#kit roach

[cy-lindric]

Jo and Roach, girls for a wlw short story about vampires and legal disputes in south Paris

[furretsden-archived]

Gary "Roach" Sanderson {Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II} care kit with no further specification for anon

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[babymapleleaf]

The other day I was hanging out with a friend and they asked me to help them find baby stuffs that are shark themed and I made them a whole big list of cool shark baby toys :D

So first of all, don't be surprised if I post a shark themed regression kit at some point, and second of all, if anyone has any specific themed baby stuff they'd like to see feel free to send a request!! I genuinely have so much fun looking for this stuff <333

[cherie-doll]

how do you think the cod men would react to you hiding an injury (from a mission) from them?

(annoyed i had a draft of this ready but my laptop decided to act up and i lost it, so i had to rewrite it again)

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Hiding An Injury From Them

ઇଓ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price

it wasn't until after the mission that he noticed you clutching your side, your hand curved protectively over the wound that was surely getting worse by the minute or so he feared

he insisted on taking you to the medic right away, and as you were being examined he stayed right outside the room, he really wished you had told him, he was captain so he had to know if one of his had been injured

you were left to rest but the next day he came back, when you awoke he was there by your bedside, "why didn't you tell me?"

he just wants you to know that you need to trust him, he's more worried than anything on why you didn't come to him, did you not trust him?

Ghost

while you were seeking shelter he noticed the way you limped, you hadn't said anything but anyone who looked at you could see how terribly you tried to hide your pain

he sighs and trudges towards you, as if annoyed he has to do this, but he takes you aside and has you show him the injury, it wasn't as bad as he thought it was which is why he's a little relieved

as he bandages you up he's mostly silent, he wanted to scold you, to say something to get this feeling off his chest but when you gasp in pain when his fingers apply too much pressure he can't bring himself to be annoyed at you

you're left feeling the phantom touch of his fingers and how he gentled when he saw you wince in pain

Soap

you two were almost always assigned together or ended up finding one another and watching each other's back, so you were always in his subconscious; he just couldn't let anything happen to you

yet, in the blink of an eye it had happened, you brushed it off as being just fine, that it was only the debris and nothing more, nothing vital had been hit

but when you went back to base and he didn't see you around for a couple of days and found out you had been sent to recovery he rushed to find you, "you told me you were fine!", and he's upset you weren't honest when he asked

you two were a team...always working together so he definitely gets cross about the matter for a little while afterwards but not for long because he's still checking up and asking how you're holding up

Gaz

when you were a rookie you went to him for almost everything, he was the one you felt safest with and he had treated you with the most respect even if you were still learning and made mistakes

so he couldn't help but feel forgotten or sidelined when you didn't tell him about your injury, in fact, you weren't planning on telling anyone because you didn't want to make a 'big deal' out of it, you had been doing so well and you didn't want anyone to know you had messed up

yet, he found you taking painkillers and stuffing rags of blood down to the bottom of the trashcan, "how long have you been covering this?!" as he rushed to take care of it for you

he was stunned to find out you had been trying to take care of it yourself, still he remained patient as he somewhat understand why you did it

Roach

he went into panic thinking something worse would happen if you didn't tell someone right away, but you tried to tell him it wasn't that bad as a knife was sticking out of your leg

neither of you knew what to do other than informing someone, as help was on the way he shushed you and was 'calming' you down when you weren't even showing distress

he loves being helpful when he can so he stuck around to see if there was anything you needed whether that be emotional support or medicine; he was ready to help

Alejandro

he'd mutter a few curses before ordering some soldiers around to get an emergency kit, you try to move into a more comfortable position but he scolds you to hold it, you're making it worse

"this is serious you idiot, stuff like this can't be held off until later" and he might go off into a long rant but really he's trying to distract his mind as he cleans your wound and wraps it

he implements a new rule; everyone must report what they're doing or what has happened to them at all times during a mission, doesn't matter if they're taking a dump or if they got a papercut they gotta report that too

really he's just worried you'll get hurt and he won't be there in time to aid you

Rudy

he's all over you, anxious and troubled that one, you were injured and second, you were intentionally hiding it from him! he's more disappointed than anything

"i'm so sorry, you'll be fine.. i promise" he comforts as you're being patched up and treated, it probably hurt him more than you but you swear he's being a little over the top

back at base, there is not a day that goes by without him coming by to see you and bringing something for you, he doesn't even get mad at you for trying to hide the injury from him, he most likely forgot

Phillip Graves

"no, no- fuck, why?!" he focused in on solely you when a soldier told him about the injury you were trying to hide, but he cares too much, and you've seen how he is with his Shadows, of course he wouldn't let something like this slip by him

doesn't matter if you can walk yourself but you're not doing anything without assistance anymore until you're completely healed, it's sort of heartwarming in a way

he makes it very clear that this doesn't happen again, and you think he's talking about the injury but no he's referring to you hiding that you're hurt, he doesn't mind offering help he just doesn't want you suffering in silence

