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Unlike the other men who'd text you back if you tell them you're leaving and want a divorce, Price won't respond. Oh, no, honey, that's not his style.
You think you're in the clear, crossing your t's, dotting your i's, and setting your new place up. You'd always love your Jack but it was time to move on, and move on you did.
It wasn't until you woke up one morning to the smell ofâwait. Wait a fucking minuteâwhat the fuckâwho... who the fuck is in your kitchen?! And just like that, peace turned to fear and apprehension. You stumbled out of your bedroom to see Price cooking up your favorite breakfast. How did heâ?
"Sit down, sweetheart." Your husband didn't turn away from the stove once.
You were too stunned to do anything else.
Price set breakfast out in front of you with your favorite drink in towâjust like you like it. You began to eat but everything felt heavy and it was hard to swallow.
And then Price lit a cigar, took a few puffs, looked at you, and smiled his disarmingly charming smile, cheeks big and everything.
"We need to talk, darling."
#never do this in real life. like EVER.#also: Jack is a common nickname for John. keep this in mind whenever you see me refer to Price as Jack or Jackie.#2queued4u.#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty modern divorcefare.#captain john price#captain john price x you#captain john price x reader#john price x reader#john price x you#cod x reader#cod x you#call of duty x reader#call of duty x you#x black reader#x poc reader#x plus size reader#task force 141
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Like when I talk about the level of negligence here, please understand.
These are a group of the most obnoxiously privileged people in the universe, who paid obscene amounts of money for the sole purpose of gawking at a mass fucking grave and acting like this made them Awesome Explorers Who Did Totally Real Science while gushing about how itâs just like a movie with zero respect or reverence for the reality of what they were seeing. Just for the cool factor.
So when I say that the level of arrogant disregard for their safety on the part of the company that knowingly, willingly sent them down there in unsafe and unrated death cannisters while lying to them about it is so egregious that the entitled billionaire pricks who fucked around and found out have my complete and total sympathy as victims?
Itâs that bad. Itâs very, very fucking bad.
#in any other circumstances I would not care about rich fucks experiencing the consequences of their arrogance#but this is just#this is horrific#this did not have to happen#literally anyone with common sense could have told them this would happen#many did and were ignored#but the thing is#even over-wealthy entitled pricks with the brains that god gave rocks#have the right to have the people who are RESPONSIBLE FOR THEIR SAFETY be held accountable#this insane sub company had a duty of care and they FUCKED it#it's not about deserving it's about basic ethics and morality
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One of my biggest pet peeves is the justice league being labelled as " The Avengers of DC" and its like. No? The avengers are law enforcement. The Justice League are volunteers
#its like -- captain america is the staple of US military and Superman is a public servant#the one avenger member who has no bounds or legal obligation is tony and its bc hes rich. you could argue that he actually lost#autonomy when shield recruited him because like. protection isn't necessary tied to 'good.' the avengers protect the planet bc sure#its what they believe in and feel like its their duty and yada yada but ultimately they're self serving and most of their#help is accidental. i say most of bc we've seen they abstain from getting involved unless they have a common interest#with dc its like. you have these people in a position of privilege (having superpowers -- which gives them a spot of advantage to ppl who#dont have it) who do the right thing because they WANT TO. and they can stop at any time because nothing stops them.#they COULD say 'yeah you're on your own. we don't really care anymore. duces!' but they Dont.#because through its many flaws dc realizes that goodness isn't only a choice -- its a responsibility#theres probably better ways to say this but. alas#batman#superman#wonder woman#green arrow#aquaman#the justice league#tjl#justice league#dc#dc comics#text#text post
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Be awake!
(A short story about common sense and civil courage.)
Young law students are gathered in a lecture room of their university.
Ready to learn their first lesson - and it's gonna be a true life lesson.
The professor enters and takes a look around.
"You there, second desk. Blue jacket. What is your name?" he asks a student.
"My name is Alexis."
"Please leave my lecture room. I don't want to see you at one of my lectures ever again."
Everyone is quiet.
