#smartest queue there is

[katebeckets]

how to say "I love you" in x-files [171/?] ⤷ 3.12 — “War of the Coprophages”

[d-lanx]

[gloryseized]

@4themerald liked to get a starter! (forever ago I am so sorry about that)

Mimir blinked nonplussed at the warrior before him. The resistance to Odin's rule in Vanahiem and been fractured. Of course there had been the general feelings of the populace to oppose whatever actions Odin's forces tried to put in place, but the Asgardian's craftiness made any true organization to the rebel efforts challenging. That was until Freya arrived with Kratos in tow to finally begin loosening Odin's hold.

After that, it was one pitched battle after another, the rebels gaining ground until finally Odin was pushed out of the realm, the rebels only gaining support and allies as the fight continued. Now that Vanahiem was finally free, they were assembling for the next goal, taking the fight to Asgard itself.

Mimir had been settled with the task of assessing the troops, which mostly meant acting as a glorified secretary. He might not be able to do much in the way of writing, but he could interview the former rebels and determine where they might best serve the ongoing efforts. Which meant he found himself studying the rather odd person before him.

He had the look of a warrior at least. "And I'm understanding you wish to join the fight in Asgard?" Mimir asked. It was a preliminary question, but he had to start somewhere. "Where do you skills best lie?"

[countlessrealities]

@hclluvahctel ~ Rick Prime & Alastor for the Valentine's starter call

The moment Rick steps through the portal, he instantly gets the feeling that something is different about his surroundings. The city is littered with creepy heart-themed decorations, some real hearts and what looked like a demonic version of a cherub.

All in all, it feels like a mockery of...something, but he can't figure out of what.

After a few minutes of puzzlement, he decides to dismiss it, but not before having stopped by one of the shops, to purchase a box of chocolates, filled with both liquor and blood. He's paying his friend a visit, it's good manners not to show up empty handed.

By the time he's waltzing through the main door of the Hotel, the confusion has left his mind...just to pour all over him once again as he sees the much more cheerful, happier hearts and clouds and fluffy stuff that fills the main hall.

"Hey, what the fuck is with all the...heart-y things around her?" Is the first thing he says when he finds Alastor sitting on the balcony, drinking tea. "Is it a local festival or something?"

He lets himself fall in the chair across from the demon, pushing the gift towards him before slouching in his seat, looking like he owns the place himself.

[ofspaceandearth]

Tag drop!

[daftladsmoved]

@eternityafraid 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 i love when you stare at me.

it's news to him. kem balks like a startled horse, thick brows slamming over bloodshot eyes. probably needs to blink more often. "what." he'll deny it to his last breath, even as he's caught in the act. "i'm not staring. just... watching." to him, there's a distinct difference, something not so primal about it this way. less predatory, less like he's waiting for the inevitable exposure of their throat. he isn't hungry around addie, and that in and of itself is a peace he's wearing heavy, too warm for him, restless. kem's jaw clenches as he looks away, but it's a meaningless reprieve. he looks back again just as quickly, like a bad habit. "you keep doing things."

[outoftheirdifferences]

@variantia / continued from (x) because new editor ^^

She could have been offended at his amusement; but at the gentle scratch behind her ear, Annette just couldn't stay upset, not even at herself. It felt so good; for all his earlier talk of cats, he certainly knew how to treat a dog too; her short, stubby tail swished back and forth as if it was a flag in a strong wind.

Still, she couldn't resist getting a word in.

"Well, of course. Mom taught all of us well... or, most of us. Scamp never got the message, somehow."

Neither did Danielle sometimes, but she at least tried to imitate her older sisters as often as not; in contrast, Scamp was just a ball of chaos who couldn't care less what anyone thought of him, and Annette tutted to herself just a bit even at only the memory. How he was related to her was honestly quite beyond the girl.

