This User Knows That Loki Is Not Dead

Hello my fellow broke artists. This is for you

PLEASE DONATE. The typhoon didn't hit me but it hit places near me and my province even though I live in the region where the typhoon hit(I'm so lucky and so grateful). Philippines is a very poor country with a corrupt fucking government. They will not do anything to help the people.

Hell, if you donate at least 15$+ (750 pesos for Filipinos) I'll draw anything for you to the best of my ability. Legit art of your oc, fandom or ABSOLUTELY ANYTHInG. Just please please donate. You have no idea how hard this hit so many lives. I'm begging

The Philippines just got hit by the strongest tropical cyclone ever recorded in history

Yesterday, November 1, 2020, Typhoon Rolly (international name Goni) hit the central part of Luzon, Philippines. 

source: https://twitter.com/DrJeffMasters/status/1322676688002625536?s=20

Like the tweet said, it is the most powerful tropical cyclone to hit landfall in recorded history. 

The typhoon has now passed, but the aftermath is bad. Houses destroyed, farmlands flooded, and many, many evacuees. If you would like to see what’s going on, check the hashtag #RollyPH on Twitter, there’s a lot, which brings me to the most important point

how you can help

You can donate to help relief operations. 

There are many donation drives currently being circulated on Twitter, and you can find them by searching the #ReliefPH hashtag, here are just a few that I’ve found that have an option to donate through PayPal.

source: https://twitter.com/MovePH/status/1323104274335719425?s=20

source: https://twitter.com/MovePH/status/1323104255750799361?s=20

source: https://twitter.com/MovePH/status/1323104250612756481?s=20

source: https://twitter.com/MovePH/status/1323104238461878273?s=20

source: https://twitter.com/KayaNatinPH/status/1322819406578155520?s=20

And there are many many more. 

This is just the tip of the iceberg, a lot of people in my country are trying their absolute best to chip in and help those affected, but help from outside would definitely be something that could go a long way. 

If you can’t donate, maybe a reblog could bring this post to people who could. 

Thank you for reading. Stay safe and healthy, everybody.

8/28/20

Learn to defend against a bigot grabbing your hijab from behind! 

This is very important nowadays. Please, learn this self defense technique so it becomes muscle memory and don’t let anyone offend you!

This video was posted on Facebook by Zee Abdulla.

Please share widely, especially with our sisters in the “redder” states.

In and Out

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x GN! Reader

Third POV

Themes: ANGST

!Warnings!: Death

About: You're fatally shot during a mission and Ghost tries to make your last moments peaceful.

Notes: Some angst for y'alllll. Sorry if this one is a little short but I didn't want to drag this one out too much. Call sign name for you here is Foxy. Enjoy! (If you can). 😈

It hurts..

It hurts so fucking much.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t fucking breathe.

It hurts to breathe, it hurts so much.

“Foxy! Stay with me!”

What? Who was that?

“Foxy!!”

The voice. It sounds..so familiar. Who is it?

“Hmhm..” I whimpered, feeling the pain souring throughout my body.

I could feel someone pressing on my stomach harshly but couldn’t make out who it was.

“Foxy, can you hear me?”

“Yes.” I croaked out, still not being able to see who it was.

There was a bright white light blocking my vision. The sun? I wasn’t sure what it was, but I couldn’t see.

“I..can’t see.”

“Hold on.” The voice told me.

In the next second, I felt a very cold feeling get placed on my forehead and get rubbed down my neck and back up on my face. The more they rubbed it, the more my vision started clearing up. I felt as if I could breathe again, but was met with a strong, stinging pain as I did that. Despite not being able to see, I could hear various voices conversing with each other and some even arguing with each other. But I could not make out what they were saying.

“..fuck.” I croaked.

“Easy there, love.”

That voice. I know it now. Ghost. It’s Ghost. I turned towards my right to find Ghost staring down at me, his dark, brown eyes full of worry, something I have never seen from the Lieutenant.

“L-Lituenant?”

“Bloody fucking Jesus. I thought we lost you.” Ghost said in relief, squeezing my hand.

Wait, he’s holding my hand? Why is he holding my hand? What? I stared down at him holding my hand but I don’t think he noticed that I caught that.

