#othunderous

[lightsiided]

❛  i’m crazy for you.  ❜ waaaaah

* dirty talk starters | accepting

     "excuse me," rey huffs, hands planted on her hips over the skirt of her dress. her feet are bare where she's standing on the table, flushed and grinning. "you can't just TALK TO ME like that." her left hand lifts, waving obnoxiously in the air in front of his face, "i'm married."

for the first time in as long as they've known each other, she's quite a bit taller than him, and it only took climbing on top of the furniture to accomplish it. probably, she looks a SIGHT, standing before him -- the thin fabric of her gown is clinging, her hair and body still soaked from the rain she'd begged for not an hour ago. she thinks the flowers she'd carefully woven into her braids that morning are long gone.

admittedly, rey's a little drunk, too, though she thinks she can attribute the majority of her giddiness to the fact that the love of her LIFE has just sworn his devotion to her in front of all her closest friends. the smile currently making her cheeks ache hasn't left her face since she first saw him waiting for her between the trees that afternoon.

rey sways to the edge of the table, eyes bright as she leans down toward him. "i don't think my husband --" her brain short-circuits for a moment, then lights up all at once like a ship's hyperdrive. husband. she has a HUSBAND. "-- would appreciate it very much. probably," she sing-songs, "he'd punch you in your extremely... pretty... face."

abandoning the pretense, then, she jumps gleefully from the top of the table and into his arms, laughing at how quickly and easily thor catches her, like he read her mind before she even moved. her legs loop around his waist, over his equally rain-soaked clothes, and her fingers wind into his hair so she can yank his head back to kiss him -- breathlessly, JOYFULLY, brimming with love.

"i can't believe we're married," rey murmurs, stunned. it's probably the third or fourth time she's said as much since the ceremony, but it does feel UNBELIEVABLE. the day has been like something plucked from one of her wildest dreams. she surges forward to kiss him again, following the brush of her lips with another sentence he's surely heard her say countless times before: "this is the best day of my LIFE."

she'd meant it every time she'd said so, but never as much as she does now, smiling sunnily down at him. it hardly seems real, that this is the way her life has turned out. something she isn't sure she's ever felt before is slowly but surely nestling its way deep into her bones, filling the spaces left behind by everything terrible that has ever happened to her -- a placid sense of peace, comfortable and SETTLED.

then rey remembers they're ALONE for the first time in what feels like years, and what she'd promised she'd do to him the first chance she got while they were dancing closely earlier, her voice lowered to a whisper. her eyes go half-lidded, her next kiss more insistent. certainly, she's completely CRAZY for him, too -- today and tomorrow and all the days beyond then, promising thor as much nonsensically between touches that start to grow desperate. forever and ever, she swears against his throat, yanking at his wet clothes. only DEATH can part them now.

@othunderous

#othunderous #i am once again reminding you that they are everything to me #& answered. #( * hope is like the sun / mcu crossover )

[aintashes]

how have his childhood & adolescent experiences impacted the relationships he forms in adulthood? (:

send me questions you have about daryl — currently accepting !

oooh, this is such a good question and it's a topic i love to talk about ! thank you so much for letting me ramble about this, lmao !

this is also going to have to be under a read more, because it is a massive behemoth of a post. proceed with caution and bear in mind triggers for child abuse, neglect, death / grief, etc !

so... we all know that daryl was abused and neglected as a child ( by his mother, father, and brother ), as a teen ( by his father and brother ), and well into his adulthood ( by his brother and the type of company he kept ). there's no question about it, and the severity of the abuse he endured has definitely had a massive influence on the way he navigates his adult relationships.

you can see him struggle a ton with this while merle is still alive in the first 3 seasons of the show. merle makes daryl feel like he's all daryl has—

because family, kin, blood, comes before all else, right? it doesn't matter how much i abused you growing up and still abuse you now, because i'm your big brother and i know what's best for you, always. i spent years trying to make a man of you, so you owe me something. you're worthless without me and you have been since you were born. i'm older, i'm wiser, i always protected you even though i abandoned you at the drop of a hat every time i could to get away from the man we both suffered under our whole lives. i'm the only one who cares about you. nobody else will ever care about you. just me.

