#The busts in his office

[daemon-in-my-head]

Gortash has a 'love' for humanity and it's making me sick cuz that's perhaps why I even like him. Cuz it's twisted and messed up and rotten, so fucking rotten, but it's there, and his every step and every plan of his strives towards the betterment of the status quo in some way and advancement of humanity in a way that's just making me sick.

In this essay I will-

[kickis-conan-king]

Dear Reader fanart! (again) This time an Actual Scene instead of just random doodles. Dear Reader is truly a new fandom classic at this point, so if you haven’t read it, do!!! If you have read it, and loved it, please please go flood @heavilycaffeinatedsblog with praise and love and appreciation etc

[wolfgang1097]

Errr, what's up folks? How was your Christmas?

Anyway, this is a little something I decided to share out of sheer boredom as we are a few days closer to New Year's eve, I guess. Yes, today was just another do-nothing day, unsurprisingly.

Check it out:

Oooooohh! White, you are so busted, and what for anyway? Black, what are you about to ingest, here? Just look at whatever the hell Black is about to ingest. Is he predating the notorious Tide pod fad? (Yes, I personally think the Tide pod fad was stupid and, more importantly, very dangerous). I swear, this is one of the most questionable pieces of Spy vs. Spy artwork from Bob Clarke's era I have ever seen. This could be taken out of context very easily.

Keep in mind, whatever the hell is taken out of context, I do not condone in anything inappropriate nor disturbing regarding the subject matter involved. Anyhow, I hope y'all liked this image. Peace.

I do not claim ownership of any content. This piece of artwork was illustrated by the late Bob Clarke. Spy vs. Spy as a whole belongs to the defunct MAD magazine and the late great Antonio Prohias.

[the-haunted-office]

"Who does this bitch think he is? I'm the only one allowed to come in here and spook shit up on Halloween! I mean. Technically it isn't Halloween until tomorrow, but I stand by what I said!" >:/

[marc--chilton]

(mgv) if house needs touch for his pre-heat to soothe his antsy hindbrain, wilson will find particular joy in scratching his chin. house never outright asks for it if he can help it, the touch, but wilson's pretty good at reading him and figuring out what he needs. and chin scratches are his favorite because it's like house's weak spot. yknow, besides the other bigger stuff. he'll press further into wilson's hand, his good leg bouncing (one time wilson did standing chin scratches and house almost ate shit so this is a sit-down activity), and start purring once the endorphins kick in. the closer to house's heat, the more likely he'll have to have his held up by wilson by the end of it. it's such a far cry from house normally to let himself enjoy something good for him so wilson tries to keep the teasing to a minimum even though the temptation to do so is so very strong

[almoststedytimetravel]

People who say Apollo has three different backstories but this isn't true, he just has three seperate instalments of a backstory. You get the first part in Apollo Justice (the circumstances of his birth) then you get the last part in Duel Destinies and instead of something normal happening to Apollo in between meeting Clay in Junior High and him being born it's what we learn in Spirit of Justice.

[designernishiki]

I finished dead souls the other day and man. unironically one of the most innocently satisfying endings of any yakuza game ive played thus far. it was sweet and silly and a little sentimental and idk maybe it was just refreshing to end a yakuza game and not feel totally miserable. all the important characters lived and had nice, but simple endings. kiryu and haruka stop by ryuji’s takoyaki stand and ryuji makes haruka a special takoyaki plate just for her. majima construction’s doin their thing rebuilding the city and shit. akiyama has hana back and she lightheartedly nags him about collections as per usual. it’s just. it’s nice. thank u dead souls i am at peace

[sillyvampirestan]

kinda forgot how much i absolutely love this movie but this poster goes snakefuckingly hard for no reason

im never going to get over that sickass yellow suit + the hat. the tie too???? like holy shit will wood? idc that hes doing the nice guy pose, hes the only one (jerma might be a close second) that is good at that pose. the way that the m in jim carreys name is the same as the one in the mask. THE LIGHTING TOO .

uh anyway this concludes my rant about why this poster fucks Wayyyy too hard. I Will Never Stop Talking About This Movie I Love It Too Much

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

home from work

[madtomedgar]

If, a cql implies, jgy sent jzx there hoping he would die, good for him, that vineyard vines boatshoes moron can go.

[are-we-really-doing-this]

Hey Joe I’m tryna see what that other coquina clutch got going on

[krchov]

(by @slezteztoholustrudonalde)

Listen if the study of ancient humans doesn’t make you at least a little bit emotional idk what to say.

I started crying today at the museum because they had reconstructed the shoes of Otzi the iceman.

Either he or someone he knew who cared about him made these shoes out of grass and bear skin and twine and he was wearing them when he died over five thousand years ago.

And a Czech researcher and his students did reconstructions of these shoes and wore them to the same place where he died to test them out and they were like yep! These shoes are really cozy and comfy and didn’t give us blisters while hiking!

Is that not just the coolest shit ever????

[madamechrissy]

Put it On Me

nsfw- Your boss Nanami counts how many times he can make you cum on break

Your cunt is dripping down your boss Nanami’s Armani gold watch, he's watching it as it soaks his two fingers, pumping in and out of your soppy little hole now. Nanami has ten more minutes of this break, he's counting how many times he can make his pretty assistant cum.

