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thatonemarveldude · 2 years ago
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Hello I’ve come to offer tumblr a Spider-Man OC/sona. :)
His name is James and I love him. I’ve been meaning to draw him for months but just never got around to it.
Also the Australian Spider name was just a random thought I had. I was like “I could make a huge spider sona and base it off of a spider from Australia because the spiders there are big.” And then I proceeded to creep myself out due to the spider pictures. I only kept the name lmao.
Update: his hero name is Huntsman Spider
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bacchuschucklefuck · 6 months ago
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they tried to rebrand as The Criminals but riz is literally the city council's treasurer and also turns out people in their late 20s don't really name their friend groups. so now they're The Intrepid Heroes
#fantasy high#figueroth faeth#kristen applebees#adaine abernant#gorgug thistlespring#fabian seacaster#riz gukgak#yes this is sorta from the same thing Ive been doing for future!riz lol. that riz is the same design basically#just the above board sona#u can kiiinda tell which of the bad kids I have a very clear vision for their future design and which I kinda wing it for lol#kristen's tank top is white and the coat is galaxy tie dye btw. I didnt have the energy to express that in ink but thats the ult version#adaine I truly imagine to grow up to be the perpetual t shirt and jeans person but she carries her sword everywhere#gorgugs truth is that shes just hot she can wear anything. but I do give him the skirt hike bc I love him#I really like skirt hike... such a fun thing to put in designs. if ur garment has no variance in how it falls or drapes u can do it urself#this is also a little bit of an exercise in how much of an accessory I can freehand from memory#fig's bass I straight up did not fact check for. just rawdogging it memory only. same with fandrangor and adaine's crocs#I did write in my funny little document that gorgug takes up baking and is good at it bc I think itd be good for him#to do basically chemistry and math that also feeds people#out of them... kristen and riz would be Good good at it. but riz would get way too stressed abt the recipe and kristen bakes by#eyeballing the texture. fabian likes decorating but refuses to get anywhere near the heat of an oven. adaine isnt good at it first try#and is like well my effort goes to other things actually. fig Loves baking and Nobody lets her into the kitchen#idk why this manifests so clear in my head. must be bc of recent foccacia events#living in the subtropics is hell for baking nobody try it ok? I tell u
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queerdiazs · 1 year ago
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wip wednesday
tagged by @wikiangela whose car sex fic has me SAT
i started the heart attack fic for bthb, but i'm gonna keep that to myself until it's finished and posted because i’m very insecure lmao, so have a little bit of eddie vs the hoa
“You sound jealous.”  Eddie balks, insulted at the mere suggestion that he’s jealous of somebody as contemptuous as Abbie Jean Gentry. “I am not!” He snorts. “I have never in my thirty-two years of life—count ‘em, thirty-two—I have been shot and stuck beneath the ground and lost my wife and been to war, but I have never, ever been jealous of anybody, and especially not motherfucking—” “Could’ve fooled me,” Buck interrupts, elbowing him in the side and motioning with his head at the woman walking up to their stall. “Hi, Mrs. Gentry.”  Abbie Jean Gentry is a beautiful, chubby woman with long, curling black hair and big, light green eyes. Her voice is deep and her laugh is infectious and she pulls off heels just as well as sneakers; she commands any room she walks into and makes sure to shake the hands of every person she meets and does her best to help solve whatever problem she’s faced with.  She’s not a bad person.  Eddie can’t stand her.  “Hi, Buck.” She smiles, all straight white teeth, and Eddie remembers the two years he wore braces with disdain. His sisters were ruthless when they made fun of him. “How are you?”  “Enjoying all these sweet treats,” Buck says, laughing, and hands the last sugar cookie off to one of the little kids that were following Chris around earlier. “Looks like the sale’s going well.”  She nods, appraising the fish bowl full of paper bills and coins at the edge of their table. It’s not as full as hers—she’s probably so proud. “It’s going even better than I expected,” she agrees, judging their clutter of cupcakes and broken cookies. “Did you make these yourself, Buck?”  “Huh? Oh, no.” Buck grins, hooking his thumb toward Eddie. “Eddie helped.”  Abbie Jean Gentry blinks, feigning surprise. “Oh, Mr. Diaz.” She smiles, close-mouthed and thin. “I didn’t see you there.”  Funny. Eddie’s standing right next to Buck, near enough their shoulders are touching. One can’t notice and speak with Buck without noticing the other.  Eddie curls his lip up. “I’m sure you didn’t.”  Buck elbows Eddie again, hard enough to hurt this time. “You’ll have to excuse him,” he says, giving her his best grin and wow, his best friend is a suck up. “We stayed up late last night finishing the cookies and cupcakes, and he hasn’t had anything to eat today except sweets.” 
