guess who just saw avengers for the eighth time............

[aburdenglorious]

 Perhaps you should sleep instead of writing such things. You have many "tags" to write back as well, I do not understand why you must "post" for me again. 

Because you have "Assembled" just tonight? What in the Nine do you speak of? Either finish your true work, or go to bed. 

You have not a choice. 

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[wealldosillythings]

Oh, it's you.

My mun's friends keep having.. "feels" about you.

[aburdenglorious]

"Feels"? I am familiar, this mortal wench who thinks to control me often has bouts of terrible "feels" as she calls them. Midgardians in heat, there's nothing for it.

[bindsthedead]

Assembled... What, exactly?

[aburdenglorious]

I am told this is the term used for one seeing the "movie" in which I star in the Avengers "assemble."

[bindsthedead]

But do they build something? Or simply... for an assembly?

[aburdenglorious]

In my experience they are nothing but an unbalanced team of the misunderstood, attempting to fight the evils in Midgard.

[bindsthedead]

Is there much evil in Midgard?

And I've found that even an odd group can accomplish much, if they must.

i'm sorry i couldn't stop her

[greedyduchess]

[Don't mind the young girl staring at you with adoration in a creepy, stalkerish manner. A god. A prince. ♥]

Re: i'm sorry i couldn't stop her

[aburdenglorious]

[Sigh. Another fangirl. This one seems rather diminutive to the rest, however.]

[And hey. Adoration is great.]

Yes?

[lunging]

Strange, hearing a god tell someone to go to bed.

[aburdenglorious]

I would rather her sleep to leave me be then stay up to be bothered by her ridiculous fantasies.

[lunging]

Aye, it seems to only get worse the less sleep they are running off of, does it not?

[Fandral doesn't worry about that so much, though.]

[aburdenglorious]

[Loki simply nods.]

Her obsession is rather out of control, I should say.

[lunging]

[Don't give him that evil face, bro.]

Then, I would imagine, trying to control it would make it worse.

[spiderhorse]

[Hi Mom

just going to chew on your head and wash your hair with horse spit

please stop fighting with odin ok

please]

[aburdenglorious]

[fgkdsghkslhsd augh. He's gonna try to... gently... detach you from his hair.]

Hello Sleipnir.

[spiderhorse]

[but you have so much hair now mom

like a real woman

no don't it might have lice

when did you bathe you smell funny

mommy...don't push me away...like you've done with everyone else...

Hello.]

[aburdenglorious]

[Hey you're not the only one who can have a long glorious mane ok? ok.]

[he does not have lice he does not live in a stable oh was that mean?]

And how have you been?

[He's giving you some nice pets okay he's not leaving you.]

[spiderhorse]

[Very classy, Loki, pick on your retarded son. Does that make you feel good? Make you feel important? Mother of the Year, definitely.

I have been well. What have you been doing?

Like he knows shit about shit, he just runs around all day like OH MY GOD I HAVE EIGHT LEGS THIS IS THE COOLEST SHIT and oh he took Son of Coul to Valhalla hope you're not mad he said you killed him and Sleipnir is (unsure) of what to make of that...

Also yes you have lice and they are delicious brb - eating all your head bugs]

[therealgenius]

Did she go to bed?

[aburdenglorious]

Eventually.

Only to wake seven hours later and continue this.

[therealgenius]

That's no good. Eight hours of sleep is the best, make her go back.

[aburdenglorious]

She refuses. She claims to have things to do yet she sits and does nothing.

[therealgenius]

Persuade her otherwise. That's what you do, right?

[cherrybombpie]

My mun says that you should be burdened with a glorious porpoise.

Also that she finds you adorable. ♥