2D Boys That Would Ruin My Life

[technofeudalism]

if you wiped every ICE agent off the face of the earth, a hundred million people would become safer overnight. if you wiped every furry off the face of the earth, the entire internet would collapse for good in a matter of hours. i know where my allegiances lie.

[rowscara]

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[veldrin]

We're all just flowers in a garden of her making

Soon we'll grow beautiful enough to be worth taking

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

What's a space marine

A type of homosexuality marketed at straight men

[cornpapers]

I HATE THIS GAME

[squadnos]

HAPPY NERO LOSES HIS FUCKING ARM DAY

[squadnos]

I was wondering why my phone was blowing up lately. Happy anniversary, Neros arm 🫡

[more-raging-heart-than-grace]

you want what

[hymnism]

anyway. dies

[cryptid-crawly]

The thing I love about Reigen Arataka is that he chooses to be this way. He’s naturally charismatic and can read people *really* well. He has drive and ambition and has shown that if he wants to he can be a successful business man, regardless of the business. He can clearly pick up skills quickly and well, since he’s good at a lot of (non-psychic) things. He’s a master of photoshop. Yeah he’s self-absorbed and a jerk, but the man is by no means delusional or unaware. It’s not even like he has a penchant for creating chaos. Reigen Arataka could do anything with his life and he’d be successful at it….and yet every day he wakes up and chooses to be a stinky bastard on purpose because he has nothing better to do.

[apparently-artless]

You're gonna be just fine. You'll be fine. Just go ahead and accept yourself already. You'll be able to do that because you're you, Mob. I know you can. Things are just getting started for you.

[cultofthewyrm]

The Internet for the past week or so.

[dummy-dot-exe]

509 by xai@xyanaid

[squadnos]

HAPPY NERO LOSES HIS FUCKING ARM DAY

[squadnos]

YALL KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS

[ikariiprince]

[justthatone-asexual]

Boring fact about me: I don’t eat red meat very often

@deanobeanoqueero @elliechan @nia23 and anyone else, what’s your boring fact about yourself

[skateme2yokohama]

ehehe thank u for the tag hanz [@hollow-purple] <3

a boring fact about me. i loooove honey. anytime i go to the farmers market i always buy like five jars of the lavender one—and just eat it by the spoonful hhh

tagging. @natsukashi-hibi @semipiesan @peoplecallmeanerd @iwaizoom (hi hi) @sxftsugar @psychosuna @plumomi @toffees-main @straymackerel @yokelish

[itadorey-deactivated20230915]

ty for the tag <3

a boring fact about me: i have insomnia which is why i’m always on this godforsaken app

tagging: @miitsukai @datech @kuroolongtea @hoekageyama @satendou @katsushimaa @ukeishin @4fterh0urs @sxftsugar

[haikyuuvbc]

Boring fact about me: I like Dr. Pepper more than coffee.

Tagging: @iwantmyinsanityback @je-suis-une-criminal @mint-mai @chocolaterumble

[iwantmyinsanityback]

!!!!!! So cute!!!!! 💜

Boring fact about me: Anything I eat I will eat in order of least to most appetizing, so the last bite is always the best

Tagging: @completely-nonsequitur @karaari @kabbage @novalin @knee-stockings and anyone else who wants to do this!!

[complete-nonsequitur]

Oooooo boring fact about me: I have to put conscious effort into buying clothes that aren’t black, red, and white. It feels weird and I’m still not used to it.

Tagging: @sewing-and-showtunes @kings-of-the-highlands @rebeccajessel @mayans-sauce 💞

[sewing-songbird]

Ooohhhh okay. Boring fact. I have to watch something cutesy after anything suspenseful or I will not sleep afterwards. (Currently watching PreCure À la mode because I tried watching Higurashi lmao)

Boring fact? @romancalvarychoirs @joshamcity @void-ramen-bog @imbeccablee

[void-ramen-bog]

Boring fact! I don’t like chocolate. Tastes like wax and charcoal. I’m also allergic to cats and dogs and nothing makes me sadder in this world.

Tag: @maxximonstre @goldmoose @celestialmoonmoth @labrador-beefcake @misszostra @lady-feral

[browneyedophanim-deactivated202]

Hmm boring fact.

