#what's a poor queue to do

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

nnnnniightmarrwrrrr hes so WIFE!!!! i wanna give him a HUG!!!! (i will probably die mid-process)

Nightmare: QUESO Y ARROZ, YOU COULD'VE ASKED FIRST- Nightmare: (LET GO OF ME) CC: *motion blur* CC: ~crunch~ Anon: worth…

QUESO Y ARROZ // CHEESE AND RICE

[therighthandofvengeance]

Ivanova: you have no idea how much self-control it takes to not yell at every single one of my coworkers every hour of every day

[onlyzhuyilong]

Zhu Yilong explains his ritual of leaving Ma Zhe behind after filming had wrapped up.

[tiredassmage]

he's officially escaped containment (dromund kaas)

[deathfavor]

@yeonban said: "that was a life lesson. i learned it the hard way." shalnark's voice is calm yet distant as he recalls the details of his death to kalluto; from kortopi's head in his hands, to the sharp pains felt moments thereafter... to the sensation of blood loss that felt akin to hours despite most likely only lasting a few minutes. he hadn't thought it would be possible for hisoka to revive himself if not gifted with a specialized nen in that regard, and so both he and kortopi had paid the price for the carelessness that came with that thought process.

To any observer, they might be horrified at the words that come from the older, but Kalluto, as one would expect, shows little reaction to the gruesome details that was shared. After all, sometimes there were requests when it came to assassinations, at least in how it would be done. He was no stranger to such details. Yet - this is a new experience. He has not lot anyone close to him before and nor has he been on the receiving side of such news. He created death, not listened to its arrival on swift wings. He had no experience beyond being its herald.

He listens attentively to the insight.

He does not know how to comfort Shalnark. Even if he could, he doesn't know, or rather, he doubts that Shalnark would want such from him no matter how genuine Kalluto's intentions are. His eyes fall to his hands, characteristically silent for a long period of time. ( He is not sure what is worse - Shalnark's numb distance in his voice or that shrillness of his mother's shrieking over matters when she learned of something. )

I'm sorry feels inadequate for the moment. Not to mention, he is plenty aware of the fact that he has nothing to do with it.Shalnark was logical, Kalluto knew saying that might just earn a comment on that fact - or that this was just a lesson for Kalluto to learn from for the sake of the troupe. His hands curl around his war fan, the only sign that reveals his frustration at is inability to help or do something more for Shalnark. He wants to help. He just...doesn't know how. Comfort has never been something prominent in his life.

" I'll keep the lesson in mind. " Kalluto speaks softly, though there's steel even in the quietness. He can't change anything, but he can learn from it so the loss was not all in vain. The youngest of the troupe lifts his head to look towards Shalnark, caught at a loss for what more he can do. What more he should do. " How can I help? " Either with Shalnark, or Hisoka, or something else entirely - he didn't want to be useless or baggage.

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Have you thought that. The sdr2 characters gave up their talent bc they use it for despair while they were brainwashed? Kaz gave up his love of machines

*ending theme of digital circus starts playing*

bruh that would be so sad

Like imagine Teruteru gave up cooking because he also lost his biggest driving force that made him want to to cook in the first place (his mom).

Or Mikan starts to doubt any and all of her medical knowledge because she doesn't trust herself as she did before in treating other peoples wounds and is afraid she'll only hurt them further.

Or Fuyu giving up being a yakuza.

Wait well....actually no that might be a good thing for him. That might be an improvement actually.

[doom-dreaming]

oh i forgor how scary the leadup to the flood reveal is

[quincyhorst]

HE'S IN

VOTE FOR QUERARDO NAVAL!!!! Vote for the lionboyyyyy!!! 🦁

Update without RBing: I've decided to share my Tumblr post, not sure if that'll help or not (I was just tired of all the QRTs dissing Queraldo just because he was winning) ;_; The poll is 50/50 most of the time...

[theminecraftgay]

The golden child and her twin

[honorhearted]

Don’t mind another ask! Himself or André?

Send my muse two ( or more ) names for them to honestly admit which one they like the most and why. / @rhogeminid

"I feel as though I should plead the fifth," Ben replied, incredulous. "On one hand, I like to think I've served my c.ountry well and in due measure, but on the other, André was arguably a man of valor just doing his duty. I could never begrudge him that. There is honor in fighting for what you believe in, and giving your life for that Cause. Still..." He shrugged, looking overhead, "I regrettably did not know him well in the end, and I would like to think my sense of self is not so wholly abysmal as to choose a near-stranger."

[viikingwitch]

why do you hurt ?

this isn't enough for you

the words creep into your head in the dead of night one night and you cannot get rid of them. 'this isn't enough for me anymore'. you thought this was enough for you at some point, or maybe you hoped that it would be, but it isn't, and it hurts. you need to change something, or die trying. this - life like this - does not make life worth living. there is a lump in your throat that demands attention every waking moment of the day. there is pain in your body like a cavernous maw you cannot keep balance over. this is not what you wanted. you need to change. you can't stay here. it is not a character flaw you want more.

