submarine door

So, the gals have fallen down through the trapdoor that totally wasn’t there before.

Quick, better try to escape!

They run, and run, and run horizontally through the submarine…

…smashing through a door…

…and… discover… wait, the gals?

…who fell through a hole into a room underneath the first room… which is also somehow hundreds of feet away?

Laws of physics? Pfft. This is Josie and the Pussycats.

The laws of physics have no authority here.

Eavesdropping [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Hi! Can you please write one where the reader is maggie’s little sister and rick over hears her telling maggie how hot she thinks he is. And he starts flirting with her and teasing her every time they are alone until she asks why he’s doing it and he tells her that he heard her telling maggie? And it leads to smut? Please and thank you!

Hope you enjoy anon!

Words: 2,070

Warnings: Smut, swearing, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving)

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Exquisite Corpse

An exquisite corpse story is a bit of writing fun where a series of writers tell a story together. In this case, each writer was only given the main prompt (if they wanted it) and the last line written by the person before them. With nothing to go on but a handful of words, they did their best to move the story forward.

The writers for this story (in writing order) were @zephrbabe, @ibelieveinturtles, @catrinasl, @dragongoddess13, @sarastark, @phoenix-173, @bloomsoftly,and @dresupi. I’m super proud of them because it’s actually semi coherent, and totally fun!

I’m going to drop the prompt here, and then put the story below the cut. If you’re interested in participating in something like this in the future, let me know. If there’s enough interest, I’ll facilitate another one.

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anonymous asked:

I had a dream last night that I met you at a con or smth and I was telling you how much I love your one nighttime ladynoir piece but I just couldn't get it out bc you were really focused on doing a watercolor painting of a submarine door and you were kind of pissed that I kept talking. Idek what you look like but like somehow I know it was you??

me, pissed?

beware of intimidating, pissed me. you could call it a miracle if i’m able to hold your gaze without looking like i just stabbed my fingers in a plug of overexcitement with the only purpose of freaking everyone out 

Captain Philips

“This is the Discovery-14290. It is stranded at the bottom of the ocean. Does anyone copy?” Captain Ben Philips speaks into the transmitter.

He anxiously awaits a reply and distracts himself by watching the instrument panel blink its multicolored lights. There is no response. He holds down the transmit button and continues.

“I have been trapped on the Discovery for days. The door cannot be opened and I am too weak to get out. The supplies are all spent. I’m starving and thirsty. It’s getting hard to breath. Please help me.”

He pauses.

No response.

“Help me. Someone please. Help me.” He pleads.

With little strength he can muster, he bangs against the submarine door.

He tears run down his face as he screams out hysterically “Mom….help me mom…let me out, mom…”

Mrs. Philips watches the police leave through her window. Her 5-year-old son, Ben Philips, has been missing for the last few days. Her estranged husband has not returned her calls. She hoped that her missing son would bring him back. Now she has lost both husband and son.

She and Ben went out into a lake on a boat. She had put Ben into a small barrel, told him he’s the captain of submarine and to explore the ocean. He happily complied and climbed in. She placed some brick and told him it was his supplies and sealed the barrel tight; then pushed it overboard.

They’ll never find him.

The thought gave her a small solace.

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