Makarov

he can't help but feel guilty, he should've known the risk for sending you out there and now the result is you needing emergency care, thankfully you weren't in too much pain

still, to him this is very serious, "this is serious! tell me what happened, who did it?", he's ready to go out there and find the bastard who had the audacity to do this, but you tell him it was kind of your own fault because everything had gone well it was actually due to your clumsiness that you had stumbled and hurt yourself on the way back

he doesn't know if that's another lie but since you seem better now he'll take it

Keegan

you've seen how much he yells during missions, so you know you're in for a reprimand the moment he figures out you're hurt, it's just a matter of time until he notices

strangely, when he does notice the blood through your clothes his eyes only widen as he points out the stained cloth and then gets to work silently as he uncovers the wound

you nervously try to tell him it's not that bad and he shouldn't be fussing over it but he just rolls his eyes, "not that bad you say? are you even looking at it?"

yeah it was pretty bad

König

he gets nervous the moment you show the slightest sign of discomfort so it's no strange that you'd hide an injury he's surely freak out over, you just don't want to cause him to lose focus

little do you know, the other soldiers are his eyes and ears as they report to him your injuries, he comes and says it's best you go back to base a little earlier, you protest thinking it's not fair that the others have sustained worse injuries yet they still have to keep going forward with the mission

but he just wants to prevent you from getting hurt worse and being so far away from a medic who could treat you end up with terrible health complications

Horangi

you and him tended to play around during missions, as if not taking them seriously, until it resulted in you getting hurt, he went serious after that even though to tried brushing it off

he could see you tense up a bit, your body sensitive to the throbbing pain that was begging to be taken care of, you needed rest and you weren't going to give it what it needed, he really wished he could be more caring and nurturing in this moment

he can only tell you to breathe slowly, to focus on the stars above you right now and hope you got to a medic soon, he wants you to realize you're not fine and that this could have been prevented, if only he had been more on guard

Nikto

he's seen people get their arm blown off, maybe even lose a leg and he barely bats an eye at it, so why is he constantly looking over at you who seems to be suppressing pain?

to him if blood isn't noticeable then it's no reason for alarm, and even then a little blood never hurt anyone, but your throbbing pain only gets stronger and he can see it in your eyes, the desperation and how you wish you had painkillers right now

while everyone else is asleep he orders you to tell him what's hurting and he tries his best to take care of it, he's built a high pain tolerance over the years but will feel disquieted when you appear worn out

[wandering-pirate]

Mouthwashing Characters Headcanon

How the Crew Takes Care of You on Your Period

Captain Curly

Knows your cycle so well that he starts prepping his monthly Captain Curly Period Kit a week before it starts

The kit includes all hygiene products that you need including painkillers, five of your favorite chocolate bars and the best part: candid photos he had secretly taken of you, each with a note underneath

The notes ranged from awful period puns to sweet compliments. This man knows how to keep you happy, physically and emotionally

Whispers comforting words as you sob over a character’s death during movie night

Though once, it was about a cockroach getting pancaked on screen

"Babe, that roach? It’s in a better place now—cockroach heaven. Endless trash buffets, living its best afterlife”

Spoiler: it worked

Checks in on you throughout the day, either with a sweet “How’s my baby feeling?” text or by dropping into the room for a quick chat, always making sure you feel loved and cared for

He understands how hormones can mess up with your mood and always reassures you that he isn't going anywhere

Co-pilot Jimmy

The man has somehow mastered the art of finding all the right spots to massage when you're doubled over with cramps or just feeling downright miserable

What you don’t know is that he once secretly googled “how to massage girlfriend in pain” (in incognito mode cause his ego won't just let him ask outright)

Big mistake. Huge. He was immediately bombarded with nsfw content, all roleplay, mostly rough

Let’s just say it took half a day, several deep breaths, and a burning face before he stumbled onto an actual helpful website

Ever since then, he’s been sneaking off to “practice.” But it got a little weird one day

Every time you passed by, he’d be glued to his phone, staring at it with this weirdly intense look, and his free hand squeezing the air at different angles

“Uh… babe? Are you… hallucinating? Maybe some floating breast action?”

“Huh? Wha—no! Unless you’re jealous of the air now, darling. Should I be worried?”

It all paid off when you let out those godly noises he loved, his hands were massaging with just the right pressure and on the right places

To top it off, he even got an essential oil in your favorite scent

Not without drama, though—apparently, walking into Bath & Body Works fully hooded and masked with shades doesn't scream 'thoughtful boyfriend'. It screams robber

Mechanic Swansea

The man and his craftsman hands will do anything to make you comfortable

Need a hot compress? Heats up grains, puts it in a sackcloth bag and places it in your lower belly

On days when you feel ugly looking in the mirror? Secretly blurs them slightly with shampoo or soap

Cold hands? Wraps yours in his larger ones

The kids being too loud while you're in a damp mood? He'd play tea parties with them (he was crowned the princess of all dragons)

Before sleeping, he always lay the towel down at your side of the bed whenever you're at the bathroom

Even built you a custom wooden cabinet that dispenses pads and tampons efficiently. Always stocked because he secretly checks it regularly

You have to force him to sit or lay down with you when he would be silently stressing out on what more to do

"Swansea, love, you're all I need right now, just stay here with me"

Nurse Anya

The nurse uses her medical and psychological expertise like a pro, making your period feel a lot less miserable

Meds are always your bestfriend whenever your killer cramps hit and she made sure to always carry all kinds of painkillers and have every dosage for each pain scale you're in

Wincing and doubling down? she's quick to ask

"Scale of 1 to 10?"

