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Quick Passion of Port Talbot inking warmup -
If you haven't seen or heard anything about this incredible piece of theater Michael Sheen did, I am begging you to drop everything and search up 'The Passion of Port Talbot (Pt 1: The Town Tells Its Story, Pt 2: It Has Begun!) on YouTube - it's an amazing and moving documentary on the preproduction, rehearsal, and the 72-hour performance itself.
#Michael Sheen#The Gospel of us#the passion of port talbot#ink#watercolor#illustration#figgy does art
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I'm really starting to think that Loki is actually 10 steps ahead of all of us...
(EDIT: don't pay attention to this. I'm just a clown for believing in Marvel... As always...)
Thorough the episode his behaviour has felt... strange. Some times he seemed like he wasn't taking the whole a moon is going to crash on us and destroy everything seriusly enough. In front of Sylvie he looks like a child, always looking for the amusement; or like a big puppy, cheerful but clumsy, showing of his powers to be praised, following Sylvie's lead and asking for her plans before sharing his thoughts...
But also, there are some times like he is hidding something. Like he has a plan and all of this quirks are just an act. As he said in the previous episode:
Where wolf's ears are, wolf's teeth are near.
So... I have two hypothesis:
The TemPad is not actually out of power nor broken. Loki knows how to recharge it and the one he shows broken is a decoy.
The enchantment moment has actually worked and
either Sylvie is trying to manipulate Loki into giving her the TemPad (I don't believe this much but the thought is there), but Loki, already with some experience in the arena (if you know what I mean...), is hard to tame,
or it backfired and Loki is the one manipulating Sylvie and she doesn't know.
I don't know, maybe I'm seeing what I want and not what there really is. But having a happy Loki, one that gets drunk and sings with strangers, not feeling the "imminent death threat", one that use this much magic... doesn't feel normal.
#also. when he misses the dagger shoot? it's intriguing that it went at the guard's neck level but at the other side of sylvie#lucky that it didn't hit her#and the tempad breaking IN HIS POCKET DIMENSION?? did the feather and quill also break? his daggers? whatever he is hidding in there?#maybe the figgy port?#is it okey if i bring back the question of where the casket went after the first movie?#oh. and you remember those people waiting in the line for the train?#they give loki and sylvie odd and angry looks when they pass but they don't see him diguise as a guard...#and one last observation: loki stopping the building from falling on them. since when is loki that strong!?? i like that part#loki series#loki theories
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IDK, I just want Loki and Sylvie to have an uninterrupted date, enjoy some figgy port and cheese together, is that too much to ask?
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Y/n: So, do I have a boyfriend or a girlfriend today?
Loki: Since you ate the last Figgy Port, you have an enemy.
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everybody knows norse gods born after 850 A.D. can't cook, all they know is charge they TemPad, drink figgy port, twerk, be bisexual, and die lie
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Did they really focus more on Sylvie than Loki in his own show? I'm slowly losing hope...
😌 I actually think they didn't. It's normal to have an episode focus a little more on one character than usual, especially if they're important to the plot. Sylvie is very important.
Not to mention, anon, we learned more about Loki than we did about Sylvie! We learned how he learned to love magic, that he can sing, that he sings in Asgardian, that he's hedonistic, that he prefers to think on his feet, and that whatever that thing was tastes great with Figgy Port.
Just because the focus isn't blatantly on someone doesn't mean you aren't learning about them. 😋. Sorry I'm a plot mechanics nerd
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No like seriously guys.
Who's got the Figgy Port?
#loki#loki fanart#loki fandom#loki laufeyson#loki odinson#loki of asgard#loki x sigyn#lokiofmischief#lokistan#loki fangirl#loki thor#loki series#loki (marvel)#loki spoilers#loki shirtless#loki's magic#loki's song#loki's powers#drunk loki#loki friggason#loki friggadottir#loki sigyn#lokideity#loki defense squad#loki deserved better#loki mobius#lokius#sylvie mcu#loki sylvie#sylvie
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We write our own destiny now
A Sylvie x Loki fanfiction - set on the train in the middle of Episode 3. Enjoy!
The pungent vapor of port with surprisingly fruity undertones hit Sylvie’s senses first, and her nostrils flared.
The Asgardian ballad was on the heels of the port, and Sylvie was jolted out of her slumber by music that stirred long-buried feelings deep in her soul; music of a time she could barely remember but which was so viscerally ingrained she couldn’t help but be transfixed instantly.
‘I can’t sleep in a place like this.’ - she had told him.
‘You can’t sleep on a train?’
‘No. I can’t sleep around untrustworthy people.’
‘Oh, right, that me?’
Sylvie had slept like a baby, through the chaos of the party that had kicked up on a train to the end of the world. She felt energetic, vital, and as she blinked away the muddied haze of sleep and focused her gaze on him, she felt something else - something which she couldn’t quite put words to yet.
