#the best view

[twoyara]

Ah yes. ✨️Springtime in my village✨️

[etherealpapercut]

the best view

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fandom: post-battle of new york mcu

pairings: reader is supposed to be clint barton/hawkeye's sister (barton!sister!reader??? ihnc,) but that's not important, what's important is the fact that she's paired with ✨loki laufeyson✨

genre: fluff

warnings: loki is a boastful prat. mentions of the dark. reader and loki end up on the roof of the house. 

word count: a perfect 2.4k

summary: finally fed up with loki’s constant bragging and nagging about how asgard is the best, you decide to impose a new view.

a/n: i meant for this to be short but that is not really how it went, huh. anyway, more loki content, and i am not complaining. 

~*~*~*~

loki always boasted of asgard.

he bragged about his apartments, the palace, and the citizens and the food, but most of all, he always boasted of the night sky view from asgard. loki claimed that the stars were so golden and so big and close you could see them smile at you from your balcony, but you didn't want to believe that anything could beat the view from your backyard.

neither of you ever relinquished your opinions.

you lived far out in the country, not too far from civilization, but far enough that there wasn’t any light pollution at night time.

it was your most favourite thing in the world to spend your nights on the roof of your house before your brother, clint barton, had barged onto your property one day and dropped off this ignorant, blaspheming, scheming idiot who claimed he was a god. 

~*~*~*~

“he’s got these... weird bracelet thingies that are supposed to stop the sparkly hanky panky he’s been trying on everyone but—”

“it’s called seiðr, you impudent little–OW!” loki interrupted.

“and this remote that makes a shock go through them.” clint had continued. loki was left rubbing his wrists and glaring. “anyway, be careful, y/n. he’s dangerous.”

“then what the hell? why are you leaving him here with me?” you had exclaimed.

“well, he was going to stay in the basement prison of shield, but they can’t keep anyone there for long, and we can’t give him over to stark, they’d kill themselves within two weeks, and i can’t keep him with laura and the kids.”

“i do prefer laura and my favourite niece and nephews alive.” you muttered. 

“please, y/n, we can’t let him out of our sight and i don’t know what else to do.” clint begged. 

“alright, alright.” you had finally agreed. “i can do it.”

clint looked really tired. it was hard to say no to your older brother. 

“stop giving me puppy eyes, a kiss on the cheek and a thank you is sufficient enough.” 

clint had obliged, thanking you profusely and hugging you, promising to run your grocery errands and come visit with enforcements every week.

he had gone much too soon, and despite your extensive training and the knowledge that you could beat him in hand-to-weapon combat, you were still intimidated. 

that feeling did not fade for a very long time. 

~*~*~*~

“do you think of my home as some kind of prison, loki?” you asked. it had been five months since clint had first dropped him off. it hardly seemed like two weeks.

it was now early september. there were a lot of wasps starting to zoom around. the mosquitos had all died off in july because of the bats you had attracted with the bat house. 

loki was now wearing one of your old ex-boyfriend’s shirts from your closet and clint had agreed to get a pair of jeans and sweatpants for him. his ridiculous costume he had first arrived in had been deemed unfit for garden work and everyday house-attire, and was now sitting in a box in the attic. 

“yes.” he said without a pause. “this is prison.” he was perched on the couch in the living room. you had a full view of him from the kitchen as you were chopping carrots. 

“is it a nice prison, at least?”

loki paused. there was silence for a minute before he responded. 

“not as nice as asgard.”

you rolled your eyes. “‘not as nice as asgard,’” you said mockingly.

“hey, no!” loki stood up and made eye contact with you from across the house. “there is nothing–nothing i say–that can ever compare with asgard.”

you were a bit shocked, not by his outburst, those kind of things happened almost on a schedule, but the way that he had started his sentence with an exclamation. it was like he was trying to discipline a child. he sounded exactly like you did when you scolded him about something. 

you smirked a little. you were slowly starting to affect him. 

you kept this revelation to yourself, however. 

you turned your back on the mischief maker, making him seethe. no way in hel would he ever be treated like this on asgard, that was for certain. 

his anger quickly melted away, though. he couldn’t seem to keep his anger around for very long anymore. that was another positive effect you had had on him. 

there were so many good things you had taught him. anger management. earthly exercise and work out of doors. peaceful and uneventful nights. 

“can you come help me with the dishes, your highness?” you called to him.

loki sighed heavily. 

if only loki wasn’t so proud, he would have said that your house wasn’t a prison.

it hadn’t felt like a prison for a long time. it was a home away from home, and he had grown comfortable with the steady routine and mundane excitement of new tv shows, board games, and new plants and even getting groceries was romanticized and was a much-anticipated event every tuesday.

loki picked out a towel to start drying the dishes you were washing. the carrots had been put on to steam. there were sausage patties in the oven for supper. 

loki breathed. he shook his head softly at himself behind your back. 

