#overall not good

[pics-and-fanfics]

Take it or Leave? (part 1)

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader (established relationship, sorry he’s not really in this one)

Warnings: toxic/abusive mom/parent person?, mentions of Reader having to take care of her younger sister bc their mom is a piece of shit. Also, my beloved friend, Angst >:) Mentions of past rape and attempted rape.

Summary: You finally let everything out, getting out the anger that’s been boiling for years.

A/N: This has been rolling around in my brain for like a week or two, and I finally decided to write it. Plz don’t get mad at me, bc this may or may not be my way of dreaming how to leave when I get the chance.

PLEASE, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MENTIONS OF RAPE OR ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSULT!

Other works on my Masterlist. :/

You toss your bag on your chair, collapsing onto your bed. You only had a few more months, just had to put up with this for a few more months. “Y/N! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” You swallow, groaning. Not even half a minute, and the shouting has already started.

“I was at work, like I told you I’d be before I left for school this morning, just like I told you last night, just like I tell you every day.” you say, wincing when you hear the door bang open. “I needed you to be home! I had to stay home because of you, instead of going out with my boyfriend!”

You suck your teeth, mentally cursing. How old was your mother? Oh right, she was 38, and you were 17, turning 18 in a few months. 3 months, 1 week, and 4 days to be exact.

“I HAD TO STAY HOME TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR SISTER! I TOLD YOU I HAD A DATE TONIGHT AND YOU HAD TO STAY HOME!”

You wait for her to finish screaming at you, fiddling with your necklace your boyfriend had given you. “LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!” You slowly look up, careful to keep emotion off of your face. “DON’T YOU DARE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!”

“Oh my god, what do you want from me? ��Look at me! Don’t look at me like that! Are you going to say anything? Don’t talk to me like that!’ WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!”

Smack! Your head whips to the side, and you feel your heart skip a beat, a pit forming in your stomach as the sting finally registers. You reach your hand up, then pull it away, seeing blood. Tears started to gather in your eyes, and you stubbornly willed them away.

“You are under my roof, you follow my rules, you eat my food. I put clothes on your back, a roof under your head, and this is how you treat me?” your mother practically growls, and you can feel her glaring at you.

A laugh escapes from your chest, and you throw your head back. “You? You? You put clothes on my back? You feed me? Since when? I want- I want- No I need to know, because, if my calculations are correct, I’ve been taking care of me and Amara since I was 12! I feed her! I buy her clothes! I make sure she has money to eat lunch at school! I make sure she’s done her homework, I’m the one who asks how her day’s been!

“You don’t do shit for me, or her! You haven’t! For years! 5! Years! I’m the one she went to when she got her first period, first boyfriend, first breakup, first anything major! Not you! Never was.” The words tasted sweet, yet bitter, sour from years of not saying them, sweet from finally letting go.

“How. Dare you! YOU LIVE UNDER MY ROOF, YOU RESPECT ME! YOU-”

“SHUT UP!” you scream, getting up from your place on the bed, finally realizing how much taller you were than your mom. “Respect? You want to talk about respect? Then go talk to your boyfriend, who’s tried to fucking rape me! Or maybe your brother! WHO ACTUALLY DID! AND YOU STILL LET HIM AROUND!” You could feel heat radiating around you, but you didn’t really care at the moment, you were finally saying something.

You heard your sister’s footsteps running up the stairs, and you raced to the door, but were beaten by your mother, who slammed the door into your face, making you screech.

“Y/n?” Click! You bang on the door, screaming. “AMARA! GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE!” you beg, pulling frantically on the door knob.

“Amara honey, don’t take another step. Your sister’s grounded, just ignore her. I’ll take care of you while Y/n learns her lesson, alright?”

“DON’T LISTEN TO HER!” You grab a lamp off your desk, beating on the door.

“I promise, I’ll be better, sweetie. I’m sorry.” your mom’s voice said, and you screamed. “NO! SHE’S LYING! AMARA!”

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Loki played with the necklace he’d gotten to match yours, feeling guilty he hadn’t told you he’d put a tracing spell on it. It’d only activate when you were in trouble, or played with the necklace. He was feeling uncomfortable, his necklace had been getting hotter and hotter-

Loki sat up from his seat, realization hitting him like a truck. “What’s wrong?” Thor asked, and Loki waved him off, even though he was getting up. “It’s none of your business.”