The silence that fell for a moment made her easily able to pick up on the man's whispered confiding in her. The idea that he wasn't truly a human was definitely new... but at this point, Annette wasn't sure she could question it. Especially when he raised a hand and at the exact same moment she felt an unexpected breeze lift her fur ever so slightly. She was sure he couldn't have caused that... but all the same, it was hard to be sceptical when he had already done the seemingly impossible of understanding her...

Time for such concerns later, though; for now, Annette settled to listen to first his explanation and then his music. Brown eyes slid closed, better to absorb the melody; it wasn't quite what she had been expecting, she would admit, different from the music she heard people playing around town sometimes; but she felt the tender stirring of the strings pluck at her heart. She couldn't put a paw on quite what she felt, but the simple loveliness of the music spoke to something within her. She breathed it in; and it was only when the last notes had touched her ears that she looked back up at him.

For a rarity, she didn't speak right away; her eyes shone with a silent emotion that she couldn't quite define, but she didn't quite want to be the one to break the silence of the moment.

[instituteled]

@smallergcd inquired: ❛ Are we actually having a theological conversation here? ❜ (from Radek!)

"Wʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ? Theology isn't much more than an extension of self and one's view of the world, no?"

It doesn't matter what things exist or what do not: it's always an interpretation. Gods, eldritch beings and all in between have in common that even if one knows, unphantomably, that they exist (or believes hard enough that it comes down to the same thing), one cannot ever conceive fully what they want. If they want anything at all. It's all interpretation through personality, through being raised, through what others tell one, through experiences. But it's all filtered so many times. Even someone such as himself, who's whole idea is to know things that no human being (or similar) should can only guess in such cases.

"It doesn't really make a difference what kind of 'higher beings' exist. Or how many. Not in the sense people act on it. They can justify everything with doing it in service of that, or despite of it, and fully believe in it, but nobody can tell if it actually is. It's like a worm trying to perceive and act according to you, or me, or anyone. The scales are all of. But I'd assume you know a thing or two about trying to achieve something like that?"

[katebeckets]

how to say "I love you" in x-files [196/?] ⤷ 4.03 — “Teliko”

[gloryseized]

Leaning against the table where his former mentor sat for the moment. The young smith relaxed listening to his story of how he came to meet Kratos and Aterus on the mountain. "So I suppose you could say since you've met you've been attached at the hip." He snickers trying to suppress the fit of laughter behind his smile. (For mimir)

Mimir's smile was wry, a jagged cut cross against his mouth as he looked at his former pupil from the corner of his eye. "You could say that," he drawled. "And it's the best view for the arrangement as far as I can tell."

They experimented with other positions for his person, or rather his head, and although it's not especially dignified to be on the god of war's backside constantly, it's better than having to see all the bloodshed the god gets up to, or an up-close-and-personal examination of his more, ah, godly bits.

[countlessrealities]

Technical machine character development questions || Accepting !

@dynamoprotocol sent: whirlwind — what’s one thing that makes your muse really confused? (Rick)

There aren't many things Rick can't wrap his head around. Between his exceptional intelligence and how single-minded he can get when he decides that he wants to do something, he has been able to crack the most complicated conundrums of the universe. Even some of the ones who were supposed to have no solution.

Yet, for all his genius, there are still things that manage to confuse him, and the often are ones that most people find quite simple to grasp, if not straight out obvious. Ways of saying and certain grammar rules are an example, but there's more.

Something that almost never fails to confuse Rick, at least to some extent, are units of measurement. Having travelled around the multiverse so much, he has worked with different species and different versions of the same species across galaxies and dimensions. Just as for languages, the way they measure things are different every time and in every place. Considering this, it's understandable why has troubles remembering how many centimetres make a metre, or that there's another unit between kilograms and tons, or what water's boiling point in both Celsius and Fahrenheits. At times he even use the wrong unit (for example litres instead of kilos).

Rick might be the smartest man of the universe, but memory isn't exactly his strong suit.