I’m scared of those giant bird scaring balloons. They work on me too.

I tag @indoorvoices @afronerdism @dame-eloise @butchniqabi @halalgirlmeg

[frejyadottir]

A boring fact…

I drink like 5 cups of coffee a day

Got any boring facts @gem-femme or @local-trash-boy?

[gem-femme]

Boring fact; I hate avocados, beans, ice berg lettuce, and skim milk with a passion.

@m-i-l-l-i-0-n-a-i-r-e @baconspice @cashmere-cat-attacks @agentduckorico @agigabyte @blue-bismuth @asterosian @ghostscreamss @feather–foxes @nativoid @bye-bi-birdie and any other mutuals! Tells us a boring fact about yourself!

[redwineand12gaugeshells]

Boring fact. I don’t buy breakfast cereal because I’ll eat the whole thing in a day.

@halibellecter @adarhysenthe @rosslynpaladin @val-ritz spill it kids. Share your boring.

[val-ritz]

Boring fact: It took me until my hair was long enough to pull it in front of my face and look at it to realize it had red highlights in it.

@mismagireve @temporal-paternal-unit @trollingbatterwitch @endlesseden it’s time to embrace 2012 tumblr once more

[temporal-paternal-unit]

boring fact: i used to raise homing pidgeons :) 🐦

@bunbun-miz @addakax @blipblorpsnork @the-frilly-goth @glorious-viking-bastard @the-bubble-opera if yall want to :)

[matcha-bnuuy]

Hummm.. boring fact about me but relates to blog also??? I freehand most of my artwork, I actually need to conciously decide to do a sketch layer beneath something but otherwise I just freedraw and it becomes a sketch I work with to line later, or is the finished piece itself. It’s incredibly difficult for me to ever do a skeletal pose or something and then draw on top of that, I just never have and when I do, it feels weird and I don’t usually ever complete or return to it.

Boring fact? Tag (only if you wanna!): @surinuss @spacekeet @xidipsum @speed-boop

[speed-boop]

Aww thank you for the tag Bubble! Nice to see you about! 💖

Boop’s boring fact: I fell asleep in every lesson in college/sixth form and still came out with really good grades… somehow. Now I’m in uni and still have no idea how I got here.

Rat Gang, Hex Council and other amazing friends represent! What are your boring (never boring I love all of you and I will literally love reading anything you say to me) facts? (No pressure though, more a poke to remind you I appreciate all of you.) @skyeblacke @lesbiantitan​ @xerren-9​ @stellarkross​ @mekanikaltrifle​ @starl1ght-child​ @mail-me-a-snail​ @a-rebellious-waffle​ 

[starl1ght-child]

awwww thanks for the tag boop!

A boring fact about Star?

I don’t like peas.

(Tagging @squadnos @reaped-winnower @khaosgaming22 @khashoggisship @nyllius yall can do it if you want, no pressure!)

[squadnos]

Thanks for the tag! I love this☆☆

Boring fact about me. . . I eat almost all of my cereal without milk because it all tastes more like a snack than something for breakfast.

[starl1ght-child]

Can I get f!reader x Saint prompt request telling him "I like the way your voice sounds" 👉👈🥺 ⭐

As someone who could fall asleep listening to Saint-14 talk, this is a very, very, very nice request to write.  Prepare yourself for some fluff.

Saint-14 x F!Reader - Safe and Sound

You and Saint had been together for months now.  As much as you wanted to spend every waking moment with him, you couldn’t.  You both had your duties: you had your Vanguard assignments, Saint was running Trials of Osiris.  Sometimes, you didn’t notice how long the two of you went without speaking, that was, until you stopped by and heard his voice again.

His voice was… magnificent.  It was modulated, but deep and smooth whenever he spoke to you.  His laugh was hearty; it was bold and lively and it rumbled through his chest.  And when the two of you were alone, with his helmet removed… Traveler, you could fall asleep to him quietly telling you stories of his adventures in the Infinite Forest, or of his youthful days when the City’s walls were just being built.  All in the privacy of his quarters on the Grey Pigeon.

Take today, for instance.  You haven’t really spoken to him in nearly two weeks.  Ever since the darkness surfaced on surrounding planets, you’d been fighting for days on end with little to no rest, fighting back every attempt for the Darkness to make contact.

