He is killing monsters and still holding the belief that's way better than the ajumma complaining at the end of his 16 shift.
Kim rok soo getting himself through the apocalypse by going “at least its not customer service”
Saw a video on Instagram of this guy crocheting on public transport and all the grandmas were in love with him… and I’m sorry, but that’s literally how I see Jason.
He picked up crocheting because he needed to get his mind off of things and he read somewhere that repetitive tasks are good with keeping you engaged. So, he started learning and soon found himself addicted. Jason starts making everyone in the family poorly crocheted sweaters and toques. He takes his yarn and hooks everywhere and oh my god when the old ladies see him… it’s over, it’s so over, they’re all over him! Giggling and teaching him new things or learning stuff from him.
It’s the cutest thing ever, like imagine this huge ass, big, bulky man just laughing with a bunch of grandmas on the train because of his yarn getting tangled…
I love this silly little guy so much
if corpse god has a million fans, then i am one of them. if corpse god has ten fans, then i am one of them. if corpse god has only one fan then that is me. if corpse god has no fans, then that means i am no longer on earth. if the world is against corpse god, then i am against the world.
he must be protected at all costs
so beautiful
Bud Illis x Glenn Poeff, Bud Illis-centric
(1,451 words) <t rating>
Summary:
Bud Illis always loved physical touch. It was an easy way to express affection for him so he often resorted to it.
And maybe it was because of the hours spent awake finally catching up to him or maybe because of the little voice in the back of his mind screaming about Glenn's touch repulsive nature but the moment Glenn melted into his arms, something in Bud broke.
.....
Or Glenn wakes up after getting injured so they hug and cuddle
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Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63530425
Kinda obsessed with headcanon, where Damian and Jason just randomly (out of nowhere, completely unprompted) start to referring to their shared past in the League in the middle of the family conversations, while everyone just stare at them in concern
Like
Jason, staring at Dick, trying to put Tim's shoulder back: huh, do you remember that one time-
Damian, instantly: when grandfather's shoulder relocated by itself, but instead of properly putting in on its place, he killed himself and mother threw him in the Lazarus Pit?
Jason, cackling: it was hilarious
Damian, no less amused: right?
Bruce, sitting behind them: (concerned sips of tea)
Or, it is not necessarily funny, but it just cute (or sad) details, regarding each other that others are confused about.
Jason, who accidentally fell asleep in the Batcave: (instinctively cards through his hair as he naps)
Tim, teasing: ladies and gentlemen, the criminal lord of the year--
Damian: Drake, bluntly, that's not funny. Back when he was out of the Pit, this was the only thing that could help him to calm down.
Dick, knowing that this is because Bruce constantly stroked Robin!Jason's hair, when he saw nightmares, with eyes full of tears: oh
Jason on the random Friday night, trying to be less awkward about staying with Bruce in one room: actually, Damian's first word was my name
Bruce: really?
Jason: he had, uh, problems with saying his first word. People around him were constantly speaking on both language at the same time, and, I guess, he couldn't figure out what to say. Then, Ra's said that if his heir doesn't get his word in the next two weeks, he will throw him in the Lazarus Pit (as a joke), but I wasn't sure if it was a joke (Talia said later it was), and I panicked, and since Talia wasn't around, I just kept repeating him her name, or just word Mother, but he just, uh, wouldn't say anything - kept blinking and staring at me like a little idiot. And then on a random night, he just grabbed me by the hair, and said, Jason. Food. And he kinda spoke properly since then. Like in full sentences and stuff. I think he just didn't want to speak with us, actually--
Bruce, getting grey hair out of nowhere: RA'S SAID WHAT--
And sometimes they just speak in Arabic, and Damian keeps bullying Jason that his skills are getting rustier.
Dick: When I was your age-
Jason, mocking Dick: When I was your height.
Dick:
Dick: Listen here you little shit-
This was how I pictured him in this AU 🤸
His line of work was a dangerous one, being a bodyguard for high-profile clients
After a job where KRS was blinded in one eye, he took the compensation money and his savings and quit.
His idea was to buy a small, nice house in a town far from the city. But LSH and CJS convinced him that he should buy a couple of acres and make it a farm. Their argument was something about how he should keep himself busy with something to avoid getting into trouble.
