#whooooooooo is this someone?

[stoopystuppy]

since i gave these stickers to someone, i can finally post them >:DD

[vvhorebound]

been off the last few days so i’ve been free-balling. but i have work tmrw morning & the only clean underwear i have are jockstraps

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙺, 𝚂𝙴𝚃, 𝙶𝙾!

description - maz's 'friend' is the no.1 400m runner in the world, she needs to prove that at the world champs. if she does, maz will hard launch

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maz pacheco x female reader

disclaimer - i am not in anyway assuming Maz’s sexuality this is all just fiction

warnings - fluff, elude to sex and that’s it i think xx

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y/n I promise I am training hard... 🫡

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username1: hahahahhahahahah😭

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username3: She and Rachel Daly grew up together !! And she is close with Millie Bright and Maz Pacheco

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racheldaly3: I so think I could do the 400m 🤷‍♀️

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username5: The lil hair flick UGHHHHH

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y/n breathed a deep breath out, trying to keep her composure, her stomach was tight with nerves but as she looked over to her girlfriend she couldn't help but let out a small smile.

Maz was sat there, a smile on her face and as they locked eyes, y/n could almost feel her girlfriend's confidence in her flow through her.

y/n had been running most of her life, she found it freeing and exciting, she had set the world record for 400m, but with Femke Boll right on her shoulder she knew today would be a test.

The outdoor world championships were made to push, but y/n had to show that since her gold at the last Olympics her ankle injury had not changed her.

Truth was it had, every had seen her push through the finish line seconds ahead of everyone and then watched her go down in pain as her Achilles snapped.

It had been a long road to recovery, one of tears and upset despite the gold which was hung in her home, she had won but at what cost was the headlines everywhere.

y/n had been described as someone who had changed running, and now she needed to prove it. All of her qualification times had been slower than expected but still easy races.

It was clear she was not pushing herself to make quick times only qualify, and that had made the media wonder if the 23 year old still had it in her to run.

y/n had many things on the line here today as she prepared for the final. But the one she really cared about was Maz's encouragement that morning.

"You win, and I'll tell the whole world." Maz said with a grin, her arm tracing patterns on y/n's bare shoulder, kisses being placed into her hair line.

"Really?" y/n questioned, Maz nodding simply as y/n chuckled and pressed a kiss to her long-term girlfriend's lips.

"Well, I better win then." y/n smiles Maz leaning down to press a deep kiss against her just as the door opens.

"Separate and clothe please, I want my cuddles!" Rachel stated as she walked in, throwing a random top at y/n as the woman chuckled and pulled it on, her best friend landing next to her on the bed.

"3, 2, 1." Maz counted as the door opened again and Millie appeared, the Lioness landing the other side of Maz also.

"You know guys, this is a 2 person relationship." y/n had said and Millie snorted.

"No it ain't." Millie denied and the group shared a laugh.

y/n couldn't help but smile at the memory of that morning, knowing full well that Maz's promise had pushed her mind a little further as she set down.

She waited for the call, the crowd now dead silent, this was it, this was the final push. y/n breathed in, breathed out. The shot echoed, and y/n leapt.

Her feet pushed against the ground, her breathing regulated as she came into the first bend, she looked at nothing, heard nothing, not even Femke behind her, trying to keep up with the blistering pace y/n had set.

y/n did not look at the clock as she came down the back straight, she didn't hear the shouts from the crowd as their eyes continuously darted between the clock and y/n herself.

y/n continued, going around the final bend and into the home straight, she realised somehwat that she felt as if the race had gone quick, very quick.

"Come on baby!" Maz's voice brought her back into the race, pushing her legs harder as her lungs burnt and she raced past the line, the girl slowing her legs down as she collapsed onto the floor.

y/n's body shuddered as she tried to breathe, only just acknowledging the deafening cheers coming from the crowd as Femke got her yelling excitedly.

"Fe, what?" y/n asked with a pant as she got up, accepting the water throwing her way and throwing half of it on herself before trying to take small sips of the rest.

"Oh my god!" Femke grinned, turning her around to see the screen so y/n could see her time.

"HOLY SHIT!" y/n screamed, jumping back and running in shock. She collapsed on her knees, looking at the time in shock and someone wrapped a flag around her shoulders.

45.67 seconds - WR, WL, SB, PB

The crowd could now definitely be heard as y/n shouted in joy up at the sky. Photographers racing to get a photo of the new record holder who had almost matched the men's.

y/n leant down pressing a kiss to the track beneath her as she was helped up on shaky legs, throwing herself at the people around her who were just as happy for her as she was.

That was something y/n had always loved about competing. Those around her despite being from different places, were always as happy for each others achievements as the person themselves was.

y/n ran at her friends, Rachel and Millie dragging her into a hug as y/n tried to compose herself. Maz was next the woman leaning down and placing a kiss on her girlfriend's lips.

"Had to go an set a world record as well?" Maz asks her and y/n grins, pushing herself up and into Maz again, another kiss being shared with the cameras flashing wildly.

Millie and Rachel cheered with the girls around them, excited it was finally out and they no longer had to keep the hard to do so secret.

"Love you!" y/n called as she hopped down, Maz grinning as y/n ran off, flying the flag behind her as she celebrated and shouted with the crowd.

This was a race she would never forget, and the photos taken would soon be all over her and Maz's home, as the love shared was perfectly captured in a snapshot of victory.

