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“ghost has brown hair” “ghost has blonde hair” “ghost’s eyes are blue!” “his eyes are brown!” ghost is an unfathomable black void beneath the skull mask and if you take it off you’re immediately turned to stone medusa-style

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12inches tonight-141

Valentines evening on base

Soap: taking my lass out tonight

Gaz: treating mine to a nice dinner

Price: and I'm taking my missus out to dinner while the kids stay home

-Ghost and Y/N, taking a pizza out the oven(the two singles of the team)-

Ghost: anyway, pizza is ready

Y/N: *taking pizza out and showing it to the others* this is the 12 inches we'll be getting tonight..

Soap: sometimes, I am concerned for you both

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I care more about your happiness than I do their feelings

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I hate, love, and desperately miss how high you make me feel

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If anything were to happen

I'd raise hell

And then disappear

Because a world without you

Isn't worth existing in

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why bother to pull out after cumming raw inside when you can fuck your cum in even deeper and top it off with another load

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I was reading a book (about interjections, oddly enough) yesterday which included the phrase “In these days of political correctness…” talking about no longer making jokes that denigrated people for their culture or for the colour of their skin. And I thought, “That’s not actually anything to do with ‘political correctness’. That’s just treating other people with respect.”

Which made me oddly happy. I started imagining a world in which we replaced the phrase “politically correct” wherever we could with “treating other people with respect”, and it made me smile. 

You should try it. It’s peculiarly enlightening.

I know what you’re thinking now. You’re thinking “Oh my god, that’s treating other people with respect gone mad!”

Happy Valentine’s Day.

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I could fix him. I could make him worse. Good for you. I could gently take the weapon out of his shaking, blood-soaked hand and hold him until he finally believes that he doesn't have to be defined by all the ways the world has hurt him. Then we could ruin the lives of everyone who has ever treated him like he's a monster who doesn't deserve love.

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why you should keep writing your story

because it’s a puzzle no one else will ever arrange the same way as you.

because there are ideas that simply won’t come to you until you write down the wrong words.

because all the bad scenes are the bones of the wonderful scenes.

because someone will love it: someone will read it once, and twice, and thrice; someone will ramble to you about the complexity of it; someone will doodle your characters out of love; someone will find it in exactly what they were looking for with or without knowing it.

because they have things to say, your characters. they’ve told you all those secrets and they have more to tell you, if you will listen.

because you love it even when you don’t; even when it drives you mad or when it accidentally turns into apathy; even when you think you’re doing it all wrong; you love it, and it loves you back.

because you can get a treasure even from things that go wrong; because if a story crumbles down you can build a shinier one on the same spot; because you won’t know where it will take you until it takes you there.

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I LOVE THIS AND WANT IT SO BAD 😭😭😭😭

~~TOTALLY NOT CRYING AT MY DESK AT WORK WITH... (CHECKS TIME) 7 MINUTES LEFT IN MY SHIFT~~

Simon coming home to you cuddled up into yourself on the couch, reading a book that looks like it has at least five hundred pages (he doesn't know how you do it), and wearing his clothes.

You're wearing his clothes.

You're wearing his clothes.

Something surges through his large frame and he realizes just how in love with you he is, how much he adores having this domestic life with you when he returns home. His hands start to shake and suddenly he's moving quickly to discard his boots from his feet and his jacket from his broad shoulders.

You look up from the pages you had been briefly lost in to see your lover as he walks closer to you. Your smile is bright at the sight of him and he swears his heart starts beating impossibly fast in his chest, you always made him feel like a teenager falling in love every time he was close to you.

"Hi baby," Simon tries to hide the way his lips twitch upwards at the sound of your voice. You close your book move it to the side and reach your arms out toward him. His shoulders shake with a silent chuckle at your grabby hands aimed at him.

When he reaches you he practically melts into your body. You're devastatingly warm against his cold exposed skin and he audibly groans at the feeling of being pressed against you.

You wordlessly move your hands to the base of his neck to remove his balaclava then run your fingers through his hair making an effort to scratch at his scalp which only has him groaning again.

"Ya look good in my clothes," He whispers into the crook of your neck his lips brush gently against your skin and it makes you shiver.

"Mm knew you'd like that," your voice is filled with amusementand you smirk.

His head pops up to look into your eyes and he glares but the smallest of smiles grace his scarred lips.

"Don't go teasin'," you laugh a soft laugh and he relaxes back into you.

He loves this, just being with you. It makes everything worth it the hours of grueling work just so he could get home to you, his little dove.