Tagged by: stole it from my other blog Tagging: you >:)

[karmaphone]

it's all 'your life is your choice and you can choose to change it at any point' until y'all get to someone in an actual shitty situation and double down or go 'well sucks to be you'

[armatization-a]

Drags hands down face

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

141 + König Where Reader Surprises Them With Tik Tok Leggings

Based on a request from anon- I accidentally posted this from my queue, and I wasn't finished yet🥲

Warnings: swearing, spanking, mild sex references

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Simon Ghost Riley-

You and Simon were headed to the gym for the first time this week, and you thought this was the perfect opportunity to show off the new leggings you bought off of Tik Tok.

Simon held open the door for you, and you made it a point to walk just far enough in front of him, for him to get a glimpse of the pants.

"Those new?" Simon asked, eyeing up your legs for the first time since you put them on.

"Oh yeah, heard about them on Tik Tok. I thought I'd give them a try." You gave him a warm smile before taking off your jacket and hanging it on the treadmill.

Simon's jaw fell slack as he was now able to see fully how the leggings accentuated your backside. "Uh uh, absolutely not."

"What's wrong with them?" You asked, stifling a giggle.

"What's wrong with them? Absolutely nothing, other than the fact that every man, woman, and child will be staring at my wife's ass. An ass, mind you, that's mine and mine alone to look at." He looked around the gym to find, in fact, there were people already looking at you as you climbed on the treadmill.

You were beyond amused at your husband's antics, as it wasn't often you were able to get him riled up. "Si, nobody will look."

"Damn right, nobody will look." He huffed in frustration.

You looked back to retort and couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips when you saw Simon standing guard in front of the treadmill, blocking you from anyone's line of sight.

"My hero." You giggled. "Do you at least like them?"

"Yeah I fuckin' like em." He grunted, clearly upset that he had to share this view with anyone else.

Needless to say, he followed closely behind you the rest of the time you two were at the gym that night.

König-

Poor König. He'd just sat down for a peaceful breakfast and was munching on his bowl of cereal while reading the morning paper when you'd strolled in.

You'd just recently bought those viral tik tok leggings that made your backside more prominent, and you were beyond excited to gauge his reaction to them.

You strolled over to the fridge, making a show of bending down to allow König a full view of your ass.

He glanced up from his paper with a mouthful of cereal when his eyes fell on the leggings. His jaw dropped, sending the contents in his mouth pouring out on the table.

"Good morning, Kö!" You exclaimed cheerfully, whipping around to find his mouth still wide open. "Shouldn't chew with your mouth open. It's not polite."

"M-Morning M-Maus." He stuttered, finally regaining his composure. "Those are...nice."

"You think?" You asked, struggling to keep a straight face.

He nodded his head feverishly, causing you to let out the giggle you'd been holding in.

You walked over to him and grabbed his cheeks playfully before placing a firm kiss on his lips. He pulled away a moment later, his cheeks burning red.

"Could you...could you maybe turn around again?"

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

The minute you saw the tik toks, you knew you had to buy the trending leggings. Your bum had never been the biggest out there, but you'd be lying if you said these leggings didn't make it look like twice its size.

You walked past your boyfriend, who was peacefully watching his show on the couch, playfully swaying your hips as you pretended to dust the TV stand.

"Steamin jesus." Johnny called out as his eyes landed on your ass. "What in the bloody hell are those?"

"Oh, these? Just some leggings I got." You shrugged your shoulders in feigned ignorance as you continued to wipe away the invisible specks of dust.

"Come here. I need to inspect them closer." He waived you over, and you obliged with a soft chuckle.

He placed his hands on either side of your waist and positioned you so your ass was directly in front of his face.

You felt his hands grab at your ass, massaging the flesh there roughly. "Yep, it's confirmed."

"What's confirmed?" You asked in reply.

"That these pants make your ass look fucking amazing, lass." Johnny said as he shifted uncomfortably on the couch. His cock began to strain in his pants the longer he looked at you. "You don't know what they're doing to me."

"Why don't you show me?" You teased.

Johnny stood the second your words left your mouth and threw you over his shoulder, landing a playful smack to your ass. "Oh, I plan to."

John Price-

"Y/N, love, have you seen my..." John stopped dead in his tracks as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. There you were, in your brand new tik tok leggings, your ass looking more voluptuous than usual.

"Your phone? It's on the couch where you left it." You called over your shoulder as you continued to empty the dryer.

He let out a low whistle as he sauntered up to you, landing a firm slap to your ass. He felt his cock hardening in his pants as he watched the flesh jiggle from the impact.

"Forget the phone." His voice was laced with lust, and his eyes didn't leave your backside. "You look delectable."

"Like my new leggings? Got them just for you." You turned once more to throw your husband a sly smile.

"For me, huh? Trying to get my attention, are we?" He asked, pulling your frame against him. You could feel the prominent buldge of his hard on pressing into the small of your back. "It's working."

"Yeah? Figured you may like them." You moaned as he began to press soft kisses to the side of your throat.

