#dorito owes me money

[dinoxnugget]

Silly little guy

[p123apples]

please God, I want to be impregnated so bad. I want him. That beautiful, radiant angel. Like a god, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins.

he is beyond divine. I can’t help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see his beautiful figure. I yearn for him in a way both primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in United States history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from his smooth, creamy skin. I want to listen to his moans as his manhood throbs within , I want to hear his heart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal union.

I want to suckle at his motherly bosom, slurping that rich mana milk from his teat as I would stir his cream into my coffee and let his balls boil in it. His cries of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand drone strikes. I would make love to him until my body gave out, and then some. I would let him break my rib cage with any part of his body. I would let him hit me with his car just to be near him for a brief moment.

he’s so perfect it hurts. Every moment without him I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having shards of glass coated in hot sauce forced through every orifice of my body. I want him, I need him. I want to desecrate his crisp general suit. I want to start a family with him and retire after our twenty seven children have grown up and moved out. I want to see those luscious lips speak such filthy, perverse words into my ear while he slides ice cubes down my gaping pisshole.

I want to fuck him like he owes me money. I would let him step on me, just to feel the soft, firm warmth of his feet upon my face and his groin area. I would sleep under him just to catch his drool in my mouth. I would fish the strands of hair from his shower drain just to smell his alluring scent, and braid them into necklaces to keep him with me always. Or cock rings. Whichever would please him more.

God please, I would do anything for him. I would relinquish my life, all my hopes and dreams, just to become the socks on his feet so that I may warm his mouthwatering toes with my very being, so that he may feel the heat of my love always. I would encase myself in cement and become his doorstep, so that he may wipe his heels upon my face. I would tear my own limbs off. I don’t know what I’d do after that, or why he might want my limbs. But I would do it.

My prince, my god, the light of my life. Please God, let me have him. I want him to be mine and only mine. I would lick the Doritos dust from his fingers and fill his belly button with honey mustard to dip my teats in. I would give him a sponge-bath with my tongue every morning and serve him breakfast in bed. I would let him eat my eggs,straight from the source . i would let him eat steak off my body if it pleased him, no matter how painful the third-degree burns would be.

I would bear the torment of eternal damnation until the end of time to taste the seat of his car but once. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for him, nothing I wouldn’t say. I wouldn’t even let myself cum until he gave me permission.

I love you,gojo . Please. Be mine. Be my life, my lover, my sorcerer daddy ,my everything. Say yes. I see it in your eyes, when you’re up there yapping about catching up to suguru or whatever. Answer my calls, respond to my letters. Something. Give me a sign, gojo. I’m waiting for you in chapter 269, come back my glorious emperor,it is time you got out of that airport or you would be escorted

descend from heaven satoru,i am waiting.

[mylenapony11]

Ok I have some brainrot that’s been eating away at me for a bit now.

So ima write what I think the Obey me characters taste and smell like. Minus Luke for taste. Cuz he’s our son. And that’s gross.

And when I say taste I mean kisses. Not anything else.

Edit: to see Luke check the reblog. Tumblr is being stupid

Lucifer

This man works very hard

Yet he does greatly care about his appearance

I think that Lucifer smells like smoke. Not in a bad way of course.

He spends so much time in his office, and I 100% believe he has a fire place in there.

His smell is probably comforting to a certain degree.

As for taste…

100% he tastes like demonous and really dark chocolate

I don’t think he’d eat milk chocolate

Mammon:

I’ll probably get some shade from this, but I think Mammon probably smells if cash and cigarettes. Maybe a bit of motor oil too.

I’m not saying it because I think he smokes, no

I’m saying this because I think he’s offer around people who smoke

I would think during his many, often, casino outings he plays with smokers

Perhaps people who smoke only to show their wealth

Or perhaps folks he owes money too.

And money has its own weird distinct scent.

The man might be broke 24/7 but I can almost guarantee he smells like cash.

As for taste, I’m not exactly sure how to describe it.

I think Mammon would taste cheap, but in a pleasant way.

Like how some convenience store food is just so comforting.

Like that

Leviathan:

I love Levi, and I don’t think he’d smell bad necessarily…..

But I don’t think he’d smell pleasant either.

Kind of an in between

A love it or hate it kind of sent.

Honestly I can see him smelling the most natural of everyone. Like maybe on occasion he’d put on perfume (anime themed of course) but very rarely.

I don’t think he’d put on scented deodorant or anything, instead opting for more scent less stuff.

Taste however

Bitch most certainly tastes like Cheetos, or some sort of chip. Also some soda

Think of Doritos and Mt. Dew Baja Blast

Like, this would most certainly be an o sticks for others.

I myself might not mind, but ugh it makes me shiver

Satan

He totally smells like old books

The amount of time he spends reading and looking through old books and stuff, the smell has definitely seeped into his clothing.

I personally enjoy the smell of books, be if new or old.

As for taste, it might not make much sense, but I think he’d taste like red wine.

I don’t think he really drinks like that, but it just makes sense to me.

Asmodeus:

His smell changes so often it’s overwhelming

Honestly he probably just smells overwhelming

I strongly believe that he naturally has a seductive scent, being the avatar of lust, but he also uses perfume.

I think those scents mixing creates a nauseatingly potent miasma that either smells really good to people, or it’s so overwhelming it makes you puke.

Think of going into a bath&bodyworks

As for taste, I’m not to sure. I originally wanted to say strawberry but I don’t think that’s correct.

My next thought was pink, but that’s not right either.

I believe Asmo tastes like cherries. Unexpected, but let me explain

To me, the taste of strawberries and the color pink are cutesy. That’s all they are. Cute, mellow, a shy chaste kiss on the cheek.

Cherry however is passionate to me. Sure of itself, assertive, yet so full of love.

A cherry kiss makes me think of a passionate meeting of lips, perhaps dipping the other.

A kiss that leaves you breathless and swooning

A kiss that isn’t just a kiss, but says so much.

A kiss that confesses a love so deep, it hurts.

Beelzebub

His scent changes based off what he’s doing.

Sometimes he’ll smell pretty “gross”, such as when he finished working out or playing a game and hasn’t showered yet.

But when he’s clean I believe he smells faintly of coconut and cucumbers.

The scent would be so so faint, but it’s there.

And I find that nice.

As for taste, I’m not to sure.

I don’t necessarily think Beel tastes good in all honesty. He eats so much, and so many different things.

Even things that aren’t food.

So I can’t say for sure with this.

Belphegor:

To say I dislike him would be accurate. I don’t particularly enjoy him. Amazing character, but if I was MC (so my personal MC lol) I wouldn’t be friends with him.

I couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as him.

But needless to say, I think he smells like cotton or something similar. Not washed linens, no no no

But definitely a soft smell that makes you think of a comfortable bed.

As for taste, I’m not to sure. I’m thinking blackberries

It’s a bitter berry, yet delicious all the same.

Kind of how I think the fandom sees Belphie.

Diavolo:

This will probably be an unpopular opinion

But I think Diavolo would smell like roses, specially the roses if the Devildom that grow in the palace gardens.

I would think he could have custom perfume made from it, and use it.

The smell would probably be pretty calming and comforting.

Something to try and offset how scary and intimidating he is.

As for taste, I think his taste is very mellow. Perhaps some sort of tea, like chamomile with honey.

Barbatos

He smells like clean laundry

I will not change my opinion on this.

He has to smell like clean laundry with a hint of lavender

There might be a bit of dust mixed in there, but not much.

As for taste, I know it would make sense for tea, but I think he tastes like macrons. Because macrons are his favorite food, or sweet at least.

I think he’d eat them whenever he could. Perhaps raspberry is his favorite flavour?

Simeon

Simeon almost certainly has a faint floral smell, though not of any specific flower.

It’s calm, and peaceful you know?

But not being able to pin what flower it is can elude to his shady nature.

I personally don’t believe Simeon is this pure, all forgiving, perfect being.

Honestly I think he’s on par with, or potentially worse than, the brothers.

But that’s what makes him so interesting.

For taste, this will make little to no sense.

I think he tastes like the sky. Just the vas openness, the clean blue, the freedom.

