#Activities and Duties

[jolenes-book-journey]

Activities and Duties

Example of some of the Activities and Duties you might be performing while you are workamping in any of the public land use areas within the state of Florida. Most are the same in each of the place such as assisting the employees with their duties. There are some duties that are unique to that particular park. All cam be done by most volunteers and are truly appreciated by the personnel and the…

[sexhaver]

every time i see one of those cutesy videos of some US Army boot boy surprising their kid(s)/parent(s) by dramatically sneaking up behind them in full uniform during a party and then they hug and cry or whatever the literal only thing i can think about is how they signed up to murder people. people who will never get to surprise their loved ones ever again. future history textbooks are going to use these videos as their most blatant example of propaganda. in a better world those videos would end with the crowd spitting on the soldier and/or beating them to death while asking them why they thought they could ever show their face again after what they signed up for

[rusticfurnace]

GHOSTSOAP // "you sweet fucker" MINICOMIC!!!

[wombywoo]

retired 🩶

[canisalbus]

I love the duo, both the historical setting and modern AU. Does Vasco ever go to confession while Machete is running it, just to 'confess' to something they did before as a way to tease?

[that-satireguy]

You guys know people by and large aren't mistaking hairy cis women for men? You know thats a racist insult not an actual misunderstanding.. right?

You know that 'not performing femininity' won't usually have you 'mistaken as a man' it will have insults spewed at you calling you one, because it is AN INSULT to call a 'woman' a man.

THIS IS A FORM OF MISOGYNY. NOT PEOPLE ACTUALLY THINKING THAT A CIS WOMAN WITH FACIAL HAIR IS A MAN.

I have facial hair! I'm fucking IRANIAN its one of the biggest stereotypes about Iranian/Persian women that they have 'bigger beard than the men'

Tl:dr- GENERALLY SPEAKING MOST PEOPLE DO NOT SEE CIS WOMEN WITH MASCULINE FEATURES AND FACIAL HAIR AS ACTUAL FUCKING MEN

[sturmdunkel]

hello here is a doodle dump

so far in the tawny man trilogy i really love the dutiful & civil comedic duo, they are keeping me sane

[peppermint-toads]

you watched a stray water droplet run down simon’s bicep, and you craned your head to the side, licking it up off of his skin.

he pressed his whole palm onto your wet cheek, smushing his thumb over it with a heavy pressure.

you were so tired from crying. your lips and eyes and face were all puffy. your entire face felt raw and red.

simon had sweetly coaxed you into the bathroom, turning the water on as hot as it could go so the steam could start to clear your stuffy head. he’d pulled you down into the bath after him, settling you between his legs and letting you rest against his chest.

he shushed you and stroked your hair until your chest stopped hitching and breathing calmed down.

“bad day?”

“yeah,” you sniffed, your chest starting to heaven again.

“shhh, shhhh, we don’t have to talk about it. not now.”

you just nodded into him. breathing in and out. that’s all you needed to think about.

the world had gotten to you that day. simon had come home safe from another deployment that week, and you just felt overwhelmed by all the possibilities that didn’t even happen.

you were his tough girl. he took pride in the fact that you could handle it, handle him. but sometimes you just needed to be soft.

you always felt so guilty, crying in front of simon. he went through enough, and it was selfish of you to react to his safety of all things like this.

you turned to face him as much as you could in the confines of the tub, placing both of your hands on either side of his face.

“you’re really here?”

he smiled softly. you stared at the thin sheen of perspiration that glistened on his face from the thick air in the bathroom.

he hummed and you could feel it rumble in his chest.

“you’re stuck with me.”

he was just trying to lighten your mood, but those words meant everything to you. you took a shuddery deep breath and nodded quickly, assuring yourself that it was true.

[itspileofgoodthings]

one of the things that continues to strike me on reread is how much the character of Darcy, and Austen through him, finds Mr. Bennet dead. And how much Elizabeth, in growing and changing and discarding her past blindness, has to move past her way of seeing her father and thus of seeing reality, because the two are connected! Darcy’s letter exposes her father’s flaws to Elizabeth in a way she’d never been able to see before. Most especially the way his laziness and neglect of his own gifts have hurt his family and that ultimately he doesn’t. care. Not enough to change. It literally says that she comes home from Hunsford and tries to laugh at her sisters’ and mother’s folly (the way she used to; the way her father has taught her to by example for her whole life) and she can’t anymore! It sticks in her throat. She is grieved by the failures that she sees in him, all the more so because she IS his favorite and she loves him! And the thing about Mr. Bennet is he never changes. The Lydia/wickham situation exposes to him sharply his own conduct and the consequences and he feels it! Because he is neither stupid nor unfeeling. But he, like everyone, has free will. And he chooses not to change when the opportunity presents itself. He even jokes about how quickly his feeling bad will pass and how soon everything will go back to normal, to his laziness and his selfishness. He is set in his ways and he serves as a contrast to Elizabeth’s personal journey because he embodies a version of a person she could have become and was in danger of becoming if her only goal at all times was to laugh at and judge people from the sidelines.

