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Can you just put together all of your loki quotes links please 🥺

LOKI MASTERLIST

Incorrect quotes

Loki being protective

Jealous Y/N x Loki

Loki x y/n

Loki annoying sylvie

Loki being dumb

Sex hair

Loki x y/n x bucky

Rail me

Loki x y/n x zemo

Loki being a problem

Loki x y/n x zemo 2

Y/N getting on Loki's nerves

Thor walking on Loki x Y/N

Y/N has a crush on Loki

The only thing matters

Y/N’s demon

Y/N Grounded

Y/N x Sylvie x Loki

Y/N's bf

Y/N pregnant

Who’s kid is that

An enemy

Can I pet your titties

Would you still married me?

Chaotic trio

Chaotic trio part 2

Do you trust me

Mac n cheese

Ready to commit

Pretend that

Loki NO

Hydrate

In love

Please for me

Cooking surprise

Target

Vodka

Decision

Handcuffs

Held

Hard or soft

Flirt

Marry me

Angry

Mini series (probably never going to finish)

Trust part 1 part 2

Fluffy Drabbles

Burrito

Soothing touches

Marry me

That time of month

Love triangle

Cupcakes

I don’t do hugs

Quit it or I’ll bite you

I need a husband

More than a best friend

Faint

Pretty little lies

Wake up

Spell gone wrong

I have loved you

You idiot

Drunk

Smut

His little Omega (Alpha Loki x F! Reader)

The deal (Mafia Au)

(Updated on 18.12.2021)

Link of Zemo Masterlist

Am I the only one that doesn’t think Loki is narcissistic? I think he craves atttention because he doesn’t have enough. He feels neglected and tries to make things about himself to attract attention. In the scene where Loki explains his theory to Mobius, he looks like an excited puppy. He is so excited for the possibility that maybe for once he’s right. That behaviour is something that is very common in neglected children. Sif says to Loki that he is alone and always will be alone. His whole life he had no real friends and the only person that ever believed in him was Frigga. He was always overlooked and lived in the shadows of Thor’s greatness. Loki said that he hurts people as a part of the illusion for a desperate attempt at having the control that he has never had. A narcissist would never be able to admit this and would not even believe it. Narcissism by definition is the pursuit of gratification from vanity or egotistic admiration of one's idealised self-image and attributes. We know that this is not Loki because from what we’ve seen throughout the mcu is that he does not think of himself as amazing. He is self-critical and insecure. Throughout his lifetime, he has been told over and over again that he is not enough and I think that he may say “I am a god” and “I am burdened with glorious purpose” to convince himself and others that he is great. Loki is not narcissistic, he hides his insecurities behind a shield that resembles narcissism.

Edit: I realize now that this post is a bit ableist and I’m really sorry if I offended anyone. I didn’t realize it was ableist when I posted it.

I'll Show You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You're not used to being put first, but Bucky will put you before anyone else

Warnings: None, I don't think

Words: 939

A/N: This is based on an idea that @marziwritesfic had, and wanted to read. So, I wrote something... I hope its okay.

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He had noticed it a few times, brushed it off the first and second, but now, it stuck with him. He thought back over those moments, remembered the surprise in your voice, the raise of your eyebrows. Or, how you would turn shy and lower your head, hiding your face. 

The first time it had happened, Bucky was picking you up for a date. He had arrived at your door, flowers in hand, at seven o’clock. He was on time, bouncing in his toes to fight off the nerves as he waited for you to open the door. 

But when you opened the door, peeking around the frame to see him, it was as if he were hours early. While your make-up was completed, your hair was in a messy bun and you wore your dressing gown. 

Now, your appearance didn’t bother Bucky. What was strange, is that Bucky knew you to be very punctual. In your words, “early is in time, on time is late, and late… well, best not bother”. 

So why were you not ready?

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be here on time, people normally aren’t.”

You had seemed even more shocked when he offered you the flowers, the bright colours eye catching against the pale paper which held them. 

“No ones ever gotten me flowers before.”

No, that couldn’t be right, Bucky thought. You were beautiful, both in mind and spirit, how could someone not have graced you with flowers before now? Had your father not gotten you some, a valentine maybe?

A damn right shame. 

Still, you took the flowers with warmed cheeks, hurrying to put them in a vase of water before making your way to the bedroom to finish getting ready. 

