#sweet affirmations

[happyheidi]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. September will bring blessings.

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[s0fter-sin]

soap's whole deal being sniper and demolitions gets me going bc on the surface they sound so different but when you get into it, you realise it's bc soap's smart

sniping is all math; calculating distances and wind interference and bullet drop. something i think people overlook is he was listed as a sniper first so it can be implied that he's better at it than demolitions. he does more sniping in both campaigns than demolitions work; in capture or kill, ghost specifically calls on him to take down the aq snipers

and demolitions is math with a hit of chemistry; knowing what mixes with what, knowing how much to use, recognising environmental factors and adjusting accordingly. it's not just about the boom; so much work goes into contained/ planned explosions. especially when having enough power for a breacher charge and not bringing down the whole building is the difference between mission success and failure

the chemical bombs he makes in alone can't just be any old cleaners, they have to have the correct reaction to each other; he just knew off the top of his head what would mix with what to create what reaction. he would also potentially have to recognise them by sight/smell bc they would’ve been written in spanish

soap would also have to know architecture; recognising structural integrity and weak points so he knows exactly where to plant a charge to bring it down and how it'll come down

he has an incredible soldier's mind people just forget that bc he's sociable which itself is a skill

we know he tends to buck against orders he doesn't agree with like when he pushes back against ghost in capture or kill and shepherd when he tells them to release hassan

he gets closer to people and sees if he can trust them and that's when he follows them without question. really think about how he talks to alejandro and rudy; he asks about their home and alejandro's family and rudy's relationship with him. those aren't questions you ask a stranger after a few hours of knowing them. that's not even touching on his relationship with ghost

he also deliberately brings people of higher ranks down to his level; talking informally with ghost and giving him a shoulder punch, addressing alejandro (a colonel!!) by his first name and rudy by his nickname despite literally just meeting them. he personalises all of them and it’s in direct opposition to the reason most characters do that; it’s not due to insubordination or lack of respect, the more he respects and trusts someone, the more casual he is with them

he digs into people; he wants to know what makes them tick and that determines if he can one, trust them and two, follow their orders. once he decides that, he's the ultimate soldier; he bleeds loyalty which makes him vicious when that loyalty is taken for granted

he isn't naive or bubbly or insecure; he's an incredibly smart and aware soldier. he's aggressive and bloodthirsty and loyal and intuitive and i love him so much

[livingmydreamlife5555]

I truly love how easy it is to manifest y'all. I'm gonna to stop myself from over consuming so I don't go through a rabbit hole or something like that. I'm already doing everything right so I don't need anymore information 🤞🏾

It's so easy istg (I am never allowing myself to overcomplicate LOA ever again)

[wakeywakeyjakey]

Me: I wish more people would write BruHarvey fics where Bruce genuinely loves and accepts Harv too and wants him as much as he wants Harvey rather than focusing on reforming or “fixing” him.

Me:

ETA: It exists now!

[naboospeopleprincess]

I think the heat gets to everyone’s head, no?

A Cousins summer beats any summer. The sun hung high in the cloudless sky, its rays beating down on the pool deck where Selkie!Reader and Belly lounged in matching bikinis. The smell of coconut tanning oil filled the air as they stretched out on their towels, soaking in the warmth.

"God, this is perfect," Belly murmured, shifting slightly as she turned her face toward the sun. Her skin glistened with the oil, shimmering as if it were a second skin, just like yours.

"Mm-hmm," You hummed in agreement, eyes closed behind your sunglasses. The heat wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and the faint sound of waves in the distance added to the lazy summer vibe.

The only thing that could make this better was something cold and sweet to cut through the heat. And as if on cue, the sound of footsteps padded toward them. You cracked one eye open just in time to see Jeremiah and Conrad strolling back from the house, each holding ice cream cones that were already beginning to melt in the oppressive summer heat.

"Look what we found," Jeremiah called, grinning as they approached. His eyes immediately swept over you and Belly, lingering just a little too long on the sheen of oil glistening on your skin. He handed an ice cream cone to Belly, then offered one to you, his grin widening as you sat up to take it.

"Thanks," you said, reaching for the cone, your fingers brushing against his for just a moment. The cold of the ice cream was a sharp contrast to the hot, sticky air, and you brought it to your lips eagerly.

But the heat had other plans. Before you could get a proper bite, a thick drop of the sweet, cold liquid dripped from the cone, landing squarely on your collarbone, just above the line of your bikini.

"Damn it," you muttered, your free hand already moving to wipe it away.

But Jeremiah was quicker.

"Hold on," he said, stepping closer, his voice playful but with an edge of something else. Before you could protest or even register what was happening, he leaned in, his mouth hovering dangerously close to your skin.

His tongue darted out, slow and deliberate, as he licked the melted ice cream from your skin. The sensation of his warm tongue against the cool, sticky sweetness sent a jolt through your body, breath catching in your throat.

"Jeremiah!" Belly squealed, half-laughing, half-shocked, but her voice barely registered. All you could focus on was the lazy grin on Jeremiah’s face as he straightened up, his blue eyes dancing with mischief.

