#theyre idiots

[ukarimo]

They are NOT on the same page

based on meme from @/miiilowo

[poisoned-pearls]

Hc that Azul hides away in Jamil’s hoodie as his octopot 2.0 when they’re dating

[mantasunray-art]

my dnfies

[mournmourn]

"Nace sucking on Jere vacation ig pic" was not on my bingo card for today but here we are

[deathdefyinggarlic]

the best thing about merthur is that theyre both dumbasses

[eirabach]

My WIP Wednesday fic is no longer a WIP! Hurrah! Celebrations! I'm so tired! What is life!

Everytime he lets himself think about it, about Eddie in the way that – in the way that he can't think about Eddie – it's almost like he's back in that coma dream, looking at a world just two steps sideways of right, and it fills his lungs with cotton, his veins with bottled lightning. His brain with utter, mortifying stupidity. It's the only explanation for Eddie Diaz, sitting on the sofa Buck's mother bought him with cards in hand, peeling off his left sock and throwing it at him. Rated E, 4.5k. Contains synopsis level spoilers for 6x13-6x15

[lavenderseve]

WIP!!

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY - TF-141 MANDATORY LEAVE SCOTLAND 6 NOV. 2022 1600

Ghost cursed as he pulled his boots on. He'd been cooped up in his room on base – how Price managed to secure them a decent place to stay on such short notice, he didn't know – since he and the others were put on leave after dealing with Hassan. He felt trapped, and needed to keep his hands busy. He made his way to the range on the base, leaving the living quarters behind. The base was relatively quiet, as Price made sure it was minimally staffed. The base was small, secluded, hardly more than a heavily guarded estate. It was hiding in plain sight, a pretty thing in the Scottish countryside. The range was a field to the far north of the estate, with the armory nearby. After digging through the armory, he retrieved his guns of choice. He picked up a M1911 pistol, and an LA-B 330 rifle. He was lost in the routine of loading the weapons, the motions almost second nature to him. That didn't stop him from catching the sound of footsteps behind him, and he turned to see Soap sauntering up to him with a mischievous smile. 

"Shouldn't you be resting that shoulder?" Ghost questioned, turning back to his guns and putting his earplugs in.

"Doesn't affect my legs," Soap retorted, leaning against the stone wall that separated them from the targets further in the field. He walked right up to Ghost and took some earplugs from the small bag Ghost had set on the stone, nonchalantly putting them in before leaning against the wall. "Besides, I haven't breathed Scottish air in years."

"Really? Figured you'd come back here on leave."

"No, nothing left for me here," Soap chuckled, but there was a note of longing there. "I'm glad to be home. Even if it's just for a little while."

Ghost made an affirmative noise before he aimed the pistol at a target 35 meters out. Soap, meanwhile, watched, and Ghost tried to ignore him. He managed to hit every shot before moving onto his sniper, with Soap giving a low whistle as quiet surrounded them.

"Decent shot. Good sidearm."

"I think you might have a bias, Johnny."

Soap snorted as Ghost pulled back the lever on his rifle before aiming down the sights.

"Do you want to grab drinks later?"

Ghost frowned beneath his mask, still looking down the sight. After a moment, he breathed out of his nose and fired. He then set the gun down and turned to Soap, searching him for any sign of deception. Was he joking? They’d known each other for only a couple weeks, with their first mission taking place only just over a week before. Their first meeting wasn’t as smooth as they’d all hoped, with Ghost finding Soap grating on the ears. Ghost dismissed his thoughts; Soap wasn’t put off by Ghost in the slightest, not by his attitude, and certainly not by his mask – he’d had the gall to tell Ghost it was cool upon their first meeting. Soap asking Ghost to get drinks wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. Especially after Las Almas…

“Ghost?”

Ghost looked over, gaze cold as ever. Soap’s small frown turned into a grin, and Ghost sighed.

“Fine.”

“Great. Be ready at…1800 hours?”

“Two hours to get ready? I must be special.”

“Don’t get too full of yourself.”

Ghost rolled his eyes and set his gun aside.

“Will Price even let us leave base?”

“Already got clearance,” Soap chuckled.

“Confident I’d say yes?”

“No, but…figured you like me enough to try a little Scotch. And we can get some decent food while we’re out,” the Scot hummed, tilting his head. “If you’re up to it.”

Ghost shrugged, pushing down the tug in his chest. Soap was just extending the olive branch, trying to confirm that they were friends even after the mission. While Ghost didn’t make friends, Price would probably kill him if he didn’t try to get along with his fellow task force members. Soap seemed to take his silence as an affirmative, and he pushed off of the stone wall.

“I'll come to you at 1800 hours. See you then, Lt."

Soap left, and Ghost fired off a couple more rounds before he began to wrap up. He had to get ready.

Ghost looked up as someone knocked on his door. It was a few minutes short of 1800 hours, and there weren't many who would knock in the first place. He had a black hoodie and jeans on, nothing flashy, and only had a knife on his belt, expertly concealed. He opened the door to see Soap, also in civilian clothing. He wore a grey t-shirt – Ghost wondered idly if he ever got sick of grey t-shirts – and similar jeans, with a dark leather jacket over his shoulders. Soap stuck his hands in his pockets and smiled, looking rather pleased with himself.

"Come on, Lt. I'll drive."

"What about your shoulder?"

"After seeing you drive in Las Almas, my shoulder is the least of my problems. Besides, I can drive one-handed."

Soap then had the audacity to wink before turning on his heel and walking, leaving a bewildered Ghost trailing after him. The two walked side by side, with Soap only guiding Ghost with the heat at his side. When Soap drew close all of a sudden, Ghost knew to turn the corner, and when Soap drew away, Ghost chased after the warmth.

Just to follow Soap, of course.

Nothing else to it.

[gunsatthaphan]

🤏🏻🤓

[phhantasms]

merry crimbo i think shirase would get yuan to help him ,,"prank",, chuuya with mistletoe so he can kiss him. haha pranked

[detectivekirigirislays]

No because the way anya would be able to read damians mind but still be oblivious abt his feelings until he says smth so out of the blue like:

'Her hair's tied up today. Looks weird and makes me feel weird.' "Huh, syon boy's a bully"

"Its weirdly cute. She looks cute in that hair.' "wHAT-"

BUT PLOT TWIST BECAUSE THE MF KNOWS THAT ANYA CAN READ MINDS

'hehe got u dumbass, stop reading my mind during class hours' "🖕"

[ukarimo]

[dysfunctional-cult-leader]

I love bts fashion cus none of them look like they're going to the same place

[grandapplewit]

Am I really going to have to write the fake dating au where Mike (an idiot) realizes he’s in love with Will, but doesn’t think Will likes him back - so he asks Will to pretend to date him to piss off Hopper (who’s Will’s stepdad). Will (also an idiot) agrees, because he is Absolutely 100% Positive that Mike is Straight™️, and this is the closest he’ll ever get to dating him

[mortau]

@ofsnarkandmagic asked: ❝Nice shirt, where did you get it?❞

Karim looked down at his shirt, then back up at the stranger. 

"Oh, uh... I got it out of my closet!"

And he was so proud of his answer, too...

[blnk338]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJq7SmHw/

Rigo/Gazcore

rigo installs that in his room and he and gaz send a looped video of them doing that to the group chat

[northerngrail]

Sprint and Splint fought each other the first time they met?

oh, absolutely! it was hate at first sight lol