#mhmmm yum

[ardenzia777]

Oh my god can you imagine Odysseus and Polites as sirens together?! 😳

First of all, Odysseus and Poseidon… wondering how THAT would pan out now that they live in the same ocean and Ody is now one of Poseidon’s subjects. 😬 Then again, by the end of EPIC, Ody has definitely embraced his more Ruthless side so…

But secondly… HOW TERRIFYING A TEAM WOULD ODY AND POLITIES BE AS SIRENS OMG 💀

OH IT'D BE SO FUN Both just singing the nights away, exploring (venting their agitations through chaotic song and discord????) Like i eat pray love that idea~ On the Siren Polites Branch of the Bloodstar tree, Polites does ask Poseidon to make Odysseus a siren, and Poseidon is like "brother wha? BROTHER UHHHHHHH" And polties just gives big puppy with his lip gently pouting And Poseidon tries to avert his eyes, and Polites just swims around so he can reposition himself in a way Poseidon can't not see him, until Poseidon breaks and he's like "FIIIINEEEEEEE" And like Polites, Odysseus would also take after Poseidon's enjoyment of chaos and destruction and merriment in the fierce, so with both of their looks and their amazing voices, the seas are cooked. OOOOH, ok, brain thought. What if Polites and Odysseus protect the waters of Ithica from war ships by sinking their crew~ ok purr oh, and i'd imagine they'd travel the world at times as well hehhehehe ideas

[xoxochb]

I deserve a firman husband

[emmbny]

goin limp in könig’s arms nsfw

at first he’s a little frightened with the feeling of your already soft body in his large hands going even softer. Unnaturally soft. It was no question he was a large man, and by this point you two had been going a few rounds, so after you begged for his merciless side that only seeped from him on the battlefield, he’d obliged after forcing himself to forget about his personal feelings for your pleasure. Your back seemed to be stuck in an arch, with your hair thrown in different directions where the pillow was supposed to be. It was elsewhere on the floor.

There was a rough grip on your hips as he pulled you down onto his length, keeping his thrusts short and deep with whatever momentum you gave him. It was significantly easier before your eyes rolled back and your hands sought refuge on the headboard behind you, which he has now recognized as pleasure, along with incoherent babbling. You wished you could see the way his thick, toned thighs move back and forth for every single one of his sharp thrusts or hear the heavy german-accented pleasure fall from his lips, but you can’t. Instead, you could feel it. Instead, you could only see darkness or the ceiling through slim vision. Instead, you could faintly hear every time the headboard hit the wall, despite it being hard enough to create dents in the material and rattle the building.

“Kö-König,” you’d attempt, and once your babbling got the least bit coherent (more than just his name of course), he’d grunt back, “Ja Liebe, I’m here.” Even if you didn’t completely understand him all the time yet, you’d come to learn the most important words. You never actually did give him a response though. Just a long, sultry whine.

He chuckled breathlessly at you. Where you two meet, there’s a wet stickiness, one that would feel icky to you if you were mentally present. Everything was red. Ass, cheeks, and both your lips. Your throat would be too, but König just cannot get over how much bigger he is than you, and he has yet to comply because of the thought of it being too hard and genuinely hurting. Even if you had a nonverbal safe code.

But once it seemed your body shut down completely for his use, he couldn’t deny the primal urge to ruin you while he could. He had time to be upset over his lack of self control later. One hand of his could almost wrap under both knees, but he uses two anyway, effectively rolling you upwards and folding you in half. He slid himself back in once up on his haunches.

Your knees were now located at your breasts with his arms encasing you to cradle your face in his hands. It was a large contrast to the way he was plowing into the perfect spot, balls deep inside you, making your sounds louder and much more luscious. Even if you wanted to move your legs, or anything else for that matter, the only thing that could really move were your feet, while everything else was held strong against the bed or stuck by his massive body.

Your fingers wrap around his wrists coming in as he gazed into you with an expression that screams “look at me.”

[real-total-drama-takes]

Hello, I am the one wants Gwen to be more than fucking Gwuncan ship or whatever!

Some of y'all ship the JOKER and Harley Quinn on the downlow or think Duncan or Mal would be fixed by you in secret.... but can't let OG Dunceny S1 shippers have fun? Like no... you like THEY SO TOXIC AND I HATE THEM SO BAD GO DIE!!