Even when she’s busy, she finds little ways to remind you you’re not alone like leaving sticky notes with doodles of you or your favorite characters in places where you’ll find them

After noticing how you loved wrapping your feet in blankets, she got you matching fuzzy socks that you now have to wear whenever she’s around (because she’s wearing hers too)

Lovingly strokes your back and hair while you scream at reality show contestants for choosing the dumbest of choices

Very much amused and nods along every time you asked her if you're both witnessing the same stupidity

Intern Daisuke

The boy is sometimes dense but when it comes to you, he sure isn't incompetent

One day, when the bed was way too soft to escape from, you did the only logical thing: text him

"Hey Dai, can you buy me some tampons? forgot to buy some yesterday"

"Be there in 5 babe! (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ"

And he meant it

He gave the pharmacist a heart attack by storming in and loudly asking for a box of tampons

Proceeded to grill them on what brands were most likely to leak so he'd avoid them (no shame whatsoever)

Never arrived empty-handed. Along with the tampons, he’ll pick up a plushie, a cute keychain, a little hair accessory or literally anything he knows that will let him see your pretty smile

He’ll wrap you both up in comforters, flashdrive loaded with all your comfort movies, from romcoms to horror

The mission? Movie marathon until you're both knocked out

Despite shrieking at every jumpscare, he still kisses your forehead between scenes, like you’re the one who needs reassurance (Spoiler: he needed those forehead kisses more)

a/n: thanks so much for reading! headcanon requests are very much appreciated ʕ•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ

[my-jokes-are-my-armour]

Just a kindly reminder that, this sequence exists in the official Witcher game youtube channel for their modding kit, and that it is the most replayed moment of the video 😏. Followed by Roach on a roof top 😅.

Geraskier with fruity Jaskier is always there.

Bonus : Witcher!Jaskier AU.

[t4twnyclaw]

THE KIN REWORK!

thistle and nettle still are part of the kin but i didn't draw them. assume that a few Guardian cats (cat group from Tigerhearts shadow) were also once part of the kin before breaking off.

Raven and her brother are now the bastard children of Blackclaw of Riverclan. MEANING. they're the half-siblings of Reedwhisker.

Dragonfly and Roach are the bastard children of Rushtail of Windclan.

Grassheart of Shadowclan is a rouge, her mother is part of the kin.

Flame + Silt are ex-lovers. They're also the mothers of Blazefire. At some point Flame flees the kin to the guardian cats for the safety of her kits.

I always thought it weird how the kin were just made of random rouges so after attacking skyclan, killing sharpclaw and birdwing, a few Skyclan cats 'join' the kin.

Honeytail stays behind because Macgyver was critically injured from the attack and his kits, Quailkit and Pigeonkit are too young to evacuate properly.

Macgyver + Quailkit + Pigeonkit. Macgyver critically injured and swallows his pride, 'joining' the kin while he's injured for the sake of his kits well-being.

Sandynose stays behind for Honeytail's sake. This causes a rift between him and Plumwillow who decides to leave.

Creekfeather. I don't know, maybe he joined because he genuinely liked Darktail's leadership over Leafstar's?

Rain. Now the son of Creekfeather. He is pro-Darktail.

This means, roughly 15 cats are part of the kin by the time they reach the lake territory.

[cy-lindric]

Vampire gf & occultist gf 😳🩸

[the-bi-library]

Here are bisexual books of August!

Books listed:

The Last Witch in Edinburgh by Marielle Thompson

The Dark We Know by Wen-yi Lee

Catching the Con by Dominique Davis

Mistress of Lies by K.M. Enright

The Phoenix Keeper by S.A. MacLean

Full Shift by Jennifer Dugan Kristen Seaton

Practical Rules for Cursed Witches by Kayla Cottingham

Rules for Ghosting by Shelly Jay Shore

Queen of Dreams by Kit Rocha

Better Left Buried by Mary E. Roach

Kindling by Bonnie Woods

The Sea of Clouds by Sheila Jenné

Mighty Millie Novak by Elizabeth Holden

Navigating With You by Jeremy Whitley, Casio Ribiero

Covington Acres by Riley Hart

Heads Will Roll by Josh Winning (UK release)

Inversion Point by Jenn Burke, Kelly Jensen

Phase Shift by Jenn Burke, Kelly Jensen

[tesalicious2]

Why you don't prank the Guard commanders

Since they are almost constantly tired and at the end of their rope, anything could set them over the edge and no one wants that

not only that but they will usually react very strongly because of their extenuating circumstances and it is often blown out of proportions

HOWEVER, the other battalions don't know that and just want to help their brothers have fun! what's wrong with that

THIRE:

Thire got off a three day mission with General Yoda that ends up with Thire covered in some giant monsters stomach fluids and snot