But perhaps I think that because loving Simeon is a sin.

Solomon

Another one that smells like smoke.

But his smoke is a little different.

It’s putrid in a way, hints of magic and ingredients lingering with the smoky smell.

He is a scientist to an extent, doing many experiments.

And those experiments don’t always work, sometimes they explode.

As much as I’d like to say he’d taste nice, I don’t think he does.

I can’t shake the feeling that Solomon tastes of newts and frogs.

See reblog for Luke, Tumblr won’t let me write for him here

See reblog

Character limit, see reblog

That’s why I can vividly see him running up and hugging MC, assaulting their nostrils with the smell of sugar, dust, and sunshine

Which is why I can vividly see him running up to hug me, and my nostrils are immediately assaulted with the smell of sugar, dust, and sunshine.

[sunsetsandsunshine]

If me and my mutual’s were the Spider-gang…

❤️EMERY AS MILES MORALES🖤 @sunsetsandsunshine

Y’ALL ALREADY KNOOOOWWWW 💘💞💖💕💗💓

Artist of the group

My Dad is a police officer AND detective sooooooo…

He has done the “You gotta say I love you back” thing to me multiple times…

Fucking loves having friends and talking to people

COMIC BOOKS ARE LIFE‼️ COMIC BOOKS ARE LOVE‼️

Keeping the collectibles I N S I D E of the box!!! IT STAYS NICE AND FRESH THAT WAY— LIKE PRODUCE YK???!!!

Tries to be quote on quote “cooler” in front of others…

Newsflash? It never works

💝 Family lover all the way 💝

Music is LIFE 🎶🎤🎵🎼…idfk what we’d do without it…

A collector of many random things— rocks, toys, bracelets you NAME it

Hyperactive as HELL

Has a hard time accepting loss

“NAH” “🫠” “UHM…” “AAAAAAAAHHHHH”

A sketchbook for literally every season

When it comes to friendships, I will try everything in my power to maintain it and try to keep it going but once I’m done? I’m done 🫶🏾

A singer 😩🤚🏾

Physical affection 🫣💕💓

Apologies WAAAAAAY too fucking much

H A P P Y. S T I M S.

Suppressed anger issues

Knows way too many people both online and irl

Becomes a whole different person when angry 🥸👍🏾

Beatboxes and raps horribly

Basically Miles is me and I’m Miles ❤️🖤

🤍JOJO AS GWEN STACY🩵 @shut-up-jo

Cool af legit why the hell are you friends with me man—

Musician of the group 🪗🎷🎻🎺🎹🥁🎸

Shows up to your house without warning like you owe her money

In a band (most def)

Says the most DIABOLICAL and out of pocket shit known to MAN

🔥 Would burn down the kitchen if she ever cooked 🔥

Listens to Billy Joel 😌

POPULAR AF

Short af too 🤪🫶🏼

BAD PICK-UP LINES…

Would be cancelled if any of her texts got leaked

“DIE” “KYS” “CHOKE” “STFU”

Had the WORST 2020 phase (I’m sorry ilysm please don’t kill me 🙏🏼)

AOT lover (as you fucking should )

Honesty is the best policy 💋

Changes her voice depending on who she’s talking to

Has the most fucking unhinged and cursed FYP page

Doesn’t matter what social media app…it’s just straight up CURSED

Gives the best advice like oml

Could host a TED-talk but would there’s a 99.9% she would get cancelled

Needs to take a flipping BREAK 💕

Could make a TV show with her life (with like a million specials and crossovers)

Licks the powder off the Doritos and/or Taki’s and puts them back in the bag 😶…

Has burned Barbie’s before

Unironically sings 'Dance Monkey' just because

Your so so silly I love you so much 🤍🩵

💛SANA AS PAVITIR🩷 @itzsana-kiddingmenow

If sunshine were a person 🌞

Has a really toxic fanbase…

✨Anxiety✨

The best cook out of all 4 of us probably

“🥺” “GRRRRRRR” “🙈” “NAUUUR”

Calls people adorable, cute etc but can’t handle when people say that to her 🥹💓

Your adorable btw ☺️

When she’s mad she doesn’t cuss that much but most def just says big words

#TOXICFRIENDSGANG

Takes selfies like every single second 📱

Has Snapchat probably

Has listened to JoJo Siwa’s Karma WAAAAY too many times…

Would fold like a lawn chair if poked in the side 💕

FANGIRL

✨ Bilingual queen ✨

Sobbed for DAYS when MatPat dropped his departure video…

Is way too fucking smart 😉

Has the Ultimate Alpha Sigma Gyatt Rizz but doesn’t know it quite yet 👁️🫦👁️

A tea lover ☕️🍵

Would go to antique stores with people to just look at things and then end up buying the whole ass store

Does cartwheels for funsies

Overthinker ☹️

Could solo Bakugou and win

Is going to be a menace one she learns how to drive

Needs more sleep frfr

My lil sugar cream puff over here you guys 💛🩷

💙ZEEZIE AS HOBIE BROWN❤️ @ziipzeepzop-eez

101% effort in E V E R Y T H I N G

Side-eyes 🤨

Has more rizz than the whole Earth population combined

“FW” “THAT’S RACIST” “TWWINNNN” “YUUURR”

EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS

Did I say emojis?

Comes up with the most cutest freaking nicknames for people 🥹💕🩷☹️💓✨

TAKE A BREAK 😡😡😡

Can most definitely win a dance battle against anyone but acts like she can’t

Dad jokes 🫶🏽

Uses finger guns unironically (through text and in person) 👉🏽👉🏽

Could make a diss-track about so many people 🫢…

Would have a million cats if she could

Probably had a Gacha Life phase

Would go to a movie theater just to watch cat videos on the big screen

Popular af 💕

Friends with legit everyone 🙏🏽

Would actually murder a man if they hurt one of her friends

Has watched Coraline and The Nightmare Before Christmas soooooo many damn times

Guillmero Del Toro’s Pinocchio made her ugly cry (Same here 🫠)

Could solo everyone here on Tumblr easily 👁️👄👁️

Hates Twitter/X but only has it for the ✨drama✨

FAIRY LIIIGHTS

Is most def someone’s opp ☺️

Can multi-task like crazy

So cool and dazzling and aahhhfhfhds 💙❤️

(If any of this makes any of you guys uncomfy just DM me and I can erase it 🫶🏾)

[spacefinch]

Pokemon Incorrect Quotes: Sinnoh Edition

Team Galactic Grunt:AAAAAAaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaaAAAAaaaaaaHHHHhhhhh!

Looker: Why are you running? WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?

Dawn: I'm in me mum's car, vroom vroom.

Johanna: Get out of me car!

Dawn: Aww.

Barry: *handing out Drifloons* I have no soul. Have a nice day!

Cyrus: I don't have one either.

Dawn: *filming*

Professor Rowan, walking into his lab every day: 

"Hello."

"Hello."

"Hello."

"Hello."

"Hello."

Lucas: See this man? He’s a magic man. He’s gonna touch this hot fire.

Flint: *touches electric fireplace*

Lucas: Oh man, he’s a magic man.

Looker: Why don’t we just relax, or turn on the radio? WOULD YOU LIKE HAM, OR—

Fantina: Hi, I'm Fantina and I'm your freestyle dance teacher.

Looker: *slides down a ramp* Good evening.

Dawn, Lucas, and Barry (gathered around a lettuce): Cabbasu, cabbasu, cab-a-su, LETTASU, LETTASU, LETTASUUUUUU!

Barry: We actually have the chip reader now.

Lucas: Oh yeah? *pulls out Dorito* hmmmm….

Barry: Oh it’s not gonna work with that kind of chiiiiii…….

Transaction completed.

Barry: I go to Home Depot

Barry: I eat the tools

Palmer: Stop it

Barry: Crumch

Cynthia: I swear, the next one of you to say "weird flex, but okay" is going to regret it.

Bertha: …

Flint: … 

Aaron: …

Lucian: Preposterous boast, but alas.

