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[conceptofjoy]

dirkhal

[mail-me-a-snail]

everyone RELAX!!!!!! EVERYONE CALM DOWN!!!!! my dsi is out for delivery

[bulldog-geckorahhhhh]

Someone get me some raw fish RIGHT NOW PLEASE IM HUBGRY

[petermustdie]

dan and phil where are you

[therealtealninja]

Omn what if, hear me out, hazbin hotel watch party @masterofthemonastery WANNA JOIN???

[jusaleetleguy]

@jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists

Just remembered one of my favorite bits from a video and felt the need to make this

[dragon-64]

I need Jod and Ezra to have a heart-to-heart about being orphans of the Jedi. Meanwhile Thirty-Three and Hondo are pirating it up and drinking and singing shanties.

[rhaenyratargeryen]

WARDROBE in House of the Dragon The Red Dragon and the Gold

[bottleblondebeachbabe]

[down-bad-dog-boi]

Make me use my words and then take them away by melting my brain -/////-

“awe poor lil pup, you seem so restless. do you want something, puppy?”

“you can look at me and whine all you wanna, i can’t give you want you want til you ask. oh i know it’s so embarrassing having to say what you want, hm? c’mon, speak, pup. i know you can do it”

“good boy! awe did that only make you needier? so adorable, squeezing your legs together because you want to be filled so bad. be good, lay down and spread those legs for me.”

“god you sound so pretty when i slide into you angel, such a pretty little pup.”

“fuck, you’re taking me so well. keep making those pretty noises for me puppy, you feel so good on my cock.”

“you want more? you want me to touch your cock while i fuck you? what a greedy pup. get on all fours for me.”

“such a little puppy in heat, begging so desperately for me to breed you. who am i to deny my pup my cum when he just needs it that badly?”

“fuuck, just like that. oh god, yes, grind against my hand while i fill you up, good boy.”

“getting close, puppy? you want to cum? beg.”

“goood boy, that’s it angel, just like that. god you feel so good, pulling me in deeper, cumming all over my cock.”

hhh thinkin….a lotta thoughts rn…..

[1-800-cuupid]

can we all agree that pointing out the fact that someone wishing death upon our families in Chinese is not a Sinophobia thing

can we also agree that cursing people is actually a terrible anti-piracy measure?

or am i like....taking crazy pills

[raccoonwxrks]

They're so beautiful I want to cry so bad

[iceman-soup]

ghost x soap

Of course it's fucking raining now that Soap and Ghost finally on leave. Sure, it's not unusual Scottish weather (they're staying in Johnny's small flat in Glasgow), and it's not like they were gonna do much today anyway, but still. It has them waking up in an already lazy mood, Simon shuffling to cuddle into his boyfriend closer and groaning.

The bed is too comfy and warm to get up, and Si doesn't want to move away from Soap's sleepy embrace. They're both conscious, quietly making incoherent noises of complaint at that fact back and forth at each other. Eventually, Johnny presses his lips to Ghost's forehead and rolls them over, sitting up on Simon's stomach to look out the window like a curious rabbit, then leaning down and littering his unmasked face with pecked kisses.

Simon laughs, running his hands through Soap's mohawk. Raindrops patter against the window as he flips them over again, hugging Soap tight then sitting up opposite him, pulling on a pair of comfy military-issued socks and one of his hoodies. The Sergeant sits up too, also pulling on one of Si's hoodies, and much fluffier socks with little skull prints all over them that Gaz had bought him as a gag gift which he ended up adoring.

"Mornin', love," Soap smiles, voice deep and groggy as he leans forward to rest his head on Ghost's chest, who hums in response and nuzzles his cheek against his hair. After a couple moments just sitting like that, the two reluctantly flop out of bed, padding their way over to the tiny kitchen before realising they barely have a scrap of food in the flat, only just having a few general ingredients and a small selection of tea and coffee.

Simon groans again, scanning the fridge as if something new is about to spawn in, before turning around, picking his boyfriend up and setting him on a counter, then passing him flour, eggs, milk and some oil, and getting out a frying pan for the stove.

"What're we making?" the shorter man asks, swinging his legs and playfully kicking Ghost whenever he gets in range.

"Secret," is the only reply he gets, but it's quickly obvious by the way Si mixes some flour, milk and two eggs together, creating a thin batter which he splashes into the pan, just about remembering to put oil in first so as to not completely fuck it all up. Then Chef Riley takes charge, and suddenly Johnny is being bossed around, ordered to get plates and get cutlery and cut up a lemon and put some caster sugar in a small bowl and set it out all pretty on the tiny dining table. In his own home, he complains lightheartedly.

The first pancake served is happily accepted by the Scot along with a quick kiss. The shit weather had only gotten worse, but that meant a perfect background noise for them to eat (although it did make conversation a little difficult). Once the batter is all used up, Ghost puts Soap on washing up duty, whilst he dries and puts everything away. And then it's essential to curl up on the sofa together, wrapped in one of Johnny's blankets, watching a randomly-selected war film and criticising even the slightest inaccuracies to make each other laugh.

[not-the-living-ghost]

These results are killing me oh my god

[milogoestogreendale]

this interview. guys im fucking screaming

[fakeboycow]

thinking about being added to a group chat and getting forced into sending my nudes to everyone there or else they’ll expose to everyone that i’m just an easy slut to abuse