—and it's to the point where daryl literally leaves people who are better for him in every way in order to rough it on his own with merle. even when daryl decides that enough is enough, that he'd rather go be with people who appreciate him and give him a much better life, he still lets merle come back with him ( despite his awful behavior while they're on their own, such as merle's aggression with the family on the bridge ). he tells rick that if the group wants daryl to stay, then they must accept merle back into the fold even if they don't like him.

the degree to which daryl is so easily manipulated by his brother is astounding, but that's how that kind of abuse goes. they make you feel worthless, like you're nothing without them, like they made you the person you are and that you should be grateful to them— and if you ever try to leave them, to detach yourself from their hold over you, they make you feel like you're the piece of shit who doesn't care; like you are the one who's done wrong, not them.

and it leads into daryl being easily manipulated by people like rick, for example. there are countless times throughout the show where daryl does as rick asks of him even though he vehemently disagrees and / or doesn't want to, and every single time there's an overarching theme of do this because i need you to. because we're family, and that's what family does for one another. it's very much the same sentiment that merle instilled in daryl from a young age, and it's something that rick has literally seen merle to do daryl before but it's still something he chooses to knowingly repeat. it's a dynamic that becomes even more interesting the more daryl refers to rick as his brother ( and i could go on about this forever, but this post isn't just about the way that rick treats daryl. that can come sometime later ).

but then there are people like carol— daryl's best friend above all others from the very beginning. the woman he would do anything for. you don't have to look too deeply into their relationship to understand that part of the reason they get along so well is because of their similar backgrounds of abuse and neglect. even after years and years, the fact that their tight bond began and persisted because of their traumas is still referenced ( in season 10 ep 1, daryl's quote: sometimes i think we're just surviving one fight to the next. / and carol's response: it was like that for you and me before all this ).

i think it's important to acknowledge how daryl's history and experiences play so hard into the bonds he makes with other trauma survivors ( specifically trauma pre-outbreak, because yeah, everyone suffers horrific traumas once the dead begin to walk ). it carries over into his relationships with people like leah ( see this post for my thoughts on their relationship and why it's strictly platnoic ) and with lydia.

lydia is actually a really big one, too, because she's the most prevalent example of an abused child / teenager who daryl can bond with and who he sees himself in. during the time that he meets and gets to know lydia, however, he's in a position where he's more healed and has let go of much of his past life. it lets him relate to her, but it also lets him reach out to her. help her. show her that she doesn't have to stick by the side of someone who is / was atrociously abusing her. it goes back to him choosing merle over the people who actually cared for him— lydia is sort of an opportunity for daryl to come full circle and show the audience just how much he has healed in a lot of different ways ( even though he does still display some aggressive and stubborn behaviors. this is daryl we're talking about, after all ).

moving on, i can't talk about how daryl's past impacts his relationships without talking about his guilt and shame. this could be a whole separate post in itself because there's just so much to it, but i feel like it needs to be at least touched on here.

i believe it goes without saying that guilt and shame are two very large parts of what makes childhood trauma so debilitating. there's an air of responsibility that comes with it, like you need to set aside your own needs and dissociate from them in order to do and be what others need you to do and be ( people-pleasing ). and a lot of times, the guilt comes in when you push yourself so far that you break.

some examples of this are: not being able to find / save sophia, especially with her being another abused child and after he felt like the only person who cared enough besides her own mother to go looking for her; not being able to save beth at grady memorial after she became such a good friend to him in their solo travels after the tragedy of the prison falling; being taken advantage of by dwight, which eventually results in denise's death and daryl running off to go find him ( which then further results in michonne, rosita, and glenn being captured alongside him by the saviors and ending up being included in negan's lineup ).

the common thread between all of these events is that daryl feels like he's let his people down. maggie even has to pull him aside after he escapes the saviors to tell him that glenn's death was not his fault, and that he doesn't need to carry that shame with him.