Cynthia: *facepalm*

Lucas: Early to bed, early to rise, Burger King burger with Burger King fries

Dawn: Later to rise, later to bed, Burger King burger on Burger King bread

Barry: Eat at morning, eat at night, I participate in a Burger King fight

Volkner: Normalize replying to emails with "what."

Lucas: Hey did you hear that Joe contracted ligma? They had to do a surgery on his updog.

Professor Rowan: Who’s Joe? What’s ligma? What’s updog?

Lucas: *inhales*

Dawn: Non-binary people don't owe you androgyny.

Barry: One does owe me money, though.

Dawn: No offense but…

Istanbul was Constantinople

Now it’s Istanbul, not Constantinople

Been a long time gone, oh Constantinople

Now it’s Turkish delight on a moonlit night

Every gal in Constantinople

Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople

So if you’ve a date in Constantinople

She’ll be waiting in Istanbul

Even old New York was once New Amsterdam

Why they changed it I can’t say

People just liked it better that way

Lucas: asadsfjdsglgjlks

Professor Rowan: What is that?

Lucas: It's a keyboard smash

Rowan: How do I do that?

Lucas: Just press any key lol

Rowan: 7

Barry: How long does someone have to be dead before it's considered archaeology and not grave robbing?

Cynthia: As an archaeologist, I find this a VERY AWKWARD QUESTION.

Barry: Answer the question, grave robber.

Barry: Before you leave the house, think of the acronym "WOWEE:"

Wallet

phOne

Wkeys

Egg

Egg (backup)

Volkner: You don’t have to "ship" things… just a reminder.

Lucas: Yeah, you could deliver them inste94q0ugpwsb nglsjki/rrhxbijbvnldkzOLHLNF>O(PJFVD

Volkner: Poor thing… walked right into an electrical fence while speaking…

Looker: *banging on door* OPEN UP, IT’S THE POLICE!

Lucas: It’s okay, I’m innocent.

Looker: THE FASHION POLICE!

Lucas: *looking down at sandals over socks* Oh no.

Fantina: Spirits, if you are here, speak to us.

Roark: JUST A CITY BOY, BORN AND RAISED—

Volkner: *reading AA battery label* Aaahh.

Volkner: *reading AAA batteries: AAAAAHHHH.

Volkner: *reading AAAA batteries:* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Palmer: Barry, go put those popsicles back.

Barry, grabbing all the popsicles and sliding away: YOU CAN'T MAKE ME DO ANYTHIIIIIING

Cyrus: We all die someday.  You either kill yourself or you get killed.  Whatcha gonna do?  Whatcha gonna do?

Barry: Really? EVERYBODY was kung fu fighting? I find that hard to believe. Stop feeding me these lies.

Lucas: Well it was really hard to see if it was everyone, you see they were as fast as lightning.

Dawn: And to be honest, it was a little bit frightening.

Lucian: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body.

Byron: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot.

Lucian: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!

Byron: Hmm... I've been drinking cola and my body's rust free... not sure where you're getting your facts from...

Cyrus: Team Plasma is going to change the world.

Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars: For the better?

Cyrus:

Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars: . . . For the better, right?

Flint: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes, or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

Cynthia: No, that's not how you make cookies.

Volkner, zipping into the room: FLOOR IT!

Flint: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!

Cynthia: You're GOING to burn the building down.

Flint: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE SUN TO MAKE THESE COOKIES!

Volkner: DO IT!

Cynthia: NO.

Roark, in front of a fence with Cranidos behind it: Even the babies are some of the most dangerous animals in the world, so I built this cage to keep them secure and there's no possible- OH MY ARCEUS

Byron: *hands Barry a harmonica*

Byron: you play it, you get a million Pokedollars, but a million people will die-

Barry: *furiously plays harmonica*

Byron: BARRY NO-

[angstymilfy]

One of my posts has a lot of comments regarding welfare/food stamps and its use/abuse.

I wanna get something straight. I know what I speak. I come from an extremely rural and mostly impoverished area, and grew up seeing this shit firsthand. There was even a one year period spent on food stamps (after my wealthy father’s wealthy lawyers bent my factory working mother over in court and literally took money from babies. Dad lied to force Mom to pay off a loan he took out alone, and solely benefited from. She had to get a second job and we had to go on welfare while she paid back money she didn’t owe). We were so humiliated we would only use them several counties over. Back then it was an extremely degrading process where it was made clear to everyone in the vicinity that you were using (paper) food stamps. They also had a lot of restrictions then (rightly) that they’ve since done away with. For one example, only FOOD could be purchased. You can buy most anything in the store with them now; I even saw where margarita mix is available.

Then as an adult I spent 5 years in social work and I can tell you the people lining up for as much free shit as they can get, are not usually the ones most in need. They’re just out to get all they can. They’d come with their salon nails, and fancy cell phones, and make the rounds at food banks, too, just to knock a few bucks off what little food bills they did have, if it gave them another $20 to blow on drugs/bullshit.

The truly needy, are always the last to ask for help. My Mom only took help as a last resort, while we also took every other food-scarce resource available. We’d even use milk from my aunt’s cows (and let me tell you, non-pasteurized milk is fairly disgusting, thick and….just….well we could taste what the cows were eating. The super nasty times were when they got into the green onions. 🤢)

We got off all that shit as fast as possible because my Mom did NOT want us to think that way of life was acceptable. We were taught to work hard and take care of our own damn selves.

Point is, today it seems a reverse trend where people are coddled and shielded, where they get little credit cards that don’t make it obvious they’re on the dole. Where everything is called an “entitlement.” God forbid any freeloaders feel an ounce of personal responsibility. They can buy trash “food” that won’t feed their families anywhere near as long as smarter purchases would. I’m sorry, if you’re really starving, a pot of beans would be a godsend that could feed you for a few days; but these people are loading carts with red bulls and doritos.

I know what true need looks like, and it’s not what most of the “needy” today look like.

The food stamp program needs a dramatic overhaul. Along with everything else in this broken country.

We are circling the drain here people.

[alfiebungo]

I want to impregnate Morikaze so bad. I wanthimto bear my children with those beautiful child-bearing hips. That beautiful, radiant, Ikenuma angel. Like a goddess, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins. Morikaze is beyond divine. I can’t help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I seehimbeautiful figure even though it's behind that unnecessary overdesigned outfit. I yearn forhimin a way both primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in United States history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat fromhimsmooth, creamy skin. I want to listen tohimmoans as my manhood throbs within her, I want to hearhimheart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal union. I want to suckle athimmotherly bosom, slurping that rich East Asian milk fromhimteat as he gently strokes my raging erection. I would stirhimvelvety cream into my coffee and let my balls boil in it.himcries of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand drone strikes. I would make love tohimuntil my body gave out, and then some. I would lethimbreak my rib cage with any part ofhimbody. I would lethimhit me withhimcar just to be nearhimfor a brief moment. He’s so perfect it hurts. Every moment withouthimI suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having shards of glass coated in hot sauce forced through every orifice of my body. I want her, I need her. I want to desecratehimduring one ofhiminfamous livestreams. I want to start a family withhimand retire after our twenty seven children have grown up and moved out. I want to see those luscious lips speak such filthy, perverse words into my ear while he slides ice cubes down my gaping psshole I want to fckhimlike he owes me money. I would lethimstep on me, just to feel the soft, firm warmth ofhimfeet upon my face and groin area. I would sleep underhimjust to catchhimdrool in my mouth. I would fish the strands of hair fromhimshower drain just to smellhimalluring scent, and braid them into necklaces to keephimwith me always. Or c0ck rings. Whichever would pleasehimmore. My queen, my goddess, the light of my life. Please God, let me have her. I wanthimto be mine and only mine. I would lick the Doritos dust fromhimfingers and fillhimbelly button with honey mustard to dip my tendies in. I would givehima sponge-bath with my tongue every morning and servehimbreakfast in bed. I would lethimeathimeggs and pancakes off my body if it pleased her, no matter how painful the third-degree burns would be. I would bear the torment of eternal damnation until the end of time to taste the seat ofhimcar but once. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her, nothing I wouldn’t say. I would beat my own friend to death with my engorged p3nis if it would bring a smile to Morikaze’s shining face. I wouldn’t even let myself cum until he gave me permission. I love you, Morikaze. Please. Be mine. Be my wife, my lover, my mommy, my everything. Say yes. Answer my calls, respond to my letters. Something. Give me a sign.

oh my god STOPW WHAT THE HELL

[dxsturbia]

Well Rebecca because you’re a spiteful bitch

You had a child with a known alcoholic and when he turned into an alcoholic you put him on child support and then you terminated your parental rights as temporarily as you thought that may be

And do not try to correct me because that is public record you put him on child support in 1995

He owes you absolutely nothing he owed Char and me

Because that’s who’s money was taken care of me really lets be honest

Rebecca likes to buy nice clothes and Christmas gifts to make it seem like she gives us everything

So that for the rest of the year she can sit on the couch eating Doritos and watching the real housewives

Char is dead

I was on my own before she passed

He owes me 

[krippe90]

Please God, I want to impregnate Übel so bad. I want her to bear my children with those beautiful child-bearing hips. That beautiful, radiant angel. Like a goddess, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins.

