#simone is... *heart eyes*

[80s-reject]

l*** e*** l***** caught in 4k

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Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish knows what sacrifice and compromise is all about, but he is still the youngest SAS soldier on Task Force 141 (SUPPORT my entire video on tiktok please)

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[bluegiragi]

pull yourself together.

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[abstract-venus]

Yo, why did they have to make Edwin look so heartbreakingly beautiful when he was absolutely covered in his own blood? Like calm down please

[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

au where ghost, by recommendation of his therapist, starts writing as a hobby. its not very helpful, at least at first. it feels like a chore, but ghost is nothing if not tenacious. hes going to prove the doc wrong and show them that he cant be helped. his journals (because he was going to give this thing his all, and handwriting everything was the best way to do it) are mostly a lot of angry scribbled thoughts and self loathing. but slowly, over time, things start to shift. more positive things start peppering the anger and the melancholy. the whole process feels less like a burden and more like a release.

then he starts writing less reality. more little anecdotes sprinkled with a smidge of hyperbole. some outlandish dreams he had the previous night. small fictions that still act as an outlet for his feelings.

as his skills grow, his therapist suggests writing a novel. something long term and sustained to put his little hobby to the test. its a commitment, sure, and a lot of work to get there, but hes never shied away from a challenge before. like with everything in his life, he dives in chest first.

the doc wasnt wrong, writing the thing was rough. borderline impossible sometimes. but slowly, storylines rise and fall. characters grow and change. the manuscript begins, and just as uneventfully it ends. he wrote a novel. now what?

nothing, he decides. it was catharsis, nothing more nothing less. but then some little shits (roach and gaz) find the bound stack of papers in his office (purposefully hidden under some overdue paperwork) and BEG him to let them read it. he isnt sure at first, but the puppydog eyes work and he reluctantly relents.

hes expecting ridicule, maybe some teasing compliments or even critiques. he wasnt expecting the two of them to ambush him the next day, half feral and wanting more. they spent the entire night reading it, nearly missing the start of breakfast because they were too engrossed.

somehow, they convince him to try for an agent. somehow, he manages to snag one. somehow, that agent loves his work enough to pitch it to several publishing houses (under a pseudonym, of course). and somehow, it gets picked up for publication.

holding the glossy hardback all that time later, ghost isnt sure what happened. he isnt sure how in the world he went from alone and angry, grieving and isolated, to this. the book is somehow a bestseller, with rave reviews all over the place. its honestly kind of nerve wracking??? the only people who know about him and it are his team. (price definitely didnt shed a tear when presented with a signed first edition copy. the sergeants absolutely did.)

he isnt sure how to feel when the new sergeant joins, all knife smiles and cutting words, waltzing into his base with a battered copy of that very book under his arm. a battered copy filled to the brim with red pen and tabs, scribbled criticism that cuts the story to the bone and picks apart every little failing scrawled in every margin. it should annoy him. it should make him hate the man, one john mactavish, all that much more.

he cant help but find him fascinating.

(maybe he might even get some ideas for the next book. thats the only reason he cant stop seeking his opinions.)

[pedripics]

do you by any chance have the video of pedri laporte and unai singing in the dressing room (can’t remember from which tournament it’s from but not the sin señal one)

[3amfanfiction]

Thinking about Simon who’s always used to men and women giving way to him. If he says something, it’s obeyed. Whether there’s nervous fluttering at first or what.

But then he meets you.

And at first it’s exactly like he expected—he pushes and you bend. It’s all stuttering words, darting eyes, wringing hands. But then things line up just right where he hits one of your ‘absolutely not’ buttons with no idea.

Maybe you had been arguing about him inviting himself into your life. Assigning himself the role of boyfriend without ever thinking to get your approval. And you’re trying to be firm, really you are! He’s so intimidating though.

But then he says something just wrong right.

And like the flip of a switch you won’t put up with any of his bullshit.

Maybe he says something like, can’t have pets in military housing while looking at your sweet angel hiding around the corner and you’re all there ain’t no way he just said that.

Cue your expression evening out and your words becoming steady as you tear into him, reading him for absolute filth before giving him third degree karmic burns.

