thors-therapeutic-theologies:

noseychristina:

Thomas Fuller is a good natured man, as a rule. For some, he’s almost too well natured, and it would surprise them to find that he works at a rather seedy, occasionally violent bar in the lower Part of New York.

The single father of one very curious and sometimes troublesome little girl, he works hard each night to earn a decent living. This particular night, Thomas is having a little bit of a problem; his five year old daughter has no sitter for the next two weeks, and he still has to work.

For the time being, the little girl is I’m the back office, colouring. With any luck, she’s staying out of trouble. Problem is: if Thomas’s boss finds out, he’s going to be out the only income he brings in. Christina is, for the most part, well behaved… But as with any child her age, she is impatient and curious.

From time to time, despite her father’s threats to ground her, she peeks out from the back to see what’s going on. The noise of the bar is exciting. The people who drink there are equally interesting. Ina peers out with curious brown eyes, trying not to get caught.

The God was find the city to be a very magnificent place; a lot different than the small town in the desert he had wound up in after he had been cast from Asgard. The city was alive, and bursting with excitement and intriguing instruments at every corner, and it was all very captivating for Thor as he began to figure out the ins and outs of the city. Thus far his trips to Midgard have all been the same, the God would find himself seated in various establishments that served mead. Lots and lots of mead. If there were three things the God loved most it was mead, mirth, and feasts! Although, battle would probably fit in the equation, as well. 

Thor was alone this evening, and he couldn’t complain; though he was missing a certain lady warrior, currently. He entered into the bar glancing around the room as he made his way to the bar. The place was unusually less crowded tonight, just a few couples and a handful of men were enjoying their evening there. He had frequented this bar on many occasions with friends, and yet on every visit he would order the same thing. “A large pint of mead, good sir!” The Asgardian requested in a friendly manner before resting his elbows upon the worktop.

Thomas smiled at the God of Thunder, setting down the largest glass full of beer he could find with a pitcher alongside it. 

“How’s the night treatin’ you?” The man looks as friendly as he ever does, but tonight, he’s looking tired as well. And a little bit on the fidgety side. Normally he’d be paying closer attention to his work, carefully lining up the drinks for the customers at the bar; tonight he seems to have all of his focus on the door that leads to the back room.

The door that, usually, it shut all the way and completely still. Tonight, it’s open, just a couple of inches. Behind it, something moves in the dim light of the back room, before it closes again. 

Thomas looks like he’s going to have a fit. He doesn’t groan, or utter anything about it, just turns his back to the bar- something else he never does- grips the back counter and takes several deep breaths. After a moment, he turns back around, trying to smile like he ever does as an obviously intoxicated man demands a bottle of beer. 

Setting the beer on the counter, Thomas doesn’t even bother refusing the guy. Normally, by this time, he’s got one or two customers who have had enough alcohol and need to be called a cab before they start causing mischief. 

He’s not on his game tonight. Not at all. 

So guess what I’m doing right now? Checking tumblr again. FFFFFFFFFF….

ryandonato:

Mahabalipuram Mamallapuram Stone Carvings

alostcreature-loki:

I have recently been speaking with your mother and she is a lovely woman, which means you must be just as lovely. I have seen a few of the pictures your mother posted of you on her webpage and I can see that you have her beauty.

I was sad to hear that you have recently not been feeling well….

My daughter has been receiving letters from Thor, and now she’s getting letters from Loki as well. You think she’ll be thrilled? Darn straight she’ll be thrilled!!

Dear Mister Thor;

I am getting ready for bed, but Mommy said I could show you Goldie. See? She has hair just like yours. It’s yellow. 

I am feeling much better. The rain is making me happy. I like sleeping when it rains, but I do not want to go to bed, yet. 

Love,

Esme

entrelex:

O_O

This is either going to be a really, really, really good samurai film,

or a shitty live action movie of one of my favorite animes/mangas.

However, it’s not being made in the U.S. and Kenshin isn’t a white guy so I’m guessing it’s going to be a really really really FUCKING AWESOME SAMURAI FILM OMG I CAN’T WAIT HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT WAAAAAAAAAAH

Excuse me while I revisit a good chunk of my teen fandom years.  FGIFAGDAFGAJHFRUUUEFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

seriously. I have an e-mail alert set up for certain things, and it went off to tell me I’d gotten one… So I opened muchly-awaited e-mail to find… Nothing. “Select Message”. 

