I lied. Mischief has eaten my brain.
He's terrifyingly creepy, un-repentantly evil for the sake of getting what he wants and help my soul, sexy as all fucking get out.
I re-watched Thor on Mother's Day (along with a bunch of other movies) and it did nothing to quell the rise in smirk-related tension I was feeling.
Screw the arrows. I'm building an altar to the God of Mischief. ;-)
Now, if only life would stop getting in the way of my fangirling.
I re-watched Thor on Mother's Day (along with a bunch of other movies) and it did nothing to quell the rise in smirk-related tension I was feeling.
Screw the arrows. I'm building an altar to the God of Mischief. ;-)
Now, if only life would stop getting in the way of my fangirling.