And Traveler, you were exhausted.  And thankfully, Trails weren’t active right now.

Saint’s shoulders straightened when he saw you walking into the Hanger.  From a distance, it looked like he was hurrying to feed his birds and empty his hands of grain.  You laughed quietly to yourself because the moment you got close to him, he wrapped his arms around you tightly in a hug; you melted in his arms and clutched onto the back of his chestplate.

“Hello, my dove,” he whispered quietly.  “Welcome home.”

“Thank you, Saint,” you sighed.  “Sorry I’ve been gone for so long.”

“Hush, now, there is no need to apologize.  Not to me.  Come, let us get you some rest.”

You nodded and followed Saint up into the Grey Pigeon.

The Grey Pigeon was much bigger on the inside.  There was enough room for a kitchenette, where the two of you occasionally cooked for each other, a work station where he cleaned his weapons and built repairs or modifications for yours, a lounge and a bed in the corner.  It was home to you now, too.

Saint slid off his helm and set it gently down on his workbench, and you stood frozen at the edge of the room, gazing in awe at his features.  The sight of his face never failed to take your breath away.

“Are you tired, my dove?”

“Very.”

Saint crossed the room and sat himself down on the couch.  He looked over at you expectantly, his arms outstretched, his face plates arranged to look like his brow was raised.  

“Come, dove, rest your head.”

You took off your helmet and set it down beside his, then plopped down on the couch beside him, your head in his lap, your feet perched on the arm at the opposite end.  Saint chuckled softly as he ran his fingers through your hair.  You smiled up at him before you shut your eyes.

Saint started to talk softly, retelling the story of the day you’d saved him at Zephyr Station.  He’d never told you about his perspective of that day, how you had swooped in with a hail of bullets, your Light a magnificent display as you fought back the House of Rain.  You opened your eyes to see him making grand gestures with his hands.  

A smile crept to your lips at the wonder in his voice.  It was a symphony of excitement, wonder and fervor.  Traveler, his words made your face flush and your heart pound.  You were hopelessly in love with him.

His talk slowed when he gazed down at you and saw the dreamy look on your face.  He laughed as his hands came down to cup your cheeks.  “Ah, dove, you are doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“Staring at me like that.  Like your mind is worlds away.  What is it.”

You paused a moment and leaned your face into his palms, then reached up and cupped his jaw with your hand.  “I can’t help it,” you confessed.  “I like the way your voice sounds.”

“My voice?”  He shook his head and chuckled, then he slid his hands beneath your armpits and dragged you upwards until you were perched in his lap.  He wrapped his arms around you and pressed his forehead against yours.  “My sweet dove… you like the sound of my voice?”

“I love it,” you whispered.  “I could listen to you talk for hours.  I could—and have—fallen asleep to you telling me stories.  Whenever you talk… I just… I feel like I’m safe and sound, and with everything going on, safety is fleeting.  Please, never stop talking to me, Saint.  Never.”

“You are mine.”  Saint reached up and tenderly brushed the hair out of your face.  “My dove.  I will never let any harm come to you.  And I will never stop speaking to you.”

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[starl1ght-child]

“Your hands Are so warm” with Shaxx maybe revealing his face... to reader... and it’s all cute and romantic 😘

This is so soooooft, just, shaxx melting in your palms because the first time he’s ever felt your touch on his cheeks is just so warm.

CW: there’s a bit of a praise kink in this one

Lord Shaxx x Reader - Touch

You were having a great day.  Eleven straight, flawless victories in the Crucible.  Shaxx was in awe with you, too.  He was practically screaming in your ears, showering you in compliments and praise; words that made your heart swell and your stomach simultaneously tie itself in knots.  Shaxx was good at giving praise where it was due, but with you?  Traveler, it was something else.  He seemed to make it his life’s work to keep you confident, yet humble.  Since the moment you two swore your devotion to one another, it was like he made it his life’s work to shower you with flattery and praise.

When you transmatted into the Tower, you were practically running towards Shaxx’s balcony.  Not to say that he pushed the other Guardians talking to him aside when he caught sight of you, but he certainly rushed to finish his business with them.  You waited for your turn to speak to him, but he was hurrying everyone along. Once they were gone, he slipped his arms around you and lifted you off your feet, swung you around, and laughed heartily.

