#alright yall im cranking these out!

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat/Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun Additional Tags: Face-Fucking, Glory Hole, Anonymous Sex, Roleplay Series: Part 5 of Kinktober 2024 Summary:

Chay can't afford tickets to Wik's latest concert. Surely there's some way for him to earn the money...

[tsukishimaenthusiast]

could I get some hcs for bokuto, Iwa, Noya and kuroo where they see their gf with headphones on blasting “Dear Future Husband” and having the time of their lives 😌

bokuto, iwaizumi, nishinoya, and kuroo watching their s/o blast “dear future husband” through their headphones

for some of them i decided to change up the headphones part i hope that's okay !

bokuto:

you and bokuto were studying at his place when he decided he wanted to shower

tbh he prob just wanted to get out of studying lmao

you didnt want ur music to clash with the ones he was playing in the bathroom so you put on ur headphones and vibed😎

dear future came on so u cranked that shit up and got out of your seat

“i never learned to cook, but i can buy the book. sing along with me, sing sing along with me hey!”

you started singing lyrics out loud and dancing around bokuto’s room without a care in the world

when the chorus came on you spun yourself around and saw bokuto standing there with a smile on his face and a towel around his waist

obviously you were startled and stopped singing but bokuto ran up to you

he took off your headphones and continued singing where you left off

he started dancing with you around his room, making sure to have one hand holding his towel up

“i promise i’ll treat you right, y/n!”, he exclaimed, giving you a kiss on the cheek

iwaizumi:

iwa and you were running errands together

he said he had to pick something up real quick and told you that you didn’t have go in the store with him

he left the car running just in case you got too hot or too cold

while he was out, you put on the radio

one song had just finished and then dear future husband started playing

u loved this song so you decided to turn the volume up

“ha, you know i’m never wrong. why disagree? why why disagree? you gotta know how to treat me like a lady~”

you were singing the lyrics aloud when iwaizumi opened the door and sat down in the car

you didn’t stop singing, though… you just didn’t do it as loudly

you continued singing the song, motioning towards iwa… almost as if you were serenading him in a way

you smiled as you watched him blush in embarrassment, from himself and from you

you got really close to his face at one point and he grabbed your chin and gave you a quick peck on the lips

“alright, babe.. you can continue singing the song but im gonna drive off now.”

yall iwa’s a softie for you, he held your hand as you finished the song👉🏼👈🏼

nishinoya:

ur waiting for noya to finish volleyball practice outside the gym

you found a nice spot nearby so you started doing homework since you had a lot of it today

when you finished your hw, you started studying

however, the music playing through your headphones was a little distracting

you put your textbook down and started dancing

but you were sitting down so it was more of like,, wiggling around n stuff

“you’ve gotta know if you wanna be my one and only all my life. dear future husband~”

you were singing the lyrics aloud to yourself and was lost in your own little world

nishinoya placed a hand on your shoulder and you jumped up and took your headphones off

“sorry, babe. didn’t mean to scare ya!”

he walked closer to you and brought his hands to your cheeks, giving you a loving kiss on the lips

“so you gonna finish singing that song for me or what? i like the lyrics,” noya said, winking at you

you laughed and lightly pushed his shoulder

“idiot,” you muttered sarcastically

you continued singing the song under your breath while packing up your things

kuroo:

kuroo would always meet you after the days you had your club meetings

ur meetings and his practices ended at the same time, so it worked out for you both

you always stayed behind to clean up the classroom you and your club members just used

kuroo was making his way towards the classroom and heard loud music playing

he eventually realized that the music was coming from the room you were in

he peeked through the glass on the door

and watched to dance around the room, going back and forth from desks to the garbage can

kuroo was so fixated on watching you that he didn’t even realize what song you were listening to

he opened the door and started singing the song he couldnt help himself hehe

“dear future husband, if you wanna get that special lovin’~”

he grabbed you by the waist and spun you around

you giggled in his arms and lowered the volume of the speaker from your phone

“dear future husband, huh? is there something you’re trying to tell me?”, kuroo asked, raising his eyebrows

you looked at him and smirked

“maybe. now would you help me clean up?”

