(But not only for Loki)
I like my men like I like my social life: fictional and online.
I’ve been following my shadow for days
trying to figure out why my body disagrees
so much with what’s inside of it.
I always end up with the same answers
that I had from the beginning.
It starts with you, as does every inch of me
that measures to more than particles of dust.
The worst part about you not being near me,
is the heavy load of what we could have been.
Our history rests on your neck, acting like a noose
by tightening itself around your windpipe,
crushing any shred of hope
of being able to breathe a little easier tomorrow.
But by then my soul has gone thicker than sheets,
unable to make its way to touch your once willing hands.
Still, your limbs are attached to every part of me
that is brave enough to leave the bed where your body used to lie.
THAT WAS THE MESSIEST, MOST GRIPPING FINALE OF ALL TIME.
I can’t believe James is such a selfish bastard!! I’m so mad at the edge of my seat right now! Unfuckingbelievable is all I can say.
I’m so done. July I need you here now!!
Sister has just made a genius description of what she is calling the Snape Complex: when you constantly accuse the person protecting you of being evil, working for the Dark side, and murder, despite clues that of said protection.
Scott suffers from this all throughout season 1. And some of season 2.