#talkin bout my generation

[isaacsapphire]

Him: "The parenting philosophy of the 90s seems like it was taylored to create radicals, extremists, and suicide bombers."

[xxplastic-cubexx]

do you have any personal headcanons about charles that you’re willing to share? if so i will go on my hands and knees and beg on behalf of all your followers for the juicy deets, this is your chance to yap about him for as long as humanly possible 🛐🙏🏻✨

ooohhh im bad at hcs..... but i do have. a few:

firm believer charles is a model-kit enjoyer and likes keeping his hands busy overall: started off with ship-in-a-bottle kits but over time gravitated towards cars and aircrafts

on that note, he's a slight vintage car buff/appreciator

has great upper body and core strength. he doesn't get a lot of opportunities to demonstrate it, but it catches people off guard when he can

can play at least ONE instrument. money's either on piano or violin. not much of a singer, but might hum to himself

probably gives killer shoulder massages

started collecting hats as a teenager and has numerous baseball caps. despite this, he isn't super into baseball itself and the hats themselves are probably the least worn of his collection. nowadays, despite not wearing hats as often as he used to, he favors fedora and bowler hats

wrist watch collector. has an anti-magnetic set in his collection, though rarely actually wears them

certified rambler this isn't even a hc but i must assert it extends beyond inspirational speeches and lore drops. ask him what book he's reading and he'll give you a verbal dissertation about it

favorite tea's chamomile

dyes his eyebrows to be darker (this is partially a joke.. and yet.....)

[todayisafridaynight]

Do you not interact with the rgg fandom as much as you did before? I remember back then you’d tweet and reply quite a bit but now you just post art every now and then is there a specific reason?

i interact with the rgg fandom as much as i always have, i just post art less compared to the like. comic-a-day thing i had going on a while ago lol

and there's no decisive reason for that: i just dont have any rgg to post ! whenever people inbox me here though i'm fully prepared to write a 30-tag ramble in response; even if i dont post about a thing i'm always excited to talk about it :]

[spotsupstuff]

What does your header mean? And I don’t mean that in a “I was too lazy to use a translation app” way, but in a “it sounds like a reference to something or maybe a poem but I’m not sure” kinda way…

i'll give my own translation too, but let it be known to you that i am genuinely happy that you clarified you're not asking in the "too lazy to try n look myself" way

it translates to "I won't wash my hands for a little while, I don't want to take the pollen from your skin away from myself" and it's a lyric from the czech song called Skládanka (Little Puzzle, i think) by Jan and František Nedvědovi. the song is about waking up with your lover in the bed, it's a lazy slow morning and you don't want to get up but you have to part because the world needs you in work. it's basically just singing about how endlessly the singer loves his wife, that he just wants to be with her

my other favorite lines from it are!: • "Snad se mi zdáš, nebo nechápu nic, snad jsem jen blázen, co chtěl by víc, ty můj vánku, skládanko hezká z kouzelnejch chvil." // "Perhaps I'm just imagining you, or I don't understand nothing, perhaps I'm just a fool, which would want more, my breeze, beautiful little puzzle made of magical moments." • "A tvoje tvář je plná stop mých, začnu se bát, jestli to moje rád ti neublíží." / "And your face is full of my traces, I start to fear, if that loving of mine won't harm you."

while not my all time favorite song from them (that would be Růže z Papíru, translating to Rose made of Paper, or Tulácký Ráno, translating to uhh... Tramp in the Morning maybe???), Nedvědi translated n also wrote n then sung songs that i've all found out about from my parents when i was very little. their songs just remind me of the good times from my childhood

[isaacsapphire]

Regarding Obama care could be but I don’t think it’s a guarantee. Economy is also tougher now and I have friends who also still have to live with their parents because this city is so damn expensive. For me being covered by my parents health insurance has been a huge relief since I am a full time student with various medical and mental issues that make living independently’ hard. I suppose it could? If by that you mean kids aren’t thinking about stuff like taxes and healthcare.. which they should lol. I was filing W9s etc when I was in high school getting a job. But I entirely agree that kids these days are not equipped to handle adulthood and it’s complexities, and it often drives me nuts the lack of critical thinking…

Oh, I don't think it's a bad thing that the cutoff age was extended! I was uninsured for years back in the pre-existing conditions era when that was gambling with your life, and that was not a good thing or an avoidable one for me during the Recession. But it was me legally being officially my own problem and sure did light a fire under my ass.

Living with parents after 18 seems to have become more and more common since the Recession. On the one hand, it's a return to a more traditional pattern, but on the other hand all the cultural stuff around young adults living with their parents AS ADULTS had died off in the mainstream so the infantilization follows unsurprisingly. I've definitely seen a lot of White white collar homeowner parents just... let their adult children stay indefinitely rent free or well below market rate, still treating them like teenagers and running interference for them while they behave like teenagers. Blue collar parents I know seem to be much more active in getting their kids eg. dealing with their own car insurance and taxes and jobs even if they still live at home. Blue collar Whites are closer to ethnic White traditions that included adult children living at home though, so idk if it's a class thing or a culture thing more.

Wouldn't be surprised if the trend isn't a cause as well as an effect of housing market changes by now; the borderline retirement age people I know who have bought or kept houses in the last decade bought and retained family sized houses despite their being at the stage to be empty nesters, and most of them had at least one adult child living with them who appeared to have no interest in getting a career and their own place.

Idk, it seems like the drop in horniness and increase in mental health issues could be seen as either a cause or an effect too.

