#i'll watch it later

[simphornies]

A/N: I've never watched Pirates of the Caribbean but this scene is so intense, it was honestly fun to write. Enjoy this Husk x Reader request!

Word count: 976 Warnings: violence duh, a lot of killing, that's about it

Marry Me! Now! [ Husk x F!Reader ]

It was chaos amidst the ambush. You were fighting for your life on the ship. Your energy didn’t falter one bit as adrenaline rushed through your veins. Husk fought on the opposite side of the ship. He was worried, panicked, as he searched for you in the bloodshed. The angels were unrelenting and though he knew you could hold out on your own, he couldn’t help but worry when he lost sight of you. The moment he saw you, he made his way over, slashing every enemy on his way.

You swung and decapitated another angel, unaware of the one behind you. You turned and saw the sword coming down but before any damage could be done, the angel fell at your feet thanks to Husk’s cards. You looked at where the card came from and it was Husk, covered in golden blood. “Y/N!” He grabbed your wrist, pulling you close to him as he slashed yet another angel behind you. You looked at him bewildered, your hair drenched in golden blood, “Will you marry me?”

You blinked at him. Confused, shocked, honored, and flustered. You strike another angel that came from the side, killing it in one swing. “I don’t think now’s the best time for this, Husk.” You screamed as you ducked, dodging a sword that came for your head and slicing at the angel’s chest before stabbing it in the neck.

“If I don’t ask you now, I don’t know when I’ll ever get-” He grunted as he threw his explosive dice into an angel’s head before tossing it towards another wave of angels, blowing them all up instantly. “-another chance!”

You ran up to him, out of breath but still full of energy. He looked you in the eyes, “I love you.” He said softly. You could melt into his arms right then and there but now is not the time for that. Your head turned to another angel trying to attack one of Sir Pentious’ egg bois, slicing it down to protect him. Husk continued to fight alongside you, covering your blind spots as you did his. Everyone in the hotel is giving it their all for this war and with the cannibals’ help, you’re certain you all would be dead by now. Husk pulls your arm into him again. “I’ve made my choice. What’s yours?” His voice was stern this time, looking at you with confidence.

You nodded your head and yelled, “Lucifer!” You looked up at Hell’s king, “Lucifer! Marry us!”

Lucifer was currently dodging Adam’s attacks but he had some time to turn to look at the two of you down below, “I’m a little bit busy at the moment!” He yelled out, throwing Adam into the Hazbin Hotel’s marquee.

You and Husk continue to fend off the attack, protecting the other hotel staff together. Husk tuts and looks back up, “Lucifer now!”

Lucifer groans and throws Adam down onto the ground, temporarily disabling him from attacking. “Goodness! We’re in a rush. Alright, alright.” He says, flying towards the two of you, getting rid of any angel that blocked his path. “Dearly beloved!” He announced, catching the attention of everyone around you, “We’re gathered here today to celebrate the union of Y/N and Husk despite the-” He easily dodges a beam from Adam, who is now slowly recovering energy to start fighting again. “-circumstances.” He groaned at Adam’s second attempt at shooting him, “Be right back! Do your vows!” He flew over to land a couple more hits on Adam.

Husk throws his dice at angels flying down towards the two of you while you slice down the ones on the ground. “Will you accept me to be your husband, Y/N?” Husk spoke.

“Fuck off!” You yelled at an angel, stabbing it all the way through its chest and skewering one more in one swift movement, “Yes, I do!” You smiled at him.

“Great!” Husk smiled at you back. The two of you dodge another angel’s attempt to slice off both of your heads and the two of you stab it, throwing its corpse aside. You locked hands with him, using him to swing yourself around to get the angel behind him.

“Husk, will you take me as your wife?” You yelled, killing another angel. The two of you spun around, killing all angels that came in your way that rudely interrupted the ceremony.

“I do.” He grabbed you by the waist with confidence in his eyes as he threw dice behind him, exploding on contact at the angel that flew into it.