The student is irritated.
"I don't understand."
"I am not going to ask a second time. Thank you."
The student packs her things, gets up silently and leaves the hall.
The other students are speechless too.
Quite shaken not to say shocked.
They stare at the professor who looks at them attentively.
"Why are there laws?" he asks the group.
Still, nobody dares to speak.
Everyone looks at the others.
"What are laws for?" the professor asks again.
"Social order." someone says hesitantly.
"To protect a person's personal rights." Another student says.
A third replies.
"So that you can rely on the state."
The professor is not satisfied.
"Justice!" calls out a student.
The professor gives her a warm, encouraging smile.
"Thank you very much. Did I behave unfairly towards your classmate earlier?"
Everyone nods.
"Indeed I did. Why didn't anyone protest?
Why didn't any of you try to stop me?
Why didn't you want to prevent this injustice?" he asks.
Silence.
"What you just learned you wouldn't have understood in 1,000 hours of lectures if you hadn't lived it.
You didn't say anything just because you weren't affected yourself.
This attitude speaks against you and against life. You think as long as it doesn't concern you, it's none of your business.
I'm telling you, if you don't say anything today and don't bring about justice, then one day you too will experience injustice and no one will stand before you.
Justice lives through us all.
We have to fight for it. In life and at work, we often live next to each other instead of with each other.
We console ourselves that the problems of others are none of our business.
We go home and are glad that we were spared. But it's also about standing up for others.
Every day an injustice happens in business, in sports or on the tram.
Relying on someone to sort it out is not enough. It is our duty to be there for others.
Speaking for others when they cannot.
I am here to teach you the power of your voice.
I want you to learn criticial thinking
to empower you to stand up for what is right even if it means going against what everyone else is doing.
Let's begin."
Based upon a post by Joerg Storm and a short film by Chiara Gizzi.
#thought or the day#thought of today#joerg storm#chiara gizzi#in the light of certain events#lessons#life lessons#common sense#civil courage#civic duty#justice#injustice#law#law and order#social order#rights#civil rights#equality#fairness#unfairness#duties#business#mind your business#not my business#look and see#watch out#be awake#what if#wokeness
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Retired domestic Ghoap where their first argument outside of work is over the layout of their garden, which way the toilet paper goes, or who should take out the trash this week because they both forgot whose turn it is
#They face a common enemy when their neighbor criticizes the tacky fake skeleton on their porch#Soap will still insist that the toilet paper goes over though#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ghoap#soapghost#ghostsoap#call of duty#cod#lemonwrap writes
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What are you still doing here ? The shop is gonna close soon. (Come closer)
#chilaios#chilchuck tims#laios thorden#dont mind me feeding the troops#(manga spoilers) anyone thinks about laios dressing up like the common guy he used to be instead of what duty demands of him#and coming to visit chil's lockpick store at hours where he'll lessen the risk of being recognized (or bringing gossip to chil's workplace)#haha ok. okay#just cooking my stew (art tag)#image described in alt text
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I'm pegging Commander Graves and NO ONE can stop me so here's a little blurb
NSFW Under the Cut - MDNI 18+
TW for: Mild choking, roughness, and that general sort of nastiness. All of this is CONSENSUAL (duh)
Please keep in mind for scenes like this, all things should be negotiated prior with any respective partners! Safe sex practice matters and so does communication
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The scene laid in front of you might as well have been a sculpture carved out of the finest marble. On the silk fitted sheets lay none other than the commander of the Shadow Company itself, a glistening layer of sweat sheened off of his tense form. Dark blond locks lay dampened against his forehead, slicked and tangled from your fingers and his alike raking through them.
His lips curled back into a half there noise, showing off the sharpness of his pearly whites as yet another shudder racked his form. For the better part of the hour, you'd been relentlessly teasing him. A hand on his thigh skimmed up, up, up so close to the throbbing hardness that leaked pearlescent drops from where it curved over onto his abdomen and the neatened happy trail there. Yet every time when his hips shifted upwards in a silent plea and his eyes rolled back the smallest bit, back arching so prettily, you guided your touch away once more.
