Revenge is sweet
"…is that a cardboard cutout of Thor?"
"HE HAD A THING NOW DO YOU WANT THE DAMN DORITO OR NOT"
omg im gomen this stopped being funny after i had more than two hours of sleep but it’s been on my hard drive since i saw iron man 3 so i quickly finished and posted it
OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST THING
Dear geek girls, today I made something special for you.
Let me know if you like the idea!
The Avengers - 6 pieces of pleasure
Captain America - silicon vibrator
Iron Man - twin motor vibrator
Thor - electrical stimulator
Hawkeye - G-spot vibrator
Black Widow - discreet clitoral stimulator
Hulk - 12” silicone dildo
The Avengers | Black Widow
“I’m in the middle of an interrogation, this moron is giving me everything!”
Some of the reigning fandoms of Tumblr must battle each other in the Fandom Games.
I love the ‘Wrong Way, stupid!’ gif you threw in of Rory.
I’m reblogging this again because I want this very badly. But then I also don’t. But I do… No I don’t… Yes. Yes I do.
actual friendly reminders
If the Frost Giants ever try to take revenge for Laufey’s death, it could be quite … painful for Loki.
Thor can feel his brother’s weight against his back, his one arm flung weakly around his neck. He knows that Loki might die if he doesn’t get help soon, and he knows that by the weakening pulse in his ear. All he can think of is getting back to Asgard as quickly as he can, to a healer who can help his brother. Hell, anyone at all who knew medicine at all. A lonely, mysterious shamen for all he cared. Anyone.
To the Norns, what a harebrained scheme this had been, especially as far as Loki’s schemes went. His brother was usually so thoughtful, so precise. It troubles him deeply. What could make his careful, calculated brother so messy, so thoughtless?
Well. He has this theories, but they’re far too horrible to entertain right now. He can see two horses tied up before him, but he ties the second one’s reins to his saddle. He heaves Loki up into the saddle and leaps on behind him, wrapping his arm around his frail torso.
Frail. That was new, too. Loki always had a wiry strength about him, not at all the muscle that he had. But never frail. Never like he felt now, like he had eaten scarcely for months.
As he rides as fast at he can towards the site where Loki’s portal lay, he replays the evening’s events in his head. Odin gave Loki permission to, accompainied by Thor, attempt to recover the broken relations between Jotunheim and Asgard. Loki had used magic to summon a portal between the realms, just as he did when letting the Frost Giants into his failed coronation, and they entered the realm of ice.
The Frost Giants were originally accomadating. They said they had a new king, who wished to speak to Loki privately. He, uncharacteristically brash, accepted the invitation; and when Thor heard his first cry of pain, he wasn’t afraid to grab Mjolinr and fight into the hall. He was too late. Loki lay slumped on the floor, the signs of a fight everywhere with Frost Giants lay in growing pools of their own blood.
And his brother lay in his own crimson pool.
“For King Laufey!” the giants roared around him. He grabs Loki, pulls him onto his back, and uses Mjolinr to whisk them away before a bigger fight can break out.
And now they return to Asgard, and Thor can only feverantly hope it’s not too late.