“I had hoped you were not yet a lost cause, but it appears you need an excuse to live up to your own potential. That being the case, I will give you one.”
Before Tony could react, Loki’s hand plunged into the center of his chest, directly through the healing scar tissue. He hitched out a strangled gasp at the agony the poured through him as the god’s eyes lit with a twisted pleasure, and he twisted his hand inside of Tony’s chest.
i just told my mom i died at birth and i’ve been a ghost this entire time just growing and manifesting into the daughter she’d lost
and she’s just like
well please go to the light because i am tired of your shit
Barnes & Noble.
Their best selling books tend to deal with memory loss.
go to your room and think about what you’ve done
you know ive hit quality blogging when i post a picture of 16 vicars riding on oblivion
"Is there a problem with my burger?"
I love this.
The best man evah
finally got some time
and sleepso i got to actually doing few things, like finishing this pic. not entirely happy with light and colours except for tony’s tail tbh but hey
aand inspired by this fic uwu