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Tried my hardest with this but still not super happy can’t lie ! xxx

[wawamouse]

Oz Rewatch 3: S5E04: Next Stop Valhalla

Storylines

Jaime tries to kill Guerra and is killed instead; Miguel feels guilty; Alicia Hinden comes to Oz with the dog training program; Augustus, Penders, and Miguel are selected

Miss Sally’s Schoolyard to become Sallycise; Brass confirms to Rebadow he bought the lottery ticket; Martinez hits Brass with a shit cocktail; Gloria tries to get Martinez put in the hospital and then beats him up when he keeps touching her face

Beecher and Schillinger fight during an interaction session; Schillinger antagonises Schibetta;

Peter Marie visits Keller; McClain visits Keller

Winthrop and Guenzel arrive at Oz; Guenzel is taken under Beecher’s wing while Winthrop becomes a prag for the Aryans in Unit B

Frank Urbano arrives at Oz; Beecher asks Pancamo for the Italians help in protecting Guenzel; the Aryans and Italians get into a fight

Gloria tells Ryan he has to tell his mother about his crimes; Ryan breakdances instead; Shupe tells O’Reily that Li going to rape his mom; Ryan and Cyril kill Li

Augustus continues to grieve his mother and ends up breaking his sobriety

Omar annoys Emerald City and Said with his singing, McManus gives him a supply closet to practice in; Redding demands Omar use it to sell drugs; Lalar and Arif complain to Said that he’s neglecting his role as leader; Robson tortures and kills Lalar

Sister: That’s why they gotta stop announcing everything they do in this show, like...

Sister: I feel like [Norma’s] just dead at this point.

Sister: I feel like they’re leading up to him being like a mass shooter or something. Me: You think he’s gonna snap? Sister: He seems like the type...

Sister: …I think being free would making him happy. I mean, [Toby] had that whole vision about being free that did not include [Chris], so I think he’ll be fine.

Sister: You can just tell them anything and they’ll let you through…

Sister: What’s wrong with this guy? What’s he in for? Me: Hate crimes… Murder, officially, I think. Sister: Hate crime? What’s he sniffing people for? Me: He's just a perv...

Sister: …That’s so gross… In my sickened state*, I can’t even summon a bleugh. Me: [Retching noise] Sister: Thanks. (*We got some booster shots yesterday and Sister always gets sick afterward lol)

Sister: When are they going to address that guy whose wife also died? Me: Never. Sister: So why did they introduce her?! To spout off some facts and get shushed by the priest?? Me: Maybe there was originally supposed to be more of a story to it and it go cut. Sister: No, they just wanted to do their little after school special moment and then not deal with it. You know, if any of the Muslims should be having the issues in these episodes, it should be the other guy (Arif), not Mr. Said... Me: They could have issues together. Sister: Yeah. Kill the Nazi helper dude. The one who's egging everything on. Schillinger doesn't even really do stuff on his own anymore. Before, he didn't want to fight and wanted to become a Jesus freak and it was always that guy whispering in his ear. And now look.

Sister: How we know he’s not gonna build a bomb in there? … Oh, I guess they took away all the cleaning supplies…

Stray Thoughts

Sister says Jia Kenmin and Li Chen’s plan to provoke Ryan so they could kill him in self defense was really not thought-out

Sister is convinced that someone is going to die for one of the dogs

Sister believes that killing Robson would get rid of most of the Aryans’ bite since she views him as being the worst out of all the Aryans

Final thoughts

The scene where Robson and what’s his face torture Lalar is the toughest scene to watch in the entire show, imo. And it pisses me off (like, I’m actually getting mad thinking about it right now, lol) that Robson gets more expansion in terms of character as the show progresses, too, because whooooooooo gives a shit about a Nazi?! They still haven’t followed up on Arif’s wife LMAO. Also Urbano gets introduced this episode and they don’t end up doing shit with him, really, either. But let’s learn about this asshole!!

Sister: I feel like they’ve run out of storylines with the Muslims and are just repeating past ones. Wasn’t it [Arif] who was the one complaining about Said’s leadership the last time? And then he couldn’t handle it which caused the whole thing… and now he’s doing it again? Me: I think they just don’t like when Said helps other people. They complained when Said was spending time on Beecher, too… Sister: Yeah, [Arif] is so needy… He’s like “you’re spending too much time with your roommate who you have to stay in a cell with” and also every time he is around, [Said] just wants [Omar] to be quiet anyway…

[mmkin]

Get You Some Arlong - update!

Chapter 10 of GYSA is now up... whooooooooo! Link to AO3

If you prefer to read it here on Tumblr, the chapter is under the yummy pics and cut. Trigger warnings - none that have not been used before in this story. A bit of racism/slavery. Some smutty action.

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All you can do is lie there and stare at him for several moments as you absorb his words, wondering if you heard him correctly. Did he just ask you to have a baby with him?

You were no stranger to contraceptives. The last thing you needed in your wanderings across the South and East Blue was a brat to take care of, so you'd taken care of yourself and continued to do so with Arlong. It's something he's aware of – with all the fucking he's given you there would be a kid or two crawling around Arlong Park by now if not for your diligence.

“That's what you want?" you finally venture in a small tone. It's genuinely surprising to you that Arlong might want a child. He never seemed to want one before and let's be real, the pirate lifestyle isn't very conducive to child-rearing.

He looks down at you with a soft gaze behind his half-lidded eyes. “Why not, Y/n? It’s safe here.”

You can not deny that. Some of the escaped slaves that came here had owners looking for them. Arlong is swift – and brutal – in his persecution of the agents and bounty hunters who act on behalf of said owners. Arlong's territory was large enough, his tribe plentiful enough that threats could usually be handled before any would-be transgressors made their way to the Conomi Islands, unless it's one of the times Arlong chooses to lure someone into a trap.

And as whispers of the Arlong Empire rumble through the sea, it attracts attention from the Marines and other humans, to be sure, but it also has the effect of bringing in more seafolk to support Arlong and his empire where seafolk can move freely on land or in the waters around them without persecution. The citizens of Arlong Village are nearby, ready to fight for their leader even if they're not part of his pirate crew.

