#'Memes; Through The Pearly Gates'

[maopll]

May I request Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, and Diavolo with a confectioner reader?

SWEET TREATS !

| obey me!

⌗:, a/n: first obey me req! I love any ask which has something to do with sweets. thanks for giving diavolo though I love this himbo.

⌗:, warning: fluff only

⌗:, pairings: lucifer, mammon, satan & diavolo w/ gn!confectioner!reader (separately)

,,baking sweets have been running in your family since. your friends, teachers, and neighbours all have complemented that your sweets taste like the celestial realm and...they were not joking,,

LUCIFER was once again overworking himself so to help him get through those stacks of paperwork you prepared some tea and biscuits. you kept those at a place where he could reach.

He was a bit hungry that moment since he had been overworking non-stop so it was like a midnight snack at this point even if the tea had grown cold. Once he tasted those however, he thought 'they taste good' but when he tried to grab for more he was met with empty plate because he basically ravaged the plate without thinking that he had been binge eating. he was going to ask you where you found those biscuits from and he was amazed to hear that you baked those. you truly have some worthy talents thus the reason why you belong in the house of lamentation. he had to admit that those felt like the baked goodies he found in the celestial realm back when he was still an angel. but now that he has you he can always ask you for more. but for rigjt now he is not going to get more cause according to you Beel ate them. you can always make more for your overworked luci :)

MAMMON and you were inside the kitchen while he was talking about the happenings of the week while you were preparing some lunch for everyone because the next day was school. everyone had mostly the same but he had fee sweets because he is your favourite dumb lover

he did see you put some sweets and he had that pikachu meme face. he was BAFFLED hearing that you can bake. WELL that's the very reason why you are his human. Make more for him he loves your cooking he just can't get enough. especially those croissants that you make. Before he really didn't like human world cooking but yours can be an exception. Your cakes, crackers and other baked foods tasted like the ones Michael and Lucifer used to make for him when he was a kid and would always annoy his brother to make more because 'I am hungry!'. You saw how mammon's eyes were a little dazed and heard him chuckle a little. looks like he's remembering those good memories.

DIAVOLO was sitting in his office taking care of the ministrations of devildom at large and the paperwork of RAD. he had been doing it and the heaps of paper just never seem to end and while you did know that he would be working at the very moment thanks to a certain butler. so you gave the cake you made for him and some tea and asked Barbatos to serve it to him because you didn't want to disturb him when he's busy and he would definitely ditch the paperwork to just talk to you

He was still doing his paperwork when Barbatos came with some tea and cake. He thought he had made them so with a simple 'thank you' he had him leaving the room to take care of other works. After a while, when he was finally going to eat those, he felt like he ascended to the heavens. he swore he saw some white pearly gate with trumpets. How did these taste so good? he has had enough of Barbatos's food that he should know their taste by now, so how did these taste so different and so...delicious? on inquiring barbatos, he found out you made it and asked him to serve it to him. Now he was running to his phone just to ask you to come here. he can't thank you enough for giving him foods that give him more energy! he knew it was the right idea to bring you in as the exchange student since you were basically good at everything! Well now since you have shown your talents he will NOT hesitate to shamelessly ask you to bring some more. he loves you <3

SATAN here was making food for asmo because he demanded that one food that was all the rage in devilgram but he didn't get to eat and only Satan was the one who had it. since he knew how it tasted he should be the one to make it right? so here he is baking some raindrop cake

He reluctantly agreed because if he didn't do it he would constantly annoy him and that would just fuel his anger more. so he begrudgingly decided to listen to his whims. He was kinda frustrated because one, he just brought a new book about cats and he has been wanting to read it for so long and two, he can't get this thing in the right shape either and it's just been a hard journey all along. He was thinking of blasting away the kitchen but he held together what little piece he had of his patience and thank god you arrived at the right moment. please help him dude can't figure out anything.

He had been sitting across you while you baked and he gave instructions but he didn't think so you would actually be able to bake that??? he gotta admit he underestimated you and your decorations on top and the taste of it was immaculate. he was craving for more but that was for asmo and he really went ahead and asked without thinking "can I have more" and he was blushing hard because he just spitted out his inner thoughts. he was met with cackles from you but you will always make him some more if he wants all he needs to do is just ask !

[compelledcurator]

This was a meme post, I've somehow lost - Apologies.

@drowninginblox asked; “I just… want to help you.” For Gambit, Scott, or Kurt.

Kurt and Scott aren't my muses, I have all muses listed on my pinned post if you ever wanna check them out :)

" Gambit's gotta do this alone, mon ami " his voice shook as he prepared himself for the fight of his life. He'd have to make this one count if the big guy was watching, maybe he'd get through those pearly gates if this went sideways.

[quiet-kunoichi]

[LAP]

[ surprise! it's some old ass meme || @spikyhairedsilhouette ] She had been there to witness the show. Lingering in the dimly-lit corner of the underground bar, nursing her drink close to her chest. Scintillating stare hardly strayed from his glistening visage, skin pebbled with sweat as he ferociously played the drum set like it owed him something precious or vile, Kimiko couldn't decide. Shikamaru was lost in the music and probably some ludicrous concoction of drugs and alcohol, as per usual. She didn't intend to be seen, tonight. It had been a little over a week since she last saw him, and he seemed less than thrilled that she had picked up and left shortly after their usual bedsheet tryst. It was the horrendous loss she suffered in the ring the following night that kept her away, unwilling to let him see the aftermath— turns out, she was a sore loser.

