I MADE IT. I’M HERE. MY FEET ARE ON ENGLISH SOIL. OR MORR ACCURATELY ENGLISH FLOOR TILE. IT IS SUSPICIOUSLY OF THE SAME CONSISTENCY AND APPEARANCE AS AMERICAN FLOOR TILE. MORE ON THIS AS IT DEVELOPS.
Well, time for five minutes of stilted smalltalk followed by three hours of awkward silence, otherwise known as a hair appointment.
My face looks different in the mirror. I’m not sure in what way.
I had a dream where every person, at exactly midnight on new years following their 22nd birthday, they possessed the body of their soulmate and people ran around trying to figure out who they were so that they could find eachother, and they left notes for the body’s owner to find with their address. And there were some language gaps so people had to translate it and travel to different countries carrying the notes they were left, and it was great
write a book right now
Sometimes I cry because I’ll never be one tenth as majestic as Sarah whose glory is blinding as a thousand suns
Her face is the perfect face
She is the supreme
I quiver at her feet
Headcanon time: Can we talk about the fact that Frigga gave Loki the most powerful weapon he has?
She knew Loki was Jotun. She knew how dangerous he could be. Yet she loved and trusted him enough to train him to use magic, magic that he’s relied on at every turn.That must have taken an astounding amount of faith on her part. Not to mention a great deal of love.
So yeah. If anyone tells you that Frigga didn’t trust Loki as much as Thor, you call their bullshit. Giving him her magic was the greatest gesture of trust she could have made.