#slapahoe

[thewildnopeboat]

(More spoilers)

Guardian, standing in the middle of transmatting: If Ikora is well respected by Eido, what am I? ;-;

Mithrax, puncher of servitors, and also chief of slapahoe: I can not speak on the relationship between you and my daughter, but I feel as if they hold you in some light similar.

Meanwhile, Eido, dealing with Spider: Spider, so help me, I will cause the Guardian to appear.

The Spider: Do it, little Eido! See how you use them as a tool just like their employer. *hearty laugh*

[nzn43]

(Pretend this took place anywhere before ep 30)

Purple: Take a look at this map to see where I was raised!

MT: •reads map• Uh, SlapAHo-?

•aggressively slapped by Purple•

😭

[ph3ddy-blog]

Music produced in the soundtrap application

[trillbandi]

Don’t Play I’ll Still Get On Ya Ass

[organicallyann]

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My beautiful Kittia! Don’t let all that cuteness deceive u - many have been lead astray by those lovely eyes. I have not met another cat with as much #moxie #tortitude and #cuteness (that should not be trusted) as my baby girl. She is brave beyond her size and is too smart for her own good - if she wants it she will find a way. She growls when someone comes to the door and will #slapahoe if need be. With all that being said, she also has a sweet side, she loves to be carried around like a baby and will purr till her heart’s content while being swaddled. Her sister and her family are everything to her. #fierce #lovable #ilovemycat #ilovemytortie #socalvlogger #organicallyann #socalurbanfarms https://www.instagram.com/p/B0T4MWqA3KK/?igshid=1si53in24lahs

[bighomie78]

Cock back to slap a how like........#slapabitch #slapahoe (at Ocean City Convention Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/B85Ep1NFUdL/?igshid=8kkx7kw4mcb0

[yanderemommabean]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

~(˘▾˘~) ~(˘▾˘)~ (~˘▾˘)~ ₍₍◞( •௰• )◟₎₎ ⁽⁽◝( •௰• )◜⁾⁾

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-Mommabean

[shiba-inu2006]

Leona: OH MY- AYO STUPID!! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, YOU ALMOST STEPPED ON MY SHOES!!

MC: Do you guys know who this clown is talking to?

Leona: Uh! I was talking to you, duh!

MC: No? Me either! He must not know where I'm from! Time to get to map!

I'M THE MAP!

MC handing him the map: Here! Take a look and see where I was raised!

Leona taking a look: Slapaho-

*MC slaps a hoe*

MC: Now that you've seen where I'm from, do you still want smoke? *removing backpack* Or do I have to show you what's in my backpack?

Leona: Noo!

MC: Are you sure you don't wanna see what's in my backpack!?

Leona: YES I'M SURE!!

MC putting backpack back on: Ok!

[otterlyardent]

It got better.

PLEASE ENJOY YOUR MEAL!! My website – My Instagram – See me on Webtoon!

[dreamlesswonder86]

Goo Junpyo's mama finna make me slapahoe.

[kamilah-the-bloodqueen]

Mafia (Part II/ IDK)

Notes: I did something and it deleted the post so, I had to repost it. I don’t know how I feel about this AU. I’m having some fun with and if you love enemies to lovers, or an extreme slowburn I think I’ve got you covered.

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Amy Johnson)

Warnings: Language, Violence

Tags: @mrskamilxh 

Part I

Kamilah stood in the room next door, her arms crossed as she examined a new arsenal of heavy weapons. She ran her fingertips across the scopes on the sniper rifles, reminiscing on her previous contracts. She sat at a desk and began reviewing her contracts and black market orders. 

“Just one time I want to be able to pick up an arsenal without having to kill off 12 stupid men.” She mumbled to herself. 

She perked her head up and the sound of whimpers coming from the room next door. She glanced through a crack in the room to see Amy regaining consciousness, her face bruised from where Kamilah had nailed her. She watched Amy struggle, amused at her attempts to turn and twist, before she slumped down and groaned, lowering her head. Kamilah stood up and walked out of the room, straight shot towards Amy.

“Awake?” Kamilah asked, placing a firm finger under Amy’s chin, forcing her to meet her eyes. Kamilah felt something in her stomach as she met the hazel eyes of the woman before her, she shook her head. She saw how tired, how wounded Amy was as that feeling in her stomach grew.. Amy didn’t make a sound, but she shot Kamilah a cold, angry glare. They watched each other for a long time in silence, their heated, angry gazes unbreaking. 

“You’re going to die.” Amy spoke firmly, holding Kamilah’s glare with her own. She bawled her hands into fists and spit at Kamilahs feet. Kamilah smiled at the fiery, feisty hostage before her. 

“It’s going to be so much fun breaking you.” Kamilah laughed, gripping Amy’s chin harshly. Amy tightened her jaw, her nostrils flaring. 

Kamilah felt an inclination to get to know Amy, an inclination she had never had before. Curious she pulled a chair in front of Amy, sitting close but not too close. 