“Ghost-”

“Simon. Call me, Simon.”

Simon Riley is his full name. I knew that already, but the fact that he was giving me permission to call him by his legal name? What is going on? What happened?

“Simon..it hurts.” I groaned, holding my wound.

“I know. I know, Foxy. We got the bleedin’ to stop finally and we are on our way to medical now. You’re going to be okay, Foxy.” Ghost, or Simon, reassured me, still keeping hold of my hand.

“What..” I paused, wincing from my wound, “what happened?’

“Fucking sniper that we didn’t see..I am so sorry, Foxy.” Simon apologized again.

Why was he apologizing so much? I have never seen Simon act like this before. I managed to get a glimpse and..there was blood. A lot of it. It stained through my clothes and was on the ground. There was so much. So much.

“Simon..” I croaked, feeling myself get weaker and weaker.

“What is it, Foxy?”

No. I couldn't ask him of this. It's not my right.

“Foxy, whatever it is, just tell me.”

“Why the mask?” I asked.

I could tell Simon was a bit shocked by my question but his eyes never hindered any annoyance nor irritation.

“It's to hide me face. Have I never told you?”

I shook my head, my memory being fuzzy. My eyes ended up staring into my Lieutenant's eyes. I never realized what pretty eyes he had. Despite never seeing his face, I always thought he was handsome. He was hard on me, but also kind to me, seeing as he and I went through the same thing as we grew up. He understood me.

“Foxy?” Simon calls me.

“Yeah?”

Simon froze for a second as he reached for the bottom of his balaclava. Is he..? No he wouldn't. I'm not that special. Unless.. Simon pulled his balaclava up just enough up to his forehead. My heart began racing as I saw my Lieutenants face for the first time. And by God was he handsome.

“S-Simon.” I struggled to speak, the pain becoming too much.

“What is it?”

“It..hurts.”

Simon then leaned in, his forehead touching mine as I could feel tears running down my face.

“I know, Foxy. I'm sorry.” Simon was apologetic.

It's now or never, Foxy. You better tell him now. You're getting weaker and weaker by the minute.

“S-Simon..I..”

“You wha’?” He frantically asked.

It hurts, it hurts so fucking much. I can barely breathe at this point. Simon held my hand tighter, as if he knew what was going on.

“I…love you.”

Simon's eyes went wide, hearing what I just croaked out. I swear I could see tears forming in his eyes, something else I have never seen before. Simon rubbed my forehead, his touch burning my skin but it comforted me at the same time. He then leaned in and his lips touched my forehead, and remained there for a few seconds. His lips were so soft. So soft. And I never felt butterflies in my stomach before until now. For the first time ever, at this very moment. Simon pulled back, staying close to me.

“I love you too, Foxy. You are a great soldier and fighter. You fought so well.” Simon complimented me.

I felt a warm feeling emit my face. Was I blushing? I couldn't tell, to be honest. My head was so fuzzy and my body was so weak. My eyes wandered down again to my wound but I felt Simon’s fingers grab my chin and make me face him.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

“O..kay.”

It was getting harder and harder to breathe. I felt so tired too. I wanted to shut my eyes, but I knew what would happen if I did.

“Simon.”

“Yes, love?”

Love.

“I'm tired.” I whimpered.

I was never religious, but I was scared. Scared of what could be on the other side.

“I know, Foxy. If you want to, then you can go. I'm right here.” Simon comforted me.

Knowing my Lieutenant was here for me helped me. A little. I just professed my love for him and now here we are. Simon continued to rub my forehead and kept eye contact with me, his brown doe eyes soothing my nerves. He had a scar on his upper lip that suited him. And blonde shaggy hair that wasn't super long but was due for a trim. It's getting harder and hard..

“Foxy?”

“Foxy?”

I suddenly felt a jolt in my spine, as if a shockwave went through my body.

“What, what?” I said, feeling as though I got resurrected but the pain was still there.

“You're okay, love. You're okay.” Simon cooed to me.

I have never heard him be so comforting and kind before, let alone to me. I almost felt like I didn't deserve it.

“Did I?”

“Almost.” Simon answered.