I know some you ship worse than others in other fandoms....

So, let people have fun and ship their little ships, alright?

Also I think Gwuncan is kinda cute in my mind now but my way not wtf the canon or fandom wants.

Oh, they are lovers to rivals to friends my Gwuncan ship mhmmm so spicy and not like everyone else (It's not but I am having with it not being like I want this ship to die with their fans in it.) They like spicy kiwi treat yum.

Dudes... I am I love total drama fandom sometimes but sometimes you guys gotta know when to be like you know what?

That's rude ass thought maybe I shouldn't send death threats or threaten people in general?

Maybe I am angry and emotional maybe I shouldn't tell others kill themselves?

Also its funny but not funny that we keep going Dunceny VS Gwuncan.... if they were real life and people I feel like they would block half the fandom already by end of season five.

Also do you think Dj was to give Duncan puppy eye looks to get him from stop stealing?

I feel like Dj has to deal with so much Duncan's bullshit then he calls up Courtney and Gwen for all of them have Duncan in a circle while the tell him to behave as they run around him chanting to behave or no homemade meals from anyone!

Honestly Gwen bonk Duncan with bat, Scott you hit Duncan with a bat, and Courtney you try to stop them but with a bigger bat honestly like the looney tunes!

Hahahah it's hunting bad boy season!

I want them to be silly again... but no.

Everyone don't want to match my silly or stupid shit on main... like dude make Duncan funny again not toxic little whiny baby all the time...

Sigh I miss Duncan being sweetheart sometimes

I miss more caring Courtney and one who stole with Duncan.

I miss Gwen teasing Duncan as the friends they were

I miss Dj actually allowed to be near animals and wants to dance with Leshawna

[cescalr]

For the ask meme, pumpkin - what’s your favourite weather and why? peach - what’s your ideal aesthetic? cupcake - if you’re treating yourself, what do you do? ?

Pumpkin - overcast, warm (not humid), cool breeze, at twilight. I have photophobia (light sensitivity - ghe sun is my enemy), but I don't like to be cold :D. And bc of my cone and rod dystrophy, I can't see properly at nighttime either, so twilight is the best. Evening/dusk hours, before the sky goes black.

Cupcake - mint chock chip ice-cream with dark chocolate grated over it. Mhmmm yum. And I'll watch an old fav, like buffy or teen wolf or whatever.

Peach - this sort of needs demonstration, so here's my Pinterest. Some stuff on there counts, it’s usually labelled as being things I’d actually wear or own if i could. (Fashion and Furniture boards are the places for this.) In short, though - for building design, interior/exterior, some kind of weird hybrid love child between modern rgb neon gamer shit and. victorian/tudor styles. lol. Clothing... i just like. plaid. yeah. asdfklja;slg :D not good at describing this stuff, so, hence pinterest board. Um, i don’t really ascribe to the aesthetics i know the names of, so. I just. wear what I wear. yeah. :D haven’t paid real attention to fashion since 2007 watching Gok Wan on 4oD. lol. Wouldn’t think it, but i used to want to design clothes.... double lol. Terrible idea. 

[zorkaya-moved]

Zoya seems not to have noticed the presence of Oak Casket; she's far too busy taking something out on an unfortunate punching bag in the gymnasium.

@sinsarise

The dead cried for her, the dead praised her, the dead wished for her return, the dead spoke of her as their savior and their liberator. The Syndicate was her battle ring, and the Romanesque Hall was the place where information was flooding through. Oak Casket knew many things about Zoya, perhaps more than anyone would ever expect. The dead didn't lie. The dead didn't have the ability to cover behind masks. Death stripped them naked, exposing their truths and their vices. Oak could not speak to the dead, she did not dive that far, but she listened. Oh how the dead rose up when Zoya became the Legion's leader. The flames of the Legion ignited the Syndicate, the gang wars were both her delight and entertainment. The flood of the dead whispers rose up exponentially, but she was also interested in witnessing more.

It wouldn't be a lie to tell that Oak Casket has contributed a lot to gang fights. She committed murders, she sold information, she ignited the fires of the violence between gangs, but none of them had the gall to kill her or to try and end her life. They feared her. They feared the sinner who was surrounded by death. They did not understand that the bigger conflict would arise, the more casualties there would be and the more dead would tell her secrets... only to use those secrets to ignite more flames. Did Legion not ask her for the same as well? Information was key. But it was possible that it was Earl who worked within the area of secrets in the dark instead of Zoya herself, but it would be an insult to say that information wasn't something Zoya didn't have. No, Oak understood full well that Zoya had all that made her the perfect destroyer and resurrector of Syndicate.

