To accompany the gloriousness that is Yana’s picture of Thor riding Loki like a horse.
Title: Lessons
Characters: Thor, Loki
Genre: Gen, Humour
Summary: How Loki learned that his brother was devious, demented and depraved all at the same time. Giving ‘horseplay’ a whole new meaning.
Me. Tomorrow.
(via totheextreme)
I decided to do this giveaway because everyone loves free stuff and everyone loves the Avengers.
So, here are the things I’m giving away: 1 Avengers T-shirt,1 Iron man USB flash drive, 1 Loki bobble-head.RULES:
- YOU MUST FOLLOW ME AND GIVE ME YOUR SOUL !!!!!!!!! lol jk, you don’t have to do any of that. Just reblog this post as many times as you want.
- Leave your ask box open so I can contact you if you win.
- The giveaway ends on the 8th of June.
- I will ship to anywhere in the world.
If you need any more information just send me a message. GOOD LUCK! :)
(via mishaswhore)
Why stop at steak? SPARKLE ALL FOOD!Salt Glitter
Mix 1/4 cup of salt with a 1/2 teaspoon of food coloring in a small bowl until the salt is uniformly colored. Spread the mixture out in an even layer on a foil-lined baking sheet. Bake in the oven for ten minutes. Allow your homemade glitter to cool before using it or storing it. And that’s it!:)
wait wait wait.
does that mean you can EAT it.
Who has two thumbs and intends to eat a rainbow steak in her future?
I am doing this.
Finally!!! I can have green eggs and ham!!! THIS IS THE DREAM!
THIS SHIT IS A LIE I TRIED IT AND IT FUCKING CAUGHT ON FIRE
I love how in every Avengers fic I read, even if it takes place after the movie,
Coulson is always there.
Just there.
Like the entire fandom plugged their ears and screamed “LA LA LA LA LA WE CAN’T HEAR YOU” when he died.
And this is a good thing.
(via pernillo)
Molly never thought she’d end up finding Prince Charming in an airport lounge.
It was incredible how quickly a day that had been perfectly planned down to the smallest detail could turn to utter disaster. All it took was one late cab thanks to an unforeseen traffic jam, one mixup with with checking in her bags, one delay at security caused by an in idiot who had forgotten to take the bottle of water out of his bag, and the carefully laid plans that would have allowed Molly to catch the flight that would take her on a vacation overdue by nearly three years were shattered. All that dreaming of a relaxing holiday spent in the warm sun, all the diligent research and planning to make sure she could catch the cheapest flight possible with the maximum time spent relaxing, all that hope invested in one trip for nothing. Because now instead of relaxing happily on an aeroplane preparing to depart for Verona, she was sprinting through the airport with shoes and baggage in hand and praying that she would make the gate before the doors closed.
But even as she could feel herself growing close to her goal and and the siren song of freedom that waited beyond those still-open doors, disaster struck. Well, not disaster exactly, and it didn’t exactly strike - what was much closer to the truth was that in midst of her frantic flight towards the gate she had completely missed seeing the bag someone had left momentarily in the middle of the walkway and slammed her shins painfully into a suitcase that had no right to be there. Bags and shoes went flying into the air, feet left the ground, and the ugly carpet of the airport came rushing up to meet her as the world upended itself violently and went rushing past in a violent blur that promised nothing but pain once her face became acquainted with the floor.
Incredibly, inexplicably, that meeting never occurred. For the second time in less than ten seconds, the world around her violently changed direction, halting its rapid journey just as quickly as it had begun. But this time it was not a violent blow to the legs arresting her movement but instead a pair of arms catching her mere moments before she collided with the ground, encircling her deftly and holding her tight as she gasped for breath. Molly blinked upwards in shock and confusion, unable to understand what on earth had happened to have her suddenly staring up at the ceiling instead of lying face down on the ground in shame. A concerned face swam into view, a shock of red hair nearly blinding in its intensity falling over brows that were knitted with concern and nearly as much surprise as she was feeling.
“My god, are you alright?”
She still had not caught her breath even as those arms were lifting her back upright, setting her gently on her feet with infinite care and delicacy. When she finally was able to clear her head enough to take in her unexpected savior, she saw that her knight was in fact a pilot, his armor not silver but deep blue and gilded with the wings of his station. “I - thank you” she gasped, unable to think of anything else to say to this mysterious man who had saved her.
A flush to match her own spread over his face at her breathless words, and a sheepish smile bloomed brilliant and fleeting. “It was, um, nothing” he said quietly, looking quickly down at the floor. “Here, let’s get your things back together.”
He moved with surprising quickness and efficiency, gathering up her upended bag and the possessions that had flown out of it as she bent over slowly to pick up the shoe that she had dropped immediately in front of her. But even as she sat down on a nearby chair to calm her frazzled nerves and put her shoe back in its rightful place, she realized that its mate had managed to disappear entirely when it flew headlong from her hand. She cast about for the missing shoe frantically, frustration and despair springing to life once more as she felt her flight and her vacation and her peace of mind slipping helplessly away from her. And then, a miracle. The pilot, the wonderful, mysterious stranger who had saved her from slamming her face into the floor reappeared like a miracle once more, shoe in hand and a smile on his lips. “Is this yours?” he asked teasingly, kneeling down and holding out the shoe like a gift. Molly smiled, barely able to believe that this absurdity was happening and yet praying that it would never end.
Apparently, Prince Charming did exist. And she had found him in the middle of an airport.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
FIC!!! FROM BBRI!!!!!
FOR THIS DRAWING!!!!!!
Baby, how are you so talented? I mean, really?
The day started off really awfully and this is the best way to end it.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
Not…sobbing… I’m not.
My OTP is beautiful
