#John holder

[nakeddeparture]

Bridgetown, Barbados. The Reverend Duncan Dormor was met with open arms (by hungry negroes), as he dropped pennies in the slavery/reparations bucket.

https://youtu.be/vxIaEGUzn48

Codrington estate should be double/triple burnt, the dirt removed and replaced with bricks and cement, and it should be made a slave memorial. Naked!!

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[killerpancakeburger]

SOAP 🧼 x Reader HCS PT. 2

Yes I have more. Can't stop won't stop. I need help

Your lockscreen is a thirst trap of him. It usually deters all attempts to sneak into your phone and it cheers you up on bad days. But mostly it was done in retaliation to his own lockscreen.

His is you barely awake, dishevelled, messy hair, dark rings under your eyes, puffy face, death glare, murderous expression. Looking like shit essentially. You both hate it and love it, cause on one hand you hate seeing yourself at your ugliest, but on the other, his insistence that he finds you ô so endearing like this is a heartwarming confession.

Your retaliation failed pathetically, since he does not have any shame about showing off his body, but you still kept it.

You once thought you could embarrass him by carrying him bridal style on the base, but this man is... unashamable. He took it all in stride, the back of his hand on his forehead, pretending to dramatically faint in your arms.

He sings in the shower. Is he good or bad at it... you decide.

Do NOT let him know that you like it when his voice gets raspy... ("Get on your FUCKING KNEES".mp3, "Ka-freakin-boom, baby".mp3) because he will NEVER let it down.

You gave him tremendous power and he will use it for no good. Changing his pitch on command in the worst situations (worst for you) to whisper sweet and filthy nothings in your ear or through the comms. (WATTYA MEAN ENGLISH DOESNT HAVE AN EQUIVALENT FOR "SUSURER"?? Yall missing out 😔)

"Ooh ya like mah voice, Bonnie? S'that right? Ah guess ah could indulge ya...for a price"

Purposely riles you up in public so you'll take it out on him afterwards. "Fuck you MacTavish!" He bites his lower lip, gives you doe eyes; he's so, so close to whimpering - "Wish you would."

Always has his fingers crossed that, when you get tired of his smart mouth, you'll tell him you can think of a better use for it than idle chatter. Wether you mean making out or talking between your legs, he's thrilled either way.

Human radiator. Loves winter because you will spontaneously seek his heat. Spends the summer pouting because you rebuff him.

How he comforts you: throws himself at your feet (if you're sitting), grabs your face or your hands, immediately asks what happened. Will listen religiously if you wanna talk about it. Always down to talk shit about the person who annoyed you. The kinda guy that can make you laugh through your tears, he doesn't care if he has to make a fool of himself for it to happen.

If you don't, he'll give you all the hugs you can ask for - these biceps were made for caging you against those pecs. Or if you're looking to take your mind off it, he'll come up on the spot with activities to do together.

Loves famous pop songs, like Britney Spears'. Not only will he sing along and dance, but he will manage to get YOU to sing along and dance with him. He doesn't take himself seriously at all. It's all about having a good time and letting loose. You end up laughing so much your stomach hurts.

"C'm'on bonnie, dance wi' me." "I don't know how to dance, Johnny. Forget about it." "Ah dinnae either! Let's look like idiots together." "I'm too self-conscious for that." "It's just me, hen. Ah won't judge ya." He laces his fingers with yours and lays kisses upon your knuckles, all the while staring at you with a mix of softness and encouragement.

[sinisterexaggerator]

NSFW / 18+

[Hancock]

➤ oneshots:

Nothing to lose

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

hancock x f!reader

Summary: You are important to John Hancock; there is a radstorm brewing. As a skilled and reformed scavver, you’re after a part for a decommissioned lounger—it belongs to Doc Amari’s famed Memory Den.

Hancock's tense; he should have gone with you, but it’s not too late to search you out. He would be glad to have you home safe in his arms, only things don’t always go as planned, nor do you go unpunished for your negligence.

