#CAN YOU HEAR ME CACKLING???

[mydairpercabeth]

i’m sorry but Percy being the token white boy of camp half blood will forever be hilarious to ME

[chirp-a-chirp]

Lucifer: You’re not upset at me?

MC: Absolutely not.

Lucifer: And there’s nothing I can do to make it up to you?

MC: Actually, there is. You can return this bag.

MC: I was going to wear what’s in there tonight for you.

Lucifer: There’s nothing in here but lip gloss.

MC: SUFFER LUCIFER.

[mrmeepsmadmind]

thunderhowl doesn't even like to lick mechs (he'll sometimes lick rocks or random objects to help decipher what it is if his smells can't help with its history) because he likes to keep up his elegant knightly air but. also. he likes seeing that seemingly impenetrable wall of soundwave's superiority complex Crack a little with the impudence of Utter Disgust

[artisticas]

karlach: enver? wait, you knew gortash?

durge: yeah, we- uh- were together for a little while.

karlach: you dated the brutal archduke of baldurs gate?!

durge: well, he wasn't the brutal archduke of baldur's gate when we were together.

[frnkiebby]

Okay FellowWhores!

Here are your Appreciation Day details:

Over the next week I will post four of my favorite frimages with a little drabble of how I image the evens of the picture taking place.

They’ll be anywhere between 500-1k words.

With the first one being at 6pm today, i’m hoping it’ll follow an every other day schedule. So today (sunday) being the first, then tuesday at 6pm being the next, and so on until all four have been posted.

Ever your faithful FrankWhore,

frnkiebby~🎃

ps. ILY ALL THANKS FOR BEING WHORES FOR FRANK IERO WITH ME

[melodraca]

first years talk at a normal volume challenge (impossible)

[maiteo]

maia…they’re saying Ruben is dating an OF “model”….

[thirteenemeraldcats]

"oh I wasn't a fan of Delilah. It made my eye twitch." Brian, I'm gonna need you to take several fucking seats. OK you wrote "all dead all dead" which is about your first cat that died.

HAH! All cat songs are good songs, Brian (those two are at the OPPOSITE ends of the emotional spectrum though 🤣)

The songs in question:

[queer-crusader]

okay separate post about Will Turner because i love him actually

my man throws his sword twice in this film. Once to block off Jack's exit during their fight in the workshop, and once to save his life at the gallows. This man is a SPECTACULAR swordsman (and during that fight in the 'shop? When Jack tests his skill? it feels less out of curiosity and more sort of mentor-y. I think that's the most truly captain-like we've seen Jack, but that's about Jack, not Will. Still, love that moment). But MORE than that, he is a good man and a good pirate.

His whole arc gets put into a few simple words by Jack:

"The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do, and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man, or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday."

Throughout the film we go from Will seeing absolute red at the mere mention of pirates, furiously trying to kill Jack and dispute the fact that his father was anything else than a merchant sailor, to who he is by the end of it. We see him in the brig of the Pearl with the other crew members as he asks them about his father, and when Pintel and Ragetti tell him Bill never felt comfortable with the mutiny and sent off the treasure because he believed they all deserved to be and remain cursed, and Mr Gibbs called him a good man... His face lights up. Because now he knows for a fact Bill Turner was a pirate and a good man. He had principles that he stood by. And it helps Will to accept the same duality within him

There's also the whole class difference between him and Elizabeth and Norrington that i think is so fascinatingly written. Will knows he is of lesser standing and cannot afford to step outside of it ("How many more times must i tell you to call me Elizabeth, Will?" "At least once more, miss Swan. As always." "...Good day then, Mr Turner") while Elizabeth is more brash and outspoken towards him, especially after her dream that transported her back to her ten-year-old self. He behaves like a gentleman (because he is a good man, but also because he has to), but as the film is set in motion, his frustrations at being overlooked and ignored due to his standing despite his heart and skill start to shine through. When Elizabeth is taken, he bursts into Norrington's tactical meeting to retrieve her, telling them all his plans aren't good enough when Norrington responds drily and with this unwavering reason in his voice, and slams a hatchet into the map. Norrington takes him aside and, now with strain shining through in his voice, reminds Will to please remember he is not the only man present who cares for Elizabeth (referring to both himself and the governor, her father, who is also present).

Norrington later calls him rash for acting when the Navy was working on a plan, which does track - Will is rash. But it does make me think if that rashness and the outbursts are supposedly a sign of the fire of piracy in his blood, or also a representation of his class and the effect that it has on him for being treated constantly as lesser than when he in truth measures up so well. He has to fight for everything dear to him. But that fire and passion of course do remain even when he finally gets to be with Elizabeth and no longer has to fight for her. Anyway, all that to say that my man has heart. And i love him very dearly

[aroacee-of-spades]

every time i look at the date i mutter '3 days' under my breath and i think i finally annoyed my best friend to the point where she came into the room holding a cup of tea and straight up walked back out.

