Inventing a type of guy: FFXIV Player who has to psyche herself up for twenty minutes to use the Duty Finder
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also good morning my lovelies ☀️ I am going to a coffeeshop rn and picking all of u up a coffee and donut (or whatever u like for breakfast) ☕🍩 yes even if it's nighttime for u. lets have a good day !!!!
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DROPPING THE ZINE WHILE IM IN LONDON AND DONT HAVE ANY FUCKING RECEPTION OH YOU FUCKING TWATS!!!!
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i nuked my last starter call so here is another ! if you liked the last one and didn't receive a starter, please like this one !
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tagged by @acountrygirlsfun and @goingsparebutwithprecision to share something from my WIP. It's uh. Fuck It Friday Monday now or something. what was it.
🔥 WIP Whenever!! 🔥
They didn’t like it when you didn’t react. Got into their heads quicker than anything, made them angry. Last thing anybody needed was a torturer with something to prove. He coughed, let his voice go ragged. Not hard to do with how rough his throat was. Screaming’s mostly involuntary at a certain point.
“You’re gonna regret this.” A factual statement, but he’d think it was defiance. He’d take it as a good sign. Ghost was familiar with the line of thought himself—a defiant subject, in fighting the power imbalance, was actually acknowledging it. Establishing themself at a disadvantage in their own mind. Often the first step towards breaking down. Really it’s about managing expectations. “Gonna kill you.” Probably wouldn’t be Ghost himself that did it. He’d been tied like this long enough he couldn’t feel the ache in his shoulders anymore. Probably time off for PT before he’d kill anybody again. But having Ghost like this was going to kill the man anyway.
Tone set, Ghost let himself fall quiet again. His staring would be interpreted now as a glare—resting bitch face handy in many situations—and the man didn’t seem eager to let him get another word in anyway. Ghost sank through the pain, let it fill him, until it became baseline sensation and then background noise. Rainfall.
His team was coming. The privates might have seen him go down—extra training if they did. When a superior officer tells you to go, you damn well go. You don’t look back to see if he’s following—but they never would have reported him dead. Little shits’d probably have to see his head separate from his body to believe it. And Price and them wouldn’t have accepted it even if.
So retrieval was in progress. Quiet infil, wouldn’t risk spooking whoever was holding their lieutenant. Quick move, minimize time held and time for enemy troops to consolidate. Probably were pulling in all their troops, but the simul strikes would’ve disrupted that. Large-scale losses, confusion, delays. His team would be here before most of them. So limited, if unknown, enemy numbers. And easy intel gathering, since the assholes had brought Ghost into their main building. Problem with repurposing an abandoned hospital was the floorplans were available on god damn google. Been the same man in the room with him since he was brought in, so it hadn’t been long—torture’s tiring. Gotta put your back into it—but still. Next time that door opened, chances were, it’d be a friendly coming through.
Quiet infil didn’t mean quiet exfil, necessarily. Maybe Price would let him have Johnny blow the building. Level this bitch. Be good for the legend. 'Capture the Ghost; come back to rubble.' Yeah, that’d be nice.
the no-pressure-est of tags because this is a nonsense post: @piratefalls, @ialpiriel, @zahnie, @solivagantingrebel, anybody who wants to share something they're working on!
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Having body insecurities when ur aroace is so funny like "no one's ever gonna find me attractive 🥺🥺" bestie you're not gonna find them attractive either
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Crocheting sure is fun with how you unravel almost more than 30 mins of work because you missed a single stitch or two. VERY FUN YES HAHA I DO LOVE THIS ACTIVITY
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