#YOU THE BEST BACON

[lazyjellyfish300]

Tell me 5 things you adore about Shiu!! 💚💚

Omg Bacon HIIII!!! 😩💕🥰🥺🙂‍↕️ I love this question!!! Sorry for the delay I adore so many things about him... 🙂‍↕️💓 Let me get the soapbox... (All of these answers are self-ship coded☠️)

1. His voice. He has the most rich voice that soothes and arouses me at the same time. We have an arsenal of pet names for one another and I adore the way he says all of them. 🥰 But especially: dollface, angel, and darling. He never raises his voice at me and is so loving when he speaks to me, even if he's upset.

He amazes me with how well he can connect to people as a master communicator. He knows how to pour on the charm. 🥰 Something people don't know about him is he's so good with kids and speaks to them in silly voices 💕 and he often sings to me, which I'm extremely blessed to be the only one privy too for the most part. 🙂‍↕️

2. His intelligence. Shiu is such a smart man. He's strategic and composed and patient. He's a gambler but he knows his limits. He's amazing at strategic games like chess. I love listening to him speak and hear him take the time to explain things to me. He does so calmly and in a way that never makes me feel dumb. He's a sharp critical thinker and is demonstrative in his ability to see all sides of an issue which is a skill he's honed in his years as a detective. But the weight of the job and the burden of witnessing the corruption around him made him leave Korea and brought him to where he is today. However, he still operates with a sense of reason and justice that even if I don't understand it completely, my love for him overrides all of it, since his soul is what I fell in love with, not his job nor his past, nor his flaws. 💕

3. His eyes. Shiu has such a gorgeous pair of dark brown eyes that border on the color black, like a night without any stars. He loves to tell me that I have stars in mine. 💕 So I call him my starless night, forever seeking the cosmos embedded in mine.

4. His loyalty. I was so amazed when I found out that he's known Toji for over a decade, and helped take care of Megumi when he was a baby. I think to step up and take care of a child that is not your own says a lot about him, and his character that is so selfless and compassionate at his core. I see it also in his commitment in his marriage to me, to being a father to our children together, even his barber (hence why he won't ever let me do his hair or style his mustache) that man's loyalty knows no bounds. 🙂‍↕️💕

5. His love. I'm gonna get so sappy but the thing I love most about Shiu is his love. How he loves, and his ability to love so deeply. Despite his hardships, he remains soft to the ones he adores the most. His soul is rich and romantic and that's reflected in the indulgent way that he loves me. 💕

He's the most loving and devoted father. He's opened his heart not only to me, but to our sweet dog we adopted together, to him building a closer relationship with Megumi, and to my friends and family and anyone else I hold dear, simply because they mean a lot to me.

He amazes me every single day we are together with how his capacity to love only seems to get even stronger. He's awakened this ability within me to love so fiercely that I didn't know I possessed before. 💕 I consider us so bonded, both in mind and soul, and I adore him so very much. 💕

[chair002]

[hephaestn]

Ancient Empires — Episode 1: Alexander the Great

[sadaveniren]

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[threecheersmaka]

Guy who can't stop burning his knuckles on the flat top at work (me)

[didderd]

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My sister gave me some sour spray candy (I love sour candy) and it got me thinking "which Sans would just drink this instead of spraying it in their mouth?" and the answer I came up with is ofc Duck (or Mint), so I had to do a quick doodle. :>

(ADHD Sans belongs to gudulle_vinyls on tiktok.)

[soupmode0]

bacon sandwich :3

[vangoggles]

i didn't take any pics bcuz they turned out low-key kinda ugly, but next time you make boxed pancakes, slice some apples really thin and toss the slices with cinnamon, then when you pour the batter into the pan top each flapjack with some apple slices.

if you want them to be pretty maybe arrange five apple slices into a flower shape, like petals. you could probably even do rings, or use a cookie cutter

then once the batter bubbles up around the edges of the apples and the sides of the pancake are starting to dry out, flip the pancake and cook the apple side until they're golden and starting to turn brown

serve with maple syrup

[cantevenbeachhere]

Best donut I ever had was maple bacon. But the apple cider ones come pretty close!

~gk

Ohhhhhhhhh maple bacon? Dude, that’s a really interesting flavor! I’m imagining pancakes and bacon in a donut with that one.