this fic accidentally turned into a whole thing so we’ll see where it goes
no pressure tagging: @disasterbuckdiaz, @thewolvesof1998, @wildlife4life, @alyxmastershipper because i saw you say something about sub eddie 👁️, @shitouttabuck, @eddiediaztho 💜, @diazblunt, @watchyourbuck, @try-set-me-on-fire, @honestlydarkprincess, @housewifebuck, and uh whoever else 🫶🏼
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dragons-and-yellow-roses · 3 months ago
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I had an interview on Monday and it went really well, the hiring manager said she really wanted me on the team and I should hear back by Tuesday. Didn't hear back by Tuesday, so on Wednesday I called them. They said the hiring manager was off for the next two days, call back on Friday after 1pm. I call at 2:15pm, the hiring manager has gone to the bank, call back in 10-15 minutes. If she's gone when I call back in about 30 minutes I'm just going to think she's avoiding me. Why is getting a job literal torture? This is a job at McDonald's btw.
Update: I have orientation on Monday!!
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existential-dread-in-the-am · 4 months ago
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Not me pacing around the livingroom for two hours, imaginary-lecturing an imaginary audience on many grand thoughts and ideas after reading a book written by a person with many grand thoughts and ideas
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l0ganberry · 5 months ago
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FINALLY FINISHED!! (you might need to click on the drawing for better quality)
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This is usually how I would dress in animal crossing.
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sanchoyo · 7 months ago
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our landlady sent someone to fix our kitchen floor (good, it was literally caving in and needed to be fixed for almost a year. Was legit afraid I’d fall thru it) but they are taking sooo long and I haven’t been able to cook for a full week bc our kitchen has to stay empty for them to work so the stove and fridge are just in the corner of another room. So. I’ve been eating chip meals for a full week and I am so sick of them. I need to cook I need VEGEBAL SO BAD I am going crazy
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famefound · 2 years ago
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Thank you for your patience. I had a mini anxiety attack tonight because of things just. Not being right at home at all and it’s stressing me out big time. I know I’m already slow as molasses, but I think I’m going to be even slower for the time being until things just... get back to semi-normal.
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crowcryptid · 1 year ago
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Omg I finally found it. The fabled affordable housing that “live within your means” “advice” givers claim exists. Guess how much rent is. And yes. What you see in the pictures is the whole thing.
A) $850
B) $1250
C) $1450
D) $1850
The extra $50 a month is for the rgb strip light.
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icantalk710 · 2 years ago
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This "to rent, your gross income should be 40x the rent" idea feels a bit iffy to me when practically I've gotten around 40% of each biweekly gross paycheck deducted for taxes and benefits... (is it that much for other people I wonder [also a shame what those taxes do and don't go into but that's another convo])
Though with what I've saved up as backup, that should still theoretically work for me; doing some math accounting for a recent raise I'm getting at work, assuming two paychecks a month (and no more than 30% spent on rent), I think my rent budget ceiling would be around $1300/month, but ideally would be around $1000 as a max (lower for a good-quality place if possible would ofc be nice)--then I could be smart about withdrawing half the total with each check [along with utility/etc splits] and factoring in spending on other things that way. Just spent some time tracking how much I've saved from each of my last paychecks and it kinda seems feasible enough to do. Hmm...
Also, any NYers use Roomi/etc for finding good roomies? Trying to get around to a profile on Roomi, since I've heard some good things about it/seems promising from some listing browsing, and get a handle on this whole moving-out thing [which tbh feels like I've been overthinking on some level but have been trying to take some time to browse some listings and see what prices look like/etc]
since i'm turning 33 this year, it'd be nice to be able to quit just talking about wanting to move and actually do it with the savings effort i've put into it [assuming i also get to hold onto my student loan refund check for extra assurance biden]
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voxiiferous · 2 years ago
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**| Things no one ever told me I’d be doing as a writer: combing through the Google map of New York and comparing it to what it was like during the 1940s and 50s to try and figure out where Vox could have lived and thus what would have been around.
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cyberdragoninfinity · 2 years ago
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z-one vs aporia makes me so fucking mentally unwell to remember. z-one really executed someone who REALLY cared about him in cold blood in front of everyone after going "yeah i don't see you as my friend you're just a machine". and he's one of the few permadead characters. dead inside. (kinda like aporia! *laugh track*) also this is a personal thing but i was really spoiled on 5ds before starting it but i legitimately did not know z-one vs aporia was a thing at all so that may have helped
YEAH! YEAH!! YEAH GOD ALL OF THIS!! YOU GET IT.