How would Zoya react if Oak Casket said that one of her close comrades spoke to her post his death as well? The one who bore the name Earl. So many from the Legion were heard, they were a loud bunch, but they were more earnest in their fury and in their desire to live, to fight, to go back. So many regrets, so many wishes, and so many lives lost. The mortician who dressed as a holy woman basked in death far more than others, she was the closest to death and was even mistaken for one. The dead of the night, the silver moon.

It seemed Zoya was getting along well with other sinners in the facility. Not surprising. A great leader was always one, no matter the environment they were in. Though, Oak noticed the fury with which the Legion's leader was hitting that dummy. No one expected Oak Casket to be a fighter, but she was. Oh, she certainly was. The Drifter Camp did not dare to insult her for she granted solace to those who died, a mortician who kept their loved ones and granted their requests. But just like all Sinners detained here, Oak Casket was a maniac. And a maniac who made Chief do a step back, a maniac who made the Chief understand how their self-sacrificial nature is not invincible.

Was it really a good idea to put such dangerous people on the same team? The Fury and the Sloth would not work well together, or would they? Oak's fighting spirit was one of the strongest, surprising all and many. It was wonderful that Chief sent her to more battles; it brought her back to that chaos that became so normal to her. But what about Zoya? Did she enjoy this cage?

"What brought such fury from you that a training dummy must suffer so, Legion's Leader?" Oak Casket wondered aloud, meaning to bring the attention of the other to herself. The mortician had always moved too silently, all too used to how loud the steps were in the silence of Romanesque Hall. Her steps were always quiet, silent; deadly. She still wore those contact lenses that made her eyes become dual-colored: like life and death. "Perhaps, a discussion with another would help alleviate the worries of the heart just as much as a physical output. It would also save the MBCC training dummies for future recruits."

[ashotasfireandasdeepastheocean1]

...mhmmm 🍉🍓 yum 💕

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[xoxochb]

Girlie, share the dirty Jason Grace thoughts 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

omg hello I’m so sorry for this in advance 😭😭

but, like, I was just thinking about this req I have in my drafts it’s a smut fic solely about his biceps and hmhmhmhm yum yum yum I was just thinking it would be nice to just bite them or something idk dude or like dig my nails into them as he literally obliterates my insides because he’s overly huge??? like I’m talking I want to draw blood here n I want my cunt absolutely aching in the worst way possible I want my walls stretched out n I want to be unable to walk for the next week n a half n then back to his biceps mhmmm I want to rub against them like a cat n kiss them n bite them and tie a ribbon around them ughhhh I wish he was real!!!!!

[happyqueenandgrumpydork]

"Mhmmm yum."

Avoiding A Thorny Past Love (The Vampairs Au)

@happyqueenandgrumpydork *In Pastry vampire castle, Archer was cleaning his staff collection. *

[happytroopers]

It’s Sunday you know what that means- happytroopers two day late stream of thought shit post for this weeks episode of Bad Batch

You may be asking Happy when are u gonna do the requests you begged us to send in- and the answer is when I don’t have TMNT brain rot

Without further ado, spoilers for ep 14 below (obvs):

War mantle is an ominous name, love it but also afraid

Time for dramatic choir and now snare

Oooooo pretty animation

He a runner he a track star

WHOMST

KNIFE TWIRL KNIFE TWIRL my heart and other organs are fluttering

Wait,,,, Gregor????

Echo is so loyal I love him

Wrecker is like that classmate who didn’t do the reading and is just chiming in for participation points

Echos little glare

Oop is it time for a genocide

NOT THE BABIES

this is urgent,,, proceeds to walk extremely lackadaisically

Hunter looks tanner than usual

Mmmm they look pretty in the green lighting, forest beauties

MHMMM YES SIR TRACK HIM TRACJ HOM

This isn’t even a planet it’s just Colorado

Yes sassy hunter love it

Ominous music tho still scared

They’re little panicked duck was really cute

Slip n slide right into my dms pls

Resisting the urge to google his serial number

Awww echo feels

The commandos armor looks like the pillsbury dough boy

Mmmmm glowy visor makes brain go brrrrr

Beautiful boy

PLEBE

Captainnnnn

CALLED IT

Mmmmm I’m kinda loving Gregor with a personality

I DID N O T like the serial killer giggle though

Why does he talk like the mad hatter

Ok nvm Gregor smack my ass like a drum

What’s up with the voice cracks every fifth word

Tech said “are you absolutely sure of the direction we’re going”