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Welcome tooooooo… MORE CLIFFHANGERS AND DRAMA! What you gon’ do ‘bout it? I don’t know if I want to write a part 2, so let me know in the comments!

Thank you so so much for reading, and I hope you have a wonderful day or night, wherever you are when you read this. If you want to be tagged in any future posts, let me know!

@vbecker10 @silverfire475 @huntress-artemiss @vickie5446 @sheris532 @lokixryss @lokidokieokie @stupidthoughtsinwriting @crimson25 @peaches1958

[fly-chicken]

A Pragmatic and surprisingly comforting perspective about the Trump 2nd Presidency from the ACLU

***Apologies if this is how you found out the 2024 election results***

Blacked out part is my name.

I’m not going to let this make me give up. It’s disheartening, and today I will wallow, probably tomorrow too

AND

I will continue to do my part in my community to spread the activism and promote change for the world I want to live in. I want to change the world AND help with the dishes.

And I won’t let an orange pit stain be what stops me from trying to be better.

A link to donate to the ACLU if able and inclined. I know I am

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanessa suffered more than Michael in FNAF

[broke-bruce-wayne]

I feel like Tumblr is a more anonymous social media site compared to others, so I was curious about this. If more than one option is true, pick the one furthest up on the list

[ceniwen]

Cyno sq was so cute he is so loved

[sopuu]

consumed by the moss

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[hinamie]

cursed kids v2 ⚠️👹

i've been a jjk first years stan since day one and have been wanting to redraw the first art i did featuring the three of them

[saintaviator]

the feeling of being watched or followed

[bookshelfdreams]

yk when you see someone share a finished handmade item that they clearly spent a lot of time and money on and it's just. The absolute tackiest thing you have seen in your life. And then you ask yourself why someone would waste all those resources on such an eyesore.

(no, of course you can't relate to that because you're a much nicer person than me)

In any case.

BEHOLD!

A wool coat!

The top fabric is handwoven and handspun, the whole thing is sewn by hand, too.

Leftovers. Barely anything, all things considered, which is very satisfying.

This thing took me well over 3 years to make, on and off. And now I'm done.

Thank you for your attention.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Heh...Literally nothing personal, kid.

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[pics-and-fanfics]

Take it or Leave? (finale!)

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader (established relationship)

Warnings: toxic/abusive mom/parent person?, mentions of Reader having to take care of her younger sister bc their mom is a piece of shit. Angst, abuse and violence, some fluff bc even i need it after that much angst.

Summary: You finally escape, and Loki gets to hold you in his arms once more.

If you liked this, maybe check out my Masterlist? :)

BANG! You scream, picking your head up, feeling something dripping down from your nose. You try to breathe through it, but it felt like it was full of snot. You breathe through your mouth, feeling something trickle slowly into your mouth. You tasted blood.

Oh- Did she just break my nose, you think. You push yourself up, until you get knocked back down, a crushing weight on your back. You couldn’t even breathe, you were seeing double, and- who was yelling outside?

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Loki watches as a girl gets shoved out of a house up the street from where he was standing, yelling coming from inside. He watches as the girl rushes to the door, yanking on it, banging on it with her fist, shouting.

Loki rushes up, the necklace charm growing hotter with each step. Were you inside? Was- Was- Were-

“LET ME IN!” the girl begs, and Loki walks faster towards her, the house, and hopefully you.

📿

You reached out, the hilt of the knife just out of reach on the floor. You could feel yourself dying, the blood flow to your brain having been cut off, the oxygen levels in your body dwindling as your vision turned black.

You finally manage to grab the knife, and stab behind you, feeling the weight lift off of your back. You gasp, taking air into your chest as you roll over, making sure you could see.

Derek was freaking out, a knife in his side, and you smirk. That’s what he deserved, being a dick to you and Amara, for even stepping foot in this house.

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Loki stood next to Amara, having learned her name, watching through the window. He watched as you shakily stood up, your face swelling. Loki runs to the door, reaching for the doorknob as it opens, and you walk out, limping.