Like we get it right on the heels of the text basically just telling us Aporia fights for Z-one not just out of hope for the future, but out of his love for him. He will do whatever Z-one asks of him because he fuckin loves him!!!! SO SO MUCH!!!
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and then Z-one just fuckin kills him! Just executes him in front of everyone, in front of kids, in front of THE KID WHO REMINDED APORIA TO HAVE HOPE AGAIN IN THE FIRST PLACE!!! I LOVE DIVORCE!!!!
But even before that, the way he spends the whole duel actively toying with Aporia, dangling hope of a victory in front of him only to yank it away, makes me UNWELL. The way he starts out the duel so cordial and almost warm but the second Aporia refuses to stop or back down from his point Z-one just goes Ice Cold. goes full I Will Crush You Until There's Nothing Left mode. it's TERRIFYING. Aporia isn't a person to him anymore!!! Just a thing. Just a tool acting out and beyond its programmed task and which must be dealt with accordingly :,^)
All of this because Aporia committed the crime of *checks notes* effectively telling Z-one Maybe Things Will Be OK, Actually. Maybe We Should Trust Team 5D's. 8,^) *screaming into a pillow*
I ALSO HAD A SOLID CHUNK OF 5DS SPOILERS GOING INTO IT BUT SOMEHOW DIDNT KNOW THIS ONE WAS COMING and god it just Hits. this duel is the reason Aporia weaseled into my brain in the first place; something about this metal as fuck imagery of this broken and beat to shit robot throwing down against his friend for the sake of the future ripping my brain wide open. I have watched this duel a perfectly normal amount of times <--lying
it's so fucked up, i'm obsessed with it and them and it's so fucked up. And YEAH LIKE YOU SAID!! APORIA'S JUST. PERMADEAD. ygo bad guys either die or get redeemed and somehow he got both and it makes me explode. ;___; One of these days I'll get into my post-canon 5Ds AUs where Aporia made it out alive in one way or another (if folks can do it with Bruno then I can do it with my big guy!!!!) THEN YOULL ALL SEE!!!! SOBBING
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fingertipsmp3 · 2 years ago
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I love when you spend like a week beating yourself up over something and then find out you literally didn’t need to because you had the facts wrong. You were wrong and therefore you are right.
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mcmansionhell · 10 months ago
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we've found it folks: mcmansion heaven
Hello everyone. It is my pleasure to bring you the greatest house I have ever seen. The house of a true visionary. A real ad-hocist. A genuine pioneer of fenestration. This house is in Alabama. It was built in 1980 and costs around $5 million. It is worth every penny. Perhaps more.
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Now, I know what you're thinking: "Come on, Kate, that's a little kooky, but certainly it's not McMansion Heaven. This is very much a house in the earthly realm. Purgatory. McMansion Purgatory." Well, let me now play Beatrice to your Dante, young Pilgrim. Welcome. Welcome, welcome, welcome.
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It is rare to find a house that has everything. A house that wills itself into Postmodernism yet remains unable to let go of the kookiest moments of the prior zeitgeist, the Bruce Goffs and Earthships, the commune houses built from car windshields, the seventies moments of psychedelic hippie fracture. It is everything. It has everything. It is theme park, it is High Tech. It is Renaissance (in the San Antonio Riverwalk sense of the word.) It is medieval. It is maybe the greatest pastiche to sucker itself to the side of a mountain, perilously overlooking a large body of water. Look at it. Just look.
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The inside is white. This makes it dreamlike, almost benevolent. It is bright because this is McMansion Heaven and Gray is for McMansion Hell. There is an overbearing sheen of 80s optimism. In this house, the credit default swap has not yet been invented, but could be.
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It takes a lot for me to drop the cocaine word because I think it's a cheap joke. But there's something about this example that makes it plausible, not in a derogatory way, but in a liberatory one, a sensuous one. Someone created this house to have a particular experience, a particular feeling. It possesses an element of true fantasy, the thematic. Its rooms are not meant to be one cohesive composition, but rather a series of scenes, of vastly different spatial moments, compressed, expanded, bright, close.
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And then there's this kitchen for some reason. Or so you think. Everything the interior design tries to hide, namely how unceasingly peculiar the house is, it is not entirely able to because the choices made here remain decadent, indulgent, albeit in a more familiar way.
