Hey! How ya doin'?

engie-in-training asked: D-Dominatrix gear, y-yep.~ *Dopey grin*

*smacks him upside the head* Perv. *giggles and smooches* I’d perfer dresses. Those outfits are uncomfortable.~

then went downstairs and continued life as normal in front of your parents 

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theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

~Antolle ulua sulrim…~

-chews scone, eyes darting- I’ve got a fun game you can play.

Molly gave Streak an undignified look. “Streak, I’m 26. I’m a little old for games.” She sighed, poking his cheeks. “But I’ll bite. What are you talking about, feather brain?”

You go around the base and find every alcoholic beverage and at the end of the scavenger hunt you get a prize!

“Dealing with your dumb, drunken ass? Fun.” She smacks him upside the head, lightly. “You’re not helping my boredom, birdbrain.” She shoves another scone in his mouth. “Anyways I made some of these with orange liquor. That’s about as close as you’re getting.” She sighed again, pouting of course.

No…the prize is I don’t shave your head and glue the hair to your face. -eye twitch- -withdrawals- -nom-

She chuckles. “Ritter keepin’ ya away from alcohol, huh? You poor baby.” She smirked, patting his head. “So, anything happen while I disappeared off the face of the earth for a few weeks?” Molly wasn’t a drinker, so she really didn’t know what it was like to be in withdrawal.

-pulls out hair clippers- Oh she thinks we were joking? -bbbzttt-

“Hun, I will rip out your pubic hair and glue it to the inside of your ears. Take a tease will you?” Her helmet was on, if he tried anything he’d have to get past that first. Then she caught something in his sentence. “….’we’? What, you royal now? Or just crazy?”

So your lover boy has given the okay for you to get my trousers down? Good to know he’s a doormat. -buzzing hair sticking out of helmet-

“He is. ” She grabs his wrist, eyebrow raised at him. ” You’re more disagreeable than me today, Streak.” She had no doubts the ex-nazi could get out of her hold easily, using his size to his advantage. She didn’t want to start an all out brawl though. So she mashed her thumb into a pain point located in the web between Streak’s thumb and index finger, hoping to make him drop the clippers. She didn’t care about her hair, the shorter it was, the more manageable it was. She wouldn’t rub that in his face though. Streak was in a bad enough mood as it was.

-grabs intercom phone- HEY FREDI! HEAR THAT? STRAIGHT FROM THE SOURCE! YOU’RE PUSSYWHIPPED! OW! JESUS FUCK!

“Yup! Grow a spine, sweetheart!~ Lotsa lovin’!~” She took this moment to take away the clippers, turning them off and holding them behind her back. She gave Streak the sweetest smile. “Streak, hun, grow a new personality, kay? Then I’ll come and talk to you again.~” Then she turned around and walked away with the clippers, just like that. She figured she’d better go tell Ritter that she just put Streak in a worse mood, just so he’s prepared. Then she remembered the bag of scones she brought and stopped, throwing them to Streak.

You like impressions? -lifts leg and farts- That was an impression of what I just heard come out of your mouth.

She snickered as she got farther away from him. “Oh, here’s your clippers back.~” She turned them back on, and tossed it back to him, not really caring where it landed. If the old man had sense, he’d let it drop. “Bye-bye, blurty-birdie.~” The nickname had no real meaning or purpose, she only said it because it rhymed.

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

~Antolle ulua sulrim…~

-chews scone, eyes darting- I’ve got a fun game you can play.

Molly gave Streak an undignified look. “Streak, I’m 26. I’m a little old for games.” She sighed, poking his cheeks. “But I’ll bite. What are you talking about, feather brain?”

You go around the base and find every alcoholic beverage and at the end of the scavenger hunt you get a prize!

“Dealing with your dumb, drunken ass? Fun.” She smacks him upside the head, lightly. “You’re not helping my boredom, birdbrain.” She shoves another scone in his mouth. “Anyways I made some of these with orange liquor. That’s about as close as you’re getting.” She sighed again, pouting of course.

No…the prize is I don’t shave your head and glue the hair to your face. -eye twitch- -withdrawals- -nom-

She chuckles. “Ritter keepin’ ya away from alcohol, huh? You poor baby.” She smirked, patting his head. “So, anything happen while I disappeared off the face of the earth for a few weeks?” Molly wasn’t a drinker, so she really didn’t know what it was like to be in withdrawal.

-pulls out hair clippers- Oh she thinks we were joking? -bbbzttt-

“Hun, I will rip out your pubic hair and glue it to the inside of your ears. Take a tease will you?” Her helmet was on, if he tried anything he’d have to get past that first. Then she caught something in his sentence. “….’we’? What, you royal now? Or just crazy?”