To make matters worse for him, or better for you, you had him quite full of yourself. Literally. It's better than being full of himself and his attitude, as per usual. That's how you always reasoned it. Having something nestled inside of him in the most intimate way always served as a good attitude adjuster which was much needed when dealing with someone like Phillip. And what better way to do it than to warm him up, nice and slow, and get him properly acquainted with his favorite toy?
Much to his frustration, however, you didn't move. You kept him settled against the sheets, your length unmoving in him as you traced along his form, drawing invisible patterns only you could see. This time as your fingers diverted, skimming across the scar on his hip once more, a noise half akin to a whine left his lips as his eyes fluttered opened. In what must've been his best attempt at a glare, he exhaled a noisy huff, his nose crinkling as his head thumped against the pillow.
"C'mon, now you're just being a cruel bit-" He sneered, though his words caught in his throat when you grasped his shaft firm, circling your fingers tight around his base.
His eyes fully rolled back, a choked gasp leaving his lips when you squeezed your hand around it even tighter. Fingers clawed at the sheets, tangling them in his grasp as all planes of his muscles tensed again, his stomach sucking in as he tried bucking his hips. Your other hand held him firm, halting the motion as you shoved him back into the mattress, pinning his abdomen with your forearm.
"Phillip." You tutted with a click of your tongue, your eyes narrowing right back, "I thought I taught you better manners than that."
Whatever glare or venomous expression he tried to muster back melted off of his face when you delivered yet another squeeze to the base of his cock, feeling how it twitched in response. No matter how he protested or how his brows knit together, there's no denying just how much he liked it when his excitement practically wept for attention. You're sure if you kept it up, he might just follow suit.
Releasing his cock, you laid it on his abdomen as you raked your nails up his side, just enough to leave angry, red lines highlighted over the slight tan of his supple flesh. A violent shiver danced down his spine as his back arched once more, head tossing back against the pillows as his pretty lips parted in yet another silent noise. Your other hand moved to rest beside his head, dropping to your forearm as you removed your weight and touch alike from him and braced, causing the bed to shift with another creak.
Tracing up and across his ribs, you splayed your hand over his sternum, keeping him pinned to the mattress. The tackiness of his pre-spend mixed with the droplets of perspiration beading like fresh drops of dew as you rested it there. Subtle curls of his paler chest hair swirled in mused whorls that you further teased with a single finger, dancing around the area right above his rapidly beating heart. Every shuddering breath, every quavering beat of his heart, resonated through your fingertips, right to your very core.
The healthy flush dappling his cheeks and chest alike might soon match the redness of the sheets he insisted upon if you kept it up. That thought brought a smirk to your lips once more, for once meeting no immediate comment from Graves as he kept his eyes squinted closed for another two moments more as he took in shuddering breaths.
When he opened them with tepid languidness, his vision hazy, those normally so wicked sky blue eyes of his scarcely had much focus. His throat bobbed as he closed his mouth, swallowing with a shaky exhale. The contemplation that shone in his eyes was palpable as he studied you, his fingers clenching and unclenching in the sheets as the gears in his pleasure addled brain turned on a slow speed in the hazy heat you had built between you.
Licking his lips, he couldn't hide the tremble in his Texan drawl as he spoke once more, "And I... Thought... you knew better than to tease me." He challenged, his nostrils flaring as he canted his hips up, trying to find friction on the nothingness that now graced his lower body.
Ever the brat, he stubbornly refused to break eye contact as he arched his back and hips once more, a ridiculously pleased, self-satisfied noise leaving his lips as he felt the girth of the silicon stretching the sensitive furl of his hole open rub against his walls once more. He didn't hide how his teeth sunk into his lower lip nor how he shuddered in delight.
With a sigh, you eased your hips forwards, drawing his corded thighs over your hips once more as you settled yourself firm against him, bottoming out fully. A satisfied hum echoed from his chest as his toes curled, head lolling to the side as he exhaled a harsh breath through his nose.