Little Red Dress

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

hancock x f!reader

Summary: You're wearing a little red dress, one that teases and tantalizes Hancock. You're the Mayor of Goodneighbor's prized possession, and it does not bode well for you to tempt him so, especially in public.

Hard Feelings

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hancock x f!reader

Summary: You are the General of the Minutemen. Hancock is your companion when out on missions. It's all fun and games until there are hard feelings at play, the ghoul thinking that one day you just might leave him.

➤ headcanons:

First impression

NSFW Alphabet

Possible explanation for why Hancock likes you addicted to chems

Game glitch (cw:suicide)

[Nick Valentine]

➤ oneshots

Final Straw

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

valentine x f!reader

Summary: You're sick to death of listening to people insult and belittle Nick; you take matters into your own hands, much to the Synth's surprise, but your methods are a little bit unorthodox.

➤ headcanons:

First impression

[Valencock]

✩ Coming soon.

[Cooper Howard / The Ghoul]

✩ Coming soon. Maybe? Idk.

➤ Memes/random: #1 | #2 | #3 |#4 |#5 |#6 |#7 |#8 | #9 | #10 | #11 | #12 | #13 | #14 | #15 | #16

➤ Thot thoughts / incorrect quotes: #1 | #2 | #3 | #4 | #5

[immortal-in-their-way]

When I started Sherlock & Co, I thought John and Sherlock shared one braincell between them. I was wrong. Mariana has the braincell.

[blitz0hno]

No bc t1 Mikoto song is Host Angst t2 is Protector Angst pretty much all we need in t3 is Trauma Holder Angst

[tavners]

Silent Night (2023) | dir. John Woo

[ka-freaking-boom]

Welcome To My Darkside

DID Ghost x Soap

Warnings: Blood and violence

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Ghost noticed how people flinched when he spoke or tensed when he walked into a room, everyone feared 'The Ghost'. They feared his cold demeanor, his skill with a weapon, his blank stare that just seemed to look right through you. 

But very few people knew the truth, the fact that the real threat wasn't his antisocial behavior but was actually his humanity, the part of him that wished to give back the cruelty that he had endured.

Simon was the bloodthirsty monster born from human cruelty that lived in his chest. Simon was the thing that emerged along with the rage, the itch to make something scream. Simon was an untamable, rabid dog that was all too eager to bite the hand that feeds, quick to meet even the smallest gesture of kindness with an open maw and violence. 

So Simon was hidden away behind impenetrable walls and a reinforced steel door, but Ghost could still feel him pacing the length of his cage, just waiting for the smallest hint of weakness to exploit in order to get free.

And his patience was rewarded when Soap --Johnny-- had been forced to dig his own grave under the brutal heat of sun after a mission gone horribly sideways, the various injures littering his body lazily oozing blood as he worked under the watchful eye of their captors. 

Ghost had three men flanking him, forcing him to remain on his knees and just watch as one of the men stepped forward with the command to stop and hand over the shovel. And Johnny, who was rebellious even now after the countless days of torture he'd endured, swung the blade of the shovel at the man's head, the metal connecting with his skull with a sharp crack.

The man crumpled to the ground as four men rushed forward to divest Soap of his makeshift weapon, the man's blood pouring out onto the dirt under his caved in head. 

Ghost felt a well of pride and had to surpress the urge to smile, since he was currently maskless, but all his mirth quickly melted into rage when the sound of the safety being flicked off a gun ringing out through the air before the muzzle of that very same gun was pointed directly at Soap's forehead.

Soap stopped struggling and held carefully still, the familiar burn of venom that followed a scorpions sting lighting up Ghost's limbs as Simon began to bodily throw himself at the door, snarling incoherent threats when Soap was corraled backward until he was standing at the edge of the hole he just dug.

The man was speaking but Ghost couldn't hear anything over the high pitched ringing in his ears, flashes of his own grave flitting across the forefront of his mind, and the hinges on the door keeping Simon contained gave with a deafening snap. 

