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k-lionheart:

themaidenofthetree:

I want you to imagine a ten year old version of yourself sitting right there on this couch. Now this is the little girl who first believed that she was fat, and ugly, and an embarrassment.

This is groundbreaking

This is so perfect. Just.

k-lionheart:

themaidenofthetree:

I want you to imagine a ten year old version of yourself sitting right there on this couch. Now this is the little girl who first believed that she was fat, and ugly, and an embarrassment.

This is groundbreaking

This is so perfect. Just.

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helshades:

ebonrune:

helshades:

more-fandom-name:

doodleigh:

remyreaper:

mrs-plantagenet:

ssfrostiron:

lokimotives:

sparklyhowitzer:

joannaestep:

sailaweigh:

erindizmo:

thefangirlhood:

erindizmo:

thefangirlhood:

hip-young-beamslinger:

justemoly:

So who wants to draw me a picture of Loki trying to seduce a rock and be my favorite person ever?

Wahaha, oh god. OH GOD.

I can’t draw for shit, but stickthisbig will be here in a few hours and I cannot promise we won’t write that story.

Loki/A Rock… would be close to the greatest pairing tag ever.

You realize we have to call it “loves me like a rock,” right?

I will be reading the hell out of it.  No lie. I will leave kudos and then log out and leave guest kudos! Because bwahahahahahaha.

Jooouuu! You need to draw this! Pwetty pwease?

I’M ON IT.

Oh hey… Rock of Ages…. HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

In which Loki seduces a rock… with his best pick-up line (courtesy of Sparklyhowitzer)

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myrskyntuoja:

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farbenfrei:

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tomhiddlestonfans:

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aristo-kitty:

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OH MY GOD THERE IS FIC, TOO.

bettythetl:

A cool hand slides down the firm, unyielding face of the stone. Fingers brush against the softness of moss and the rough scratch of lichen. Rainwater slicks the surface, trailing down the sides of the stone to melt into the damp grass that tickles bare skin.

“Our children shall have the strength of the Earth within them,” Loki purrs, pressing his lithe body down against the stone’s hard planes. His warm tongue flicks out, a flash of red against gray as he licks at the trickling rain water. Almost imperceptibly the stone shudders, or perhaps it’s Loki himself, shaking with anticipation. He slips down the cool, wet surface of the stone until he can feel a part of it pressing against him, slick and perfectly shaped. He bites his lip, his hot entrance ready for the cold and rigid projection  to enter him. 

“Ah!” His thighs clench around the boulder as his weight carries him down relentlessly. He rocks back up, feeling the stone withdraw, and waits until he’s ready once more. This time the cold, hard length fills him and he moans in rapture. His forehead presses against the stone, long black hair soaked and trailing over his pale face. Soon he plants his hands on the rock’s slick surface and moves again, impaling himself over and over. 

Loki’s hot breath warms the stone beneath his cheek, heating to it a semblance of life as his breathing grows ragged. His hands press against the wet stone, seeking purchase, but he slips, sending the stone deeper. He throws back his head, neck arching as he cries out, trembling as his thighs take control, shoving himself back onto the wet stone, deeper and deeper until finally he can take no more. He peaks with a strangled whimper, his release hitting the stone and mixing with the rain as he sags down, trying to catch his breath and free himself. The stone slips out of him at last, though he can barely move, his legs shaking and tired. He settles down on a smooth patch of rock. 

“I think I shall call our children Golems,” he says softly, laying his head down, and sleeping. The rain continues to fall, pattering against his pale body and the stone.


claricechiarasorcha: Somehow just reminds me of Jurassic Park: The Lost World when Ian Malcolm asks Vince Vaughn’s character why he joined Greenpeace, and he made some comment along the lines of the organisation being eighty percent women.

…Loki joined Greenpeace for the trees.

…BUT HE DIDN’T STOP AT HUGGING THEM.

turtletotem: “So, I hear Christmas is coming. Have you been naughty or gneiss?”

“I could really make your earth quake, baby.”

“What do you say we go somewhere private and get a little boulder?”

.

(The rock’s reply: “Sorry, but I have a date with Thorium.”)

aristo-kitty: What have I done?

turtletotem: #I can’t believe you missed ‘rock your world’ or ‘rock my world’  #I mean that’s just sloppy

You’re right, it’s most unlike Loki. He surely wouldn’t make such a mistake unless he were… stoned.

aristo-kitty: Ah. So he was successful, then?

turtletotem: Let’s just say they both felt the earth move.

satphirestarlight:

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And they lived happily ever after. Until the movies happened. Then little baby rock learned the world could be a cruel place and trained hard to be a warrior to surpass even her father. After years of study she made the dangerous journey to Earth to seek her revenge.