[thehappyvet]

saw ur post on taskmaster uk, was curious if u ever watched taskmaster australia ? (personally ive only seen season 2 of tm aus, watching season 1 rn, and its been Hilarious and im curious if the uk version is just as funny)

Yes I love AU taskmaster! Season 1 was a bit average but season 2 was so funny and chaotic I don't think I've laughed so much during a season! So excited for season 3 🥰

UK is pretty funny too but I think Australia's season 2 is the funniest season across all of them I've ever watched (NZ, UK and AU) but UK is still really good - if you want to dip your toes in try season 16 it has sam Campbell in it 💕

[bobcatsupreme]

Erm…. You like your little blorbo? He’s your “comfort character”? He’s a good pure little unproblematic cinnamon roll? Ok *stomps him to death*

[the-amazing-wrld-of-keith]

greendays first 2 albums r my favorite things evr :3

[realbacchus]

I know spiderman isn't just for kids, but there is a special kind of fondness that comes from watching movies from a young age, and I'm soooo happy for the current generation of kids who get spiderverse as their spiderman movies

[liyawritesss]

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Characters: Spider-Verse!Earth-42!Miles Morales [The Prowler] x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Fic

Word Count: 1.9k

Synopsis: Miles tells his Uncle Aaron the real reason why he’ll always answer his phone for you.

Warnings: Cursing, no usage of [y/n] or second person perspective, brief mention of potential gun usage, old school gang terms (Aaron refers to a gun as a 'pole') I envisioned a late teen 42!Miles so he’s around 17-18 here, but still keep it cute this is lil cuz we talkin’ bout here!!!

A/N: I know I said that the previous fic would more than likely be my only attempt at 42!Miles but the ugly ass nigga is growing on me so…here yall go i guess

Song Suggestions: “So Into You” (Remix) by Sydney Renae; “LORD FORGIVE ME” by Tobe Nwigwe ft. Fat Nwigwe & Pharrell; “Run Tha Streetz” by Tupac, Storm, Mutah, Michel’le

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It went without saying that if it didn’t pertain to family or business, Aaron wasn’t quite fond of the use of phones.

He had a real old school view on them; didn’t like how kids these days were always stuck nose deep into the devices. Of course, he came from a generation where a phone’s only use was to contact another person. He never got into the hype of the latest iPhones, nor did he understand the need for five different cameras attached to the device. The only benefit he saw with the rectangular device was that it made communication more prompt and precise (though he’d never admit that he appreciated being able to play any games he wanted, at his disposal, at any time he wished).

So, naturally, when Miles became old enough to engage in his ‘business’, the one rule Aaron posed that didn’t pertain to the ‘game’ was that him being on his phone was an absolute no-go.

“I ain’t got time for you to be distracted by that thing,” he’d said the very first night Aaron trusted the younger to bring him along, “if you gon’ be in, I need you to be all the way in. No half-assin’ this shit, you hear?”

And of course, Miles agreed, no matter how insufferable the first few weeks of patrol were when Aaron literally locked his cellular device in a safe back at the workshop. While it served to pry the connection the fifteen year old had with the device at the time, it was also his way of teaching Miles to not rely on the device for communication, prompting Miles to fortify new avenues of such. Aaron had a genius nephew, after all, and expected nothing less from the person who would soon take up his mantle as The Prowler.

Though, Aaron started to notice a shift in the practice behavior a few months ago, and it made him wonder had his teachings begun to fall short, even after a few years of the settled routine.

He’d notice the flexing of the younger’s arm whenever the faint buzz from the vibration of Miles’ phone sounded, no doubt squeezing the device in his pocket with his hand.

Aaron also was not ignorant to Miles’ dipping off to the side to answer a quick call in hushed tones, and the words used to address the other person on the line made it clear to the older man that it wasn’t Rio calling him, and it piqued Aaron’s curiosity even more.

Though, Aaron could never say anything, since Miles was sure to put his phone on do not disturb before heading out into the night, and the calls always remained under a minute or two, not taking too much time away from their very serious business. He found himself frustrated because Aaron couldn’t be mad at him for being responsible for his phone usage, despite his own feelings towards the usage of such devices. Yet, it irked him all the same when Miles would take a peek at his phone during a moment of down time, or when he’d caught the boy staring at his messages a couple of times during a debriefing session.

“Aye, c’mon man,” Aaron finally grumbles out one night, sucking his teeth at the sight of Miles tapping away on the brightly lit screen close to his face, illuminating his melanated features, “I need you outta that shit, we got work to do.”

“A’ight, a’ight,” says the younger as he finishes off a text, pocketing his phone and brushing past Aaron briskly, “just had to answer my girl real quick. I’m off it.”

“You better be,” Aaron scolds, “we need you at a’hunnid tonight, Miles. No excuses.”

Though Aaron wasn’t about to let Miles’ admission slip under the radar, the current task at hand was much more pressing than the revelation that his nephew was seeing someone. He’d have to play the father figure role after tonight's mission was complete.

It’s when the deepest shade of midnight blue begins to fade into faint purple hues that Aaron is able to bring up the conversation once again. He tries to make it light, but over the years, his smooth talk has become just as rustic as his Prowler skills. “I’m gon’ have to bring the safe out again if I keep seein’ that phone, Miles.”

The echo of the younger sucking his teeth in annoyance doesn’t fly past Aaron’s head. It’s the response he expected from his nephew. He turns around from his work desk to face the younger, leaning against one of the many concrete pillars that keep the building intact.