However, since he hates being called out on his mistakes, especially the most stupid ones, he has coded and uploaded in his cybernetic eye a little program that gives him the right answer every time he has to deal with units of measurement. These days, he mostly uses it for Earthen ones, but the database contains all the types he has encountered during his forty years of adventuring and dimension hopping.

In spite of that, you can still catch him messing up, especially when he's in the middle of a rant or drunk off his ass.

Unbeknown to him, Morty is very much aware of this little issue and, having learnt the hard way that making fun of Rick leads to nothing useful or pleasant, he has taken up to correct the mistakes the scientist makes in his notes or database behind his back. The last thing he wants is to get pulverised or worse because Rick has confused seconds with volts.

[outoftheirdifferences]

That was quite the question, wasn't it?

"Well... yes and no. A vet is a human who checks us over to make sure that we're not sick. Which is great in theory, but being poked and prodded all over is no-one's idea of a comfortable time."

She did get it; humans didn't understand their voices, couldn't be expected to recognise when one of the tried to say that they were feeling unwell, so they had to find other ways of working that out. Still made it an unpleasant - and, moreover, undignified - experience all around... though for none of them as much as for Scamp, with how determinedly he fought back.

A light hum was on her lips, however, when the rabbit confirmed that his family wouldn't usually come here. That was good, it meant this was likely a one-time thing and that Jim Dear wouldn't have to protect his garden from any more persistent threat than Scamp's rampages. But he had been chased here by...

"Excuse me, what's an... Efrafra?"

She pronounced the unfamiliar word carefully, inquisitiveness furrowing her brows. It had to be something living to have chased the rabbits, didn't it? A kind of countryside predator that she hadn't heard of, perhaps? She didn't know very much beyond the boundaries of the town, after all...

Maybe it wasn't any of her business. But he had brought it up.

Pipkin waited patiently for his answer, noticing that there was still some slight suspicion in the air. It was understandable. After all, he did cross a line in regards to her humans. From what little the young rabbit knows, dogs and cats hold their responsibilities with fierce loyalty and dedication. It made him wonder why - everyone always said to stay away from humans but why are dogs and cats always around them? They don’t seem to live in fear around them.

Another reason why he could not blame her for it was because rabbits are masters at trickery - they had to be if they wanted to survive out there. Although he still lacks a bit of experience and didn’t wish to cause more trouble than necessary. Especially not on his own. If the situation could be solved by talking, that is fine. No need to run or use trickery. She did not seem like a threat and it was him who intruded into her territory, after all.

So one of them is. An unnerving thought and all the more reason to be grateful that she did not bark up the place. His ears perk up, nose giving a little twitch - mostly to sniff and hear how nearby they might be. They were not outside of the house at least but that does not mean he should let his guard down. Rabbits need to be on alert. If a human were to suddenly walking by...well. Maybe they would use a gun. Maybe they would stick him in a cage. Maybe something even more terrifying like the story Holly once told.

So perhaps he should not be sitting here and talk, but can you blame him? This is the first time he ended up in a conversation with a dog - and he genuinely is thankful that she did not alert her humans. If she wanted to chase then the spaniel could have done so already. If he returns home he is certain the others won't believe him or think he has lost his mind.

“Oh … I don’t know what a vet is. Is it something bad?“

Judging by the scornful expression it might not be anything good.

As for her own question, Pipkin caught on that she likely was worried for more rabbits appearing. So he quickly shook his head.

“This usually isn’t an area we visit. Our home is a bit further away."

Best to get that out of the way so that she didn't need to worry.

"We were on our way to visit another warren but the Efrafra found us so we were scattered in different directions. Before I knew it, I was near human dens."

All that mattered was escaping before he got kidnapped by them again. And because of all the running, he went hungry.

"They didn't follow where humans are at least - I was hiding here. I was hoping someone would eventually pick up the scent. I am not ... familiar with man made places."

