my dad was tellin me abt this giant dude that does concrete n how he came into the shop w sandles on n his toenails painted flourescent green by his daughter n like honestly if that’s not thor idk what is

@prodiyal​​ said: "stop posting titty shots of yourself!"

❝   𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓, 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?   ❞  sure, it’s kind of thinned out over the years  ——  pretty much thread-bare, now, really  ——  but that’s no excuse to be attacking him like this.   ❝   i was jus’ keepin’ everybody updated. see?   ❞   and he turns his phone around, then, to show her the never-ending flood of notifications start rolling in.   ❝    they like it!   ❞ 

“sometimes it feels better not to talk. at all. about anything. to anyone.”

— (via 3amsouls)

devastaticn‌.

         she jolts, like thunder courses down her spine, for a moment, to be so plainly caught in the act of eyeing  ( and eyeing )  her mark this way.  a few blinks, and she gathers her composure.  a tilt of her head to the side, her smile teetering onto coy.     “ little bit of both, really.  i mean.  could you blame a girl?  all offense – it’s a great ass.  and that’s coming from me.  just wondering if the contents of your wallet matches …  you know.  everything else. ”

𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑?  ❝   sure doesn’t.   ❞   he’s a working man, you know. real salt of the earth proletariat type. not exactly anybody’s——  what’re they called, again? sugar daddy?   ❝   oughta find yourself a better mark, if that’s what you’re lookin’ for. you try those expensive hotel bars yet?   ❞

prodiyal‌.

       well, shit, he has a point. ( she actually does - did? - have an uncle boris. that’s the worst part about it. )     ❛  i’m really more of a pinot noir girl and i don’t do synthetics.  ❜      the last time she wore anything remotely resembling polyester was 1996 and it was so she wouldn’t get blood in her hair. still, she can appreciate wit and flashes a wolf grin in his direction, a flick of her fingers at the bar. vodka does indeed arrive and she shots it back quickly, efficiently, doesn’t relish the burn. 

         ❛  but mother russia provides.  ❜

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄. a little dangerous, too, if he’s being honest. and the quips, by now, have more or less confirmed his suspicions. either way, thor’s not exactly in the habit of turning down free alcohol, so he raises the shot in toast, a mostly flawless   ❝   за здоровье.   ❞   before he knocks it back with the same amount of ease. thor lifts a couple fingers at the guy behind the bar.   ❝   hey, two more.   ❞   if she doesn’t drink it, he will.

❝   so, what?  ukraine?  russia?   ❞

Jason Momoa behind the scenes of Aquaman

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊. had to have, really, if he thought he could go toe-to-toe with somebody looking like thor. and it’s not that he was an asshole or anything about it; just felt a little big for his britches and got clocked for it. unfortunate, but not uncommon. definitely doesn’t deserve to get his wallet picked while he’s laid out in the street. 

so thor throws him up like a sack of potatoes. and he’s about to walk him back inside when he hears a lighter click somewhere behind him. another guy, he notices. a lot more well-dressed.   

❝   uh——   ❞   he’s looking around like he hasn’t got two hundred pounds of grown adult still slung over his shoulder.   ❝   he started it?   ❞

    sc     /    @brutlist​​

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 is professionally introducing himself. hi. how are you?  that sort of shit. but what immediately rushes out, instead, is an absolutely delighted   ❝   get a load ‘a that dog.   ❞   as soon as she opens the door. he doesn’t even care what it is, honestly. all thor knows is it’s walked straight into his hands as soon as he crouches down to meet it, and he uses them both to rub its big stupid fluffy head.

and it's then that he remembers there’s a person beside it.

❝   sorry. i’m here t’ fix your sink.   ❞

   sc     /    @wthwolves​  —  maria 

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 to the cadence of his tone. no accusation, no offense or demands. just the mild curiosity of a man trying to suss something out  ——  maybe settle a bet with himself, because there’s not much happening, otherwise.