and then there's the guilt he feels surrounding his reactivity throughout the show: for example, when daryl is tasked with leading their people away from the saviors after the fall of alexandria, he gets in tara's face for letting dwight go. his outburst frightens judith, which is perhaps the only thing that stops him from continuing to escalate. this leads into his shame surrounding children in general, as well— he is good with kids, as evidenced by his uncle daryl status with judith and rj, but one of the main themes of his time as their acting parent later in the show is that he has no idea what he's doing. he's never had a frame of reference for what actual good parenting looks like, and he constantly asks himself what rick would do instead of trusting in himself that he won't turn out to be what his own father was.

to make a very long story much, much shorter... the way that daryl's family treated him at large before the outbreak culminates in: intense trust issues; self-sacrificial behavior; people-pleasing; poor emotional regulation / reactivity; self-doubt / self-loathing; a deep fear of abandonment, yet the need for extreme emotional distance from others; dissociation from personal needs; feelings of unworthiness when it comes to relationships; struggles with emotional intimacy; hypervigilance; avoidant behaviors; confusion and unsettling feelings surrounding close relationships; and more.

it's also worth it to note that daryl does work through these feelings and trauma responses throughout the show ! you can see how much progress he makes as he gets closer to people in the group and how much he really begins to blossom into his own person without the influence of his old life hanging over him.

there are so many other things i could have mentioned, too. i didn't mention how daryl's trademark quiet nature is in itself fueled by his trauma ( what has talking ever gotten him? most likely, a beating ). how his willingness to sacrifice himself for the people he loves comes, in part, from his past.

and to that point, i never mentioned how daryl's physical body and the things he went through as a child and adolescent shape the way he interacts with people. how he shies away from physical touch until much, much later in the show. how his bodily autonomy is almost always in question ( and if you're curious about that, i have a post on it here ) and how every piece of his body has been used over and over again, down to the very blood in his veins being sold for money as a child.

i also didn't dive into how he's such a good judge of character that it's literally spelled out for you and mentioned countless times throughout the show, but that when he's faced with one of his abusers asking him to go away with him, he does it even though merle is a terrible, awful, horrific, piece of shit person— which just goes to show you how deeply ingrained the trauma bond between him and merle really was. and, beyond that, how trust issues because of childhood trauma made it so difficult to really put his faith in the group when merle was in his ear telling him that daryl didn't need them. that they didn't actually care about him at all.

i never even got into his older brother-little sister relationship with beth, and how she was the first person to help him let go of a huge piece of his old life by burning down the old shack. and i didn't talk about how easily he's able to talk about merle when he tells connie the story about the boat.

all in all, there are countless ways in which daryl's childhood and adolescent experiences impact his adult relationships. so many that there are still more than this, but i feel like i have to stop now because this has gotten so long ! thank you so much for the question !!

#over and out. ( answered ) #othunderous #memes. ( answered ) #details. ( daryl dixon ) #abuse // #child abuse // #child neglect // #death // #grief //

[emeraldxphoenix]

@othunderous

there is much to apologize for. much that he has wished he could say, over the years. knowing where to begin is impossible; he settles for one that often occupies his mind. it is late, quiet. hours have passed since that teary eyes reunion. if life has taught thor anything, it's that leaving things unsaid is never wise. he chooses not to waste another second, when right now is all he has. "do you remember when we left asgard for svartalfheim, to face malekith?" curiously, his head tilts, though he doesn't look at his brother. "the things you had said about jane, about me. . ." now, all these years later, he understands it better than he had in the moment. "i. . . am sorry that i never quite knew how to help you through the loss of her, brother. i am sorry that i never tried to understand it. mostly, i am sorry i left you to wade through it alone. you were right; it's. . . unbearable."

Realistically, Loki doesn’t know how much longer they have left on the timeline for this visit. They can only ever approximate – it really doesn’t help that they experience time differently now – and even then, they could easily be called away at a moment’s notice. They are beholden to the branches now, their whole being thrumming with the evergreen seiðr of the tree that gives life to everything around them; Yggdrasil cannot last long without it’s heart, and Loki must heed the familiar call when it comes.