Lucifer flies by above you both, slowing down enough for the two of you to hear him say, “As King of Hell, I now pronounce you husband and wife! Congrats! Have a duck!” He smiles, dropping rubber duck versions of yourselves in your hands. “Kiss!”

As soon as you were about to kiss, an angel flew up behind Husk. You stab it quickly and kiss him with all the passion you can muster. The angel’s forces died down and Lucifer had taken down Adam. Husk held you close as you two shared the most passionate kiss Hell had ever seen, especially in these circumstances.

“I love you, idiot.” You smile.

“I love you too, wife.” Husk smiled.

And with that, the extermination was over. There was a brief moment of the staff congratulating you two. Vaggie, though a little confused why now had to be the time he had to ask you to marry him, she was clapping and crying tears of joy. Charlie was ecstatic despite the sadness she felt from losing Sir Pentious.

The entirety of Hell had seen the marriage from Vox streaming the extermination, shocking everyone.

But all that didn’t matter. Now you two were married and all you needed to do was get rings for each other.

[barissoffee]

Wait did something big happen in the mandalorian??? cause whats all this then

[motocorsas]

woke up late and missed the race start 😑

[nakedphany20]

Netflix you da bitch👀💅🏽

I think netflix know my love for Pedro Pascal, just watch this, but first let me end with Gotham 😂

[weak-hero]

also congrats to prema team for winning 4h of barcelona!

[egophiliac]

we were fucking ROBBED

[yawnderu]

CW: mentions of kidnapping and stolen body autonomy.

Find a way in, kill the enemy, retrieve the hostages, leave. A routine of sorts that gave his life some sense of purpose to avoid going insane for the past two decades. Simon liked to believe he got over what happened in his past... truly, he did; and yet Manuel Roba’s horrors seem to haunt him no matter where how many years pass.

“C’mere.” Simon’s voice held no hostility, he made sure of it, yet your stiff position never changed. Legs angled to the right, hands folded on your lap, and eyes looking forward, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze even if it’s been hours since your rescue. Garrick, Price and Johnny have already tried to get you to talk multiple times, all of them with different approaches. 

Garrick was friendly, trying his best to seem approachable, a bright smile on his lips that you didn’t seem to notice, too busy staring at a wall no matter how much he tried to hold a conversation.

Price seemed fatherly, never once laying a hand on you even if it was itching to comfort you, and so he settled with telling you you’re safe now, how no one will ever get you again now that they're here. His words didn’t seem to do much, either. 

Johnny was… something else. His first attempt was a shitty pick up line, getting a reaction out of you for the first time— a nose scrunched up in disgust, but a reaction nonetheless.  

And Simon… Simon’s approach was different. The man was used to barking out orders and obeying them himself, not to deal with an unresponsive hostage. His behemoth frame was nestled next to you, putting a tray on the table and observing your reactions. From the way you swallowed thickly the moment the meal was presented to you, to the sound of your stomach growling. 

“Go on, then.” Your gaze follows his movements for the first time, the feeling of your stomach rumbling makes you more aware of your hunger, so many years being fed nothing but what was necessary to keep you alive by Manuel and his associates, so many years of being trained like a dog to obey to their very order. 

Simon can see the hesitation in your body language, too tense to allow yourself to dig in the way you wanted, yet no longer as stiff as before. There was a sense of relief at the fact that they didn’t seem to want to hurt you —unlike Roba—, yet years of non-stop brutal training can’t be erased within hours.

Roba’s training was engraved into your brain, and while the sense of security the SAS blokes gave you is something you’re thankful for, nothing guarantees they’re not working for him. You’ve seen other military men come and go throughout the years, always Roba’s friends, and always sharing the same disgusting, sadistic desires.

“Eat up.” The rest of the men watch the way you move, curiosity and amusement mixing at how strange your movements seem, almost robotic. Your forearms rest on the table, elbows away from the cheap wood as you attempt to hold your own cutlery— attempt, because it looks fully foreign to you, trying out different angles to make it work, and yet it's the first time in years you've been allowed to try and feed yourself.