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Rare is it to discover an interior wherein one truly must wear sunglasses. The environment created in service to transparency has to somewhat prevent the elements from penetrating too deep while retaining their desirable qualities. I don't think an architect designed this house. An architect would have had access to specifically engineered products for this purpose. Whoever built this house had certain access to architectural catalogues but not those used in the highest end or most structurally complex projects. The customization here lies in the assemblage of materials and in doing so stretches them to the height of their imaginative capacity. To borrow from Charles Jencks, ad-hoc is a perfect description. It is an architecture of availability and of adventure.
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A small interlude. We are outside. There is no rear exterior view of this house because it would be impossible to get one from the scrawny lawn that lies at its depths. This space is intended to serve the same purpose, which is to look upon the house itself as much as gaze from the house to the world beyond.
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Living in a city, I often think about exhibitionism. Living in a city is inherently exhibitionist. A house is a permeable visible surface; it is entirely possible that someone will catch a glimpse of me they're not supposed to when I rush to the living room in only a t-shirt to turn out the light before bed. But this is a space that is only exhibitionist in the sense that it is an architecture of exposure, and yet this exposure would not be possible without the protection of the site, of the distance from every other pair of eyes. In this respect, a double freedom is secured. The window intimates the potential of seeing. But no one sees.
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At the heart of this house lies a strange mix of concepts. Postmodern classicist columns of the Disney World set. The unpolished edge of the vernacular. There is also an organicist bent to the whole thing, something more Goff than Gaudí, and here we see some of the house's most organic forms, the monolith- or shell-like vanity mixed with the luminous artifice of mirrors and white. A backlit cave, primitive and performative at the same time, which is, in essence, the dialectic of the luxury bathroom.
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And yet our McMansion Heaven is still a McMansion. It is still an accumulation of deliberate signifiers of wealth, very much a construction with the secondary purpose of invoking envy, a palatial residence designed without much cohesion. The presence of golf, of wood, of masculine and patriarchal symbolism with an undercurrent of luxury drives that point home. The McMansion can aspire to an art form, but there are still many levels to ascend before one gets to where God's sitting.
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always-a-slut-4-ghouls · 30 days ago
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Every time I see anything about Europeans not having screens on their windows I remember that one post “this is why you got the plague”. I cannot read anything about Europe and window screens without remembering that post, and honestly, I am still confused as to why people there don’t have screens
#emma posts#around here if you had no screens you’d be getting west Nile and shit just because you wanted some nighttime summer breeze#even without west Nile I don’t want more mosquitoe bites than necessary#plenty of other stuff would get in too. but you would be in mosquitoe hell#how do you guys live with biting stuff getting in your house? with flies getting in your kitchen?#it only happens here if someone leaves the door open too long or they have the lights on when they open the door at night#I mean. flies get in when it starts to get cold. but it would be way worse without window screens#and I’m pretty sure mosquitoes don’t know flies’ mysterious secrets for getting through small openings#at least most flies that get in houses don’t bite#if you leave the door open and a horse fly or deer fly gets in it’s shitty#those fuckers bite#and ticks! They usually don’t get right next to your house. but that depends on what’s around your house#and mosquitoe bites itch for DAYS#how are you guys not just getting diseases and unpleasant bites in your sleep?#and what happens if a bird accidentally flies into your living room?#if that ever happens here there’s a lot of panicking between both the bird and the humans#and I love bats but you really don’t want them getting in your house and that would just make it easier#I love them a lot but they are very good at carrying diseases. they are built different when it comes to immune systems in mammals#and if you leave your window open at night and don’t have some dog to scare them off you know raccoons would be all over your kitchen#and mice and rats too. maybe squirrels. rodents get in sometimes other ways but that’s just opening the door for them like welcome guests#if they aren’t pets then you probably don’t want them there especially for sanitary reasons#and bugs that like to eat your food!#I like animals but a lot of them aren’t great in your house#and when mice have gotten into my family’s house and realized that there were multiple cats they would just hide somewhere out of reach#until they died. even with live traps around they didn’t always move from their hiding spots out of fear#it has to be a terrible way to go. I feel bad for them#more would end up dying that way or from the cats eating them if they could just wander in through open windows. often when they do get#inside it’s because a crack formed somewhere in the window insulation#and your cat could just yet themselves off the second floor or higher. one time I had the screen off for something and my cat wandered onto#the roof and only came back in when he noticed I was panicking
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bagofshinyrocks · 1 year ago
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Government name vs Military callsign
Prompt: What scares them worse? Addressing them by their full government name, or addressing them by their military callsign?
Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader
Word Count: 0.9k
Warnings: none
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John Price
Government name.
Calling him Captain or Skipper just ends with him sauntering to where ever you are and ask (in an obnoxiously self-satisfied voice) what you wanted. Like a cat pretending it can’t hear the urgency in your tone when you say to get off the counter.
