#Someone end me pls

[scales-of-stardust]

Im about to do a demonic summoning in an attempt to get my department’s truck to arrive

pls where is my vegetable. Where is my FRUIT. WHERE IS MY FRUIT AND VEGGIE

[baekuras]

i feel like i flopped so hard orz

I didnt know the answers to some exact numbers regarding company (like size or winnings last year)(bc...why would I but also who cares but also I got like 50other things in my head siR), or some pc specific ones from the questionaire (i fucking forgot what ASCII stands for bc sry I am not encountering that on the daily when doing my lil hobby projects k)

this is frustration talking, i was chill, the guy was chill, i had a heartbeat strong enough to shake me and am now sweaty

i DID get the math questions right and srsly if the math asked for in online tests and this was the one I had in high school i'd have passed with A's, why is it so easy? or why was it so difficult? i am dead now k bye

[hinamie]

noir

[sweetsouldhavernas]

paint me like one of your french murfs

[anachronismstellar]

SQH x YQY 👀 I wanna see your take so bad

Hmmmm Tbh what I imagine is something like-

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They were both working quietly, the meeting long finished, the only sounds the tec tec tec of Shang Qinghua's abacus as the peak lord moved the wooden pieces up and down, pausing from time to time to take notes.

Having just finished a report, Yue Qingyuan couldn't help but turn his eyes to his shidi, noticing his focused expression as Shang Qinghua mumbled numbers upon numbers under his breath. It never failed to impress him how fast the other was able to add ridiculously high numbers, or how Shang-shidi seemed to look at one artifact and know how much it was worth.

Another thing that Yue Qingyuan could appreciate was his efficiency. No matter how much the other peak lords brushed off his forms and failed to hand them on time, Shang Qinghua seemed to know everything that had been used or collected from their missions, as if he had eyes and ears everywhere. It made Yue Qingyuan grateful for his Shidi loyalty, otherwise they would be in a huge amount of trouble.

"Whatever it is that is making Zhangmen-Shixiong stare this much instead of asking, the answer is no, we have just finished with the annual budget, we can't change it," Shang Qinghua said without taking his eyes from the paper in front of him, making Yue Qingyuan chuckle.

"I was just admiring Shang-shidi's skill. You have very nimble fingers," he complimented as he put his own brush down. A small pause would do them good, they had been working for hours now. He was about to stand up to start the tea when Shang Qinghua snorted, a "You should see what else they could," low enough for Yue Qingyuan to realize he wasn't supposed to hear that, but loud enough for him to not have misheard.

The following pause was loud by itself, like the quiet before the thunder.

"I should go," Shang-shidi started to gather all the paper he had just written down, ruining many reports with smeared ink, color crawing up his neck until his whole face was beet red.

"Shang-"

"I just remembered I had a meeting with uh Shen- With Liu-shidi! Yes! And it wouldn't be good to leave him waiting so-"

While Shang Qinghua rushed to grab everything, Yue Qingyuan got closer, gently taking the papers from his hands, holding back his amusement. It wouldn't be kind to laugh at his shidi, even though his flustering was a bit funny.

Yue Qingyuan had a sense of humor, his job just made it hard to demonstrate it.

"Shang-shidi is fine, just got me off guard, that's all. I didn't know shidi had such... Inclinations."

"I mean, with all due respect Zhangmen-Shixiong, you're very handsome man, and you were kinda staring at me like that, then you made that comment, it's hard to not think you were, y'know, making a move, but I'll shut up now, we can pretend this never happened, and-"

Yue Qingyuan's felt his own face getting warmer. It had been a while since someone had been so honest with him, it felt refreshing.

He thought of judging eyes over a painted fan, his heart skipping a beat as he swallowed dry.

"What if I don't wanna pretend?" He heard himself say, and then it was his turn to blush as Shang Qinghua eyebrows rose all the way up to his hairline, warm brown eyes blown wide with surprise.