[gatitties]

hi so can you do a fic where The straw hats thought we died but when they retuned to scabaody we also come back?

Like the straw hats are like

WAIT YOUR NOT DEAD? HUH

─Strawhats x reader

─Summary: Everything seems to fall apart before their eyes when you die, only to find out that you were enjoying yourself in Sabaody and not in your grave.

─Warnings: none

lmao this was fun to write for no reason 😭🤌🏻

The loss of a loved one is a difficult battle, everyone on this crew has experienced at least one death of a family member or someone close to them to call them family, they hoped that pain would not damage their hearts again, unfortunately, you shattered their hearts when they found your limp body on Sky Island when you decided to go your own way.

With their hearts in their throats and their eyes red, they had to say goodbye to you bitterly, burying your body in a cluster of soft clouds, they were silent for a minute until Luffy was the first to give the signal to leave, he knew you would have liked that they were not so sad and that their adventures had not yet ended like yours.

They lamented your lack of presence, you always made everything a little more enjoyable with your nonsense, you managed to fit in perfectly with each of them and although you were not the smartest, most cunning or powerful on the team, they did not expect your early departure.

It was when they arrived at Sabaody for the first time that they thought they were going crazy, thinking that they had gotten over your loss, someone strangely like you seemed to be hanging around that island.

Luffy could clearly see how you were riding some attractions, Nami was confused when she saw you trip over a huge root, Chopper thought that the smell of disinfectant had made him hallucinate and see you eating cotton candy, Usopp simply thought he saw a ghost, Brook thought you came back from the dead to exact revenge when he saw you beating up a couple of guys who seemed to bother you, Franky could only catch your laugh, but it was so similar that he thought his brain was playing tricks on him, Zoro and Sanji bumped into you, but neither you nor they were paying attention as something bigger was catching everyone's attention and practically everyone was jostling each other.

While, oblivious to all the suffering, pain and coping that your companions had to do, you woke up buried in clouds a while ago, managing to get down and reach Sabaody miraculously like a stowaway on another pirate ship, you had planned to look for them and scold them a little for thinking you were dead, but your plans were thwarted when you found the island too much interesting, well, you had been 'dead' for a while, it was okay if you enjoyed a little time at the attractions before looking for your companions.

The thing is that you got so distracted and forgot to find them, if it weren't for the fact that, coincidentally, Jinbe ─who you didn't know since you didn't get to know him─ recognized you from the brief conversations they had with him about you, he was waiting in the queue to buy something and you were just behind, you started a chat to kill time.

"You look terribly like a person who died in the crew I'm part of now, I mean, because of the descriptions they made."

"Oh…"

The blood on your face disappeared at his words, remembering now that you had a crew to return to, and that in fact you were that supposedly dead person, you laughed nervously, wanting to resume your search, although there was no need.

"Hey, Jinbe, here! We were looking for you."

You blinked like an owl as you saw Luffy greet him with his characteristic smile, calming down as you saw the others walking a little further behind calmly, you smiled fondly when you saw them, making eye contact for a second with your captain as you sipped the drink you had gotten before, he casually greeted you by saying your name and you waved back, focused on finishing your drink.

"Wait a moment, you…" he narrowed his eyes looking at you again, drawing the attention of the others "Are you the twin of our dead comrade!?"

You choked on your own drink, Chopper patting you on the back.

"No uh- in fact it's me, the original, only and loved-"

"WEREN'T YOU DEAD!?"

You covered your ears when you heard Nami's scream, your tongue went dry and your body seemed to get smaller when you saw her gaze, everyone had different emotions reflected ─Luffy and Zoro were still a little confused because they really thought you have a twin─ but Nami was the most furious, she started hitting and pushing you.

"GIVE ME BACK THE TEARS I SHED FOR YOU!"

"AW, OH, SORRY!? YOU LEFT ME FOR DEAD!"

