#John....on the other hand

[puddleofclai]

(cont. from Part One)

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"John, I don't know what to do if Sam doesn't come back-- I love him, and I thought he loved me, and I don't have anywhere else to go--"

"Don't worry Caroline, I'll take care of you," John said. "You will?"

"Of course. You and I can work to find a way to fix you."

She seemed confused, so he continued, "To find a way to make you human."

"Turn me human? Why?"           "Why? Of course you want to be human;  anyone would want to be. No, more importantly, who could love a monster?"

"...oh." John smiled frost-brightly, in a vain attempt to pass some small measure of cheer onto her. "Caroline, don't you fret about a thing; I'll be here with you to help, every step of the way!"

He thought he heard the faint sound of weeping from her room that night; surely Sam's reaction had come as a great shock and betrayal.

He, despite doing his best to be supportive, was unsure what else to say or do to comfort her. After all, he had already said everything he could.

Bonus (writing to Meri for some advice later):

[seraph5]

✨🚧wip🚧✨

[mayasaura]

Guys. The cows were about how if people don't like you or don't want to listen to you, they'll decontextualise your actions and use them to discredit you in any situation. How doing one (1) memorable bad thing can be held against you forever. The cows are about looking a council of world leaders in the eyes, telling them we're all being robbed of our futures by megacorporations, showing them the receipts and numbers and photographic evidence, and being told none of your arguments matter actually because you're The Cow Guy.

The cows are about how people don't forgive, not really.

[nekrosmos]

Lazy mornings 🍵​

This is inspired by this short fic by @on-a-lucky-tide <33

[giotanner]

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley and Sgt. John "Soap" MacTavish in: TROUBLEMAKERS

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[awkward-fink]

Sleep Positions with Them. (I)

Price: - He lays on his back, one arm around your body, holding you securely to his side in a gentle but firm hold. - only wears sleep shorts and his dogtags to bed. His thighs are too thick for normal sleeping pants and he gets way too warm in those anyway. Also he loves that he can feel your skin on his when you tangle your legs with his own. - loves when you are draped half over him, your fingers curled into his chest hair, one hand of his covering yours. One of his fingers is laying on your pulse point, feeling the steady thrumm while his thumb lazily traces over your knuckles. - he doesnt need a blanket. And you dont either. He is a living furnace, even in winter you are always cosy warm.

Ghost: - curled around you, holding onto you tightly. - always sleeps closest to the door, its instinct, dont question it. - on bad nights he will sleep on top of you, his head firmly positioned on top of your chest, ear firmly pressed against the spot where your heart beats underneath layers of skin and flesh. Its his most favorite lullaby. - would sleep in his tactical gear if you hadnt forbidden it, so he wears a long shirt and long sleeping pants to bed. - will wake when you move or twitch and check if everything is alright before falling back to sleep - forget going to the loo in the middle of the night alone. What if you fall? Or stub your toe? And he isnt there to protect you from the corner of the shower? No way. He is sleepily stumbling right after you, only alert enough to fall into bed after you and curl around you, again. - only needs a light blanket when sleeping with you, because you are clingy (as if he is not!). And needs a weighted blanket on nights when you are away on business.

Soap: - no fixed sleeping position. He starfishes, noodles around, and planks on the bed. All at once. Though, he never pushes you out of the bed, again. Once was one time too many and the *Look* you gave him after that scared him for life. - falls asleep with you in his arms as the big spoon. wakes up in a double spiral, flat salto mortale with you on top of him, his legs wrapped around you like a monkey. And no one knows where the blankets have gone to! - would sleep naked but you wont allow it, on every night. He starts with a boxershort and a shirt and wakes up with one article of clothing missing. - is a sleep kisser. Kisses your fingers, your shoulders, your chest and if he is lucky, your mouth in his sleep. Also cant get enough contact. - loves when you card your hands through his hair when he had a bad day, or a nightmare. Calms him down real quick. If you speak gaelic, he will literally start drooling in his sleep - all the blankets and then no blankets - nights with Soap are wild. In more ways than one.

Gaz: - has a strict routine before coming to bed - loves to have you at his side when falling asleep, your head on his shoulder and his nose buried in your hair. Its calming for him. - sleeps like the dead. Or a stone. Or a field of stones. You could play hardcore metal with screeching violins and that man will only twitch a finger. - *has* to have contact with you while sleeping. Doesnt matter if its a hand, a foot, a leg or even your head, NEEDS contact. If there is no contact, he will wiggle in the bed to search for you, and he will be asleep while doing that - has a whoe ass pyjama, which looks like a suite or at least fitting together like those checkered Ones made out of cotton. Filthily comfy and wont let you burrow them. - Needs at least two blankets and you to rest in comfort. - Listen! Has the most wild dreams and will talk to you in his sleep, wont remember anything in the morning though

Bonus! Roach: - loves to sleep with you in the bed - has a blanket only for you, and a pillow and even wants you to sleep in his shirt. - you understand, that he can fall asleep better if he can have something smelling of you, when you are not with him - loves to curl his fingers around yours, watching you sleep, your legs tangled and your foreheads touching. - lazily signs one handed against the palm of your hand, silly little things, his feelings, sweet nothings, just wants to feel you. - has the best sleep when your breaths mingle, your hands intertwined, his leg hooked around yours. - loves to wake up and the first thing he sees is you. (has literal heart eyes!) - has one oversized blanket for you both to share - loves to kiss you lazily, lips just brushing over yours chastely until you both fall asleep. Holds one of your hands to his heart if he can get away with it - wears a very ol shirt and some old shorts to bed

[storytellering]

Torn apart. Inspired by Romeo and Juliet by Sergio Cupido

[selliho6530]

Whose lesbian-girlfriends are these?

[kayomin]

practiced drawing with non dominant hand

[helena-thessa]

In the shark hunting scene, it's beautifully subtle yet so starkly on display for us that Flint is the only one capable of committing real violence. It's Silver's idea, Silver hands him the harpoon, and certainly Silver is the one who holds onto the rope like his life depends on it. But Flint is the one who throws and spears the shark. Flint is the one who then knifes it dead.

Lest we forget that Flint's violence and Silver's scheming are the driving force of the narrative.

In case we didn't get the point made right beforehand when Silver failed as quartermaster to administer discipline over the stolen rations and Flint had to step in and do it for him, further straining his always tenuous captain-to-crew relations.

Before we delude ourselves into forgetting that Silver's aversion to real violence will inevitably put Flint directly into harm's way.

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[4me2knowandyou2wonder]

Hey COD writers, I just want you to know that in some army pants, there are holes at the top of the main pockets for breathability. What I’m trying to say here is that if *someone* stuck their hand inside *someone elses* pocket—as long as that someone else doesn’t have their shirt tucked in super deep—this person could touch the other’s stomach and maybe even their treasure trial.

That’s all, thank you for your time.

[hawkeyeslaughter]

the fact that radar clarifies to henry that pierce and mcintyre are hawkeye and trapper respectively despite that fact that henry almost always refers to them as pierce and mcintyre implies the fact that henry rarely remembers who has the last name pierce and who has the last name mcintyre , and the only explanation i can draw from that is that hawkeye fully just responds to the name ‘ mcintyre ‘ as though someone were talking to him and trapper does the same thing with the name ‘ pierce ‘ , therefore th

[ringosmistress]

[beedreamscape]

"See here? Yeah, this is the part where I hurt you."

[ryssbelle]

Broppy and Brozone but they're peoples

[drowningparty]

Every time I see a Kayne not covered in blood I get so confused like. who is she. that's not my beautiful wife.