And the apple cider ones sound really good too! Very autumn. Like I’d eat those with like a caramel coffee in the mornings, and I wanna see leaves changing colors. @gender-kenvy

Fun donut flavors? 🍩

[dragontammerz]

Y’all, who here saves their bacon grease to be used later?

[bueris]

I'm chippenham pitstop's number one fan if no one goes there assume I'm dead. I love you chippenham pitstop

[nero-neptune]

actually, there's no need for an updated "we didn't start the fire", or a modern version of the song that follows its structure beat-for-beat. "summer girls" by lfo is like the spiritual successor to "we didn't start the fire", but it's a terrible 90s love song, so no one's ever gonna be ready for that conversation

[nomaishuttle]

on a semi related note there r like 2 specific times i remember expecting one of my safe foods and getting something entirely different and being SO insanely upset abt it even though the thing i got still tasted good

[dreadsuitsamus]

A - I love you.

C - I love your blog.

D - You’re cute.

E - You’re nice.

I - I’m your secret admirer.

J - I love the way you express yourself.

K - You’re too beautiful.

N - You’re too popular.

O - You’re tumblr famous.

P - Awesome blog.

Q - I’m in love with you.

S - If I knew you more I’d probably be in love with you.

W - You’re funny.

ALL OF THESE! <33333

I LOVE YOU BACON!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰

[ragnars-tooth]

On fire world rn and I'm losing my shit over Eliza going "david, he killed a man fucking around with time rifts and abandoned us bc he felt kind of bad about it 🤨"

(^eliza, pictured)

[luvvictoria]

I've been thinking abt a poly!tf141 with a fem!reader who like is from the country side AND I'M CRACKING, OH LAWD!!!

Task Force 141 had seen you kill a man from 700 meters away. They had seen you tear through enemy lines with the precision of a seasoned warrior, your movements deadly and efficient. But what they hadn't seen���what they couldn’t wrap their heads around—was the life you returned to after every mission.

Because while Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz spent their leave in safe houses, military bases, or the occasional urban apartment, you?

You went home.

To the countryside.

To your massive, luxurious farmhouse nestled in the hills of a quiet village, where the air smelled of fresh hay, wildflowers, and the occasional whiff of cow.

And when TF141 finally visited, they were not prepared.

The First Time They Saw the Farm : "What the fuck—" Ghost had been the first to say it when you pulled up to your estate in an old pickup truck, the gravel crunching beneath the tires as you parked in front of a sprawling wooden house with a red-tiled roof.

There were animals everywhere.

A massive black and white cow lazily chewed its cud near the wooden fence. Chickens and roosters strutted about like they owned the place. A gray donkey stared at them with judgmental eyes. Two ducks waddled past as if they were on a mission. Dogs barked excitedly at the sight of you, tails wagging. A cat lounged on the porch, stretching in the warm sun.

And then—a fucking horse trotted up to you, nuzzling into your palm like a puppy.

"Price," Gaz whispered. "She has a fucking farm."

"A fancy one at that," Soap muttered, still stunned.

"You lot gonna stand there all day?" You grinned, tossing your duffel bag over your shoulder. "Come on in. Dinner’s almost ready."

They were bewildered. They had spent years with you, fighting side by side, seeing you covered in blood, sweat, and gunpowder—and now you were leading them up the front porch of your cozy countryside mansion like a perfect little housewife.

And the worst part? They liked it.

You, The Deadly Soldier and The Perfect Housewife

Soap had expected you to relax on your leave. Maybe sleep in, drink some tea, read a book.

But no.

You were up at the crack of dawn, slipping out of bed before any of them could pull you back in, dressed in overalls and a white tank top, heading out to feed the animals like it was just another mission.

"Morning, sweetheart," Price murmured, leaning against the doorway as he watched you toss hay to the horses.

"Morning, Captain," you teased, kissing his scruffy cheek before moving on to collect eggs from the hens.

Ghost watched in silence, arms crossed, as you scolded a particularly feisty rooster. "You peck me one more time, and I swear to God, I’m making soup outta you."

Gaz almost choked on his coffee when you turned around and gave them the sweetest, most innocent smile.

"You boys want breakfast?"

Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting at a massive wooden table in your warm, sunlit kitchen, eating fresh farm eggs, homemade bread, and smoked bacon.