he smiled at you and he began picking up trash from around the room

[bleepblopbloop56]

Cooking With Bleep Blop

Yall wanna know how to make a turkey taste fuckin awesome??? No?? Too bad

Okay so once last year someone tected me saying they hated turkey cause it was "dry as hell" and i was so fuckin FLABERGASTED like dude?? What are you doing?? So im gonna tell you how me and mom have been doing it for years okay

Okay so yall... Ya gotta brine that shit for like 24 hours okay, let it get That Juice yknow? And for one turkey you need

like 2 lbs of (unsalted) vegitable stock (or like 32 oz)

1 and 1/2 cups if kosher salt

A pound if honey

An unknown amount of water

And a fuckin bucket (for later)

Okay mix all that shit in a pot and "boil" it (not really just get it hot), mix and desolve that salt, please dont burn the honey. And then cool it with ice and cold water

And then get your fuckin BUCKET (a cooler will do if you dont have a bucket with a lid) and put your turkey in the bucket, poor in your cooled brine so you dont cook the turkey in the bucket, and add water till the turkey almost covered

Oh, and when puttting the turkey in the bucket put its legs up abd breast down so the back/bottom that isnt ate as much is sticking out.

And fuckin brine that shit for like 24 hours but your not gonna end the world if you brine it for less

Okay so lets say you did all that okay and now its a day later abd your ready to cook that shit, so we pull out the turkeys, rinse em off (on the inside and out) and pat it dry

and now comes the "im gonna sound like a serial killer describing this" part

To to get that Good Good Taste we gotta just sorta... Cut up a stick of butter and put the slabs undernesth the skin,,,

Like really get your hands in there, place butter anywhere butter can go in the skin okay

Then we make hats! Tinfoil hats! So the goverment cant read our turkeys mind! Just get a sheet of tinfoil, and form it to the shape of the turkey and set it aside for later

And then we apologize to the turkey for shoving butter under its skin by giving it an oil massage with vegitable oil. Just really get in there on that bird yknow, make it feel special

And then after all of that you tuck the wings under the bird by like twisting them and shoving them back, place him in a pan (we tinfoil it for faster cleanup but its not required) and place it in the oven on 500° for half an hour

Then hat it, crank the heat down to 350° until a thermometer in the Thiccest part of the Breast says 165°

My mom wanted me to tell you "And do not remove the thermometer when you bring it out!! It stays!! "

And dont puncture/stab/cut/or wound the bird AT ALL for 45 minuets so it stays juicy alright?

And then you get a great tasting turkey, and everyone will love you! Happy Last Thursday Of November and if you have to see your family because of it well maybe you could talk about this instead of grandpas outdated political veiws on your existance!

Bye!

[stareyedraccoon]

👀👀👀 execution hm?