He had to sit in it for a ten hour ride back and is humilated, with Yoda attempting to comfort him which only makes it worse

On his way back to the HQ, some troopers from the 104th decided to hit a guard with fake slime, a funny little prank

When Thire is at the end of his rope, he goes for violence

Thire waltzes into the mess, calls out whoever pranked him, and proceeded to dress them down, chew them up, and spit them out in front of everyone in the entire mess (made up of a few battalions and some Padawan Commanders)

It boiled down to 'you morons, i will kill you, you tiny roaches are nothing to me and i will throw you in the trash compactor like the disgusting garbage you are' with much more colorful and degrading language thrown in

Many now fear Thire and Wolffe outright refuses to work with the man out of fear

STONE:

Stone had just stopped three prison riots, captured two escapees from said riots, updated the entire security system, and hadn't slept because of the previous items for four days

Some men from Kit Fisto's SCUBA battalion thought it would be funny to hide some of Stone's stuff that was in his office (ie, datapads, pens, etc) and moved his stuff three inches to any side

Stone, who usually just jumped onto the coach in his office with the lights off, missed the middle and went to far up and smacked his nose on the wooden arm of the couch and cracked a tooth

This was not a fun way to cap the last four days

He found the troopers and filled their SCUBA tubes with spiders for them to find when they shipped out. Too bad the spiders crawled onto their faces on the ship and not in the water :(

THORN:

Thorn had been assissting senators for three full days with only 5 hours of sleep while standing throughout meetings

He had been ready to sleep and was heading to his last meeting with General Kenobi and some of his troopers present

Wooley and Longshot decided to lighten the mood by setting their voice coders to a different language and telling him he was going crazy

They also removed the nonslip pads from the couch and it slid out from underneath him

This may not have been bad at all but after three days, every little thing is annoying as shit and exhausting

After that meeting, Thorn decides to take revenge

Thorn is a believer in you get what you give so he does something harmless

relatively harmless

He sneaks onto the 212th barracks on the ship and places a speaker into the vents of the barracks, above Wooley and Longshots bunks (as close as he could get, the sound reverbs so everyone is pretty mad about this prank)

Every so often, in random intervals (no more than 4 hours, no less than 1 hours) a beep would sound, not too loud but loud enough to be annoying after 2 days

At night, it gets louder and more frequent and quieter during the day

Many troopers lose sleep over finding the thing (Thorn literally unscrewed wall panels to hide it), its been 3 weeks and they arrive at their new battle field in a week

Four days before their arrival, as the speaker is about to die, in the middle of the night, the speaker goes to full volume and shouts 'THIS IS COMMANDER THORN. I MAY BE THE CAUSE OF YOUR SLEEPLESSNESS BUT LONGSHOT AND WOOLEY STARTED THIS. I WILL DO IT AGAIN ASSHOLES. THE SPEAKER IS GOING TO DIE SO ENJOY YOUR *TEMPORARY* FREEDOM. HAHHAHAHAHAH-' and then the speaker dies (Thorn hacked the cameras and enjoys playing the screaming arguments and shouts at the speaker during rough days)

Longshot and Wooley never hear the end of it

FOX:

Fox had been going through hell the entire week and he was ready to kill someone, even though his shift wasn't over yet.

Jesse, Fives, and Hardcase had decided to help Fox lighten up by shooting him with silly string throughout the day, switching armor with blank armor to keep hidden

Fox was paranoid and had to be sedated. He eventually tracked down the three and had his revenge not through their own annoyance

At first, he replaced their weapons with modified silly guns that quickly ended, leading them to believe they were free (the whole revenge lasted an hour ish as the three enjoyed playing with the silly string)

Unknown to them, Rex's entire room had been filled with silly string, his blasters, the padding in his matress, the drawers in his dress, the hair wash was liquid silly string, the soap was frozen strong, his pillow, his chair was broken then 'welded' back together with silly string and fell apart when he sat on it, etc.

He kept finding it and it lasted for days, the moment he thought it was over, more string came up. He was paranoid, everything was silly string

When he finally complained to the command chat, Fox told him that Jesse, Hardcase, and Fives caused it and that he overheard them planning it

When Rex punished them, they said they never did anything with silly string but many others saw them spraying each other with the silly string FOX pranked them with so everyone assumed they were messing with the leftovers from Rex's prank. Not only that but they weren't quiet about pranking Fox so everyone thought he was the warm up for Rex.

No matter what they said, Rex didn't believe a word and they were stuck on latrine duty for a whole month

When Rex found out about Fox getting pranked as well, Rex let them get punished by him too

Fox made them clean out all the massiff kennels and play areas, cleaning any stains from the puppies and getting used for bite practice by the adults everyday for their next leave.

Fox came by and watched them everyday, laughing at their misery

HOUND:

Hound loves pranks and jokes and will happily engage and laugh at them

however, the timing has to be right and most don't get that part (only the other ARF troopers know)

Some troopers from the 41st took his bed sheets and pillows and blankets and towels after some of his troopers and Hound ended a four hour chase through the sewers (they didn't know about the chase).