Though Bucky brushed this from his mind, he thought back on it now. How surprised you were which his punctuality and the small gift of flowers. 

The second time, you and Bucky were walking down the road. Your hand was tucked into the crook of his arm, tight against his side, smiling at the little exchange of words between you both. 

Bucky’s name had been called and when he turned around, Steve was there. He smiled, a bag with a local bookshops brand in hand, as he made his way over to you both. 

Watching the blond make his way over, your hand left from Bucky’s arm and you slipped behind him. Bucky, at the time, had thought you were nervous, maybe shy, because a six foot giant was making his way towards you. 

“Hey, Stevie,” Bucky greeted him with a hug before pulling away and reacing behind him, for you. “Sorry, I can’t really stop, Y/N and I have plans.”

You had looked at him with wide eyes, your mouth slightly open. Your eyes fluttered between the two men, not knowing what to say or do. Should you stay, go? Say hi or keep quiet. 

“This is Y/N?” Steve asked with a smile before turning to you. “Bucky doesn’t shut up about you, I think we all know your favourite flowers and music by now.”

“Oh, erm, hi,” you shyly waved, ducking your head down. 

“I’ll let you guys get on, but I got that book you wanted, I’ll put it in your room,” Steve said. “I’ll see you guys later. 

When Steve was just a few feet away, you had quietly whispered to Bucky that he could go with Steve if he wanted, he didn’t have to go shopping with you. Bucky hadn’t realised what you were really saying, really thinking, at that point. He didn’t realise that you thought you were a place holder. 

Looking back, he don’t know how he had missed it. But, Bucky was a fool among many other things. 

However, after that interaction, he started to place closer attention. 

You were surprised when he arrived at your home after work, in disbelief when he actually wanted to introduce you to his friends.

Bucky realised that you weren’t used to being treated with respect. And that floored him. 

You were amazing, in every way. How could someone not treat you in the way you deserved? How could no one give you flowers, or arrive on time to outings, or come to see you after work or in general, or introduce you to their friends? How could someone not put you in front of all others?

Bucky pulled the highlighter packet from his bag as he sat beside you on the couch, throwing an arm along the edge behind you. 

“Here, I saw these and thought of you,” he offered you the packet of pastel pens. 

“For me?” You asked, taking them hesitantly. 

He couldn’t sit quietly anymore, couldn’t listen to you think that you weren’t worth a single thought to anyone. You had to know what you were worth. 

“Y/N, I know that you’re not used to being put first,” his fingers nudged under your chin, making you meet his eyes. “But I will always put you first, you are my priority. You come before everyone else, if you need me, I’m there. I’m not going to be late to see you, I’m not going to cancel on you. I will buy you things because they remind me of you, because I want to. You are worth everything to me.”

Your lower lip wobbled as you listened to him, his words filling you with warmth whilst simultaneously breaking your heart. 

Finally, you had found someone who considered you worthy of their time, effort, and love. Finally, someone felt you were, potentially, the one. 

“And I’ll show you that every day.”

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if hopeless romance, fantasy, a cottage with garden, museum of art and colour palette would be a person, it’d be me.

What's really in that witch's cauldron?

Folk names for herbs

Ass' Ear- Comfrey

Bat's Wing- Holly Leaves

Beard Of Monk- Chicory

Bear's Foot- Lady's Mantle

Bird's Eye- Germander or Speedwell

Blind Eyes- Poppy

Blood From a Head- Lupine

Blood Of Ares- Purslane

Blood Of Hestia- Chamomile

Bloody Fingers- Foxglove

Calf's Snout- Snapdragon

Cat's Foot- Ground Ivy

Crow's Foot- Wood Anemone

Devil's Ear- Jack In The Pulpit

Devil's Plaything- Yarrow

Dew Of the Sea- Rosemary

Dog's Mouth- Snapdragon

Dragon's Teeth- Vervain

Elf Leaf- Lavender

Englishman's Foot- Common Plantain

Fairy Eggs- Nutmeg

Flower Of Death- Vinca

Goose Tongue- Lemon Balm

Graveyard Dust- Mullein

Hawk's Heart- Wormwood

Juno's Tears- Vervain

Jupiter's Beard- Sempervivums

Lion's Foot- Lady's Mantle

Little Faces- Viola

Man's Bile- Turnip Sap

Mortification Root- Rose of Sharyn

Nose Of Turtle- Turtlehead, Chelone

Nosebleed- Yarrow

Our Lady's Tears- Lily Of The Valley

Old Man's Flannel- Mullein

Ram's Head- Valerian

Scale Of Dragon- Tarragon

Semen Of Ares- White Clover

Semen Of Hermes- Dill

Serpent's Tongue- Dog's Tooth Violet

Sparrow's Tongue- Knotweed

Tree Of Doom- Elder

Unicorn Root- Boneset

Weasel Snout- Yellow Archangel

Wool Of Bat- Moss

Body Parts as Plants:

