#the mustache™️

[buckleyflower]

Ryan Guzman, the man, the queen

[buddieisgoingcanon25]

OH MY GOD. RYAN GUZMAN. PLEASE STOP BEING SO SEXY WITH THAT STACHE.

[blackholesun321]

Shanks and Mihawk have a lot to commiserate over but the fact they both experienced Twink death is something I think haunts them.

[notmonaca]

organs held in place by regular school tape

[jasontoddsgaythoughts]

Jason “mega thighs” Todd should wear this to a Wayne Gala

[gregmarriage]

i love games where you can dress your character up in little outfits, it’s so fun

[bradshawsbaby]

Do either of the Bradshaw Boys continue the Mustache Family Tradition™?

I imagine that Goose does! I mean, come on, it’s pretty much a family obligation at this point 😂 He totally looks exactly like his grandfather and father.

James tries, but the boy cannot grow proper facial hair to save his life. By the time he gets to the Naval Academy, he accepts that he’s going to have to be the only mustache-less Bradshaw man.

“I’m sorry, Dad. I really tried.”

“It’s alright, bud. At least you’ve got the Hawaiian shirts.”

[partyinthemysterymachine]

CHAPTER 69 OF GOOMT HAS MADE ME INSANE THANK YOU

no thank U, kind anon!! >:3c!!! i sure VERY MUCH HOPE that u also enjoy and go feral over chapter 70 (WHICH I JUST POSTED, YEAAHAHAHEHEHAHAGFDJHKDFGHJKG) and i'm going to KISS U and SMOTHER u in hugs and love for ur love and enjoyment and thirst for GOOMT, i love and appreciate you and EVERY SINGLE ONE of u Heathens™️ (adoring) for frolicking along with me in the Fields of Silent Hill Bisexual Disaster <3

YEE-HAW!!!!!!!

[foxgloveinspace]

They didn’t have any cool editions, but they had the three set for 5$ so. Yippee🥳

[butterflyscribbles]

Freenoodle Headcanons (Part 1) - bc there’s no way I’ll have time to draw them all out fast enough and I need to get them out of my brain:

Hidden underneath bc it’s loooong…

- Tang and Pigsy met in a college-level business class. Pigsy was going for a general business major with a minor in culinary arts. Tang was pursuing Chinese Literature and Lingustics in order to eventually be a librarian or museum archivist as well as an author on the side. They started interacting more bc Tang threatened to call Pigsy out for cheating on an exam and Pigsy “bought” his silence with a bowl of homemade noodles.

- It started with “blackmail” that Tang was gonna tell if Pigsy ever stopped making food for him but gradually they just started hanging out. Pigsy began to realize that if it weren’t for him, Tang would have most likely wasted away considering he was not only a picky eater but would also completely forget meals while being so focused on his studies. Tang in return started helping Pigsy with study before big exams as well. It became routine until they both finished the class. That was one of the only classes they had together being on pretty separate tracks but by then they were close enough friends to continue hanging out semester after semester.

- Tang’s family was not too fond of him hanging out with Pigsy and eventually Sandy who had a bit of a rebellious (and somewhat criminal) hot streak. Lots of being kicked out of bars for fighting, loud music and band parties that somehow would force them to migrate into Tang’s apartment after they trashed their own.

- Tang used to have pierced ears that were Pigsy’s own handiwork but his mom made him take them out the minute he visited home. He wants to get them pierced again even now because he loved how it looked but is lowkey too chicken to act on it bc ouchieeee needles it was hard enough the first time

- They never really defined themselves as dating out loud in college but they were definitely “more than friends” after a while. Pigsy crushed on him first but Tang fell harder once he finally caught on that Pigsy liked him. They were both too emotionally constipated scared to slap an official label on it though.

- Tang is almost always freezing and wrapped up in sweaters, scarves and mittens. Pigsy is always hot. Equilibrium achieved.

- Speaking of scarves, Tang’s trademark red scarf and most precious comfort item he owns, was a gift from Pigsy’s mother when Pigsy introduced him to his parents. He is almost never without it and takes very good care of it because it is hand-made and one of a kind.

- Tang was NOT a fan of the Pigsy mustache era™️ but that did not stop the pig man from burrowing his face onto him and teasing him near to death with prickly kisses

- Pigsy’s affectionate nickname for Tang became “truffles” for a hot second after this^^ Tang secretly and begrudgingly loved it. The nickname is still stashed away for special occasions and ONLY when its the two of them.