For now, though, they sit with their brother in the afternoon hours. Leia rests in their lap, beautiful eyes wide, fingers grasping for the gold rings that adorn their hands. The rattle Loki had originally summoned to entertain their niece lies discarded on the floor, the toy far too noisy for either adult to want to retrieve it once the child had flung it on the floor. The silence ever since then has been heavy.

“Hmmm…” A hum of agreement and recognition. Thor knows that Loki wasn’t there themselves for anything beyond New York, but that they have observed the rest of the story from their lonely throne – so the trickster doesn’t correct their brother’s choice of words, and focuses on their meaning instead. “I remember.” You'll never be ready. The only woman whose love you've prized will be snatched from you. “Those were not kind words on my part: I apologise.”

Who would ever have guessed: Loki Friggason, choosing to apologise? Even now though, such a sentiment is easier to dwell on than the memory of the person Thor speaks of. Golden hair, woven through with fresh blossoms. Sapphire eyes that saw to his core without even needing to try. Gentle touches, kind words; healing spells and parchment scrolls. Truth to their lies, faithfulness to their capriciousness. Goddess of Fidelity to the end.

Gaze remains fixed on their niece’s dark hair. “Thank you.” They don’t speak of the timelines where Sigyn lives, where her love transforms the god of mischief into another person entirely; content, seen, loved. At least, not yet: there is time enough for that. “There was a great deal you did not understand in those days, brother. Most of that was not your doing.” Words tread the unfamiliar line of acceptance, forgiveness, understanding. They both know the man responsible is not present to bear the blame. “I am sorry that you experienced something similar.”

#omg this is so long #death mention tw #othunderous

[metalsiren]

❝ i've missed your voice. ❞

❝  hey,  big  guy  ...  ❞  words  spoken  through  a  breath  of  relief  as  she  closes  the  book  she's  been  reading  to  him  the  last  few  hours.  both  hands  take  one  of  his,  encapsulating  and  comforting  as  she  gives  it  a  small  squeeze  and  presses  the  back  of  it  to  her  cheek.  there  are  tears  in  her  eyes,  lips  pulling  into  a  smile  with  the  knowledge  that  he's  awake  and  coherent.  thumbs  brush  over  his  knuckles,  attempting  to  keep  herself  from  showing  any  form  of  weakness.  this  isn't  about  her.  she's  not  the  one  who's  in  the  hospital  bed,  not  the  one  who  found  herself  nearly  losing  her  life  behind  the  wheel. 

swiftly,  she  wipes  at  her  eyes  with  her  sleeve,  hiding  any  attempt  at  making  it  about  anyone  but  thor.  what  he  needs.  what  he's  feeling.  she  rests  her  chin  on  his  hand,  keeping  her  attention  on  his  face,  ❝  you're  awake.  ❞  as  if  saying  the  words  out  loud  would  help  make  it  more  real,  breathing  life  into  the  fact  that  he  hasn't  been  taken  from  this  world.  taken  from  her. 

a  part  of  her  hopes  that  odin  doesn't  notice,  that  he  remains  just  outside  the  room  on  the  phone  handling  what  sawyer  can  only  assume  is  damage  control.  it's  selfish,  to  wish  a  father  not  to  see  his  son  and  have  that  relief  for  himself,  but  she  can't  help  but  indulge  in  the  quiet  between  the  two  of  them;  especially  when  all  odin  has  shown  towards  her  is  animosity  and  disapproval.  it  helps  that  she  knows  this  isn't  the  first  time  thor  has  opened  his  eyes  since  he's  been  admitted.

there's  no  way  to  hide  the  way  she  sniffles,  swallowing  the  rest  of  her  tears  as  she  leans  closer,  ❝  i  brought  you,  uh  —  ❞  she  clears  her  throat,  ❝  i  brought  you  those  lemon  squares  you  like.  made  'em  from  scratch.  i  tried  to  find  those  chips  too  but  they  were  sold  out.  i'd  go  out  and  look  but  i  don't  think  your  dad  would  let  me  back  in  if  i  left.  ❞  she  realizes  she's  rambling  and  stops  herself,  closing  her  eyes  briefly  before  opening  them,  lips  pursing  as  a  sob  threatens  to  escape.  instead,  she  speaks  with  a  voice  clearly  strained  by  trying  to  keep  it  all  together,  ❝  i'm  so  happy  you're  awake.  ❞

@othunderous | 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝('𝐧𝐭) 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 | accepting.