“my good sir,” you said. “i must say that i am perfectly sick of hearing how much asgard one-ups earth.”

“midgard is nothing in comparison to my beloved homeland.” loki hissed in your ear. you felt shivers running up your spine. you hadn't realised he’d been so close behind you. loki picked up another plate.

“i have no doubt.” you managed dryly. “you’ll have to take me there one day, hold me hostage, put me to work sewing your great capes or whatever, then i can have a turn to brag about how much i prefer my own world.”

loki hmphed. “well, maybe i will!” he said. 

you smiled and shook your head. 

“i guess that asgard sounds like a really wonderful place, lokes, but how can you look at the night sky on earth and say that you can’t add it to your list of wonders?”

loki gaped.

“well–because–i-i've never even seen the midgard night sky, miss barton. until i have, the sights of asgard remain the only things worth mentioning.”

you dropped something in the sink, causing you to splash water all down your front and send soap suds high in the air. you gasped loudly.

loki handed over the towel without being asked. you patted down your shirt before wiping the water off the counter.

“why didn’t you say something sooner?” you cried, facing him.

“about what?” loki turned up his nose.

“not seeing the night sky! the stars! the moon!”

loki shrugged. you put an offended hand over your heart.

“are you so close-minded that you won’t even try to experience something that is foreign to you?"

“don’t you dare call me close-minded, miss barton.” loki took a menacing step towards you. 

his stong forearms were bare, the bracelets hanging from his wrists like tattoos. the remote control for them was tucked into your shirt on a cord.

the thought shot through your mind once and reminded you not to get too familiar with loki laufeyson of asgard. he wasn’t someone to be made into your friend. he was a prisoner. a terrorist.

“don’t try to intimidate me, loki.” you said. you closed your eyes and laid your palm on your forehead dramatically, trying to ease your sudden panic and existential crisis. “we’ve gotta do something about your situation.”

“oh, please.” loki rolled his eyes. he turned his back on you to get a fresh towel.

you grinned at his back. “i guess it was a little bit of my fault. i always just assumed that you’ve seen the night sky.”

loki shook his head.

“i’ll take you up to the roof tonight. i think there’s a shooting star shower due around this time.”

loki looked up, confused. “shooting... stars?”

“you cannot possibly be serious.” you said. 

the timer for the sausage patties saved you from spiralling into a wailing despair. loki was hopeless.

~*~*~*~

the sun didn’t set till 7pm, and the light didn’t vanish until 45 minutes after that. 

however, you didn’t take loki up to the roof till nearly midnight. there was a meteor shower, but it wasn’t supposed to happen until about one in the morning.

you handed loki the blankets and gave him one of your oversized hoodies. when he raised his arms, his tummy would peek out. it would have to suffice. 

you carried the flashlight. loki followed you around meekly with the armload of blankets as you shut off every light in the house and finally led him to the living room, where you used a long hook to pull down the ladder for the attic.

“once i’m up, you can toss me the blankets. oh, and watch your step.” you warned. 

when you had climbed the ladder and the blankets and loki had followed, you pulled the ladder up behind you and shut the trapdoor. you didn’t want to fall through it again.

for a moment, loki panicked. he’d never been up here. this was a different kind of dark. like he had been thrust into nothingness. he was frozen.

“i’ve lost the flashlight.” you muttered. “where are you?” your fumbling hands led your search in the dark, but you still managed to faceplant right into loki’s chest. “whoops! there you are.”

loki quietly wrapped his arms around your shoulders. it was instinct. you squeaked in alarm.

“hey! what’s up?” you cried.

loki let go of you, almost pushing you away. “sorry.” he muttered. you tried to calm your heart.

“well, take my hand.” you said. “i think the flashlight is under the blankets, but i don’t want to run into you again like that.”

loki’s hand ran down your arm till it found your hand. he gripped it tight. you bent down and found the pile of blankets. 

you pushed them aside and found the flashlight.

you pointed it to the floor and flicked it on.

the warm light illuminated the attic, lighting up loki’s pale face, and your blushing one.

you quickly turned away from each other to hide your faces and you and went to look for the trapdoor that led through the attic veiling to a little hidden balcony on the roof. loki picked up the blankets and hid his face behind them. he suddenly felt shy.

“come on, pretty little liar, you can move now.” you said, already halfway up the ladder. cool air rushed down around you. 

loki scoffed at the nickname. 