“I’m serious, boy,” Aaron asserts, “you been on that phone a lil’ too much lately, man. I’on like it.”

Miles scratches the side of his face; he knows he doesn’t have much of a good excuse to use as to why his eyes have been more on his phone as of late. Well, not an excuse Aaron would find plausible anyway.

“A’ight, Unc. I’ll chill.”

It’s not the exact response that Aaron expects, but if Miles says that he’ll watch his phone activity, the older believes him. The younger has no reason to lie to him, anyway.

A beat passes before Aaron starts again, crossing to the middle of the room where the large, red punching bag.

“So, is she a good distraction,” he muses with a knowing look, “or do I gotta be worried that she gon’ take your head out the game?”

The younger pauses for a second, braids dancing along his shoulder. Then, a lopsided grin spreads across his lips as his head tilts to the side, his eyes wandering. Aaron knows that kind of look. It’s the look of a boy high on love, and from the way Miles fiddles with the hair at the nape of his neck, Aaron can deduct that it’s that good loving, too. The kind of loving that Rio gave Jefferson, and it stole the late brother’s heart. It warms his heart to see his nephew sport a look that someone his age should.

“She’s good.” Miles says. “She’s…real good, Tio. Too good, probably.”

Aaron hums in response, the sound coming from the depths of his throat as he pauses, taking in a breath. “Do she know?”

It’s a hard question to ask; Aaron doesn’t want to blow his nephew’s high, but it’s a necessary one to ask. For the safety of all parties involved.

Miles’ smile falters in the slightest, teeth tugging at his bottom lip as his eyes cast downward.

“She know I do shit on the low. Not…all this, though.” And from the tone in Miles’ voice, he, too, knows that it’s better this way.

The older begins to walk towards the stairs to exit the workshop building, gesturing to Miles to follow, “Good.”

Aaron thinks back to when he first remembers the diversion of behavior started. Although it wasn’t and never became aggressive, it started with Miles casually peeking at his phone every now and then, maybe once or twice throughout the whole night the two were set together. He puts two and two together, his head nodding to the conclusion he’d drawn.

“So it’s her you be textin’?” Aaron asks, descending the stairs.

The younger nods, following in tow, “Just lettin’ her know that I’ma be out and can’t answer the phone, shit like that.”

“And when she do call?”

A light, dry chuckle escapes Miles’ lips at the question. “She just be askin’ me shit.”

“Shit like what?” Aaron muses, twisting the knob to the door leading outside, opening it to reveal purple hues slowly fading into peach in the sky. “What color nails for her to get? Password to the Netflix?”

They get to the car, but the silence that takes place during the short time it takes to approach the older’s vehicle answers his own question before Miles does.

“Yeah, actually,” the younger voice, arms folding atop the car roof, leaning against the sleek black metal as he looks at his uncle, “and the color for her peek-a-boo braids; and if it’s okay if she eats my leftover takeout; and if I can hang up her wall art thingy when I come by-”

“-so what you’re saying is, she’s clingy?” The older’s eyebrows furrow in amusement and slight confusion - the way Miles speaks about the isolated experiences has him questioning what kind of girl his nephew was actually dating.

“You know what’s crazy, though, Tio?” The younger poses, pulling the handle to the passenger car door when he hears the click, signifying Aaron unlocking the vehicle finally. “She’s not clingy like that; it’s somethin’ else.”

“You’re losin’ me, kid.” The older chuckles, closing his door once he’s settled inside the driver's seat.

Miles sucks his teeth, tongue poking the inside of his cheek in thought, and Aaron can tell that the younger is trying to find the right words to distinguish what he means.

“I hear guys say that shit like that is annoying,” Miles begins, tugging at the hem of his shirt to pull it down from riding up his toned stomach, “but it ain’t like that to me. She asks me all these things; think maybe it’s because she feels safe enough to ask them of me. And if she feel like I got the answers for her, then-”

The younger stops mid-sentence, contemplating how to proceed with his explanation. Yet, Aaron is all ears, listening intently. Quite frankly, it’s the most he’s heard Miles talk about anything in a long time - his rambling reminds him of the old Miles that once was, before the unfortunate.

Then, the younger takes a deep breath, reclines back into his seat, legs spread in the slightest for comfortability, his hands running the length of his thighs, “Ionno, Unc. Makes me feel good, I guess.”

And in that moment, Aaron’s vision blurs for a second. He can’t tell if it’s Miles sitting in the passenger seat, or if it’s his late brother. Perhaps it's the glare of the sun in his eyes…perhaps it’s Aaron actually seeing the soul of Jefferson shine through his son in the early morning sunlight that dances across his melanated skin.

A hum passes through the older’s throat as he starts the car up, the sound of the engine revving through the silence that settled within the car. Aaron clears his throat before speaking again, “I’ma tell you what I told your pops about your moms, kid.”

Miles turns his head from the window to face his uncle, who shifts the car from parked to drive, hand sitting at the top of the steering wheel. 

“If she make you feel good, the kinda good you know you can’t get anywhere else, and if she make you feel like a man; you keep her close.” Aaron hums. His lips tug upwards when the younger gives a subtle nod in return.

“I’m serious now, Miles. Don’t be like yo’ daddy.” Aaron reiterates as he pulls his foot off the brakes, turning the steering wheel and pressing down on the gas to drive out of the parking lot. “Dumbass almost lost ya moms cuz he ain’t wanna listen-”

“A’ight, a’ight, I got you,” the younger replies, “I’on think she goin’ anywhere no way, though.”