[rickybaby]

[birdy-bat-writes]

See, the beautifully, hiLaROUSLY fucked up thing about being a first year in college is that I get to witness some high school seniors walking by me, touring the campus and thinking that this will be the best fit for them after graduating and not 2 minutes later, I’ll get stopped by some College senior taking her graduation photos and asking me to pop the confetti canon…

So I’m just stuck in 4 more years of limbo between these two ends and it’s so surreal….🤣🤣 like I want what EITHER OF YOU HAVE. you BOTH have something I want! Because 19 years old feels like I’m an overgrown baby, cosplaying as an adult and then someone got convinced and now I’m just trying my best.😎✌🏼

[savage-rhi]

Fuchsia? 😂

[pipthepiper]

virgin!bf!viktor who simply cannot control himself around you.

it’s like he’s some sort of horny teenager, eyes glued to your body at every chance he gets and sticky hands attaching themselves to your ass or tits when he sees the opportunity.

you don’t really complain about it; being wanted so viscerally is a compliment, one that makes you feel good in every way — so even when viktor gets amped up in situations that he shouldn’t, you don’t do anything to stop him.

“wan’ you so bad,” viktor pants into your ear, grinding his hard cock against the swell of your ass and bruising your hips with his hands. “wan’a feel’ya.”

you bite your lip to mute the moan that bubbles in your throat; you know it isn’t entirely safe right now, clock nearing noon and academy halls bustling with life — even behind the thick door of the closet, you can hear the murmuring and cackling of people.

“vik, we gotta hurry,” you whisper, not entirely sure if he even heard your words over his pants and groans.

“i know,” he grits out, slightly surprising you. “jus’… let me, fuck, — feels so good.” his voice tapers off and the shuffling of clothes gets louder as he humps faster, the imprint of his thick cock almost sliding between your cheeks.

you let out a small gasp at the sensation, mind conjuring up lewd fantasies of feeling the hot flesh without the barrier of the layers — and now your own head is fogging up, slick gathering between your folds as arousal grips your gut.

“i-i’m sorry,” viktor says breathily, blunt fingernails digging into your flesh. “shit, i-i’m close,”

a moan escapes from your lips before you can stop it, and the sound seems to strike something carnal in viktor — moans tumble from his throat as he starts to fuck himself against you more desperately, pattern completely erratic and near feral; simply using your body to chase his nearing high.

“you’re so good, sound so pretty — i-i can’t, — hah, oh, fuck — ‘m so close, can’t hold it—!”

a few more harsh thrusts and a long groan later, viktor’s cock throbs against your ass as wet heat seeps into the front of his pants. his dick twitches in something that resembles a rhythm, like a heartbeat, and it’s so fucking hot, you’re soaking your panties — you want him inside you.

“hah, oh, shit,” viktor rasps as his hips stutter, voice deep and honeyed, cum cooling against your ass. that damn fog is thick, and the urge to taste him is overwhelming.

that’s why you wiggle from his grip and turn around, dropping to your knees in front of him and inhaling lungfuls of that bleach-y scent. you grip viktor’s thighs and stare up at him with lidded eyes,

“lunch isn’t over yet, vik. think you can cum for me one more time?”

virgin!viktor save me… save me virgin!viktor…

[dhoranbolt]

I need reader who's shy/easily embarrassed, and Sukuna who just pops up whenever to say the most unhinged out of pocket shit on the side of Yuji's face just to see her go bright red.

read fic here

Sukuna who takes the opportunity to lick her face when Yuji tries to reach out and move some hair from her face. The gasp she let's out is choked, and Sukuna grins as Yuji is quick to pull away with a sound of disgust.

"That's not all I can do with my tongue. I'll show you one of these days, when the brat let's me out to play." It's a threat and a promise. Sukuna can't wait to take the drivers seat and devour her.

Sukuna who taunts the both of them for his own amusement, keeping her walking on eggshells whenever she's around Yuji

Who pops an eye open to watch as she bends over to pick something up, taking a moment to admire her ass before he opens his mouth. And when he finally does, "I cant see the swell of your cunt, bend some more for me." Yuji's quick to slap a hand over his cheek and ignore the sting, only for Sukuna to make his way to the back of his hand and cackle

Sukuna who isn't paying attention to what the brats are doing until he hears her moaning. Cracking an eye opened to see she's putting food in her mouth, eyes closed and a faint smile pulling at her lips.

"Do you always moan like that when you put things in your mouth? Or are you just showing off for me." She nearly chokes on the food, eyes going wide and cheeks burning red as she looks at him.

Sukuna who refuses to acknowledge the fact he enjoys her reactions for anything more than his own entertainment.

But who does start to notice the subtle change in Yuji's behavior towards her

Who makes it his new goal in life -to keep himself entertained of course, no other reason- to make the both of them so uncomfortable in each other's presence.

Because if he can't physically toy with his new (not favorite) human, he'll gladly do it from the passengers seat of his vessel and make everyone involved miserable.

@saiki-enthusiast here's the tag!! I hope you enjoy 😊 I have a fic that's like a follow up to this that I'm still working on, it's a little dark/ noncon though, if anyone was interested!

[chalkscene]

tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND

ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma

warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3

this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”

“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”

“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”

MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.

you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” rindou deadpans. despite the lack of lighting in the club, he doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”

in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”

“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”