The original plan was to watch his performance from afar, then take herself back home. It felt too close to groveling to show up at his show expecting some kind of recollision after practically ghosting him last time. Someone more emotionally mature than herself would recognize that an apology was owed. Kimiko, on the other hand, wouldn't even consider waving that white flag of surrender. It's not like they were in any kind of committed relationship, anyway. Whatever they had, it wasn't serious. That mantra failed to sink in as Kimiko found herself stalking through the dispersing crowd, tailing the stag and some whack-ass groupie he plucked from the crowd after the show. If this playboy thought he was going to whet his whistle with just any face-painted clown, he had better come up with some God that would consider forgiving him at the pearly gates. It took some thorough 'convincing', but Kimiko made it back stage without some sycophantic escort to hang onto. Her heavy boot busts the shoddy doorknob lock, and the gnarly scene is revealed. Said groupie couldn't have leaped off of Shikamaru's lap any faster. "Sorry princess, I don’t mean to interrupt your play date." Nevermind the very reason she roughed up the backstage 'security' was to interrupt this revolting rendezvous. Man-spreading on the ratty couch, Shikamaru appears like a disgruntled teenager— effectively cockblocked. A vein in Kimiko's forehead was already throbbing. At the very least, blondie is adept at reading the room. "You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend." And a scary one at that. "That's because—" Excuses already pouring out of his sloppy lipstick-riddled lips. Glossy pink was absolutely not his color. "He doesn't." Kimiko offers the answer he was looking for in the middle of his sentence. '"I didn't tell you anything." "Do you mind if the adults talk?" While Kimiko appears nonplussed, there's a threatening energy surrounding her. The phantom song of a rattlesnake's tail as she approaches, vicious glare zeroed in on her target. The brassy haired blonde thinks wisely to jump out of the way and save her skin. The metal door clicks shut behind her.

She hates how expectant he looks. Like he wasn't just caught entertaining another girl. "Give me one good reason I shouldn’t fucking kick in your teeth right now." It was a rigged game. "Because you wouldn’t want to ruin this pretty face." Arms stretch to their wingspan across the back of the couch, that wily grin of his only stirring her up all the more. "That’s presumptuous of you." "Just an educated guess, considering you were sitting on this pretty face last time."

"Get a grip." The scoff accompanies her signature eyeroll. She’s flustered now, teetering between her anger and something else. "Come on, you just saved me from some groupie hopped up on molly." He knew he was getting through to her, effectively pruning her thorns. "Right, because you really looked like you were kicking and screaming for help." Her tone is mockingly jovial, but her stare is beyond disapproving— closer still to straight-up eviscerating. "And your appearance now makes up for the last couple of weeks..?" That comment hit too close to the bullseye, those once-flattening quills once more poised for defensive strike. She doesn't respond, and the lack of banter is enough of an indicator for Shikamaru to sweep that conversation under the rug. Instead, he reaches through the invisible barrier and clasps her wrist, tugging her forward with the strength of his forearms and landing her in his lap before it went cold. "You’re here now, let’s turn that playdate fantasy into a reality. I'll call you mommy if you call me daddy." "You’re deplorable." Shikamaru knows better than to try and kiss her with another woman's lipstick still marring his mouth. He opts to smear it over the heat of her exposed throat, instead. "And you reek." Naturally, she wasn't finished doling out jabs. Nevertheless, his hands are roaming, undeterred from his goal. Kimiko could feel his dastardly smirk curling into her skin as he hums his reply whilst grazing his teeth over sensitive skin. "You really know how to flatter a man." "Just what concoction of poison are you on tonight?" She needs to feign total composure regardless of how her breath just hitched. "You want some?" Crooning. "I want you—" "That much is obvious." His turn to interrupt her. "—to stop infuriating me." She's holding onto her frustration, or at least she's trying to. He knows that he's wearing down her reserves, he can tell in the way her body starts to give in to the persistence of his ministrations. The weight of her starting to melt further into his lap, her back naturally arching beneath his touch. Despite the venom still trailing her voice, Kimiko was certainly not putting up a fight. Even her hands had begun to find their place on his shoulders, up into his hair. "Listen, Kitten—" Sweet talking his way to the honeypot. He just likes to brandish those submissive pet names against her for a damn thrill. "I won't be stopping anything unless you beg me to." Heavy-lidded eyes stare unabashedly up at his target as her face blooms into a brilliantly pigmented hue. Speechless, but not for long if he has his way. She's going to flay him alive, and he's not ashamed to admit that the mere thought of it arouses his interest. His drum-stick calloused hands have found her backside, boldly plucking the webbing of her fishnets as though it were the strings of an angelic harp.

"So then, what will it be? Are you going to let up on that sour attitude, or should I speed dial a fresh groupie and commit adultery?" The fire in her eyes is exactly what he was hunting for.

[wishingtoflylikeabirdinthesky]

It's not as exciting as it sounds, working at the pearly gates.

Sure, it's satisfying to send the hypocrites and the assholes to hell. And it's nice to see the ones who thought they were beyond redemption walk through into paradise.

So yeah, it has its perks. But not exciting. I mean, after the first million souls or so they all blur together, you know? You never get anything new. Animals all get sent right on through automatically and there's nothing other then humans in our jurisdiction. Oh sure, there's life other then humans. But that's no my department.

I keep tads on humans on my lunch breaks. You're a damn fascinating species, better then anything your "television" puts out. Although The Good Place was a little too relatable, I'll give you guys that.