#° 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ; ♡ thor odinson. #° 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢 ; ✞ famous. #othunderous #for your info #she's absolutely reading lord of the rings to him

[citizenstarlight]

        There was a lot of Annie had seen – especially since she had moved to New York City. Still, what the man before her said was unbelievable. He was not some genetically altered human like herself but a god. It made her question so many things. If he was truly a Norse God – were they the true religion? Or did other Gods exist? But there was no time for theological questions, at least not now. What was important was helping him and maybe getting his help in return.

        Annie’s petite fingers wrapped around the cup of coffee as she sipped. She had brought him back to her apartment and served him the warm beverage of his choosing. “So – Thor,” casually talking to a God felt weird. But she shook it off and continued, “You mentioned you’ve been gone awhile. As you can see….Things aren’t going exactly well. I could catch you up on the state of the world, and maybe you could help me improve things?” Brown eyes looked up at him hopefully.

 ★ ╼ starter call. | @othunderous

#othunderous #★ ╼ since when did hopeful and naive become the same thing ( main verse ) #★ ╼ i should have done a lot of stuff ( interactions ) #thank you for your patience angel! #lmk if you want me to change anything!

[liecrafted]

are you playing a trick on me? // @othunderous

grin comes to lips in spite of loki's attempts to remain neutral, to keep the smirk from his features. he'd wanted to keep this going a little while longer, of course. but then... thor knew him, didn't he? knew every inch of his mischievous soul in spite of all the ways loki liked to pretend he wasn't truly known by anyone.

he moves, dropping his hands and tucking them behind his back. shifts weight, rocking on his feet before shrugging. still, an attempt at innocence.

"would i ever play a trick on you, brother?"

#loki vc: thor pls play along i PROMISE no stabbing-- #► 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒. | answered. #othunderous

[sanguinelupus]

fuck me daddy klaus uhh 😩

i was gonna call you a slur but i forgot people on tumblr don’t let black people do anything on the dash

#that one zelda nerd is speaking ; ooc #othunderous #INBOX.

[lightsiided]

@othunderous

“okay,” thor sighs as he approaches her on the dock. carefully he leans against the fence, glancing briefly out to the ocean before settling his eyes on her. “what is it that bothers you?” at first, he’d thought maybe it was the children. all of them are feeling the stress of finding them. but it isn’t that, he thinks, that has her on edge. it doesn’t seem to be a worry, but. . . an agitation. “i’ve been watching you for hours, i know something is wrong.”

     she can't help feeling tense. all her life she's been an outsider, worried she might never find a place where she belongs. that fear had been quiet for so long she'd been hopeful it was gone. but in watching thor and jane talk, in the natural way they interact, rey had felt it stir again. there is so much history between them. so much that unsettles her, that makes her feel wrong and ugly inside. "it's just..." her eyes, which had been on the water, look quickly up at him and away again. "the way you argued. it's hard to believe you both don't want... i mean, it just seemed like there was something left unfinished between you. and -- i don't know." better to ask than torture herself, she supposes. "is there?"

#he'd been watching her for hours 😌 #i mean not that i think she was hiding it that much or at all but it's very sweet he can read her so easily #othunderous #( * hope is like the sun / mcu crossover )

[aintashes]

📐 6'4" :')

— how does your muse's height compare to daryl's?

quite frankly... i'm obsessed with this. and i don't know how anyone wouldn't be.