The romantic narcissist had made himself the life of the party of course. Arrogant, evidently inebriated, he flaunted his charm and his physicality with devastating ease. He was the day to Sylvie’s night, the yin to her yang, flamboyant and poetic and luxurious where Sylvie met him with fierce cunning and strategy and sinewy flexibility. Side by side there was nothing that was missing. They were a complete whole. And anyone who disagreed knew not what it was to see and need and embrace and adore every facet of the dark and the light of the experience of being alive.
This intuitive realisation settled over Sylvie calmly in the second before her cerulean eyes locked with his. Together with the decision that she would never be beholden to or dependent on this impossibly intriguing man. And with the decision that she wanted, with every fibre of her being, to kiss his warm mouth, to run her hands through his silky mass of ebony curls, to tangle their strong, athletic limbs and unite the two diametric opposites to make the whole and not resurface until for a brief moment the universe sang with a unity of the strands of identity.
The raucous chorus had ended and Loki was now eagerly shushing the equally tipsy crowd. Sylvie felt a pang of alarm to see that he had evidently long lost the careful focus that had been maintaining the illusion of the guards’ uniform that had been their cover. Instead he stood in that hateful uniform of the omniscient fascists that Sylvie had spent her life running from. It would take a lot to freely admit it, but it made Sylvie burn with a profound sorrow to see Loki trussed up in their ugly, faceless shirt and trousers, not to mention branded like an animal with his jacket which could not help but remind him, and Sylvie, anyone and everyone, that he was no more than a ‘Variant’ - one among a herd of cattle to be categorized with letters and a number, before being disposed of. Sylvie knew all too well what it felt like to be taken like a lamb to the slaughterhouse of the timekeepers: that one fateful encounter and her impossible escape were scorched into her mind and her drive as though by a branding iron.
But all that pain and fury and loss seemed to dissipate like fluffy clouds in the summer sky as her eyes met Loki’s, and his singing the words of a long-lost and nearly forgotten home pierced her heart and soul.
‘On mountains darkened by the storms,’ he sang, full of heart, in the haunting language only they on this accursed moon understood.
‘I’m wandering alone.’
He leaned on the bar - their gazes had only met for a moment and now he lowered his modestly, and like a reflex Sylvie understood. He felt the same way. He couldn’t reconcile those feelings. Of course he did, of course he couldn’t. The connection between them seemed to run like the finest of threads, exquisitely sensitive to pulling from either end. Sylvie pulled the thread. She kept her eyes locked on Loki’s down-turned ones. He sensed the invisible action. His eyes rose to meet hers and stayed there.
‘Over glaciers I’m pushing on...’ Loki continued and pain reverberated between the two - the pain of the forever misunderstood sailors without a destination, who lived only by the code: ‘Mischief, thou art afoot. Take what course thou wilt!’.
Loki’s chin tilted upwards almost imperceptibly and Sylvie instinctively mirrored him.
‘The fair maiden is in the apple orchard...’ - his voice was softer now and suddenly the world seemed to shrink to just the two of them, and an intense heat, fire on fire, kindled between them. Loki seemed almost steadied by the influence of the alcohol, releasing his inhibitions, but Sylvie couldn’t help raise her eyebrows the smallest bit as she realised the potency of that fire.
‘And she’s singing…’ He was not as immune to the fire as Sylvie had suspected, rendered near breathless. Yet the ending to the verse was poignantly beautiful and clear:
‘When will you come home?’
Through the glass roof of the train to the end of the world, the sun of this unknown galaxy streamed onto Loki’s face, the purple vapors of the air lighting his ethereal features with a lilac glow and causing the tears in his sea-green eyes to shine ever so slightly. Sylvie’s tears were rendered invisible in the shadows of the alcove she was watching him from - but they were no less real.
This was not lust, Sylvie realized, again with one of those bizarrely calm flashes of intuition. Lust was angry and ran in a straight line - some dry and humorless part of Sylvie’s mind pulled up the image of the linear, unchanging path of destiny that the timekeepers declared as divine.
‘Love is hate.’
Lust was duplicitous and not to trust and everything that Sylvie and Loki had perceived themselves to be their entire lives. Everything that the timekeepers wanted them to be.
‘Nothing ever…’
‘Real.’
‘Hmm.’
‘Love is mischief.’
There would be time, Sylvie realized, as she slowly rose from her seat and made her way over to Loki, for argument and turmoil. There would be time, she realized, as he blathered on, in his hedonistic, utterly charming way about snacks and figgy ports, for conflict and courage. There would be time, she realized, as she moved closer to his scent of sweat and warmth and he to hers of leather and pine, for revelations and ultimatums. There would be time for the end of one world and the beginning of the next, for twists and turns and there would be time for chaos. Oh, there would always be time for chaos.
