#piss ramble

[hansoape]

warhammer dudes will treat the female characters in the nastiest way. Degrade Celestine's and Yvraine's characters to nothing but waifu bait. Talk about what they'd like to do to sororitas with consent optional. Gleefully describe what a daemonculaba is and act like its so cool and edgy. But the minute female fans and queers start to talk about finding a male character attractive NAW that's where they draw the line. How dare we find Titus handsome. Filthy perverts degenerates all of us. Its apparently too much for them and they get really, really mad about it. Stay pissy you gross ass weirdos, your hypocrisy stinks through the walls

[unforth]

Actually I love voting for the lesser evil. It's less evil. I support that whole heartedly.

[zhelin-thames]

A Ghostly Text Mishap

Danny flopped onto his bed, phone in hand, glaring at the screen. Another long day of dealing with Vlad's manipulative nonsense had left him frustrated beyond belief. He opened his messages, found the contact labeled Trucker, and began furiously typing.

Danny: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time. The absolute NERVE of this guy. You’d think being half-dead would make someone LESS petty, but nooo, this man’s ego is bigger than the Ghost Zone.

Danny: He tried to "buy" my parents' company AGAIN. He offered to “help” with ghost containment tech but really just wants to snoop around for weaknesses in the portal.

Danny: AND he had the audacity to call me “Little Badger” like it’s a term of endearment. I swear, if I hear that ONE MORE TIME, I might go full ghost and dropkick him into the Fenton Thermos.

Satisfied with his venting, Danny tossed his phone onto the bed and buried his face in his pillow. Unbeknownst to him, he had made one critical mistake.

Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, was sitting in his safe house, polishing his guns when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen.

Unknown Number: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time…

Jason raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, scrolling through the tirade. By the time he got to “Little Badger”, he was smirking.

He typed back:

Jason: Kid, I think you’ve got the wrong number. Unless this “Plasmius” guy is a Gotham villain I’ve somehow missed.

Danny’s phone buzzed, and he rolled over to check it. His heart dropped when he saw the reply.

Danny: Oh no. This isn’t Trucker, is it?

Jason: Nope. But you’ve got my attention. Who’s Plasmius, and why does he sound like the type of guy I’d shoot on principle?

Danny hesitated, then decided to just roll with it.

Danny: Short version: he’s a half-ghost fruitloop billionaire who’s obsessed with ruining my life, becoming my creepy stepdad, and taking over the world. Think Lex Luthor but undead and ickier.

Jason burst out laughing, earning a curious glance from Roy Harper, who had just walked in.

“Who’s got you laughing like that?” Roy asked, setting down a bag of takeout.

“Some kid who texted me by mistake,” Jason replied, showing him the messages.

Roy skimmed them and snickered. “Plasmius? Sounds like a knockoff vampire villain.”

Jason’s fingers flew over the keyboard.

Jason: Okay, kid, you’ve officially got my interest. I don’t know who you are, but if this Plasmius guy’s half as bad as you say, I’ve got some creative ways to deal with him. You in Gotham?

Danny stared at the message, blinking. Who even was this guy? But... he did sound like he knew how to handle problems.

Danny: Uh, no. I’m from Amity Park. It’s kind of a supernatural hotspot, so I’ve got it covered. But thanks for the offer, I guess?

Jason smirked.

Jason: Supernatural hotspot? Kid, you’re talking to someone who’s been resurrected. Ghosts don’t scare me.

Danny froze. Resurrected? Oh no. This guy might actually know about the supernatural.

Danny: ...Wait, who ARE you?

Jason: Name’s Jason. Most people call me Red Hood. Ever heard of me?

Danny blinked, then groaned. “Of course. I text a vigilante. Just my luck.”

Danny: ...Yeah, I’ve heard of you. So, uh, thanks for not tracking this number and showing up at my house or something.

Jason: Yet.

Danny felt a shiver run down his spine.

Danny: That’s not funny, dude.

Jason: Relax, Little Badger. Your secret’s safe with me. For now. But hey, if you ever need help dealing with your undead billionaire problem, hit me up.

Danny sighed, shaking his head.

Danny: Sure. Thanks, I guess?