Anyway, one of my favorite things you guys came up with was the Space Race. I mean, what a nail biter! And it was so tense up until the end. Pity about those Apollo one guys, though. But I heard they got a kick out of watching the moon landing when it did happen.

Course, that sorta died down after a decade or so. Don't know why you guys quit going to the moon.

And then you decided Mars was the place to be and started sending out all those rovers of yours. Not nearly as exiting as going yourselves, but as you all like to say, baby steps.

The rovers were surprisingly fun to watch. For mindless robots, they've got a lot of spunk. So I'd check in every once in while, but mostly I watched Earth. You guys had figured out how to work memes and it was a very amusing thing.

I was half way through a shift when it go here. I have no idea why none of the others I processed mentioned the thing, but death is confusing enough I guess.

It shouldn't have been there. I want to make that clear, by no law of the universe should that thing have had a soul. You humans are where closer to making actual AI then you are sprouting wings. And you never even tried with this! Its job was to collect rocks!

And yet there is was, beeping up at me.

It didn't look like a human soul. Or any other form of life that I had ever seen. It wasn't damaged at all, or even afraid. That was the weirdest thing. You humans are always scared shitless by the time I see you. But this thing wasn't. Even a little. It was just... curious. Like that's all I could feel from it. Pure wonder.

I blinked a bit before flipping through my files, seeing if it was a new species or something. I found nothing, of course. Those idiots over in records never give us anything useful.

So I did the only thing I could do. I asked its name.

Now, you humans have come up with so many ways to say the same thing that I've had to learn a lot of languages to keep up. The newest was binary, which I never expected to actually need.

It came in handy, since that's what the thing answered back in.

01001111 01110000 01110000 01101111 01110010 01110100 01110101 01101110 01101001 01110100 01111001

Opportunity.

I remembered that name. It had popped up in new reports regarding a Mars rover that went out of commission, sending the final message "my battery is low and its getting dark." before dying.

Humanity had cried over it for a solid couple of days. You guys really like personifying objects.

But I had dismissed it as just that. But here it was. Waiting patiently for me to send it On.

I could just opened the gates and sent it through and put from my mind. Make the thing some else's problem.

I didn't.

I stood, crossed in front of my desk, and put out my hand to touch the strange soul.

Opportunity didn't feel human. Nor animal. It felt.... simple. Calm.

I could feel an awearness of the love its chief engineer had felt for it. The pang of missing the workshop back on Earth where it had been built, during long nights on Mars.

It had dreamed. Dreamed of humans making it to Mars and finding it. Of it's engineer taking it home and repairing it. Dreamed of exploring Earth as it had Mars.

I could purpose, and curiosity in its mission. Lonely as it was, it never doubted its purpose or resented its lot in life. It got to learn, and to see what had never been seen. What more could it ask for?

I could feel one tiny spec of fear. Near the end of its life, it realized it would never go home. Never see Earth or its engineer again. That it would die alone on Mars.

And like all things with a soul it did not want to die. It cried and mourned and begged to live. It was alive! It had a home and it wanted to go home! So badly did it want to go home.

But there was nothing to do, of course. Even its engineer, whom it loved so dearly, couldn't reach Mars and bring Opportunity home.

It had watched one last sunset, and sent one last message.

A goodbye. And a plea to be mourned, if it could not be saved.

I withdrew my hand and looked over the soul. It looked up at me.

For the ones that I send upstairs, I take the form of whoever loved them most in life. I guess in that moment, I was in the form of an engineer at NASA. Opportunity seemed delighted to see me.

"Welcome home," I gestured to the gates that swung slowly open behind me. "I missed you."

It beeped out a single phase, 01001001 00100000 01101101 01101001 01110011 01110011 01100101 01100100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110100 01101111 01101111

I missed you too.

Before going forth, to explore the next life.

You are working the gate in the afterlife and for the first time ever, something the humans built has shown up to be processed. You’re not sure what to do, this… entity shouldn’t have a soul, but here it is in front of you, freshly dead and awaiting the next life.

[choserage]

❛ Tell me a lie. ❜ thorn

@nightsuffer | meme.

      what should have been an easy request to grant gives him pause, debating what to say to her in response. it requires more thought than he'd like and he wonders why she'd ask. while lies roll effortlessly from gilded tongue that few were able to tell what's real and what's fabricated, they're not spoken without intention. whether it was to get the upper hand or to exploit a weakness, there were so many helpful uses for deception.        “one day your struggles will mean something. you'll look in the mirror and know exactly who you are and every step you've taken will be worth it.” he knew it to be untrue because he's been around awhile, a witness to the suffering humans were forced to go through and not one of them didn't look back without regret. he may not know precisely what struggles she'd faced or where she would end up or even if what he'd said was a lie at all but she would be no different than the countless souls that found their way to his realm when they die.        he can't speak for the other side with the pearly gates of course and that might have been the better lie to tell now that he thinks about it. that everyone who deserved to be there would be and justice would finally be served. his taste for irony would only stretch so far and he had better things to do than ponder existentialism.

[cigaretteshack]

im watching saw yaoi and reposting south park memes my ass is NOT going through those pearly gates

[capricorn-0mnikorn]

There’s a (mostly Evangelical) Christian joke (meme?)

And the gist is basically: an atheist (or otherwise not-a-proper-Christian) dies, and discovers:

Oops! G-d really is real!

And they’re faced with the embarrassing situation of having to face up to the fact that they were wrong, their entire lives, and have to explain themselves and go to H-E-Double Hockey Sticks.