[totallynotanagent]

[Upon arriving at the base, behind the building is a seemingly scalable walled fence. The gate to the entrance is unlocked]

@harbinger-of-bad-news (🦑)

Ernest looks to unlocked gate for a few moments. Before moving past it, he was here for a task and he'll ask more details once he meets whoever he is meeting.

Though the thoughts on what potential the garden must have had pre-fire does linger on his mind. Which is a pleasant thought.

[doeidawn]

18+ MDNI — f!reader

CW!!! implied non-consentual activity. he's kinda an asshole

imagine hanging out with soap after his most recent fling decided to leave him. it’s not like he’s all that torn up about it, but he’d asked for your company and, well, the good friend you were wouldn’t turn that down.

so you go to his place, keep him company. “i’m here for you, whatever you need,” you told him. and you meant it when you said it, but maybe that’s because you didn't realize how serious he’d take it.

the next thing you know, he’s got his hands all over you. innocent touches on your thigh turn greedy as he squeezes the plush of your skin between his fingers. he’s groping every inch of you he can reach, sneaking a hand under your shirt when you don’t expect it to feel your soft stomach under his calloused palm. he groans a filthy sound in your ear when he cups the weight of your tits in his hands and tells you how he’s always wanted to feel them.

so you’ll let him touch you, right? you have to—you said you’d provide him whatever he needed. and right now, he needed something soft in his hands and warm around his dick

so you don’t need to question it when he gets you under him, practically folded in half with those strong hands pushing your knees to your chest. the harsh snap of his hips makes you wince pathetically at the intrusion of his thick cock. soap didn’t care. all he cared about was how hot and wet and tight you were. just like he knew you’d be.

a cruel mix of selfishness and irritation drives the rough and hard thrusts that spear his dick deep inside. he’s mocking your gasps and the confused look on your face���“what’s wrong? y’said you’d help me out, aye? thought you meant it.”

when all you can respond with is a whimper borne from the force of his cock kissing your cervix, he just laughs.

[eiraeths]

ghost: [kicks soap’s ass in a spar]

soap: y’know this is why weight classes are a thing. this was poised against me from the start

ghost: you begged me until i gave in?

soap: yeah cause it’s hot, not cause i wanted my ass handed to me

[samipekoe]

Unga

[wombywoo]

ghoap patreon teaser 🤫

[lay-z]

Thank you for tagging me @gloomwitchwrites 🩷

.ᐟ WIP WEDNESDAY

╰┈➤ CoD PARANORMAL ACTIVITY AU:

demon!Simon Riley ⨯ fem!Reader ⨯ John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

The hubbub and banter coming from downstairs slowly fade into the background with each strained step you take up the old staircase, cherry wood creaking under the added weight of the bulky moving box you’re carrying. 

While Johnny, Price, Kyle, and Gary are arranging the rest of the heavy furniture in the living room and mounting the large flat TV to the wall across from the couch, you’re keeping yourself busy with the master bedroom―determined to have everything ready for your first official night in your own house. 

The house you’ve bought with your former teammate and now fiancée.  

After setting the box down next to the new box-spring bed, you start unpacking various knick-knacks, yours and Johnny’s alike—some decorations you’ve bought just recently, candles, some framed pictures, and other stuff you've brought from the barracks and couldn’t quite let go of yet.

It takes a while, but eventually, you manage to find a place for almost all the things in the box, and you admire your handiwork for a moment, hands resting on your hips and a pleased smile gracing your lips as your gaze wanders over the framed pictures on the walls, the shelf in the corner, the top of the commodes and bedside tables—all neatly decorated and looking way more homely than before.

A sudden thud accompanied by a prominent crack catches your attention and your gaze flickers as you look behind you; turning around fully as your vigilant eyes keep roaming over the bed, until you catch sight of another framed picture, lying face down on the hardwood floor. 

You don’t even remember taking it out of the box. 

As you bend down to pick it up, you hear the bedroom door creak, then your stomach swoops with a strange feeling, and the hairs at your nape prickle, causing you to swiftly straighten up again, clutching the frame in your hand as your heart thuds against your ribcage, spiking a rush of adrenaline for whatever reason, like your body went into survival mode the way it does on a job.

You hesitate for a moment, brows furrowed as you glance between the door and the closed window. No draught. Downstairs, you can hear Johnny’s boisterous laughter and the voices of the other men, which puts you at ease again, until you finally turn the framed picture in your grasp. 

[yi3248]

hug!!

also, would anyone be interested if i made some stickers... idk i just had the urge to make stickers all of a sudden, and i have some keychain ideas too