‘Love is a dagger.
It’s a weapon to be wielded far away or up close.
You can see yourself in it.
It’s beautiful until it makes you bleed.
But ultimately when you reach for it…
It isn’t real.’
And as the universe contracted down to Loki’s large, soft hand ever-so-gently tilting her chin up to his own, as his eyes held hers, in that split second Sylvie realized that this was love - for the first time in their lives, this was trust. Whatever either of them had thought up until now, love and trust were possible and they were real.
‘We write our own destiny now.’ Loki murmured as his lips collided with hers, her hands threaded through his curls and his through hers, they molded their bodies into one another and they reveled in the chaos they had made.
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loki: you can’t enchant me, my mind is too strong!!!!
*ten minutes later*
loki: WHEN SHE SING SHE SINGS COME HOMEEE WHO HAS THE FIGGY PORT
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What is love? It can be a simple question to answer, but here it gives Loki a long pause. What is love? He leaves his response open-ended for a while — at least until he’s got a few figgy ports in him.
In Episode 3 of Marvel Studios’ Loki, “Lamentis,” Loki finds himself trapped in an apocalypse with the last person he’d willingly choose: The Variant (The Variant doesn’t want to be called ‘Loki,’ and would prefer the name ‘Sylvie’). At first, that’s the beginning and end of information Sylvie is willing to divulge to Loki, but as the two trek across the crumbling moon in hopes of finding a way off of it, more information comes out. Loki, being Loki, is game to spill just about everything, while Sylvie is a little more reserved. As the two banter back and forth, and trade Loki-adjacent stories, eventually it comes to: What is love?
At first, Sylvie suggests that “love is hate,” then wonders maybe it’s just mischief? Loki, meanwhile, can’t come up with anything until he’s had another drink to figure it out and then it hits him.
“Love is a dagger,” Loki elegantly explains to Sylvie, “It’s a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it. It’s beautiful until it makes you bleed. But ultimately, when you reach for it….”
“It isn’t real,” Sylvie finishes. She’s not completely convinced, however. “Love is an imaginary dagger? Terrible metaphor.”
Even Tom Hiddleston agrees it’s a pretty bad comparison to make. “It's one of those things that Loki comes up with spontaneously,” he tells Marvel.com. “They were having a talk about love and trusting other people, and not being able to either love or trust for whatever reason, and Loki thinks he's come up with something profound.”
📷
But in fairness to Loki, this “imaginary dagger” has honestly been his experience in his relationships so far, with Hiddleston continuing that, up until this point, this “is Loki's experience of love, I suppose. He certainly feels like it's not been something he's been close to. It has been some sort of illusion that he has trusted and been let down by.”
Surprisingly, the line actually does have a romantic bent to it, as head writer Michael Waldron was busy working on the episode just before his own nuptials.“I wrote that really, really quick,” Waldron explains. “I remember I was revising Episode 3 in the two weeks leading up to my wedding. It’s interesting because that's probably the most romantic episode. At that point, Loki is a little bit drunk. That freed me up, where it was just like, ‘Don't think too hard about it,’ which is sort of my first thought that Loki would think here.”
Doesn’t exactly make sense? For Loki, it doesn’t need to make sense for him to be convincing with it, and Waldron relied on that. “I just ran with it, ‘Love is a dagger,’” shares Waldron. “And fortunately, like many of Loki's metaphors, it almost works.”
Loki’s half-baked explanation of his reasoning also gives viewers a glimpse into Sylvie and how she’s not just about to buy what he’s selling.
“It’s a chance for Sylvie to burst the bubble of Loki's pomposity,” Hiddleston says with a laugh. “He's always coming up with things that he thinks are profound, but actually, they're not particularly profound.”
What will Loki come up with next? There are more tricks to come in Loki, now streaming exclusively on Disney+.
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[This article contains spoilers for 'Loki' episode 3. Read at your own risk]
What is love? It can be a simple question to answer, but here it gives Loki a long pause. What is love? He leaves his response open-ended for a while — at least until he’s got a few figgy ports in him.
In Episode 3 of Marvel Studios’ Loki, “Lamentis,” Loki finds himself trapped in an apocalypse with the last person he’d willingly choose: The Variant (The Variant doesn’t want to be called ‘Loki,’ and would prefer the name ‘Sylvie’). At first, that’s the beginning and end of information Sylvie is willing to divulge to Loki, but as the two trek across the crumbling moon in hopes of finding a way off of it, more information comes out. Loki, being Loki, is game to spill just about everything, while Sylvie is a little more reserved. As the two banter back and forth, and trade Loki-adjacent stories, eventually it comes to: What is love?