That was a very dramatic scream for being stunned

I like the little card throw

Also the silver lined blacks,,, yum

Return of Lula

CHARGIN UP

GREGOR NO

Lmao Gregor not the trauma humor

Ok tech that was very sexy of u

Chaos duo time for takeoff

TECH J LOCE U

“That is sufficient I’ll take it from here.” So gentle

So that’s why we keep gonky around

HUNTER

Tech said not on ur life

And then changed his mind

Oop time for mental breakdown

I swear to god if I gave to watch hunter die I’m going to kill my self

My therapist WILL be hearing ab this

MY THERAPIST WILL BE HEARING ABOUT THIS

Ominous outro as well

Hmmmm many emotions

[papersniffer]

Mhmmm…my two favorite red dress poses from the Book of Mythicality. Even with a beard Rhett makes a sexy woman! I want posters made of these! Yum!

[quirklessidiot]

Alexa play like a virgin by madonna for our boy gojo.

Like why was he so nervous??? Doesn't he have more experience than her? Were his past sexual encounters not that memorable?

Satoru in minazuki!canon has only done one night stands for self indulgence + even lost his virginity to a prostitute when he was 16 (ch2). Sex for him never involved love or anything like that. Hes experienced, you can tell he is by the way he touches y/n and knows what he’s doing (like he didnt even need to penetrate her to make her feel great heheeh)

y/n’s perception is that anything inherently sexual is just baby making and more on a man’s pleasure. Yet for Satoru, who we know since the beginning always wanted (even before he fell for) always wanted Y/N to leave out what she was taught growing up, he’s like ‘fuck what they taught you. This isnt about kids or me, i wanna make u feel good because i love you and u deserve all that in this relationship’ so yeah, hes nervous but not because past experiences were scary or hes inexperienced, he just wants everything to be perfect and give y/n something good and something she deserves🥺❤️

𝔄𝔫𝔬𝔫. Y/N TEASING SATORU AND HIM BLUSHING LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL IS PEAK COMEDY😭😭😭

𝔄𝔫𝔬𝔫. I thought yn would be one teased and flustered but seems like it’s gojo. And i am loving it. Can’t wait to see how y/n messes with him more XD

flustered gojo makes me go mhmmm like i love seeing a confident man go weak sorry :”)

𝔄𝔫𝔬𝔫. Hey yo i didn't expect their first smutty scene to be like that. My boring mind just thought they'll make out on the bed with some light groping mostly from gojo and him guiding her. Exceeded my expectations, i now realize how poor my imagination is and how much I underestimate y/n. She's not sexual but when she tries wow.

AHHSHSHHSHSHS determination from satoru and y/n also wanting her husband to feel good as well (she’s willing to go the extra mile but her husband is willing to prove her wrong and make her feel good as well yum...we love generous couples who like giving yay)

𝔄𝔫𝔬𝔫. Everyone was expecting y/n to be the one that unravels due to pleasure but it’s gojo who whines from just her hand 😧 yea it’s over for him when she gives him the guac guac 3000 😔 he’s all nervous and blushing yea he’s whipped

ir’s the first time for satoru to have sex with feelings my man is juST WHOOOO

𝔄𝔫𝔬𝔫. Why do I feel like y/n is about to slut gojo out… he’s gonna start calling her daddy

ah, hes got another kink coming on and it aint the daddy kink :( (sorry its a me problem, i cant take that kink seriously and im blaming freud for making me hate the daddy kink sm... he’s ruined it for me now that i look at it in fics or when someones calling their boyfriends daddy i just stare at them and think of freud and the oedipus complex HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH :( srsly wish i could unlearn that theory T-T please)

[zrtranscripts]

Season 9, Mission 9: Last Night

Blame it on the Vodka

~

[bells ring, distant voice gives call to prayer]

