DO YOUR PART TO CHANGE THIS STATISTIC WHEN IT MATTERS IN NOVEMBER!
are u fucking kidding me hey kids following me please make sure yall are voting in this fuckin midterm jesus louisus (with all due respect, of course)
REMEMBER THAT THIS COULD BE LIFE OR DEATH
FUCKING VOTE
And if you can’t physically go vote, look into voting by mail! It’s never to early to register to vote and it’s never too early to find out about voting by mail!
Even if you think you’re registered, they’re illegally deregistering people. Make sure you’re registered. It’s super fucking easy. Just go to turbovote.org.
hey kids voting is important. please make sure you are registered to vote and even if you are check it again
@raisingcain-onceagain and I both found out we were de-registered in our states. I have voted in every election I could since I turned 18.
register to vote. check your registration.
Not only was I de-registered, but this comes hot on the heels of having moved and then *made sure I was registered again* just months ago. Also, when I went to the state site and tried to re-register, it confirmed that I *had been* registered and now just wasn’t. I’m also not being allowed to complete the process online – I have to go into the state office within the next week.
I feel terribly for Frigga here. She can’t cross her husband, around whom she has to pussyfoot with illusion magic in order to visit her own child. And her other child makes her visibly nervous, jumping, turning, making placating gestures and smiles, saying placating words, having to endure damning and dismissive things from one person she loves, about another person she loves, and not rise to the bait once.
Frigga underwent pretty constant pressure at home, and I don’t think people often acknowledge this, because of how limited her screen time was. And no, I don’t condone the things she said to Loki in his cell that attempted to force his forgiveness of Odin, but I also can see the place from which she, as a mother, speaks. Â
Loki climbs into Balthazar’s lap, entitled as a cat with its favorite human. He deposits a beautifully wrapped parcel, in the hues of gold and turquoise, with cream patterns on the paper, on his lover’s chest. Â
“Twas made known to me, and not via you,” he purrs, feigning scorn, “that your birthday recently came to pass. Have a token of my love and gratitude. You have made a nest for me, which is safe and warm.”Â
He pets back golden blond hair and kisses the angel known to mankind as Barachiel on the forehead.Â
“Go on. Open it.”Â
Within there lies a beautiful Scottish brooch, adorned with gold filigree and garnets in woven Animal Style knotwork, featuring bracing serpents. It is as ancient as Balthazar’s vessel. Â
//Time Magazine: “It turns out Loki’s not so bad after all.”
Me: *who has been extrapolating complex theories of Loki’s motives, pains, trauma-induced psychological disorders, and real-life-applicable struggles for identity in a prejudiced society for the past 7 years* You don’t FUCKING say. ಠ_ಠÂ
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