Yeah

Thinking about horrible sad beige houses and how much nicer they could be if people would accept NOVELTY

I don't know what to do. I don't know what to create. I am looking for a comfort that does not exist. I am afraid it never will. Maybe it isn't made for me-- I'm afraid it wasn't made for me.

I have stayed in my bf's parents home, taken care of their pets and farm animals, and driven their youngest child around to school and softball and yet I somehow feel incredibly guilty for allowing them to help me with a flat tire AUGHH

Guess who woke up with an eye almost swollen shut for no discernable reason????

One of my girls was making fun of meand I sent her a :( i hope she can feel hoe pathetically I'm frowning and blubbering rn

These are just so good, y'all

photography by Nicolas Lenatti

Oh just tear my heart out why don't you???

The Best Medicine

Word count: 6,282

Loki x reader (SFW) – the reader is not gendered (no pronouns are used), however, since I identify as a lady, this might read more like a female reader. No use of Y/N. 

Content warnings: Discussion/symptoms of cramps (never specified as menstrual cramps, but it is lightly implied), taking medication, sort of graphic descriptions of pain (nothing too horrible, but if you’ve ever had cramps, you know how it is), slight NSFW joking (b/c Loki lol)

Summary: the reader experiences bad cramps, and Loki puts his magic abilities to good use

Also on Ao3

This is my first time writing Loki and my first reader insert, so apologies if things are a little funky

 Part two (complete)

You and Loki had a sort of arrangement. It had started completely by accident one fateful night – a night that had you battling for your life. 

Cramps. You were having god-awful cramps. 

They had woken you up in the middle of the night, pulling you out of a blissful unconsciousness to the feeling of your insides being ripped to shreds. 

You groaned, rolling off your bed and just managing to kick your legs underneath you before stumbling towards the door.

You didn’t think to put socks or a sweatshirt on, despite the cold temperature inside the compound – all you could think about was getting ibuprofen in your system before you exploded from the sheer pain of the claws tearing at your internal organs. You really needed to keep a bottle of Advil in your room. Unfortunately, the medication you were looking for was in the kitchen. 

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It's okay y'all I'm dating the Aquarius now and he's the person I thought the last one was in so many ways I'm pretty sure I just got sent a wink from the universe

I need all of these for different parts of my room. Now.

flower lamps !!! 💓