"Uh- I-"

"I apologize, Shang-shidi, this one didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he whispered as he went to take a step back. They're both stressed and it was getting late, maybe they should wrap it up for the day-

Bitten nails softly scrapped his cheek as the scent of ink filled his senses. He turned his face towards Shang Qinghua, surprised by warm lips against his as a strong hand pulled him closer to an embrace. For many seconds, it had been a chaste press of mouths until he dared to bite down Shang Qinghua's lower lip, chasing the taste of jasmine tea they had been drinking earlier, the heat crawling down from his face all the way to his chest. Shang Qinghua's warmth an addicting feeling as the An Ding Peak lord worked on his robes, opening them with an impressive speed.

And then, hours later, with both of them panting, sweat cooling down their skin, Yue Qingyuan laughed as he kissed Shang-shidi's hand.

"Nimble fingers indeed."

[lotus-pear]

WOULD U GUYS STILL LOVE ME IF I DID PERSONA 5 FOR MY 13K DTIYS ☹️☹️☹️☹️

[iizuumi]

>:3

[im-a-lil-bitch-boi]

so i jus thought of smth. . .

Santa canonically exists in the DC universe right?

and often times the DC and DP(Danny Phantom) universes tend to get mushed together

and everyone whos watched DP KNOWS the Fenton parents have a HUGE fight every Christmas on whether or not Santas real right?

doesnt that mean that when these 2 universes get meshed together Jack Fenton is actually correct about Santa bein real?

ofc Santa isnt a ghost, but that means that Jack is legitimately correct that he exists and i wonder how Maddie would feel about that upon(if she ever) finds out.

would she meet Santa herself? and believe that hes jus someone dressed up? she IS a woman of science after all, it should be IMPOSSIBLE for Santa to exist? right?

[blathannabeaga]

.☽༊˚ three word prompts; “go to sleep.”

bobby x reader

feat. an alternative post-2x04 setting, qrf leader!bobby x qrf!reader, semi-hidden relationship, minor disassociation/emotional distress on the reader's part, but plenty comfort to follow it

​​Despite the fact that no one took so much as a scratch in damage, the flight back to Bliss feels like one of mourning.

The drone of the helo’s blades and the roar of wind fills your ears, even above the rush of blood pumping through your head. Despite the hot crush of your teammates’ solid, tac’d-up bodies all around you, your mind is already reeling you back into the empty cold of the warehouse, and what you found there; five hundred children, five hundred faces, five hundred sets of eyes following you everywhere you go.

They see you through the descent to the airstrip, through the clamber off the bird and across the floodlight-lit tarmac to the hangar. Staring as you get out of your gear, unblinking as you try and scarf down some of what Randy throws together for you - the only time they look away is when the lump in your throat grows too big to swallow around, and you hastily excuse yourself from the table before the guilt chokes you altogether.

In the showers, fine desert sand runs off your skin and swirls down the drain in pale spirals. The water’s hot, too hot, but it gives you respite from the days-old strains in your back and hips and most of all, forces your thoughts away from little sets of scared eyes and remote warehouses for a few blissful minutes. 

Like all good things, though, your revery is cut short by Carillo’s blunt entrance into the bathroom.

You dry off and dress without paying her much mind - after her outburst of a confession, you’re at even more of a loss as to where to stand with her. The rest of the team had chided you in the beginning about your treatment of her - that you were too trusting, too sweet, too naive to the ways of the programme given your short time on it. Your defence had been that you’d treated Cruz the same way, and she’d turned out solid as solid came; but now, with things standing they way they do, the uncomfortable reality is that you may owe your teammates an apology.

When you emerge back onto the hangar floor, there’s a little more life to be found than when you’d exited. Two Cups and Tex have taken up their habitual spots on the couch, and are in the throes of a new Black Ops campaign, with Tucker and Tracer passively observing from the sidelines as they clean down their pistols - and perhaps the nicest sight is Randy and Cruz cleaning up the galley together, deep in conversation and trading fire with the guys from across the room. You have kept up with Cruz, from that night in Majorca and all through her deployment in Africa, so you had an idea of how she was doing - but it still does so much for your heart to see her with a smile on her face, after all she’s been through at the programme’s hands.