“Good.” Aaron affirms. “If she know of the kinda game you in, then she need to know how to work somethin’, too. Make sure she can hold you down properly.”

“I’on know about that, Unc,” Miles replies, “she too much of a good girl for that.”

“Shit, good girls work the best poles, boy. Don’t get the game twisted.”

“Unc, no one says ‘poles’ in reference to guns anymore.” The younger says through a chuckle as the two drive off down the street, the purples in the sky now fading into a pretty golden hue that casts over the city that never sleeps.

[victoria-grimesss]

Hi ❤️🥰🫶🏻 I really love your writing style and enjoy all your content. Sorry if this is a bothersome question but your name and Norman profile picture made me curious…. Would you be willing to write some headcanons for Daryl? Hope you have a nice week 🙏🏻

Daryl Dixon Headcanons SFW & NSFW

masterlist ->Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader ->Warning: MDNI! fluff and some smut ->A/N: Thanks for the request, TWD was my first fandom so I’m always down to write for it, especially Daryl. :) I just did some general Fem!Reader ones since that's what I mainly write for but DO let me know if there's any other specific ones you'd like to see. I also hope you have a nice week! Sorry this took so long!

SFW:

He would show affection through acts of service, (getting you something you needed during a run, fixing something around the house that you mentioned was broken, or cleaning your gun if you were too busy to do it. He has a lot to think about throughout the day, but he keeps tabs on things you like or need, he’s always thinking about you.

Around Alexandria when you both were there you would both spend a-lot of time in silence together just being in each others presence. He would be working on his bike and you would be reading a book just being together.

In general, there becomes an almost rhythm to your relationship, you walk together, eat together, go on runs together, most of the time you both just enjoy simply being together. Having the privilege to be alive and be next to one other. Eventually people start assuming one doesn't go somewhere without the other, "Y/N and Daryl this, Y/N and Daryl that. It's cute.

Not a fan of PDA, he was never that kind of person but he likes it when you fix a piece of his hair that's out of line, or adjust his vest so it sits better on him. He likes to know you care, he does get butterflies when you call him handsome even though he doesn't show it. Aside from a little smile and a dip of his head, "You don't know what you're talkin' bout girl.

He always admires your strength, you've made it this far and he admires the skills you've picked up along the way. Someone is doing something wrong that you're a pro at? "You're doing that wrong ya know, let me get Y/N, she'll show you how to do it right."

He always had a crush on you, always was looking out for you. You caught his eyes lingering quite some times over the campfire before you were both together, he's look away quick but he knew you saw. What can he say, he loved seeing you blush.

Once you're together he's less reserved about his staring and you'll catch his eyes roaming your body more than a couple times.

Not a master in flirting whatsoever but when he held out his hand, arm all the way outstretched to give you a bundle of wildflowers you were a goner. "Got ya these, said you liked em' found some while I was out."

He's a light sleeper but he loves to lay on your chest and feel you run your fingers through his hair it knocks him out in five minutes minimum.

Will avoid the regular medics in town and just come right to you, you've stitched him up for this long and he likes it when you fix him up and scold him at the same time for not being more careful.

"D, honey this is going to need stiches.."

"I know, you can just do it, you do it the same way as the doctors anyway."

"Fine, just- only if you get some antibiotics. Can't have you dying on me from a fuckin infection."

"Yea whatever you want girl."

Knows you can handle yourself but he always has an eye out for you when you're out on runs or outside the walls.

Boosts his ego when you ask him to flex and you swoon.

You both never got properly married, you haven't gotten around to finding rings but when a new group entered the town you just said you were his wife for simplicities sake and because why not you've been together so long and everyone else thinks of you two married. Loves hearing people call you Y/N Dixon.

NFSW:

He's home late often, it's a normal occurrence but sometimes when he's gone for a good long while and you hear his boots finally trudging up the stairs you get a little giddy, butterflies filling your stomach and you grow warmer just thinking about having him back in bed.

This can go one of two ways; number one is you welcome him into bed slowly, it's raining and he's cold to the bone just wanting to warm up with you. The room is dark and only the moonlight illuminates his broad shoulders as his body leans over yours, hips rolling into you with a smooth and rhythmic motion. His arms caging you in so your whole field of vision and mind is filled with him. His head would dip to your ear, teeth biting at your neck. "Missed ya', thought about you a lot on the way back."

The second way is when he's frustrated, the run didn't go how he wanted, didn't find enough, he's pent up more than usual and you welcome his release of energy with open arms. He's got one hand on your hips and the other gripping the headboard, knuckles turned white from gripping it trying to maintain some kind of composure when he's driving himself deeper inside you, eyes dark as your nails bite at his chest. Damp hair hanging in his face and the room is filled with the noise of your heavy breathing and the wetness between the both of you. "You like that? Fuck, yea ya do."

He prefers being together in the privacy of your own home, where he can put his undivided attention all on you. But that doesn't mean you both don't get creative.. you've fucked in almost every room, you both agreed the attic was just too out there, insulation is the biggest mood killer.

He's always been a man for quick showers, get clean and get out. But one time you were both on a time crunch and you had a great idea to share the shower, save water right? He couldn't keep his eyes off of you, the way the soap and water kept gliding over your body had him hard in like 0.5 seconds so needless to say you were late, something about making out underneath the stream of water added something he couldn't get enough of. Bruises on the back of your thighs from him fucking you against the shower wall lingered for some time.