“Couldn’t let it go to waste,” he said, his voice low, that teasing smile never leaving his lips.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you rolled your eyes, trying to act unfazed despite the warmth flooding your cheeks. “You're impossible.”

Jeremiah laughed, licking his own ice cream as he leaned back against one of the lounge chairs. “Yeah, but you love it.”

Conrad, who had been watching the whole thing with a smirk, shook his head, clearly entertained by the exchange. Belly, meanwhile, was still giggling, glancing between the two of them with wide eyes.

You took a breath, willing your pulse to slow as you settled back onto your towel. But even as you closed your eyes and tried to relax, the feeling of Jeremiah’s tongue against your skin lingered, more intoxicating than the summer heat itself.

[strawberryicedcookies]

IF YOU ARE MANIFESTING AN SP, LISTEN UPP 🧏🏿‍♀️.!!

stop worshipping yalls sp, STOPP☹️ baby you dont even know how bad i hate seeing this! i know you’ve heard to put yourself on the pedestal a gazillion times, but im serious. yes they are attractive, but your sexier, they are crazy over YOU. duh you like them (your literally in a relationship with them *wink wink*) but literally worshipping the ground they walk on is insane “omg he touched my shirt im never washing it” 🌚 BABY STAND UPP LORDD. bestfriend YOU are the catch.

also stop acting as if theyre not already yours 😭. “I NEED THEM SO BAD” shawty you need what?? who?? 🤦🏿‍♀️😭 how can you need something you already have, it literally doesn’t make any type of sense..! 😭 i love hearing you guys manifesting your sp’s but damn shawty, it gets to a pointtt. ☹️

SO BASICALLY if your taking any advice from me,et it be this. They are already yours baby, you have them, they are YOURS live in the wish fulfilled (and please stop obsessing, everytime i see yall kiss the ground they walk on i literally want to cry)

literally do this and continue your normal manifestation routine and maintain a good mental diet, your unstoppable.

i love you so much baby stay soft and stay safe 🎀.!!

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

The “Ghost puts you in a headlock during sex” propaganda is getting to me

[snowivivienne]

1% better everyday is 365% in one year. Imagine if you just put 1% more effort into your mental health, your hair, your skincare and your energy everyday. Imagine where you would be. ୨୧˚·

[maevesia]

[thepoetryofascension]

five years ago, i rarely left my bed. i cared very little about living another day—honestly, every second that i was awake was excruciating, but now i feel so intensely a vigor for life; a joy that has rooted deep within me. i didn’t arrive here simply by happenstance; i walked right into my suffering—into my innermost mortuary—and began the arduous task of creating life; i did that again and again until i felt free. even at my most apathetic, i knew that this feeling was worth fighting for—and it is more vivid than i imagined.

[happyheidi]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. August will bring blessings.

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[vulture-jack]

just had my preop for top surgery! by christmas itll be done. I'm still hesitant to celebrate. I won't feel like im not cursing it to Not Happen until its Over. but I'm starting to get really excited.

[livingmydreamlife5555]

ARGGGGG I ALREADY HAVE MY DREAM LIFE AND THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT

Me to myself

[gingermintpepper]

I was reading the Orphic Argonautica last night and the author has mentioned the various methods of divination Apollo knows and guess what? One of them is prophesying by studying the entrails of organisms. As soon as I read that I was reminded of your headcanon of Apollo being into hepatoscopy for divination and I giggled.

Awww 😳😳It's so nice of you to think of me!

Hehe, so fun fact, the overall practice of divination by studying the entrails of animals (including blood, lungs, intestines and so forth) is extispicy while hepatoscopy is specifically using the liver in prophecy and divination readings.

If, like magic in old text exactly like the sort Medea is described as using, the types of divination spoken about in the texts are reflections of the popular divination cultures of the time, I much rather prefer ascribing those to Apollo than I do some vague, somewhat mysterious power which he uses to see the will of the fates, especially since it's mentioned a few times that he'll teach his sons the language of the birds and how to read their signs and so on and so forth.

In short: HEPATOSCOPY APOLLO IS COOL!! HE'S SO NEAT!! Apollo at the altar who predicts the coming droughts and famines from the entrails of his flock!! It's just such a neat little image (to me)!

Also the Orphic Argonautica bangs, genuinely I hope you enjoy it! Orpheus is an insane man and I do not think him along with the collective subspecies of mythical man known as 'sons of Apollo' get enough credit for how truly unhinged they are at any given point in time.

[naboospeopleprincess]

HOT & STICKY 𖤓 SELKIE!READER X JEREMIAH FISHER

The sky over Cousins Beach was churning, thick clouds rolling in from the horizon. The weather report had been dire—something about a tropical storm intensifying into a hurricane by nightfall—but inside the Fisher house, it was eerily quiet. With everyone else out running last-minute errands, the only sounds were the distant rumble of thunder and the slow hum of the air conditioner struggling against the suffocating heat.

The humidity inside wasn’t much better. It wrapped around everything, making your sheer white off-shoulder shirt cling to you like a second skin. Tiny beads of sweat glistened on your arms and neck as you pushed open the sliding glass door to the porch, already dreading the task ahead.

