#s: superstore

[incorrectlis2]

Daniel: We're not leaving this room till we figure out this whole will they, won't they, Kermit and Miss Piggy thing we got going on.

Chris: Wait, sorry, am I Kermit or..?

Daniel: Yeah, cause you're smart with skinny legs. And I'm Miss Piggy because I'm a star.

[incorrect-sunflower-sibs]

Lester: People call anything "mental illness" these days.

Lester: Like, sometimes, I’ll lie in bed all weekend, because I no longer take pleasure in things I used to enjoy.

Lester: Does that make me "depressed"?

Meg: ... Yes

Thalia: It absolutely does?

Artemis: Brother ...

Lester:

Lester: ...What?

[harveybwabbit92]

{Glenfire is bored and sees Akari and the Tri squad walk by with Titas pulling a wagon full of mannequins.]

Akari: Yo, if your bored you should come with us, man.

Glenfire: Where are you going, and what are you doing?

Taiga: We're gonna throw some mannequin limbs in a dumpster and watch garbage men freak out.

Glenfire: That sounds awesome.

Fuma: It is awesome. Come on.

[kenny-lovers]

James: Sé que tú y yo tenemos esta rivalidad tácita. Ephraim: No es una rivalidad, tú simplemente eres malo conmigo. Ephraim: Y no es tácita, hablas de ella todo el tiempo.

[pippastrelle]

[incorrectmahabharatquotes]

Yudhishthir: When I'm mad, I just push it down real deep and then sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night panicked and sweaty for no reason.

[godsofhumanity]

Loki: Are we gonna stand around and just point fingers, or are you going to help me fix this? Frigg: I was thinking we could point fingers for a few more minutes.

[profecional-dreamer]

Considering all the amazing sitcoms in the world I absolutely do not trust people who say b99 is in their favorite ever. The good place. Community. Superstore. Parks and rec. and you pick the Cop Show?

[holyshit]

📺 eight shows to get to know me

i was tagged by the lovely @usignedupforthis and @pop-punklouis! i am cheating and doing 8 ended shows and 8 shows that are currently airing/not complete yet, bc i 1) watch way too many shows and 2) never know how to compare shows that are currently giving me the will to live til the next week with those that re-wired my brain at age 15, soooo, here we go! off the top of my head:

ended shows

six feet under

the leftovers

buffy the vampire slayer

mr. robot

bojack horseman

the americans

black sails

lost

shows currently in progress

it’s always sunny in philadelphia

severance

yellowjackets

interview with the vampire

barry

reservation dogs

succession

the bear

i am tagging @himboniall, @justmehernthemoon, @cnedirecticn, @muldxr, @oksfranta, @ok-ak, @jemloveshiscat, @finexbright, @sunshineindark, @exceptionally0rdinary, @merrrrrrrrry, @lovinhalo, and @jalboyhenthusiast even though she’s rarely here these days 💔!

[incorrect-sunflower-sibs]

Meg: This is a mistake.

Lester, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!

Meg: But not today.

Lester, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess.

[eloenmaerdrym]

Snowy day

Credits [InsurreKtion]  Woolly Winter Set ❤Apple Fall Heritage Christmas Tree – Spruce GreenPitaya – Early winter decor – Fatpack @ Kustom9 ❤-Hisa– Hus Pa Landet – Winter Edition ❤The Little Branch  LB_YoungSpruceTree{Animated}*4Seasons_Fatpack ❤LOVE  – HOLLY BUSH ❤dust bunny . shutter fence . white

[cabeswaterdrowned]

Going insane rereading Bluesey’s first meeting at Nino’s but I also feel like all the funny posts about this have been covered so not sure what to specifically say except real straight romance was invented here.

[gutsby]

Pregnant Pause

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Babymaking is a bit trickier than anticipated, and months have passed with no sign of pregnancy. When your period finally doesn’t show up on time, you and Daryl act fast and head straight for the pharmacy—and get a little caught up along the way.

Warnings: NSFW. Unprotected p-in-v (duh). Daddy Daryl + daddy!kink Daryl. Difficulties trying to conceive.