He loves seeing you get ready in the morning, he's got the perfect view from the bed into the bathroom to watch the whole process, sometimes if he's feeling extra needy he'll come into the bathroom and gently bend you over, bringing himself out of his sweatpants and watching your face through the mirror as he slides himself in.

More than once he's thought about you riding him on his bike, with you just wearing his vest. While it's stationary of course, he's not that reckless.

Definitely does not care if you're on your period, you really think a little blood will stop him if you both want each other? Hell no. He didn't understand why you thought it was an issue the first time it came up.

Not incredibly jealous but it creeps in on him sometimes, when a new guy shows you a little more attention than he liked he gets cold with you later that day. Not because he thinks you'll cheat on him or the guy might make a move but that he thinks he himself isn't good enough for you, which you just won't stand for so on a few separate occasions you'll set him down on the couch and get down on your knees and remind him how much you love him.

He's a man that respects his woman so he's more than happy to return the favor, hands held tight on your thighs that are wrapped around his head, his tongue darting around and his lips wrapping around you and pulling his favorite noises from you. "Look at you, fuck, gonna cum for me? Atta girl."

He's careful about where he finishes, he wants nothing more than to dive completely into you and let you take all of him but if you're both not ready for what may come from that he's fine with painting your stomach or more preferably your chest, he's a tits guys for sure.

Aftercare is quiet and calm with him, both of you cleaned up and your head on his chest, the window is open to cool you both down and so the smoke from his after sex cigarette can sneak out.

[todayisafridaynight]

good luck tryna find merch of that character… just gonna be bombarded with majima ichiban and kiryu

those plushies rgg made were like one of their best merch decisions along with the new figures of akiyama and saejima. Praying we get more characters after….

i love throwing ichiban in here as if i didnt just see digsta constantly leave out ichiban when advertising their kiryu/majima/ichiban statues throughout the year like even he gets third wheeled at times jverlkja

either way, the plushies and akiyama/saejima merch bits ARE good signs for the future ! its def nice to see rgg lend love to other charas, and esp in merch like this (i know ive def seen people wish for more plushies and statues throughout the years)- and even if they dont show love to a chara you like in particular, there's always commissioning artists to make some merch !

its not the same as official things I Am Aware but, at least for me, im a p big fan of fanmade stuff just as much as official work, and its esp nice having something made especially for you on top of that

[isaacsapphire]

Pretty sure that your literal child category is also a "millennial" regardless of generation.

The ages are:

Baby (birth-4, but if you're some culture spaces it starts at conception)

Child (5-17)

Literal Child (18-30)

Young Adult (30-44)

Old (44-55)

Boomer (anyone over 55 whether born during Baby Boom or not)

[southern-wendigo-of-the-labs]

🦌~ INTRODUCTION POST ~🦌

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Heya! It's Alice.

I tend ta type in my accent!

By the way, the blog 'm sourced from is @unhinged-southern

The system main is @shinyshade8026!!

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Name: Alice

Nicknames: Allie, Wendigo

Pronouns: She/It

Sexuality: Questioning

Partner: Valice - @southern-creature-of-the-woods

System Role: ???

Species: Worker drone(?)

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#allie answers - answerin' asks

#allie's nonsense - general posts/reblogs

#welcome wendigo - I'll be usin' this when i come into front!

#wayward wendigo - fer when i leave front, though it shouldn't happen much

#queerdeers - ...talkin' bout my girlfriend, Valice

#heated talk - fer when a post of mine has got NSFW talk in it. I suggest ya block this tag unless ye are fully sure yer okay with seein' that stuff

#allie's discard pile - err... vents...

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Since 'm an adult, suggestive jokes are perfectly fine! There's a high chance I might say NSFW things 'bout my partner, so be wary, and block the tag.

[zvdvdlvr]

being on team 141 and being one of the youngest people in the team HCs [p.02]

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢. ✦ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞!!

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 141, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈,

𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹'𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑺: 𝒖𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅

𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹'𝑺 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑵: 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓

back at it again, its another fatherless rapscallion😭

100% believe you and soap call people bestie if you dont like them

ex: "soap come hither, i have tea on bestie chloe" and he comes barreling down the hall to hear the tea

lmfao speaking of soap

SOAP=WHINY MAN BABY

this man whines when you give him the silent treatment fo sheezy 💯

ghost thinks its really funny when soap watches you with a '☹' face evrry time you ignore him

gaz always knows everything because you know everything so you tell him its hilarious asf

anyways

you and gaz always be talkin about topher fr

(i dont have the of so an edit will do:)

HELLA INSIDE JOKES

price is highkey tired of your humor

"is there anything you need?" price "other than a father/mother? nope. thanks, tho" you *insert gaz laughing from the other room*, distressed price leaved the room, clutching at his sussy goofy wacky little hat

if you are fluent in spanish i strongly believe ghost will be scared of you

as i have been trading my spanish for german, i wont put anything else involving spanish, thanks 😍🙏

screaming judas in tge shower

ghost yelling at you to shut up

soap joining to annoy his babygorl

gaz humming along because lady gaga is goddess

price needing to leave the room

l m f a o

ok so like what if you're really good at card games, savvy?

you and 141 are laying low in a safehouse somewhere

soap finds a deck of cards, and everyone plays and/or watches

anyway you suggest playing manipulation

price immediately agrees, he hasnt played in a while but still thinks he could beat everyonr

ghost joins in, but gaz watches

what if you sat in his lap

no sorry my bad im in love

anyway

the first, like, three rounds everyones drawing like five cards

and price somehow ends up with two cards while everyones drawing cards

hes getting cocky, thinking that he'll go out first because of his amount of cards