Übel is beyond divine. I can’t help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see her beautiful figure. I yearn for her in a way both primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in United States history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from her smooth, creamy skin. I want to listen to her moans as my manhood throbs within her, I want to hear her heart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal union.

I want to suckle at her motherly bosom, slurping that rich mana milk from her teat as she gently strokes my raging erection. I would stir her velvety Korean cream into my coffee and let my balls boil in it. Her cries of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand drone strikes. I would make love to her until my body gave out, and then some. I would let her break my rib cage with any part of her body. I would let her hit me with her car just to be near her for a brief moment.

She’s so perfect it hurts. Every moment without her I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having shards of glass coated in hot sauce forced through every orifice of my body. I want her, I need her. I want to desecrate her crisp general suit. I want to start a family with her and retire after our twenty seven children have grown up and moved out. I want to see those luscious lips speak such filthy, perverse words into my ear while she slides ice cubes down my gaping pisshole.

I want to fuck her like she owes me money. I would let her step on me, just to feel the soft, firm warmth of her feet upon my face and groin area. I would sleep under her just to catch her drool in my mouth. I would fish the strands of hair from her shower drain just to smell her alluring scent, and braid them into necklaces to keep her with me always. Or cock rings. Whichever would please her more.

God please, I would do anything for her. I would relinquish my life, all my hopes and dreams, just to become the socks on her feet so that I may warm her mouthwatering toes with my very being, so that she may feel the heat of my love always. I would encase myself in cement and become her doorstep, so that she may wipe her heels upon my face. I would tear my own limbs off. I don’t know what I’d do after that, or why she might want my limbs. But I would do it.

My queen, my goddess, the light of my life. Please God, let me have her. I want her to be mine and only mine. I would lick the Doritos dust from her fingers and fill her belly button with honey mustard to dip my tendies in. I would give her a sponge-bath with my tongue every morning and serve her breakfast in bed. I would let her eat her eggs and pancakes off my body if it pleased her, no matter how painful the third-degree burns would be.

I would bear the torment of eternal damnation until the end of time to taste the seat of her car but once. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her, nothing I wouldn’t say. I would beat my own mother to death with my engorged penis if it would bring a smile to Übel's shining face. I wouldn’t even let myself cum until she gave me permission.

I love you, Übel. Please. Be mine. Be my wife, my lover, my Mage mommy, my everything. Say yes. I see it in your eyes, when you’re up there on that throne talking about nuking Japan or whatever. Answer my calls, respond to my letters. Something. Give me a sign, Übel. I’m waiting for you.

I’ll always be waiting for you.

★ 【えいとぽんど】 「 ユーベルまとめ 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter

[cerebricarchives]

🦾: What the hell are you doing here?

🍍: heard the news bud. =in Trump's voice= you're fired.

🦾: The hell tell you that? I wasn't fired.

🍍: hmmm, no i read that post on Stampd. Surprise long-term vacation means corporate spits out another wad back into society. Hey man you got sriracha here?

🦾: still though why are you here, I mean should we keep a low profile about this or?

🍍: my guy you call me up after so many years for one thing that I don't know how the hell I'm supposed to pull off, and you don't want to at least hook up after that come on man I got some chips and drinks let's just chill for the night.

🦾: Well mind the mess, uh some of this is important so I'll just

*Kevin picks up the paper and blue prints of mechanical limbs and high tech weapons onto a computer desk, caked with dust. On the way kicking his feet against small plastic take out containers and empty beer cans, almost like hes about to trip. As he does, Everdread drops his goodie bag of candy and dorito-like chips and cracks open a tall can of beer, sitting his fat ass on the futon facing to a tv set up, with one TV playing general news to another TV plugged from a computer, with a desktop wallpaper of I don't know metal anime yeah that that would be something that Kevin would have"

🦾: well you're already treating like you live here. Besides how the hell did you find me?

🍍: the very scary thing about the internet. Just type in your name and you find everything. Stampd, Steam, Yelp review account, looking at the local places that you drop your one stars on and boom found you.

🦾: to clear things up Larson just thought I was just super stressed or whatever from working on the weapons project.

🍍: super stressed out?! You basically helped him with that company from square one, at this rate you're dead stressed.

🦾: well to be honest I never really took an actual vacation.. I suppose he's right that I should at least take it easy for how much the salary was worth me. $5,000. 2 months rent basically covers it if I don't spend it on dumb shit. Thing is the deadline for the weapons to be presented to the president himself apparently is less than that.

🍍: really makes you think 🤔

🦾: God shut up dude. =I don't know like he just like plays a random stream on the background= so listen... But maybe I pushed a little bit too hard about the whole money thing I could drop it for real.

🍍: I'm still mulling it over. I got ways in connections all across the board, after all I still owe you something. Not going to let that favor go. =Takes a deep swing of the local brew= still don't know why you want to go through with this.. you're making some bang money up in that security tech, making weapons for the army, that's got to be a good bonus or two. I mean shit you basically found the company. could be a millionaire by now, so what makes you think you need 29 more?

🦾: even if I was still chipping away with two jobs if I had the spine, to get to my own budget it's going to take years to get there. But the technology we got today I could spend on this for months if I could. And Metalix isn't going to push forward with this risk, Larson keeps pushing it back meanwhile the shiny new weapons get to be on the front lines.

🍍: I mean honestly at the end of the day it sounds like you just need some third party funding.

🦾: and if I show up at 30 million to Larson he's going to go ahead and really think about the cybernetic divisions.

🍍: yeah well, work shit is work shit okay man. If you're going to go ahead and take this vacation I say take it.

🦾: let's take it. 🍻

[misora-msby]

embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together. 

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying! 

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!” 

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better 

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u 

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO 

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?” 

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie 

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he 

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side. 

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.” 

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit 

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.” 

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.” 

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

[ellitx]

Please God, I want Venti to impregenate me so bad. I want to bear his children as much as he wants to. That beautiful, radiant white angel. Our lord and saviour, Barbatos, having come down to Teyvat to cleanse us of our sins.

Venti is beyond divine. I can't help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see his beautiful figure. I yearn for him in a way both primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than the Celestia in Khaenri’ah history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from his smooth, soft skin. I want to listen to him moan in my ears as his manhood throbs within me, I want to hear his heart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal union.

I want to suckle at his throbbing length, slurping that rich white fluid from his tip as he gently strokes my hair and shower me with praises. His grunts of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand drone strikes.

Please make love to me until my body gives out, and then some. I would let him break my rib cage with any part of his body. I would let him hit me with his bow just to be near him for a brief moment.

He’s so perfect it hurts. Every moment without him I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having shards of glass coated in hot sauce forced through every orifice of my body.

I want him, I need him. I want to desecrate his pure, white toga. I want to start a family with him and retire after our twenty seven children have grown up and moved out. I want to see those roguish lips speak such filthy, perverse words into my ear while he slides ice cubes down my chest.

I want him to fuck me like I owe him money. I would let him step on me, just to feel the soft, firm warmth of his feet upon my face and groin area. I would pay the tabs and debts from his visits at Angel’s Share just to spoil him rotten, and braid his hair to keep him with me always.