At first, Sylvie suggests that “love is hate,” then wonders maybe it’s just mischief? Loki, meanwhile, can’t come up with anything until he’s had another drink to figure it out and then it hits him.
“Love is a dagger,” Loki elegantly explains to Sylvie, “It’s a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it. It’s beautiful until it makes you bleed. But ultimately, when you reach for it….”
“It isn’t real,” Sylvie finishes. She’s not completely convinced, however. “Love is an imaginary dagger? Terrible metaphor.”
Even Tom Hiddleston agrees it’s a pretty bad comparison to make. “It's one of those things that Loki comes up with spontaneously,” he tells Marvel.com. “They were having a talk about love and trusting other people, and not being able to either love or trust for whatever reason, and Loki thinks he's come up with something profound.”
But in fairness to Loki, this “imaginary dagger” has honestly been his experience in his relationships so far, with Hiddleston continuing that, up until this point, this “is Loki's experience of love, I suppose. He certainly feels like it's not been something he's been close to. It has been some sort of illusion that he has trusted and been let down by.”
Surprisingly, the line actually does have a romantic bent to it, as head writer Michael Waldron was busy working on the episode just before his own nuptials.
“I wrote that really, really quick,” Waldron explains. “I remember I was revising Episode 3 in the two weeks leading up to my wedding. It’s interesting because that's probably the most romantic episode. At that point, Loki is a little bit drunk. That freed me up, where it was just like, ‘Don't think too hard about it,’ which is sort of my first thought that Loki would think here.”
Doesn’t exactly make sense? For Loki, it doesn’t need to make sense for him to be convincing with it, and Waldron relied on that. “I just ran with it, ‘Love is a dagger,’” shares Waldron. “And fortunately, like many of Loki's metaphors, it almost works.”
Loki’s half-baked explanation of his reasoning also gives viewers a glimpse into Sylvie and how she’s not just about to buy what he’s selling.
“It’s a chance for Sylvie to burst the bubble of Loki's pomposity,” Hiddleston says with a laugh. “He's always coming up with things that he thinks are profound, but actually, they're not particularly profound.”
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Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: Loki (TV 2021)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Loki/Sylvie (Loki TV)
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sylvie (Loki TV)
Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Separation, Reunion, i'm going down with this ship, Songfic, This pairs particularly well with a figgy port
Summary:
What's the point in having a multiverse of free will to play havoc in if you have to go through it alone?
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*looks around at fellow spn fandom sinking quickly (not quickly enough)*
If anyone wants to hop in this escape ship, I’m headed to the Loki fandom. I hear it pairs well with the Figgy Port.
#you’ll just have to take my word for it#destiel#supernatural#castiel#dean winchester#jensen ackles#Loki#loki laufeyson
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Hello j and or adams!
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How are y’all?
LMAO I'm in the best/worst possible mood to answer this question right now! Okay so J's bday is coming up AND our 7-year anniversary (WTF?!) is ALSO coming up both within the next week. So he knows I love tawny port so he bought some for me since Episode 3 of Loki mentioned Figgy Port (and I'm "VERY full" like he was in that scene so, like, appropriate? Or something?) and it's Very Warm climate-wise over here so... Alright. So we're debating an anniversary dinner and I know he's been very excited about his gardening, especially his hot peppers, so we just bought some seeds for his upcoming birthday! (I love watching him garden! I'm enjoying some tomatoes he grew right now, actually! <3) Also, this Loki series has allowed a LOT of personal conversations about sexuality, gender identity/expression, etc. and while I'm hesitant to broadcast certain thoughts & feelings that are still being discussed & explored, I just want to say that Representation Matters. Okay now back to my port but also how are YOU?! Life's a mess & everything is chaos, how are you holding up???
-Addams
Doing good, actually! Not to be all "ungh me caveman grow seeds!" but I'm really looking forward to the pepper seeds we just bought today (white ghost, chocolate scorpion, 7 pot caramels, scotch bonnets, buena mulatas, habanada sweets, fish peppers, filius blues, jigsaws, and black Hungarian peppers) as well as all the herbs, spices, and veggies we've got growing in the garden right now. Don't forget to take a little "me time" in whatever you enjoy doing (gardening, cooking, crafting, whatever) and take solace in the small tasks you enjoy doing. Thank you for asking! How are you?
-J
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//"Love is like a dagger? My darling, I certainly *hope* not." Sigyn steps forward, embracing her husband around the chest, which is about the highest point on him she can reach. <3333333333333333333333333333 (sigyns-haven)
"My love, you cannot blame me for what I say drunk on figgy port," Loki counters, looking way, way down at his wife.
#ic#perhaps further proof Logyn takes place after the series? idk)#ship: constantmischief#sigynshaven
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Help them to not be thrown off the train
Bold of you to assume I won’t be piss drunk from a round of whatever the fuck figgy port is.
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