What? I *DID* Select a message you awful piece of…

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF TROLLPHONE.

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thethundergodthor:

theinfernalearache:

thethundergodthor:

“Fun Dip!” Thor sais excitedly as he shakes his head up and down. “That is the Midgardian treat I tasted some days ago it was rather sweet!” He nods as he tilts his head to a side, not fully understanding the next words that come from the worker’s mouth. “Pixie stix? I have spent time in the company of such creatures before and do not recall them ever carrying any sort of branch.” He said and crossed his arms as he eyed the long aisle before his eyes fell on the young woman again. 

“It is quite moderate weather but it seems there might be a storm brewing soon if I can not acquire the treats that my mouth longs for!”  

Elle stares at the customer like he’s lost his mind. The guy thinks he’s been around pixies. And his statement about the weather? We-eird. Midgarian? Really?

“I wouldn’t mind a storm,” She says without thinking. “Not a fan of thunder, but the rain would be nice.” Clearly uncertain as to whether or not it’s safe to come out from the counter, Elle wonders if her luck with the crazies has run out. 

He doesn’t smell like booze and he doesn’t  appear to be a druggie… Not that that means much. 

“Okay, well, Pixie stix…” Who was Elle, if not at least a little bit brave? Or was that stupid; she wasn’t sure. She comes out from behind the counter, dark blonde hair tucked behind her ears.

“There.” She picks up a very large tube full of coloured sugar and hands it to Thor. “Like  Fun Dip, without the sugar-stick to eat it with.” Then she grabs a second one, handing that one to him as well. “There you go…” She blinks. “Holy crap, you’re huge.” it comes out before she can give the words proper thought. 

“Why do you not appreciate the mighty thunder?” Thor asked, his voice possibly booming a loud louder than what was necessary but the words did not sound angry at all it seemed that it was just his voice that could not be controlled. 

As he is handed the Midgardian treat he looks at the tube up and down. It is rather small just like the amounts of packets he had consumed days before. He was hoping to purchase a hundred of the small packets but now that he looked at these tubes he did not know how many he would need. At the girls world he looked at her and shook his head. “No I am not your people are just tiny.” 

Elle peers at Thor like he’s nuts. “It would be a long story,” She advises him. “I’m not a fan of most unpredictable, loud noises.” She rubs her neck. His voice is surprisingly loud, but not to the point where she feels uncomfortable. Maybe she’s glad for it; she’s not sure yet. 

“My people? Mmhmm… Well, maybe you’re just giant.” She laughs. She takes note of his sceptical glance at the sugar stock in his hand. “Look, if you want more, I’ve got a box in the back. But should you be eating all that sugar this late at night? I mean… You’re gonna be wound for a week.” The doorbell rings as a couple of teenage boys come in to buy slurpees. “I’ll be with you in a minute…” She puts up a finger, heading back to the register. 

Thor glares slightly at her and shakes his head from side to side. “I am not a giant. I have seen giants and they are not quite as pleasing to the eyes as I am.” At the humans concern in her voice he cocked his head, who was this human his mother? Who did she think she was telling him the god of thunder that he should not eat the amounts of sugary treats he desired? He was about to voice all of this concerns but then just as if it didn’t matter the woman began walking away. He blinked confused, and rather strange looking holding an armful of pixie sticks. 

Ringing in the boys with their giant sugary drinks, Elle can’t help but look at least a little bit relieved when they leave. She leans on the counter, watching Thor with his armload of sugar. Okay, so she probably shouldn’t have said anything about the sugar, sure, but she can’t help but wonder how people can survive eating so much of the stuff. 

“You’ve seen giants?” A little surprise crosses the blonde’s face. Dude’s nuts, right?She obviously wasn’t ignoring what he’d said. “Look, I.. wait.” She pauses, thinking about what he just said. Did he just manage to compliment himself under the table like that? Of course. She sighs, putting her head on her hand. “Right, okay, well. You’re right, you’re pretty good looking, I’ll give you that. And I didn’t say that you were actually a giant. I was just saying that you’re really big is all.” She rolls her eyes. “So. Pixie Stix and FunDip. You want a Slurpee to wash that down with?” 

There’s a level of humour in her voice that the Thunderer probably won’t miss as sarcasm, but it’s pretty obvious that she’s bored and doesn’t mean any harm.