Your movements kept still in response for a long, few moments. The silence that stretched between you was anything but comfortable, yet his mind clearly was elsewhere - likely on the stretch of the toy instead. As bratty as he was, he always made for a lovely sight as he lay there like the king himself, pleasure highlighted from the flutter of his pale lashes to the twitching of his cock and flexing of his abs as he breathed in deep breaths, savoring the feeling inside and out.
"You want it that bad?" You spoke after a few, long moments when he attempted to rock his hips once more, only being met with yours cemented in place, refusing to allow him that leeway.
A verbal answer wasn't something you expected, or ever got unless you made him sit there and use his words for a new scene or something you explicitly demanded clear consent for. Phillip wasn't ever one to say things like 'yes' or 'please', no. He's one who expected anything you gave towards him, as if he were entitled to every moment of his pleasure and yours alike.
So it wasn't a surprise when he didn't nod nor did he utter yes, he simply sighed once again, lifting his head to glare at you as he tried to rock his hips down and back in vain, trying to chase the elusive pleasure that evaded him so.
"No." Came the simple command as you lowered your voice to a hiss, something he paid no heed to as he tried yet again.
The hand that had braced on his chest at once snaked up to the base of his throat, circling around the flat of it as you splayed your hand across. An immediate intake of breath and a whole body shudder as he froze was exactly the response you'd been hoping for.
Those pretty blue eyes slid open, dilated pupils nearly drowning out the color as he peered up at you through his lashes, his tongue darting along his canines as he held still. The rise and fall of his chest matched the quickened beating of his heart as his soft, shallower breaths left him in visibly excited puffs. His hands trembled in the sheets as he held himself as still as he could, his gaze unable to leave yours as you leaned down.
"You want it that bad, huh?" You breathed as you arched an amused brow, the leering grin dancing on your lips anything but kind or welcoming.
"You want it that bad that you're going to act like a damn brat?" You repeated, this time moving your hips back in a drag slow enough for him to feel every ridge and bump of the toy as it tugged him open yet left him empty all the same.
A pathetic, keening noise graced your ears as he clenched down hard enough for you to feel the resistant tug of his body as you eased yet another inch out, the violent shudder of his form breaking the near motionless trance that held him taught. "No, no, don't. I've been so good, don't baby-" He babbled in a single breath as his body swayed with the motion, desperate to not let you deny him any further or the delicious fullness he craved.
"Quiet." You snapped, bucking your hips forward enough to force the length back into him just as he seemed to beg for in a fluid motion that knocked the air from his lungs (and yet another noise to boot).
His back arched off the bed, throat bared as he twisted and writhed, teeth sinking so hard into his bottom lip you're sure it would draw blood. "Yes, fuck, that's it. Give me-"
Your grasp on his throat tightened once more, cutting him off as yet another roll of your hips punched a breathy moan from his lungs, draining him of most of his breath. "I said, quiet." You emphasized with further pressure on the thin skin that he had bared for you moments prior.
The bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed met the warmth of your palm as you lightened your grasp. Any mercy in the gesture was short lived as you ground your length into him, letting him really feel how his favored toy rubbed against his walls in a way that truly stole his breath.
"Seems you have a listening problem, sweetheart." You breathed as you lowered your head, your lips skimming across his in a silent promise uttered in a way he could feel as you punctuated every syllable with yet another slow grind.
How you wish you could've capture the way he shivered in delight at the promise, the first whimper of the night escaping him as you finally brushed his sweet spot, his eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy as his back arched and toes curled. "Let's see if we can fix that... " You whispered as you traced your nose along his cheek, nuzzling into his temple as your lips graced his ear.
While it might be the first lesson of the night, it certainly wouldn't be the last. If how he tilted his head and silently demanded more were any bit of an indication of how it would go, you're sure it would be at least a few hours.
Good thing the sun had barely set below the horizon and you had the entirety of the night to test what would give in first: His spirit or his bed.