One person is missing, the one you’d most be hoping to see; but there’s no doubt in your mind that she’ll be quick to reemerge. 

The fatigue is getting harder to ignore, spreading throughout your body and slowing you down like each step is taken whilst wading through thick molasses. The cheap, thin material of your cot feels like the most plush and expensive of mattresses under your touch as you sit, and slowly start getting ready to turn in for the night.

Footfalls sound from over your left shoulder, but you’re too focused on squaring away your kit to notice until they stop right in front of you. Your eyes take in a khaki-clad pair of strong legs and a slim waist highlighted by a snug tank top before a familiar hand is landing on your cheek, and directing your gaze upwards until you meet hers.

These last few missions have aged Bobby - adding a subtle twinge of silver to her hairline, the start of new lines on her handsome face, a newfound heaviness in how she carries herself. But these developments only serve as proof that she’s fought through every dark and treacherous thing that this job has put her through to make it back to your side, so you’ll embrace them gratefully for as long as she’ll let you. 

The softening of your eyes must be more visible than you realise, because an easy smile is quick to take over her face. She traces the pad of her thumb over the familiar curve of your cheekbone and, wordlessly, you understand that the touch is charged with all the things she can’t say right now - things that, though the love you both have for the rest of the QRF is endless, just aren’t meant for their ears. 

“Try and get some rest, baby.” A gravelly quality undercuts her low voice, betraying her own fatigue after the night just past. You cup the back of her strong thigh in your hand, soothing your fingers over sore, toned muscle through thick cotton, a charged gesture of your own to show her that you’re here for her too.

You nod your understanding, but draw it out to keep her closer for another few seconds. Though it really hasn’t been that long since you’ve been off-duty and had each other all to yourselves for a few blissful weeks, it’s been long and rough enough for this little intimacy to feel like a gift - one that you don’t feel like giving up just yet. “Yes, ma’am.”

Her smile takes on a sly quality, and she taps your bottom lip in an approving way that you enjoy a little too much. She lowers her voice as she speaks, despite the chorus of conversation all around you, and offers a wink as she departs. “There we go.” 

Four hours later, staring at the lofty hangar ceiling, the warmth of Bobby’s presence and the promise behind her eyes are about the only things stopping you from completely losing your mind. 

As used to Tex’s snoring and Two Cup’s nocturnal fridge-raids as you are, tonight they wear on your nerves to a new height. Any other time, you’d be able to tune them out into the comfortable white noise they’ve grown to be and drift off to sleep anyways, but now, when those innumerate sets of little eyes are still hovering in your periphery, everything that isn’t dead silence only prolongs your torment.

Hands knotted tensely over your stomach, the cool night air stings against the open flesh around your nail beds where you’ve picked the skin raw. Ceaseless tossing and turning has only caused the stiffness in your back and hips to intensify, and as another painful strain sounds in your lower back as you turn over onto your side again, the sour note of defeat that settles low in your gut is harsh enough for tears to prick at your tired eyes.

You’re pulling at the thin, army-issued blanket over your lower half in search of warmth when a gruff whisper-shout from two cots over cuts through the quiet. “Go to sleep.”

Tucker, half-awake, grumbles at Bobby but she only aims a kick at his blanket-covered legs in response. Judging by his groan of annoyance it connects and you hide a smile behind your cheap pillow as the hangar settles back into silence once more.

Twenty minutes later, when you twist onto your other side and are seriously contemplating getting up and just starting your day now, a rustling of blankets and a heavy set of footfalls break the silence. You’re ready to unleash bloody murder on Two Cups if you have to tolerate his godawful belching in addition to your own self-contained torment, but the footsteps don’t lead to the galley and instead weave down the line of bunks and right in front of yours. Prying tired eyes apart, your addled mind is still trying to make sense of the situation when a wall of cool air hits you as Bobby grasps the threadbare blankets up off of you, and slips underneath them in next to you.