Hound normally would've thought this was hilarious but after spending two hours covered in sewage looking for towels around HQ just to shower, he was pretty mad

After cleaning up and ready for bed, he snuck into the 41st barracks and woke them up with a growling, snarling grizzer leaning over their face and a hand over their mouth.

He whispered, 'don't scream, you touch my shit again, I will end you and everyone you love.'

Rinse and repeat then he sneaks away

[umlewis]

Lewis Hamilton On Dressing Up, Showing Up, and Making No Apologies

When I learned that The Met was celebrating the Black dandy, I was a bit blown away, to be honest. Black dandyism, the men who came before us—curator Monica L. Miller’s work and how she explains this history in the exhibition “Superfine: Tailoring Black Style”—it’s all so important to learn. What hit home hardest is how far back it goes, and that there are so many different ways to present as a man; you don’t have to be traditionally masculine. And Black men have always had to be more excellent than our white counterparts. I’ve seen that with my father and with me—we needed to be overachievers. That’s why this theme is just so important to me.

When I was growing up outside of London, there were no museums near me, there wasn’t much diversity, and there certainly wasn’t any exposure to fashion.

So I lived vicariously through magazines and music videos and films. The people I looked up to—it was Muhammad Ali, it was Michael Jordan, it was Eddie Murphy in Beverly Hills Cop wearing that cool leather jacket. And then a little bit later I started to learn about Cab Calloway, James Baldwin, Nelson Mandela, and André Leon Talley. I saw how their image was so important to them, and how they presented themselves through fashion.

At the same time, I was trying to understand how I wanted to present myself. As a teenager I didn’t have any money for clothes; my family and I spent it all on racing. So I would wash cars along my street for pocket money and go to the little thrift store in town and get the Tommy Hilfiger pieces that I saw in music videos. They gave me the confidence to show up and say, “This is who I am.”

Just before I got to Formula 1, I remember being looked up and down by a boss, and he definitely wasn’t impressed with what I was wearing. I was probably in FUBU and Timbs. I remember thinking, Shoot, I’ve really got to fit into this mold. And my dad expected me to fit into that mold too. Sometimes I would dress one way leaving the house, then drive down the road and change into a baggy, swagged-out look. I would go out and have the best night ever, then change back into what I left the house wearing before I came home.

When I first signed with F1 I was only allowed to wear suits and team kits, and it was horrible. I didn’t feel comfortable, and I didn’t feel like I was able to be myself.

Eventually, I had the courage to push beyond those boundaries and say, “Look, I want to turn up to the track in what I want to wear. I’m here now—you can’t get rid of me or change the way I dress.” The pushback was massive, but when the sport saw the impact of my little runway, other drivers started doing the same thing.

Of course, I always wanted to go to the Met Gala, and I got invited for the first time in 2015. It’s always been a privilege to attend, but in 2021, I no longer wanted to just be another person in the room. I was working with Law Roach, who is a dear friend, and I was like, “What if we created a table together where we invite a few up-and-coming Black designers, have them dress some guests, and we all show up together—so it’s about creating space and opportunity?” And also, I was going to buy the table myself. Of course, everyone looked great, but I felt like that night opened up a dialogue about amplifying underrepresented voices and talent.

Naturally, I hope this year’s Met Gala sparks conversation and reconfirms the connection between fashion and self-expression, and how deep it runs in Black culture. I hope it allows us to show that we have ownership of our identity and how we see ourselves and how we see one another, and how we use fashion to combat preconceived notions with humanity and dignity. If you think about where we are in the world—and particularly in the States, in terms of people pulling back on diversity—I think this Met Gala sends a really strong message that we must continue to celebrate and elevate Black history.

When I look at the images of Black men from the past—images like the ones in the exhibit—they were so stylish. My stylist, Eric McNeal, and I have been thinking about how I’m going to turn up at the Met Gala. We’re both very thoughtful and intentional when it comes to fashion, and I hope that everyone else attending is compelled to really research and think deeply about what they’re wearing. I also hope people take time to see the exhibit; the storytelling is amazing.

Timing is everything, and to have co-chaired a previous Met Gala wouldn’t have been as special. I’m really proud. (Also, I remember watching Pharrell as a kid and thinking, He’s so stylish and cool. It’s surreal for me to now be co-chairing with him.) The moment is going to be huge. A testament to our legacy. A message that it can’t be erased.

[price-askblog]

logging off

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so life is just getting a little hectic right now, and honestly i’m trying to spend more time doing things more fulfilling. don’t get me wrong, this is very fun and i love the community so much but i just need to take a step back from it for a while.

i haven’t been very active as much as i used to be and so i just thought i might as well commit. this is my farewell to the whole cod rp community! you all are so amazing and i thank you all of you for your time and your kindness. LOVE YOU GUYS!!!

special goodbye to john’s missus @mushyroom02, miss you lots!

my boyfriend will still be on here so check out his blog if you want @johnny-askblog 💕

[slvtforfiction]

Chapter 1 || Skiing trip

☆ This is the 1st chapter to a series!!