“Yes. You’ve created a magnificent place here. I’m so proud of you.” You caress his face as you look up at him, feeling his hand still on you, gently touching and rubbing you. “It’s just… a lot to think about.” You place your hand on your stomach, trying to imagine what it would be like to be bred by Arlong and carry his child. Physically and genetically, he would be an excellent sire. But siring is so simple compared to raising the product of that siring.

“I have done a fair amount of thinking as of late. The Arlong Empire has made much progress in the last couple of years, as you know since you were part of that."

You smile at that, gratified to know that the work you have done has been so beneficial to the mighty Arlong the Saw. His hand moves from your womanhood, sliding up your hip, and you thrill at the feeling of his large and strong hand encasing the curve.

“But this is not just for me or my friends and fellow fishmen. Our work here also benefits the ones that will come after us.”

“Mmm.” You give out a thoughtful hum as you ponder his words.

“Think about it, little squid,” he urges you gently. You nod, giving him a firm gaze. Oh, you’ll think plenty about it.

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While you ponder Arlong's request, there are plenty of other things to think about. Since you are now confined to the island and the waters around it, you turn your focus to Arlong Village, using the skills you have to help in one way or another. As the mate of Arlong, you're suitable to receive important guests, although you also meet and greet escaped slaves and the variety of people in between who come to Arlong Park or the village.

Arlong does not call himself king, but he is respected as such, and this means you're his queen. You wear no crown, but as the Big Three and other fishmen know, you wield a great deal of power even though, unlike Arlong, you don't flaunt it. You choose to exercise your influence in more subtle ways.

“Think about it,” you urge quietly one day as Nami stands before Arlong. “If you allow Nami to go beyond the Grand Line, consider how much information she can gather for you. You don’t give a shit about the One Piece, and neither do I, but Nami can exploit those looking for it to your benefit. And as we’ve seen, it doesn’t hurt to have a few human pirates on your side. Look at how well Buggy’s doing!” Personally, considering what happened to Nami’s mother, you feel that she has more than earned true freedom. It’s her dream, and though ultimately Arlong is her – and your – captain, you will happily nudge Arlong in her favor, and that includes using whatever argument will appeal to your mate the most. “Think of what Nami can do out there with a crew backing her up. And you can sit here and reap the benefits while focusing on your empire.”

Being the Saw’s mate does have its advantages. You rest your hand on his shoulder as Nami stands there, watching the two of you. You and Nami keep your faces controlled as Arlong ponders what to do with his prized cartographer. Finally, he nods slowly.

“You have proven that you have talent beyond making maps. You may join up with these Straw Hats, but always make sure that your interests do not come in conflict with mine.”

Of course, Arlong can not help but remind Nami that he is granting her a favor. It won't be easy for Nami to balance that, but she is a smart girl and you are confident she will manage it. Arlong has plenty to be occupied with anyway. And you've heard whispers about the Revolutionary Army in the past, but it seems nowadays you are hearing more of them. The world is changing, and Arlong must change if he is to survive. Fortunately, he has made some progress. Which is better than none, you suppose, but you're hardly one to judge because you can see that you've come a way since you were a teenager.

“Any time you decide to return to the Conomi Islands, I don’t doubt your sister will be happy to see you. I bet she’ll be thrilled for you!” you say. It seems like banter on the surface but it also signals that you’ll be keeping an eye on Nami’s village to make sure Arlong doesn’t take a long absence from Nami as an opportunity to fuck around. You’re not entirely sure if he will, and despite the personal growth he’s had, he’s still an asshole sometimes.

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Although you haven’t given him an answer to his big question yet and he knows you’re still taking the herbs, he will insert breeding into his dirty talk when he is in an especially rough mood.

Yes, that’s it be a good breeding slut and take my cocks… fill you up with so much cum… put my shark pups in your belly… He gets very dominant and aggressive at these times like he's acting on pure instinct, and you figure he is, just as you do when you go in heat. When you think about it, you're fairly certain that seeing you seriously injured triggered his deep-seated protective instinct into overdrive. Mix that up with his possessiveness and assholery, and fuck, he can be so damn overwhelming. It almost gets too much for you sometimes, especially when he'll roll you over onto your back and pull your legs apart so he can admire the creampie he's made of your quivering and well-fucked pussy, looking pleased as fuck with himself. He's also more likely to bite when he's in rut.

At least he lets you sleep as late as you like the next day after such intense sessions, so you’re content to curl up in the blankets, sore from Arlong’s attentions but nonetheless happy and pleased as he sends Hatchan or another fishman to you with breakfast whenever you want it.

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As fierce as Arlong can get with you, you do find occasion to turn the tables on him.

“Is my little squid in an aggressive mood tonight?” he asks with a soft chuckle as you slide into his lap while he’s at his desk and start to nibble along his ear. You growl quietly in response, pressing your lips to the spot just below his ear. A strong arm wraps around your middle, trapping you in his lap as he sits back, allowing you to nuzzle and rub yourself against him, tentacles sliding along him as you paw at him. “Are you in a slutty mood? Yes? That needy little hole of yours needs a good pounding, hm? Why don’t we see what we can do about that, shahaha!”

You bite the side of his neck and feel him shudder in response, his cocks straining against his shorts as he bares his teeth at you in a playful snarl.

“I want you in the bed, on your back,” you say in a commanding tone as you try to slide off his lap, but his arm holds you in place. His gaze fixes upon you when he realizes you’re not just feeling aggressive, you want to dominate him. His lips stretch into a lecherous smirk.

“You think to give your captain orders?” he mock challenges you.

“Out there, you are the captain. In here, you are my sharkman stud.”

“Is that so…” he replies in a soft purr. “Well, I can not deny that I am yours.”

With these words, he goes over and pulls out the spare comforters you keep in a chest. Since his dorsal fin prevents him from lying on his back, the two of you have figured out a creative workaround. With a carefully rolled and folded comforter on either side of his dorsal fin and a couple of pillows, Arlong can recline back on his bed, his fin slotting in place between the two thick blankets. He wiggles around a bit as he settles in, now completely naked and waiting for you.