ill put it under the cut!!!! tw for .. death… obvs… its a Dangan Ronpa Execution 

Seeing these … reactions was weird, to say the least. He was certain everyone hated him, even before he killed Tabi. so this? this was weird.Alyen hugging him threw him off a bit too much. Honestly? It was between momo and Alyen on who to frame- Its not like he wanted these kids to die, or he even really wanted to kill anyone. but.. "Ay, you really need to take better care of yourselves, the both of you. Lock your doors- and make sure you’re with someone most of the time. This will happen again and again until you find a way home, get it? Be more careful. if i see any of yall in hell with me im kicking your ass.“ he sneered, messing up the fish boys hair before gently cranking him off."And momo, sorry.. ya know? for everything, could have been better to you.” He made his way past them both, walking up to Caius. Poor dude. “Ey, its gonna be alright, ok?” Was he ignoring riku? he was ignoring riku. that dude always rubbed him the wrong way. he bent down to be at Caius level, petting his hair and wrapping his coat around the kid. "Listen, Its a fucked up situation ya know? If that letter was from my dad and i didnt do as he said? He would have killed me himself, so… I rather go out this way ya know? Plus, who says i cant outrun this otter huh?“he kisses cass gntl, right on the god damn mouth, before standing and looking at monotter“ITS PUNISHMENT TIME!” Monotters tiny mallet hit the big red button in front of him with a click! Tiny colourful stars spurting from the impact! Focusing in on the screen beneath just in time to see a tiny 8-bit Marche flee from a chasing monotter. The screen reading– ‘GAME OVER’MARSHALL FLETCHER HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY!Time for the punishment! Though both pixels had already fled from the screen by the time it faded to black. Marche didn’t stick around long enough to feel the harsh stares of his classmates not affected by his sob story, as soon as his goodbyes were said, he fled. Springing off of his own podium, he sprinted towards the elevator– If he could just make it in there he would be safe, That was his thought process. Monotter was surprised, a blank look on his face as he processed the Free Runner’s attempted escape; before SCREECHING and slamming his tiny paw on the same red button, sending out a metal clasp to catch the fleeing rat. Marche flicked his one eye back, pivoting to the side just in time to dodge the chained trap. This angered the otter even more. SCREECHING, he slammed his paw into the button over and over, tiny colourful stars still bursting from the impact with every forceful smack, getting more and more droopy as the button was abused. The ultimate titles were not given out lightly.  Marche had managed to twist and dodge every single metal clasp that had come to drag him to his execution, barreling into the elevator, he slammed his body to the side, hiding from the sights of his classmates, of monotter. The elevator chimed, the doors closed. Stood still Then plummeted downwards, as if the cord had snapped suddenly.ON YOUR MARK! GET SET!The elevator landed with a crash, throwing Marche out, he rolled into multiple dog-monokumas, barking and lined up at a starting line. Marche stood, staring at them confused, before being pushed to his starting point by an angered monotter, irritated and fed up with this execution already. Marshall took his place, monotter sped to the front of the line, squaking and showing the course map to all the ‘contestants’, pointing out the finish line. If he could just get to that … It was a general area people would practice parkour on, pipes, staircases, ledges that fell to the sideway far far beneath, it was all here. It was a danger Marche was used to, used to racing on. His confident increased with every growing second, his nervousness of dying replaced with a smug grin, setting his eyes on the finish line. 3 …. 2 ….1 ….  GO! Marche sprinted off, quickly gaining the lead in this race. He pushed off the first rooftop, grabbing onto the adjacent, taller building. His hands grabbed onto the lip of the building, wincing as sharp barbs stabbed into his hands. He gritted his teeth, quickly pulling himself up before looking at his hands, bleeding and damaged.  The course was booby trapped, and the dog-kumas were in close pursuit of him, one’s metal claws already attached to the roof behind him.He didn’t have time to worry about a few minor injuries, he bolted off once again. Vaulting over a wall, his arms got cutJumping over gaps, he landed in barbed wire, shredding his pants more so, ripping his legs gruesomely.Climbing up a pole- seems there were razorbladez jutting out,  slicing his hands, arms, and torso.Through all this abuse, he was finally within sight of the finish line, lined in neon lights, it almost looked heavenly.All that was left was a staircase down, then to jump across to the next roof, and he was home free.Despite all the bleeding, cuts, gashes, how abused his legs were by now, he forced his last bit of energy into running, running towards the stairs and towards the exit. Just one last stunt and he could go home. He could prove to his dad he would do anything, and he wouldn’t be hurt for failing his last remaining family. He could finally be someone his dad could be proud of. As soon as Marche was about to jump down the stairs, The dog-kumas appeared at both sides of the staircase, pulling a rope taunt and tripping the freerunner instantly, the momentum he put into his jump dooming him further.Marche fell down the stairs, each impact worsening his already brutal injuries. His head hit the concrete multiple times, each dog-kuma kicked him further down the staircase at each landing, giving him no time to try and stop his downfall. His speed only picked up, disgusting crunching noises emitting from his body as his arm broke, passing the last opportunity he had to jump to the finish line, His last hope passing him by in a blur. He plummeted faster and faster, before landing in a disgusting pile at the bottom of the stairs. Marche bleed out on the concrete below, body broken beyond repair. He struggled to keep his eyes open, even going as far as try to move from his twisted position, only to gasp for air as a broken rib punctured his lungs. Marshall Fletcher went still.