☆ WillNE x Reader

☆ Yayayaaya,my first fic on tumblr

☆ Backstory here

☆ TW// Drug use

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Incoming call ; Freezy

Missed call ; Freezy

Incoming call ; Freezy

I sighed as I picked up my phone,realising it must be important if you must call me twice though this could very equally be something stupid that won’t affect my day what so ever.

“Hey Cal,what’s up?” I said as I picked up the phone,leaning it between my ear and my shoulder as I continued to paint my nails.

“Hey so we’re going to New York for a skiing trip,we were gonna film it for a video but Chip dropped out because he’s ill,do you wanna come?” He quickly explained and I processed the information slowly.

“Uh yeah sure.” I said as I continued painting my nails, “I’m glad you sound enthusiastic.” He replied sarcastically and I giggled, “My bad,oh my god! Yes Freezy! I would love to!” I giggled sarcastically down the phone.

“Alright alright,I’ll send over the details and meet you at the airport tomorrow?” He said and I furrowed my brows, “Tomorrow? Fuck! Uh okay.” I said as my mind began racing thinking about where my ski clothes are along with my suitcases and kit.

“Alright I’ll send the details,see you tomorrow.” Cal said and I nodded “Yeah cool.” I said as I now desperately and silently begged my nails to dry as fast as possible because I had some insanely fast packing to begin.

I think u got a room w / WillNE ifyk who that is,the flight is at 5 tomorrow morning,meet us at Gatwick at 4:30 and we’ll meet there,see u soon x

That’s all good,see u soon! x

I smiled as I typed out my reply though stressed out and worried about how im going to pack so quickly.

I found the suitcase with my skiing gear in it,pushing it to the side as I began pushing clothes and recording equipment into my bag,running around my apartment as I gathered everything I even thought I would remotely need.

Grabbing a red bull out of the fridge I walked back upstairs,deciding sleeping wasn’t an option and having a pint with the guys at 4am sounded fitting.

I shoved my makeup bag into the suitcase,zipping it up and throwing it with my skiing gear suitcase,lying down on my bed as I stared at the ceiling,sighing.

I had my suitcases packed,rather quickly if I say so myself,even if it was because I shoved everything in without rhyme or reason.

I turned to my side,grabbing the tray off my window sill,folding the paper as the green dust fell into the paper,rubbing against the roach.

I licked the paper,sealing it as the lighter hit the end of the blunt,taking a sharp inhale as I placed my tray upon my window sill again.

I lied against my pillows as I blew out the thick white smoke,coughing lightly as the plume of smoke filled my room.

I rolled into my side,holding my phone infront of my face from a good enough distance,scrolling through my TikTok feed calmly as I inhaled and exhaled clouds of smoke.

As the high hit my vision blurred slightly and I settled into bed,pulling my cover on top of me.

Hey,supposed to be sharing a room with you?

Hey! My name’s Y/n

Nice to meet u

Nice to meet u 2 x

I smiled as he messaged me,finishing the conversation too early but little did he know it wasn’t the first time I had heard of him,I knew who he was through some of our mutual friends and after a few hours of stalking his YouTube I came to the conclusion that he’s fit. Like,fit fit. And after a few more hours of stalking edit accounts I could’ve been bordering parasocial.

Laying in my high state I snuggled into the covers and flicked onto YouTube,prepared to do more “research” a.k.a giving me a reason to watch his videos.

I flicked into the first video I saw,propped my phone up on the bed and cuddled up to my pillow as I prepared to stay up till 4am,convinced I would never wake up if I fell asleep tonight.

The trip to the airport was the least memorable part and I wasn’t looking forward to it,an hours journey all by myself sounds brilliant. absolutely shite.

[niresenrab]

Christmas gifts for the Modern Warfare characters

Soap gets one of those fucking art kits that every child who enjoyed art got that we can't use.

Ghost gets his favorite Sargent.

Just to clarify, that positive pregnancy test in Gaz's box is his. I'm going to impregnate that man.

Price gets a day off.

Alex is certainly a wife guy. He gets a shirt that shows how much he loves his wife and burn cream because he blew himself up for his wife once, and he likely will do it again.

König gets 30 seconds of straight pepper spray directly into his eyes. If he closes his eyes, I will hold them open and resume.

Roach gets a speak and spell. Feel like he would use it to cause chaos during briefings.

Nikolai would get a copy of Cold Chains for Old Men Magazine and a gold chain.

Farah gets to CRANK THAT MFING HOG

Laswell gets a couples massage with her wife

Graves gets bass pro shop opossum (Russell 2)

Makarov gets coal, though, it kind of backfires because he goes on a rant about how cold is underrated and that Russia is the 6th highest global producer and the third highest consumer, but when he takes over he'll maximize production.

[boatcats]

Ed/Stede meet cute: phone go sploosh.

On reflection, Lucius should have been paying more attention to his boss. In his defense, though, how much trouble could Stede Bonnet possibly get into on board a research vessel? A fair amount apparently.

Stede was talking a mile a minute as he stepped on board the boat. "And then we'll need to make sure there's enough tapas... Roach is an excellent chef but I want to speak with the caterers again. That one -- the Swede, I think his name was -- he seemed confused... SHIT!"