Or punishments. Whichever would please him more. God please, I would do anything for him.

I would relinquish my life, all my hopes and dreams, just to become the socks on his feet so that I may warm his mouthwatering toes with my very being, so that he may feel the heat of my love always. I would encase myself in cement and become his doorstep, so that he may wipe his shoes upon my face. I would tear my own limbs off. I don't know what I’d do after that, or why he might want my limbs. But I would do it.

My king, my lord, the light of my life. Please Celestia, let me have him. I want him to be mine and only mine. I would lick the Doritos dust from his fingers and let him fill my belly button with honey mustard to dip his tendies in. I would give him a sponge-bath with my tongue every morning and serve his breakfast in bed. I would let him eat his eggs and pancakes off my body if it pleased him, no matter how painful the third-degree burns would be.

I would bear the torment of eternal damnation until the end of time to taste the glass of his wine but once. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him, nothing I wouldn't say. I wouldn't even let myself cum until he gives me permission. I love you, Venti.

Please. Be mine. Be my husband, my lover, my everything. Say yes. I see it in your eyes, when you're up there on that stage singing about Vennessa or whatever. Answer my calls, respond to my letters. Something. Give me a sign, Venti. I'm waiting for you.

[lunarvalleysonagentleplanet]

A good person: donates money to city food banks on their tour stops.

A good person: gives what we would consider outlandish bonuses to her tour caravan drivers.

A good person: calls out for help mid song for her fans in the crowd.

A good person: makes sure security and venue workers have plenty of water on hand to distribute to her fans.

A good person: stops to take pictures with every fan at her movie premiere.

"there will be no explanation, only reputation"

"they're gonna crucify me anyway..."

No matter what she does it's too much or never enough for a vast majority of her fans.

I wouldn't want to keep playing the game either.

She doesn't owe any of us strangers a reason for how she is living her life, and the best we can do is just speculate about things.

If you want to ignore all the kindness she has put out, the Miss Americana tears, the call to register to vote, the Biden-Harris cookies, etc. that's your choice.

Taylor shouldn't need to denounce the Dorito Dictator when she has previously done so. And she shouldn't have to in order for us to vote against him in November, cause that's just common sense.

As for BM: I myself have coworkers who are Trump supporters. I can't not associate with them. So we put on our brave faces, smile and nod, be civil, and get on with our lives. Because let's face it, anyone still insistent on voting for him isn't going to have their mind changed so why waste our energy.

https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/taylor-swift-brittany-mahomes-reported-173400052.html

https://www.marca.com/en/nfl/kansas-city-chiefs/2024/08/31/66d2f11946163f19528b457b.html

If her and TK are real: sometimes you have to put up with your partners dumb friends or their unappealing coworkers; it doesn't mean you share their views. It means you're an adult.

If her and TK are a contractual PR arrangement: then obviously NDAs are involved and again means having to put up with unappealing "coworkers". It doesn't mean you share their views. It means you're in a business deal and don't want to possibly be in breach of contract.

Nothing here should detract from the absolutely poetic lyrical masterpieces that she has provided for us for the past 2 decades.

It's insane to expect her to keep speaking up and voicing her already known opinions and put even more targets and crosshairs on her back.

"and the voices that implore, "YOU SHOULD BE DOING MORE", to you I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it."

Whats our explanation for Taylor hanging out with people like BM yet she cant be seen with Karlie because her connections will „taint taylors image“? I always believed in that reasoning but lately i dont see a single reason why she cant casually introduce Karlie back into her life

Anonymous said:

why is taylor allowed around brittany mahomes out trump supporter but not karlie kloss who at least publicly supports harris and the good causes

———

SR: Fair questions. Maybe our thinking was right for most of the time. But now, according to our emoji anons, Taylor is going to tank her own image.

Perhaps her current motivation in hanging out with the oaf and KC’s trash (Brittany) is to tank her image so that Karlie can be the hero. People will be so glad to see her with Karlie rather than these people. They will see how happy she is with Karlie, and that Karlie is Team Harris.

Others may have a better answer but these are my thoughts 💭

[blue-angel-wings]

Bishop Drabble - take your times

18+ (because I got a little nasty for a brief moment hehe)

Characters: Bishop Losa x Reader (Y/N), basically all the Mayans briefly but mainly Angel, Coco, Gilly.

Summary: Reader is a single mum and close with the Mayans specifically Bishop, because they crushing on each other. And Emily Galindo being a bitch because I don’t like her 😊.

Warnings: Cursing, horny talks but not full blown smut, slight talk of injuries.

Word count: 3,768 it’s longer because I got carried away 😈

You had known the Mayans since you were little, although your Father wasn’t a patch he always helped them.

As a day job your Father owned a small car dealership and would often frequent Romero scrap and salvage for odd pieces to use on whatever new vehicle he was working on, but behind the calm face of a man who liked cars and bikes, was a trained assassin, murder for hire, hitman, whatever you wanted to call it. So over time your Dad did jobs for the Mayans. Through that they met you and whilst your Mother didn’t really like the Mayans knowing your family she had to admit it was useful always having a group of knights in shiny leather to hand.

Your father had been killed one a run with them when you were sixteen years old, and ever since then the club had take your Fathers place with you and your mother. She worked the bar sometimes and whilst you chose to work elsewhere you always attend the parties, well as much as you could whilst also being a single parent. At the age of eighteen you became a mother to a beautiful baby boy you lovingly named Rio. The guys were shocked but supportive and excited for the new little baby in their lives. The Dad of your son decided that a baby wouldn’t work for him so he ran. Not like you needed him.

Yours and Bishop’s relationship had only just started, you had been on a few dates but you spoke constantly and you may have slept with him on a few occasions, because who could resist a man like that. He had started to find you attractive once you showed up more. For your safety and now Rio’s your Mother kept you away from the guys until you were in your twenties, so when you turned twenty one and could legally drink you knew exactly where you were going to get wasted for the first time. The clubhouse.

Ever since Bishop saw you in a tiny black dress that made your body just look too good he knew we wanted you but stayed back not wanting to look like a perv who only dated girls half his age. He admired you for years, how you raised Rio somewhat alone, how you always helped the club without a complaint, how you deeply cared for the guys and he just couldn’t helped that he fell for you more and more.

But he was done waiting and at Rio’s eighth birthday party, whilst you stood there playing nice with the other parents from the prestigious school you sent Rio to, and whilst wearing jeans that Bishop swore were painted on, he asked you out.

You thanked the heavens he did because you were getting sick of the waiting game.

A few months had passed and although you had been on dates, Bishop was yet to ask you to be his. It was almost like he was still scared that you would reject him. During the day he was almost shy around you not saying much or interacting with you as much as you hoped almost like he feared he would say or do something wrong, but at night he’d have you shaking in ecstasy on a bed drenched with your arousal, whilst whispering the nastiest shit you’d ever heard.

You didn’t think too much about it you knew he loved you deep down he was just struggling to say it, he had no problem showing it through his actions and you saw the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t looking. But saying the words that would make you his girl officially, he just couldn’t manage do that.

At Rio’s birthday he had been gifted a skate board. A small red plank of wood you swore would be the end of your son. And although Angel had also purchased a helmet to go with it, your son seemingly refused to wear it. He constantly rode it without the helmet no matter how much you asked him to, it was like he was allergic.

You had taken the board away once he started to show zero regard for himself and others. Swerving through people on the sidewalk was okay if it was quiet and people moved out the way in time, but once he started heading towards the roads without his helmet you called time on his little Tony Hawk phase.

A few weeks passed before he grew restless and bored without it. He had come looking for you with full safety gear on, helmet, knee pads, elbow pads and little gloves. And you cracked, you gave him back his death board and sent him on his way.

Rio’s school was just out of Santo Padre and about 45 mins away from your home, it was a bit of nuisance being so far from you but your son was smart, too smart. He had eidetic imagery or as some would say photographic memory. He had shown signs when he was little, about 4 or 5, when he was able to recall in perfect detail his toys as if they were still there in front of you. It was terrifying to you but when the doctor explained what it was you were stunned. Due to his abilities you sent him to a school that burned a whole in your pockets each month but was perfect for your little boy. He loved it, he excelled at all subjects aced every test and had a big group of friends that were surprisingly pleasant children.

