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"why do you only torture johnny" "why don't you ever torture ghost"

fool. torturing the loud mouthed scot is torturing that sad british man in a halloween mask. it's torture thru osmosis

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⚡️ caught 📸

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(More artworks on Patreon! 🌿)

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I think the new Superman should be pg-13 and that's so it can have the fuck word one (1) time. And I think that one (1) time should be Supes looking Lex straight in the eye and asking "man, what's your fucking problem?"

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absolute superbat

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bored in a meeting, making reddit memes into ghoap

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Rest easy

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Gaz and Soap training while training recruits

Gaz, smirking: Nice hickey, ‘Tav.

Soap: Price didn’t think so. Wrote Ghost up and everything.

Gaz: Fraternization?

Soap: Nah. He filed it under destruction of government property.

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he's really not quiet at all (AUDIO WARNING PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GODS USE HEADPHONES) thank you @frogcupid for posting ingame audio that i could splice and edit for this

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Ghost, during a mission that’s going badly: Right, lads. I think we are well and truly fucked

Soap, under his breath: I would be if you’d just give me a chance

Ghost: what

Soap: what

Gaz, frantically reloading: No. Nuh-uh. I’m not dying here. I refuse to let that be the last conversation I hear

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They’re matching :))

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Average Ghoap interaction

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Retirement. prevoiulsy a patreon exclusive

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Lois got Clark the shirt while they were dating. She said his chest was bigger than hers. He'd laughed it off and never worn it.

Clark had been running short on clean laundry; his washing machine had broken, and his building manager basically ran for the hills anytime he called about repairs.His jobs had been keeping him busy too, with back to back deadlines and rescues. There was no time to get anything done.

So there he was, scrounging around for anything to wear on his day off in a while, before tackling the mess his apartment had become.That was when he found the shirt and the tiniest running shorts in the world. The only clothes that were still clean. He wasn't going outside. He wasn't expecting guests either. No one would see him.It was either wear what he had… or wear nothing at all.

That's how Bruce found him when his meeting in W.E's Metropolis branch ended hours early and he decided to drop in on his long time crush/best friend.

The door opened to Clark, hair disheveled, wearing the tightest outfit Bruce had ever seen him in (barring the Superman suit). And in bright red scrawled font, right across his perfect chest, the words:

“Big tits. Bigger dreams.”

Bruce had to be dreaming. He must have fallen asleep in the car, because this? This wasn't something he thought he'd ever get to see. He sent up silent gratitude. If he really was dreaming, his mind was feeding him the best.

'Bruce!? I wasn't expecting anyone.' Clark shrank back slightly, like he wanted to cover himself.

'My meeting ended early. I sent you a text.'

'My phone....I don't know where I left it.'

Bruce just stood there, not making any move to go inside. All he could see was Clark, the shirt clinging to his chest, the curve of his pecs, broad sculpted shoulders, the lettering arching perfectly across the swell of muscles. Bruce felt dizzy with the amount of chest he was being blessed with. He hadn't even bothered to look lower.

Clark stepped aside waving him in with a lazy arm, which made the hem of his shirt ride up a bit higher.

'You can come in. I was trying to get the place cleaned up. Sorry about the mess.'

Bruce's eyes trailed down slightly to see to his surprise (or delight he wasn't quite sure), Clark was also wearing the tiniest running shorts imaginable. They clung to his thick, muscled thighs like they were a second skin.

Bruce finally moved, feeling proud that he hadn't walked right into the doorframe.

He stepped past with a muttered, ‘Nice shirt.’

He couldn't help it , his brain to mouth connection had completely stuttered somewhere between the words ‘Big tits’ and the plains of Clark's thighs.

Clark looked down at his outfit, a flush creeping up his neck.

'Right..I was running low on clothes. Lois gave it to me as a joke a while back.'

'I'm sure... ' Bruce suddenly felt like he needed to send Lois a gift basket.

'You alright? You seem a bit off…Is it hot outside or something?' Clark asked, glancing over with concern. Bruce was uncharacteristically red in the face.

Bruce's mouth moved before his brain could catch up, again.

'Yes. That sure is hot… Outside.'

'What?'

'I need some water.' Bruce sighed.

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Play stupid games win stupid prizes

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I think it'd be funny if the identity reveal was super anticlimactic. Clark has an interview scheduled with Bruce Wayne about some new project or initiative the company is doing and he walks into Bruce's office and sits down and through a combination of sounds/smells/matching injuries/whatever just immediately recognizes him as Batman and is so surprised he can't contain his reaction and he's just like "Batman...?"

And Bruce loses the Brucie Wayne posture immediately, rolls his eyes and just says, unsurprised and a bit condescending, "Superman."

And then they just sit there in silence, staring at each other, Clark very confused and Bruce clearly annoyed at how quickly Superman recognized him. And when it becomes clear Bruce isn't going to say anything further, Clark looks down at his notes where he has some questions written down and, without knowing what else to do, just awkwardly starts with the first question.

The following interview is one of the strangest he's ever done. Bruce gives some very typical Brucie Wayne answers but all completely deadpan, hardly any inflection. He's also clearly grumpy the entire time. Aside from Bruce not acting like Brucie Wayne, there is no further mention or acknowledgement of their superhero identities. Clark goes back to Metropolis in a daze and still isn't convinced that the whole thing wasn't a fever dream.

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Bruce: Today I realised I'm old

Clark: What happened?

Bruce: I fell in the kitchen and instead of laughing, all my kids came running to see if I was ok

Clark:

Bruce: I saw fear in their eyes

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10 year old Dick: "Bruce, when you get married, can I be the best man?"

Bruce: "Of course, chum."

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12 year old Dick: "Hey Clark, do you think when you get married, I can be your best man?"

Clark: "I don't see why not."

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25 year old Dick: "In my defence, I had no way of knowing you'd end up marrying each other."