"One.' He murmurs as you're pulsing around his fingers, thighs spread on his desk, trembling. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your sweetness off them and moaning. Cheeks hollowing. "So exquisite. Bend over my desk, darling."

You eagerly obey, ass in the air, feeling his silk cheetah tie wrap your wrists, his strong muscles flexing behind you. "Nana-mi!" Your back arches when you feel it, his hot tongue lapping up your slit, his huge hands gripping the fat of your ass, your skirt is bunched around your hips as you press into his oak desk.

Your boss Nanami fucks you so good with his tongue you cum all down his chiseled face, earning his satisfied moan as he stands now, pulling on your hair, wrapping it around his fist, gently cupping your face with his other hand. "Two."

Now your boss Nanami Kento is rubbing the fat tip of his cock between your puffy lips, you gasp at it, his breath against your ear as he bullies his cock in your little hole, you're trembling at the stretch. "K-kento... you're s'big I..."

He presses you up high on the desk, cutting off your words, your legs dangling as he bends down he's so huge, his body, his cock, his hands, you feel so small and pathetic, as you're drooling on his desk, his thick cock pumping in and out, heavy balls smacking your clit, you're screaming now, earning a smack on your ass.

"You've got to be quiet, darling.... oh, f-fuck... three." He peeks at his watch with a shaky hand, hazel eyes rolling back when you flutter around him. "You're such a mess, aren't you?" You barely manage a nod, Nanami’s cock slides in easier and easier as you're dripping g down his office floor, he's pulling that cheetah tie, using it as leverage, gasping when you tighten around him.

Your boss Nanami wants to at least get one more orgasm from you, so he presses your head into the desk, watching you drool out of your stupidly open mouth. Your fucked out eyes are so pretty, he lets you know as he bends over you completely, murmuring "four"

Nanami watches your eyes roll back as his tip abuses your cervix. Your orgasm is blinding, your head falling back, he's shoving his cock so deep, stuffing you so full, you can't take it. You're shattering as you cum so hard it hurts, feeling him in your tummy he's so deep. "Cum in me, please." You whisper, he cups your face now, exhaling at how pretty you are, the tears falling down your cheeks glittering under the office lights.

"Want me to fill you up, pretty?" He's pressing on your tummy over your blouse, you nod eagerly, and he's busting his load so deep in you. You're dripping his white sticky cum, trembling in his hold, pussy pulsing as just his cum gets you again. "F-five."

"Wh-what's the numbers?" You ask, dazed and cock drunk, he unties you, the silk leaving your wrists, that watch going off. He smirks, lips turning up at the corner,then turns you and fixes your skirt, kissing your lips.

"How much I could make you cum during my break." your boss Nanami slides your panties up now, his sandy blond hair falling over his forehead as he kisses up your thigh. "Back to work, darling."

Nanami loves his breaks 🥵 Kinda dom Nanami, I don't see it too much aha but that's my head canon for him <3

[devil-in-hiding]

bully!Soap who never insults your looks, you were his pretty little cry baby. he craved seeing you whimper and whine, he loved the thrill of you fighting back with tears on your cheeks

he however hates seeing those pretty eyes pained. when the two of you were 10 years old is when he made the grave mistake of mocking your teeth for the first time, he was experimenting at the time and he q u i c k l y learned that is not what he wants, not at all, after watching tears of genuine hurt pool at the corner of your eyes, not meeting his eye as you cover your mouth with your hand and fleeing

you didn’t smile for weeks and everyone avoided the boy, who stared at you, willing you to l o o k at him

the first time he ever heard a boy a grade higher than the two of you utter the word “fat” in your direction, he blacked out, only coming back when two teachers were hauling him off the boy, knuckles busted and dripping blood, and the boys face was a proper mess

when they were dragging Johnny towards the office, he caught sight of you, staring at him, hands clutching his book bag and cheeks glistening in the afternoon sun, eyes wide and curious

[naked-covered-in-bees]

re: heaven

i think castiel's "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIED ON A STUPID PIECE OF REBAR LIKE 5 MINUTES AFTER I DIED TO SAVE YOU"

vs.

dean's "HOW THE FUCK LONG HAVE YOU BEEN BACK?! WHY DO YOU THINK I LET MYSELF DIE IN THE FIRST PLACE??!"

would be the dramarama of heaven, would spread all over the cosmos, end up fucking up all of jack's plans because jack's starry eyed noob angels are way more interested in the cute little human who keeps busting into the heaven offices to chase cas around and be like "WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL YOU WERE BACK AND YOU DON'T COME DOWN TO FUCKIN' SAY HI ONE TIME??? AFTER THAT EXIT?!"

poor jack would throw up his hands and be like "well, i'm out. i gotta go focus on family therapy."

sam is like "why are migraines still possible in heaven."

[interdimensionalhellscapeportal]

Extra bonus points if the combination of obscenities uses multiple star wars languages as well as the worst *irl* language has to offer

my personal favourites hehe