“Are you alright?” Loki asks, and your eyes widen before your arms wrap around him. Loki feels tears soaking through his shirt, and smiles, knowing you were safe in his arms.

📿

You winced, getting looked over by Banner. He’d already confirmed you had a broken nose, which you weren’t too happy about, and you had 3 bruised ribs. Amara was fine except for a small scratch you’d caused pushing her outside, which you still felt bad about.

“How- Ow- How’d you even find me?” you say, gripping the table harder as Banner softly pokes at your ribs. You knew you needed to make sure nothing else was broken, but it still hurt so much!

“I may have, uhm, put a tracing spell on your necklace in case something like this happened, or you felt unsafe.” Loki says, looking at the ground, his hand slipping from yours. “I- I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I didn’t want you to think badly of me.”

You smile, your hand reaching up reflexively to play with the charm on the necklace. “I may be upset, but I’d never think badly of you just because you took precautions to keep me safe, Loki. Ow, what the fuck?” you say, turning to look at where Banner was just barely poking you. Then you saw it. Blood, slowly dripping down your side.

And you’d been wearing a red shirt.

“Darling? Are you alright?” Loki asks, and you nod, squeezing his hand when you feel him grab onto yours. “Y/n?” Amara says, and you hear the fear in her voice. “I’ll be alright, Amy.” You smile, grabbing her hand and kissing the top of her head.

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Loki watched from outside the room as you smiled at him one last time before you laid down, a mask getting slipped over your face. Apparently, there had been broken glass on the floor, and you’d rolled onto it, lodging it deep in your side.

Loki sat with your sister, waiting, talking to her, finding out more about you and her. The more Loki heard, the more desperately he wanted to murder that woman. How dare she call herself your mother when she wasn’t even motherly?

But everything was going to be fine, she and her boyfriend had been arrested for abuse and neglect, and you were pressing charges for everything they’d put you and your sister through.

Everything would be fine.

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Loki sat by your side while you rested, still asleep after the surgery. He was getting used to the incessant beeping of the machines around him, even though it still annoyed him. They were making sure you were alive, and would alert people if that were to change.

“Loki?” He picked up his head from where he’d laid next to you, still sitting in the chair. “Where’s Amara?” Loki smiles, stroking your face with his thumb. “She’s out in the waiting room, sleeping. Would you like me to go get her?”

You shook your head, pulling on his hand. “She’ll be cranky. Trust me, I’ve had to wake her up for school too many times. You look uncomfortable, come here.” You reached for the sheet, wincing.

“Are you alright? Do-” You laughed, and Loki relaxed. “Just forgot I got stitches, is all. It’ll take time, but I’ll be fine. Now come here, I’m cold, and I know you’re uncomfy.”

Loki laughs lightly, kissing your forehead before slowly climbing into the hospital bed with you, his head above your heart. Everything was going to be okay.

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Thank you so much for reading, I very much hope you enjoyed the rollercoaster that was this small series! Let me know if I should write a prologue, because I kinda want to add a little more to it, but not as an official part, more like an extra, so you can stop here if you like this ending!

Okay, I realize I’m rambling, so I’ll shut up in a minute! Again, thank you so much for all the likes and comments I’ve been getting on this series, and I very much hope you enjoyed, and hope you know that each comment and like made me smile. 🙂

Love you, and have a wonderful next 24 hours please! Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in any future posts, and I’ll add you to the list!

And a very special thank you to everyone who commented, liked, or reblogged! (especially these peeps! ⬇️)

@vbecker10 @silverfire475 @huntress-artemiss @vickie5446 @sheris532 @lokixryss @lokidokieokie @stupidthoughtsinwriting @crimson25 @peaches1958 @iamlokisgloriouspurpose H

[vaperarmand]

andrew scott for interview mag, interviewed by olivia colman (x)

[chloesimaginationthings]

RIP Michael Afton, you would of LOVED Foxy’s log ride

[fascinationstreetmp3]

"No more. I can't bear it."

[teh-inggris]

pvp civ nation...... this aint much but pls take my contribution for this series bc im going insane i love hate this man so much get him out of my head