You stepped outside, barefoot on the warm wooden planks, and surveyed the scattered patio furniture. Jeremiah was already there, his tanned skin practically glowing under the heavy gray sky. He gave you a slow grin, eyes lazily dragging over your outfit—a too-thin white shirt paired with tiny bike shorts, hair piled up in a messy knot.

“Well, don’t you look ready for the storm,” he teased, wiping his hands on his board shorts as he approached.

You rolled your eyes, though your lips twitched into a small smile. “You said we needed to bring in the furniture. I’m not about to do that in a sweatshirt.”

Jeremiah laughed, that easy, boyish sound carrying over the thick, humid air. He took a step closer, close enough now that you could smell the faint salt from the ocean lingering on his skin. “Trust me, I’m not complaining. You look… well, let’s just say I’m definitely not rushing to finish this job.”

Heat flushed through you, but ignoring it, you turn towards the scattered chairs instead. “Come on,” you muttered, bending down to grab one of the outdoor cushions. “Let’s just get this done before the rain starts.”

His grin widened, but he didn’t press you—at least, not yet. As they worked, the wind started to pick up, blowing your hair loose from its knot and sending strands flying across your face. Jeremiah, however, seemed unbothered. In fact, he was far more interested in the way your skin glistened under the humidity. He shot you a look over his shoulder as he grabbed the last chair.

“I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but you have a serious glow going on right now.” His voice was low, teasing, but there was an edge to it you couldn’t ignore.

You looked up, wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. “It’s the sweat, Jere. We’re practically melting out here.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he moved closer, abandoning his task of stacking the chairs for now. “Nah, I think it’s more than that. There’s something about you…” He trailed off, his blue eyes dropping to your lips for a brief moment before catching your gaze again. “You’re shining.”

Your stomach flipped at the way he looked at you, his usual playful smirk turning into something more heated, more intense. You tried to shake it off, focusing on the last of the cushions, but when you stood up again, Jeremiah was right there—close enough to brush against you if either of them moved even a fraction of an inch.

“Jeremiah,” you began, trying to keep things light, but the way he was looking at you made it impossible.

He grinned, tilting his head as if he hadn’t just closed the space between them. “What? We’re just having a little fun, right?” His hand brushed lightly against your arm, the touch featherlight but enough to send a shiver up your spine. “You know, there’s no one else around...”

Your breath hitched, the electric tension between them almost unbearable in the thick, humid air. You knew where he was going with this, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to stop it.

“Jere…” you warned, though your voice came out softer than you intended. It wasn’t exactly convincing.

He moved closer, his hand still grazing your arm, sending little sparks through you. “Come on,” he murmured, his voice lower now, intimate. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel this too.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, the storm growing closer, but it felt like nothing compared to the storm brewing between them. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but Jeremiah beat you to it.

His hand slid down to your wrist, tugging you just slightly toward him. “It’s just us. No one’s going to come back for hours. And we’re stuck inside until this storm passes...” His voice trailed off, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. “Why not enjoy ourselves a little?”

Your cheeks flushed, the heat from his touch and the heavy air making you dizzy. He wasn’t wrong. They were alone, the house empty, the world outside threatening to collapse under the weight of the incoming storm.

And for a brief, reckless moment, the only thing you wanted was to give in to the electricity crackling between them.

[junnylunny]

peaceful days:

even after being married for 5 years, every winter you and heeseung head to the beach to enjoy the weather, eat good food, and to spend some time healing.

: ̗̀➛ you are now listening to "for lovers" by lamp´ˎ˗

includes- fluff, words of affirmation, sweet husband, quality time ༊*·˚

word count- 323

"i love this weather," you said, swinging around heeseung's hand in excitement. although you were familiar with the smell of the beach, the touch of the sand, and the cold touch of the water, visits to the beach made you excited.

"i know you do," heeseung replied, happily moving along with your swings.

"do you remember the first time we came here?" he asked.

"of course i do silly."

"i remember holding your hand just like this," he said looking down at your interlocked fingers with his. "and looking at your face instead of the beach," he reminded you.

you shook your head in embarrassment. "i can't believe you," you laughed.

"and you're still beautiful," he said, stopping his tracks to take a closer look at you.

"i'll never forget our first date," heeseung said.

"you know what else i'll never forget?" you mischievously asked.

"what?" he asked, tilting his head..

"how i splashed you!!" you exclaimed, pulling him towards the ocean.

"no!!" he exclaimed back, trying to pull away, but caving in eventually.

you and heeseung continued to splash each other until you both grew tired, laying down heavily onto the cold sand.

“i know it’s hard with the kids around now, but thank you for taking me here,” you said.

“anything for you princess,” heeseung said, assuring you.

“i love you so much.” you said, holding his cheeks with your palm.

“i love you more,” heeseung said, taking your hand to his lips and kissing your palm. 

"let's continue to come back when the weather is like this," heeseung said, reaching out his hand for you to grip.

you grab his hand, interlocking hands once more and look at the quiet ocean view, looking at the past, the present, and the future you'll have with him.

"let’s go to our favorite restaurant now." heeseung raised himself, helping you up afterwards, slowly walking back to the car while enjoying each moment.