HOWEVER

he had an ace

so that was virtually impossible to get rid of lmfao

anyhow,

price had on his poker face, and surprisingly, so did you

no one could tell you were able to get rid of the five cards in your hand only in the eighth round

bada bing bada boom you served the team their ass when you quickly arranged your cards into their appropriate piles

and then you look at everyone's flabberghasted expression

price is 😯🙁ing so hard

not only did price lose, he lost to one of the youngest people on the team

ghost is a sore loser tbh

"fuckin' hell, reaper. the hell you learn to play like that?" ghost "around" you shrug

price thinks about that all the time tbh

LETS TALK ABOUT THE TIME 141 FIRST SAW YOU SMOKING

after a somewhat rough mission, you go MIA

everyones worried; you generally let someone know whenever you go somewhere

but its hour 4 of you being gone and price is worried

you did this when the whole situation with alex went down, so price has limited experience with your MIA bouts

highkey feels bad he can't protect you emotionally :(

it was well below sun down when price found you

poor captain almost had a stroke when you saw you

you were outside sitting cross legged facing the direction which the sun had set, indicating you'd been there for a while

you had a lighter in your hand, lighting up cigarette number unknown

"what are you doing, kid?"

you had heard him coming so you didnt jump or anything you just shrugged

"do you want to talk about it?"

a mocking laugh fell from your lips, spewing out with smoke "nah."

price was at a loss. you had never acted like this before- cold and sharp

he moved to sit by you though </3

soon ghost trailed out, wondering where price was

an inky black mass caught his eye

but as he was making his way over, he saw a cigarette get smushed into the ground and a knew one being pulled from a pack

price didn't smoke cigarettes, he smoked cigars, so who would that be?

but then ghost heard your voice and an exhale and you had the cigarette

ghost: 😯

"hell's goin' on out here?" ghost grumbled, sitting on the other side of u, eyes widening at the amount of boxes at ur side

price answered when you didnt "getting some air"

ghost blinked at the cigarette hanging from your lips. okay

the guys tried to get you to talk but couldn't get anything out of you but a scoff or two

even when ghost offered to let you sleep in his room you said no :(((

after that you gathered your shit and left for the base leaving ghost and price concerned </3

whoa who broke my heart i sure am angsty today 😟💯

you didnt get any sleep that night btw

on another note

MOVIE NIGHTS WITH THE GUYS BUT GAZ INSISTS INSTEAD OF YOU

obviously he goes to you first

"hey y/n" :))) "do you wanna" :)))))) "watch a movie" :))))))))) "with us?" :))))))))))))

i'll be damned if you say no. 😐🔪

so you said yes 😍❤

he smiled so big </33

went to soap next

then pulled up the movie

with everyone ( minus ghost ), price couldn't say no 🙃

ghost pulled up, ffs 🤯

gaz chose either a horror movie or a horror movie

so you watched a horror movie 😁

gaz was probably clinging to you the whole time

so was soap probably

ghost was somewhat interested, but price fell asleep

his goofy snore is so loud bro im not even playing 🤧😭😭

if you have migraines you best believe everyone has midol/typenol for you

never ibuprofen tho bc after a mission if you had a headache, 141 might think you possibly had/have a brain bleed and wouldn't give you ibuprofen bc thats a blood thinner and could start another bleed

you and gaz have playlists for everyone

you both follow each other on EVERYTHING

if you were too poor (like me HDJSNEHDJEUZ) gaz would let you and only you on his netflix acc ❤

im sorry im a gazlvr

will probably edit later tbh

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞!!

@shadylilac

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[cupidssorbet]

Phone sex.

Characters included: Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, just the 141 today, others like Konig, Valeria, Alejandro etc will be in the next.

Includes: Phone Sex, Praising, Jerking off, Talking through it, Nicknames like sweetheart, love, other ones etc but no name use, AFAB Reader but no pronouns specified or looks etc, NOT PROOFED.(also I know the images looked odd center I tried..)

Word count: 2,806.

John Price:

Price was out on another mission/deployment, it wasn't incredibly long really, just the usual amount for when he'd be sent away. He'd always text you and what not, pictures of him after a long mission or just to text you in general, you'd receive ones like:

"Hope your morning is treating you well love.❤️"

"Just finished a mission, gonna hop in the shower, love you darlin'."

and so on, he was a man who wouldn't call unless it was needed, or a really big issue, so that's why when you got out the shower, wrapped in your robe toweling your hair and what not, settling onto the bed noticing you'd miss not one but two calls from him and that settled worry in your stomach.

Carefully you picked up the phone and dialed him, anxiously getting up to pace about, then when he picked up you heard a pant of a breath escape his lips on the other end.

"John-! Oh my god, Are you alright? You called me two times?"

Your tone held worry, it was touching to him, "Yeah, Yeah dontcha worry I'm just fine darlin'." He managed out but it sounded like he was biting back other noises that you couldn't quite pinpoint.

"John..Are—Are you alright? You sound pained?”

"M'fine darlin' Just..solvin' an issue, How bout you go on about your day, would make it a lot better." He huffed out slightly, and the soft sound of a belt coming undone on the other end caught your attention, that's when it dawned on you what he was getting at it.

The cheekiest smile spread across your lips, carefully you sat back onto the bed,

"If you say so.." You trailed off slightly waiting for his response earning a mere grunt on return.

Oh you were gonna have fun with this.

