Okay, so it's totally
noeon's fault, but I now have a fannish Facebook which lets me hide from my RL family and friends the number of times I play Carly Rae Jepsen's Call Me Maybe on Spotify. (Shut up. I like that song.) Also Noe may have convinced me with the fact that I could share fannish playlists through my Spotify account which now has to be linked to a Facebook account, damn you Spotify.
So. Yeah. I'm
here under Femm Lokisdottir, because a) fuck you, Facebook, that could be a real name *looks shifty* and b) evidently Facebook will take Femm as a first name but not Femme. Enh. Anyway, feel free to friend if you want to follow my obsession with cheesy pop. (I can't help myself. It's summer.) I have no idea what I'll use it for yet outside of Spotify playlists.
In other news, someone really, really needs to stop me from writing fic in which Loki returns to earth and, since Daddy has cut him off from his account at Asgardian First InterRealm, he has to financially support his supervillain habit by working some crappy job a la Office Space and living in a tiny studio in Queens because, dude, rents are crazy in NYC, and to conserve his magic for annoying the crap out of the Avengers--in particular his brother and Tony (whose metaphorical pigtails he can't seem to stop himself from pulling because hello, have you
seen how hot Stark is)--he has to take the bus and subway to work which annoys him immensely because, well, have you ever been in the subway or on a bus in NYC during the summer heat, my God, the stench of humanity. (You can't tell me that wouldn't offend Loki's sensibilities because really, hello, there's nothing worse than the whiff of heated urine where somebody's peed in the corner when they were drunk, not to mention the crush of sweaty bodies....ugh. Public transit in the summer sucks. D:
I'm looking at you Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority and your stupid bus that didn't have AC this afternoon.)
Anyway. I do not need to write that fic. REALLY. I don't. Unh unh. *eyes that bunny warily* I particularly don't need to give him a band of nerdy sidekicks who just want to sit around and read comic books and drink beer and be all snarky about how Loki sucks as a supervillain and really, who wants to wear that much leather in the summer, Jesus Christ, no wonder you're such a cranky shit, Laufeyson. Put on a fucking t-shirt, sit in front of the goddamn window AC, and open a cold one, for fuck's sake, and OH MY GOD, did you just chill that beer with your bare hand?
...
BAD BUNNY. NO BISCUIT.
ETA: Evidently I am incapable of wanting to write anything but crack in this fandom. Where the hell did my angst!whore tendencies go? *is confounded* LOKI, GIVE THEM BACK, DAMMIT.
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