Note: Part 2 to Grow a Uterus and We’ll Talk. I fully blame @murdadixon and the Blood Ties series for all the pregnancy-related one shots lately - veryyyy much in my Daddy Daryl era now 🫣💓💘

If trying to get knocked up was an Olympic sport, you would’ve won the gold.

On the merits of your efforts alone you and Daryl probably should’ve had several hundred babies under your belt by now. Thousands. The past six months had been nothing but babymaking, a steady stream of rawdog bedroom rodeos and two-person pushups being your primary form of sustenance. But, try as you might, there wasn’t so much as a whiff of a kid in sight after all this time. You were starting to lose hope.

When, one month, your period didn’t make its usual appearance two days after the time it was meant to, you were over the moon with excitement.

Swinging one leg over Daryl’s sleeping form to straddle him in bed, you leaned down and shook him hard.

“Daryl!” you hissed, pinching him under his shirt.

The man below you grunted, shuffled, and blinked uncertainly up at you before slowly raking his eyes over your body and starting to smirk.

“Climb on, cowgirl,” he purred, already starting to tug your panties down.

Your hands quickly covered his and stalled their movements, a giggle bubbling up in your throat.

“Not that, not that!” you whispered, “I’m late.”

“Fer what?” Glancing over at the clock on the nightstand.

“My period.”

Daryl’s gaze darted back to yours. A beat as he processed what you meant.

“No shit?”

“Shit.” You were nodding, beaming.

Daryl hauled himself to his feet in a second, taking you with him. Then he slipped you onto the floor and raced you to the door, practically fighting you through the threshold of the bathroom to get to the cupboards first.

Together, you flung cabinet doors open far and wide and went foraging for little blue boxes in somewhat of a frenzy. Daryl was chucking pads and tampons and rolls of toilet paper over his shoulder while you stuck yourself waist-deep in another stuffy wooden space, searching in earnest for that stupid Clearblue logo.

“Got it!” Daryl chirped. You almost smacked your head on the sink coming out so fast.

“Yeah?!”

Daryl thrust a blue-and-white stick in your direction, grinning with pride.

Your eyes narrowed just a little. Your stomach sank.

“Daryl, that’s a thermometer.”

Your boyfriend’s mouth hung slightly ajar in an ‘o’ shape, and you couldn’t even be mad at his attempt.

Trying to hide your dismay, you sighed and told him to keep looking. You crawled back over to the cupboard and felt a gentle coil just then start to take shape in your stomach—whether that might’ve been a real-life baby or another burst of anxious nerves, you couldn’t be sure. You and Daryl continued to comb over the boxes and bottles lined across your shelves.

That was how your day had started. It continued, at present, outside a largely dilapidated Target Superstore, with your hands on your hips and your eyes scanning a sea of the undead that occupied its front entrance. Shit was worse than any Black Friday crowd you’d ever seen.

“You sure you don’t wanna check the Walgreens?” you asked, tightening your grip on the rifle in your hands.

“Place was overrun last time I checked. Got a camp of military types stationed nearby too. Best ta leave ‘em be,” Daryl answered.

You suspected if anyone came across the two of you now they’d be put off just the same—with the AK-47 in your arms and the crossbow/M4 Carbine combo on Daryl’s person, you probably looked every bit as lethal as you’d ever been.

All for an itty bitty pee stick and some snacks.

You sat down on one of the red cement balls to your left and crossed your arms. You watched the herd. If there was just some way to slip in, sight unseen, and sneak past their rotting bodies to get to the Sexual Wellness section, maybe rappel from the ceiling and drop dead on the spot, go in guns blazing or else just—”

“Mask it,” Daryl said, suddenly.

You raised an eyebrow but quickly had your curiosity quelled when Daryl nodded toward a throng of walkers down the way.

There were four or five of them stacked together, crushed between shopping carts and pinned, interminably, in place as they stood, hissed, and clawed in your general direction.

Daryl had a hatchet in hand in a second. You watched, enthralled, as he made lightning quick work of the walkers, hacking off their arms, dismantling their jaws, and slinging rope around their bodies like they were little more than a miniature herd of cattle. He came back smiling, probably thinking to himself how proud Michonne would be if she could see him now.

“Here,” he hummed. He passed over the rope attached to two jawless walkers like they were pets on a leash.