Jason leaned back, grinning as he saved the number under Ghost Kid.

“Roy, I think I just found the weirdest contact in my phone.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Roy replied, tossing Jason a burger.

“Not bad. Just… different.” Jason chuckled. “Plasmius, huh? Sounds like fun.”

[violetsandshrikes]

[foldingfittedsheets]

One of Korben the cats most illustrious nicknames is Piss Boy Supreme. Truly, it wasn’t his fault. Korben is an immaculate groomer and whatever else can be said of him it must be noted that he’s always the tidiest cat in the house.

But the last time I took him to the vet he needed to have a dental cleaning. They knocked him out and he usually comes home high as balls and upset.

On this particular occasion he exited the carrier and I turned to release Leeloo from hers. My beloved said, “Why is Korben wet?”

I glanced over at him, slinking toward the stairs, “No, I think his fur is just scrungly, they always look like that after surgery.”

We both continued to observe him and my beloved exclaimed, “He’s dripping!”

Indeed, he was dripping. I leapt forward and scooped him up, dashing him to the upstairs bathroom. The second my fingers touched him it was immediately apparent that he was absolutely saturated with piss. He was thirteen pounds of pee soaked sham-wow.

The poor lad had been too nervous and high to pee at the vets and instead released the entirety of his bladder onto himself in the carrier.

So there we were. In the bathroom with a very inebriated and distressed sopping wet piss boy. Korben has never needed a bath in his life, he’s always been so fastidious. But he needed one now. We took that poor cat, high as balls, and stuck him in the tub.

The sounds he made were unlike any he’s ever produced. The desperate hoarse wails of an animal that knows his end is nigh. He shrieked and sobbed as we sprayed him down, and our hearts misgave us.

We relented, hauling him out to towel off. But we weren’t convinced he was clean so we kept him quarantined in the bathroom to sober up and dry off.

An hour later when we revisited him we staggered back. The whole bathroom reeked of his uriney misadventure. He was clearly too deeply soaked for a casual rinse. So to all of our mutual dismay we embarked on Korben’s second bath of his life.

He was no less distressed and only a little less high as we soaped him as thoroughly as his flailing limbs would allow. Near the end he just let out an ululating continuous wail of pain but we persisted. He was finally clean.

But the memory remains, the absolute Piss Boy Supreme.

[onlinedolly]

think about dad!Toji fucking us in front of his buddies from work he has over + piss and degradation kink☺️

this is exactly what i needed my lovebug

cw: incest, piss, p in v, slight degradation, dubcon elements, exhibitionism

your father had little shame, especially when it came to you, when it came to how affectionate he was with you. he found solace with you nuzzled into his lap, arms wrapped around his neck as he mumbled with some work friends. they were shady, all dark clothes and scary faces and it made you curl into your father more.

“you scared baby?” he hums into your ear, working his hand up your thigh, “ain’t nothing to be scared of.” you mumble something incoherent into his shoulder and you notice how the room is suddenly deadly quiet, different from the laughter and coarse conversation a few moments earlier. you can feel their eyes on you, staring daggers as toji leans forward and places a kiss against your collarbone. “can’t hear ya, speak up child.” he scolds you lifting your head out of his shoulder.

“…..said i’m not scared, papa.” you squeak out.

“sure ya ain’t!” a friend bellow out in laughter, “you sure she’s your kid fushiguro? she’s so shy so….. pretty.” toji laughs along, moving your hair away from your neck as he peppers kisses along the hollow.

“ain’t she? pretty alllll over,” his hand is close to your upper middle thigh, toying itself under the hem of your skirt as you flush. “i was just telling the guys—“ he stops for a moment to place a kiss back behind your ear, “— just how pretty all over you were, think we should show them?”

oh. oh. that’s why they were so quiet, they were all expecting something, expecting you. they all stared you down, a hungry pack of wolves ready to devour as toji moved you around in his lap until your back hit his broad chest. you were used to your fathers desires by now, even looking forward to them when he crawled into your bed at night. but this? this was too much. your face was red hot as you protested, trying to push your body away from his, but tojis grip was too tight.

