#taken pub

[bibleofficial]

bath is such a tourist trap 😭😭 the roman baths were neat but that’s literally all there is

[mostlyuk]

London, 2024

[mmmatchasims]

[messy-does-cosmology]

Lol there is this LGBT bookshop near me run by this married couple and they mostly just stock their own self-published books and graphic novels

[lowrylesbian]

finally collected photos of all the bracelets i made for the whiteout :)

[skrimbloz]

Having a jacket with massive pockets is great bc I can take my Ninjago minifigs wherever I go for extra emotional support

[ssaalexblake]

It turns out that trying to create an embroidery pattern with nothing but a blurry pixelated photo of a pub sign in some random place in Yorkshire as your only reference is really hard 🤷

[hhawkeye]

went out last night. just wanna give a shoutout to the dudes in mcdonalds loudly debating my gender. honoured to be the subject of your conversation lads

[moodyseal]

I love studying humanistic subjects because no matter what happens as long as you know the basic facts/concepts you can add a bit of flourish and personal speculation and call it a day. With STEM subjects on the other hand it's always like "If you don't know how to recite the definition of this concept word for word forwards and backwards you will die"

[hello-god-its-me-sara]

Look I know Cillian says he’s open to doing a peaky blinders movie

But I think he’s lying

Like if you’ve ever seen him talk about how much he hates that haircut

I think he’s going to take his Oppenheimer prestige and say “you can’t make me do anything anymore” and go home

[dnangelic]

last cap comparison but this panel is always so good to me because a) dark's absolutely evil anime villain face b) daisuke's dialogue talking about how dark's always there for him to completely offset that and c) dark's grip

[commonpigeon]

did i ever tell yous my history and politics teacher used to call me karla marx

[eowylesbian]

dublin was awesome yesterday, definitely up there in as the least stressed and tired i have ever been in dublin

[simonsrileyhusband]

nsfw

simon who fucks you in the bathroom of a pub after some random guy flirted with you. he made sure you looked fucked out and were covered in red marks vefore leaving the bathroom so that guy (and anyone, really) knows you are taken.

[yeyinde]

this is absolutely stunning. and angst demon??? i've quite literally never heard a better phrase uttered for Simon before. this triumphs everything, and i'll now be referring to him as angst demon forever 🖤

Have you ever thought of Ghost falling for Someone not in the military? I feel like you would write them so well

*sips tea, british tea* i haveeeee. but it’s fluff central, y’know? cause ‘she’s’ normal and he’s an angst-demon.

they’d meet because they work in something convenient for when he comes back ‘home’. it’s like a proper quintessential pub—but it makes a British tea like no one else and does an all-day fry-up that he often dreams about when he’s eating shit from a pouch.

mostly he loves that the locals know one another. that they nod at him when he pushes inside, stamps the rain from his boots. he’d feel safe, because they know when strangers have stepped in. the vibe changing, shifting in each patron—and the walls.

when he steps inside, his eyes land on her face.

she doesn’t look immediately, so he’s able to capture a moment of effortless laughter spreading across her features. something which helps shake off the grip of war and tension from his shoulders.

because there’s lots of time between them seeing one another, there’s always something different about her. sometimes a hair cut, sometimes a new earring—this time, it’s both. little stars hanging from her ears made more evident by the way she’s tied her hair away from her face.

he’s danced around her for a long time, neither of them really taking the step past flirting. for him, it’s the risk—she’s normal, untouched, never having been ruined by death, war or bullets.

but then, it’s snowing (it’s very cold here and it has snowed down south as we speak) and he offers to walk her to her car. her hand digging into her pocket, jingling her keys as he stuffs his hands in his own jacket.

he knows it’s odd to just stare at her, but it’s his treat—his reward. and after some more standing and silent staring, she unlocks her car, commenting, “do you know how perfect it would be if you grew a pair and kissed me in the snow, riley?” her hand opening the car door, shaking her head with a devious smile.

“guess I’ll have to wait for a shooting star, instead.”

and as she goes to open her car door, he slams it shut and does just that. kissing her against her car, her hips flush to his, chest against his—her spine against snowy glass and cold metal as her keys jingle close to his ears.

