My Man

Oh no...

If you're wondering what they did, well...

Credit to @valdeswan for helping me come up with this crazy scenario.

Also, yes. I am making fanart and memes for my fic instead of working on my fic... BUT! I am working on chapter 2! Just working on plotting out where I want to go with it.

Holding aro/ace Cale Henituse and never letting him go because I can't be the only one who feels aggravated when I compliment someones appearance and everyone jokes about how I want to bang them.

I'm a firm believer he likes pretty faces not people.

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KRS 18 y.o: she's pretty

Coworker: you like her? You need to ask her to go out!

KRS: no????

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KRS 21 y.o: he's handsome, don't you think?

CJS: yeah, I don't know, he's not my type, you should try talk to him tho

KRS: ???why would I do that

Screwed up life tournament

wade calling him everything but logan

Me and the homosexual that I choose to keep me alive this year 🏌️

it's just me and my gay fanfics against the world

Gotta love our pansexual murderous sunshine babygirl

why is deadpool just straight up the most shippable character of all time. this man can be with anyone and it’s adorable. logan?? goes without saying. spidey?? for sure. vanessa?? totally. cable?? why not.

it’s becoming baffling at this point like. is he drinking magical ship juice. how did this man harness such lovable magnetism

And the fact that he started the main plot just existing and being his chaotic self is so funny to me

Obsessed with this guy he spends the entire story having no fucking clue what's going on

Dick: HE'S JUST A BABY 🥺

Jason: *could and will kill you*

Thoughts on Red Hood?

The shining star of the kingdom and the hero young master silver shield

36 year old KRS taking all his savings and buying a farm in a town in the middle of nowhere.

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🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🦅🦅🦅