#cod modern warfare#call of duty#call of duty smut#call of duty x reader#cod#smut#phillip graves#phillip graves x reader#phillip graves x you#call of duty modern warfare#cod smut#cod x reader#cod x you#call of duty x you#commander graves#phillip is such a power bottom and a brat#why isn't this more common#look at him#i want to peg him so bad and make him regret being so UGH. Himself at times#knock him down a peg hehe#phillip graves is a pretty boy your honor
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One of the biggest arguments Iâve seen used by the Ob*d*l*s against Anidala, is that scene in the ROTS novel where PadmĂ© says she could trust OW with the secret of the rebellion and was hesitant to tell Anakin and I just wanna say:
Padmé wasn't an idiot. She was an extremely intelligent and competent woman, perfectly able to understand that loving Anakin and thinking that he could be trusted with a certain politic-related matter were two very different things and reducing her choice regarding who to trust with an important political matter only on the basis of her feelings of romantic love diminishes her professionalism, and this is why I say y'all could never understand her.
PadmĂ© didnât have to "love" OW or even like him at all to know he was the perfect Jedi to ask for help in a secret political matter.
That's the point being made in the novel, sheâs hit with the realization that Anakin in this particular moment could not be told this piece of info because of his relationship with Palpatine, and PadmĂ© specifically mentions in the Junior ROTS novel that she didn't want to make Anakin âkeep a secretâ if he didnât agree with their stance because itâd be âunfair.â So this also played a part in why PadmĂ© didnât think it best to inform Anakin about the Rebellion. It honestly had little to do with her actually lacking trust in him, and more to do with the circumstances she was in not allowing her to be open with her husband and her not wanting to make him choose between his wife and his âfather figure.â
However, PadmĂ© knows OWâs political ideas aren't tied to ONE particular person but to a philosophy, one which is closer to her own, at that point. None of this was ever meant to be hinted as âromanticâ or even remotely insinuated as romantic. Itâs strictly professional and even the tone of the scene makes that so abundantly clear.
All Iâm saying is that, some of these proshippers are doing the most out here to try and prove their ship, like my loves? You forgot a very important thing called âš context âš and regardless of her rational thinking, PadmĂ© still went out of her way to try and talk out all of this Rebellion secrecy stuff with Anakin when she confronted him in the scene where she asks if he ever thought they were âfighting on the wrong side.â PadmĂ© didnât trust OW in the same way she trusted Anakin (with her entire self and being) she had the level of trust and love for Anakin that was only meant for him.
Mixing up her unwavering faith in Anakin as her husband with her trust in OWâs devotion to duty as her comrade/ally is purposely deluding yourself, because the two arenât the same and therefore canât be compared. An example of this is: PadmĂ© constantly putting more value to Anakinâs words over OWâs in the end of ROTS when he came to tell her of Anakinâs âcrimesâ. She completely disregarded what OW had claimed about her husband and instead made her way to where Anakin was herself, to ask him directly. Despite what the truth was, this is proof of her trusting Anakin unconditionally, and I didnât even think I had to spell that out because itâs as clear as day.
In conclusion, PadmĂ© didnât trust OW more than Anakin, she just knew the circumstances she was in didnât exactly make it easy for her to openly talk with her husband about these matters and thatâs part of what played into the issues they had in ROTS, itâs exactly what Sidious wanted. This scene in the novel doesnât exist to imply some hidden romantic undertone that George was intending all along. No, far from that. George was always an âopen, , clear and easy to understandâ type of storyteller, so if the former was the case, this scene wouldnât be any different if there was some hidden message or subtext the reader should be made aware of, George would make it obvious. Fact of the matter is, the one and only reason for this scene in the novel to exist is only to show to us as the ïżœïżœïżœreaderâ that the narrative is tearing apart the Star-Crossed-lovers (Anakin and PadmĂ©.) and visibly putting the two of them on different sides in the story because the consequences of this narrative choice is what will foreshadow and play into the inevitable and great fall of the couple and character in the future. Even the novel makes a very purposeful and clear distinction between âlove and trustâ in this chapter where all this occurs. PadmĂ© loves Anakin, but knew she had to trust OW with the situation at hand. And if you want to talk ânarrativelyâ PadmĂ© needed a reason to keep the Rebellion a secret from Anakin, thus leading to Palpatine to sense âbetrayalâ in PadmĂ© later on, and using that to his advantage to manipulate Anakin even more into getting him to âsuspectâ her. Itâs all spelt out for us and itâs not hard to miss. All it takes is a little media literacy and understanding context.