You accepted it and joined him as he walked, eyeing your newly-tripled group with a curious look.

“Should we—” you started.

“Not naming them,” Daryl said before you could finish.

The six of you trudged along a path of broken glass and steered toward one of the semi-shattered doors. Your stomach started to twist when the sounds of the groaning walkers within reached your ears.

“’S’okay. Nothin’s gonna hurt us with these ugly fucks around,” Daryl murmured to you, glancing back at the doe-eyed, mutilated geeks at your rear.

You nodded silently and followed his lead. The pair of you were practically halfway through the entrance now, making your way past piles of debris and gradually drawing closer to the hissing mob inside. You eyed the looming horde, chewed the inside of your cheek, and yanked your brand new friends a little closer.

And, like magic, the herd hardly stirred when you approached the perimeter. A few parted ways enough to give you entry and, when you’d stepped inside, proceeded to close right back around as if you were one of their own. Not a single snarling mouth or clouded eye turned your way as you and Daryl shuffled ahead, mimicking their moans and hisses and occasionally trading looks as if to say, ‘No fucking way this is working.’

You carried on. Followed by sight where streams of light went pouring in through the caved-in ceiling. Even looked to a couple worn and faded aisle numbers and quickly learned you were much closer than you thought.

You slowed your pace.

“Condoms, 2:00,” you whispered, trying to direct Daryl’s attention to the right.

The pregnancy tests were always stationed somewhere near the condoms—like a warning, you thought. You never could’ve imagined you’d be so happy to see that silent admonition in your life, now, as you and Daryl sidled over to the scattered rows of sexual wellness products and took a closer look.

Daryl reached down, seized a box, and held it up to you.

“Nope. Ovulation test,” you shook your head.

Another.

“Pantyliners.”

“Goddamn, how many pussy products do y’all need?” Daryl groaned, stepping aside to let you check the shelves yourself.

You found a pregnancy test in four seconds flat. You chucked the box his way and grabbed half a dozen more.

Internally, you would’ve loved to celebrate this momentous occasion, but rationally, you knew there were several hundred flesh-eating horrors just waiting for you to fuck up and serve yourselves on a platter a stone’s throw away. Moreover, you were ill at ease—almost fearful—of the result you might get from the tests. After six months of setbacks and cyclic, habitual frustration, you almost didn’t want to know one way or another. You weren’t fit to face another disappointment.

When your gaze flitted to Daryl’s, you saw his expression had softened. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms and cradled your head to his chest.

“Don’t matter what the test says,” he murmured into your hair, stroking it softly, “’m gonna put a damn baby in ya if it’s the last thing I do.”

You surprised yourself by bursting into laughter, not tears, on his front, trying to stifle the sounds in his shirt as he hugged you tighter. You squeezed him back, held him close, and almost forgot your four drooling companions and the many more still prowling about the store. You turned your head up to Daryl.

“I love you,” you said.

“I love you too.”

Daryl leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips.

He probably meant it to be a peck, nothing more than a second or two, but when you pulled him in and really kissed him back, he didn’t mind at all.

He walked you back into a shelf, pushed your body as careful as he could so as not to disturb any items behind you. You brought a hand to his hair and threaded it tight through your fingers, prompting the smallest of groans between you. Daryl stepped a little closer.

The second your tongue breached the seal of his lips, you felt a hand slide down to your backside and nudge you up a little, so you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your tongues delved deeper, hands roamed further, and moans took on a volume that likely wasn’t safe at all for your current surroundings. Your four gummy-mouthed comrades stood as silent and still as ever.

“Wanna— have another go for good measure?” you muttered against Daryl’s lips. Hips grinding with his against all your better judgment.

“Couldn’t...hurt,” Daryl groaned in return.

Undoubtedly, it could do more than just hurt you—if those walkers sniffed you out, they’d kill you—but, as it was, neither of your hormone-charged bodies had the presence of mind to say any differently. You and Daryl shed clothes quicker than either of you could comprehend and, within a minute, were back on each other with another flurry of quick, frantic kisses.

Daryl gripped your bare hips, pinned them to the shelf, and almost cursed in your mouth when the whole damn thing threatened to give way.