The sight of a gorgeous sharkman lying in bed, waiting for you, looking at you expectantly with his manhood in full arousal… it’s not something you’ll ever forget.

You slide into his lap, facing his cocks while pinning his arms to the bed with your tentacles. “Look at you, so hard and ready to be fucked,” you purr at him, echoing some of the filthy talk he’s uttered to you in the past. “Do your cocks ache? Such a good stud,” you growl at him, and he smirks as he recognizes some of his language. “I bet you’re ready to shoot your load, you dirty slut. You want to put all that cum somewhere hot and tight, hmmm?”

His eyes glint and he chuckles in amusement at that. “You’re the one begging for it, little squid,” he challenges you.

“You’re the one bound and at my mercy,” you shoot back.

“Are you sure about that?” he grins, flexing his arms around your tentacles.

“You dare disobey me?” you scold him. “You will pay for that, stud!”

You make him wait for his orgasms, bringing him to the edge several times as he writhes against you. You have to admit, his self-control is impressive as his cocks quiver against your light and teasing touch, weeping precum. On occasion he’ll make a defiant noise, snapping or growling at you, but it’s all in good fun. He wiggles his hips, his cocks bouncing and swaying as he groans in frustration as you wrap a tentacle around the base of his cocks.

“You’re mine,” you growl at Arlong. He growls louder at you, a happy glint in his eyes.

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“There will be a need for more fishman towns. You've done a fantastic job of expanding your territory, and we've been having an influx of new fishmen as you know. Arlong Village is getting quite sizeable, and my opinion is we have enough fishmen in our civilian ranks to establish a new village now, here…" You point to one of the larger islands on the map. It's still a good distance from the Grand Line but has a few more trade routes and traffic. It is a recent acquisition, a real prize compared to the Conomi Islands, and that speaks of the expanding numbers of Arlong's supporters and his strength.

Not only that, but the city on that island brings even more tribute than Cocoyasi Village did back when it was under Arlong's control. Even though Nami's been gone for a while, you've kept an eye on the village, ensuring Arlong doesn't fuck with it. And he hasn't, partly because he's had plenty enough to distract him. He might not be lord of the entire East Blue, but he still controls much of it and has earned the respect and fear of various humans.

You’ve learned more about the history of Arlong’s presence here from various sources, including Hatchan and Nami. You understand that Arlong was in a lot of pain before, and he still carries a great deal of it, but he’s mellowed a bit. Part of that is because of you and your influence. He’s learned how to channel some of that energy into venues that will serve his empire better in the long run rather than using violence as a first response.

“I agree. As pleasant as Arlong Park is, given the reach of my territory, I know there will need to be more bases for the empire, and can be used as a trading hub to enrich our coffers." He grins to himself with pleasure as he looks at the map (it's one of Nami's), tracing his fingers along the paper. He looks like the shark he is, hungry, ready to devour the opportunities that come his way, eyes glinting as he assesses the map, the islands that belong to him marked off.

The island you’d been talking about is the southernmost of his territory, closer to the Grand Line than any of the others under his control, so it will need to be handled with care. More access to trade routes and the like means more potential for pirate or Marine interference.

“If I may humbly suggest, as you recently acquired this island, you put a pause to your expansion efforts?” you gesture to the swath of islands under his control. “We’ve had more issues with outsiders lately, so I think at this time we should focus all our efforts on defense rather than offense.”

He stares at you. “You think I should stop my expansion efforts?”

“Not forever, no. But I do believe that for the next few years, we should focus on strengthening what we do have and bringing more of our kind here. Moving a bunch of fishmen to the new island would stretch us thin in other places. You know we've been dealing with more intrusions, and that's a drain on our resources."

“Hmm." He frowns thoughtfully. You say nothing more – there is no need, for the seed has been planted – and rise from your seat to move behind him, rubbing his shoulders. He gives out a groan of satisfaction, head lolling back as you minister to him. You've learned that after times like this – meetings, going over correspondence, where Arlong has a lot to ponder – a good back rub often aids his mood and thinking process.

After a while, he tugs your arm, guiding you to his lap where he holds you, basking in the comfortable silence as you curl up into his lap, burying your face against his chest.

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A clutch of fishmen – mostly escaped slaves – has recently arrived at Arlong Village. It's nothing you haven't dealt with before but for one thing. One of the fishmen has a human woman with him, and is refusing to let her go, and shows defensiveness at the snide comments a few local fishmen make in regards to the human, who you learn is also an escaped slave.

Plenty of humans are assholes, as you well know, but this poor woman, clinging to her fishman partner, certainly doesn’t seem like one. It’s clear from the fear in her eyes that she knows how precarious her situation is.

“I’m sure you must be hungry,” you say as you look at the haggard-looking group before you. “Please, enjoy the hospitality of the mighty Arlong the Saw,” you say, shifting into hostess mode. Once they’re settled and eating, you look back at Arlong. Before he can say anything, you speak.

“I know how you feel about humans, and I understand why. But as you’ve seen, humans have their uses...” You pause and stroke your chin. Even if cooperative humans can go by relatively unmolested by Arlong or his crew, their status is pretty low in the Arlong Empire. Arlong does not call them slaves, but they are not much more than. And as long as that goes on, that’s going to be an issue, and one that can weaken the emerging Arlong Empire from the inside. Humans can only be browbeaten so much before something snaps. History has shown that often enough, not just with humans, but with fishmen or other races as well.

“Look at them,” you say, gesturing to the couple. “They’re not the first, nor will they be the last mixed couple. And I do not think we should fight that. You’ve been here for a decade, and I’ve not even been here for two years. This is your empire and your crew. You set up in this place and did all this work before I came here. And as a fellow fishman, you know my loyalty.”

