#pffttttt no.

[steddiealltheway]

Steve: Is he staring at me?

Nancy: Of course he’s staring at you, you’re bleeding out.

Steve: But is he staring at me in an ‘ahh he’s bleeding out!’ Or ‘ahh he looks so hot when he’s bleeding out!’ way?

Nancy *no longer putting pressure on the wound to stare at Steve blankly*:

Robin: He’s staring at you in an ‘ahh he’s bleeding out!’ type of way. Why would he think it’s hot?!

Eddie *staring at Steve in a “ahh he’s looks so hot when he’s bleeding out!” way*: I mean…

[suja-janee]

I just had to share this joke I made here 😭 😂

[tabieeee]

Well this was an easy catch by standing you made my job easier

THEY'VE BEEN YIPPEED

[shit-hit-the-fan]

Everyday, I'll draw one of my OC's

Day 3:

This is Carmine. Say hello! she.her || the cranky, reclusive, sensitive, snappish friend || signature look: >:/ || fun fact: her left eye got stabbed by a sandwing barb, blinding that eye forever. it used to be a bright emerald green

day one: azure [ice] day two: cometstreak [rain/night] day three: carmine [sky]

[mistninja]

Wario....

[fucktyrants]

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

"Well shit, you got some catching up to do amigo, unless you're gonna be a fucking pussy about it."

[darlingwarden]

Oh-oh uhhh •////• [ is visibly blushing]

[ warden lifts an eyebrow ]

Don't make me make your father ask the question.

[are-we-really-doing-this]

HOLY CRAP

[nicholas-wolfwood]

@cakotopia​

“...Okay, there’s a good explanation for this.” Now he just has to make one up.

[prozac-shaped-urn]

Hahahahaha it’s fine. No it’s good. Totally great.

I went to a line-through with the cast tonight and most everyone left in a huddle and then I was there by myself with the two couples who had somehow managed to congeal and found myself pondering how I always, without fail, find myself in such situations. I’m always the third/fifth wheel. And half of me is kinda mad and half of me I kinda grateful I don’t have to run things by someone before doing shit. Because if I had a partner who lived with me I’d have to announce I was doing shit before I did the shit. And like what kind of fucked up system is that??? You’re not my mother Janet stfu.

On the flip side of this, it’s Valentine’s Day and I’m once again reminded I have never been in any kind of romantic entanglement in my life and therefore am severely behind my peers. So comparatively speaking, I wouldn’t necessarily be opposed to having to announce my shit-doing to someone before I do it.

I would at least like to be able to say I know both sides and liked single status better. That would be nice. And maybe one day that’ll happen but right now it ain’t. And I’m testy about it.

[shuatm]

someone be a doll and slide me $3k 🙏🏽

[ask-directorsada-and-friends]

*BANGS DOORS*

I CALLED HIM FOR YOU, HE'S HERE

*on the phone with Sycamore*

"Please tell me he's not coming."

"I have no idea, but make no promises."

[confessioncassette]

Hello again, anon that complimented you before, maybe ill just refer to myself as Doe anon hahah- ANYWAYS LISTEN PEE KINK IS 👀?? Im starting to think our interests are more aligned than i thought PFFTTTTT

HELLO.

my sweet little doe nonie, we might just be the same person… you gave me the green light for this. Ily for this. so thank you.

𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 - 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫. 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐦.

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐝𝐮𝐛���𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞?

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃. 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. —— 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭.

"You look a mess, my dear."

You watch the radio demon carefully as he softly closes the door with a click. Glowing red eyes meet yours through the dusk of the evening.

Standing tall with a too-wide smile, he watches you squirm.

"It's not funny, Alastor, please," you beg. Your eyes dart from the demon before you, to the windows overlooking Pride. Your bladder aches, threatening to release itself- it's so full.

Alastor had a new game for you today. It started with a cup of coffee with breakfast, then insisting that you hydrate with a cup of water afterwards. Then it was him pestering you about staying hydrated after the group exercise today.

"You need to keep drinking, my dear," he'd coo, conjuring your soul bound chain around your neck. He had pulled you close to him by your leash and forced your mouth open to gulp down another glass of water at lunch. "Good girl!"

The worst part of it all - all the bathrooms today after lunch were either locked or being cleaned by Nifty.

And currently, you're knocked knee and as fragile as glass while Alastor stares down at you. One off movement and you’ll- you can’t.

And he's amused.

That familiar confident smile paints his face, eyebrows raised as his ears alert and honed straight on you.

"Do you need to use the facilities, sweetheart? You look...uncomfortable." His head cocks to the side with that last word.

"I haven't been able to go all afternoon." Your voice is soft, embarrassed that you're even in this situation. It's been a pain in the ass to even get to the toilet with all of them being locked all day, and it's starting to cause... discomfort to say the least.

And Alastor knows this. He sees this. He wants to make you crumble. The fear in your eyes of accidentally wetting yourself is a glorious sight.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine! I needed your help with something if you didn’t mind.”

You do mind. And the last thing on your mind right now is succumbing to Alastor’s busy work. Just because he owns your soul doesn’t mean you have to-

“Ah-“ a panicked whimper leaves your lips as you make a run for the door. One hand hovering over your blade as the other desperately reaches the doorknob- and it doesn’t budge the slightest.

