Maybe money alone can't buy happiness, bc it isn't a product, but you can't sit there with a straight face and tell me that the end of housing insecurity, food insecurity, lack of medical care, etc, that these things which would tangibly improve people's lives would not bring us happiness. Fuck off.
k. I can’t post the whole thing of course but I was pretty proud how the coloring came out. :) (it’s an old sketch but I was debating whether to share this BUT HERE WE ARE!!!! :))
There wasn't a whole lot of people willing to put up with the Beasts and their rowdy presence in their cityscapes. Bars were often left ruined for one reason or another and parking lots were thoroughly marked by squealing tires. Even less were respectable businesses likely to deal with one ornery old bastard and his penchant for violence should he be easily pushed to it.
And while irritation lingered on his mood since his men had been screwed over in recent memory, his focus was now on the concerning chug of his precious bikes motor. She didn't sound as smooth as she once did, going to show how often he rode her and for how much of his life he took her on the road.
Kaido didn't need any of his men present for what he thought would be a quick pitstop nor did he bother calling for an appointment as anyone who's anybody would know who rode in and not to question any further than what they could do for him. He'd gone slower than normal to get to the shop in a bid to ease his old girl her pain.
Running up into a spot within the shop and popping the kickstand out, Kaido was not of the mind of accepting a refusal from anyone especially not from the pretty little lady he'd heard was the best there is from word on the street.
"Is that woman working this time of night? I want her, and only her to work on my bike. I don't trust nobody else to fix my girl!" Ignoring the looks he got, Kaido would stay near his bike with club in hand until he saw who he wanted. That is, unless she wasn't there in the first place. An embarrassment he would not tolerate without damaging something on his way back out should it come down to it.
Sorry of the OOC Spam but... Vent under the cut. TW for dark shit.
So I went to take a shower after posting the poll on whether or not I should resurrect my Deadpool muse. Come back to these anons.
I'm...
Really? The only reason Hydra got Wade to do anything for them was because He was approached by a clone of Captain America that he was unaware was a fucking clone and was manipulated. He's not omnipotent even if he can break the fourth wall.
And after he realized what he done he immediately regretted it, but could not do much against it because he would have put his daughter at risk.
In short, he is not a Nazi. He is not a white supremacist. In fact, I'm pretty sure he's directly assaulted most white supremacists he comes across, But I may have to look that back up.
But besides all that, really? Telling me to kill myself? Why is that they go to for people who are hiding behind the anon button?
When the Royal walks into a room, they command attention. They are the one in charge, and they enjoy reaping the rewards of their hard work.
31% Performer
Taking center stage comes naturally to the Performer, whether at the water cooler or in front of an audience. They are magnetic and know how to inspire.
19% Intellectual
The Intellectual is the ultimate dinner-party guest. Engaging questions and thoughtful debate are their trademarks.
tagged by: @jokethur ( thank you so much !! )
tagging: @janedoez, @nefariuus ( for jin !! ), @downspirals ( for forrest !! ), @redridcr ( for tahno !! ), & anyone else who wants to jump in on it !!
@antigodeus sent : [ COAX ] the dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them, breathing praises against their skin. / Micah being the dominant one !!! <:)
this level of intimacy, being on display like this, it was something charlie wasn't used to. another thing that charlie was not used to was feeling this level of trust with a partner. micah loved him, and he knew that. he had never felt this level of comfort in such an act like this, and it made him feel so happy and warm. because of all this, it wasn't rare for charlie to become embarrassed, far too sensitive for his own good. hands move up to cover his face, trying to hide his flush. he feels their hands grab his with such care, gently moving them away from his face. wide eyes gaze at micah, but they quickly shut when their lips are pressed to his. he can't help but let a low moan build in the back of his throat.
hands move then to run up and down micah's arms, small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as micah whispers soft words of praise against his cheeks, his neck, his chest. he feels like he's floating for a moment, heart beating quickly in his chest. "i ... i'm doing good ??" charlie whispers, eyes shining as he gazes at micah with adoration. every self conscious thought that had been building in his mind seemed to melt away. charlie was not the most self confident man in the world, but when he was with micah, he felt so good. loved, cared for, safe.
"i ... i love you so much." he says softly, capturing their lips together once more. "wanna ... i wanna do good for you, make you feel good." the words almost feel silly coming out of his mouth, but that thought passes by quickly. the words were true, and that's all that mattered.
Looks like at this point I'll really have to lay on the hypnosis thick and really train myself not to cum♡♡♡ otherwise I might lose and have to start all over again!