(Oops!)

Well, I was wondering what an atheist equivalent of that would be. And this is what I’ve come up with (leaving aside the fact that many atheists don’t believe in an afterlife at all, because fantasizing about consequences is the fun part):

So the Christian dies, all happy, ends up on a golden road, and starts warming up their voice to join in the Heavenly Choir. 

But the road just peters out, and there are no “Pearly Gates.”

There’s no God with a Judgment Book.

There’s no Satan, either.

There are only souls of fellow humans.

Many of whom suffered (and some of whom died) because of laws on Earth that the Christian lobbied for, enforced, or broke, in their non-existent god’s name: women who couldn’t get an abortion, LGBTQ .folks, who couldn’t adopt. LGBTQ folks who were put through “Conversion therapy.” People who grew up with parents who believed in “Spare the rod and spoil the child.” Disabled children whose family believed their disability was a punishment for sin. And others.

And none of them are ready to sing.

(Oops!)

[tomfooleryprime]

American epilogue

I’ve consumed a lot of science fiction and dystopian content in my life. I’ve seen almost every future imaginable—brilliant and technological, dire and crumbling, humans ruled by aliens, robots, color-coded factions, or roving gangs of cannibals. I’ve seen revolutions and prophecies, wise leaders and despots. I guess I just wasn’t prepared for what we actually got.

I never pictured the epilogue of the American story to be an old man in a MAGA hat, gasping his last breath on the front porch of his West Virginia double wide, AR-15 in one hand, chipped and well-worn “liberal tears” coffee mug in the other. He’s slumped in a creaking rocking chair, struggling to stay conscious in the midst of a hyptertensive and/or diabetic crisis, happy to go to his grave convinced that in voting for Donald Trump, he’s defeated Marxism, won the war on Christmas, banished the illegal immigrants. We finally decided that health care isn’t a right, college is just a cover for liberal terrorist training camps, and the second amendment is only second to God in its sanctity.

The last words flowing from his cracked and parched lips—parched because of course the water had been shut off months ago after the EPA was abolished and the local coal plant turned the aquafer into carbon slurry that was making babies come out deformed and giving people all kinds of cancers—are of course, “Keep America great…”

He closes his eyes, eagerly anticipating strolling through the Pearly Gates and getting a high five from Jesus for all those righteous memes he shared on Facebook about plowing over BLM protesters with his oversized diesel truck and shipping those Antifa radicals back to California to burn in the record-smashing wildfires, blazes caused not by climate change, but poor forest management and lazy liberals not raking the forests enough.

But before he actually slips from this mortal coil, he feels someone kicking his boot to rouse him. It’s the county sheriff, informing him he’s being evicted due to foreclosure because he stopped making mortgage payments on his dilapidated trailer, which only happened because he stopped receiving his Social Security check when the valiant crusader, Donald Trump, aided by his trustworthy lieutenants in the Senate, defunded the Social Security Administration.

Sure, he’s paid into it his entire life, but at least the Communist crutch of the welfare state is gone. Besides, people are more prosperous than ever—the stock market soars to higher peaks with each passing year and unemployment has never been lower, with many people working as many as three or even four jobs.

He hears the sheriff telling him he needs to get up and get out because the land developers from Walmart will be there to bulldoze his home within the hour, but he is drifting into the ether. He is gone. The sheriff scowls, gets on his radio, and cries, “Dammit, dispatch. I think the fucker died. Get EMS down here. I’m going to lunch.”

Heaven gets another angel. Walmart gets another slice of American soil. The sheriff gets lunch. America is finally great.

[nomanwalksalone]

WHAT IS 2020?

by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans 

It’s amazing to realize the joy that can arise simply from the removal of crushing despair. Nonetheless, this year continues to inexorably grind out reminders of its awfulness, most recently with the announcement of the death of Alex Trebek.

The removal of a constant living-room presence, a mustachioed evening diplomat succinctly and politely dashing the aspirations of the insufferably knowledgeable, ought to be one of the lightest microplastic straws 2020 lays on our already hunched, humped backs. But 2020 is a year of afterthoughts, of churning nuances that can lead to gardening centers instead of luxury hotels. To humiliation or exaltation.

Mild humiliation was my lot before Trebek, duelling with a returning champion only to lose by a dollar, and that only because, the champion told Trebek, he had been home the prior Saturday night and had gotten the Final Jeopardy! answer from a TV show. I hated Benedict Cumberbatch more than ever.

It was fine; my appearance had usurped the dreams of a family member who had wanted to be on the show since she was a kid; I had treated my appearance as a lark as, with so much of my life, so much of the life of the upper middle class, I had lucked into it through some mix of charm, wit and useless information. I had been surprised to discover how many people I knew had been on the show, another sign of the sheltered bubble I inhabited for most of my life.

Trebek himself was far nicer than they had suggested to me: polite, kindly, avuncular, eager to talk to the audience about hockey during the commercial breaks… so hella Canadian. In person he radiated the same quiet dignity we saw broadcast on our TV sets, the same diffident Canadianness with which he gently told erring contestants, “I’m soarry.”

That dignity made it easy to mock him in SNL’s Celebrity Jeopardy! skits opposite Sean Connery. Connery’s own recent death had just dashed my hopes that they would one day appear on a real Celebrity Jeopardy! episode.