The next morning Bruce stubbed his toe on the random rock sitting outside his door, shrugged and set it in the garden with the other rocks.

And that is how at least one of Loki’s children found a happy ending and true love.

I should probably go to bed.

turtletotem: Are you sure that’s how it ended? I thought I remembered Loki’s rock-child becoming a Midgardian god of combat.

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flockofangels:

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sundayschoolnightmare: “You cannot deny your desires, rock. I can feel how hard you are.”

captain-snark: when I start picturing Loki having sex with mount rushmore it’s time to get the fuck off the internet.

vulgarheart: His porn is a tourguide magazine

joannaestep:

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lisu-chan: I guess their relationship is a little rocky… badum-

the-loki-army: I dub this ship: Rocki.

So this entire post is about Loki getting his rocks off?

I quit this fandom

I think we should tag it as “always reblog stone joke”.

People of the Internet, I come bearing gifts!!

Allow me to introduce my O.T.P.: The Other + Rocks = ROTHER.

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Who’s in for the steamiest of love triangles?!?

NOT3~! NOT3~!

(I totally ship it in secret ¬_¬;;;)

Hey, pssst… I updated with clearer pictures and some subtitles…

I can’t even function. This is now my most favourite Tumblr post in history.

helshades:

ebonrune:

helshades:

more-fandom-name:

doodleigh:

remyreaper:

mrs-plantagenet:

ssfrostiron:

lokimotives:

sparklyhowitzer:

joannaestep:

sailaweigh:

erindizmo:

thefangirlhood:

erindizmo:

thefangirlhood:

hip-young-beamslinger:

justemoly:

So who wants to draw me a picture of Loki trying to seduce a rock and be my favorite person ever?

Wahaha, oh god. OH GOD.

I can’t draw for shit, but stickthisbig will be here in a few hours and I cannot promise we won’t write that story.

Loki/A Rock… would be close to the greatest pairing tag ever.

You realize we have to call it “loves me like a rock,” right?

I will be reading the hell out of it.  No lie. I will leave kudos and then log out and leave guest kudos! Because bwahahahahahaha.

Jooouuu! You need to draw this! Pwetty pwease?

I’M ON IT.

Oh hey… Rock of Ages…. HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

In which Loki seduces a rock… with his best pick-up line (courtesy of Sparklyhowitzer)

image

myrskyntuoja:

image

farbenfrei:

image

tomhiddlestonfans:

image

aristo-kitty:

image

OH MY GOD THERE IS FIC, TOO.

bettythetl:

A cool hand slides down the firm, unyielding face of the stone. Fingers brush against the softness of moss and the rough scratch of lichen. Rainwater slicks the surface, trailing down the sides of the stone to melt into the damp grass that tickles bare skin.

“Our children shall have the strength of the Earth within them,” Loki purrs, pressing his lithe body down against the stone’s hard planes. His warm tongue flicks out, a flash of red against gray as he licks at the trickling rain water. Almost imperceptibly the stone shudders, or perhaps it’s Loki himself, shaking with anticipation. He slips down the cool, wet surface of the stone until he can feel a part of it pressing against him, slick and perfectly shaped. He bites his lip, his hot entrance ready for the cold and rigid projection  to enter him. 

“Ah!” His thighs clench around the boulder as his weight carries him down relentlessly. He rocks back up, feeling the stone withdraw, and waits until he’s ready once more. This time the cold, hard length fills him and he moans in rapture. His forehead presses against the stone, long black hair soaked and trailing over his pale face. Soon he plants his hands on the rock’s slick surface and moves again, impaling himself over and over. 

Loki’s hot breath warms the stone beneath his cheek, heating to it a semblance of life as his breathing grows ragged. His hands press against the wet stone, seeking purchase, but he slips, sending the stone deeper. He throws back his head, neck arching as he cries out, trembling as his thighs take control, shoving himself back onto the wet stone, deeper and deeper until finally he can take no more. He peaks with a strangled whimper, his release hitting the stone and mixing with the rain as he sags down, trying to catch his breath and free himself. The stone slips out of him at last, though he can barely move, his legs shaking and tired. He settles down on a smooth patch of rock. 