“What are you doing?” Amy spoke firmly, obviously irritated. Kamilah didn’t answer at first, she felt nervous for some reason, she sat down and refocused herself.

She’s a hostage. Fuck whatever these feelings are, they’re irrelevant. But let me indulge myself, play with this thing before I have to kill her. 

“I’m the one asking questions. Do you understand?” Kamilah hardened her voice, determined to keep her focus. 

Amy rolled her eyes at Kamilah, bravely flipping her off. Kamilah smacked her hard across the face, already seeing where a second bruise would form. 

“Where are you from?” Kamilah asked, crossing her legs. 

Amy sat silently, her unbreakable gaze on Kamilah, her knuckles turned white from holding her fist. 

“Hell motherfucker. No wait I was born in this town called ‘slapahoe’ if you’re not familiar with it.” Amy stuck her tongue out at Kamilah, taunting her to the best of her ability. Kamilah rolled her eyes, and pulled her hand back to slap Amy, giving her a firm whack across her cheek. Amy didn’t flinch or move to resist the hit, taking it straight.

“Bitch.” Amy refuted, turning head head to face Kamilah, her gaze cold as another red mark on her face began to form. Amy’s eyes began to water but she was obviously more angry than sad, Kamilah had that feeling in her stomach again.

What? I’m a ruthless killer. Get it together Kamilah. 

Amy shook her head and unclenched her fists, she grimaced at the idea of how she would look tomorrow. She didn’t want to give Kamilah any satisfaction. She drew a sharp breath in, forcing the tears back where they came from. 

“I’m tempted to put a bullet in your leg.” Kamilah laughed, Amy smirked as an idea came into mind, even if it wasn’t an escape she would at least be entertained. 

“There’s other things I’d rather have a mafia boss put in my legs.” She shot Kamilah with a wink, Kamilahs face flushing a little pink.

“Shut up before I shoot you with a gun.” Kamilah rolled her eyes, not fooled by Amy’s trick.

“The only thing I’ll shoot you with is a wink.” Amy shot Kamilah another wink before sticking her tongue out again. 

“I know what you’re trying to do. It won’t work here, I will have no hesitation putting you down.”  Kamilah huffed, unamused by Amy’s persistence. 

“Oh yes, please put me in my place.” Amy laughed, she was pretty proud of herself for flirting so well. Kamilah had enough, she turned to duct tape Amy’s mouth shut. She hesitated as Amy licked her lips, smearing the blood away. Kamilah cut a piece of duct tape from the roll and placed it across Amy’s lips, her fingers brushed her cheek for a moment.

Amy felt her heart jump at the contact with Kamilah. Her hands were surprisingly soft, not that Amy was complaining. She shut her eyes, not wanting Kamilah to notice her pupils that were definitely dilating. 

“You’re going to call the FBI, you’re going to tell them to stay out of the mafia’s affairs or you’re going to die. If you try to pull anything, you die. Understand? Shake your head yes or not.” Kamilah stared into Amy’s hardened eyes, waiting for her nod. Instead Amy shook her head as if she was trying to give herself whiplash, her eyes crinkled and Kamilah could tell she was smiling through the duct tape.

“I am not amused.” Kamilah grabbed her by the throat, hard. Amy knocked her head forward whacking Kamilah in the head. A now pissed off Kamilah ripped the duct tape off of Amy’s mouth, she let out a whimper before laughing.

“Good, I needed to wax my facial hair anyways.” Amy smirked at Kamilah, planning to give her a hard time for everything.

“Forget the phone call, you sarcastic agent.” Kamilah said, crumpling the duct tape in her fist, angrily pacing back and forth. Amy watched her, like a cat as her head went back and forth with Kamilah’s steps. The tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

Kamilah stopped pacing and bent over to look into Amy’s eyes, their faces so close their foreheads nearly bumped, their lips only centimeters apart. Amy couldn’t lie to herself, if her life weren’t at risk she’d try to kiss Kamilah. Kamilah let out a soft sigh, she watched Amy’s pupils dilate, her own heart speeding up. Amy let out a soft breath, she closed her eyes gently, remembering the mission.

Kamilah pulled herself away from Amy, before she could make any bad decisions. She walked into the other room, feeling Amy’s heated gaze on her the whole time. 

[thebreadmagazine-blog]

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[princericosuave]

Mood AF #wokeuplikethis #Mood #Morning #SlapAHoe #Senses #aretingling #overtoday

[ronron607]

Mugged!!! #wonderwoman #donaldtrump #slapahoe (at Ponce City Market)

[djjmancs-blog]

#slapahoe

[whoisosmith]

Need more pixels but Collins, Gordon, Perrine, Me, and Reynolds. Know as the Slapaho Tribe. We terrorized the city, neighboring cities, base, and the internet! This was back with Black Planet was the place to be.

#SlugfestIsInTheBuilding #VAMP #Pics #DaCameraman #Archives #SlugfestENT #ThrowbackThursday