Bullshit. If you ask him. But they made him promise that after a three-hour session of them yapping, he only managed to convince them to buy something smaller. There is still a lot of space for only one person (for now)
They made him promise that once they retire, he would give them a room at the farm. KRS sometimes wonders why they tend to ask obvious questions.
The land was acquired at a low price due to its condition: weeds everywhere, rocks, and a two-story old wooden house with leaks.
He wouldn't have bought it if it weren't for the fact that the previous owner had told him he had completely redone the plumbing and wiring a few years earlier.
The only thing Roksoo carried with him when he arrived at his new residence was a bag with clothes and another with his few precious belongings: books, a coffee machine that his coworkers gave him for his birthday, and his pillow.
The moment he set foot on his new property, Roksoo kind of regretted it all because of the work the property needed. He was aware of the condition of the house when he moved in, but for some reason he thought it would be easy. Never again.
He blames LSH and CJS for putting ideas in his head about moving to a farm; this wasn't his idea about living like a slacker. He could do nothing but sigh and enter the house.
The first step creaked as he walked on it; he avoided stepping on the second one, which was obviously rotten. The board on the third and final step creaked and broke. KRS cursed and fell into the hole. He had scratches all over his calf when he managed to get his leg out of the hole.
KRS wondered if he should have been less stingy when it came to shelling out money to buy the property. It's not like he couldn't afford it; he wasn't as rich as he would have liked to be, but he wasn't lacking either.
There was nothing he could do now, so he simply sighed again and opened the creaking door. A cloud of dust made him cough and step back.
KRS mentally thanks the previous owner, who was kind enough to leave him his old tools in the shed. He left his bags on the floor and went to look for a broom to clean the interior to make it minimally habitable for the night.
Sexy Ahjussy activities. Imagine a tall, buff, black-haired middle-aged man with an eye scar🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🦅🦅🦅
The way I gasped has no name
What if Team Leader Lee Soo Hyuk also had a 0% mortality rate. And that's why, when Kim Roksoo saw his teammates continue to survive despite the dangers, and continue to persistently try get him to open up to them. He thought that maybe these people will not leave. They won't die, and they won't turn away from him. So he thought it was okay to open up, it's ok to allow himself to cherish these people.
And the moment he made up his mind about it, the whole team was wiped out.
*Raon in his phase of "Why questions"*: Human, why oysters are so disgusting?
Cale: because they are bad, they don't even donate to charity, do you want to know why?
Raon, listening seriously: why???
Cale: Because they're shellfish
adopted 14 children in a month
threw money into lava
stole cookies from royalty
scammed a vampire to give him an allowance
ate a rock
set a lake on fire
bribed a prince with poison
impersonated a priest
fed a hobo
stole a tree
dived into a mummy lake
wished to cough blood elegantly
hand-embroidered outfits
served a freaked-out dragon tea
forced a prince to make an MMORPG account
made his enemy wash the dishes
beat up a guy with a rock
fed a tree
commiserated with a god over work-related sleep deprivation
let his kid eat poison
sang creepy hide and seek song
tried to dig a hole in the ground and failed
gave away bones as a present
converted a barbarian with the Power of Friendship
blew up an island (twice)
stripped in front of his bff's uncle
blew up a whirlpool
hugged his arch nemesis
defenestrated a man
got compared to a haystack
strangled a guy with his bare hands
ate a battery
fought a lake
stabbed himself with a stick
Kim Rok-Soo is one problem away from killing a bitch.
It may or may not be because one specific guild (that he sent his subordinates to work with) almost killed half of his attack team. 'Due to an unexpected situation', they said. Bullshit.
So he resolved that the next step is to get rid of one of said problems.
When he came out of his office, everyone walked away quickly. Kim Roksoo couldn't care even less why.
"Kim Min-Ah, I'm going to leave for a while; you are in charge of the next mission. The draft plan is in my office," Kim Rok-Soo said calmly.
(If the next day he had the paper work of that specific guild on his desk and he was looking for someone to put in charge of it, nobody said a word.)
|19 y.o – She/Her| I need to practice my english. I chose writing about everything that came to my mind. If you saw a grammatical error, no, you didn't.
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