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"Have you seen that bigboy with a skullface??"

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still thinking about how in the mw3 reboot, after soap is killed, if you don’t defuse the bomb ghost continues to just sit with soaps body until it blows.

he doesn’t even attempt to stop the bomb all he does is try to get soap up by patting him.

THIS IS SICK AND TWISTED.

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JASON X (2001) dir. James Isaac

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thinking about creatures.

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idk what to add it’s just as he says

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If we mutually follow each other on here there’s at least a 20% chance I’ve referred to you in a real life conversation as “someone I know”

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Ghoap Selkie AU for College Finals done!

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hello! here is my bloodborne!AU soapghost oneshot with captain mactavish as father gascoigne and lt riley as the hunter trying to kill each other and then having dirt nasty sex in a graveyard c: please mind the tags and enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61232617

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oh you have a headache? you ache to give someone head?

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hail, artist of tiny dragons! how do you feel about people using the tiny dragons with the coffe and tea as pfp, as long as credit is given?

"Artist of the tiny dragons" is a title i will accept with pride

YES ABSOLUTELY YOU CAN USE MY CHILDREN AS PFPS

Just *please* give credit :)

On that note (directed at anyone that might be wondering), I just don't want people to print out my designs to use as decorations or anything- I have an online shop where I sell the physical versions of the dragons, so any reproductions take away from my work

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Care for a drink?

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John MacTavish used to spend parts of his summers in England visiting extended family and this is where he ends up meeting a boy a couple years older than him named Simon. Surprisingly enough, they hit it off. His bombastic, extroverted personality somehow manages to compliment Simon’s rather timid, introverted one. Joined at the hip, the two of them quickly call themselves best friends, and, as children tend to do, develop a bit of an innocent crush on each other – going so far as to promise to marry one another if they haven’t found anyone else by the time they’re both twenty-five.

But then autumn arrives and goodbyes are made and their promises to meet up again never come to fruition.

He doesn’t forget him though. Their friendship remains a fond memory, even a decade later, though much of the details are blurred with time. Perhaps it’s because they’d been each other’s first kiss – if the chaste peck of lips-on-lips can be called as such – or it’s the ring of twined straw, brittle as tinder, he has tucked away in his box of mementos that make that particular summer an unforgettable thing.

That and his steadfast insistence no one else is allowed to use a certain nickname for him.

In any case… those faded months are far from his mind when John Price is showing him around their base of operations, introducing him to people as they go along. The one-four-one consists of near enough two dozen operatives though he’s told it’s not uncommon to be mostly paired off with a select few of his fellow soldiers if they play to each other’s strengths. He nods along and pushes for the use of his callsign when folks wish to be friendly. Until, eventually, he finds himself face-to-face with a man who needs no introduction. A living legend as it were; who’s records Soap had worked hard to beat.

“Well then, last but not least. MacTavish, this is Lieutenant Simon Riley. Also known as–”

“–my future husband,” John finishes for him, based on a name, twelve percent of a full thought and the manc accent he’d spied when hearing him dismiss a batch of recruits.

Youngest to ever make the SAS and about to be the quickest one ousted, he thinks miserably when the eyes assessing him narrow at his declaration.

“Johnny?”

Oh.

“So ye do remember me!” Pivoting from mortification to delight, and heedless to any gawking voyeurs, John slings an arm around Simon’s shoulders to draw him into a loose side-hug. “No’ long now ‘fore we need t’ get hitched, aye?”

“Courthouse is a twenty minute ride,” Simon says drily.

Soap laughs, brighter than he can remember doing for a long time, before he immediately starts teasing Ghost about not proposing properly.

(He does, of course, do so years down the line.)

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mom: You feeling any better today?

me: