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beanbagbuddies4life · 1 year ago
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Jabber the Parrot
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Born October 10, 1997
Teaching Jabber to move his beak A large vocabulary he now can speak Jabber will repeat what you say Teach him a new word everyday!
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Jabber is also a Buddy!
He's got lots of trading cards too!
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tojisun · 3 months ago
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price smoking a cigar while watching you ride him is still such a visceral fave. thinking about him tutting when you have to take a break, legs shaking and chest heaving, cunt walls twitching because you’re so exhausted and spent—you two have been at it for hours—but daddy wants to see you cum, peanut. c’mon, won’t you give me a show?
he blows a smoke into your face, his eyes glinting with satisfaction at seeing you obey him—riding up and hiccupping through your moans, before fucking back down, swallowing his cock so hungrily, all sloppy and wet.
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pangur-and-grim · 4 months ago
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it's actually less than what I expected, because I remember Pangur and Grim had huge bills for their spays
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I'm guessing my location has a lot to do with the price! I'm in Toronto, and most cats here are owned pets.
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nyaa · 1 month ago
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「QUMARION(クーマリオン」は、「CLIP STUDIO PAINT」 2013-08-03
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sgt-tombstone · 4 months ago
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Marriage Fraud
John MacTavish and Kyle Garrick had gotten married at 15:00 on a Tuesday afternoon in October. There was little fanfare; the civil ceremony took place in the Register Office closest to base with Price and Gaz’s sister as witnesses. They had signed their names on the dotted lines with a flourish, had kissed each other through crooked, boyish grins, and that had been that.
John MacTavish and Kyle Garrick hadn’t dated for a single day prior to their nuptials, with the exception of a week-long drunken bet during basic that both of them had been too stubborn to back out of, and their engagement had lasted the legally-required 28 days. It was marriage fraud, plain and simple; the two men had met in basic training and had forged a brotherhood in between grueling days and sporadic nights, and then the pact was formed. Both of them had gotten thoroughly sick and tired of living in the barracks and relying on mess hall food and, without any long-term significant others to pop the question to, they had decided to take matters into their own hands. When they both passed SAS selection, both setting new records, it had seemed like a sign.
The marriage pact had been Kyle’s idea, so Johnny had been the one to propose, if his half-slurred, half-asleep suggestion could even be called a proposal, but Gaz had readily agreed and the next morning, they had burst into Price’s office, demanding both his blessing and presence at the ceremony. His eyebrows had disappeared into his hairline and he had nearly choked to death on his cigar smoke, but he had agreed to both nonetheless.
That had been over three years ago.
In the three years since, as they climbed the ranks from Private to Corporal to Sergeant, the topic of their marriage hardly ever came up. They wore their respective rings, both made from recycled bullet casings, on their right hands instead of their left, and they never mentioned it to anyone. If anyone wondered how they had gotten permission to live off base or why they commuted to work more often than not, no one ever thought to ask them, and they never volunteered any answers. They shared their house like roommates, respecting both each other’s privacy and dating lives, which were few and far between. Dating in the military was hard enough without being Spec Ops, so any relationship either of them ever had never lasted long enough for their fake marriage to ever be remotely close to an issue.
And then the 141 was formed.
It was a dream come true for both of them. They had both already been SAS under Price’s command, but the specialization of the task force brought a certain job security that ensured their continued cohabitation. The SAS’s base of operations was in Herefordshire, so that’s where Soap and Gaz had bought their house, but there had always been the threat of relocation to any of the other British Army bases across the world, and there was no guarantee that they would have been transferred together. The 141, however, was a cohesive unit, a permanent placement. Wherever one went, the rest were sure to follow.
The task force also brought Ghost.
At first, Johnny hadn’t given Ghost much thought, especially where his fake marriage was concerned. Ghost didn’t seem the type to concern himself overmuch with the personal details of his teammates, up to and including their sexual orientations, living situations, or marital statuses. He himself lived off base, courtesy of being a commissioned officer rather than enlisted, and never seemed to devote a first thought, much less a second one, to Soap and Gaz’s own off-base housing. More often than not, they were in the field anyway, which limited nearly every avenue of personal conversation and, after nearly four years of their marriage being little more than a technical detail on a form somewhere, both Soap and Gaz often forgot that they were even married in the first place.
So Soap didn’t think much of it when he started flirting with Ghost over the comms. Ghost was a scary son of a bitch, but that had always been his type, and he couldn’t deny that the mask did something for him. Hell, everything about Ghost did something for him. It had started as banter, really, but Soap loved to toe the line, and it was a slippery slope that he was all too eager to throw himself down. What was truly shocking was Ghost’s own willingness to play along. And then the flirting turned into… more. Turned into casual physical touch that Ghost would’ve slit anyone else’s throat for even thinking about initiating, turned into whispered promises in the backs of helos before missions, turned into kisses pressed into gloved knuckles and masked cheeks.