SAM YAO: [groans] Oh, the call to prayer is lovely, but my head really hurts. I guess that means we're in New Agadir. Oh, this must be our hotel. My memory's really fuzzy. Five, is... is that you on the top bunk? [bed frame creaks] Oh. Morning, Five. You look like how I feel. My skull's throbbing, feels like something's stuck to my head. [rubber stretches] Oh, hang on. No, something is stuck to my head. It's a sort of rubbery swimming hat. It's really cold, it's probably not helping my headache. I'll take it off. [rubber snaps]

What happened last night? I mean, we can't be the only ones who made it over the border. Where are the others? And who's got Veronica's briefcase? Ow! Oh, we need to stay calm. My head is killing me. I'm gonna get some water from the bathroom. [door opens, shower water runs, shower curtain whips across curtain rod, zombie moans] Zombie! In the shower! It's-it's soaking wet and tangled up in the shower curtain. We're six floors up, how'd it get here? It's coming after us. We've got to lead it out of the hotel. Run!

~

[zombie moans]

SAM YAO: Oh, the zom's almost on us. There's no time to pay the hotel bill, Five, just keep running, out into the street. [door opens, crowd chatters] Oh! Oh no, we're in the souk. There are people everywhere! Well, we can't leave the zom on the loose. Quick, Five, grab something from that market stall, the one with all the laptops. Yeah yeah yeah, that hard drive looks perfect. Aim at the zom. [zombie flesh squelches] Yes! Nice job, Five, you completely destroyed its head.

SHOPKEEPER: You completely destroyed my hard drive.

SAM YAO: Oh, we're so sorry. I-I can pay for the damage. My wallet's in my pocket.

[cloth rustles, dates squelch]

SHOPKEEPER: Ugh. I don't know what pre-apocalyptic guidebook you read, but dates are not considered currency here.

SAM YAO: My pockets are full of dates. How did they get there? Oh, why can't I remember anything?

SHOPKEEPER: Look, I don't want to involve the city guard, but the damage must be paid for. I'm sure we can come to... an agreement.

SAM YAO: [in a high-pitched voice] Disorganized. Useless things everywhere.

SHOPKEEPER: What did you say about my stall?

SAM YAO: Oh! Oh no, nothing! I mean, [nervous laugh] those words, they just-they just fell out of my mouth. Your stall's lovely!

SHOPKEEPER: Guards!

SAM YAO: Oh, no no no! Please no. I didn't mean to say that. I didn't even think it! [guard whistles] Oh no, it's the guards. Didn't Mo say the ones on the gates in the city were employed by New Agadir, not Skull-Kicker? Still, maybe if we explain...

GUARD: It's those two again. After them!

SAM YAO: Again? What did we do last night? Oh, come on, Five, we can't get caught. Run!

~

[goats bleat, chickens cluck, crowd chatters]

SAM YAO: All right, we've lost the guard, but we're surrounded by... goats, chickens, and uh... [mechanical sounds] robotic horses. I think we're in the livestock market.

MARYAM ABANI: Sam, Five, is that you?

SAM YAO: Uh, hello. Do we know each other?

MARYAM ABANI: We met last night.

SAM YAO: Oh yeah. Um, if it's not a rude question, why are you in a goat pen?

MARYAM ABANI: I'm in a what? Oh, I have no idea. Oh, how embarrassing.

SAM YAO: Don't be embarrassed. I can't even remember your name.

MARYAM ABANI: I'm Maryam Abani. Amelia Spens sent me to rendezvous with you outside New Agadir's walls.

SAM YAO: Did she? Then why didn't she tell us?

MARYAM ABANI: She intended to, but perhaps her transmission was intercepted.

SAM YAO: But why exactly did Amelia send you?

MARYAM ABANI: I'm a medical doctor. I believe I'm meant to replace... Dr. Myers?

SAM YAO: Maxine! Oh, okay. Yeah, we do need someone who can impersonate the doctor in Death's Hand. You can sort of hand-wave a lot of things, but it's hard to pretend to know how to take out an appendix if you don't.

MARYAM ABANI: [laughs] I believe I'm to play the part of Doctor Death, which is interesting.

SAM YAO: You should see who I'm supposed to be.

MARYAM ABANI: I think you might have told me something about it last night.

SAM YAO: Do you remember anything else?

MARYAM ABANI: The New Agadir city walls are encircled by a ring of traders. Last night, I found you in one of the refreshment tents and we started making plans to get you into the city.