He looks at you with a measuring gaze. “I suppose you want me to give that human girl some sort of… leeway?”

“Why not? Look…" You are careful about what you say about his tribute system. "She didn't choose to be a human or a slave. But she chose to be with him, and he with her." Even as you say this, the fishman is sitting close to her, protective of her. And she welcomes that closeness, placing her hand on his knee "Look at him and her, don't their body language remind you of another couple…" There is no denying that Arlong and you are well acquainted with the comfort of simply being close to one another.

He grumbles at that, but you notice he doesn’t disagree. “Some countries grant citizenship to an outsider who marries one of their citizens,” you point out. “It could be a good way to foster friendly relations. Not everything has to be a fight.” Your hand slides up his arm.

“I will take it into consideration, little squid.”

You have to hold back a grin. That’s as good as a yes. “That is all I ask for,” you say, resting your head against his shoulder as the two of you sit there, looking at the people before you.

[whatislifebesidesrehearsal]

*in SM group chat*

ASM 1: WHO WROTE THIS *picture of mysterious handwriting in a SM script*

ASM 2: ASM 3👀

ASM 3: I didn’t write pirates

ASM 1: whooooooooo

ASM 3: k then I have no idea it wasn’t me

DSM: someone’s lying 🤔

ASM 3: Could it be HEAD SM? I think she was in music with us when we did the pirate song but not sure

ASM 1: scandalous

HEAD SM: it definitely wasn’t me

ASM 3: then idk

Production Assistant/ASM 4: it was prob DIRECTOR

Idk it wasn’t me tho

submitted by @noxus-roxus

[sergeantsporks]

which gilded characters are the easiest to write? conversely, who are the hardest?

Phoenix is definitely one of the easiest to write, mostly because I've been doing it so long, but after him, probably Petro, because writing him is always just "what is the worst possible thing someone could say in this scenario? Perfect."

For the hardest, I'd say first of all, Caleb, because I always have a little voice in my brain going "Do NOT fuck this up, do NOT fuck this up, do NOT fuck this up" every time he talks about Phillip, because whooooooooo boy. Yike. For the Grimwalkers, though, it's Mole, because I rely very very very heavily on dialogue and dialogue tags to convey emotions and whatnot, and Mole. Does not have those. So I'm trying to utilize body language and actions.

[biscuits-of-bagend]

DnDoc, The Loch o' the Lowes #6 - The Water-Cow

Part 1 Part 5

Previous stories: DnDoc, Coming Home DnDoc, Space Band DnDoc,A Man's a Man DnDoc, The God of Rock 'n' Roll

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"Guys? What's going on?" Ruby called. She stood up and looked to Rogue.

   Rogue turned to the Doctor, expecting him to explain, but the Doctor was wading into the loch. He went in knee deep at first, the water lapping at his shorts. Then as Rogue gestured to Ruby to come with him he walked even further in until the water came up to his waist. As Rogue watched him he felt a tug towards the water too.

   Ruby screwed up her face. "What is that noise?"

   Rogue stared at her. "You can hear it now?"

   "It's quiet, but it's getting louder." She frowned at Rogue, looking from him to the Doctor.

   Not sure what else to do, Rogue did what the Doctor would do and firmly took Ruby's hand. He started leading her towards the Doctor, checking her expression as they stepped into the water. Her face was set, serious and determined. She and Rogue waded forwards until they were level with the Doctor. The water was utterly freezing around Rogue's thighs - he was a little taller than the others, so waist height didn't quite reach his waist. His feet felt rooted to the spot, but also desperate to move. Somewhere, anywhere, he just wanted to get out of the reach of whatever was going to come grab him from below.

   The rumbling stopped. In the silence suddenly Rogue could hear his own breathing, ragged and uneven. The silence felt like its own noise.

   "Whooooooooo," a low voice sighed, "are youuuuuuuu?"

   Rogue looked to his right at the Doctor, whose mouth was hanging open.

   "The water-cow," he whispered.

   "Noooooooooo," the voice responded. It sounded like it was rolling off the loch like fog and directly into their heads. "Thaaaaaaaaat is I. Whoooooooo are youuuuuuu?"

   "It's like an Ent," Ruby murmured.

   "I'm the Doctor," said the Doctor. Rogue's stomach fluttered. Hell yeah you are.

   "Youuuuuuu are noooooot the uuuuuusual laaaaaaads," said the voice.

   "Usual lads?" Rogue looked to the Doctor.

   "God dammit," the Doctor groaned. "I can't believe this. This makes no sense! You mean the soldiers, right? The ones that murdered the priest?"

   "An eeeeeeeevil man he waaaaaas," said the 'water-cow.'

   The Doctor ran his hands down his face. "Okay, so, there's this ballad James Hogg wrote down a version of. It involves a well-beloved priest tempted to evil deeds by the devil. He curses a girl, ruins her life, makes a wax doll of her, the whole thing."

   Rogue gasped. "The temptation. Poor heartless man! And wilt thou lie. A prey to this devouring flame? That thou possess not bonny May, None but thyself has thou to blame."

   The Doctor slapped himself on the forehead. "Yep, that's the guy. In the story, there's a couple of covenanter lads - long story - who shoot him in the head and save the girl."

   "The girl that decked me?" Rogue asked.

   The Doctor looked round at him. "Oh my god, that's why you really fell in the burn, isn't it?"

   Rogue nodded. "I… um… and I felt someone behind me when I fell… I guess maybe that could have been a solider? I did see some guys hiding behind the waterfall on the way up. But like, neither of you saw any of this, right? And you didn't start hearing the noise until right now. None of this is actually happening."

   "Oh, honey, I would not be so sure," the Doctor mumbled. His eyes darted around all over the place as his brain powered through the possibilities. "You did fall in the water."