So your lover boy has given the okay for you to get my trousers down? Good to know he’s a doormat. -buzzing hair sticking out of helmet-

“He is. ” She grabs his wrist, eyebrow raised at him. ” You’re more disagreeable than me today, Streak.” She had no doubts the ex-nazi could get out of her hold easily, using his size to his advantage. She didn’t want to start an all out brawl though. So she mashed her thumb into a pain point located in the web between Streak’s thumb and index finger, hoping to make him drop the clippers. She didn’t care about her hair, the shorter it was, the more manageable it was. She wouldn’t rub that in his face though. Streak was in a bad enough mood as it was.

-grabs intercom phone- HEY FREDI! HEAR THAT? STRAIGHT FROM THE SOURCE! YOU’RE PUSSYWHIPPED! OW! JESUS FUCK!

“Yup! Grow a spine, sweetheart!~ Lotsa lovin’!~” She took this moment to take away the clippers, turning them off and holding them behind her back. She gave Streak the sweetest smile. “Streak, hun, grow a new personality, kay? Then I’ll come and talk to you again.~” Then she turned around and walked away with the clippers, just like that. She figured she’d better go tell Ritter that she just put Streak in a worse mood, just so he’s prepared. Then she remembered the bag of scones she brought and stopped, throwing them to Streak.

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

~Antolle ulua sulrim…~

-chews scone, eyes darting- I’ve got a fun game you can play.

Molly gave Streak an undignified look. “Streak, I’m 26. I’m a little old for games.” She sighed, poking his cheeks. “But I’ll bite. What are you talking about, feather brain?”

You go around the base and find every alcoholic beverage and at the end of the scavenger hunt you get a prize!

“Dealing with your dumb, drunken ass? Fun.” She smacks him upside the head, lightly. “You’re not helping my boredom, birdbrain.” She shoves another scone in his mouth. “Anyways I made some of these with orange liquor. That’s about as close as you’re getting.” She sighed again, pouting of course.

No…the prize is I don’t shave your head and glue the hair to your face. -eye twitch- -withdrawals- -nom-

She chuckles. “Ritter keepin’ ya away from alcohol, huh? You poor baby.” She smirked, patting his head. “So, anything happen while I disappeared off the face of the earth for a few weeks?” Molly wasn’t a drinker, so she really didn’t know what it was like to be in withdrawal.

-pulls out hair clippers- Oh she thinks we were joking? -bbbzttt-

“Hun, I will rip out your pubic hair and glue it to the inside of your ears. Take a tease will you?” Her helmet was on, if he tried anything he’d have to get past that first. Then she caught something in his sentence. “….’we’? What, you royal now? Or just crazy?”

So your lover boy has given the okay for you to get my trousers down? Good to know he’s a doormat. -buzzing hair sticking out of helmet-

“He is. ” She grabs his wrist, eyebrow raised at him. ” You’re more disagreeable than me today, Streak.” She had no doubts the ex-nazi could get out of her hold easily, using his size to his advantage. She didn’t want to start an all out brawl though. So she mashed her thumb into a pain point located in the web between Streak’s thumb and index finger, hoping to make him drop the clippers. She didn’t care about her hair, the shorter it was, the more manageable it was. She wouldn’t rub that in his face though. Streak was in a bad enough mood as it was.

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

theblackbirdofmedicine:

askmollytheredsolly:

~Antolle ulua sulrim…~

-chews scone, eyes darting- I’ve got a fun game you can play.

Molly gave Streak an undignified look. “Streak, I’m 26. I’m a little old for games.” She sighed, poking his cheeks. “But I’ll bite. What are you talking about, feather brain?”

You go around the base and find every alcoholic beverage and at the end of the scavenger hunt you get a prize!

“Dealing with your dumb, drunken ass? Fun.” She smacks him upside the head, lightly. “You’re not helping my boredom, birdbrain.” She shoves another scone in his mouth. “Anyways I made some of these with orange liquor. That’s about as close as you’re getting.” She sighed again, pouting of course.

No…the prize is I don’t shave your head and glue the hair to your face. -eye twitch- -withdrawals- -nom-

She chuckles. “Ritter keepin’ ya away from alcohol, huh? You poor baby.” She smirked, patting his head. “So, anything happen while I disappeared off the face of the earth for a few weeks?” Molly wasn’t a drinker, so she really didn’t know what it was like to be in withdrawal.

-pulls out hair clippers- Oh she thinks we were joking? -bbbzttt-

“Hun, I will rip out your pubic hair and glue it to the inside of your ears. Take a tease will you?” Her helmet was on, if he tried anything he’d have to get past that first. Then she caught something in his sentence. “….’we’? What, you royal now? Or just crazy?”