And suddenly, Soap realized that his marriage might be an issue.
His relationship with Ghost, while technically undefined, was by far the most serious and potentially long-lasting relationship he’d had since signing his marriage license. Most of the people he had dated over the years hadn’t been military and had quickly grown tired of the inconsistency, the missed birthdays and anniversaries, the lack of communication while he’d been on mission, and the lack of leave time in general. But not Ghost, because Ghost got it. Half of the time, Ghost was right there in the field with him. There wasn’t any inconsistency with them, no lack of leave time to grumble over, no shortage of communication between them, both in person and over comms. Their relationship worked for exactly the same reasons why his and Gaz’s non-relationship had worked for so long: they both understood.
And suddenly, Soap realized that, after four years of hiding a marriage to his best friend in the world from quite literally everyone he knew, he’d have to fess up. Not only that, he’d have to file for divorce, which was something that neither he nor Gaz had taken into consideration when they had signed their names in the Register Office all those years ago.
It all came to a head when Johnny got injured in the field. Nothing major, just a few broken bones and a hell of a concussion, but he had woken up to Gaz and Ghost sitting on either side of his hospital bed, Gaz’s clear contrition only matched by Ghost’s clear confusion. The first question out his mouth was why Gaz was listed as Soap’s next of kin and emergency contact, which snowballed into a full confession, corroborated by Price when he stuck his head in to check on Soap a few minutes later.
Ghost, after recovering from his initial shock, found the entire situation hilarious and, months later, after both the divorce papers and the new notice of marriage had gone through, took delight in calling himself Johnny’s second husband, which never failed to make any rookie caught eying the sergeant shake in their boots at the thought of what someone like Ghost did to Johnny’s first husband. Soap and Gaz still wore their rings, because they had always been more like friendship bracelets than anything else, and Johnny’s left ring finger was quickly occupied by a silver ring made from one of Simon’s ID Discs.
Gaz was disappointed about having to move back into on-base housing, but it didn’t last long because Price had been waiting for four years for his sergeants to figure their shit out and file for divorce so that he could make his move and he wasn’t about a waste a single second. And if anyone accused them of moving too quickly, well… they were all military men, after all.
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sleepytownzzz · 21 days ago
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she got away // (technically) pricefield x chappell roan
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risingsunresistance · 6 months ago
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wha... hey for those of you who have told me you've never played minecraft, or you have bedrock but not java... minecraft is. on sale? this thing NEVER goes on sale-
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awingedllama · 1 year ago
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finally making a little headway on my save file again! i'm playing around right now with moving/resizing lots
this is foundry cove in willow creek with a 30x60 lot (houses lot) and a 40x30 (pool lot). if you want to know how to resize/move lots here's some tutorials: 1 2
if there's a giant hole in your terrain after moving a lot, that's normal. you have to fill it in with something (either by expanding another lot to cover it, or using a rug that matches the grass)
i would love the ability to add more lots. i know twistedmexi's CAW is going to introduce that feature, but i literally can't wait. all i want is six tiny 20x15 lots squished next to each other
and the problem with resizing lots through S4S is that the map looks strange when the resized lot is built on. maybe i could offset the lot position on the map to fix it...idk. will keep testing!
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whimsicalcotton · 1 month ago
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average tuesday in the blackwell cafeteria
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gauloiseblue · 8 months ago
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COD men as Party Animals characters
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beanbagbuddies4life · 7 months ago
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Fins the Seal
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Born March 4, 2003
My playground is the arctic sea There is no place I'd rather be I'll sunbathe on the rocky shore And then dive in and swim some more !
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5mcsinatrenchcoat · 5 months ago
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"I will complain but I will play it anyway", "No one hates Dragon Age like Dragon Age fans" well I am too old and tired for all that shit. Been for a long time. I come to play these games to relax and have fun, and have fun I shall.
(This does not include, like, valid criticisms of certain topics handling, for example. I mean the other things.)
This is my official statement that this blog is a "yes fun allowed" zone.
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velveteenshadow · 4 months ago
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Someone had to do it
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shocotate · 2 years ago
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鋼の錬金術師 版権 直筆画
FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST Blu-ray Disc Box Main Visual
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sleepgarden · 7 months ago
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new headdress I'm working on for my shop. Lambkin, the pet name varré gives us in elden ring, is such a cute word. The pink yarn is very light against the cream, it's hard to capture but it "blushes" in light, almost disappearing under certain angles and light! Accented with antique lace, and it'll have a gorgeous matching ribbon and bows.
I haven't posted any personal work in a while so here's something I'm taking time on for myself ^-^
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theangrycomet-art · 6 days ago
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Ogerpon being cute!
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For you bestie, of course.
Ogerpon's face is so cute I forgot she had legs. It's not my fault she's shaped like a stingray. A perfect leaf-themed sea pancake.
On leggies.
She's crouching...
Lol I'm exhuasted
Requests OPEN Until Nov. 8th
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