   "I could have stumbled because I got a fright," said Rogue. "And how am I meant to be sure I felt something behind me? It was all such a blur."

   "Wheeeeeeere aaaaaaaaaare the boooooooys noooooow?" groaned the voice.

   "Doctor, while you're in the zone explaining things, could you elaborate on water-cow?" said Ruby.

   "Oh, it was just a throwaway line in Hogg's story. I think he was trying to take the piss out of Highlanders and how scared they were of their water-horse. So he threw in a water-cow," said the Doctor. He spoke louder now, directly to the loch. "I don't know. They would have been supposed to meet the girl up there, so she could tell them where to find the priest. But if she bumped into Rogue instead…"

   "So sheeeeeee is alooooooone?"

   The Doctor shook his head. "In the story she's in the cottage. The cottage may be long fallen, but we will find her, I promise."

   "What cottage?" Rogue asked, flickering memories going past his eyes of a little house on the strip of land between the two lochs.

   "I think you may know what cottage," said the Doctor.

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Part 7

@off-traveling-in-the-stars @casavanse @monster-donut @randomwholocker (let me know at any point if you no longer wish to be tagged in each post)

[correctrvbquotes]

A large explosion happens, and clears to reveal the Reds

Sarge: What the hell was that?

Simmons: It sounded like a huge explosion!

Sarge: Chantilly lace! That means the Blues have rearmed the bomb.

Grif: Wait, they rearmed it and it exploded. Isn't that good for us?

Sarge: Grif, don't interrupt me when I'm leading in a battle situation!

Grif: ...We're in battle?

Sarge: Course we are, now get ready for your orders. Donut!

Donut: Yes Sir.

Sarge: Scream like a woman!

Donut: Can do! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! (Runs wildly and continues screaming through the rest of the episode. See below)

Sarge: Grif!

Grif: What?

Sarge: Prepare to sacrifice yourself to save a nearby superior officer.

Grif: I don't think I've been trained on that.

Sarge: Simmons, kiss ass at will.

Simmons: You're both an excellent leader, and a handsome man sir.

Sarge: Excellent work Simmons. Incoming.

Sarge and Grif duck, and a rocket shoots over their heads

Sarge: Grif, you're up.

Grif: Permission to assist Donut, Sir.

Sarge: Permission denied. Continue with Operation Meatshield. Remember, just 'cause your bones are broken doesn't mean they won't stop bullets from hitting me! Now get out there.

Simmons: Good call sir!

Sarge: You're on your way to a medal, Simmons. In fact, medals all the way around. Purple Heart for Grif, Pink Heart for Donut, and a Brown Nose for Simmons.

*** Donut's womanly screams ***

Donut: Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! We're all gonna die! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, wahaaaaaaaaah whooooooooo hoo hoooooooooooo, whoaa noooooo, whahahaaaaaaaaaaaaa, gonna die, we're gonna die, whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... (inhale) Ahhhhhhhhhhh, we're all gonna die, can't someone help me, won't someone help me, whoaohhhhhhhhhhh, help me somebody...I'm too young to die, I'm too pretty to die...I haven't even seen Paris yet!

[shouldntbeaskingmyselfwhy]

never take advice from someone whoOOOOoooo's...... fallin apart

[the-derpy-demon]

I've really never been someone to use social media. I mean duh, I use it to find art and follow cool peeps but I barely ever actually post to stuff like twitter.

Twitter kinda sucks, so I don't have any interest in posting there. I don't think I look good enough to actually bother posting anything to Instagram. But if tumblr is as, 'fine' as I've heard it is now, maybe I'll give it a shot posting here?

I mean, blogging is just life updates right? Kinda? Even though tumblr really isn't used for that sorta stuff anymore, I think. Maybe I'll just update every so often, and maybe someone will see that. Whooooooooo knows.

[bopit-twistit]

two seconds away from proclaiming myself a lesbophobe 🙃

[thesolferino]

senior high school bf!dream headcanons

⤷ note: literally woke up this morning and couldn’t get it out of my head so i wrote this whole thing at like 8 am while having coffee instead of writing my actual requests. hope you enjoy!

mister “quarterback on the school’s football team-wide shoulders-super tall-pretty smile-letterman jacket” dream

your high school jock bf dream (no pun intended)

your high school was never that cliquey in the first place, but clay was definitely popular and well known by the whole school

he mostly hung out with nick (who everybody grew to call sapnap) and george who were, as opposed to him, kind of shit at sports, but geniuses in literally everything else

he never dated one of the cheerleaders despite them obviously hitting on him (who could blame them?) - he simply wasn’t interested. ppl couldn’t believe it, especially him being a senior and never having dated anyone from the school

the person he DID, however, end up dating, was you - a girl he had to tutor in english ‘cause you were so bad at it that you were absolutely going to fail

he wasn’t all that excited about it, assuming you wouldn’t want to cooperate, until he saw how pretty you were when you approached him to figure out when you guys were gonna meet up

and once he figured out you were actually quite good at english, just didn’t have the attention span for writing long essays, he liked you even more

during your shared chemistry class, for a moment he turned around to look at you, and you smiled at him from your place at the other end of the classroom

sapnap and george caught that. they did not let it go for approximately the rest of eternity

they actually let it go after a few weeks when they saw the two of you leaving the school together, hands interlocked

my GOD he would be a sucker for you wearing his clothes - ESPECIALLY HIS LETTERMAN

he’d take it off in school just to give it to you so you can walk around in his jacket and show off that you’re his

lots of stares since, like, that’s CLAY’s jacket!!!

he also gets jealous/protective so easily

one of the dudes in your class tells you you’re pretty? arm around your waist immediately

someone who’s into clay DARES to make fun of you? he’ll embarrass them in front of the whole class. no mercy!