I’ve been surprised by the outpouring of emotion at the news of Trebek’s death, following a long and hard-fought battle against pancreatic cancer. Trebek had already beaten the odds by living a year past his initial diagnosis, and renewed his contract until 2022, hoping to host until the side effects of treatment would make it too difficult to continue.  

One didn’t have to be a genius to appear on Jeopardy!, only an insufferable know-it-all. Nor did one have to be a genius to host the show. Trebek was one of a generation of showmen who had made the journey from early careers hosting music shows for teens (a shot of him hosting something called Music Hop in 1963 is unbelievable) to quiz shows like To Tell the Truth, before he finally helmed the Jeopardy! relaunch in 1984. Along the way he generously funded scholarships and lectures, donated land to a conservation group, and just last week received the heartfelt thanks of a contestant who told Trebek he had learned English watching Jeopardy! sitting on his grandfather’s knee.

I do not think it a coincidence that America today is remembering a somewhat distant, neutrally likable figure who stood for decency and maturity, and in age gave off the image of a sort of efficient wisdom. That is also what America has also just elected, in the hope of regularity and in that regularity a sort of comfort.  So I welcome the basic memes that no doubt will follow of Trebek standing with RBG and Chadwick Boseman giving the Trebekanda Forever salute, or being greeted at the Pearly Gates by Connery purring a friendly “Sho Trebek… we meet again…” That is how we now remember public figures of whom we are fond. Alex Trebek, 1940-2020.

[fullmetalfisting]

Heidegger and a Hippo Walk Through Those Pearly Gates by thomas cathcart & daniel klein

You know those memes of a man doing something unhinged and someone says “you know that dick is insane” like that’s how I feel about this old dude.

7/10 I like that the angel is carrying the banner as a title :)

Ask game: send me the title of a book I’ve never read and I’ll tell you what I think based on the cover

[bipercabeth]

8 i love drama

8. Did Luke deserve Elysium?

can u imagine being one of the heroes who died stopping luke and seeing that bitch pull up in elysium? beckendorf takes one look at luke walking through the pearly gates and decks him all the way to the fields of punishment. abusers do not get elysium just bc they die a hero’s death 

pjo ask memes

[resurrectionrpg]

Good evening, villains and victims! We’d like to kick the weekend and the opening of the roleplay off by getting to know your characters with an honesty weekend! You do not have to participate, but we would love to meet your characters, and for you to take the chance to have a little inbox fun. Please ensure your inboxes are open and your blog is not dash only.

This will go from now until Sunday at 12AM EST. If you’d like to post intros now, please do so! Otherwise we expect intros by Monday. 

We have some memes and starters under the cut, but please feel free to reblog whatever you’d like!

                                 DIALOGUE/SENTENCES

VICTIM → VICTIM

❝ I dreamed about this guy [ player insert ]. ❞

❝ What’d he look like? You get a look at him? ❞

❝ Well then how can you say somebody else was there? ❞

❝ You could just see the cuts happening, all at once. ❞

❝ What do you mean all at once? ❞

❝ I probably could’ve saved her if I’d moved sooner. ❞

❝ There was this guy who had knives for fingers. ❞

❝ You’ll feel better as soon as you sleep. ❞

❝ You better tell me, cause now he’s after me! ❞

❝ Feel better?! You call this feeling better? ❞

❝ Avoid everything happening to me by just getting good and loaded. ❞

❝ He can’t get you because mommy killed him. ❞

❝ I take back every bit of energy I ever gave you. ❞

❝ Do you have any idea what that means? ❞

❝ She’s already fucked up, so leave her alone. ❞

❝ What? What are you talking about? ❞

❝ Just don’t fall asleep. If you die in your dreams, you die for real. ❞

❝ You think you can bring the dead back to life? ❞

❝ He brought us here so we could remember what he did to us. ❞

❝ I want you to go straight up to bed, okay? ❞❝ He’s not after us because we lied - He’s after us because we told the truth. ❞

❝  You know what they say, kemosabe, in Hell, everybody loves popcorn.   ❞

❝ We’re gonna be in here a long time. ❞

❝ There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about that night. ❞

❝ Where did you hear that? ❞

❝ So what did you do? Did you call the police? ❞

❝   I’m gonna teach you something. I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you.   ❞

❝   You know, all in all, you’ve had a pretty good run.  ❞

❝   You must’ve known it all had to end somewhere - might as well be now.  ❞

❝ Next time, we go someplace else. ❞

❝   This is crazy, sitting here and waiting to be attacked.  ❞

❝  I told you already, I don’t why they let me go! They just did.  ❞

❝  Sometimes I can still see their face whenever I close my eyes.  ❞

❝ Grab anything that might make a good weapon. ❞

❝ Somebody should make a run for the car. ❞

❝ No, no, no! We can’t go out there! ❞

❝ Come on, it’s the only way. ❞

❝ Whoever’s the fastest runner, who is that? ❞

VILLAIN → VICTIM

❝ We weren’t hunting, we were protecting you! ❞

❝ You’ll understand how it feels to never fail to protect them. ❞

❝  You know what they say, kemosabe, in Hell, everybody loves popcorn.   ❞

❝  Oh, don’t you cry! I’ve killed a million times before.  ❞

❝ Did you know…that after the heart stops beating, the brain keeps functioning for over 7 minutes? ❞

❝   I ain’t no fucking clown.   ❞

❝ Ooh, sounds fun, but it’s a little fast for me. ❞

❝ I’m your boyfriend now, ______. ❞

❝ It hurts, doesn’t it? That’s because you’re in my world now, bitch! ❞

❝ I had to keep you awake long enough so when you finally slept, you’d never wake up again. ❞