[flashback]

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: It will not be so simple to get across this border into New Agadir. Skull-Kicker holds a monopoly on all advanced tech in the city. Anyone carrying new technology must surrender it to protect the city from infiltration by virus or spyware. Veronica would surely be taken, as would your headsets. Our heroics with Medhi will grant us no exception. We need a plan.

MARYAM ABANI: Let's have some tea while we have a think.

JANINE DE LUCA: I hardly think tea will help.

MARYAM ABANI: Nonsense. Sharing tea is a wonderful way to cement new relationships. I wouldn't have survived the fall of Lagos without a nice bottle of jasmine tea. Also my medical hammer. It turned out to be more useful at caving in zombie skulls than the makers probably intended.

JANINE DE LUCA: Well, I suppose some refreshments would be in order. [tea set clinks, tea pours] It's rather nice, actually.

FRANCES DEMSPEY: [slurps] Yum!

SAM YAO: Mm. Oh, that's delicious. Five, try some.

PETER LYNNE: Mm. Oh! Oh, that's um... it's really um, it's fresh and sort of floral and uh... Mo, aren't you having any?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: [sniffs] Is this cactus tea?

MARYAM ABANI: I thought it was mint.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: No, it's cactus, which should not be enjoyed by people who have a heavily-patrolled border to cross! It's very fast-acting! Everyone, stop drinking.

FRANCES DEMSPEY: I do feel a bit light-headed.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: This is a disaster!

JANINE DE LUCA: Calm down, Mr. Boujettif, we're bonding. Dr.... whatever your name is, have you heard of the McShell maneuver?

MARYAM ABANI: No, tell me about it.

JANINE DE LUCA: Well, you... Uh, how would you explain it?

SAM YAO: Ah, that, well, that, well... McShell's just for zombies, uh, really, but um... Sir, may I, can I borrow your goat? [goat bleats, SAM clears throat] Maryam, now imagine this goat is a zombie. And if two people run away from it at exactly the same speed and distance... Well, we'll show you. Come on, Five, let's confuse some goats.

~

[flashback continues]

[crowd chatters]

MARYAM ABANI: I-I think I've got the hang of it?

JANINE DE LUCA: As you can see, the McShell maneuver is an effective method of leading goats... [laughs] zombies into -

[goat bleats, table crashes over]

SAM YAO: - into the refreshment table. I guess, unlike zombies, goats don't follow the closest target. Unless that target's a platter of dates. Aha! Don't worry. If I put all of them, the dates in my pockets, then the goat can't eat them.

[dates squelch]

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: [laughs] Sam, stop.

MARYAM ABANI: Maybe we're not using enough goats? Once we're over the border, let's try again.

[present time]

SAM YAO: So you got over the border and went looking for goats?

MARYAM ABANI: And passed out in their pen. What a terrible first impression!

SAM YAO: Don't worry, I'm sure none of the others remember. That tea was really potent.

MARYAM ABANI: Mhmmm. Speaking of the others, where are they?

SAM YAO: No idea. I'm worried about Veronica. It sounds like we'd have needed to smuggle her over. Maybe – [high-pitched voice] Head!

MARYAM ABANI: What? What?

SAM YAO: Ignore me. That is the second time this morning I've blurted something involuntarily. I do have a splitting headache.

MARYAM ABANI: Oh. It could be an aftereffect of the tea.

SAM YAO: Well, if we all drank it, none of us would have been in a fit state to get Veronica across the border. We could have left her on the other side.

MARYAM ABANI: I can lead you back to the border, but we'll have to hurry before anyone steals your machine. Come on Sam, Five. Run!

~

[crowd chatters]

MARYAM ABANI: There's a chain link fence at the border and a contraband store on the other side. The guards are selling off confiscated goods, though Skull-Kicker usually keeps the best tech.

SAM YAO: If they took Veronica, she could have been sold.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Sam, Five, there you are! I couldn't wake you up this morning, so I came here alone, but it looks like you had the same idea. Have you found Veronica?

SAM YAO: Not yet.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Wait, you're Maryam, aren't you? I remember meeting you, and then tea, and then... Oh.

SAM YAO: And then what? Frances, you have to tell us everything you remember.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: We made quite the fool of ourselves, Maryam.

[flashback]

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: That goat has made a terrible mess, and now the guards think you're troublemakers. To smuggle Veronica into the city now, you'll need to buy the most conspicuous piece of contraband you can find and carry it over the border.