“be still and be good.” he demanded out, moving his arms around your waist to lift your top up. you were shaking in fear, the eyes of his friends hooded and dark as they watched toji lift your shirt high enough to make your tits pop out. you were wearing a bra, the coldness of the air making your nipples pebble as you shake like a scared dog.

“your nipples are hard.” toji states the obvious, nipping at your ear, “you must like this, nasty girl.” no. no that wasn’t true, it couldn’t be, yet you felt the wet leaking out of you onto your panties while you thought about how fucked this was. toji wasted no time in lifting his big hands up, tweaking the nipples between his fingers hard. you yelped, raising your hands up to place over his big ones but that didn’t stop the way he twisted them, rolled them between his fingers, and pressed him thumb down into them.

you were panting at this point, tears flowing from your eyes as you watched a couple of his friends palm themselves through their slacks. “papa i don’t—“

“shut the fuck up.” he bites out, focused in on pulling at your puffy nipples. you sobbed and whined underneath him, kicking your feet in an attempt to escape. “keep being a brat and this will really not be fun for you, am i clear?” he says sternly, like a father scolding their kid for making a mistake.

you were overwhelmed and embarrassed, and ontop of that toji’d been feeding you water all night making you feel a familiar pit in your stomach. “papa please—“ you whine out, “think i have to pee.”

“hold it. i’m not done.” he grunts out, moving to lift your skirt up and reveal a pretty set of lace panties. you hear a couple of his work friends groan, you watch as they lean in closer to get a better look at the way your puffy cunt spills out the side of you underwear, how the dark wet spot grows with each glance, and you’d never felt so much shame.

when he moves your panties to the side, revealing your cunt, you hear the belt buckles begin to unbuckle, pants unzip, as you watch most of them pull their cocks out hurriedly. you felt like a piece of meat on display and it made you involuntarily buck your hips.

“now you wanna play, huh?” your father coos out, running his finger up your slick, “all it took was seein’ a couple cocks and now you’re beggin like a whore, hm?” he wraps his other hand around your neck, squeezing it lightly as he begins fast pace, mean circles around your clit.

“papa no no no.” you beg out, tears spilling down your cheeks as you hear the skin-on-skin of a couple men touching themselves. “told you—“ you attempt to take a big gasp of air before coughing, “gotta pee.”

“and i told you to wait.” toji says, before looking at his group of friends, “wanna see my fuck her?” he asks crudely and it makes you whine out. his friends whoop and cheer in agreement as he’s standing up pushing you back first against the table. “put on a good show, alright?” he snickers, pulling his pants down.

tojis cock springs out, mean and large and he wastes no time working himself into you. you’re panicking at this point, the pressure inside your stomach bound to snap at any time as toji begins a brutal pace. it’s almost like he’s trying to make you piss yourself, with the way he smirks as he abuses your g spot, to the way he leans down and places a fist against your tummy. you were already embarrassed enough being fucked in front of his friends like this, but to piss yourself? you’d never live that down, he’d never let you either.

“papa wait—“ your sentence breaks with a large moan as he rams himself into your g-spot, smiling evilly as his friends around him are groaning, jerking themselves off in the pace in which he’s fucking you.

“did i not say shut the fuck up? be quiet and—“ he rams himself into you again, pressing his full weight down onto your tummy “—take it.”

this was too much, way too much, and you sobbed as you felt the pressure inside of you finally snap. “i’m so—“ you hiccup out a sob as you piss around his cock, so ashamed and embarrassed, “—sorry papa. so sorry.” you whine our apology after apology as toji just fucks you harder as piss leaks around the base of his cock with each thrust.