“I think I shall call our children Golems,” he says softly, laying his head down, and sleeping. The rain continues to fall, pattering against his pale body and the stone.


claricechiarasorcha: Somehow just reminds me of Jurassic Park: The Lost World when Ian Malcolm asks Vince Vaughn’s character why he joined Greenpeace, and he made some comment along the lines of the organisation being eighty percent women.

…Loki joined Greenpeace for the trees.

…BUT HE DIDN’T STOP AT HUGGING THEM.

turtletotem: “So, I hear Christmas is coming. Have you been naughty or gneiss?”

“I could really make your earth quake, baby.”

“What do you say we go somewhere private and get a little boulder?”

.

(The rock’s reply: “Sorry, but I have a date with Thorium.”)

aristo-kitty: What have I done?

turtletotem: #I can’t believe you missed ‘rock your world’ or ‘rock my world’  #I mean that’s just sloppy

You’re right, it’s most unlike Loki. He surely wouldn’t make such a mistake unless he were… stoned.

aristo-kitty: Ah. So he was successful, then?

turtletotem: Let’s just say they both felt the earth move.

satphirestarlight:

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And they lived happily ever after. Until the movies happened. Then little baby rock learned the world could be a cruel place and trained hard to be a warrior to surpass even her father. After years of study she made the dangerous journey to Earth to seek her revenge.

The next morning Bruce stubbed his toe on the random rock sitting outside his door, shrugged and set it in the garden with the other rocks.

And that is how at least one of Loki’s children found a happy ending and true love.

I should probably go to bed.

turtletotem: Are you sure that’s how it ended? I thought I remembered Loki’s rock-child becoming a Midgardian god of combat.

image

flockofangels:

image

sundayschoolnightmare: “You cannot deny your desires, rock. I can feel how hard you are.”

captain-snark: when I start picturing Loki having sex with mount rushmore it’s time to get the fuck off the internet.

vulgarheart: His porn is a tourguide magazine

joannaestep:

image

lisu-chan: I guess their relationship is a little rocky… badum-

the-loki-army: I dub this ship: Rocki.

So this entire post is about Loki getting his rocks off?

I quit this fandom

I think we should tag it as “always reblog stone joke”.

People of the Internet, I come bearing gifts!!

Allow me to introduce my O.T.P.: The Other + Rocks = ROTHER.

image

Who’s in for the steamiest of love triangles?!?

NOT3~! NOT3~!

(I totally ship it in secret ¬_¬;;;)

Hey, pssst… I updated with clearer pictures and some subtitles…

I can’t even function. This is now my most favourite Tumblr post in history.


Source emolyjust
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hoffmango:

cause-shes-bittersweet:

smindersonfan:

secretmindreader:

Okay, this is actually what you do if you’re being sexually harassed in any kind of public space. Draw attention to it, preferably pull away and let EVERYONE know that someone is touching you. This will not only get him to get off you but he’ll definitely think about this situation next time he wants to do something like this.

Spreading the word.

My mom and I were talking about this today after hearing about a woman who was molested on a plane who said nothing until she was picked up at the airport by her parents. My mom looked at me and asked what I would do in that situation and I looked her dead in the eye and I told her “it would take me .02 seconds to realize what was going on and yell angrily, and then I would be straight on to bitch slapping him so hard he wouldn’t be able to see the punch I’d throw with the opposite hand”.

She nodded and accepted my salty language like a seasoned sailor.

I’ve had experience with this before, in Prague a group of five girls and I were followed by three men at night. After a while they started yelling at us, the most common being “how much?” Meaning how much we “cost” as prostitutes. Seeing as they weren’t going to stop, I turned on my heel, faced them (which surprised them), spat at their feet and responded with “You couldn’t afford me.” This prompted the other girls to start yelling back at them as well, starting with our spitfire Czech friend to start slinging curses in Czech as she and the rest of the girls came up beside me. Needless to say the men backed off and pretty much fled. They weren’t expecting a fight. It empowered me and encouraged the rest of the girls to yell back too.

I’ve heard that a lot of people don’t know what to do in this situation because they’ve been taught all their lives to be polite and non-aggressive. Keep your heads down or whatever.

Keep in mind that studies have shown that rapists look for victims who won’t fight back.

Remember that nobody has the right to touch you without your consent or harass you, and you have all the right to make the biggest fuss about it that you can possibly make.