[alnilaem]

cw for kidnapping and emotional manipulation

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Ghost spots a bird across the pub with her wings clipped. She trembles as she watches her friend disappear into the sea of gyrating bodies, holding onto a man she just met and is deciding to abandon her for.

“You don’t mind, right?” Her friend had asked.

She chirped ditheringly. “Um… sure, yeah. You go have fun.”

A fickle smile split her cheeks. A warm wash of liquid glossed her eyes.

Ghost watches her watching her friend. Sadness is written into her features. That type of sadness so deep-seated you feel it crushing your ribs, denting your heart. She sighs and hangs her head, staring down at her drink. Her ice cube has melted, the salt crusting her rim having hardened. Her shoulder start to shake.

Ghost decides it would be remiss of him to not check up on her. The bird with frilly feathers and bent wings, wounded, too feeble to fight back.

He throws back the rest of his drink. He doesn’t wince at the burn, but still, Ghost’s face puckers into something different. Something mean as he approaches her and lays his elbow on the bar’s sticky countertop, splitting his hand across the top of her spine.

“What’s a bird like you doin’ all alone?”

She girdles. It’s like she’s been folded in two and hung out to dry, the way she shrinks into herself and flexes her shoulders.

His words hang stagnant for a few seconds. Perhaps it will make him lose interest and slip away, but Ghost is a persistent one. The badges embroidered into his uniform are a testament to that.

He passes his thumb over her neck. She shivers.

“I… um. Well, my boyfriend’s in the bathroom.”

Ghost almost chuckles. The bird says it with such skittish conviction that surely, not even she believes it.

He grunts. “It’s rude to lie, y’know.”

She gulps. “My friend’s with me.”

“The one that just left you?” He asks. “A pretty shit friend, if you ask me. A bird like you deserves someone better.”

She purses her lips because they begin to quiver. She tries shouldering him away, tries blinking back the fat tears of brine that threaten to thaw and slip down her cheek. Her voice is distorted with discomfort and self-pity when she replies, “That’s stupid. I just want her to be happy.”

“And her?” Ghost prompts. He distracts her with his rough lilt as he slips his hand low, into the divot between her ass and waist. “How often does she fuck off with the men you fancy?“

She flinches. It’s the sudden recoil of her muscles, and her mind’s attempt at getting away from him.

“I-it’s not like that.”

“Yeah?” He asks. “It’s not like she leaves you alone every time you go out, lookin’ like a dolt when she finds someone more fun?”

She swallows thickly. Her lips warble around her next words. “… Sometimes, I guess.”

Ghost’s cock jumps. The fat mass pushes against his jeans, angled towards her.

“Yeah,” he croons. “I know how hard it can be. Why don’t you come over to my flat, huh? Give ‘er a taste of her own medicine.”

She inches away. Ghost only holds her tighter, gripping that broken little wing of hers and doting on it.

“I don’t… do that stuff. Sorry.”

Something primal in Ghost barks. That stuff. She’s never taken dick? Or never taken dick from a stranger? Either way, Ghost’s cock stirs and starts drooling on his thigh. She can probably see it. That blotchy stain on his jeans under the mellow lighting.

“I play nice, bird,” he mutters. “And wouldn’t it be nice to get back at them? Your mate? All those blokes who ignored you?”

She squeezes her thighs when Ghost settles his hand on her ass. She has trouble pulling them back apart, her thighs that is, as they’re adhered with slick.

“I asked you a question. Wouldn’t it be nice?”

“I guess so…” she whimpers. Keening into Ghost’s whispering touch, the heat of his cock.

He pulls a wad of cash from his pocket and slams it onto the table. He stands up, looking something like a predator on its hind legs, and pulls her from the barstool.

“Let’s go, pretty bird,” he leashes his hand around the base of her neck, leading her outside and into his rust-spattered truck. “You deserve it.”

A stroke of heat licks up her innards. She’s already dazed by the time she’s in his truck, preening as he splits his hand across her leg and digs divots into her thigh, kneading her supple flesh. She’s bleary eyes and impaired on arousal as they drive past the city’s margins and into the outback, the roads turning pebbled.

She’s too excited, too sweet to heed Ghost pulling her out of his truck and hauling her into a neglected flat.

She only feels his hands on her, big and warm. And the cool carbon steel of handcuffs locking around her ankle.

She smiles.