Lucius watched as Stede jerked and let go of his cellphone. There was a splash.

"Oh shit," Lucius said. "Did you mean to do that?"

"I didn't -- ! No, Lucius, I did not mean to do that. A bee or something... I got stung by a -- Oh, god, my phone."

"Hey mate, let's get you away from the side okay? Don't want you to fall. Can I help you sit down?"

A new character had joined their little drama. Lucius gave him a once over. He was maybe in his late forties, dressed in a perfectly starched white shirt and tie with captain's stripes on his shoulders and his sleeves rolled up to show his tattooed forearms. His long hair was swept into a bun at the base of his neck and he had deep, warm brown eyes. Like Bambi. He was wearing black leather cuffs on both wrists. One was thinner than the other to allow space for his watch. Jesus Christ.

Captain Leather Bambi was now asking Stede if he had a bee allergy and whether he could put a hand on his shoulder to lead him to a chair. Oh, and did he need a first aid kit? Captain Leather Bambi wanted to make sure he had a nice experience. It wasn't often that he got to welcome a science writer like Stede Bonnet on board...

Stede, for his part, was smiling deliriously. "You've heard of me?" he squeaked.

"Oh, I've heard of you. I've heard all about you."

So this was happening...

[garyroachsandersonsbf]

Cowboy Hat Rule Part 1 - Ghostroach

SFW | Minor Violence

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Currently the 141 were stationed in good ole’ Fort Worth, Texas. The hot and humid weather of mid July was harsh, and being in a full tac kit only made things more miserable. Two days already in the city and Soap was begging to go home. But they couldn’t, not just yet. The reason why they’re currently holed up inside of a van with a barely working AC unit, was because an anonymous tip gave the team a possible hit on El Sin Nombre. Said he was running large trades through the traveling rodeo, so here they are now, waiting outside the ongoing rodeo in Cowtown.

Ghost actually advised against deploying to Texas due to the lack of legitimacy in the tip’s claim and not much proof to back it up besides a half torn letter from El Sin Nombre himself that could’ve been a fake anyways. But as they were incredibly desperate to catch this guy for intel on the missing missiles, they took any chance they were offered to get him, and so Price and Laswell approved the mission and sent out the lieutenant with the three of his sergeants to meet up with Colonel Vargas, Sergeant Major Parra, and Commander Graves. It was only their second time meeting, but it felt like they’ve all known each other for much longer, guess that’s what happens in war.

“It’s so fookin’ miserable in here.” Soap pulled at the collar of his shirt that was drenched in sweat. “Cannae wait any longer before I gaun get heatstroke.” He then attempted to fan himself with his hand.

Ghost sighed and tossed a water bottle at him, “Shut up Sergeant. Rodeo should be done within the next hour, you can be quiet and wait until then.” Ghost tugged at his mask, repositioning it as the sweat caused it to cling flush against his face.

Soap scoffed, “Away n’ bile yer head!”

Suddenly Gaz’s voice perked up from beside Soap, “It is hot in here though, Soap’s not wrong about the heatstroke either.” He looked around the van at the miserable and sweaty men.

“We can’t risk opening any doors and exposing our cover over needing a little bit of air. Just drink water, you’ll live.” Ghost was very irritated that night. Having to come to Texas was the first thing that ticked him off. Then it was the weather. And then there was the plan they had. It was flimsy, nothing very solid to go off of in the first place, so naturally there’s a lot of room for error and danger, and Ghost didn’t like that.

Roach leaned in beside him, “What about a window?” His goggles rested on top of his helmet, allowing Ghost and the rest visual access to his eyes where currently Roach was lifting one eyebrow up expectantly.

“Negative Sergeant. You’re just gonna have to suffer.” His monotone voice showed no sign of sarcasm or humor. The sergeants all sighed loudly not being able to get their pleas through to the lieutenant.

“Heads up,” Rudy knocked on the metal mesh separating the back of the van with the two seats up front. “Two armed men just got out of a truck near an emergency exit at the rodeo. We may have something here.”

“About fucking time. Get ready boys.” Graves clapped triumphantly. Surprisingly to Ghost, Graves has managed to become more insufferable and obnoxious than Soap! And unfortunately for Ghost, he had the honor of sitting right next to the mercenary commander.

“Not yet,” Alejandro chimed in. “We don’t see any package, they’re only just standing around, no need to engage yet.” Then he whispered something in Spanish to Rudy, too quiet for Ghost to make it out.

After about 20 more minutes of waiting and various complaints about the heat, they finally got the green light to engage. “Eyes on a woman being escorted by three other heavily armed men.” Rudy called out, binoculars pulled up to his eyes.

“ID?” Ghost asked, trying to shift his body and look through the mesh and out the windshield.

“I think we got a hit on El Sin Nombre’s personal sicaria, Valeria Garza.” Rudy responded, tension in his voice.

“That’s the bitch who slipped through us last time in Las Almas, isn’t she?” Graves asked furiously. Back in Las Almas during their first meeting, they attempted to seize Valeria but they ended up being outnumbered and she was able to escape and go back into hiding.

“Easy there, Graves.” Alejandro warned from the driver’s seat.

