#queue and punishment

[irritablepoe]

we appreciate men with malewife energy in this household

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

wear headphones :)

You know what? This ones like a lootbox, you gotta open it to find out... :)

Guys. I am not lying to you, the request for this one was innocent. He just wanted to do that.

text cannot accurately describe this, but I must try.

Transcription: Fuck. Fuck. *exhales* Shit. mmmm-ohohoho. God ffffffffffffffffuck. Kff-agh. Aghhohoho fuck-God! Hah. Mmh!

The video is over. Go away. Go on. Get outta here.

What do you think there's more video? Oh what, because you can see it in the little seek bar? You just assume there's more content to extrapolate here?

Well, there isn't. Tell you what. Go ahead if you really want more content so bad, you pig. Go ahead and subscribe then. That's the way to see more of it.

Now goodbye! I'm off to suck Minos' c-

*end transcription*

Don't tell anyone but this is actually 2 clips I stuck together.

audio source part 1 - context for the noises

audio source part 2

[incorrectuntamedmodaozushiquotes]

[Modern Day AU, Lecture days, specifically The Untamed] Lan Qiren: Who broke the coffee pot? I’m not mad, I just want to know. Everyone: Jiang Yanli: I did it, I broke it. Lan Qiren: No. No, you didn’t. Wei Wuxian? Wei Wuxian: Don’t look at me, look at Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng: What? I didn’t break it. Wei Wuxian: Huh, that’s weird. How did you even know it was broken? Jiang Cheng: Because it’s standing right in front of us and it’s broken! Wei Wuxian: Suspicious. Jiang Cheng: No, it’s not.  Nie Huaisang: If it matters, probably not, Jin Zixuan was the last one to use it. Jin Zixuan: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap. Nie Huaisang: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Jin Zixuan: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Huaisang! Jiang Yanli: Okay, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it.  Lan Qiren: No! Who broke it?

Jiang Cheng: Teacher? Lan-er-gongzi has been awfully quiet… Lan Wangji: Really? Oh my god! *everyone arguing* Lan Qiren, to the camera: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Lan Qiren: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

[spidey-official]

imagine being called the punisher. like what're you gonna do? put me in time out? lmfao

[1800-l0g4n]

"Why is our Punisher still in spawn??"

[breathing-in-waves]

I don't blame Frank, if I was meeting up with Karen I'd get all dressed up too

[sweeetestcurse]

Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle/The Punisher 02/??

[wardensantoineandevka]

sometimes I look out across the theatre and stage of fandom with my opera glasses and spot someone making angry bitter seething post after angry bitter seething post, and I quietly wonder if they're having fun, like I'm having fun, often the people they're vaguing are having fun, some of us are having fun, many of us even

[yourenotdonefighting]

Always, Forever Running Back to You

Post-01x09, Daredevil: Born Again

Frank knocks once, just once, then steps back and glances down the dim, too-quiet hallway. The place is clean and seems safe enough, but it’s not the kind of hotel that has heightened security or anyone who’d notice if something went sideways. Good thing he’s there.

He braces one hand on the doorframe and ducks his head, his other hand curling around his ribs. Something’s cracked in there, for sure, courtesy of those sorry fucking excuses for cops. Bunch of dumbass fanboys. And he’ll deal with them. Soon. But first Frank needs to see Karen. He has things to get off his chest. 

“Karen, it’s me,” he says, his voice rough but quiet. “Open up. Please?”

The lock clicks almost immediately, and the door opens. She’s standing there barefoot, in jeans and a worn Columbia crewneck sweatshirt, her blonde hair still damp from the shower and twisted into a loose bun at the top of her head. 

Her eyes sweep over him, cataloging every cut and bruise that hadn’t been there the day before. They linger on his face, on his left eye that’s purple and swollen.

“You look like shit,” she says, pushing the door wide and stepping back to let him in. There’s no heat behind the words, just a thread of worry and exhaustion. “Been busy?”

Frank huffs a breath, almost laughing because, that’s the understatement of the fucking century. “Yeah, somethin’ like that.” 

Karen turns on her heel and pads back into the room, leaving him to follow. It’s as close to an invitation as he’s going to get. He steps inside, locking the door behind him, and follows her to where she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, sinking down beside her. His body aches from the inside out, but the mattress dips under their weight, and he relaxes — just a little — for the first time since he answered the phone to find her on the other end.

[irritablepoe]

Louis James Moriarty

my own little louis appreciation post bc i love him so dearly :3

[pin-yao]

[cacospirit]

Brooklyn 99 homage post

Link to the original sketch

//

Strife: you ok there Bellara?

Bellara: Oh I’m fine, I just dropped my spanner… it must be in one of these three boxes, why don’t you pick one?

Strife: …are you trying to Montfort Box Riddle me? This is unbelievable, I don’t need the Montfort Box Riddle ruining my place at work when the Montfort Box Riddle is already ruining my home life! 

Taash: Come one Strife, the riddle stuff isn’t the problem. Dealing with the venatori has just kept you and Emmrich apart, you two just need to bone 

Bellara: eeyuhu

Strife: …what did you say? 

Bellara: *whimpers* don’t say it again 

Taash: I said you two need to bone 

Bellara: mhhnhgft

Strife: How…. dare you Taash of the lords, I am the leader of the veil jumpers! 

Strife: BOONE?!

Strife: What happens in my bedroom is none of your business!

Strife: BOOOOOONE???!

Strife: Don’t ever speak to me like that again 

-

Bellara: why did you do that…? 

Taash: dude was pent up, now he knows. Problem solved

 /the following day/

Bellara: Oh, Strife! I know you don’t want to talk about the Montfort Box Riddle but I did contact an enigmatology professor… 

Strife: No need Bellara, it’s all good 

Bellara: So the fight with Emmrich is over? 

Strife: Yep!

Bellara: Because you understand the riddle?!

Strife: Nope!

Taash: Because you guys…

Strife: Yeeep!

[nexadarling]

Seeing ppl write/draw Vash calling Wolfwood "wolfie" is so funny to me, because i love it so much it's so cute, but i fully think Wolfwood would deck him for that

[da-shrimping-station]

dies

[spotaus]

Ichor's back again! Decided to do some exercises with my silliest traumatized Sans, and the one that ended up sticking was the Cute Outfit doodles!

[yourenotdonefighting]

Do Not Disturb, Pt. 2 of my Frank Castle: Cat Whisperer series.

I couldn't not make this a series. There's just too much opportunity for all the ways Frank is soft for a kitten (and for Karen.) 🥰

She steps through the front door and nudges it closed with her hip, juggling the purse on her shoulder and a takeout bag in her arms. Halfway to the kitchen she stops, her breath catching when she sees Frank asleep on her sofa.

Not just asleep, completely out. One arm is tucked behind his head, boots kicked off and forgotten under the coffee table, the television still on but muted. He looks more relaxed than she’s seen him… maybe ever.

And right in the center of his chest, purring loud enough to be heard from across the room, is the kitten. The tiny orange menace that has, apparently, claimed him completely. 

It’s sprawled on its side, with its back legs stretched out behind it and its paws curled over its face. The kitten’s head is tucked under Frank’s chin, and his big hand rests lightly on its back, rising and falling in tandem with their slow, even breaths.

Karen stands there in the middle of the room feeling gobsmacked by the sheer tenderness of it — Hands made for destruction and the kitten he carries around in them like it’s something precious.

It’s the sweetest thing she’s ever seen.

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