In a blink, he’d grabbed the metal behind you and was slowly, desperately trying to yank it back while you cast a look around you.

Nothing roaming nearby. At least as far as you could see.

You shifted as though you were going to slide out of Daryl’s arms, but he just drew you closer. Once he’d righted the shelf, he secured his arm underneath you and grinned.

“Wanna take this someplace a little more private?”

You nodded and motioned toward the big ‘Rx’ sign at the end of the aisle. Daryl followed your gaze.

The pharmacy counter would have to do.

You were propped up against the cool surface in no time at all—right after Daryl had tied the walkers to a nearby pole—and suddenly you felt warmth all around. In spite of your nearly stark naked stature, you were enveloped by Daryl’s body, pressed flush against the counter and feeling his touch run every which way he pleased. He kissed, licked, and sucked every supple inch of your skin and acted like it was the first time he’d tasted you in ages. Like it wasn’t last night, and the morning before that, and every day preceding that he’d gotten his fill.

Daryl watched with eyes that drank you in like a novelty, and somewhere deep within you both, you knew you needed this now.

You hardly had a moment’s time to think before Daryl was thrusting inside you. Laying you flat on your back and fucking you hard against the counter with your legs draped over either one of his shoulders.

Daryl fought back a moan when your walls first welcomed him, slow at first, but maddening all the same. You felt a hand drift to your neck and seize it at the base, saw Daryl lean in a little and say, through gritted teeth,

“Tha’s my good girl— take daddy’s cock.”

You whimpered in response, feeling him rut his hips even harder. Daryl squeezed your throat as he did, and, seeing how much you loved it, held it there as long as you could take it before you came gasping for air.

He’d fill you to the hilt, pull out, and do it all again, quietly moaning your name as he pumped in and out.

“Fuck, Daryl, I— fuck,” you tried, and failed, to speak a coherent sentence as the archer picked up speed.

“Wha’s’at, honey? Ya say sumn’?” Daryl pried, pretending like he wasn’t already sending you straight to the brink of orgasm with the force of each stroke.

You hummed in an effort to conceal your moan but ended up letting loose an even louder sound, punctuated by something of a shriek when Daryl delivered a particularly hard blow. You clamped a hand over your mouth and watched Daryl shoot a look over his shoulder. Then he turned back, smirking.

“Didn’t quite catch tha’, honey,” he managed between ragged thrusts, “Wanna moan a little louder so the whole fuckin’ store can hear?”

You shot him a look as if to say, ‘Get fucked’—then pulled him even deeper with your fingers wrapped fast around his forearms. Daryl hardly seemed fazed, simply dropping a hand between your legs and offering another shit-eating grin when your body jolted under his touch.

“Feel good, baby?” he hummed.

You nodded and whimpered. Couldn’t help but clench when he leaned forward and angled your legs higher. Daryl let out a throaty moan.

“Gonna cum f’me?”

Before you could answer, he lowered himself even closer, ‘til your legs were all the way up by your ears and your body was chock-full of pleasure, all but brimming with tears. You tried to nod, found that you could scarcely move, and felt Daryl cup your face in his hand as he continued to fuck you, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip,

“Cum fer daddy, then. Cum all over this cock.”

Daryl knew he didn’t need to tell you twice. In a matter of seconds he felt you come undone beneath him, hands gripping him tight and walls clenching even harder. He caught your lips in a sloppy kiss, tried to quiet your moans, but found himself chasing that high not too long after. He spilled his seed inside you and watched your face contort with pleasure—not from your climax alone, but that pure, primal feel of his warmth spreading out deep within you.

The two of you parted, panted, and grinned in each other’s faces like that wasn’t the single dumbest, and most dangerous, fuck you’d had in your entire lives.

You didn’t need to exchange a word; you knew you shared identical thoughts. Daryl squeezed your thigh.

Twenty minutes later, with your walker quartet in tow, you paced a nervous path back and forth before your car in the parking lot. On the hood sat half a dozen, urine-soaked pregnancy tests with the screens facing down. You stopped and turned to Daryl, eyes locking on his.

“Ready?”

“Flip ‘em.”