❝   are you lookin’ at my wallet or my ass?   ❞   it’s blunt, to be sure  ——  almost painfully so.   ❝   i honestly can’t tell.   ❞   and he’s usually got such a knack for these things, too.

     sc     /      @devastaticn​

@leadlock​​ said: sofía's been watching intently for the better part of an afternoon, hands holding the over-sized protective glasses over her eyes. he said it's important, for safety, and the sparks flying out from whatever he's working on speak for themselves. she's still inquisitive though, and while looking around his garage offers some answers about his work, there's only one question on sofía's mind. after another shower of sparks, she takes the glasses off. ' hey, were you named after a movie? '

𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 as fast as her crew could trash them. thor’s not exactly underfunded here, but some of these vehicles are gonna need new parts, and there’s no surefire way to predict exactly what’ll break before it does.  so that’s three orders now that he’s gotta place. a few days, at least, until the couriers can make it out here. and in his mind, he’s sorting through which suppliers have better parts for which makes and models, and between that and the gear he’s replacing, he very nearly forgets that he's  babysitting  at  all  ‘til  sofía  feels like speaking again.

thor sets down the angle grinder and pulls the rag from his back pocket. he still doesn’t know what the fuck she’s talking about, but wiping his hands does buy him some more time.   ❝   no, sweetheart.   ❞   he answers, and sticks his head back under the hood. almost sounds like he’s sorry to disappoint.   ❝   weren’t even any movies back then.   ❞    he can hear her pipe up with something like wow, you’re old  from that safe spot behind him, and the full-throated laugh it draws nearly has thor hit his head.   ❝   yeah, i am.  even older than your momma.   ❞

𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚂 : 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂.   TO BE WOMAN : TO BE WIDOW IS TO BE WELL ACQUAINTED WITH DEATH : IS TO BE DEATH.     [ IND. PRIV. PLOT & STORY DRIVEN. 616-CANON-DIV & HEADCANON BASED BLACK WIDOW : NATASHA ROMANOVA OF MARVEL COMICS. by yen. ]

þórr  ——  aesthetics 2/?

anonymous said: how would you describe thor’s voice?

deep but sweet. honest, somehow. a rumble like some far-off thunder. it's something that comes from his chest, even if he were to whisper, and there’s a little bit of a rasp to it — some gravel to that bass. sometimes, that might become a bit more pronounced, depending on the situation. 

prodiyal‌.

      ❛  see, neither do i for the exact same reason.  ❜       she watched one episode, one, and decided immediately it was garbage. she’s also too hot for lord of the rings and literally any disney movie, even if sasha’s little school friends think she’s elsa.       ❛  doesn’t mean i’m wrong, though.  ❜     

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇? either way, there’s no sense in arguing with her.   ❝   yeah, alright.  y’ don’t see me bringin’ up how fuckin’ slav you look.   ❞   and thor gestures towards her with the slosh of his beer. but it is important to note, however, that he still hasn’t spilled a drop. 

❝   get a track suit ‘n a baseball bat,   ❞  and he raises the mug for a sip,   ❝   maybe uncle boris‘ll bring out the wodka.   ❞

prodiyal‌.

@vingthor​

         ❛  you are aggressively scandanavian. you look like you built sweden. if that one guy from game of thrones fucked a sword, you would be the baby.  ❜ 

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐍, what does he even address first?  ❝   that’s fucked up.   ❞   that she thinks he looks swedish or the thing about a guy fucking a sword   ——   take your pick.   ❝   i don’t even watch game of thrones; i’m too hot for nerd shit.   ❞

@voidrites​​ said: i'd like to have some pancakes.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, and this is hannibal’s kitchen. he does fully intend to clean up afterwards, of course, but at the moment, he’s busied with slicing the apples, and the cakes in the pan still need a couple seconds more. hopefully, han doesn’t mind. can he call him han?   ❝   sure hope so.   ❞   he tosses back a grin over the broad trunk of a shoulder, sunny as the morning and well-slept, despite the hour he’d rose.   ❝   i mean i prolly could eat ‘em all, y’know, but, uh,   ❞   absently, he taps the knife against the counter top, the threat of laughter slanting his smile,  ❝   not the best idea, huh?   ❞ 

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 sounds much the same in any foreign land. makes for a fitting backdrop, too, to test the mettle of the local warriors.   ❝   come on, then —— it’ll be fun.   ❞   this one seems the largest, the most armoured, the most particularly grim of the bunch, and thor, in his tanned hides and unfinished tattoos, thinks it may as well be the closest he’ll find to an even match among men. 

this is hardly anything serious, anyway.

❝   i’ll go easy on you.   ❞                             /       @arondights​