Suddenly Rudy, who still was looking through his binoculars, yelled out, “Target getting into the truck, more men behind her loading crates into a black suburban, possibly the package she has to deliver.”

“Copy that, calling it in.” Ghost switched his comms to the channel with Laswell, as did the rest of the men. “Laswell, we have eyes on Valeria Garza and the package. Permission to follow and engage if needed?”

Laswell’s voice crackled through his earpiece, “Affirmative, you have the go ahead. Try to make it out of the city before engaging with them, we want to keep a low profile.”

“Copy. Going into pursuit.” Ghost stood up and reached over to bang on the metal mesh signaling it’s time to go.

Alejandro put the car into gear and began rolling out of the alleyway and down the narrow street a few hundred feet from the targets. They anxiously followed behind the cars, waiting for them to arrive at their destination. After about 10 minutes of driving, they turned onto a private dirt road where they were more exposed than before.

“Drop back following distance, they’ll be able to spot us much easier than before,” Rudy advised and Alejandro complied, slowing the vehicle down and leaving another couple hundred feet between them and the targets.

“Losing visual on Valeria and the package, too far back and too much dirt being kicked up,” the colonel warned. Suddenly their tail lights disappeared completely and the soldiers were unable to make out the cars through the dust. “Command, we lost complete visuals with targets. I repeat, we have no visuals on targets.”

“Something isn’t right…” Roach muttered anxiously.

“No,” Ghost agreed. “Pull over the van and-“

All of the sudden the truck and suburban came into view and were parked horizontally over the road, multiple of the armed men standing behind the vehicles, gun trained on their approaching van. Alejandro slammed on the brakes, causing the van to swerve and stop horizontally on the road as well, bout a hundred feet away from their enemies.

“GET DOWN!” Alejandro and Rudy yell, ducking below the windshield and windows as bullets begin to fire and hit the van. Ghost was extremely thankful for the armoured van Price gave them, a reinforced body and chassis, and bullet proof glass. It was enough to handle some firepower for a good amount of time, much longer than a normal van.

“Laswell, targets have opened fire on us, we’re pinned down.” Ghost yelled out through the comms, hands on his weapon waiting for an opportunity to engage.

“Shit! Get out of the van as quickly as you can and engage. We’ll try to send in reinforcements.” Laswell then went silent as she made her other calls for backup.

“We don’t have time to wait around for others! Ghost, are you able to get out the back door?” Alejandro yelled out over the loud gunfire.

“It’s risky but possible!” Ghost got up from the bench, still keeping down low in the van. “Moving out!” He swung open the door which was immediately hit by dozens of bullets. He waited until there was a minor pause in fire, as they were reloading, to leap out and run behind the van, quickly making his way to the front of the vehicle. He positioned his gun around the very front of the van and began to shoot at the cartel. He immediately downs one man who falls off the bed of the truck. “Need more power!” Ghost urgently called out, and a few seconds later Roach is behind him, laying down fire from over the hood of the van.

A couple more men drop dead but not enough to try and advance further. Gaz was the next to come out, staying at the back of the van, shooting from under the opened back door. He was able to pick off another guy, leaving about five cartel members and Valeria left. Each side continued to exchange bullets for another 5 minutes before the other side halted fire completely. Suspicious, Ghost peeks around the corner to try and spot them but is unable to see a single enemy. “Gaz, visual on anyone?”

“Negative, LT. Looks like they ran.” Gaz moved over to Ghost and Roach, Soap on his heels right behind him.

“Or they’re all dead.” Soap chuckled.

Ghost shook his head, “Don’t get too excited just yet, Johnny. Something is off.” He squatted and leaned against the tire, “Alejandro, you see anything?”

Alejandro picks his head up and peaks through the cracks in the window, “Nothing Ghost.” The van’s door creaks loudly as he opens it slowly, and steps out. “I think we’re clear. Rudy, come out.” Rudy on the other side of the van hops out and joins the other four soldiers still hiding behind the van. The men gather around to regroup and figure out what they need to do next. Valeria had once again slipped right of their grasp. “Hold up, where’s Graves?”

Ghost whipped his head around and walked carefully over to the back of the van where the door was still open, he peered through and saw Graves holding up a radio, speaking quietly into it. “Hey, the fuck are you doing? We’re regrouping, Valeria’s back in the wind.”

Graves turned sharply on his heel, an odd grin on his face, “Quite the opposite Lieutenant Riley. While y’all were shooting at the cartel, I called in some of my Shadows for reinforcement. They caught her and took down her escorts about half a mile out from here.”

Ghost didn’t praise his efforts, he only grilled him more, “And where’d you get the clearance for that, Commander? Hadn’t heard you over the comms at all.”

“Shepherd gave the go-ahead. Turned on a different frequency and asked him directly.” He began to step out of the van, bumping his shoulder against Ghost’s harshly, “No need to worry, Lieutenant.”

“Well,” Roach walked up to Ghost, “Think we’re going to need a new ride.”

Ghost looks at the van full of bullet holes and shattered windows, smoke emitting from under the hood. “Think you’re right about that, Bug.”

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