(Mind you, hypothetically, if this scene existed for literally any other reason, it wouldâve been brought up again, but it wasnât. Itâs only mentioned once and exists for only one moment which was meant to serve a certain narrative and then it was done. Thereâs not much to make of it since the context of the scene is so clear.)
#star wars#anidala#anakin skywalker#padmĂ© amidala#sw novels#revenge of the sith novelization#revenge of the sith junior novelization#avoiding tagging and using full character names because I donât wanna attract those weirdos on my post#haters dni#anti ob****d*la#iâve seen shippers claim that ow and padme would make a better couple simply because they both value duty and share some of the same ideals#even though padmĂ©âs strong sense of duty doesnât define her personal identity#sheâs always wanted to leave behind her responsibilities to live a simple happy life with her husband#she stays out duty and care for peace and justice in the galaxy#which is actually a trait she shared with anakin not ow#anakin is loyal and dutiful because he cares about helping people and thatâs padmĂ©âs aim too#ow stays to help people because of his devotion to the jedi#thatâs not the same#saying sheâd be more compatible with ow is like the punchline of a bad joke#in every way padmĂ© shares more in common with anakin when it comes to the core of her personality#and relationships arenât built off sharing ideals mind you#itâs about connecting and sharing core values which is what anakin and padmĂ© always had#thereâs a reasons why padmĂ© and ow argued a lot in wild space#padmĂ© says the one thing her and ow can agree on is loving anakin otherwise their mindsets clash way too much#compatible? never in a million years.#padmĂ© herself disagrees#and apart from the fact that canonically padmĂ© never shows romantic interest in him#nor does the narrative include ow as one of padmĂ©âs love interestsâŠ#holy god my tags deserve their own posts
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Andros be finding out.
#dragon age#dragon age: inquisition#the inquisition#andros lavellan#inquisitor lavellan#wes lavellan#cerill lavellan#As well as being an additional Advisor to the Inquisitor on organizing the other Lavellan clan members with their lead hunter Cerill.#Wes' duties include private tutoring to the Inquisitor in matters of Nobility and History--#as well as improving the Inquisitor's handling of the Common Tongue#and if he has time-- subsequently embarrassing the inquisitor in the war room#âWes is why Andros takes up smoking againâ - Myre
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another day without a boyfriend who acts exactly like the fictional man iâm obsessed with
#save me wes mitchellâŠ. save me#wes mitchell#common law#call of duty#phillip graves#rudy parra#alejandro vargas#modern warfare#girlposting#girlblogging
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you deserved better from me than an oversized uniform and a world full of troubles
#this is tugs#tugs zorran#tugs zip#fortezza bigg city#senjart#quick doodle before bed (1 am)#when you're only 18 and got force-fed a world full of crime and shady hard-to-trust folks#and the middle aged man that you adore and treat as a paragon of salvation is distant and cannot love you ''normally''#while the person that berates you is the one that genuinely loves you but your brain automatically registers any ''insult'' as ''bad''#and you don't know that he cares for you#family'd so hard they started to develop genuine traditional family problems#we're not beating the complicated doomed familyhood allegations with this one đđđ#the faint ''have to'' in the background is like.#''do I care for you because my boss handed you to me as part of my duty''#vs#''do I care for you because I don't want you to end up like me even though I am NOT warm or nice''#also them without their hats. the one thing all z-stacks have in common that indicates them being from the same group#theres lots of details and themes and whatnot in this doodle but my brain is a mush..... erm..... have fun staring#(fixes my glasses and grins like an ape)
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ive recently been so obbsessed with the au/concept/thought/idek of rapunzel running away from gothel, but NOT finding out who her parents are
