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can we talk about Charley having to face a table full of his worst bully (himself) and Yuri coming behind him so gently and holding him saying let’s go… Yuri you haven’t been here long but you’ve captured the hearts of the people

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Wally silently crying to himself in the background while Maddie said her goodbyes to Rhonda and Charley will forever haunt me.

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not wally punching mr. manfredo in the face please-

he's an ally to women everywhere

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School Spirits x death years

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also shoutout to wally decking mr manfredo, something he has clearly wanted to do for approx forty years

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Scooby-Doo's first episode came out in 1969, Janet died in then 50s and Rhonda died in 1963. So imagine the group sneaking around in the last episode and someone says "this is some Scooby-Doo shit" and Rhonda and Janet don't get it. (Also 'What's New Scooby-doo' was 02 so Quinn would know that version, so imagine them all singing the version they know and Quinn starts singing a rock version, lol)

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never had a total 180 on a character like I did with xavier schoolspirits. in episode 1 I was certain he killed maddie and I hated whenever he was on screen but now. he's just an intense autism creature. his icy blue eyes have bewitched me. he tried to throw salt on a ghost after everybody told him it would not work. and then it did not work.

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school spirits ghosts + cause of death

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girl why is it giving scooby doo and the mystery gang ??

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Can i get a "Have you seen my- oh," with your roommates johnny and simon who're dating?

Specifically Johnny, because we all know he has house training, just chooses to never show it.

It's midday, you're off from work and you're aching to relieve some stress. Around this time is when Johnny gets ready to go to the gym, so you lock your door and pull your pants down.

Your nerves are stretched thin from work, the heavy traffic, your boss that won't get off your ass about a project that's due 2 weeks from now.

And you haven't gotten laid since the guys moved in- so about a year ago. It doesn't help that they're both too good looking and the icing on that cake is that they're dating each other.

You also feel wrong imagining that it's their hands that touch your chest and slick cunt, but nothing gets you off faster, nowadays.

so with a slightly guilty conscience, your hand travels down to your sex, and begins to draw small, light circles on your bundle of nerves, and slowly sink two clever fingers into your swollen entrance.

The door busts wide open, knob slamming into the back wall. "Hey, bonnie, have you seen my- oh."

You locked the fucking door. Right?

"The door wasn't locked," he quickly explains, but his eyes don't stray from where your hand is.

"I'm sure it wasn't, Johnny. Now please get the fuck out."

He instead steps inside, gently closing the door behind him.

Uh oh.

"Need a hand? Ah promise I'm good with them. My mouth too, ask Simon."

Johnny also doesn't wait for you to answer, just brazenly walks to the corner of the bed and crawls his way over until his warm breath fans over your bare pussy.

"Jus' helpin' a friend in need, aye?"

He moves your hand, hissing when he sees thick strings of arousal on your fingertips and licks a flat stripe from your hole to your swollen clit.

oop.

When Simon comes back from whatever the hell he was doing, you're already asleep in your room, drained from the amount of peaks he brought you to with his fingers and tongue.

Johnny drags Simon into the bedroom and pulls him in for a kiss; sliding his tongue into Simon's mouth.

Simon moans when he gets a taste of what he just knows is you.

Heady arousal is strong on Johnny's tongue- and Simon throbs in his pants, yearning for more.

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SMUTSMUTSMUT, +18, MDNI! Simon x reader x Soap (y'all are fucking)

I kept thinking about this unholy scenario, and I need you all to hear me out.

Picture this: you and Simon are in a committed relationship, everything seemingly perfect. But then, one night, you go out with Johnny. The evening gets a little wild, drinks flow freely, and somehow, the three of you end up back at your apartment.

What begins as lighthearted, innocent teasing—maybe a touch on the arm or a shared laugh that lingers a little too long—quickly escalates. Before you know it, you find yourself kissing Johnny.

But that’s not even the whole story. Simon is there, watching it all unfold. His girl and his favorite boy, tangled in something forbidden, and he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

And that’s how you found yourself swept into this beautiful mess: lying on your back, completely at their mercy. Johnny is nestled between your thighs, his mouth working you with a skill that leaves you breathless, every flick of his tongue driving you higher. His body arches, hips raised in the air, as Simon takes him from behind with a ruthless rhythm. And your boyfriend’s face is a picture of raw ecstasy—his eyes glazed, lips parted, and every sound he makes only adds to the heat swirling around you. You’re utterly captivated, caught between their movements, unable and unwilling to look away from the sheer intensity of it all.