“If you want me to ‘shake a leg’, call my name, luvie.”
Now if you holler “Jonathan Price”, he’ll drop something. Either the newspaper in his hands, or his heart into his stomach. He sure as hell moves his ass with a purpose, and he’s peering into the room with an apology on his lips.
“Yes, luv? What’s wrong, poppet?”
“Lift the other end of the couch, would you?”
He does, and you shimmy it further back in the room. “Anything else I can do, love o’ my life?” He’s hovering, and gently coaxing you into his arms. Gauging how mad you were at him. You curled into him and kissed his chin. Then stepped away with a pat to his chest.
“No, sweetheart, just wanted you to shake a leg is all.”
When he remembers your previous conversation, he groans and tells you to fuck off.
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Simon Riley
Military callsign.
When you two are alone, and he’s already given you permission to call him Simon, don’t call him Ghost. When you say that word, he assumes one of his mates are at the door or on the phone, and goes from Simon to Ghost. Stalks into the room with narrowed eyes, only to find you in the kitchen. By yourself.
“Ghost, you want a sandwich too? Turkey and cheese.”
“Fuck you callin’ me that for?” 
Once he sees you’re alone, he swoops in and wraps around you like a hoodie. A firm kiss to your ear, then your cheek, then spun you around. Back pressed to the counter top. Settles his face right close to yours.
“We playin’ games now?” You didn’t want to upset him, so you pressed a kiss to his nose. His grumpy look faded a bit.
“Sorry, baby.” Arms wrapped carefully around his shoulders. And your fingers scratch his scalp. Another kiss to his nose. “I’m sorry for playing games with you. Simon Riley.”
Hearing his name on your lips finally cracked, and he gave you a smile. A little scar on the upper lip. You gave it a kiss, and then pressed a kiss to his lips. 
A quick surge forward, and you only just had time to shove aside the things behind you before you found yourself on the countertop.
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Kyle Garrick
Government name.
He doesn’t mind being called Gaz, and you’ll use Kyle and Gaz interchangeably. Doesn’t even mind if you use “Kyle” or “honey” in front of his squadmates. Though “Kylie” he does have some displeasure with.
“I’ll have you know, Soap is still calling me Kylie, you asshole.”
Call him ‘Garrick’, and he knows that you are pretending to be mad at him. He slinks over and rubs his face against your cheek. He’s too cute for you to stay mad.
If you shout “Kyle Garrick”, he comes running. He could have sworn that he put his clothes in the hamper. And did the dishes. And taken out the recycling. Damn, what was it that he forgot?
“Kyle Ga-”
“Yes, dear!” Shit, he didn’t mean to ‘yes, dear’ you. “Yes, my dear, I’m right here.”
You pause your laundry folding and summon him with a crook of your finger. Once he’s close enough, you tap your lip with the same finger. “I need a kiss.”
He blinked once. Then twice. “God damn you.” He squishes your face in his hands and gave you a quick, firm kiss. “Don’t stress me out like that. Thought you were mad.”
“Give me another kiss, or I will be.”
He rapid fire kissed your mouth, chin, and cheeks, then gave you a smack on the ass before returning to the living room. 
“In my own fucking home,” he muttered.
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John MacTavish
Military callsign.
He’s got some thick skin. And he’s had his name shouted angrily many a time. He would all but skip into the room with a big smile on his face. The only people who shouted that name (and wore out the scare-factor on it) were his family members. Shouting “John MacTavish” meant you loved him. You were also mad at him, but you loved him. That was more important. Even with your scowl and the gross pile of garbage he kept forgetting to take out. You loved him.
Now shouting his callsign reminded him of his superior officers.
“SOAP!”
Shit shit shit. He put down his beer and ran from the garage to the backyard. Leg brace over his sweats, low cut muscle shirt that you also wolf-whistle at when he wears. You were only weeding the garden boxes.
“JOHNNY!”
“I’m here, bonnie,” he hollered, rounding the corner. You were sitting in the dirt, a tidy pile of weeds and dead plant bits next to you.
“C’mere, c’mere.”
He leaned down next to you, hand on your shoulder and good knee on the ground. “Wassit?”
You pointed to the leaf in your hand. “A caterpillar, Johnny. An itsy-bitsy caterpillar.”
He sighed heavily and kissed your shoulder. “Bonnie, I thought something was wrong.”
“Hm?” You spared him a glance. “What are you talking about, bubba?”
“You called me Soap.”
“Did I? Didn’t mean to spook you, loverboy.” You gave him an apologetic kiss on the lips. “Just wanted you to see the caterpillar before he wiggled off.”
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Posted: 2023 Dec 10
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