“you’re fucking disgusting.” your father moans out, thrusting so hard the table is scooting across the floor, the men around you fuck themselves faster as you piss around tojis cock, one groaning out so loud you were scared the neighbors heard. “did i not tell you to hold it? are you that fucking stupid?”

for a man who’s disgusted he’s fucking you like a beast, hard ruthless thrusts as he pushes your legs into your body. he’s close to cumming, you can tell by now in the way his legs shake as his movement gets sloppier and sloppier. eventually he does, along with the rest of his friends. him, deep inside you, while his friends could only wish. you cum when he does, trained like a good little thing, walks spasming, milking him dry.

when toji pulls out of you and scoffs, “you made a big fuckin mess, darlin’”

[not-equippedforthis]

forever mourning how granada holmes never adapted the three garridebs. diabolical. unbelievable, even. 'if you had killed watson you would not have made it out of this room alive' but in brett's frightfully intense and low, biting, hissing voice. the violent, wild stare versus the gentle hand on watson's knee. all of that precarious control getting flung out the window. the humanity of it. gritting my teeth can you fucking imagine.

[wathanism]

alright gang, let's do a fun little thought experiment.

which city would biden have to completely annihilate before you decide not to vote for him?

for the sake of this thought experiment, let's ignore actual real-world alliances between countries. it can be london, or paris, or athens, or barcelona, or rome, or berlin, or even an american city like new york or new orleans or los angeles or honolulu. this is all a hypothetical after all.

really consider it. if you're gonna bother to yap in my notes, at least try to engage with this question in good faith. imagine opening up the news, and you see that a bomb was dropped on this city, and then the bombs never stop. imagine you had a friend there. imagine you'd had a trip planned to meet them and see the sights. imagine every museum, every historical monument, every theatre, every university destroyed. imagine that one day, you lived in a world where this city existed, and the next, it has completely ceased to be. it's effectively been pompeii-ed out of our world entirely. there is no longer a big ben, or a parthenon, or a colosseum, or what have you. there is no longer that foreign musician you loved from this city. there are no longer sweet old grannies to share old family recipes from this part of the world. there is no longer the online friend you wanted to visit. there is no longer your vacation plans.

don't hit me with, "but it's netanyahu doing this," because israel would literally run out of ammunition in weeks without the US. don't hit me with, "but trump!" because that quite literally is not the fucking question.

which city has to completely cease to exist before you even consider that this system isn't ever going to work?

if you are still planning to vote for biden, then either a) biden could drop a nuke on any city on earth and it wouldn't be a dealbreaker for you, or b) in your mind, people and places are divided into ones that are acceptable to destroy and ones that are not. or at least, there are ones that are more acceptable to destroy than others.

come up with your answer and either realize you sound like a fascist and work to change it, or embrace that you are a fascist and stop lying to us about caring about people of color.

[squirmystuffiez]

I’m the sort of sad that will only be cured by a certain pretty boy sat grinding and squirming on my lap bc he’s about to wet himself 😔 clenching his legs as he tries not to leak, little spurts ribboning down the insides of his thighs, gasping and grunting and humping to desperately keep control of himself but only leaking all the more, hot and wet and splashy in my lap. The mortification of being giggled at and cooed to, then freezing, clamped tight as he loses control and starts to piss, hard and furious, the hiss of liquid drowning out his mortified hiccups and whimpers, his tense shaking body slowly going lax, pretty mouth opening in a soft little sigh… cheeks all red and blushy…

[infamous-if]

this isn't infamous related and will be deleted in like 10 minutes but i hate internet algorithms because why was i just spoiled the entirety of season 2 of arcane after liking 1 tweet ???? im only on episode 4 of s1 omg

[egonkula]

"I don't think Logan would have said that, his minivan speech was so messed up!!" are we talking about the same logan??? logan in EVERY universe would say that im afraid. he is actually a mean bitch who loves to project his issues onto others!! so why are we surprised when he does it !!!

[phoenixkaptain]

Everytime I think about Obi-Wan and Anakin it’s like- I don’t ship them so much as I think they should be together at all times. I think tcw had a point, actually, and the two of them should just. Always be together. I think Anakin is Obi-Wan’s hope in an increasingly difficult life and I think Obi-Wan is Anakin’s tie to humanity when he most feels like a monster. They are intrinsically combined, from the very first movie where Obi-Wan dies at Vader’s hands with a peaceful expression.

It’s Obi-Wan begging Luke not to see Anakin in Vader while Vader searches Luke to see some sign of Obi-Wan. It’s Obi-Wan calling Anakin another pathetic lifeform to Obi-Wan being unable to process the idea of Anakin being anything but good. It’s Anakin awkwardly (adorably) shaking Obi-Wan’s hand to Anakin awkwardly (adorably) bringing up Obi-Wan during conversations with the woman he wants to seduce.