like if eugene didnt go to the stabbingtons after the boat scene, imagine how different their lives would be, and i can just imagine raps getting her first haircut and her and eugene getting married and they live probably out in old corona and they just live like that yk? maybe going on roadtrips together and visiting different towns and kingdoms
and idk why but them just having a pretty normal life just as commoners of corona would be so cute idk whyđđ
#and like eugene would go by eugene#and theyd buy a little house#and raps would sell her art#& take commissions#also them meeting varian that way#like theyre just strolling and they know about quirin obvi#but varian is out during a seasonal harvest and they all get alongđ#also eugene & raps in commoner clothes#sobbing#PLS HELP IDK WHY I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH#BUT ITS SO CUTE TO ME#rapunzel#eugene fitzherbert#tangled#tts#au#hcs#new dream#they meet cass when they go in for a seasonal market in corona#and raps is selling some of her art#and they see cass on duty#and raps would probably wave & what not#and they always see her cuz cassie always has duty during markets#and they js kinda become friends slowly after that
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nikroach doodles i meant to finish coloring them didnt
#acedraws#nikroach#cod#call of duty#modern warfare#nikolai#Roach#i am getting destroyed by the common cold
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hi yes its 2.30am I cant sleep anyways I drew myself meeting the cod boys the other day and realize i didnt share it here
it was decided from birb polls so first off
Ghost - Hug
and then Price - I get to decide what I want to do with him (I decided to bite him bcuz I can)
and then Gaz, gave him a kiss
lastly Soap, punch him (I am not sorry)
Bonus when the boys got tired of me and want to send me back
ok i go back eep
#gummmyart#doodle#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#how tf do i tag this#<-- the previous tag has become a common occurrence i fear#thats how fucked up my content has become#uhhh#call of duty fanart#and uh#cod mw3 fanart#task force 141#taskforce 141 meets artist#yeah sure that works#you think you put me next to PRICE i will be normal no sir i will not#I WILL NOT LET HIM GO#AND YES THOSE BITES ARE LOVE BITES#he's my hubby he just doesnt know yet#im not sane at all *insert maniacal laughter*#these are nights where I wonder if god gave me too much power for being able to draw#and post it online#and let people see the state im in#oh woah im properly rambling#wait how long can tags go?#do i want to find out?#no i dont#i go eep fr now goodnight#stay hydrated
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My Rook is an elf, so when the deep lore on the true origin of the elves dropped, I couldn't help but imagine Rook casually talking to Bellara and Davrin like "So, if we were spirits, what concept do you think we'd represent?"
Bellara would get very excited by this idea and immediately start speculating. I can just hear her "Oh!" as she jumps from one possibility to the next. Then Rook suggests Creativity and she goes all starry-eyed.
Davrin would be mildly uncomfortable with the topic but unable to resist the fun of choosing something that represents him. He'd think on it while Bellara was going off and then be like "If I get to pick, then Tenacity or Determination or something like that."
And then Bellara's like "What about you, Rook?" and Rook's like "Oh, I dunno..."
And then Emmrich comes into the conversation like "Duty." and Rook's like "What?" and he's like "You're Duty, Rook. I've never met anyone who lives so strongly by the words 'Someone has to do it.'"
#Dragon Age#Dragon Age: The Veilguard#DATV#DATV spoilers#also Rook representing Duty makes Spite's affinity for Rook make so much sense#after all Duty and Spite have a lot in common
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I'm still alive and well I was simply eaten alive by a very busy month. Good news though I've been fortunate enough to be able to take another crack at that whole "school" thing and the main campus happens to be directly beneath the 4L and 4R arrivals to KBOS at the point where the planes are ~1000ft so I got to see this beauty while waiting for the bus. Huge win for this blog.
#off-duty#transmissions#polairoids#iberia#to be clear I saw a lot more than just her but they were all common domestic airlines#apparently if the bus had come three minutes later I would have gotten to see a 787 though :t
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