#thor stop being gigantic ( don't stop ) #over and out. ( answered ) #othunderous #memes. ( answered )

[emeraldxphoenix]

Walks into their room, silently stares at them, leaves mjolnir in the center of their bed & pushes over all their books, silently stares some more, and walks out.

Loki is scribbling down notes about a star chart laid out in front of her when Thor enters. She cranes her head round to face him, an agitated ‘what?’ on the tip of her tongue that dies at the sight of his silent stare. What is he doing?

And then he’s leaving his damned hammer in her bed, shoving over a very carefully curated and organised pile of books, levelling her with another stare, and leaving as if he’d simply walked in to pass the time of day.

“Thor! What the Hel?” She’s out of her seat in a heartbeat, shooting towards the door and catching it before it can properly swing shut. “Thor if you leave mjolnir there, I swear to the Allfather—” An annoyed snarl, voice transforming into a shout to ensure he hears it down the corridor. “I’ll get you back for that brother, you'd better watch your back!”

#this is hilarious i love it #love the siblings wars a lot #othunderous #queue: what is this; a deli?

[hopegained]

@othunderous: eron, would you be so kind as to hold my axe for a moment?

It took Eron by surprise, though he remained unfazed, years of being in the underworld put to good use in dealing with those who were none the wiser to determine his true feelings. He eyed the weapon in Thor's hand—one of a kind, unique beyond his understanding of the Force and the entire cosmos—then brought his gaze up to meet the man's. "I mean, I'd be honored," he said simply before giving the axe another glance. "But we're in a base full of people and you just so happen to ask me?" An eyebrow arched in curiosity. Through his delving into the Force he could sense something vague, but not enough to pinpoint the exact intention behind Thor's request. And so he played along, making another remark, "Inquiring minds would like to know why."

#othunderous #answered. #ic. #eron vc: makes you think 🤔

[alldaddy]

🐤

THEY SEE ME ROLLIN' THEY HATIN'! // @othunderous

#° 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢 ; ✞ modern. #i hate him #pls #othunderous

[sooperdark]

this episode is brought to you by : betterhelp! \ @othunderous

It's easy for Mickey to forget just how far the outreach of their podcast is - they've got a pretty decent following, and it shows not only in the streaming numbers but in the social media engagement they get as well, yet they still remain oblivious to it due to the monotony of the cursed day job. The moments where they do feel the grandness of their project makes them feel a bit like a god, though : and even more so when the literal god of thunder shows interest in making an appearance. Man, this is fucking huge. And man - he's fucking huge. They stand five foot four - a generous measurement due to the extra boost given by their doc martens, for without it they stand at only five foot two ( and a quarter! ) "Ahaaa, you've been keeping an eye out for Selener haven't you?" is the first thing they can think to say when welcoming him into their 'studio space'. The studio space simply being : the far end of their living room, by the window with the nicest view of outside, two microphones set at a coffee table positioned between two beanbag chairs. It's a very cozy vibe, made even cozier by the extra bit of relaxation that comes from knowing there'd be no cameras on them. They considered making it a video podcast at a point : but, they decided against it to maintain the comfortability they'd come to know. It was easier to speak your mind if you knew no one was able to analyze all your moves - though, on special occasions, video specials would be uploaded to the Patreon. They hadn't even considered suggesting that to Thor, for not only did it not feel quite right, but they also didn't want to seem like they only wanted to make a spectacle of him being a guest on their podcast. They're trying to make a safe space for him, and a safe space it will be. "Sorry, that's a shit joke. I do kinda bad when I have to talk to people with way more clout than me. Uh, do you want a beer or something? We can like, spitball a bit before I hit record, I usually just ramble regardless but it helps to have a direction. I found that out the hard way, lotta the first episodes of this thing have like, a million cuts where I had to edit out the dead silences where I totally just watched the train of thought fade away into oblivion...so yeah, beer or something?"

#othunderous #dialogue. #im obsessed w this already i hope this is ok LMAO #i rambled to set the stage but u dont have to match length at all do not fret my dear jkdfhjkds