It’s Obi-Wan knowing how to fix Artoo and Obi-Wan teasing Anakin about Artoo. It’s Anakin’s first thought on losing his lightsaber being “Obi-Wan’s going to be mad at me again” and Anakin laughing when Obi-Wan tells him to drive better.

The prequel trilogy is so fascinating because my favourite parts are always Anakin and Obi-Wan. The parts I think about the most often are those parts with Anakin and Obi-Wan. The relationship between these two drives the entirety of the plot of the prequels, to the point that the literal birth mother of the main characters of the original trilogy is all but forgotten in the third movie.

It’s. Obi-Wan spending years watching over Luke because Luke reminds him of Anakin, never approaching because what if Luke really does turn out to be like Anakin…?

It’s Vader assuming that Obi-Wan taught Luke to fight, because who else could teach a Skywalker?

It’s Obi-Wan accepting all the blame for the people he knew best, the people who were basically his family, all dying.

It’s Vader keeping Obi-Wan’s lightsaber in a parallel to Obi-Wan keeping Anakin’s.

They are just. Mutually Obsessed. Obi-Wan held up Anakin and said “this is my whole personality now” and Anakin responded with “neato, same.” They bicker like an old married couple. Anakin can’t imagine even thinking about leaving Obi-Wan behind. Obi-Wan tells Anakin point-blank that he’s a good Jedi who deserves to be a Master.

I ship them because like. The universe? Does?? They are destined to be by each other, in life and in death. They support and sustain each other. There was probably eepy Force magic stuff that made Anakin into a Force ghost because Obi-Wan wanted him to be one.

How else can I explain it? They were made for each other. Like. Literally. They should never be separated. Look what happened when they did separate in universe. They are a nuclear bomb. They have to stay together or the galaxy gets the worst of it, and that’s just canon, somehow.

[zhelin-thames]

Wrong Number texts #1

Danny: So then Skulker decides the best way to catch me is by building a giant robot suit. But he forgot to calibrate it for the Ghost Zone’s gravity, so it immediately toppled over and crushed his entire lair. Absolute genius, right?

Jason: I’m torn between laughing and feeling secondhand embarrassment for him. Do all your villains suck this much?

Danny: Hey, I don’t pick my rogues’ gallery. But yeah, most of them are either weird, incompetent, or trying way too hard. Vlad’s the only real threat, and that’s just because he cheats.

Jason: Billionaires always cheat. It’s in their DNA.

Masterpost

[anthurak]

I will say, this exchange makes me feel pretty confident in the theory that Charlie is going to turn out to be a LOT more powerful than people, namely the sinners, give her credit for.

It's not that she can't command authority/put her foot down/literally atomize any sinner who's ever given her shit with a metaphorical snap of her fingers.

She simply doesn't WANT to.

...yet.

[bluerosefox]

The MANY Bloodlines of Constantine

Those Constantine is Danny's dad and sold his kid soul because he thought he'd actually never have one and Danny is now the Ghost King so his soul claims are invalid AUs but learns he's not Constantine only kid (after a while Constantine honestly 100% thought he'd never have kids and never bothered with a 1st born clause when making deals, maybe some annoyed deity or powerful magic user made Constantine think he can't have kids anymore just to get back at the conman) and now doing everything in his Kingly power to save his half-siblings (can be other teens from other shows or movies or cartoons etc etc) because Danny is the oldest of them and really really wants to punch his biodad for making such a huge mess he has to deal with but Danny does get to meet and protect his younger Half-siblings.

Then comes the day he's celebrating one of his half-sibs birthday with all the others when he's suddenly summoned out of the blue and meets not just the Justice League but his, and his half-sibs, no good soul selling biodad.

Hello rightly placed aggression.... Once he takes care of that powerful evil spirit that's attacking earth first of course.

[1-800-cuupid]

if you ever find yourself wondering why cc has blurry textures or why it overlaps with accessories and other things, this is why

one texture map for EVERYTHING your sim wears :)