It weirdly felt peaceful, like I was just drifting off to sleep normally. It felt great, but now the pain was back.

“Foxy..” Simon called me once again.

I turned to him, seeing remnants of tears that had fallen down his face before. He then leaned down and his lips were on mine. I kissed back the best I could even though it was hard to move my lips. I didn't understand what was even happening anymore but it felt so good. So good that I could almost ignore the imminent pain in my stomach. After a few seconds, Simon pulled away but kept his forehead on mine.

“You can rest now, Foxy.” Simon struggles to get the words out.

I knew what that meant. But I felt okay.

“Simon..”

My eyes were getting heavy, I can't even move my fingers any-

“I love you..”

It hurt to breathe, I couldn't do it anymore. I choked back saying those words and felt my mind go numb and the bright sun blind my vision to pure white. I felt like I was floating, floating forever and above ground. The pain was gone and I was forever floating.

“Foxy?”

“Oh Foxy…”

…

END

Please pray for us here in Greece.

Three different places near Athens were destroyed by massive forest fires.

• 180+ people are severely injured and burnt.

• 50 people and counting were found dead on the streets, in their cars or houses, including families that were found hugging each other.

• 100+ are missing.

This is a national tragedy. So many were lost because of ARROGANT PEOPLE.

Spreading awareness. There’s no need for such things to happen, so many lives were destroyed for no reason.

Y/n: The stars are beautiful tonight

Thor: indeed

Y/n: You know who else is beautiful?

Thor(blushing): Who?

Y/n: Loki

Loki(emerging from the bushes): HA! I TOLD YOU BROTHER

i haven’t heard the word “cyberstalking” in a long time but it used to be a recognizably bad thing to stalk someone online, to try to dig up everything you can on them, follow their every move online, obsessively post about them, barrage them with messages, block evade, etc - but now it’s just normalized and seen as something totally “ok” to do if the person in question is “problematic” in some way - like the same people who say “if your partner does this run” will turn around and do the same thing to a stranger online they dont even know and they don’t even think twice - it’s abuse, it’s harassment… just stop it

Hi, I write fanfiction about Love and Deepspace. Currently Sylus-specific, although I love and appreciate most of the LIs. Full summaries and tags are in each link.

Alike and cornered beast, Sylus's POV | ao3

I was desperate for Sylus's point of view during the first time that MC meets him in the Alike and Cornered Beast chapters of Long-Awaited Revelry. I wanted to know why he touches MC so reverently but also quite brutally, so I spent a lot of time thinking about possibilities and this is the result.

Roleplay, undercurrents, and rising curtain, Sylus's POV | ao3

It really bothers me in the game that the clearly traumatic experiences MC undergoes in the canon storyline don't seem to have any consequences for MC's character development. Yes, yes, this is a self-insert gacha mobile game, blah blah. MC has PTSD from chapter 4 (you know the one), and no one can convince me otherwise, so I re-wrote the auction bits from Sylus's POV to fix this grievous oversight, because I am also firmly convinced he is a champ at handling MC's trauma.

No way out, revised | ao3

I thought that MC was too mean to Sylus in his 4 star No Way Out card, and I didn't like it, so I fixed it. I mean, I rewrote how it went like a proper rabid fan. Sylus shows up injured near MC's place, MC tends to his injuries, and he takes advantage of the situation like a vampire and secures himself an open invitation into MC's home whenever he 'needs' it.

Datura tea, or how all you want is to get some sleep | ao3

You're suffering from insomnia due to untreated PTSD (probably, I don't know, I'm not a doctor or a therapist) from your family getting, well, exploded, and the longer this goes on, the sloppier you become in combat and just existing, and a bad idea is born (let's go to the club alone, drink enough to finally get drowsy and then go home and finaaaaally sleep it off). Zayne treats some of your injuries, Mephisto does Sylus's stalker bidding, and guess who appears at the club right before you're about to probably violate the Hunter's Association code of conduct on an idiot who has a hard time taking no for an answer? Spoiler alert: he can't sing but he can dance, even if he chooses to dance to the music he'd rather be hearing than the music actually being played. Full of clichés but hopefully with refreshing twists.

Sylus gets a headache | ao3

Another OC of mine. Eseiro Kuno