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“hello there!” he held two cups of coffee ready.
-@captain-44-curly
Oh? Hello, other me. How are things going for you?
[He gave the other a polite, weary smile.]
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#artists on tumblr#paint tool sai#fanart#indie games#dithering#mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#captain curly#wrong organ#mouthwashing fanart#mouthwashing curly#oh captain my captain
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AN-TI-BO-DIES
#captain kirk u were so silly for that o7#now go save spock#star trek#star trek tos#star trek tos fanart#star trek fanart#captain kirk#jim kirk#james t kirk#leonard mccoy#doctor mccoy#leonard bones mccoy#the immunity syndrome#forcing u to deal with crunchy gif#im the artist if i say its part of the vision then its part of the vision#ive had more ideas for goofy little animations for months but i get impatient with everything past rough animation so#we will see if i finish any lmao#i’m an animator and i never post any goddamn animation lmao
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girlies who love ghost will be like “and then he puts his cock in your cunt and it feels good” and price girlies will be like “the cataclysmic avalanche of primal lust which hath consumed you both, flesh rendered asunder, as he bares his teeth and the man burns away to reveal a beast, your desire aching like saccharine sweets to sensitive teeth, and the evidence of it oozes from you like ichor, pearlescent and impure” and I love that for both of us
#captain price x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#captain john price#captain john price x reader#john price x reader#price x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#I AM SAYING THIS WITH LOVE#ghost girlies are amazing bc they are just like BE A DOG IN IT#and price girlies are like be a dog in it (but make it poetry)#I love us
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I HAD TO AND IM NOT SORRY 😂😂
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Based on this tweet by @TheBetterCaptin 🤣
#mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#mouthwashing jimmy#jimmy#polle#polle says#polle the pony#mothwashing polle#polle mouthwashing#pommy#curly#captain curly#can’t get any more cursed than this#or can it#👀#hasana art
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I remember discussing Tintin casting choices with a friend from Germany and remarked how it was odd he often has an English accent in adaptations rather than a Belgian one, and my friend just replied "that's because Tintin gives incredibly strong English boy energy (derogatory)"
Here in the UK there's a lot of weird classism tied into accents. Today accent diversity and representation in broadcasting is actively pursued but in Tintin's time there certainly was a preferred accent to have.
imagine this exchange happens between pages 28-29 in The Crab with the Golden Claws
#tintin#adventures of tintin#comic#captain haddock#archibald haddock#snowy#milou#fanart#the crab with the golden claws#i remember tintin crafting a trumpet to communicate with an elephant#and he remarks he must get the accent correct#very odd scenario but it shows he would be a stickler for that sort of thing#i also have to say accents do not indicate how smart someone is#a lot of pundits use an english accent to sound more credible#but i have to say there are a lot of fucking idiots here#me included#thank you 2011 film for validating my scottish haddock headcanon#any french speakers who have read to this point i wonder what your hcs are for his french speaking accent
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you lock the 141 outside your house (I know my rights tiktok)
pairing: task force 141 (ghost, gaz, price, soap) x american!female reader
synopsis: you lock them out of your (their?) house, claiming you "know your rights." based on a tiktok trend with soldiers.
warnings: none just fluff and humor :)))
a/n: I wrote this in like an hour and I think it's the funniest thing EVER thanks
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Ghost:
You watch as your boyfriend gets out of his truck in the driveway. He grabs his bag from the passenger seat and makes his way to the front door, a smile twitching under his mask at the sight of you waiting for him.
Just as he steps to the porch, you close the door and lock it. “I know my third amendment rights!”
Ghost stops at the door, dropping his bag. Rights? What were you talking about? “Your what?”
“No Soldier shall, in time of peace, be quartered in any house without the consent of the owner,” You reply, reading off your phone.
Ghost sighs. Third amendment? Of course, the one American he dates is the one that has them all memorized. You could probably recite them in your sleep. Patriotism, or whatever. Which makes zero sense. You were living with him in Manchester. If all went well and you got married, he was making sure he changed your status to British.
“You fucking Americans.” He grabs the key from his bag, going to unlock the door only to find you locking it. “Are you serious?”
You show your phone at him through the glass, the third amendment displayed on a Google search. He stares back at you from his mask, unamused. “Bloody hell, woman,” he mutters.
You giggle from behind the door and give him a few more minutes before going to unlock it. You knew Simon’s limits. You only needed a few seconds of fun anyway, but by the time you unlock it, he’s gone.
“Simon?” You call out, poking your head out the door and checking around the house. His truck was still there, so he didn’t turn back around. You don’t see any movements or even hear anything. Was he picked up by aliens?