"Oh sweetheart, I love em." He said before getting to his knees in front of you.

You braced yourself against the dryer as you felt John tug at your pants, pulling them clean off you in one fluid motion.

You could hear him chuckle darkly behind you. "Shame, think I ripped 'em. I'll have to buy you a new pair."

"DAAAAAMMMNNNNN!" His voice rang out from the kitchen entryway as he immediately caught sight of your leggings.

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

"Babe, I'm home!" Kyle called as he walked through the front door.

"In the kitchen!" You yelled back, unable to control the grin that formed on your lips. You'd just gotten the pair of tik tok leggings you'd been waiting for in the mail today, and were beyond excited for your boyfriend to see them.

"What?" You giggled, watching him practically sprint over to you.

"Those look amazing on you, holy shit babe." Kyle said, bending down to get a better look at your backside. "Go on, give me a spin."

You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled from your chest, as you did as he asked, giving him a slow spin. "You like?"

"Oh babe, I love them. You'd be lucky if I ever let you take them off." The smile that lit Kyle's face was contagious.

"Shame, I was wondering if you wanted to come shower with me." You bit your lip and let your eyes rake his figure before slowly making your way to your shared bathroom.

Kyle quickly ran over to you and pulled your backside against his crotch. "Hmm, we might just have to see if these are waterproof then, won't we?"

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[hxney-lemcn]

imagine getting into a silly argument with Idia and saying "that's it, I want a divorce and I'm taking your gaming accounts with me." At first he would fight back, daring you to try and take his gaming accounts because he's got top cyber security you couldn't even imagine before his words slowly died down, realizing exactly what you said. D-divorce? He doesn't remember you getting married, he swears he'd remember something that big.

Queue a flustered Idia. Poor guy, and now your laughing at him? By the sevens he wishes the ground would open up and sallow him whole. What do you mean you used to joke the same way with your old friends? D-do you really feel that comfortable around him? He's not sure if he should feel honored or embarrassed. If you really wanna call a loser like him you husband he supposes he can't stop you...WAIT DID YOU JUST CALL HIM THAT IN FRONT OF YOUR FRIENDS?!

[adams-angels]

reader and sick adam idk yay

This is perfect because both me and my partner are sick atm and unfortunately for him I'm a total baby when I'm sick. I wrote this one slightly differently?

Also it's a bit short, sorry.. 🧡

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Poor baby

Big baby

Like the biggest baby when he's sick. I'm not kidding.

The slight tickle of a cough and he's at home in bed snuggled up.

Will text lute he's dying again

Won't do anything for himself. Not like he ever did anyway. But now he's extra bad.

"sex will is the best medicine" queue coughing fit.

Extra needy

EXTRA NEEEY

Extra need means extra cuddly too

Also grosser than usual

Will show you his snotty tissue telling you how gross it is while you try not to throw up

Will want to be touching you constantly

If he's not in a position to be cuddling into your chest he will want to hold your hand

Even though he's ill he'll still talk nonstop

Will talk himself to sleep

Loves being babied but will never admit it

"Poor, baby. Poooooor, baby Adam." You coo'ed with a smile, bringing the man some soup. "Shut up..." Adam groans pulling the duvet over his head. You were both sick. In fact, you were sick before him but no, his is much worse. 'Man flu' and all that.

"Oh, don't be like that my love." You pulled the duvet off his face. It was really the only times you'd see him without a mask on. You brushed his hair off his sweaty forehead, he whimpered at your touch. "Poor boy." He scowled, "man. Poor man." Correcting you. "First man." Muttering to himself. You can't help but chuckle.

"Come on. I brought you soup." You place the bowl on his night table. He looks over to the bowl and whines. "Feed meeee." "Seriously, Adam?" "I'm not weeellll..." "I'm not well either you know? You know what you did when I was ill? Got me to suck you off." "But it's meant to heeelllpppp." You stare at him unamused. "Please, y/n?" He knew you'd say yes if he said your name. He'd always call you "babe", "sweet tits", "Adam's Apple" so he'd say your name when he really wanted something. You roll you're eyes. Not really at him. More at yourself for giving in so easily.

You pick the bowl back up and sigh, "fine. Sit up." He did as he told, but if course with small whimpers and whines because in his words "his body is extra sensitive right now." You stirr the soup before bringing the spoon to his mouth. "You're such a baby." You smile softly at him.

Once he's fed his sighs in satisfaction. You blow your nose because, again, you also have this cold. "baaaabe.." you looks over at him in the bed, tucked in, looking all cozy. "Where are you going? Come to bed." You can help but smile and crawl into bed next to him. It takes seconds before Adams arms are wrapped around you, pulling himself into your chest. His wing covering your body as he purred in comfort. "You know, Lute says that you need to take better care of me." "Oh? Really? Because Lute told me that I baby you." He removed his face from your chest, "what?!" His voice cracking. "You- I - she did not!" He burrows himself back into your chest, wrapping his arms around you, tightly holding you in place. You could hear a very muffled "shut up."

You run your fingers through his hair with a smile.

"Poor, baby."

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