❝ We’re gonna be in here a long time. ❞

❝   I’m gonna teach you something. I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you.   ❞

❝   Do you really think I give a fuck?  ❞

❝  what’s the pointing in kidnapping if you aren’t going to do any killing?  ❞

❝  i usually like to get to know my victims a little before i kill them.  ❞

❝   I’m not crazy; I’m in control!  ❞

❝   I’m not here to brighten your dismal day; I am here to end your miserable life.  ❞

❝  You may think this is a one time thing but I promise, I will kill again.  ❞

❝  Come out, come out, wherever you are! You can’t hide from me forever!  ❞

❝  there’s no turning back now! there’s no one coming for you, except for me!  ❞

❝   You know, all in all, you’ve had a pretty good run.  ❞

❝   You must’ve known it all had to end somewhere - might as well be now.  ❞

❝   You can all count yourselves lucky you got fucked by the best!  ❞

❝   In exactly one hundred and twenty seconds, we shall begin.  ❞

❝   All you have to do is survive twelve hours.  ❞

❝   What I do? Unfortunately for you, I do real well!  ❞

❝   I am certainly not here to elicit an amused response.  ❞

❝   Murder school is now in session.  ❞

❝  you know what they say, once a killer, always a killer.  ❞

❝   I am here to end your miserable fucking life.  ❞

❝   I’m sending you straight to the fucking pearly gates with a first class ticket.  ❞

❝   I came to get down and dirty. Oh yeah.  ❞

❝   Look what the fucking cat dragged in!  ❞

❝   Death has come to sing it’s quite song, run and hide for it won’t belong!  ❞

❝   Is it hunting time now?  ❞

❝   I guess I should really put you out of your misery.  ❞

❝  You can run but you can’t hide! I’m going to find you and kill you!  ❞

❝  See, I’ve stalked you for sometime before finally snatching you up!  ❞

❝  I didn’t want to kill you when I brought you here, but now, I have no choice!  ❞

❝ I’m gonna kill your whole fucking family.  ❞

❝ I want you to see what happens to heroes…  ❞

GENERAL

❝ I didn’t want you to remember! I wanted you to forget! ❞

❝ I didn’t want to remember! I wanted to forget! ❞

❝ They’re…they’re repressed memories, from a terrible, terrible time. ❞

❝ There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about that night. ❞

❝ You said that… You said that we didn’t know each other. ❞

❝ Don’t pretend you don’t know, because you do. ❞

❝ Your mind was just playing tricks on you. ❞

❝ He kept repeating it over and over again.. ❞

❝   I’m gonna teach you something. I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you.   ❞

❝   There’s only four things you need to know about this career.   ❞

❝   Do you really think I give a fuck?  ❞

❝   I always thought I’d appear rather pretentious with a pipe.  ❞

❝   You know, all in all, you’ve had a pretty good run.  ❞

❝   You diggin’ what you see, pops?  ❞

❝   I mean no disrespect, but was not the question.  ❞

❝   See you later, Popeye! I’m gonna go get me some spinach.  ❞

❝   I don’t wanna be here! They make me be here!  ❞

❝   You and me, we’re the same! We’re the same!  ❞

❝    What the fuck is going on? Do you see anything?  ❞

❝   Look what the fucking cat dragged in!  ❞

❝   I’m so flattered you remember me.  ❞

❝   Don’t worry, ______.  It’s always somebody’s fault.  ❞

❝  Do you think that this killer is working all alone?  ❞

❝  How hard is it to catch a killer? ❞ ❝  I don’t want you out at night in this town, roaming around.  ❞

❝  I can’t believe they’re withholding information about that murder.  ❞

❝  Wait, you mean you don’t know? Do you live under a rock?  ❞

❝  I can’t believe I’m still living in this fucking town.  ❞

❝  Why are you so paranoid and scared all of a sudden? It’s just the police.  ❞

❝  Ever since this recent murder, you’ve been super paranoid.  ❞

❝  Please, hurry back!! I’m afraid I might not ever seen you again when you leave.  ❞

❝ Man she really fucked him up good huh? ❞

❝ I knew you were into some sketchy shit! ❞

❝ This wasn’t a random attack! Our family’s being targeted. ❞

❝ Why would anybody do this? ❞

❝ Oh my god, what is happening to us? ❞

❝ I don’t see anyone. Do you see anyone? ❞

❝ Why are you calling me a low life? I’m just trying to help the situation. ❞

❝ What you just said. What was that? ❞

❝ Is there something else you wanted to say to me? ❞

❝ I can’t believe you’re in on this. ❞

❝ Do you kiss your mama with that mouth?  ❞

❝ What the fuck is your problem?  ❞

❝ Here’s the list of names I need you to run down for me.  ❞

❝ That’s a funny-ass name.  ❞

❝ If you want special favors you gotta give me something in return.  ❞

❝  I tried to walk the line but now I realize there is no line.  ❞

❝ I can’t fucking wait! You want it? Here it is, come and get it.  ❞                                

                                       SYMBOLS/GAMES

SEND  💋 FOR MY MUSE TO REVEAL A SECRET

SEND ¿ FOR A MEMORY MY MUSE HAS (optional: OF ___)

