I found a new pin of Loki’s helmet at Gamestop yesterday and had to buy it, obviously, but then when I was trying to find it online to add to my nearly comprehensive list of Loki stuff I own, I came across the actual product description and now I’m having feelings:

You may not be able to trust the trickster god Loki, but at
least you can admire his fashion sense. Always well dressed, Loki won
over Marvel fans with his sophistication and class, which carry over in
this Loki-inspired lapel pin. Once a villain, Loki came around to help
Thor and is now here to help add a hint of style to your wardrobe. Show
off your love for Loki and the Marvel Cinematic Universe with this
fashionable pin.
       

retroactivebakeries:

grawly:

is there a word for when you see a good post and then keep scrolling but it kinda slow cooks in the front of your mind for maybe about 10 seconds and then you finally scroll back up to reblog it

l’esprit de l’escrollier

is there a word for when you do that but it takes way longer than 10 seconds and by the time you realize you want to reblog it, your dash has refreshed and you’ll never find the post again

or it’s days or even weeks later and if Tumblr had a decent search feature you probably could find it again based on your vague memories, but it doesn’t so you just hope it’ll cross your dash again someday

seasonal art I need fandom to produce:

  • Loki in a Christmas sweater of Rudolph
  • alternatively: Loki, completely straight-faced, wearing reindeer horns and possibly a red nose with his normal getup at a holiday party where everyone else looks…you know…festive in a more normal way
  • Loki in a Halloween shirt that says “resting witch face”

Please Remember

ouyangdan:

This is a very, very bad time to be railing about how people are not doing enough. How their vote isn’t enough. How speaking up isn’t enough. How nothing is going to fix anything unless we burn the world down and build it back up from the ashes.

That’s not realistic. It’s not feasible. It burns people out. People who fight in the tiny ways available to them. People who do their damnedest to keep other people around them uplifted and supported. It makes people shut down and stop paying attention because the guilt is overwhelming, your mental health starts crumbling, and you know that nothing you do is enough.

The fight to make things better has to happen on many levels, big and small, and constantly telling people that they are not doing enough is going to do us more harm than good.

Work together. Acknowledge even the small acts of fighting back and resistance. Stop making complicated issues black and white. And for the love of everyone on the planet, let go of the idea of achieving moral purity and work within the realities of the system we have now.

It starts small and we have a long way to go.

Anyone else having issues with certain Tumblr notifications in the last couple days? On the browser version, I’m definitely not getting anything if someone tags me in a comment; not sure about comments on my own posts or tags in posts. On mobile, though, it still shows up fine.

swanjolras:

man this has been said before by cleverer folks than me, but sometimes you have to sit down and let the sheer size and age of the storytelling tradition just completely overwhelm you, ja feel?

like— think for a second about how mind-bogglingly incredible it is that we know who osiris is? that somebody just made him up one day, and told stories about him to their kids, and literally thousands and thousands of years later we are still able to go “there was a god whose brother cut him into pieces”, it’s so arbitrary, it’s so incredible

that in talking about scheherazade and her husband, you are doing something that someone in every single generation has done since it was written— you are telling stories that have lasted an impossible amount of time 

can you conceive of telling a story, and then traveling into the future and hearing that same story told— with alterations, and through media that you could not possibly conceive of, but your story— in the year 3214?

the fact that we! as a species! have been telling the same damn stories for so long— the fact that we’ve seen homer’s troy and chaucer’s troy and shakespeare’s troy and troy with fucking brad pitt because we never fucking stop telling stories! never ever ever!

we never stop caring about stories, or returning to the same stories, or putting our own spins on stories. we never stop talking about the characters as if they were real, or asking what happened next, or asking to hear it again.

generation after generation, they never ever ever stop mattering to us.