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I like you *this* much

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when captain sleeps

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wonder what he's so focused on 👀

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how could you not love the guy

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Soap begging for a turn with one of the other guys birds as if he can't get his own will forever be top tier

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Wish you all a beautiful day with this lil sketch 💛

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reblog if you are ASEXUAL, support ASEXUAL PEOPLE, or SECRETLY A DRAGON IN HUMAN FORM

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It's Soap that turns to him and goes "why dae ya smell like pussy?"

of course it’s soap the one that can smell pussy from an hour away, i knew we were going for realism with this one, but this was the nail in the coffin lol

also ghost just shrugs and takes another sip of his drink as if eating pussy in the alleyway behind the pub was his regular wednesday night

and the rest of the 141 just go back to their regular conversation too, like yeah i guess it does happen sometimes, who are they to judge anyway? they’ve all done something alike in the last month for sure

- Morph

Johnny spends the rest of the outing moping and trying to convince Ghost to point you out. Surely anyone willing to get eaten out in an alley once is willing to let it happen twice. It's not like Soap is above sloppy seconds, hell he's eaten enough come out of enough birds to be considered a dump himself, and unlike some people he actually washes up after training. He doesn't understand why he isn't allowed to go after Ghost's bird! The only reason he doesn't try to sniff you out is because Gaz grabs his shoulder and forces him back down into his seat, telling him to stop bothering the locals. God he's like a damn feral cat, absolutely decimating the native songbird population.

As if any of them are better than him. Price snuck off to the bathroom not even 30 minutes after they'd gotten drinks and Gaz is posting up to fuck the bartender as soon as they close up shop. Soap's the only one not getting any and it is entirely because he is being a freak about it. Calm down my man, there's plenty of pussy to go around, you don't always have to clean up after your mates.

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I planted a mini-patch of pumpkins to see how they'll do in my soil.

I'm hoping they grow well so I can use them as treats for the cows

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one of my moots posted an article about something along the lives of dead dove fics providing a safe space for people (rape victims, especially) to safely imagine/explore those scenarios and i'm having trouble finding it. can someone please point me in the direction of said article?

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If I bummed a cig off someone only to take a good look at them and realize it was the asshole that left me alone in an elevator I would flip my shit. Ghost would be at the receiving end of me going "YOU 🫵😠" before giving him the talking to of his life. I'm confident I could rival most military officers when it comes to chewing men out.

Oh absolutely. The thing you don't pick up on as Ghost stares down at you with eyes like a dead fish, your shouting taking up the whole alley (how could you just leave me in that elevator, did you even think to get help, do you know how bad you fucking stunk) as you drunkenly chew him out, is that this man has no memory of you and has never been more turned on in his life. While he's become mythologized in your friend group (at least you're not trapped in an elevator with a weird stink giant am I right?) You were barely a footnote in a story about his day. And somehow that makes this so much better for him. He's being condescended to by someone who can look him in the eye, your finger jabbing into his firm chest and your voice ringing like a drill sergeant in his ears.

Of course you end up pressed against the alley wall, Ghost's hands fumbling over your ass, trying to slip under your shirt, his lips splintering against yours in a desperate kiss. There was nothing else Ghost could do, he damn well couldn't refute you, he probably did do all of that, so let him pay you back for it, yeah? Let the stink man give you head in this dirty alley. Please? He's already on his knees, may as well.

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Pondering my orbs.

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Pondering my orbs.

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it all started cuz they wouldnt let Ghost drive

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Finished coloring my new pinup of Soap 💦

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If you guys would like to support one of my friend's friends, you can listen to his songs here. Mostly instrumental/Metal.