he thinks you’re like the coolest person alive. he’ll just sit and listen to you ramble about things you love forever

you’d come to football practice with him when you had time (and even when you didn’t, because he’d beg you to come watch him) and cheered him on every time he seemed vaguely happy with his results since you had 0 knowledge of the game

be prepared for a lot of smelly and sweaty hugs

nothing he loves more than picking you up and spinning you around after they win a game

and hugging you very very very very very tight

“baby, let me go, you smell!” “what? i can’t hear you.” “i said you smell! let me go!” “wait, i need to bring you closer, i can’t hear what you’re saying.” “NO!!!!!”

also late night talks about your future and what he wants to do when he’s finally out

not sure if he wants to use his intellectual skills and learn coding or put his love for writing to use or keep doing football

you teasing him saying he’s like troy from high school musical

him wheezing loudly and claiming you’re gabriella

cue half an hour of discussing high school musical

going back to that “clay after they win a game” point,,,,,

nsfw under the cut! if you are a minor or uncomfortable with such topics, please stop reading here!

⤷ note: the characters in this story are high school seniors, which means they are 18-19 years old!

he’d have SO much adrenaline and energy that just needs to go somewhere

istg the stamina that man has is crazy

if the guys stick around in the locker room he’ll just usher you to one of the bathrooms and fuck you there

he does not give a single fuck if a teacher walks in; it’s their damn problem!

and if everyone gets changed quickly and leaves for an afterparty you bet you’re getting railed on one of those benches

“come on, baby, get on your hands and knees for me.”

he’s definitely one for overstimulating so he’ll just fuck you through your orgasm, fingers still on your clit and everything to the point you have to push them away

feel like he would be really good at aftercare so after he fills you up he’ll pick you up and sit you down on the bench, get some tissues and whatnot

“you okay?” “does it hurt?” “d’you want me to carry you?” “i didn’t hurt you too much, did i?”

and when they lose the game

whoooOooooo boy

you’re getting railed into next fucking week with all the force he has in his body

he’s going full degradation mode + spanking bc fucking you is just not getting that energy out by itself

“look at how you clench around me, whore. my little whore, aren’t you?

“i told you not to hold back. keep doing that and i’ll fuck you in the damn cafeteria so you’ll be sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

his ego is just wayyyyy too big to not have you screaming every time

tease him and he will have you spread out, begging and pleading. literally no question about it

“aw, you thought that was funny, didn’t you? not so funny now, is it, princess?”

he’ll edge you for literal hours until you apologise. don’t underestimate him! he has his goals set and will do whatever it takes to get to them

that’s what makes him so successful, i suppose

i just feel like he would be a vvv sweet boyfriend 🥺

(would defo convince you to go to a college that’s close to his but that’s a story for a different time)

football player dream supremacy, me thinks!

[axoxtxhxh]

6 and 11 with the vets!!!!! 😘 I don't care who amongst the vets you wanna write these headcanons for, just gimme all the vets content whooooooooo!!!!

Haha thanks Rei! ❤️ A musical headcanon and driving headcanon with the vets. So I am going to be completely upfront. I thought it said music and not musical haha I don’t know any musicals! 🤣🤣 We can do this though. I got this.

First driving headcanons

Miche - Best Driver

I don’t just say this because he’s my favorite haha I think he is just calm and chill and has a lot of experience. He was the first one out of all of them to get their license and so he just has the most practice. I also think he has the most knowledge when it comes to cars so he’s not worried about any issues with his car.

Erwin - Road Rage Driver

Okay, but road rage, but like not really. I can just see this man yelling at other cars for not signaling and like when they pass him because he’s going the speed limit, but refusing to go over. He’s very much a “Look at that maniac” type of driver 🤣

Levi - Grandma Driver

Please tell me you don’t see this man sitting all the way up against the steering wheel and practically needing a booster seat! How freaking cute! I think he likes to speed, but has a lot of control over the car. I also think out of all of them, his car is the most “sporty”

Hange - Worst Driver

I can’t even explain haha like Hange driving is an absolute last resort. I don’t think they are super dangerous, but more like, if you want to get somewhere fast, they drive. If you want to get somewhere safe, Miche or Levi drives. I also think they probably have the car that breaks down the most and Hange will just like duct tape things back on haha

Alright. I don’t know that I can describe much for the musicals, but I will do my best!

Miche - Wicked

I think Miche is one of those people that always roots for the underdog so I think he likes stories like this where you learn why someone became who they are. I think he would LOVE Maleficent even though it’s not a musical haha

Erwin - Mamma Mia!

This guy LOVES to sing a long with the songs in Mamma Mia! I think he likes the idea of an adult having an adventurous life as a younger woman and also is a bit of a sucker for little bit of romance.

Levi - Phantom of the Opera

Maybe I am being SUPER shallow on this one. I just feel like he would like the darkness in it. I’ve never actually seen it so I could be totally wrong! I think he likes depth to characters and entertainment.

Hange - Cats

Cats, to me, always sort of seemed kind of chaotic and lots of things happening and I think that sort of musical would keep Hange interested. I also think the animal aspect of it is appealing to them.

I hope I did well!!

[lady-of-disdain]

Hello! I'm the same anon who gushed about your fic and you responded that it enouraged you in your writer's funk (which I'm so happy it helped fuel your fire!) I just finished reading the recent chapter and boy was it worth the wait!

I mean, Killer's practically moved in at this point, and Greenie is so chill about it even giving him his own pillow, that's so precious??? And of course Killer takes full advantage cuz he's an ass, but he does it in such a charming way.

Like, I was kind of scared he might get forceful with her when she kept declining his offered ride, but you're such a talented writer and I've clearly underesstimated you, because his actions at the end were so in character and a big veer from douche to fondly exasperating. I mean, he's kinda both, but the point is it was way better and funnier than I anticipated. This boy is so attached right now, it's unreal.