I think that would be a really interesting dynamic

TLDR:

He tries to pull crap and you knock him down a peg or three

[stupidr3dpanda]

Ugh the dying urge to sit on Simon's face and have him suffocating between my chubby thighs, see his eyes roll back when I move my hips against his mouth, feel his hands on my tits and pulling at my nipples, his tongue making slow circles on my clit and his silenced moans and grunts making me cum on his pretty face uuhhhgggg! :(

[kruemel8]

I was rewatching the valentine‘s ball scene today as one does when on a family vacation 😏. And look at Simon blatantly checking Wille out. I mean his „date“ was standing right beside him!!!💀 I love Simon so much for this!

[pinkmoonmp3]

simone ashley via instagram

[r0ttenb0gb0dy]

// eyes like a car crash // i know i shouldn't look, but i can't turn away // body like a whiplash // salt my wounds, but i can't heal the way // i feel about you //

a little 09 ghoap for the soul in this dreary friday. lyrics are from deathbeds by bring me the horizon .

[dislikedmango0]

[frick-yes-dragons]

what did they put in the water that made these bitches so transgender and in love and where can I get some

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

I think it's cool about this episode is that it starts with one person with that Schmidt obviously sees a little bit of doubt in CC's eyes which sets off a chain of events which activates Winston, which then activates Nick, which then somehow ends up with Jess also in the ducts. And it starts with one idea of a person looking in someone's eyes, and it ends with a collapse of the ceiling onto the top of the all parties involved. -Lamorne

[natelia-aldelliz]

Ghost gifts a single tiny ear loop to Soap one day. Says he noticed Soap had pierced ears. That rings keep from handling a gun or a knife properly. He doesn't make eye contact, tries to hide his face, even as he's already wearing his balaclava.

Soap blinks. Ghost has already given him gifts and only behaved that way for the very first one. He doesn't understand. The earring is very simple, but seems to be made of expensive material and not only covered with a thin leaf of gold.

"Didnae it come with another one?" he says, jokingly.

But Ghost flushes, turns his head, and lifts his mask, only enough for Soap to see the glinting of the other earring on his ear. Suddenly he understands that it's not simply a gift. Ghost favoured practicality, but he wanted to give him a ring.

He grabs his hand as it falls back down.

"Simon, what is this?" he asks softly, not daring to be hopeful just yet.

With his other hand, he reaches out to gently turn Simon's head back towards him. His cheeks and his nose are flushed, it makes the warmth of his dark eyes, generally hidden behind a sneer or a bored expression, undeniable.

He looks nervous. Johnny's heart is beating faster. Could it really be...?

"I know", Simon starts then pauses, uncertain. "I know I'm probably not what you thought you'd have, when you were younger" Soap wants to interrupt, to scoff, to protest that Simon is way better than anyone he could have hoped for, but doesn't. He never wants to cut off his love when he's barely starting to open up.

"I know that I'm not easy to be with some days, that I'm not friendly and easy going like you, like someone you'd deserved to be with." he continues, unconsciously pushing his face more into Soap's hand. "But... I love you, more than I thought I could, and I'd like... I'd like to be with you, for as long as you'd have me..."

Johnny's heart is soaring. He has no idea how to react. He'd have to get all the giddiness out first, and the moment doesn't seem appropriate for jumping around and squealing.

"Officially," Simon continues, voice quieter, out of breath. "If you want to."

A gigantic grin splits Johnny's face. All of his limbs are buzzing, he needs to stand up, to run, to explode something. But he's terrified to spook Simon so instead he just squeezes the hand he's holding rhythmically and moves his feet back and forth.

"Baby, are ye asking me tae marry ye?" Johnny says. He's pretty sure his voice is wobbly, but can't really hear it himself as the blood in his ears is louder than the rest.

Simon's eyes do something, what is visible of his face looks like he has an expression on but Johnny can't analyze it now, doesn't dare to see the hope in his eyes, the pleading in his brows.

"I... Yes, I guess I am," the love of his life says finally. "If you want to. You don't have to."

Soap can't keep himself in check any longer. He's making a high pitched noise, jumping up and down where he's seating on the bed, and throws himself at Simon.

"Of course ah fooking want tae!!!"

Simon lets out an excited giggle, swept in Johnny's mood, and tightens his arms around his lover. No, his fiancé.

This is the best day of his life. He just has to deal with this mission tomorrow, and then they can start to plan everything.

[levok]

They need to stop doing this right now!! (no please don't stop, I am begging you)