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[ltwilliammowett]

Ship's Cat Chiclet - the Mascot of the Mary A. Whalen (1938) a retired oil tanker, Brooklyn, New York

[goodvibesandchilltimes]

Exterior Brick New Orleans Ideas for a mid-sized, traditional white, two-story brick home remodel

[audisive]

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౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: soap accidentally finds out about simon's girl.

tags: fluff, romance, simon is a big baby !! let us all accept this fact, soap and his assumptions, uh bad jokes, very rushed fic, crack ?, reader can indeed fix simon

Soap isn't sure when his assumptions started, nor is he sure how it got to Gaz and Price himself. 

Maybe it was when he started to notice that Ghost left base whenever he could. (How come ye never leave base? It's a hassle havin' to go back and forth for nothin', Johnny.) Maybe it was the smudged color of red and pink on his balaclava, the lingering perfume on his hoodie, or his new wallet taking the place of one that was once worn out.

"Wha's yer favorite perfume, LT?" "My enemies' sweat and tears."

(It's well-known that despite the fact that Ghost does consider the 141 to be his family, he keeps his personal life very private and away from them. They respect that, in turn, but let's face it, Soap is nosy.)

Really, it was an accident. Soap swears it was!

He just happened to be passing by his lieutenant in the bar where the team had all gone to celebrate a wreck of a mission that they've managed to successfully finish. Truly, it was an accident when his eyes caught a glimpse of Ghost's new wallet, and he really, very much so did not mean to watch a little too long – long enough for it to open and reveal a hefty amount of cash and a small square of colors, barely noticeable. 

Soap's feet move before he could quietly search for more.

"Got a new wallet, aye?" He slides beside the taller man smoothly, just as the Brit had grunted out another order of Bourbon. Ghost hums in acknowledgement.

"Y'got a crush on me or somethin', Johnny?"

Soap chuckles even if the other does not. "A just happened tae see it. Fancy little thing."

It doesn't take long before Ghost disappears into the night, but the Scot swears his pace was a bit faster than usual when he left the awfully-smelling bar, and Gaz would be lying if he said he didn't see the little picture of a pretty bird tucked away in his scarily huge lieutenant's wallet.

It's not that Soap often makes bold assumptions about people and their personal lives, not when they're out of reach from him, but can you really blame him for thinking that the words 'Ghost' and 'girlfriend' do not sound right in the same sentence? Would it be considered an assumption this time if he'd seen the photo himself? Surely, his superior isn't some perverted freak who keeps an image of a breathtaking woman he randomly found in his private items. Uh, he hopes not, at least.

"Bullshit!" is what a drunken Soap yells when the Brit nonchalantly discloses to the team, without hesitation, that he is simply not interested in dating. He spills everything he's gathered in the past few months, from the smallest hints to the biggest; the unfamiliar strand of hair on Ghost's hoodie to the wallet from months ago.

"A'm no crazy!" Soap convinces no one as he's ushered back to the barracks for making such an insane assumption about the lieutenant in his unreliable state. Ghost's lips curl up into a smirk against the cold glass of Bourbon in his hand, sat back and relaxed with his legs spread wide.

Call him a big baby (he is) for making a fool out of his sergeant instead of just telling the truth and bragging about his angel to the others, but can you blame him? He just wants to keep you tucked away in his pocket, away from everyone else. What are you talking about, lovie? 'Course 'm not ashamed of you. You're just too pretty for them, is all. Gotta keep m' girl safe, yeah?

Besides, they don't have to know the way Simon melts into the nook of your neck when he gets home from deployment or know that he uses your lavender-scented shampoo. And no, it doesn't matter that Johnny knows. It's his word against the lieutenant's. He spares his LT and turns a blind eye this once.

When the time is right, Simon is sure to properly introduce his heart to his unspoken family. For the time being, he just wants to keep you his pretty little secret.

    divider by @cafekitsune !

[peach-skyies]

[bunnieswithknives]

In which Dev finally talks about what happened to Peri :3

part (1/2): next

[icantspellthings]

Honestly, I don't mind buff and hairless spock in SNW that much because in my mind I just pretend that spock went through a fuck boy gym rat phase in his 20s because he wanted to look like a ~sexy~ vulcan.

And that's why in TOS in his 30s, he doesn't talk about his past starfleet postings that much because he's embarrassed about it.

Like in a "wow I can't believe Pike had to see me in my fuckboy waxing my chest hoe era, better not tell Kirk about this or else I'd be teased about it until the end of times, let's just pretend I was always a proper logical Vulcan"

[nikidanger]

Just going to leave this here...

[p4perhearts]

Chappell Roan’s Makeup 🌈🪩💖🪄🐇

by cherry_roan on twitter

[littleulvar]

✨lovebirbs✨

(Arne belongs to @ronkoza )

[ave661]

MWII: König, Arachnid

[worms-for-brains]

“Ignore the protests from the insistent visage. He babbles nonsense.”

Soap’s new skin has me in a chokehold thinking about a winter soldier paradox. 🥲

I’m praying that isn’t what happens….BUT THE ANGST- THE ANGST DEMONS ARE WHISPERING IN MY EAR.

[caemidraws]

Oath/breaking

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Designs by Norman Bel Geddes (1930s)

[yumethefrostypanda]

The build of this man

[konigsblog]

taking virgin loser-könig's virginity. (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

könig hasn't lost his virginity for a plethora of reasons. whether that be because of his depravity and desperation towards drunk women at bars, or his creepiness. or perhaps you could blame his social anxiety holding him back, but we all know that könig is a social reject; a loser.

he's way too excited when you offer to ride him, although he doesn't tell you he's a virgin. to some, it would've been noticeable; his heavy breathing and wide, shocked eyes when you ease down onto his length, or his eagerness to continue despite the flushed, dizzy expression on his face. his cheeks flush a rosy pink, his eyelids half-closed, and his veiny dick aching inside your tight heat. you caress könig's jaw tenderly, cooing at him for acting like a dog in heat.

you kiss his forehead while he attempts to hold himself back from thrusting upward into you. you have to physically restrain him by pinning his gross, dirty hands to his sides so that his touch won't wander, preventing him from slipping his fingers into your tight asshole. he grunts and gasps at the new, addictive sensation. god, you'll be an addiction, that's for sure. könig heaves and growls, tears brimming in his waterline at the euphoria burning inside of him and a cheeky and mischievous grin plastered on his face.

könig flips you over onto your stomach, pinning you down and ruts into you mercilessly. his loving, soft eyes roll to the back of head as he loses control and fucks himself stupid using your tight, swollen cunt. you whimper and mewl out blissfully, so sore yet so pleased to have such a girthy, fat cock stuffed inside your wet folds.

only afterwards, when you're laying on his chest will he quietly and shamefully admit to being a virgin, when you're half-asleep and exhausted after being filled with ropes of his pearly, creamy semen.

[demaparbat-hp]

Toph as a Goalball player 💪💚