A thud sounds from behind you, and you yelp, shutting the door and turning around.
Simon stands in front of you, arms crossed and his duffel bag on the floor.
“What the hell?” You said, looking him up and down.
“I should be asking you that,” He retorts. “You should really lock your windows, love.”
“Are you… did you climb through one?”
“You locked me out.”
“I went to unlock it!”
“Third amendment rights, my arse.” He grabs your waist, pulling you towards him. “We’re in England.”
You shrug, tracing up his arm. “Thought it was funny.”
Simon just sighs. “Americans.”
Gaz:
“Oh, hell no!” You exclaim as Gaz approaches the door. “I know my third amendment rights.” The lock clicks.
“No fucking way,” Gaz said, strolling up to the glass storm door.
“No soldiers in this home.”
He stares at you, his hands on his hips and that signature scowl on his face. There was no way he was coming home to this bullshit right now. “Open the door.”
“No quartering soldiers without my permission,” You replied.
Gaz rolls his eyes. Your home? He was pretty sure his name was on the mortgage, even if you were living in it 90% of the time. “I own the fucking property! I live here. You’re the guest.”
You shrug, grinning. “Not anymore.”
He runs a hand down his face. Sometimes just sometimes he regrets finding your stubbornness so damn attractive. “I’m going to crash out, actually.”
“Crash outside? Yeah.”
“Let me in!” He shouts, grabbing the door handle and jiggling it.
“No!” You shout back, holding onto it and preventing him from entering without your permission.
Gaz leans against the glass. “Remind me why I chose to date an American?”
You smile at him. “Because we’re funny, and we have better Chinese food.”
He glares at you, trying to unlock the door again. He groans when there’s no avail. “Babe!”
You say nothing, finding his annoyance quite amusing and a change of pace for once.
And then he actually crashes out, grabbing the handle and pulling, twisting, pounding at it. He yells a string of curse words and then starts banging on the doorframe. He gives up, frowning, and leans his forehead on the glass. “Please?”
You unlock it. “Thought you’d never ask.”
He storms inside, throwing you over his shoulder. “You are so in for it.”
“I like where this is going,” You giggle as he throws you on the couch.
He raises a brow, hands coming to your waist. “Yeah?” He starts tickling you. You yelp, laughing under him and trying to push away.
Gaz doesn’t relent and continues tickling you even after you’ve pleaded with him to stop. “You lock me out of my fucking claim it’s your right,” He mutters. “Consider this my very reasonable punishment.”
Soap:
“I know my rights!” You shout, watching Soap approach the door.
He stops in his tracks, tilting his head. He had no idea what you said. The poor guy could barely hear from all the bombs going on around him, and you shout through a door? Good plan. “What are you on about?” He asked.
“There will be no soldiers in my home!” You close the glass door and lock it.
He approaches the front door, staring at you through the glass. His expression is clueless, brows furrowed. “You mean our home?” He knocks on the glass. “Can I come in?”
“Nope!”
He frowns. “Why?”
“Third amendment.”
“Amendment?” He scoffs. What the hell are you talking about? Is this what he gets for dating an American? You start proclaiming your rights? What’s next, the pledge of allegiance? “Are you taking the piss? Does this look like the land of the free?”
You giggle at him, his accent thickening with his frustration. “I’m still an American!”
“Trust me, I know! Can I please come inside?”
“No soldiers allowed.” You tape up a piece of paper displaying those words.
Soap continues frowning at you and realizes he isn’t going to be let in anytime soon. It’s a good thing he knew how to easily change that. Americans and their rights. More like Americans and their feelings. He sits down on the porch steps, facing away from you, rests his chin in his hand, and sighs loudly.
You don’t budge.
He sighs again, kicking his boots on the porch, turning back at you with sad eyes. Still nothing. He concludes there was one last option to get you to let him in. He grabs his phone, and you watch with furrowed brows as he types something in. Suddenly, music is blasting from his phone as he looks at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. Not just any music, but the sad hamster violin music.
“Oh my god.” You unlock the door, opening it up to him. “You’re such a baby.”
He practically skips inside, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Your baby.”
Price:
Your husband stands on the porch, rolling his eyes at you.
“I know my rights!” You shout at him through the window.
“Do you, now?” He asked, playing along with your prank or whatever this was. If it brought you this much amusement to lock him out, he might as well indulge in it. That was the kind of man he was. Until he started freezing of course, then he would demand you let him in.
You nod your head. “As an American, amendment 3 of the Bill of Rights says that I don’t have to house you if I don’t want to.”
Price hums. At least they taught you something in American schools. “Does that extend when you’re in another country?”
“It does to me.”