"Well..Today I went out shopping with Gisele yeah?" You hummed as you looked at your nails, "Mhm mhm..Anythin' catch your eyes?" He asked and you could hear the soft pants between his normal breathing which grew shallow.

Perfect.

"Actually yeah somethings did," Price was a thigh man, he loved them in shorts, he loved them in pants, but he really loved them in skirts, didn't matter the size or length. "Some new skirts." you could hear the way his breath caught.

You knew damn well he was picturing it already, Price on the other hand was pumping his aching length, swiping a calloused thumb over the tip with a gruff exhale, his pumping slow and lazy, then you mentioned the fact of you buying new skirt and that rush came to him.

He couldn't help the way he sped up his pace, his breathing shallow and in pants, low whispery gruff cuss words escaping, he could hear the soft laugh of a giggle that you let out and he couldn't help the breathless chuckle he let out.

"You enjoyin' this much?" He asked sarcastically, "Come on..If I'm gonna help you I'm gonna have fun with it, haven't seen you or felt you in awhile." You said matter of factly.

Price grunted softly in response, "Well keep talkin' then..Can't help the way your voice sends me darlin'." he said, no demanded as if desperate for your voice.

"Bet you look real pretty right now John..Your aching cock all flushed just like your face can get." You laid on your stomach with a hum as you twirled your now damp hair around your finger, a devilish smile on your face at his soft groans. "And I can bet your thinking about me in my skirts, not just my mini ones I know that, all of them." Your tone was so sure and so pleasing to his ears.

His pace sped up, the sounds of slick skin picked up by your ears on your end, letting out a satisfied hum, "I can tell..Your breathing is getting rougher, shallower, your liking that image huh?" you murmured as you rolled to lay on your back imagining him with his fist around his length desperate over you.

"Fuck..Ain't gonna last much longer with you talking that way." he manages out, the sounds picking up in pace, "Aren't you just dirty when your desperate?" you teased with a small laugh as you hummed. "Can't wait for you to be home.." you trailed off slightly, "Can't wait to hug you..kiss you..be stuffed full of you." that's what sent him, a strangled groan had you aching between your legs as soft pants and huffs followed after, "Did I help?" you asked and he could hear the smug smile.

"Course ya did, but you also just gave me a whole new reason to look forward to bein' home."

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Ghost usually wasn't a desperate man, really he wasn't, but something about being away from you for so long had him itching to touch you, feel you, see you, hear you. Then you sent him a photo of your nails that you just got done and It had him resorting to last outcome he’d go for right off the bat.

He dialed you, not long after you sent him the picture he dialed you, you were driving home when you picked up, using the Bluetooth of your car to talk to him without a worry.

“Hey darling? Whatcha callin’ for?”

“Missed ya voice.”

That’s all he grunted out and that was fine by you, you knew how Simon was so it didn’t really bother you. “Go on tell me about your day.” He said, no, demanded as he sat back on his bed, undoing his belt as discreetly as he could getting all of it out of the way as his aching cock sprang free, precum beading at the tip.

“Well, as you saw I went and got my nails done today, lovely color for me really. Dontcha think?” You weren’t fully aware of what he was doing on the other end, as he swiped his thumb over the tip, an exhale muffled by his balaclava. “Simon?” You asked again snapping him back.

“Hm?”

“My nails Simon, did you like the color?”

“Yeah, looked real nice on ya love.”

His breathing sounded shallow but you had just assumed made he’d done some rigorous exercise or something so you paid it no mind, unbeknownst to you he began to pump his length in slow languid thrust occasionally picking up speed but not too much. He couldn’t believe he was this desperate but he didn’t wanna tell you.

“Go on, I’m all—all ears.” He managed out through slightly gritted teeth to bite back any prominent noises, you raised your brow but you just chalked it up to Simon being Simon.

“Alrighty, and then before my nails right? Went out and got the cutest stuff for Zelda! I know she won’t be a big fan at first but that’s just how cats are and—“

You went on and on, and that’s when he kind of zoned out only focusing on your voice but not your words, so lost in imagining your hands in place of his pumping his cock as he looks down at you.

Your occasional kisses to the tip and your eyes always finding his no matter what, he was so focused he didn’t notice the shallowed breathes and pants he was letting out.

And you were too busy going on and on about some outfit you bought for your cat that you two adopted that you didn’t notice right away, his mind was foggied with the images of you with your lips around his dick, gagging softly around as drool pooled around the corners of your mouth and how pretty you looked swallowing all of his..

“Fuck..” was what he blurted put as he came, through gritted teeth and huffs which now caught your attention making you a bit more worried. “Darling? Are you alright?” You chimed in bringing him right back.

“Yeah just can’t wait to see ya.”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

Most times when he’d be away for long times like this you’d send him photos and videos, the first time you sent him those he was aching, he was done for after that mission.

This time was no different, you’d recently bought a new bralette that you knew he’d love to see even if he wouldn’t be home for a bit, so when you tried it on at home you snapped a photo in the mirror and sent it his way assuming he’d still be out and doing things.

But he was infact on his way back to his room at this time, taking his cap off with an exhale as he opened his door, his phone vibrating to life in his pocket as he retrieved it from there your contact popping up causing a smile to make it ways to his face as he shut the door.

Then he opened the message entirely, image and all..

“Fuck me..” Gaz breathed out as his hat settled back on his head, his weight settling against his door for a moment, the steady aching tightness of his pants becoming more noticeable by the second. He debated he really did, was he this desperate for you?