So yes, Simon was a hidden part of Ghost, something so broken that it had lost all sense of purpose other than to survive. But survival had always meant being the bigger monster, it meant learning how to kill and how to carry the blood of both the innocent and the damned on his hands.

The price was Simon's kindness, his compassion, his ability to love in a way that wouldn't ruin whatever he touched. 

Which is why Ghost should have took heed of the warning signs of Simon's growing obsession with his Sergeant when he came back to himself caked in gore and viscera with Johnny's hand on his bare face, should have been worried by the soft look in Johnny's eyes, the vulnerable display of emotion out of place in a clearing with an empty grave and a number of mutilated bodies.

But by the time he'd realized what he'd stupidly let happen, any attempt at separation would've only resulted in bloodshed with Johnny potentially caught in the crossfire, and Ghost himself was in much too deep to do anything that would hurt Johnny.

[brakish-tea]

malevolent posting

[aftertheradar]

hi! sending out for someone who's more talented than me please? I have a fanart request. (If nobody wants to make this then i'll just wait till i have more money and commission it)

Also Spoilers for both The Locked Tomb Series, specifically Harrow the Ninth and Nona the Ninth, as well as Parahumans: Worm. i've been rereading them both and noticed a parallel between two characters and i want to use this (half joking) request for fanart as a way to talk about it.

anyway here's my idea: can you draw John "Jod•Emperor of the Nine Houses•The Prince Undying•The Great Resurrector•The Necrolord Prime•The Man Who Became God And The God Who Became Man" Gaius the First and Eidolon drinking tea and eating peanuts together? Maybe while the Ressurection Beasts and the Endbringers destroy everything in the background?

I'm already writing the fanfic to match it don't worry

edit had to fix a typo because my autocorrect always changes book 2 to "Harris the Ninth"... which will be my next crack fic project naturally.

[meryizza]

I am happy John Bacchus got an epic character song! One of my few problems with Mirai Nikki is that not all the Survival Game Cast has the same amount of recognition as Yukki or Yuno, mostly who appeared for a few episodes like 11th. However this song is just AMAZING 👌 and fits him very well!

If you have not listened it yet you should try it ;v;

[yunoteru4ever]

落描き所有者ズ by こおぼ

Permission to post granted by the artist.

[pasta-pardner]

hey! don't you know that smoking kills?

[natequarter]

medieval/early modern history is a fun game of "Where Did That Earldom Go?" where you have to follow a chain of biography citations, genealogical trees, and wikipedia pages for old men who died childless to figure out where the hell that earldom got to, and if it even remained an earldom

[no-side-us]

Letters From Watson Liveblog - June 15

The Beryl Coronet, Part 3 of 3

Did people back then just keep beef on a table they could take a slice of at any time? Because it's not like they were having dinner or something, the beef was just there.

This is unintentionally funny and kind of mean. He has a name, Holmes! It's Francis Prosper! You were told it yesterday! And to think I thought he had a good memory for these sorts of things.

Not too sure about this ending for Mary. If what Holmes has said is true, she was manipulated at least to some degree by Burnwell. I would've liked something a bit more definitive considering she was the actual thief of the story.

I don't know about anybody else, but I like to imagine I'm receiving these letters from Watson in his old age as he shares all the exciting adventures he's had in his youth. So getting to The Final Problem is less of a dour subject and more of a fun reminiscence about that time Holmes faked his death for a few years.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

[blitz0hno]

Speaking of trial 2 going into trial 3 I think the best possible thing they could do with John is have him TRY to disappear and essentially just "become" Mikoto again, and get incredibly frustrated because he cannot do that; despite having "agreed" to it he cannot just make himself leave, which gets Mikoto to realize that This DID Thing Is Real and that he's John's alter as much as John is Mikoto's alter. If that makes sense

[vivian-bell]

The truth is, as much as I wanted to be here with Hayley, an even bigger part of me just wanted a proper family Christmas again.

Your Christmas or Mine? dir. Jim O’Hanlon