Eye- Blossom or Seed

Heart- Bud or Seed

Beak, Bill or Nose- Seed, Bud or Bloom

Tongue or Teeth- Petal or Leaf

Head- Blossom

Tail- Stem

Hair- Dried Herbs or Stringy Parts Of Herbs

Privates, Genitals Or Semen- Seeds Or Sap

Blood- Sap

Guts- Roots or Stalk

Paw, Foot, Leg, Wing or Toe- Leaves

Animals as Plants:

Toad- Sage

Cat- Catmint

Dog- Grasses, Specifically Couchgrass

Frog- Cinquefoil

Eagle- Wild Garlic

Blue Jay- Laurel

Hawk- Hawkweed

Lamb-Wild Lettuce

Nightengale- Hops

Rat- Valerian

Weasel- Rue

Woodpecker- Peony

I borrowed this from:

“we should be mad at the duffers,” i say into the microphone. the crowd boos.

“no, she’s right,” someone says. “we should be furious.” it’s joseph quinn himself.

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Welcome to Faerie Land: A Guide to Holly Black’s Extended Faerie Universe

With Wicked King making the NYT Best Sellers list and more people reading The Cruel Prince/The Folk of the Air Series, I decided to make a quick guide to the other books in Holly Black’s Faerie universe. 

One of the things I love about Holly Black’s books is how they interrelate. They give you background information about the world and side characters in TCP. But it’s not necessary to read these books to understand TCP. Also, since Jude has been in Faerie for almost her entire life she sometimes brushes over certain faerie rules that new readers might not know (eg. the effects of cold iron and faerie true names). Holly Black’s earlier books lay out these rules much more effectively.

So if you’re a new reader of Holly Black’s books, welcome! I’ll try to stay away from spoilers, and I’ll add links to Goodreads for more in depth summaries. If you’re a veteran, here’s a quick review of the other books in the Faerie Universe and a little bit about how they relate to TCP.

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witnessing young girls trying to mature too fast knowing i cant save them all

cold fingers, warm hands

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: in past relationships, you've always been told you were too much when they called it quits. then you find the perfect man, and you don't want to mess that up too.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: relationship/personal insecurities, wee bit of angst if you would even call it that (talks of a breakup), swearing, suggestive language and i think that's it. pls notify me of any warnings i overlooked.

a/n: here’s a bit of a winter drabble. im in the cozy, cuddly mood & i wanted to get this out. i hope y’all enjoy! my inbox is always open for your sweet, perfect, and filthy ideas. also, the summary thing is new?? i just haven't updated my masterlist and am lazy lol. this is for all the peeps out there who have been told by their ridiculous and stupid exes that they're "too much." you're never too much. you are just the right about for someone who truly loves you.

minors dni.

masterlist

We should talk.

It was a simple text message from Bucky. Three words. Three fuckin' words that made goosebumps rise on your skin. You chewed at the green Starbucks stopper and uncrossed your legs from your comfortable position on the couch.

You've been all the right things -- you thought. Answering his text messages at an appropriate time (not within five minutes since it was received). You didn't babble on dates and made it know just a little bit of you at a time.

When you two slept together for the first time, you left in the early morning by just leaving a kiss on his lips. You didn't stay to make or enjoy breakfast. You put your own clothes back on. You didn't contact him until the next day.

You were sure you were doing everything right. Or at least doing the opposite of what your exes said was just too much.

okay.

should i come to your place?

Shit. Your nerves about his text message got to you and you didn't filter out how ridiculous it was to double-text. You also didn't filter out how inappropriate it was to invite yourself to his. You're killing a relationship that has just started.

No. I'll come to yours.

Shit, times two.

Still a bit anxious, you replied quickly, already breaking one of your rules:

when should i expect you?