~*~*~*~

you stood on the roof of the house, back straight and face relaxed. you felt light for the first time in several months.

oh, how you had missed being up here.

loki climbed out of the attic and stood next to you. 

the blankets were by your feet.

he looked up.

“this isn’t impressive, y/n.” he said, scornfully. there didn’t seem to be much to see. 

“of course it isn’t.” you said softly, breaking out of your reverie. “the flashlight is still on. and we haven’t even made ourselves blanket nests.”

loki held back a rude remark. nests? he didn’t know you were part bird.

you sat down and reached for a blanket. you sat on one end and wrapped the rest of it around you, then took another blanket and threw that over your shoulders as well. you motioned to loki to copy what you were doing. he obliged, and you tucked in the edges of his blankets once he had gotten settled.

“there! all nice and snug. still feeling okay?”

“i am, thank you.”

“very good.” you now picked up the flashlight, still lit. you looked pointedly at loki. “close your eyes, and don’t open them till i tell you to.”

loki grunted, but complied.

you turned off the flashlight and leaned back. the tilt of the roof met your back comfortably. you waited til your own eyes adjusted to see the night sky.

“okay,” you breathed. “open your eyes and look up.”

loki opened his eyes and leaned back beside you, staring hard into the sky.

he gasped. you grinned.

“there’s so many stars.” he breathed. “y/n, look!”

“i’m looking, i'm looking.” 

“they’re... so tiny and white... and blinking at me.” loki said. “this is... nothing like asgard at night.”

you smiled to yourself. 

“did you know that some of those stars aren’t even stars? some are satellites. some are planets.”

“machines? floating up there?”

“yeah! that red dot that’s moving? that’s a satellite.”

you threw your arm over loki’s arm casually and pointed up at a larger star.

“that’s mars.”

loki inhaled again. “i feel like i’m floating up.”

“yeah. that happens sometimes.” you said. 

a pin of light flew across the sky.

loki reached over to tap your hand. “was that a satellite?”

“no.” you paused. “that was a shooting star.”

you could almost hear the question mark that escaped on loki’s next breath. 

“sometimes stars fall to earth, or they fly to other parts of the galaxy.” the childish lie flowed smoothly from your tongue. you would tell loki the truth later. “it’s tradition to make wishes on the shooting stars.”

“why?”

you shrugged. “beats me. it’s just something we do here.”

loki blinked. 

“there are no such traditions on asgard.” he said. “we don’t have satellites, or planets near us, or falling stars. do stars fall very often?”

“not often.” you whispered. “but tonight’s different. there’s going to be a shower of shooting stars. there will be so many they’re gonna fill the night sky.”

another star shot across the sky. 

you shifted nearer to loki on the roof. he moved his head to look at you.

“it happens a couple times every year,” you were saying. “i’ve only seen it twice in my life, though.”

loki barely heard it. 

“i guess there are some things that midgard has that asgard doesn’t.” he said. 

“hmm? and are they better? do they outrank asgard’s version?”

he watched the crinkles in your eyes as you smiled in satisfaction. 

he had never realized how reflective your eyes could be. he saw every sparkling star mirrored in them.

asgard didn’t have monopoly. it didn’t have grocery tuesdays or y/n’s home. it didn’t have y/n.

he hummed, suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of warmth and content. “yes, y/n. yes, they do.” 

[romantasyreader28]

stay strong my lovelies❤️‍🩹

[hinamie]

spins him around trying to understand the pink mop he calls hair

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

biblically accurate ethan winters

[mobius-m-mobius]

#there are two types of actors 😂💖

[sanctus-ingenium]

last august I posted the lineart of this (plus an art nouveau style background frame) to subscribers on patreon but i've never been able to finish it, so after using it as marker brush practice today i hereby release it from my custody into the wild...

[courfee]

oby jeggy is a different kind of dsfkdsf so here is them from the first fic in that series, i will touch you with my mind by my love @itsjaywalkers

[indra-sexygirl]

Because perfect ass…

[knightofleo]

Angela Orosco Silent Hill 2

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thanks for listening to my sad backstory. Anyway, here's Wonderwall.