You ran in circles avoiding the navigator, protecting your head from her light blows while you apologized for not having warned that you 'rose from the dead'.

"Well, who knows, maybe it's a zombie."

"Robin, you're not helping me."

You whimpered, hiding behind Sanji and Franky, waiting for Nami to calm down, it wasn't a reunion like you planned ─you didn't plan anything─ but everyone felt a little relieved, leaving behind the bitterness of losing a partner and enjoying your company now that you were with them again.

[coquettetoji]

{⭐️} TOJI FUSHIGURO MOODBOARD

★ general toji hcs ★

— QUEUE WEST COAST BY LANA DEL REY

— let’s just pretend in this world he doesn’t have a son to actually care for yk.

— biggest beefiest juiciest (ok i’m exaggerating) but holy shit this guy is huge. i’m talking mma boxer huge, he takes great pride in his physic. and is guilty of being a gym rat.

— cockiest mf ever but in a hot way, he does that cheek tongue thing unintentionally and omlllllll

— toji definitely wasn’t the smartest in school, neither math smart, science smart or reading smart. he fucked most of his teachers but i mean he passed?

— although he wasn’t very academically smart, his skill in business and negotiating led to him earning a high position for a large financial group. drugs like hand over that amex????

— drives a motorcycle, i’m thinking ducati, as a hobby. 😏😏

— smokes cigarettes and drinks, his fav is hennessy, but other than that he’s a clean man

— was an emo in highschool, we don’t talk about that though. and neither does he.

— multitudes of tattoos across his body, mainly on his chest and arms though.

— his dream job as a highschooler was to open a tattoo parlor. he was surprisingly a good artist when it came to sketches.

— silver chains and silver jewelry, he’s pale so his complexion matches the colors better.

— sarcastic humor that would make kids cry. this guy treats everyone the same as if they’ll understand his humor and that makes him not so great around kids

— has a soft spot for cats, really wants to have a kitten but won’t ever commit to it/taking care of it

— has every single dating app downloaded not to date but just to get validation from everyone who swiped right on him. (gets at minimum 83 swipes per day)

— speaking of, his most used apps on his phone are phone (calls), messages, and instagram to watch his instagram reels 😋

— respectful towards women. although he seems like a d bag he does know how to treat a lady right

— drives a blacked out mercedes benz s class, ofc with tinted windows in case of.. yeah

— the scar running from the middle of his cheek down the side of his lip is from a fight during high school that got violent, he won though don’t worry

— grey/silver/green eyes, with jet black hair. he was genuinely gifted with godly genetics

— when he does smile, his lip corners turn up sharply giving him that joker smile type of look, my legs are wide open

— the most laid back chill guy ever, he doesn’t take life seriously enough for him to actually give a fuck

—6’4. argue with the wall.

— his hands are huge and the veins 😩😩😫😩😫 HEHEHE

— wears black compression shirts or black t shirts with sweat pants all day everyday, it’s his signature look

— he smells a bit like cigarettes and Maison Margiela Replica Jazz Club, just an overall eye rolling back into head type of scent

— makes dad jokes all the time minus the part of him being an actual dad

— played basketball growing up just in his neighborhood, was good enough to go pro but his grades were ass lol

— he listens to these actual underground rock bands that literally no one has heard of or the sports podcast on the radio like a true dad

— kinda behind on everything going on in the world right now, but it’s okay bc we love toji for it regardless

💌 new message from mica ‧₊˚✧

my favorite incoming dilf with a midlife crisis 😫

honestly one of my fav boards yet, i tried so hard to find the perfect resemblance of toji and omg the scar too kinda works perfectly

[glitterjay]

— cute sub psh

⭒ what happens when you find out your sweet and caring boyfriend has a darker side he's been hiding? | mlist!

⭒ sub!sunghoon, afab!reader, begging, denial of orgasm, masturbation (m. receiving), pet names, hoon has a praising kink, suggestive content under cut mdni.