“THAT WAS AMAZING!”  He shouted.  “I HAVEN’T SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT SINCE IKORA’S CRUCIBLE DAYS!”

You laughed gleefully as he set you down.  “Traveler, Shaxx,” you breathed.  “I’ve never felt so accomplished.”

His tone softened as his hands cupped your jaw and lifted your gaze to meet his helmet.  “You should be proud!  I have never been more impressed by you.  You have come so far, Guardian, you own the field, now.”

Your face flushed as you placed your hands over his.  “Please, you’re flattering me, Shaxx.  Today was just a very, very good day.”

“No,” his voice rumbled through his chest as he let out a small laugh.  “You are being humble, you are one of the best in the Crucible now.”

A small smile tugged at your lips, though you didn’t deny his words this time.  He leaned down and pressed the face of his helmet against your forehead.  “I have a surprise for you,” he whispered so low you almost didn’t catch his words.  “Come with me.”

Before you could say anything, he was already pulling you away from his balcony and down towards the lower, less populated areas of the Tower.  His hand was firmly placed on the small of your back as he guided you though the dimly lit corridors.  He stopped you in place next to a door, typed a code into the pin pad on the wall, and the door slid open.  Shaxx tilted his head towards the door, so you followed his direction and went inside.  Your eyes scanned the room, it was small, but functional:  a bed in the corner that was so neatly made you could bounce a coin off it; a small, but function kitchen directly to your right; numerous weapons and parts littered the workbench that spanned the entire left side of the room; photographs of Shaxx with numerous others were framed and mounted on the wall.  You blushed as you approached them and caught a photograph you had taken with him, and there was one of you, as well, looking over the balcony.

“This is your home,” you murmured softly.

“Yes,” Shaxx replied tenderly.

Your shoulders stiffened and you whirled around to see him placing his helmet on the edge of the workbench.  You froze in place as you laid eyes on his features.  His dark complexion was marred by scars, but looked as soft as velvet.  His eyes—Traveler, his irises were such a deep, dark brown that seemed to swallow his pupils, but they glimmered with wisdom and mystery.  A scar cut across his right eye, from his forehead to his cheekbone, another followed a similar path over his temple, and smaller scars decorated the rest of him.  A thin layer of dark stubble decorated his cheeks and jaw.

He noticed your silence and walked over to you with a smile.  His lips were full and made wrinkles appear at the corners of his eyes and lips, but maker, the sight of his smile almost made your knees give out from underneath you.  He closed the distance between the two of you in three strides, the closer he got the harder your heart pounded in your chest.  “Hello, my love,” he whispered.  “I thought… it was time for you to see who I am.”

You were speechless.  You were nearly in tears and you were overjoyed, knowing that you were likely the only one who has seen his face.  Slowly, you reached up and cupped his face.  Slowly his eyes closed and he leaned into your touch, his hands covered yours as he pressed his face into your palms.

You had never heard him speak so softly as his head turned and he pressed his lips against your palm.  “Your hands are so warm…”

You smiled as you combed your fingers through the stubble on his face, and for a moment, you thought you heard him sigh contentedly.  He seemed to be melting into your hands like puddy.  You pressed your forehead against his.  

“Shaxx,” you started, but his hand slipped off of yours and his thumb pressed against your lips to silence you.

“Stop.  Just let me stay with you for a while.”

“Am I the only one?”  You continued.  His eyes opened, he looked at you curiously, and pulled back slowly.  “Am I the only one who’s seen your face?”

His fingers combed through your hair until his hand settled on the back of your neck.  Slowly, he nodded.  “The only one alive.”

A smile crept to your lips and you held his face in your hands as you stood up on your toes and kissed him.  His hand on the back of your head pressed you tighter against his lips; his arm wrapped around your waist.

“I hope that’s not an omen for me,” you giggled softly.

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest.  “After that display today?  Never.  You could take entire armies and emerge from the dust victorious.”

Warmth flushed your cheeks and your smile turned sheepish.  “Maybe.”

Shaxx laughed, full and hearty, and lifted you into his arms.  “If I have to spend the rest of my lifetime telling you so, I will.  You are stronger than you give yourself credit.  And you are the only one worthy of seeing me.”

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