JANINE DE LUCA: Mr. Boujettif, I am a highly experienced tactician, and that doesn't make sense.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: You're not a highly experienced tactician, you're a trader and a dilettante. Someone who doesn't do their research, cannot handle their tea, and absolutely not the sort of person who'll be trusted with an advanced computer.

JANINE DE LUCA: Ah, clever. Miss Dempsey, Dr.... Doctor, would you care to undertake this very important mission?

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Yes.

MARYAM ABANI: What was the question?

FRANCES DEMPSEY: We're going shopping, Maryam. Come on!

~

[flashback continues]

[crowd chatters]

FRANCES DEMPSEY: We've got to find the stupidest bit of contraband on this whole stall.

[bees buzz]

MARYAM ABANI: What about this jar of animatronic bees?

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Too small. Mo said we needed something to get us noticed. Like this!

[cloth rustles]

MARYAM ABANI: Is that a zombie? What's wrong with it?

FRANCES DEMPSEY: It's dead, Maryam.

[MARYAM and FRANCES laugh]

MARYAM ABANI: I mean, why does it look like jerky, and why isn't it moving?

FRANCES DEMPSEY: It must have dried up in the salt flats. It's so leathery.

MARYAM ABANI: It stinks.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: It's perfect.

MARYAM ABANI: Let's get it back to the others.

[glass shatters]

GUARD: All units to zone six.

MARYAM ABANI: You don't think that's anything to do with us?

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Let's avoid the guards, just in case. There aren't any by that fence, come on. [footsteps] Where are we?

MARYAM ABANI: I think we crossed the border by mistake while the guards were distracted.  

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Is that a good thing?

MARYAM ABANI: I-I can't remember. Maybe?

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Let's go to our hotel and wait for the others.

MARYAM ABANI: I'll catch up with you. I need to find some goats.

[present time]

SAM YAO: Frances, once you got back to the hotel, you didn't put the desiccated zombie in the shower by any chance?

FRANCES DEMPSEY: No idea. Why?

SAM YAO: No reason.

MARYAM ABANI: Look, that man has Veronica's briefcase!

SAM YAO: We've got to stop him. Run!

~

[crowd chatters]

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Hey! You with a briefcase, stop!

BUYER: Excuse me?

SAM YAO: Uh, hello sir. Your briefcase... [high-pitched voice] Not necessary.

BUYER: Excuse me?

MARYAM ABANI: I'm sorry, he had a late night.

SAM YAO: Uh, please, uh, can we see that briefcase?

BUYER: No.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: I can see the monogram. I'm sorry, but there's been a mistake. This belongs to us.

BUYER: I bought it only an hour ago.

MARYAM ABANI: Can we buy it back from you? Sam, do you have any money?

SAM YAO: Uh...

BUYER: It's not for sale. I like the color. Good day!

SAM YAO: I can't believe I'm about to say this, but Five, can you... grab it!

BUYER: How dare you! Give that back!

SAM YAO: We're really, really sorry, but we need it because our friend is sort of -

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Veronica's not inside! All her components have been torn out. There's nothing in the briefcase except papers.

BUYER: Yes, my papers. Guards, guards!

GUARD: It's those reprobates! After them!

SAM YAO: Oh no, not again! Five, give the briefcase back and run! We can't get caught by the city guards. We're wanted for disorderly conduct, destruction of property, and now theft!

MARYAM ABANI: Not to mention anything else we got up to last night.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Don't panic. We'll find Janine, Peter, Mo, and Veronica and get this all sorted out. Just keep running!

~

[starfoxrry]

u a lesbian?

no unfortunately 😔🤘🏻i am a heteresexual wamen. i luv men oh heck yea i do. yknow when men MHM do that thing where theyre so,,,, manly,,, mhmmm yuMMy i hv been seduced by those,,, MANLY YUM YUMS

ask me anything and i’ll respond with blatant lies

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

Pancakes. ....but I'm usually thinking about pancakes. Second thing however is: amazing lovely person with awesome comments and even better content.

Mhmmm, yum! Who isn’t always thinking about pancakes? And thank you! ^^”

[benthebeloved]

Anakin laughs down the bond. Are you telling me to wait for my shower, Pierce?

Mhmmm. Yum. Gonna lick you clean.