“No, no, please, Alastor, I really gotta go-“

The demon sits calmly in his chair with a relaxed smile. He watches you in delight as your face drains of color and a hand rushes to cup yourself.

“Like I said, my dear, I need help with something.”

He rolls his eyes, “Once you’re done you can relieve yourself.”

Fighting back the urge, you slowly walk over to him. Alastor assesses you like prey and taps his thigh as an invitation. You stop once your legs bump into the side of his- he’s still tall sitting down as he is standing.

You hesitate.

“Sit.” Alastor commands, gripping your waist and pulling you down in an instant. You straddle over his leg and the sudden feeling of his thigh makes you gasp.

“No-“ you whine and attempt to pull yourself up and away from him but his grip is strong, claws dig into the flesh of your hips.

“Ah, ah, no need to be scared. This will feel good.” Your leash manifests before your eyes and he pulls you in roughly by the collar around your neck, “Don’t you want to feel good, little one?”

Tears welt in your eyes. You can’t, you can’t hold it but you can’t-

“Like this?” Alastor presses his thigh up and into you as he grinds your hips down onto him. Your legs wrap around his and brace your stomach.

“Don’t you need to relieve yourself? Wouldn’t it feel sooo good to… let go? Piss all over me?” He grinds you down into him while his other hand jerks your neck forward to meet his face.

The snarl on his face shows his gums as he talks, “Come on, sweetheart, you know you want to…” a beat, “I want you to.”

The pressure is too much, the movement makes you see stars. You shake uncontrollably, trying to keep what’s left of you together. Forcing every muscle in your body to lock up and not betray you…

The hand over your waist slides down, under your dress and finds your clothed clit- and he presses roughly.

You cry out, and as you do, the hand on your leash is on your neck in an instant.

“Let me see that beautiful face. I want to see you come undone for me. I want to see the mortification in your eyes as you piss all over me.”

Your face contorts, but you lock eyes with him regardless. Alastor mocks you, his eyebrows raised as he coos in your face.

“Wouldn’t it feel so good to let go? You’d be my good girl if you did~”

His smile is sinister as his finger press rough circles over your clit, your body jolting with every movement. Tears blur your vision as you shake.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I want you to! I know you can’t hold it.” He hushes you, but the grip on your neck tightens. He knows you’re about to-

“Oh the look on that face!” His eyes light up.

You whimper, shuddering over his body. Warm liquid seep through your panties and spread across his pants. Trickles of your piss litter the floor beneath you both and you feel absolute bliss. You see white. Your body relaxes in his hold, and Alastors grip on your neck becomes softer, allowing you to lean into him in pure bliss.

“That’s my girl, good girl. You’re a dirty fucking bitch.” His eyes never leave yours and his ministrations over your clit never falter. His hand coats in your liquid.

“Look at this, you’re a filthy fucking mess. Pissing all over me, what a shame. I just had this suit cleaned..” he talks you through it, all the way until youre empty.

You relax into him and he doesn’t move. He lets you sink into him as you regain control over yourself.

And that’s when shame and embarrassment flush your neck. Your face is hot with mortification as you realize what you just did. Your heart drops and you attempt to push away but he doesn’t allow you.

“We’re not done, my dear.”

[cartierdreamx]

FAMILIAR!

you’re out for a walk, entrapped in your own world, surrounded by sounds of heaven as your favourite song plays through your headphones.

stranger: hey, sorry to interrupt you, but you look like someone i know?

reader: oh? who would that be?

being jenna’s gf, and rising actress you weren’t a stranger to fans coming up and asking for a pic or autograph

stranger: you know jenna ortega?

you, now visibly smirking

reader: uh, yes i’m familiar

acting oblivious, wanting to play a little game

stranger: you look like her gf, y/n l/n!

your smirk now turning to a smug smile

reader: pffttttt nahhhhh, she’s wayyyy hotter

stranger: no, no, you do!! it’s uncanny

trying so hard not to laugh you continue smiling at them

stranger: that’s it, i just wanted to let you know that, keep enjoying your day, also what’s your name?

you laugh which only makes them confuse

reader: it’s y/n l/n.

winking at them and walking away, not looking back, but you should’ve looked back because if you did, you would’ve seen them looking like this:

A/N: i’m the queen of thinking of the goofiest things 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽

[romulussy]

roman: has a two season arc where he does management training, gets taken under gerri’s wing, soaks up experience while working with logan, etc.

a million people when he displays signs of this: how is roman the voice of reason pffttttt why is he talking like he knows stuff jesse are you OKAY

[accidentallyatekneecaps]

Saiki is such a pathetic wet cat to everyone around him

He seems to be so sad and anxious from everyone else pov (it is true)

But in his head he's like me having feeling pffttttt nooo

And he blames his actual anxious feelings on his powers being like ughhh my stomach hurts and I'm shaking a lot, my powers suck

He's having a panic attack and doesn't know it

I feel like there's some truth to the way people view saiki from an outside pov because they all seem to have similarities of saiki being scared and anxious at least that's how my memory thinks I could be wrong