And Soap was ready to propose.

Domesticity With a Side of Chaos

Price: Loves sitting on the porch with a cigar, watching you work. He helps with repairs, fixes fences, and absolutely adores the peacefulness of your home.

Ghost: The animals are terrified of him at first (except the donkey—the donkey hates him). But the barn cats adopt him, curling up in his lap whenever he sits down.

Soap: Thinks farm life is the best thing ever. He learns how to milk a cow, names every single chicken, and gets way too attached to a piglet.

Gaz: "Babe, I love you, but this rooster is evil." (He got chased one too many times.)

And at night?

After a long day of farm work, you slip into something soft and lacy, curl up in their arms, and remind them that you’re not just a soldier, not just a farmer—you’re theirs.

They Never Want to Leave

By the end of their stay, not a single one of them wants to go back.

"You sure we have to leave?" Soap pouts, feeding the ducks.

"Darlin’," Price murmurs against your neck one night, arms wrapped around you in bed, "Ever thought about retirin’ here? With us?"

Ghost doesn’t say it out loud, but when he watches you laugh, your hands covered in flour as you bake bread, he knows he never wants to be anywhere else.

And Gaz?

He just sighs, watching the sunset over the hills. "I never thought I’d say this, but…I think I’m in love with farm life."

They were all in love. With you. With this. With the life they could have, if only they stayed.

Maybe one day.

For now, they’d enjoy every stolen moment in their countsyde paradise. But what if we make thing spicy ? A little bit, at least.

Ghost Was The First To Break

Ghost had held strong. Longer than the others.

While Soap got weak-kneed watching you bend over to pick up hay, and while Gaz couldn’t stop staring at your thighs in those tiny denim shorts, Ghost had kept his cool.

Until that damn sundress.

White. Light. Flowy. Just enough fabric to tempt, but never satisfy—clinging to your curves, slipping off your shoulders as you carried a bucket of water to the horses.

He had been cleaning his rifle on the porch, but his grip tightened the moment he saw the fabric sway with your every step.

And then?

You had the audacity to look over your shoulder and wink at him.

He dropped the rifle.

Soap Lost It In The Barn

Soap had always been shameless about his attraction to you.

But you?

You were even worse.

It was an accident—(was it?)—when you walked into the barn one night, looking for something. The others were inside, drinking whiskey in the house, but Soap had been alone, brushing down one of your horses.

And then he saw you.

Wet.

Covered in rain.

Your thin white blouse clung to you, completely see-through, nipples pebbled against the fabric.

"Lass," he had rasped, watching as you closed the barn door behind you, stepping forward, voice all honeyed and sweet.

"Johnny," you had purred, voice dripping with something that wasn’t innocence, "I’m cold."

He snapped.

The horse had seen things that night.

Price Was The Most Dangerous

Price was a man of control.

A man of restraint.

A man who knew how to bide his time.

But you?

You tested him.

You liked to push. You liked to see how far you could go before he gave in.

And God help you—you found his limit.

It was late. The others were asleep. You were making tea in the kitchen, standing on your tiptoes to reach a mug from the top shelf.

Price had walked in just as your nightgown slipped up your thighs.

It wasn’t fair.

The soft, white cotton. The little lace trim. The way your bare legs looked so smooth, so inviting—and the sleepy way you turned, so unaware of what you were doing to him.

You looked up at him, mug in hand, and smiled. "You want some tea, Cap?"

And then—his hands were on your hips.

Voice rough.

"You know damn well what I want, sweetheart."

Gaz Had It The Worst

Gaz?

Gaz was a goner the first time he saw you in nothing but boots and his shirt.

You had come in from the field soaked in sweat, hair messy, thighs speckled with dirt. You had tossed your muddy clothes into the laundry room, grabbed his green tactical shirt, and walked around the house like it wasn’t driving him insane.

"Babe," he groaned, rubbing a hand down his face, watching you stretch, the hem of his shirt riding up to dangerous levels.

You blinked. All innocent. "What’s wrong?"

Gaz was a patient man. A respectful man. A man who was about to lose his goddamn mind.

"Come here."

You smirked, walking over slowly, pressing your hands to his chest.

"You’re so easy to rile up," you giggled.

His hand wrapped around your throat.

"And you’re about to learn what happens when you push too far."