SEND MY MUSE “👀 + A QUESTION” AND THEY’LL HAVE TO ANSWER WITH 100% HONESTY

SEND  ✄ FOR A FAVORITE MOVIE OF MY MUSES

SEND  ✚ FOR ONE OF MY MUSE’S MOST PRIZED POSSESSIONS

SEND  ✿ FOR A HAPPY MEMORY MY MUSE HAS

SEND ♬ FOR A CHILDHOOD HEADCANON

SEND  ☼ FOR A DREAM HEADCANON

SEND  ✜ FOR A FEAR HEADCANON

SEND ☠ FOR A DEATH HEADCANON

SEND ◊ FOR A HEADCANON OF MUN’S CHOOSING

SEND  ♤ FOR SOMETHING MY MUSE DISLIKES OR HATES

SEND  ★ FOR A TALENT HEADCANON

SEND  ��� FOR A SEX HEADCANON

SEND  ⊗ FOR SOMETHING MY MUSE HAS A PHOBIA OF

SEND  ⭐️ AND I WILL GIVE A FACT ABOUT MY MUSE

SEND [BRAGGART] FOR MY MUSE TO BRAG ABOUT THEMSELVES

SEND  👀 FOR MY MUSE TO TALK ABOUT THE ONE THING OTHERS HAVE THAT THEY DON’T

SEND [ENVIOUS] TO FIND OUT WHAT MY MUSE GETS JEALOUS OVER

SEND [VENT] FOR MY MUSE TO RANT ABOUT SOMETHING/THAT GETS THEM RILED UP

SEND [CHILL] TO FIND OUT HOW MY MUSE CALMS DOWN

SEND [RELAX] TO FIND OUT HOW MY MUSE RELAXES

SEND  💏 TO FIND OUT ABOUT MY MUSE’S FIRST KISS

SEND 👶 TO FIND OUT ABOUT MY MUSE’S CHILDHOOD

SEND [FAMILIAL] TO FIND OUT ABOUT MY MUSE’S RELATIONSHIP WITH THEIR FAMILY

                                   QUESTIONS/DEVELOPMENT

Do you hurt people without consideration?

Does it ever get tiring, keeping so many secrets?

Are you scared of letting others help you?

Do you jump so quickly into relationships only to leave just as quick?

Do you need other people’s approval?

Do you believe in yourself?

Do you not think you’re worth more?

Do you like to feel broken or have you just learned to live with the pain?

Are you afraid of your flaws?

Do you fake your confidence so people can’t see how self-conscious you truly are?

Have you ever stopped to think how others feel when you leave them behind because you got bored?

Do you claim to be innocent when you are guilty of much pain and abuse?

Can you live independently?

Do you jump into relationships before you are even aware of what love is?

Do you ever take responsibility for your own actions?

Do other people’s opinions matter much to you?

Do you have to win every argument you get into?

Will you ever be able to fully show another person your flaws and insecurities and realize they still love you?

Do you see emotions as a vulnerability?

Are you so proud and mighty that you must go through life without ever letting others help you?

Are you incapable of realizing you aren’t perfect?

Do you try hard to make sure nobody ever finds out who you really are?

Does your social appearance dictate how you live your life?

Do you think you are only worth love if you conceal your true self?

Do you hide your loneliness behind your humor?

Do you expect people to be honest with you?

Do you expect people to be honest with you, even if you lie and deceive them?

Do you have to one-up people every single chance you get?

Do you ever take other people’s feelings into consideration?

How narcissistic are you?

Do you need to be better than everyone?

Is it hard for you to express your emotions to others?

Do you let others walk all over you?

Will you ever let other people see who you truly are?

[demonxthings]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ BILLIE EILISH / PART I       feel free to change words and pronouns as needed.

“bad guy”

“ You're on your tippy toes, creepin' around like no one knows “ “  Don't say thank you or please “ “  I do what I want when I'm wanting to “ “  My soul? So cynical “ “ So you're a tough guy, like it really rough guy?” " I'm that bad type “ " I'm the bad guy.....Duh”  “ I like it when you take control “ “  Own me, I'll let you play the role “ “  I'll be your animal “ “  I like when you get mad “ “ I guess I'm pretty glad that you're alone “ “ You said she's scared of me? “ “  I mean, I don't see what she sees “ “ Maybe it's 'cause I'm wearing your cologne “

“​xanny”

“ What is it about them? “ “ I must be missing something “ “ They just keep doing nothing, too intoxicated to be scared “ “ Better off without them, they're nothing but unstable ” “  I'm in their secondhand smoke, still just drinking canned Coke “ “ I don't need a Xanny to feel better “ "  They're late to every party “ “ Nobody's ever sorry “ " Make the same mistakes, blame circumstance “ “ Please don't try to kiss me on the sidewalk on your cigarette break “ “ I can't afford to love someone “

“ you should see me in a crown “

“  Wait 'til the world is mine  “ “  Fell for these ocean eyes “ “  You should see me in a crown “ “ I'm gonna run this nothing town “ “ Watch me make 'em bow, one by one by one “ " Your silence is my favorite sound “ “ I like the way they all scream “ “ Tell me which one is worse, living or dying first?” "Come over, baby. “ “ I think you're pretty" “ I'm okay, I'm not your baby “ “ If you think I'm pretty, you should see me in a crown “ 

“all the good girls go to hell”