Bucky had come into your life a couple of months ago. It's been good or what you thought was good. He was sweet, patient, attentive, and made sure you felt good (all around). You knew after the first date, he was the one. Then you got all in your head. It was too soon to think that. He would think you were desperate. You couldn't be more into this than he was. So you sat back a little and let the relationship be.

Yeah, you thought it was going good.

Then he sent you that text message on a Friday night, you wish you were spending in bed with him. Stop.

Just talked to Fred for bit. See you soon.

Fred. Your doorman.

Oh.

You jumped up, almost knocking over your tea. Double-checking that you didn't have any stains on your jumper, you smacked your lips at the tiny hole on your yoga pants.

But maybe changing your entire outfit would be a red flag, a little much to Bucky. The lazy and effortless wear was perfect for someone who didn't want to seem like they were trying too hard.

God, this suppression of your full self was getting hard.

You were combing the ends of your braids when there was a knock on your door. You let a little yelp escape you but swallow it down as your head to the door.

With a deep breath, you twist the doorknob and there he is.

Bucky was sporting a soft smile and a raincoat. You then took notice of the sound of rain hitting your windows and let Bucky in quickly. He shook off his boat and set them on the towel you kept folded by the door for that exact reason.

"Hi, sweetheart." He said. You got a whiff of his warm cologne and a slight citrus scent. The tip of his nose was a little red and you could tell he was a little cold. He must have walked most of the journey here because the subway stop was just across the street and there's just no way he would be this cold from that short walk.

You wanted to ask why he didn't take the train all the way to you? Why did he decide to walk? Why did he walk in the rain?

But you kept it all to yourself and just let him warm up on your couch. He made himself comfortable, grabbing the throw you kept in the living room, to toss over his legs. Meanwhile, you poured him a glass of water and offered him so hot chocolate.

He declined the latter and drink his full glass of water before speaking again.

"Maybe I should just get it out and say it, huh?" There was a small laugh on his breath.

Here it comes. The most perfect guy breaking up with you. Of course, you would mess that up. You always do.

"Are you-- do you want to break up with me?"

No, it wasn't you asking that. It was the perfect guy. Bucky Barnes. In a navy blue hoodie and sinful gray sweatpants, was asking you if you wanted to break up with him.

What?

So you said it aloud.

"What?"

"I mean," Bucky coughed," You just don't seem-- Fuck, I don't want to say the wrong thing... You just don't seem all that interested. I don't you to feel like you have to date me."

Your heartfelt like it was going to just beat out of your chest. If you could throw up in his lap, you would.

"What?" Is all you could say.

"I'm saying this wrong, aren't I?" Bucky's smile was uncomfortable and small," Are you into this? Us? Do you want to end it? Sometimes it feels like I bore you-"

"-No!" You almost screamed. Bucky's eyes widened and you were sure it wasn't from your volume but rather the fact that you didn't want to end this," I really like you, Bucky. I really, really like you." You cringed at yourself, hoping he wouldn't take that the wrong way.

He just smiled.

No, he actually grinned really big.

"Okay, okay. That's good," Bucky nibbled at his lip," But just answer this for me. Why are you so, I don't know, away from me all the time. If you want to slow things down, we can." Bucky's eyes were so innocent, so hopeful.

It's been clicking the entire conversation but to just hear Bucky say that, you knew you had to say something.

"I only know like your siblings' names and that you performed in a talent show when you were like 12," Bucky laughed," I want to get to know you. Why won't you let me get to know you?"

You were silent for a few moments before you felt a wave of tears manifest themselves. You scooted away from Bucky's outstretched hands and sniffled up.

"I've been told," You started. Deep breaths.

"I've been told I can be a lot. Crazy sometimes. I just," You shuttered, another rush of emotion coming on," I just didn't want to do that with you."

"Too much?" Bucky scooted closer to you," You could never be too much because sweetheart, I don't think I could ever get enough of you."

That made you sob. You couldn't stop Bucky's arms from wrapping around you and sinking you down into the couch. He left small kisses up and down your neck, then pressed his lips to your wet cheeks.

"Talk to me, beautiful. Talk to me."

"I can't," You don't even know how those words came out. You couldn't stop crying. Your throat burned. Your face was hot. You weren't sad. God, no.

You were relieved.

"Don't hold back on me," Bucky said," Don't hide away parts of you. I want them all. I want every single bit."

Loki: I know what you’re going to say. Hela is our sister and we should be trying to get along with her.

Thor: No, she’s crazy, she needs to go down.