Rt If You Like Damaged Goods

@marvelentertainment is so slay for dropping the Loki Season 2 trailer when I’m having a shitty day at work! The trailer pops it’s entire pussy, can’t wait! 💚💚

Also just found out that some people didn’t ship Lokius until the last few episodes?!?!?! Are y’all blind or delusion cause their chemistry is off the fucking charts

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HAPPY ACE WEEK! 🖤🤍💜

It's ace week. Time to put the plan to invade into action! ♠️

Your honour, i fucking miss him.

crosshair & posts that match him🕺

i’m sorry but this is fucking hilarious

Hey bad bitches! Maybe it’s because I’m stupid but I still don’t understand Tech’s sacrifice. Like why? Why was that a necessary plot point? What was the point of killing him pff and why did he have to die??

Also hate the fact that we never even saw the batch get super emotional about it or never saw Crosshair’s reaction.

Anyways missing my baby boy hours 💔

how can ppl say cats dont have feelings like. 

when my cat got deadly sick she refused to eat a single thing and it had been days but when i started crying she ate just a little bit, and upon seeing how happy it made me, kept doing it whenever she could.

now whenever im sad or crying she finds wherever i am with a mouthful of food and eats the pieces one by one, every time looking up at me making sure i was watching her eat it all because she knew it made me happy. and it DOES make me happy

i love cats!!! 

birth of the bone-breaker | general kirigan

pairing: general kirigan x fem!reader

warnings: descriptions of blood and gore

word count: 2.3k

summary: soft times with the darkling as he comforts a traumatized grisha; in other words, a story in which a healer becomes something else and finds solace in the shadow summoner

author’s note: so so excited for shadow and bone season two. this one has been sitting in my drafts for a long time, and i’m happy to finally share it with y’all!

requests are open!

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You were dragged through the palace gates at Os Alta, your limp form tugged forward–and held up–by the red-clad Grisha on either side of you. You barely registered their forceful motions, keeping your chin tucked into your chest. It was sodden with dirt, blood, and what could only be assumed to be some other form of bodily matter. But that wasn’t a bother. You barely registered that either.

It had been a long enough journey, but you had not fought the Grisha hauling you by horse, carriage, and on foot. You weren’t a fighter by nature, and even so, any of the adrenaline that flowed through your veins had ebbed away. Besides, you deserved whatever they had planned for you. The iron grip of the Corporalniks prevented any attempt of a struggle. The black detailing of their keftas marked them as Heartrenders; they could take the air from your lungs or crush your heart in a matter of moments.

But you could do the same, couldn’t you?

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im always pissed at something and i have no one to kiss.... life is unbearable