The Mayans clubhouse was only twenty minutes away from Rio’s school. And when work had started to get busier, you couldn’t pick him up from school anymore. You generally finished worked at the boutique in town at 4:30 an hour after Rio had finished school, you hadn’t given him a key to the house out of fear he would lose it, so you suggested he’d ride his board to the clubhouse and then once you were done you would pick him up. It worked out great, the guys loved having him there and you got to see Bishop more.

The guys were just chilling at the club, the younger ones were playing poker and smoking whilst the elders were in templo.

‘What the fuck prospect!?’ Slamming his cards on the table in a frenzy, Coco practically threw his money at the chuckling Ezekiel who in return shook his head at the snipers antics.

‘Not a prospect anymore bro, imma patch now.’ He said smugly, pointing lazily at the patch on his kutte.

‘Keep taking my money and I will change that real quick.’ Coco was pissed, he owed Ez about $300 from just this afternoon alone.

At the front porch Angel and Gilly were working the yard when they heard the slight rattling of small wheels of the stones, lifting their heads just in time to see the arrival of Rio on his board. They had to admit when they purchased the board for him they were worried he’d be crap at it and give up, but we wasn’t. The guys sometimes rode behind him on their bikes just to watch his skate. It was mesmerising.

Happily finishing up their work, Angel nudged Gilly towards the clubhouse to tell the others of your son’s arrival.

‘Hey, Rio’s here.’ The larger man bellowed into the space causing the other Mayans to stop what they were doing and follow him out.

Outside Angel had Rio swinging from his neck, when Rio was around the Mayans he deliberately acted younger to get more attention, the guys didn’t do anything to stop him they enjoyed him acting all silly and somewhat babyish, it stopped the sad truth of him getting older right before their eyes from rising to the surface.

‘Hey little guy, how was the ride in?’ El presidente asked the boy whilst messing with his hair, that he spent hours getting perfect for school.

Bishop was closest to Rio, well joint with Angel. Rio saw Bishop as a father figure, much to your delight, and Angel as a brother figure.

‘It was okay, some car was following me really closely and honking at me.’ He pouted whilst spinning the wheels on his board.

The men perked up at the sound of somebody pestering the young boy.

‘ I don’t know why though, mama says I can ride in the road if I stay to the side out of the way with my helmet on.’ Rio didn’t seem to be upset, more worried he was defying your rules of riding his skateboard.

‘Well, what did the car look like?’ Creeper asked whilst blowing the smoke from his cigarette behind him, being mindful of the small child in front of him.

‘A black Lexus RX Hybrid, black tinted windows, driver was a middle aged male, bald, tattoos up his arms.....’ the boy rambled on, his memory working overtime. The guys stopped him mid way through not wanting him to worry himself with the stranger who was bothering him. They assured him he did nothing wrong and took him into clubhouse.

None of the other guys recognised description of the car or driver, but Ez did. He knew who was sat in the back of the vehicle, whilst they texted him and continued to call upon him every waking second of the day. He heard the sound of a car coming to a halt at the front of the scrap yard, he knew this was the car that was following Rio plus he saw the man Rio had described in great detail. He glanced at his phone to check if his suspicions were true. His screen was flooded with notifications of texts and calls, and some social media notifications, all from the same person.

Emily Galindo.

She had been contacting Ez, at first he didn’t mind the contact from his ex, he selfishly used to want the relationship to rekindle with the married woman, but now with Gabby in his life he didn’t, he wanted her gone. She nodded to his trailer, with a pleading look is her eyes he succumbed to her request, checked nobody was around and headed to his trailer.

‘Do you have any Capri-Suns i’m kinda thirsty?’ Rio asked, cheekily checking behind the bar for something to eat hoping one of guys would fulfil his request. Bishop smirked reached into the fridge round the corner and retrieved two orange Capri-Sun pouches and grasped the bag of Doritos they kept on top of the fridge for him to munch on as well.

‘How’s school going mate?’ Bishop genuinely enjoyed talking with Rio because he reminded him of you, he much like yourself, was so passionate even over the little things.

Bishop played with Rio’s discarded school tie, folding it neatly knowing you hated ironing it.

‘It was alright, we learning about dinosaurs in science which is cool cos I really like Jurassic park and I’m gonna ask mama later if we can watch it.’ Rio exclaimed loudly waving his hands around wildly. He continues to tell Bishop about school, avoiding telling him about the masses of homework that was set knowing the older man would tell him to do it and wouldn’t drop it until it was done. The conversation was interrupted by Angel who had just got finished on a call.

‘Hey Rio, your Mum just called saying she got caught up at work and won’t be picking up til 5.’ The oldest Reyes told the child who was seemingly unbothered by the change of plans, but the news had Bishop frowning, why didn’t you call him, you knew he didn’t have Templo today so he would have his phone on him?

‘Okay, can I go practice my kick flips out front?’ He asked the president.

‘Yeah sure, take one of guys to watch you incase you fall, and remember to map out where your skating with the cones.’

‘Yeah I think I can remember that.’ He teased the older man, by referencing his condition.

The guys had bought these little orange cones for him to use when he was skating in the yard so he didn’t get in the way of them working.

Bishop lightly shoved him in the direction of the door with a shake of his head, he needed to call you, the jealously he felt when you called Angel instead of him was growing unbearable. Was it Angel stretching out your tight little pussy each night? Was it Angel that had you screaming with his head between your legs? Was it Angel that you called Daddy? Was it Angel that had you making the most delicious moans?

No it wasn’t, it was Bishop.

So why weren’t you calling him?

It was 5:30 when you pulled up to the scrap yard to retrieve your child. You surveyed the grounds looking for Rio once you had parked. But when you were greeted with the noise of laughter, you opted to follow that. Turning off your car you headed to the front porch where a groaning Coco was laying on the floor clutching his arm. You walked over not too worried seeming as the sniper had sustained worse injuries than a scrape on the arm.

‘You okay there Coco baby?’

You squatted beside the man and glanced as the injury on his arm, there wasn’t more that’s a slight graze on his elbow however from he noises he was now making you’d think he’d been shot.

‘No! This piece of sh-‘ you clapped a hand over this mouth before he could finish once you realised that the giggling you heard earlier came from your son, who sat comfortably in Gilly’s lap at the bench a few feet away. Standing up, leaving Coco to get on with it, you walked over to your son to kiss his forehead.

‘You okay baby? School was good?’

‘Yeah it was good we are doing dinosaurs in science so I was wondering if I can watch Jurassic park tonight to learn more about T-rex’s, please? ‘ he pleaded with both hands clasped together.

‘Of course baby.’ You went to say more but you saw Bishop on the step, looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

You knew why though, in an attempt to push Bishop to ask you to his girl you messed with him a little by deliberately calling Angel instead of him to inform the guys of the change of plans. Normally you wouldn’t mess with the man who so clearly had control of the reigns in the relationship but you were sick of waiting, you wanted him and he wanted you, the hickies on your breasts and inner thighs confirming that.

You kissed Rio’s head and Gilly’s, once he jokingly pointed to his forehead, and headed towards Bishop. He turned without a word and heard towards the clubhouse, the guys waited a few minutes before following suit, not wanting to miss the potential start of your long awaited romance. Rio was left alone to skate outside after he said he wanted to practice a little more, Angel was happy to leave him out there alone knowing he could ride perfectly fine.

Bishop sat on a couch in the far corner and when you went to sit next to him he grasped your wrist and manoeuvred you onto his lap, well this is a good start you thought.

‘How was work?’ He asked whilst sneaking a peek at your cleavage that you pushed up slightly before you left work.

‘It was good, busy which is good. A little tired and my feet hurt.’ You answered, slightly wriggling your feet. Bishop caught on quickly, removing you shoes and and starting to rub your feet slightly, causing a slight moan to slip from your lips.

‘Y/N I want to ask you something.’

Here it comes, you acted calm almost ignorant to what he was saying but inside you were screaming.