Your fic lives rent free in my head, kudos again to you, hope you're doing well!

*Grabs you and tucks you into my nest for safekeeping* HI! Hello! Did you know you own my heart Nonny???

I really love your messages they, and you, are a true delight! I'm glad you are enjoying the obnoxious trash gremlin, he really is horrible amazing isn't he? *swoons*

You know it's funny because I do also love it when Killer is written as very forceful, and dominant, and I think in certain situations he would be more so. But when I write him sometimes he just comes out much softer, and I feel like that's just a side of him he doesn't even realize he has sometimes. A side that certain situations happen to bring out of him. Sure he could just grab our dear Reader and shortcut her anywhere he wants. But tagging along with her and annoying her means he might convince her to go along with him next time, and anyways, he still gets to hang out with her, so he wins either way. uwu

(Heheheheehehe, dominant, boy howdy just wait until the smut happens because whooooooooo.... I'm going to be having immense amounts of fun)

Anyways, thank you again for your encouraging words. I'm about 3/4ths of the way through chapter seven now at this point too, and I SUPER cannot wait to get to writing chapter eight because it's going to kick off with one of my favorite Undertale fanfic tropes! >:3c As a thank you for your lovely comments, here is a sneak peek at chapter seven, under the cut.

'Trololo'

Your morning commute to work was anything but relaxing. Between an unexpected traffic jam, and Killer changing the music every 30 seconds like a 5-year-old with the world’s shortest attention span you were deeply regretting your decision of turning down his offer for getting teleported to work. You weathered it all pretty well you think, up until someone cut you off and break-checked you.

“haha! wow, that sucked.”

“Why yes, thank you Killer, that sucked quite a lot and nearly caused a wreck, astute observation- IF YOU TOUCH THAT SKIP BUTTON ONE MORE TIME I AM EATING YOUR FINGER BONES!”

Killer snickered but left the song. For the first time the whole drive you got to listen to a full song.

“i thought you said your commute was relaxing nurse? Not very relaxing from where i’m sitting.”

You caught that distinct shit-eating tone of voice of his when he was fucking with you, which was often, so you were starting to get used to it by now. Of course, he’s at least half of the reason for your miserable commute today, but you couldn’t blame all of it on him.

“Life’s hard and sometimes traffic happens,” you grind out. “Would be a lot easier to get through though if you didn’t keep skipping all my favorite songs.”

“life’s hard and sometimes you miss all your favorite songs. would be a lot easier if you could just skip the commute altogether,” he threw back at you smarmily.

You… did not have a response. Already you are feeling silly for having turned down his perfectly sweet offer. And why? So you wouldn't feel like you were taking advantage of him? So that you can continue to struggle all by yourself? Ok, so maybe you have a little bit of an issue asking for help from others, but why did you also have to turn it down when help was freely offered?

[theminionjcfucked]

The BB23 Houseguests as the types of drunk people you see at a party:

Alyssa: The Bitchy One- A couple of drinks in and she hates everything and everyone. If she sees you talking to her man, she’ll kill you.

Azah: The Lightweight- She rarely drinks and gets buzzed quite easily. She’s gonna need help down the stairs because she does tend to stumble all over the place.

Brent: The Creep- Wasnt invited to begin with. Won’t leave the girls alone and reeks of Budlight. Gets kicked out for causing problems. Fuck him.

Britini: The Loudmouth- She has one shot and she’s off to the dance floor. She sings and dances to every song as well as trying to hold a full on conversation while the music is blaring.

Christian: The Keg Star- Big frat boy energy with this one. Recruits people to do a keg competition. Is the one guy who is constantly yelling “WHOOOOOOOOO” to every goddamn thing. Annoying.

Claire: The Crossed One- She was definitely stoned before showing up to the party. A little bit of tequila in her belly, but she’s pretty mellow. Is most likely the one to answer the door about noise complaints.

Derek F: The Table Dancer- He is on the floor immediately upon arriving. As soon as he’s a drink in, he’s busting it out on the table. And if there is a pole of some kind, he’s on that too. Full slut and he owns it.

Derek X: The Crier- Usually he only drinks a few, but sometimes he goes overboard and his feelings get drunk too. You’re gonna have to hug him a lot tonight. He can’t help it, he’s a Pisces.

Frenchie: The Fighter- Absolutely gets into a fight over something stupid. Gets dragged out into the driveway and gets his ass handed to him. After he leaves, everything is fine.

Hannah: The Bathroom Bestie- She doesn’t know you, but she loves you. She’ll compliment your outfit, hand you a makeup brush touch up with, and even fix your hair for you. Truly the best person at the party.

Kyland: The Deep One- He has two or three Jell-O shots, and suddenly he’s Aristotle. Half the time he is rambling about something that isn’t that deep, but you hear him out anyway. It always ends up relating to a superhero movie.

Sarah Beth: The Explorer- When she’s buzzed, she becomes a snoop. Looks in every room of the house. Might even look through some drawers. Definitely walks in on someone having sex.

Tiffany: The Designated Driver- She may be slightly tipsy, but she’s sober enough to take care of everyone else. She’s gotta wrangle everyone up, walk them carefully down to the car, buckle them in, and get them all home safely. And she will be the one to hold your hair and rub your back as you puke. She’s a real one.

Travis: The DJ’s Shadow- Is so wasted, all he can do is walk towards the music. He stands next to the DJ all night. Just kinda bobs back and forth in the corner. You’re not even sure if he’s supposed to be here.

Whitney: The Handsy One- One mixed drink for her, and suddenly her hands have a mind of their own. She will hug you, rub you, or even lunge herself at you. Half the time you’re not sure what she’s saying. Get her some water.

Xavier: The Pre Gamer- Was lit before he got the call that their was a party going on. Brings Four Loko and starts a Congo line. He’s had the most alcohol of anyone, and yet he seems the most put together.