I’m just going to go ahead and post him today. Don’t mind the pseudo-intellectual leaning I have toward saint art from the Renaissance or anything
I can say ‘hot’ because it’s reclamation of a word that is offensive to my People
Loki is so, so very beautiful here. He doesn’t always look beautiful to me — his looks vary from calm and full of rage, from cautious to smug to wistful. Each of these expressions has meaning, each of them defines him. But like this, he looks empty; like he’s lost so much and all that’s left to describe him is the word, beautiful.
Go. fucking. listen.
This is writing, ladies and gentlemen.