He huffs, grabbing something from his pocket and displaying it to you. “You know I have a house key, yes?”
“I’ll just lock it again.”
He tilts his head at you. You were really trying to sell whatever rights you thought you had. “Really?”
“I’m taking this very seriously.”
Price strokes his beard. “I can see that.” An idea pops into his head, and he steps away from the glass and in front of the door. You didn’t want to let him in? That’s fine. You wanted to lock the door? No problem. He’s got methods of entering from being in the military, after all. “Guess I’ll just have to kick down the door.” He raises his foot, fully intent on doing it. You were going to repaint the door anyway, might as well get a new one.
You swing open the door. “Are you crazy?”
He strolls past you. “Did I lock you outside our home? Besides, crazy would’ve been bombing the house.”
Your lips parted, unsure if he was joking. You assume he is, but his expression says otherwise. “Are you being serious?”
He laughs at your face, grabbing your hand. “Only if you start proclaiming your rights again.”
You put your hands up. “What rights? Suddenly, I’m feeling like this soldier can stay as long as he likes.”
Price presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thought so.”
#guys please say im funny#i think this is funny#cod#call of duty#tf 141#tf 141 x reader#tf 141 x you#141 x reader#cod 141#captain john price#john price#john price x reader#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#kyle garrick x reader#gaz x reader#john soap mactavish#soap x reader#john mactavish#john mactavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish#johnny mactavish#johnathan price#Simon Riley x you#kyle garrick x you#Kyle Garrick cod
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This was my very first action my very first time playing dnd
Player: I'd like to look around the room, see what I can notice.
DM: Roll for investigation, please.
Player: ...Total of 0.
DM: You notice that the room has a floor.
#shit my players say#submission#shareable#dnd#rpg#clearly the dice hate you#thank you captain obvious
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#captains orders#gifs#a little beast of sorts he is#original post:#god i hate getting dick#(dick was a typo. it was meant to say sick)
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hey. what if our souls were so intertwined that time itself twisted - and the fabric of reality ripped itself apart - just to allow us to walk into the next life together hand in hand. what then
#spirk#star trek unification#star trek#holy fucking shit#spock#captain kirk#k/s#kirk x spock#the premise#i am. how do you say this. losing my motherfucking shit
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mask off.
early access + nsfw on patreon
#back to the present!#the most important takeaway from this is clearly that the sound of music is canon.#also because i feel like its hard to convey tone sometimes#ghost's being sarcastic when he says “you play favourites”#just poking fun at price so he can “regain ground” in their verbal sparring match#simon ghost riley#captain john price#monster 141 au#giragi art
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Happt american thanksgiving Captain!
I bought you all some extra food supplies for the holidays! Mainly instant stuff but its something!
P.S - i hate this company- I don't regret it, but I made a large dent in my bank account for yall-
@pony-express-official
Thank you!
That's.. A lot of stuff. I'm not even sure where to put it. I'll see if there's enough space in the cargo hold for it.
How.. How much money did you spend on this?- I hope it's not an absurdly large amount.
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Skibidi gyatgya among us crew
#mouthwashing#mouthwashing daisuke#daisuke#anya mouthwashing#anya#swansea mouthwashing#swansea#curly mouthwashing#captain curly#IHATEIBISSMRAHH#im gonna explode#who is jimmy#polle says “kms”#fanart
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I know 0 things about Rugby but I had to put Price in situations after reading this fic by @on-a-lucky-tide , the man was made for tiny shorts, come on
#cod#john price#captain price#captain john price#call of duty#I can't be stopped#the blood THE BLOOOOOOD#all I want is to see big hairy men fight with blood on their faces what can I say#I hope the shorts are slutty enough#there are more scenes from this fic I want to illustrate but I'm a slow artist AAAAAA#anyway enjoy this lads and go read the fic it's brillant#my art#tw blood
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Price: You watch your backs.
Price: Alright?
#that one scene in mw3#dad says no kissing#this is a very chonky Ghost I drew and I love it#is it bcuz of the new brush#maybe#watch my style change again aksjdhaskdjha#gummmyart#doodle#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#captain john price#captain john#john price#soapghost#ghostsoap#cod mw3#cod mw3 fanart
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✨ Maritime Memory ✨
A belated illustration for 'the end' of Splatoon 1.
It was a very difficult piece to work on, but I'm glad I pushed through and finished it.
Realising how much you changed throught time. Mourning what used to be, your memories, your hapiness.
Thank you Splatoon 1.
#my art#fanart#splatoon#splatoon 3#captain 3#agent 3#art#artist on tumblr#to memories#to love#I'll hold on those#and mourn#and kindly say farewell as well
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