‘I really like you and I love spending time with you, you make me feel like a little kid with his first crush. You’re my first thought in the morning and last thought at night. I wanna be with you always and forever, so i was won—‘

‘Hey!’

Bishop’s monologue was cut short by a small voice you recognised to be your son’s. Every head in the clubhouse turn so quickly you feared they all get whiplash.

Grabbing your shoes and placing them haphazardly on your feet you all but sprinted to the front porch, where the now female voice could be heard.

Running out you saw your son sat on the floor fighting back tears and Emily Galindo standing over him slightly. She obviously was leaving Ez’s trailer, because that’s what married women do, they meet with their ex’s in trailers behind their husband’s back.

‘Hey baby you okay, are you injured?’

You rushed to your sons side as well as Bishop, who carefully picks up Rio’s skate board that was currently sporting a large crack in the middle of the wood.

‘No, I’m okay mama.’ He whispered growing embarrassed at the crowd around him, his bottom lip started to tremble telling you that tears where only moments away. Bishop started brushing the hair off of Rio’s face to calm the young boy, he too knew Rio hated crying in front of crowds.

‘What happened sweetheart?’ You spoke quietly not wanting to blow up too much in front of your son, you’d had a long day at work and you didn’t have time for a confrontation today. You wanted this sorted so you can go back to Bishop and then go home.

‘He wasn’t watching where he was going!’ The blonde woman spoke, the venom in her voice unnecessary in this situation.

‘I wasn’t fucking talking to you!’ Apparently you did have time today. All heads snapped to you and Gilly managed to scoop Rio into his arms before you whipped yourself in front of the culprit of your son’s upset.

‘So that warrants you to push him!? A small, eight year old child!? Did you not see the cones hun? They are bright fucking orange, maybe if you lifted your head of your ex’s dick for a moment you would see my son skating out here.’ The guys were loving it, watching with smirks on their faces.

‘Somebody should’ve been watching him.’

‘Hah okay sweetheart.’ You scoffed, you worked in retail you could handle opportunists like Emily Galindo.

‘I’m hardly gonna take parenting advice from you, am I? Mrs Galindo.’ You emphasised her name in the hopes she’d remember her marriage and start acting like a wife.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Well you’re hardly mother of the year, not after your practically gave your son away to a terrorist.’ You weren’t backing down, gasps were heard throughout the yard, the hang-arounds emerging in the hopes of a fight.

‘Thats not fair, they were armed and I was terrified.’ She tried to reason with you, who would try to rationalise their son’s kidnapping?

‘See that’s the difference between you and me, Emily, see they would have to pry my son from my cold, dead hands.’

‘They were shooting people right in front of me!’

‘I’d let them shoot every motherfucking bitch in this town before they ever laid a hand on my child!’

You screamed in her face, women like Emily didn’t deserve the love or attention they received.

‘I just hope his four nannies that actually raise him coped alright during that time.’ That was it, the final straw. She raised her hand but you never cowered, she went to slap you but al she could do is try. You got there first taking the board from Bishop’s hands and slapping her in the stomach, so it’s not as obvious as a face injury, you didn’t fancy having the cartel on your ass.

She doubled over in pain and screamed, clutching her ribs. You didn’t hear a crack but you knew it mustn’t of ickled.

‘Ez take the whore back to her car, tell the driver the pain is due to her period that’s just started, and it’s nothing to worry about.’

Ez nodded and quickly moved Emily from the scene, not daring to speak a word incase he got the same treatment.

You spun around and thanked heavens that Gilly had taken Rio inside, although you knew the Mayan would be pissed that he missed the altercation.

‘Damn Mamas you got some claws!’ Taza was the first to break the silence, beaming at you and your display of violence. You pulled into his embrace and chuckled.

‘Yeah it was kinda hot seeing you all angry’

Of course Coco was the one to turn it into a dirty joke. All the guys gathered round you and starting joking about you joining UFC.

But one man was quiet, too quiet. Bishop was yet to move a muscle let alone say anything, you worried it was too much and that your outburst made him change his mind.

The guys followed your eyes to the president behind them.

‘Let’s go inside and check on Rio, yeah guys?’

Riz encouraged the guys to move, catching on that you needed a moment alone with their president.

‘Bishop I’m so sorry about that, I just freaked when I saw Rio on the floor, I know this probably fucks things up with Galindo. And I get it if you take back what you said inside, it’s just I—‘ you were stopped short by a pair of lips on yours, you took a few seconds or realise they were Bishop’s, you moved your lips in sync with his and after what felt like a lifetime you pulled away for air.

‘I guess I gotta make you mine to watch over you now. Can’t have to terrorising the streets with the this can I?’ He joked whilst holding up Rio’s now fully snapped board

‘You still wanna be with me after that?’

‘Yeah I do because I’m in love with you.’

You melted right there on the spot, you laughed a little at your previous panic.

He leant in close to whisper in your ear

‘Plus Coco was right, it was fucking hot.’

You groaned and palmed his chest playfully. You finally had it, a perfect little family, it was about time. You went back to kissing Bishop and at this moment nothing could go wrong.

‘Hey, my board! What the hell Mom!’

Taglist: @mayans-sauce @one-shot-plus-size

[jalapeno-princess]

Grocery Shopping With Mark

* Dude grocery shopping with your significant other is my ideal date I’m not even joking

*Forget going to the movies or ice skating bitch

* I want to go grocery shopping with Mark

* I think he’d be so much fun to go with

* Okay so, you have a love for grocery shopping which Mark never understood

* The two of you would be cuddling on your couch one day when you would randomly stand up and block the tv

* “Let’s go grocery shopping.”

* He’d look at you in confusion because y’all just went a few days ago

* But he wouldn’t say anything because of how much he knew you loved going to the grocery store

* He knows how cold some areas of the store could get, so he would always give you one of his jackets to wear

* If he’s lazy, he will jump in the cart and force you to push him like the big baby he is

* But most of the time he stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist while placing his chin on your head as you push the cart

* To your dismay, this boy would deadass put anything and everything in to the cart

*He would probably use his charm to distract you from seeing everything he was sneaking in to the cart

*Like he knew sweater paws were a weakness of yours so he would do it while secretly placing three different types of Doritos inside

*You wouldn’t notice until you started placing things inside yourself

* “Mark, do we really need marshmallow fluff-“

* “Yes.”

* “But you don’t even use it we still have the one you bought almost a year ago.”

* Him kissing you to prevent you from talking even though you were right

* He would make you go through every single aisle just to make sure he wasn’t missing out on anything

* Even if you had no reason to go there

* “Why are you looking at dog food? We don’t have a dog.”

* “Then we better go get one to feed this food to.”

* The two of you constantly bickering over the smallest things

* You trying to save money and wanting to buy the generic brands because there really is no difference

* Him wanting nothing but the best even if it means spending more

* “They literally have the same exact ingredients babe let’s just get this one it’s cheaper.”

* “Yeah but that’s the knock off brand I want the real thing it’s only two dollars more I can taste the difference.”

* Sometimes you regret taking him with you because of how picky he is

*But he will complain nonetheless

*One time you brought home the target version of Kraft mac and cheese and he didn’t talk to you for almost 3 days

* At least you have someone to carry the bags when he tags along

* Him staying in an aisle for too long because he’s debating between two items

* “Babe which one? Brownie flavored chips ahoy or chocolate covered Oreos?”

* “Chocolate covered Oreos.”

* “But babe...Brownie flavored chips ahoy.”

* “Then get the chips ahoy.”

* “But babe-“

* You ending up taking both the cookies from his hands and throwing them in to the cart

* Him smirking in to your neck while taking his place back behind you

* Back to the bickering

* One of the number one things on your list is ice cream

*You honestly don’t care about anything else but ice cream

* You literally grab seven pints causing Mark to raise his brows at you

* “Why are you getting seven pints might as well you get a gallon.”

* “One for every day this week.”

* You motion for him to pick one for himself and earning yourself a confused look

* “You’re not gonna share with me? That’s seven pints babe SEVEN.”