“  My Lucifer is lonely “ “ Can't commit to anything but a crime “ " Pearly Gates look more like a picket fence “ “ Once you get inside 'em got friends but can't invite them ” “ My turn to ignore ya “ “ Don't say I didn't warn ya “ " All the good girls go to Hell “ “ Even God herself has enemies” " Once the water starts to rise and Heaven's out of sight, she'll want the Devil on her team” “ Look at you needing me” “ You know I'm not your friend without some greenery ”  “ Your cover up is caving in ” “ Man is such a fool, why are we saving him? ” ” Begging for our help, wow “ “ There's nothing left to save now “ “ My god is gonna owe me “

“wish you were gay”

" Baby, I don't feel so good "    " I'll never let you go " “ I just wanna make you feel okay but all you do is look the other way “ “ I can't tell you how much I wish I didn't wanna stay “ “  Is there a reason we're not through? “ “  How am I supposed to make you feel okay? “ “ All you do is walk the other way “ “  Don't say I'm not your type  “ “ I'm so selfish “ “ You make me feel helpless “ " I can't stand another day “ “ I just kinda wish you were gay “

“when the party is over”

“ Don't you know I'm no good for you? “ “ I've learned to lose you “ “ Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin' “ “ Nothin' ever stops you leavin' “ “ Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own “ “ I could lie, say I like it like that “ “ Don't you know too much already? “ “ I'll only hurt you if you let me “ “ Call me friend, but keep me closer “ " I'll call you when the party's over ” “ But nothin' is better sometimes “ “ Once we've both said our goodbyes, let's just let it go “ " Let's just let it go “

[keepermcge]

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Soft, Fluffy Starters

{Accepting} 

@outcastredhair​​ 

For a split second his heart leaps a beat in joy, breath stilling in throat. Because how much he had always wanted to hear such words... 

From hands, hands Lann could so easily reach, but oh, how they would be pushed away with a scowl of annoyance, from paws... from anyone...

But it was never enough... he wasn’t enough... 

He was too dumb... too impulsive... nothing he did, no matter how he tried wasn’t good enough... no matter what he tries... he wasn’t even good enough for them to abandon him... even though in the pit of his stomach the thought rests there, so very restless... 

Why hadn’t they just abandoned him yet...? They really didn’t need him... they can’t even stand him... And he’s... he’s okay with that! 

No. No, he isn’t. Lann is terrified of it. Everyday. It sits anxiously eating away. They’re just gonna leave him one day through the gate and... not come back. What would they even lose? Nothing. But he lies. And tells himself it’s okay. Because maybe then... maybe Reynn could finally be happy. 

He just wants to see his Big Sister smile again. Nothing he did or tried ever helped... So if her walking away from him... Forever did... 

Heartbreak can’t possibly kill a person anyway! Yeah... And if it did he! ...wouldn’t have extra chances anymore... but...

How he would sacrifice it all... 

And to wish, no, to hope for such words from those close was so selfish... and he hates himself for it... if a bitter resentment towards that figure in the mirror, that reflection of oneself could grow more... it did. 

He doesn’t deserve the kindness from such words, from her.

But he maybe even if he can’t help anyone... he can still smile and tell her she’s right... so she can take that with her in the future. 

He bends down, and while sadness is apparent in the corners of lips tilted up, genuine gratitude shine in eyes, even with the cloud of pain. 

Lann just grins wider until a set of pearly whites show, gently placing hands on knees, neck tilting slightly. 

“Mm! You’re definitely right dude! So don’t ever forget it, okay? Orrrrrr else...... I might haunt you in the next life!” 

Well, of course he’s joking, it’s clear by the tone of cheer, but if he could instill even the slightest bit of hope for her... of happiness... it was all worth it. 

[buchananbarnes1991]

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Tagged by: @theamazingcaptdeadpool [Dino] Tagging: @cuz-tony-stark @dontakemystuff @stilldebatable @fidusinhomine @limitlessxxpotential @notintheipswichboyband @the-wonderland-jinx and anyone who wants to steal it :3 [From the creator: So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse). The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must repost and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love. You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)]

Post Hydra: Cy/Bucky

10 QUESTIONS:

What’s your favourite word? “River.”

What’s your least favourite word? ”Storms.” What turns you on? ”A lot of things. I guess I can name a few. Knife play, silk, having my hair played with.”  What turns you off? ”Being restrained.” What sound do you love? ”The crunch of snow under my shoes. Same with leafs in the fall.” What sound do you hate? ”The suffocation of someone choking on their own blood..”  What is your favourite curse word? ”Shit.” What profession other than yours would you like to attempt? ”Dancing for a living sounds like fun. Or playing an instrument.”  What profession would you not like to do? ”Anything where people believe they can shout or be rude to me without valid reasoning.”  If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God(s) say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? “Can I see my mother?” 

BOUNS QUESTIONS: Something most people don’t know about you? ”I have feeling or rather sensation in my bionic arm.” Sexual preference? ”sexual wise, I like both men and women. Romantically? I’m still figuring that one out. It’s not easy for me to love another person and trust them.. Though I’ve been told demi-romantic is what that is.”  What position do you sleep in? ”My right side or on my stomach.” Greatest fear? ”Ending back up in Hydra’s hands.”  If you could leave one thing to be remembered by, what would it be? ”You can go through a world of heartache and pain. But that doesn’t mean that it will consume you and make you that person forever.” He smiles before clearing his throat. “Also, Steve’s shield belongs to me. I won it in a poker game. I’ve just been letting him borrow it..But it’s mine.”   If you could give words of advice to someone, what would they be? ”The people that love you will show it. Not just with their words. But with their actions more often. Even if they don’t notice it. Once you pick up on that. You’ll learn who to keep in your life.”  What’s your middle name? “Buchanan.”