Surprise forces you cognizant, and she’s still fussing around to get comfortable when you rasp out something between a question and a protest. “Bobby- “

“What, you don’ want me no more?” The squeaks and groans of the cot adjusting to both your weights is almost louder than her lowered interjection, but as she settles down and tucks one toned arm under the pillow beneath your head and drapes the other over your waist, her words grow clearer. “Cold, baby.”

It’s suffocating - the sudden closeness of her embrace, the hot press of her body against yours, the love that she couldn’t hide beneath a thousand gruff mock-dismissals or unsuitable situations. Now, she doesn’t even seem to want to; and that’s even more overwhelming.

Almost borne of muscle memory, you grasp her waist and crook your legs so she can tangle hers with them. Her cheek presses against your temple, leaving you to nestle your face into the tender place where the hinge of her jaw meets her neck. You’ve grown breathless without meaning to, and the grace of your lips over the soft skin makes Bobby shift in not displeasure. “You sure?”

Her chest rumbles low against yours as she makes a noise of assent. The warm, comforting flat of her palm finds purchase in the divot of your lower back and soothes over the sore musculature as she nods, and feels an intoxicating notion of pride glow in her chest as you relax into her.

“I’m always sure about you.” Bobby affirms. Squeezing you tight to her, she presses a lingering kiss to your hairline and tucks you in under her chin, grounding the both of you. “Get some rest, honey.”

With the solid drumbeat of her heartbeat under your ear, the snores and footfalls of everyone else around fade into disregard - and, while sleep still feels a little out of reach tonight, in Bobby’s arms you’re more than sure that your heart will find the reprieve from the world it needs.

[waffle-time-god]

“I guess I always dreamed of being as strong as my dad.”

Future Gohan you deserved so much better.

Full image under the cut

This was supposed to be a quick sketch that turned into several days of casually adding to it until we got this. My first attempt ever at a comic lol.

[hyohaehyuk]

I dont know if anyone posted this here already but a while ago the fandom start digging and found out that there is a huge chance that Sam have known Raleigh Ritchie music and have been a Jacob fan maybe since 2014. This bc Sam was in the same festival Raleigh Ritchie was performing. I think i even remember reading someone mentioning that they have friends in common too.

Not only that but Josh O'connor, Sam co-star in Riot Club (2014) added Raleigh Ritchie on a playlist he created in JULY 2016 called "Sam Reid"

I also remember of seeing a screenshot of jacob having the "Flume - Never Be Like You ft. Kai" in which Sam in the Music Video, on one of his playlists (i think it was also from 2014) but he have his playlists private now and i cannot find the tweet. So if he saw that MV maybe i also saw Sam back in 2014 🤡

This is some invisible red thread of fate sh*t going on right here 😱💀

Source: wolfganglestat, slaystat and nocontextIestat

[mouldycakes]

TRANSLATION

Steve: Hi! Danny: Wow! Hey, how- how- how handsome, he, in his suit. Steve: It's for you. I wore it for you. Danny: Thank you. Steve: You're welcome.

Steve: Hey, what are you doing?

Danny: Is that a clip-on?

Steve: It's not a clip-on. What did I say?!

Danny: Your tie is crooked. Can I fix it, love?

Danny: Darling, come here.

Steve: Thank you.

Danny: I thought they didn't wear ties in Hawaii.

Steve: They don't, but it's a special day. So I wore it.

LatAm dub once again killing me here, with cuteness.

[oyeixcher]

Hyunjin's hands for @skzandkpop

[12am-motivation]

me after reading ep 10

[a-little-artsy]

i didnt mean for it to turn out this way lol i just wanted to draw them in costumes but ok!!k!

[bludhavensbirdboy]

most humbling moment was finding out that it’s pronounced ’disco-wing’ and not ‘dis-cowing’ like looking back i don’t know how i fucked it up so badly but my brain didn’t compute it was disco. wing. and i’m severely embarrassed over it