* “You know how much I love my ice cream you’re the one who’s getting a bunch of cookies. Wait, when did you add the nutter butter mARK-“

* Him running away every time you found something random in the cart

* Idk why but I can see his dorky ass loving the smell of freezers (because bitch I do idc if it’s weird freezers smell so fresh BUT ANYWAYS)

* If he went missing, you knew you could find him in the freezer aisle

* One time he got caught by an employee for holding the door open for too long and was asked to close it

* He hid his face in your neck from embarrassment

* “Sometimes I forget you’re 26 because your dumb ass acts like you’re 5.”

*He even went to a cashier once because he couldn’t find you and you weren’t answering your phone

*”Miss Y/n, please come to register 12. Your boyfriend Mark is looking for you.”

*Him looking very guilty when you go to get him

*”Seriously Mark?”

*”Babe, they have speakers in the store for a reason. Kids get lost all the time.”

*”YOU’RE 26 YEARS OLD I S2G-“

* Even if you’re wearing his jacket, he would pull you closer to his chest and run his hands along your arms in attempts to keep you warm

* He would probably get all sappy if y’all were to walk through the baby aisle

* “I can’t wait to settle down and start a family with you my love. You’d be such the cutest little pregnant lady. By the way, I want a lot of kids, so be prepared.”

* “You just love having sex. Nympho.”

* Him wiggling his brows at you because it’s true

* “You ain’t wrong. But I really want a big family with you one day. However, I kinda want it to be just the two of us for now. Let’s go to the condom aisle I’m running out because of how much sex we’ve been hav..OW.”

* BOY IF YOU DON’T

* Honestly, grocery shopping with Mark is your favorite past time

* He’s very cute and cuddly when y’all go shopping and it warms your heart knowing he comes to accompany you even if you think he finds it boring

*He doesn’t though

*He knows how much joy it brings you and he does whatever he can to make you happy

*Plus he’s still triggered by the mac and cheese so he wants to be able to choose what he wants too

*Even if he can be a pain in the ass when he does go with you sometimes

* You wouldn’t want it any other way

* Until you see the receipt and notice that he bought 8 different hand towels for no reason other than the fact that he loved how soft they were

* You were never taking him with you again

[graceful-defender-of-paris]

Theonsa & Robbaery + couple board game night,

1278 words (i got a little bit carried away for a drabble)

The Stark family were as thick as thieves. A day wouldn't go by when there wasn't at least one stark family member popping up and commandeering their house. They would, of course, see each other at the ‘stark family Sunday brunch’, Margaery always liked to tease that the only thing separating them from the Brady bunch was better hair.

Arya would come over for breakfast and steal their cereal (Margaery had now taken to buying four boxes of coco pops just to keep up with demand), he would find Jon crashing on his couch after a night of broody drinking, Theon was much the same but he wouldn't start quoting Edgar Allan Poe while piss drunk.

Though, hearing Jon shout “Quoth the Raven ‘Nevermore’” while squawking as a bird did make for good blackmail material it was still fairly annoying at three am.

Rickon would turn up to take over his x-box or switch with Lyanna Mormont while Bran would come over and gossip. 

Nobody knew how he was always the first to find out everything, he even knew that Margaery was pregnant before she did. It made for quite an awkward Sunday brunch as his wife had made herself a mimosa when bran from the far side of the table ominously said “I wouldn't do that if I were you… it's not good for the baby.”

Margaery was still a bit peeved about it, and since she can’t do her usual cocktail parties she had taken to having game night- which Bran was notably absent for(she didn't want him to reveal the babies gender and she wasn't taking any chances). 

Which brings them to now.

Theon, Sansa, Arya, Gendry and Jon had been invited over for a few games of UNO, and monopoly.

His wife was rushing about the house cleaning and setting up their living room with bowls of salsa, crisps, and for some reason a wide assortment of pies and lemon cakes.

 “Honey, why are you fluttering about? We're only having the usual over we’re not expecting the queen.” he put his arms around her from behind, with his head resting on hers and his hands cradling her bump. 

She melted into his arms and released a sigh, “Everything needs to be perfect for tonight, ive decided that Sansa and theon have to realise their head over heels for each other. I love Sansa but if I hear her wistfully sigh over Theon one more time I will lock them in a cupboard.” she paused making guacamole in thought “that's actually not a half-bad plan, do you think the pantry would do?”

Reaching for her hand he spun her around to face him. Her gorgeous brown curls were in a haphazard bun with wisps framing her face, she had traces of flour decorating her cheeks and Robb felt unbelievably lucky to have her in his life.

“I don't think it's your best matchmaking idea love.”

Nodding, she added, “No. my best was obviously Gendry and Arya but continue.”

“Well, I was going to say you and me but okay. I’ve seen Sansas heartbroken so many times I don't know if I could bear to see my brother in all but name be the cause of that.” 

He knew he could trust theon to take care of her, he had grown up with Theon as he grew out of his self-destructive ways and he did have to admit, they did make each other happier. He wasn't gonna be an asshole older brother threatening theon because he knew Arya would do that for him (and would scare theon a lot more than he could).

“That's why tonight we are playing monopoly”

“Huh?”

Margaery's face lit up with a devious smile, “A game that tears families apart-so we know they will be together through thick and thin. And, instead of being frustrated they will only be sexually frustrated”

Ding dong

That’s Sansa. She's the only one who will at least ring the doorbell before barging in.

“Hiya! Are we the first ones to arrive” Sansa came strolling into the kitchen, going over to hug Margaery followed by Arya and Gendry.

Arya hopped up onto the counter, grabbing the bag of Doritos and began digging into the guacamole. He swatted her hands away and shooed her and Gendry into the living room- Arya grumbling the entire time.

He knew Margaery wanted a moment alone with Sansa to mention theon and get the ball rolling.

Arya was happily munching on crisps, with her legs thrown over Gendrys lap. Yeah, he could see why Margaery thought that this was her crowning match. 

Jon came in next, sat down promptly on the sofa and started shuffling the Uno cards. 

Following him was theon whose first words that came out of his mouth was “wheres Sansa?”. Robb felt his mouth quirk into a self-satisfied smirk this was going to be too easy.

                                                 *************

Three hours, five games of Uno and Two hours into Monopoly things were proving to not be as easy as he presumed.

Arya had been caught out cheating after she flung her arms in the air to celebrate winning and all her cards went flying out from her hoodie. 

Margaery had started crying when she had to pick up 12 cards (he argued on her behalf that it was against the rules but gods Jon was ferocious when it came to the rules and since they were playing house rules anything goes).

Gendry gracefully lost 3 out of the 5 games- Jon lost the other 2 and was still sulking), and eventually they were on to monopoly.

All hell broke loose

He found himself accusing his Jon of stealing $200 from his pile that he should still have from passing go. Margaery was sitting pretty (as always) as had almost all of Mayfair and with hotels on all of her properties. Arya coincidentally was cursing her out every chance she got since she was being bled dry by Margaery after landing on her property for six times in a row.

Theon was still probably stuck in jail and Gendry was currently dissecting the rule book like he was back in biology cutting open a frog all to determine how much money Arya owed for landing on Park Place.

The arguing had reached a fever pitch when he finally noticed Margaery's intense stare upon him. Her eyes were wide and with a Chesire grin she looked like the cat that got the cream and he finally realised that Sansa and Theon weren't there. 

“I'm going to get more dip” Margaery stood up suddenly and walked out of the living room, making eyes at him so he knew to follow. Nobody else seemed to notice or care as Jon started shouting about what does free parking even mean?!

Walking out into the corridor he found an over the moon Margaery blocking the door to the kitchen. 

“You can't go in” he could even hear her smile.

“Why not?”

“Well, she's showing him her community chest if you know what I mean…” giggles were breaking out but she attempted to keep her composure “they're Maryle-boning”.

As much as he supported them dating he was very much not interested in seeing ANY OF THAT, “Oh god I don't want to know. Our food is there!”

Margaery threw her arms over his shoulders and whispered into his ear “I’ll let you stay in my penny lane” and winked at him.

Well, it's not like anyone is going to miss them while they're arguing and proceeded to let Margaery lead him into their room. 

It was a good board game night all in all.