Get angry. Be in command.

FUCKING RELEVANT

hoffmango:

cause-shes-bittersweet:

smindersonfan:

secretmindreader:

Okay, this is actually what you do if you’re being sexually harassed in any kind of public space. Draw attention to it, preferably pull away and let EVERYONE know that someone is touching you. This will not only get him to get off you but he’ll definitely think about this situation next time he wants to do something like this.

Spreading the word.

My mom and I were talking about this today after hearing about a woman who was molested on a plane who said nothing until she was picked up at the airport by her parents. My mom looked at me and asked what I would do in that situation and I looked her dead in the eye and I told her “it would take me .02 seconds to realize what was going on and yell angrily, and then I would be straight on to bitch slapping him so hard he wouldn’t be able to see the punch I’d throw with the opposite hand”.

She nodded and accepted my salty language like a seasoned sailor.

I’ve had experience with this before, in Prague a group of five girls and I were followed by three men at night. After a while they started yelling at us, the most common being “how much?” Meaning how much we “cost” as prostitutes. Seeing as they weren’t going to stop, I turned on my heel, faced them (which surprised them), spat at their feet and responded with “You couldn’t afford me.” This prompted the other girls to start yelling back at them as well, starting with our spitfire Czech friend to start slinging curses in Czech as she and the rest of the girls came up beside me. Needless to say the men backed off and pretty much fled. They weren’t expecting a fight. It empowered me and encouraged the rest of the girls to yell back too.

I’ve heard that a lot of people don’t know what to do in this situation because they’ve been taught all their lives to be polite and non-aggressive. Keep your heads down or whatever.

Keep in mind that studies have shown that rapists look for victims who won’t fight back.

Remember that nobody has the right to touch you without your consent or harass you, and you have all the right to make the biggest fuss about it that you can possibly make.

Get angry. Be in command.

FUCKING RELEVANT

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mooseings:

bicklandia:

Here in Australia, this is what has been happening over the past few days. The media is largely ignoring it, despite it being one of the largest protests in this country’s history. My state has also just passed laws that will come into effect in September that put restrictions on protesting which could lead to two years imprisonment. Our Prime Minister won’t even acknowledge that this has been happening.

Reblog this!

Please get this circulating. Australian media refuses to cover it and the government is pretending it didn’t happen even though there were people on their doorsteps at Parliament house. People in Australia are discontented with the way asylum seekers are treated like criminals, indigenous people are still being treated horribly, that our prime minister is a racist, sexist, homophobe who appointed himself as Minister for Women, that our health care is threatened, that our environment is being treated as a commodity, that our university funding is being cut, and that our Prime Minister doesn’t “believe” in climate change and that this country now only caters to the rich and conservative. And that barely scratches the surface.

What this government does is not in our name and we need to get the message out there, loud and clear.

mooseings:

bicklandia:

Here in Australia, this is what has been happening over the past few days. The media is largely ignoring it, despite it being one of the largest protests in this country’s history. My state has also just passed laws that will come into effect in September that put restrictions on protesting which could lead to two years imprisonment. Our Prime Minister won’t even acknowledge that this has been happening.

Reblog this!

Please get this circulating. Australian media refuses to cover it and the government is pretending it didn’t happen even though there were people on their doorsteps at Parliament house. People in Australia are discontented with the way asylum seekers are treated like criminals, indigenous people are still being treated horribly, that our prime minister is a racist, sexist, homophobe who appointed himself as Minister for Women, that our health care is threatened, that our environment is being treated as a commodity, that our university funding is being cut, and that our Prime Minister doesn’t “believe” in climate change and that this country now only caters to the rich and conservative. And that barely scratches the surface.

What this government does is not in our name and we need to get the message out there, loud and clear.


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Greatness and loneliness. “Puissant et solitaire.” To live above the crowd in loneliness. To be condemned to loneliness by the greatness of one’s qualities. To be condemned to live apart, however much one wanted the contact of warm human companionship. To be the Lord’s anointed! Strange and dreadful fate! I forgot where I was as I thought of it. At last I raised my head and saw her eyes fixed upon me. Without knowing what I was doing, without reflection, as if moved by some independent spring of whose existence I was unaware, and whose violence I was totally unable to resist, I suddenly found myself kneeling before her, kissing her hands, crying out over and over again, “I love you!” - sobbing, “I love you!”

— Dorothy Strachey, Olivia (1949)
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