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @defnotfertilizedtoesw

you and sunghoon had been dating ever since your senior year in high school. he was the sweetest, most smartest boy that could ever exist, and honestly, you were just the average normal girl who tried not to fail more than one class.

the relationship was wonderful. he'd always take care of you. your parents were basically in love with him as well, always thanking him for doing what he's doing to protect you in any way. little did you know there were dark thoughts behind that angel facade.

you and sunghoon had agreed on a sleepover at his apartment. his roommate was gone for the weekend, and you both took this as the perfect opportunity to spend time for yourselves. your boyfriend was in the kitchen preparing more snacks and popcorn while you stayed in his bed looking for a show or movie to watch.

the screen showed various opttions, one of them getting your attention almost immediately. the communication between you and sunghoon was probably one of the things that kept it so steady. you guys had talked about being intimate with each other beyond make out sessions, but you never really had the opportunity.

with 50 shades of gray displayed on the screen, an idea ran through your mind. you went through his closet quickly, finding a long white t-shirt that would obviously fit you like a baggy dress. you took your cute sponge bob pajamas (with a small pout since sunghoon was wearing matching patrick star pajamas) but your idea was more important.

you grabbed your phone from the nightstand, connecting it to the small speaker beside the tv and playing the soundtrack from the movie. you laid on your side across the bed, intentionally riding up the shirt so that part of your thigh showed a little. right on queue, sunghoon's footsteps started getting louder and closer.

"hey, baby, have you seen my-"

his words got caught on the back of his thorat. the sight was definitely erotic, and his cock twitching was clear evidence of that.

cute sub! sunghoon who asks you to rub his dick faster and harder.

cute sub! sunghoon who moans loudly when you call him a good boy.

cute sub! sunghoon who is gripping the bedsheets for dear life.

cute sub! sunghoon who feels like cumming every time you praise him.

"b-baby, please please please. 'm so close," he said. his hair was sticking to his forhead, glistening with the sweat that was dripping down. your hands were doing wonders to his cock, and hebwas very vocal about it. "hmgh! im- im gonan cum"

suddenly, your hand stopped moving. resting at the base of his dick. sunghoon's head shot up, tears threatening to fall any second. "no, no, no, no! why! i- i was so close!"

"darling, darling please," he took your hand into his, moving it at a fast pace again. his hips bucked up as he moaned loudly. "i'll pay you back, just please let me cum."

if you were being honest, seeing him in the verge of tears turned you on even more. it was going to be a fun and long night.

© glitterjay | tumblr

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[gloryseized]

Maintaining one's hair had been one of the few lessons he had learned from Mimir as a very small child. Where braids were placed they were usually adorned with meeting. Helping another with their beard was met with great respect and love held for the one helping. In Hiccup's case he had no problem doing such a thing for his once teacher. Listening to Mimir's stories as he weaves new beads in to replace those that have broken or had tarnished with age. "Mimir. You've told me some of these stories before. I'm not that little anymore." he teases. He knew he wasn't as big as other kids his age but height was overrated anyway. Realizing what he had been doing brings a small smile to his freckled features. "Do you remember the first time you let me do this? What a mess that was."

"Well, looks like I'll need to get some new material then," Mimir replied good-naturedly, trying not to move too much as the lad still worked at his beard. A moving target could be hard to handle, even if that moving target was a mouth busy at yammering while someone wanted to working on braiding instead. But Hiccup was patient, both with the work and with Mimir's talking, something which the head endlessly appreciated. It'd been a long time since he'd had such an attentive audience, even if apparently this audience had grown a touch bored with his tales.

But his expression softens as his gaze grows vague, reaching back in his memories to recall such a moment. "Aye, I do, lad. Had a bit more hair then on the top, if I recall, which almost certainly added to the mess," he said, smile growing on his lips. "I can't say that your handiwork hastens the departure of my fine head of hair, but it certainly didn't help it," he added, clearly teasing.