[wonysugar]

masterlist<3

(f) = fluffy fluff omg

(a) = angst oh no

nothing or (s) = nasty fucking smut

IVE

Ahn Yujin :

dommeangirl!yujin x sub!femreader headcanons

birthday party : gp!yujin x wonyoung x birthdaygirl!reader

working in retail 101 : clerk!gpyujin x floormanager!femreader… superstore au

#ahn yujin

Jang Wonyoung :

if you insist : scum!wonyoung x goodgirl!femreader

birthday party : gp!yujin x wonyoung x birthdaygirl!reader

babydaddy g!p wonyoung drabble

angel : wonyoung x 6thmember!femreader

don’t modify : stuco!wonyoung x gf!femreader

#jang wonyoung

Kim Gaeul :

none yet :(

Kim Jiwon (Liz) :

drabbles!

#kim jiwon

Naoi Rei :

back in place : gf!rei x female reader

#naoi rei

ITZY

Hwang Yeji :

domceo!yeji x subfem!reader headcanons

#hwang yeji

Shin Ryujin :

hickeys : fwb!ryujin x fem!reader

#shin ryujin

ENHYPEN

Kim Sunoo :

sleepy : nonidol!sunoo x gf!femreader

missed you : stripper!sunoo x rich!femreader

#sub sunoo

LE SSERAFIM

Kim Chaewon :

dom!bestfriendchaewon x sub!femreader : friends to lovers

#kim chaewon

Nakamura Kazuha :

nothing yet, but drabbles are available through this hashtag!

#nakamura kazuha

Miyawaki Sakura :

nothing yet, but drabbles are here!

#sakura miyawaki

Huh Yunjin :

doing what’s right : yunjin x fem!reader

#huh yunjin

STAYC

Lee Chaeyoung (Isa) :

show them : camgirl!isa x fem!reader

#lee chaeyoung

TWICE

Sana Minatozaki :

idol!sana x fan!femreader

#sana minatozaki

Son Chaeyoung :

drabbles only!

#son chaeyoung

Yoo Jeongyeon :

drabblesss

#yoo jeongyeon

Im Nayeon :

drabbles yippee

#im nayeon

NMIXX

Lily Morrow :

perfect : idol!lily x idol!femreader

#lily morrow

AESPA

Aeri Uchinaga (Giselle) :

it’s so over for me : smau

keep talking : bsf!giselle x fem!reader (phone sex)

hate rodrigo (literally) : angsty!giselle x whitegirlmusic! femreader

puff, puff and pass : ot4 aespa x fem!reader

#aeri uchinaga

Kim Minjeong (Winter) :

skilled : bully!winter x nerd!femreader

puff, puff and pass : ot4 aespa x fem!reader

#kim minjeong

Ning Yizhuo (NingNing) :

fuck you stupid : bimbo!ningning x bff!femreader

puff, puff and pass : ot4 aespa x fem!reader

#ning yizhuo

Yoo Jimin (Karina) :

sorry : childhoodbff!karina x fem!reader (a)

puff, puff and pass : ot4 aespa x fem!reader

#yoo jimin

LOONA aka. loossemble, artms, chuu and yves

Son Hyeju :

i’ll wake you up : stranger!hyeju x sleepdeprived!femreader (f)

#son hyeju

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[mothras-in-my-belly]

Guys, h e l p. I am in dire need of new tv shows/films/anime to watch, bc I broke my ankle and won't be able to walk for 3 monts whoops lmao

So I'm currently on day three of bedrest and i am going i n s a n e

Shows I enjoyed:

Good Omens, Our flag means death, What we do in the shadows, Hannibal, Russian Doll, Dirk Gently's holistic detective agency, You, Dr. Who, Superstore, Inside Job, Bojack Horseman, Love Death Robots, Heaven Official's Blessing

Please I am b e g g i n g y o u

[hyperfixations-station]

I like to think that Big Ron is just a persona Mumbo puts on (that, and an older suit)

[ID: digital art of Mumbo as Big Ron, owner of the technology superstore. He is leaning back in the chair with his feet on Ron's desk, eyes closed. He is wearing a brown suit, and the office has a Big Ron's branded calendar and mousepad. The technology is distinctly from the 90's. End ID]