And for some reason, seeing you in his clothes makes it all the better.

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MW3 SPOILERS!!!

MAJOR SPOILER RIGHT OFF THE BAT!!!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

My thoughts on the MW3 campaign after playing it last night. I successfully avoided spoilers and social media the whole day yesterday.

Seeing people talk about Soap's death is so weird to me. Cause as a writer, it makes sense to me.

- "His death was anticlimactic."

- "It was rushed."

- "They treated him like a side character."

- "Ghost, Price, and Gaz didn't react at all."

I think people forget that COD is propaganda for the military. In the moment, you can't grieve. You don't have that luxury. Their silence. Price's hesitant response to even say that they had a casualty. Not to mention the jump from Laswell writing up the report to the boys on a cliff woth Soap's ashes. That had to have been a couple of weeks. They had time to process their grief. They'll probably still hurt. They are going for revenge. Price already started with Shephard.

On the note of his death and how some people saying it was anticlimactic? I personally think it was perfect. We played most as Price and Soap through the whole campaign. The flashback mission to Verdansk. The moment between Price and Soap where Price said he shouldn't have stopped Soap from killing Makarov. They really put in perspective what they both put into all of this.

And for the people saying they hoped his death would be more dramatic. That wouldn't go along with how Makarov carried himself or his plans. The man constantly talked about how time was precious and everything needed to happen according to his plan to the T. He talked and talked and talked about how time was important. He wouldn't have wasted time showboating. It makes sense that he killed Soap so quickly.

His quick death was so jarring and shocking from how it was carried out. It had me sobbing for an hour on a call with friends. One friend was ahead of me and finished the campaign just to get in the call cause he knew how I was going to react. I didn't even process Makarov getting away. Silent tears rolled down my face until the moment you cut the wires and stopped the bomb. I started uncontrollably sobbing. Hearing Ghost's "Johnny..." killed me.

The game may have felt rushed due to how high paced it was. It was high stakes. Millions of lives were on the line.

I'm going to play through the campaign again. I want to take my time now that I know what's coming. Enjoy Ghost and Soap banter when they were on the island. Shove Makarov around more than I did with the Verdansk mission and take a longer moment to appreciate Ghost in his OG gear and mask.

It's still a good game. I'm not okay, and it's going to fuuuucking hurt for a bit. I have opinions on some other aspects of the game, but I don't have time to continue on at the moment. I'm on lunch at work.

Anyway, I hope everyone is doing okay after this. Please go drink water. All these tears are gonna make you dehydrated. ❤️

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Draw badly. Write nonsensically. Embroider messily. Burn what you bake and cook. Get paint everywhere. Read half a book. Lose your mind for a bit. Plant things. Have faith in the process. Abandon 70 wood-carving projects. Get a kit and do some of it and never return to it. Get comfortable with sucking and losing motivation. Continue to create with reckless abandon.

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Thinking about making out with a guy until he gets so horny and desperate that he starts rutting against me and whimpering "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't help it~ You're just so fucking pretty~" and eventually just pinning me down and fucking me right there <3

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Call of Duty: MWII + MW2019 ↳ Infinite gifs of Cap. John Price [29/∞] - John Price & Body Language.

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DEFINITELY NOT RELATING TO THIS IN EVERYWAY SHAPE AND FORM

Soap flirting with Ghost and Ghost reciprocating in a playful way but it never really going anywhere so Soap comes to the conclusion that "Ah, I am just unlovable, then." And Soap keeps flirting, and Ghost keeps reciprocating, but Soap's words start to take on a wistful kind of tone, peppered with playful (albeit mournful) jabs at his own apparent shortcoming and slowly Ghost starts to pick up on it but almost just as slowly Soap flirts with Ghost less and less until one day Ghost realizes that he's stopped entirely and panics because he actually misses it and Soap seems sadder lately and FUCK those jokes about not being not being lovable weren't actually jokes at all were they? Shit shit shit

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Ugh! I want all of this! I want to be fucked like a rag doll! BUT ALSO LIKE A PORCELAIN DOLL THAT'LL BREAK IF YOU AREN'T CAREFUL! SLOW ROLL AND GRINDING OF HIPS TOGETHER UNTIL I'M JUST A MESS! A WHINING, WHIMPERING, BEGGING MESS!

yes we’re giggling, yes it’s while we’re fucking, yes it’s between kisses and breaths and squeezes and loving glances and slow thrusting and

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I'll gladly take both ^-^

Someone who’ll talk you through it 🥲