Simon is the first one to catch on, having lived under Roba’s rules for long enough to know he enjoys taking people’s autonomy, to reduce them to nothing but a pathetic mess that depends on him. His gloved fingers are gentle as he takes the spoon from your hand, scooping up some food before holding it up to your lips. His full attention is on you, relief starting to make its way into his body as sees your rather soft lips wrap around the spoon, eating whatever he was feeding you. Lucky for you, this time it wasn’t an MRE… or beans on toast.

His gloved thumb wipes the corners of your lips every time you’re done chewing, and he’s quick to pick up more food from the plate, nothing but patience and kindness shown in his actions, so unlike the brooding soldier he's known to be.

“... two goldfish are in a tank…?” Johnny’s loud groan gets your attention for a second, yet you quickly glance back at Simon, curious eyes looking up at him, almost as if asking him to go on. 

“One turns to the other and says… ‘you know how to drive this thing?’” You can see the corners of his eyes crinkle before he even finishes his joke, clearly trying his best not to laugh at just how awful it was. A small smile hides in the corners of your lips, and Simon takes that as a victory, ignoring the questioning looks he’s getting from his team, for now.

[theplantbish]

GUYS!! You can watch Käärijä's next live show from anywhere in the world!!

Käärijä is performing in Helsinki this Saturday, May 20th and you can watch it live online, no matter where in the world you are!

Since it's going to be streamed on the Finnish public radio's (YLE) site, I'm assuming it's free to watch.

Show starts at 8 pm Finnish time at yle.fi/euroviisut

UMK on ig

[notsosecretlyalesbian]

"I'll know I nailed this conference if it takes me a week to get the chlorine smell out of my hair"

Lisa Ann Walter as Melissa Schemmenti and Sheryl Lee Ralph as Barbara Howard in Abbott Elementary | 02×16: Teacher Conference

[gaugedgauntlet]

two very similar guys who have a lot in common!! never let them meet or interact with each other in any way

[royalarchivist]

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Snifferish: The range of like, Christmas sweaters to like, skimpy Santa in these skins, I’m -- look at Scar’s skin!

Phil: [silently losing it] That doesn't leave much to the imagination king.

[ink--theory]

wrong turn

[sunsetandthemoon]

BAD BUDDY (2021) | OUR SKYY 2 (2023)

[gracekraft]

Clone High Season 3 (or Season 2 of the reboot) is out now!

And I'm gonna celebrate with some Kahlopatra~

I storyboarded on a few episodes this season, look for my name in the credits if you check it out! I'm on 1, 5 and 8.

[tishawish]

selfie with the bro(romantic)

[kibblz-n-bitz]

thinking about Cuddling with Zoro.

Early in the morning, you wake up before he does. The sun has barely risen, as indicated by the dusky blue that colored the sky from the view of the cabins porthole. You sigh, desperately trying to fall back asleep. It doesn't work.

So, instead, you settle in your boyfriend's arms. He's curled around you, your back pressed to his chest, his face pressed to the back of your neck. He breathes against your neck. It's warm and it tickles a little bit, you squirm and giggle softly.

When you shift, Zoro's arms tighten a bit around you. You feel a grumble- not unlike a purr- vibrate against your back. He huffs against your neck, and you swear you can feel him nuzzle his face against you.

Roronoa Zoro, the Swordsman and first mate of the Strawhat Pirates.

Roronoa Zoro, who wouldn't hesitate to cut down enemies for the sake of his crew.

Roronoa Zoro, who was currently snuggling into you like some overgrown cat. A smile makes its way onto your face. You lace your fingers with his where his hand is laid gently against your stomach.

Moments like these, where he felt comfortable enough to let his guard down, to squeeze you and bury his face into you. To hold you gently and hum contentedly at the feeling of your body against his. When it was just the two of you. He allowed himself to bask in your warmth.

You feel lips press against the tip of your spine. You weren't sure if he knew you were awake or not, but it didn't matter.