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[dottyistired]

i'm not seeing any posts about it here yet, but they solved the silas birchtree riddle on reddit and there's some pretty juicy lore! first, entering "paranoid" backwards nets this conspiracy board:

then, from the black letters in the corners of some of the pages people pieced together the code "connect the dots", backwards again, gets a whopping 12 page chapter about the ciphertology cult! it's...something.

so in summary, bill puppeted a guy's corpse, became a cult leader, seemingly married over a hundred people, mass-possessed his followers, tried to get them to build his portal. his lone dissenter was a spinster who made anti-bill chick tracts and started a fire. a waco-style shootout ensued, killing silas' already-rotting corpse a second time in a disturbingly detailed manner. at some point he made some of his followers drink the kool-aid too.

entering the lady's name, emmaline butternubbins, into the computer finally gets you the reward for solving all the riddles: hd wallpapers of various graphics from the book of bill. but frankly this is more interesting and fucked up to me.

(alt text under cut, wip)

[Image 1: A cluttered conspiracy board centered on Bill Cipher. Red string and pins connect various newspaper clippings, photos, drawings and pamphlets.]

[Image 2: A history-book style chapter page. Header "LESSER KNOWN AMERICAN CULTS."

"Have you ever heard of Orchard Lake, Kansas? Chances are you haven't. It was erased from every map, book, and historical record, and the US Government's official position on it is "stop calling us or we'll send a drone to your house." (I learned this the hard way.) But if you drive to the exact latitude and longitude of you'll see bullet casings, faded billboards, and bow ties strewn across the desert sands.

That's because Orchard Lake had another name before it was wiped off the record: BillVille.

CHAPTER 3: BillVille

The First Cult In History That Was Right

FIG A: A tumbillweced

As a historian of esoteric religions, I thought I'd discovered the strangest sects America had yct to offer (see "Chapter 3: Kevin's Gate") but that all changed when I found the following items tucked away in an old trunk in an estate sale on the out- skirts of Bootstrap, Missouri."]

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[khruschevshoe]

You know, it's rather interesting to me that Taylor Swift's parasocial relationship with her fans is honestly more akin to a YouTuber than a writer's. When I scroll through her tag on tumblr/Twitter, it's far more regarding the connection to her personal life/relationship developments than the actual metaphors/fictional story she might be telling. Everything comes back to how her songs reflect back on her relationships with Joe/Matty/Travis/Jake/insert ex-boyfriend here. And what fascinates me about it is that even though she complains about it, she leans into that very perception because it strengthens the parasocial bond.

The marketing for TTPD so clearly being about Joe Alwyn and the songs to Matty Healy. The marketing/video for Red TV so CLEARLY being about Jake Gyllenhaal, with so many of the new lines in All Too Well specifically being digs at him (I'll get older but your lovers stay my age, casting an actor that looks like him for the video, specific lines in I Bet You Think About Me). The fact that songs like Getaway Car and Bejeweled and Gorgeous and London Boy and Lavender Haze being picked apart at time of release and long after for signs of relationships crumbling. The way she uses surprise songs in relation to her relationship development with Joe/Matty/Travis. The damn TTPD "stages of grief" playlists where she deliberately undid/changed the meanings of old songs just to keep her audience speculating on her love life.

It's not sexist to point out that her wielding her love life is a marketing tool and that the strongest connection to her audience isn't the strength of her writing/the composition of her music- it's her deliberate crafting of a connection between her music and her personal life, leaving the audience invested in her music as an extension of Taylor the Person/Girlfriend rather than Taylor the Artist.

[emacrow]

Babysitting duty calls, Klarion

It another world threatening battle for the justice league, young justice against the league of Villains and chaos children before most of the chaos children froze as if they sense something bad was approaching and immediately dipped out.. except klarion whom was fighting with raven who immediately froze up too late in front of the portal.

Only for a green portal to appear, as a worned out floating glowing green, but blue skinned teenage boy who turn into a man with red eyes, a clock staff in hand and a glowing white hair baby in a baby carrier.

Klarion is literally struggling like a feral cat who got wet in cold water against some invisible force speaking in some odd static like language before giving up after half a minute when the man spoke back with a short word.

The man now just shape-shifting into turn elderly just gave klarion the baby carrier before noticing how the heroes and villains have stop in mid battles looking at both klarion and him.

"All in soon time, but be warn Flashes whom break the laws of times will get their due if you keep messing with the past and future." Spoken the elderly now shape-shifted into a young boy before he turn back to klarion leaving him a note and glowing baby bag before floating back into the swirling green portal.

Klarion could only look at note with his eye twitching, Teekl meowing as she climb into the baby carrier purring around the glowing baby.

"Why do I keep getting babysitting duty, it so unfa-..." klarion grumbled as he pick up the baby carrier and bag teleporting away..

....

....

....

"What just happened?" Said Dick whom only one question would be put on hold til later in the watchtower of what just happen before the fight resuming with the young and original justice league winning since the league of Villains were distracted.

[bleh1bleh2]

⭐️ Golden Star ⭐️