Don’t wish death on your enemies. Wish geese on them. Wish thousands of geese into their life. Geese in their yard. Geese in their car. Geese in their workplace. Geese in their bed. Tiny geese in their hair. Geese in their food. JPEGs of angry geese overtaking their computer. Turn their whole family into geese. Awful hissy mean geese everywhere. A fate worse than death.
Imagine AoA Loki making the catastrophically undignified discovery that a slender 20-year-old’s metabolism cannot come close to coping with the amount of alcohol his centuries-old sensibilities are accustomed to
boys in space
are you gay?
wHAT?! NO! WHAT THE HELL OF COURSE NOT! I MEAN IM COOL WITH GAY PEOPLE BUT NO!!!
YES????? WHAT ELSE WOULD I BE???? DO I LOOK GAY???? IS IT MY SHIRT????
The guy at the burger place and I have some sexual tension.
Though that may just be because his name is Dylan and I once dated a guy named Dylan who would let me do ANYTHING to him.
So maybe I’m projecting.