Yes. Yes he was. He quickly sat on the edge of his bed, fingers hovering over your contact before doing it. As soon as it began to ring he pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to spring his aching length free with a harsh exhale. Then your voice rang through, “Gaz!” You called cheerfully.

“I didn’t think you’d call so soon!” You had already changed into some nightwear, working on putting laundry away that you should’ve done a bit ago really. “Aren’t you busy or somethin?” You asked, he didn’t think hearing your voice would have such an effect on him but boy he was wrong.

He swiped a thumb over the leaking angry tip as his mind had slightly blurred out your words, “Gaz?” You questioned with a raises brow as you carefully folded more clothes. “Huh—What?” He blinked back to reality as he set a slow pace softly rutting into his fist.

“I asked if you liked the bralette, the one I showed you today?” You asked with a hum, and he groaned he couldn't muffle that even if he tried, "Ohh..You liked it that much huh?" He could practically hear the slight cheeky smugness to your tone and he exhaled as he picked up the pace a bit. "What do you think huh?"

You laughed a bit as you began to stack some of the clothes, shrugging to adjust the way the phone sat by your ear, "Dunno, Never had you so desperate to the point of calling me." You hummed as you continued your little chore, "Fuck..Yeah well it's been awhile since I've seen ya for real, and heard your pretty little voice." Gaz murmured out as the sound of slicked skin caught your attention by now a little cheeky smile quirked your lips.

"I didn't think my voice would help much though.." your tone trailed off slightly as you picked up on his shallow breathing and the sound of whispered curse words, carefully you moved the clothes to the side, sitting down one leg over the other, a hand propping you up and the other holding your phone. "But I bet I know how it can."

That caught his attention, cause as of right now, just being able to hear you and your cheeky tone was enough for him. "You've probably been imagining my thighs..my lips..my tits, haven't you?" you asked, your tone trying to hold a slight sternness to it.

A slight groan of an inhale was what Gaz managed out but you tutted, "Nope, Have or Haven't you if your so desperate." You hummed as you laid back. He huffed out slightly, "Shit..Course I have," You could hear his voice becoming breathy by the minute.

On the other end Gaz had begun to rut and buck desperately into his hand wishing it was any part of you..maybe especially your tits. "Mhm..Mhm, I know how much you love all those photos and videos, always been one for getting a glimpse of me." You couldn't help the giggled that escape as his groaned and gritted responses being just cuss words.

"Can't wait for you to come on home ya know that? To cuddle with ya, Go on our morning walks..the things you do to walk me up for those walks." You eluded to the mornings when he wakes you up with either eating you out with lazy sloppy kisses and licks or soft kisses to the neck and that had his head reeling. Hunching over as he groaned, cumming onto his exposed thighs and some of his hand.

Groans and pants, strings of cuss words and what not escaping his parted lips as he slowly came down from his high, "Did that help?" you chimed in.

"You have no idea."

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish:

With an exhale proud to have finally cleaned the house, something you put off today in favor of other things until you had nothing else to do, with a proud huff you grabbed a towel and went and got a good hot shower in sending Soap a sweet little text that you didn't see a problem with.

"Hoppin' in the shower, hope your getting some kind of relaxtion now! xo"

Then you set your phone down and hopped into the shower to enjoy a hot one to relax your muscles and what not. At the same time all day you'd been on Soap's mind and he couldn't figure out as to why, you two called most nights and texted throughout the day when he had the time.

But something in him ached and yearned for you, and he swore it was like magic when your text buzzed his phone in his pocket as he laid with his arms behind his head. He pulled it from his pocket with a stretch, opening your text, that's when ideas began to pop into his head.

You in the shower, water running off your skin, the steam creating a soft haze..him joining you in there and fucking you against the shower wall, hands entangled in your wet hair. God it drove him mad, he leaned his head back against the headboard, arm over his eyes as he tried to drift his thoughts else where, off you and those steamy moments.

But somehow..you had the most impeccable and worst timing, dialing him for your usual call, and he almost dropped his phone, that ache returning when your voice chimed in.

"Hey Johnny!" You called cheerfully and he bit back any groan or shaky inhale, he rested his phone between his shoulder and ear, was he really this damn horny? yes, yes he was this horny. His hands made work of his belt and what not, pulling all those layers in his way down just enough, "Hey there love." he tried to make his voice and breathing sound less shallow as he rubbed some of the beading precum off the tip, falling into slow methodical rubbing with his fist.

You smiled happy to hear his voice as you settled onto your bed, putting him on speaker as you dried your hair up, as he tried to focus to hear more of your voice, he asked, "How was ya day huh? Anythin' good happen?" Soap asked as he added a little pressure biting back a strained moan.

"Well..I did finally get the house done but I did other things as well even if I had used them as procrastinating!" He just responded with 'Uh-huh' and 'Yeah', you were too busy chatting away to notice his breathing picking up and becoming shorter. "Then I got some more rubber ducks for ya, found these funny lookin' ones just like the one you've got now!" you said with a laugh and he couldn't help the way his rubbing on his aching cock sped up chasing that familiar coil.

You went on and on, talking as much as you wanted to, his head lolled back slightly his phone sliding to rest between his neck and shoulder as his pumped and pumped, imagining you, your lips, all of it, your smile and the way you look at him. God he missed you.

Then that coil formed, his movements became erratic and hasty chasing that euphoric feeling eventually reaching it with a bit back groan of a moan. The noise bringing you back from your chatter.

"Johnny? You alright?" you asked raising a brow as you picked your phone up this time.

"Uh-huh..just made a bit of a mess, thank's for callin' me up love."