When your second orgasm washed over you, thanks to Johnny’s skillful mouth, Simon decided to reward him. He allowed Johnny to take you next, his perfect little girl, with your legs draped over his shoulders as he slid into you. He started slow, gentle, perfectly attuned to the way you liked it, letting you savor every movement. But as time passed and your body adjusted to him, Simon moved into position behind Johnny, taking his time as he entered him with the same care.

And that was it—Johnny was completely lost to the sensation. The sound he made when Simon filled him sent a jolt straight through you, so powerful you nearly came from it alone. You could hardly hold yourself together as you watched Simon thrust into Johnny, the rhythm pushing Johnny deeper into you with every movement.

Each time Simon drove into him, Johnny buried himself further inside you, and the intense pressure made you clench around him, your body reacting instinctively to the overwhelming heat of it all. You weren’t sure how you managed to hold on, especially when the view alone was enough to push you to the edge.

But you waited. You held yourself back patiently, because you wanted the three of you to fall apart together.

“You wanna cum, Johnny? Does it feel good?” you asked, your voice soft yet teasing as you watched his eyes roll back, completely undone.

“Yes—please—I can’t wait anymore,” he begged, his voice trembling.

“Then say please,” you purred.

“Please, Bonnie—”

“No,” you interrupted with a playful tone. “Ask Simon nicely. Beg him to let you cum in his pussy.”

Simon smirked, his movements didn’t change, his hips still driving into Johnny with ruthless rhythm.

“Simon, please, please, please,” Johnny stammered, his words spilling out in a desperate rush. “Let me cum, let me fill her up—please.”

He was a complete mess, and it was delicious to watch. Simon, clearly enjoying the power he held over both of you, finally grabbed Johnny and pulled him flush against his chest. With Johnny’s back pressed to him, Simon’s thrusts didn’t slow as he kissed Johnny’s neck, his voice low and commanding.

“Cum,” Simon growled. “Both of you. Right now—or I’m stopping.”

That was all it took. His words pushed you over the edge, the wave of pleasure crashing through you as your body tightened and trembled. Johnny followed immediately, crying out as he filled you, his body shuddering against yours. Simon wasn’t far behind, his grip tightening as he groaned, the three of you lost in the overwhelming heat of the moment.

As the pleasure settled over the three of you, the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and soft, contented sighs. Johnny collapsed onto you, his body warm and still shaking, his head resting against your chest. Simon followed, his hands sliding over Johnny’s sides as he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder before brushing his lips over Johnny’s hair.

The three of you stayed there for a moment, tangled together in the aftermath. No words were exchanged—none were needed.

Eventually, Simon shifted, his hand gently tracing circles along your thigh. “You okay, love?” he asked, his voice soft.

You nodded, smiling up at him, your body still humming with the afterglow. “More than okay.”

Johnny let out a tired laugh, his head lifting slightly to meet Simon’s gaze. “I think you ruined me,” he muttered, though the satisfied grin on his face showed that he wasn’t complaining.

Simon chuckled, leaning down to kiss Johnny again, then you. “Good,” he said simply, before settling down beside you. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as he nestled in, content to hold you both in the quiet warmth of the moment.

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"Why do you put up with me? Because you're fire... And I've been cold my whole life." - A.R Asher

You don't need to change for the right person, you're enough.

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posting on tumblr first instead of twt for once 🫡🫡

i think Ghost called brainwashed Soap “johnny” one too many times…

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Soap’s boots barely made a sound as he walked down the hallway of the safehouse. The corridor was dimly lit, with only a soft glow spilling out from the slightly open bathroom door.

“Morning, LT. I’m heading to the others, you comin'?” he asked as he passed by the door.

“Morning. I’ll join you in 10. After the mess from last night, I need a fucking shower first...” Ghost replied.

“Alright” Soap said as his gaze shifted to the crack in the door that his Lieutenant had probably left open by accident.

A moment.

Ghost stood in the shower, his back to the door. Water ran in long streams down his body. The overhead light illuminated the scars on his skin, each one a testament to battles fought and survived, like pages from a war diary.

Soap had seen him naked countless times—changing, patching wounds, washing off the grime of missions.

Get a grip, Johnny. It’s just Ghost. It’s always been Ghost.

But this time, it felt... different.

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Soap's sister gets married, and obviously, Johnny is part of the wedding ceremony. He takes Simon along, the big lad has met his family and they all love him. It'll be a fun affair.

Johnny wears a kilt, unsurprising. And it leads to this:

"Dressed like a proper Scotsman, Johnny. Any chance you'll show me what's under your kilt?"

"The only thing under ma fuckin kilt is Batman boxers because it's December and it's fuckin cauld, ye dirty git."