- The mirror to that is Tang found out Pigsy’s weak spots were his ears and under his chin. Loves scritches and sometimes Tang would just reach out and idly play with his ears if they were within reach. That’s also something that occurs in present time.

- On rare occasions, Tang would convince Pigsy to sing for him and most of those moments ended in tears both of sadness or laughter on both ends. Mostly because Pigsy would either sing songs his mom taught him or ones he could only half remember the lyrics to.

- They stayed in contact for a while even after Pigsy graduated (Tang was pursuing a PHD so he stayed in school longer). Tang and Sandy were both there when the restaraunt was passed down to Pigsy and they were the first customers at Pigsy’s Noodles.

Things got a bit more complicated after that…

- For about 5 months before MK came into their lives, Tang and Pigsy were actually having a huge fight and were not on speaking terms. Sandy’s anger and violence issues were at an all time high and he dropped out of college just before graduating, Pigsy and Tang struggled to define their relationship after they Tang’s family was insistent he finally cut them out of his life and it lead to a big fight where Sandy ended up leaving the trio and there was a huge and bitter rift between the three of them.

- Three weeks after Pigsy’s mom passed, little MK showed up on his doorstep. He was already running the shop alone for the first time and now he suddenly had a child who desperately needed him. While MK brought some much needed light back into his life, he struggled to properly care for the little ball of energy and still make end’s meet. His quick temper and the passing of his mom had seriously impacted business and chased off a lot of regulars as it was. So, he called the only person he trusted to help. The minute Pigsy explained his situation…Tang didn’t hesitate to come back, even as he continued classes. Things were awkward and messy for sure and there was a lot of baggage to sort through…but they made it work for their little monkey kid.

Okay that’s it ta ta for now part two is going to be Freenoodle Family focused I wanted this one to be more on the early days before MK to set it all up.

[buckleyflower]

CAN’T BELIEVE IT WAS SIR RYAN GUZMAN HIMSELF WHO SHOWED UP ON SET WITH THE MUSTACHE WHAT ARE YOU TELLING ME SIR WHSHDBDIDSNAOANSIXBDI

[buddieisgoingcanon25]

New Ryan pics posted by Oliver.

[jacki-daytona]

There’s this kid and he’s fucking terrified and he’s surrounded by friends and teammates who are also probably terrified AND his fucking mum, and with a little Eddie Diaz magic, the mood shifts and becomes a FUCKING TRIUMPH. Like. Sigh.

Ok I wanna talk about medic Eddie Diaz, looking after this kid, and getting him to raise his hand in a thumbs up.

And then everything after that.

What a fucking superstar.

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

bonny lass

pairing: pre-outbreak! Joel Miller x f!reader word count: ~1.7k summary: Joel meets-cute you in a pub in Ireland. Two foreigners in a foreign country, that should be enough to share a kiss at the end of the night, right? warnings: fluff! reader is able bodied, no use of y/n, mild alcohol consumption in a pub, a kiss, dm me if I missed any a/n: I'm in Ireland rn and suffer from severe 'romanticizing my life' syndrome.☘️ What if I met Joel here? Can you imagine? The dream™️. As always: @guiltyasdave was waving her pompoms for me from start to finish + being the beta again 💛

The light is dim, the air thick with chatter and dampness. The rain has started again, early this evening, and the people streaming into the pub are soaked. But the bad weather doesn’t affect their good mood.

Joel watches them, fascinated, the way they weave through the crowded space like it’s their element, the way they easily find their spots at the bar, ordering their drinks for the first round. Cider, pale ale, whiskey, Guinness.

A small group of locals gathers in a corner of the pub, taking their instruments out of the cases and the noise of the crowd dies down, just a little bit. Anticipation and laughter fill the air.

The table in the corner, the table he sits at, fills with women and men, the worn mahogany brown table top fills with glasses. A few words are exchanged, but the accents on both sides are thick and so it’s just smiles, hands on shoulders and raised glasses with exclaimed Sláintes.

The Irish have this talent of hospitality, a talent which doesn’t let a foreigner feel lonely. During the day, Joel has Sarah with him, exploring the Emerald Island, exploring the possibility of an Irish heritage, the possibility of belonging. 

But when the sun sets and his child is sleeping safe and sound in the Inn down the street, he has time to himself. The nights are his, his time to explore his own thoughts, to ponder, to watch, to feel homey in a pub. He's alone but not lonely.

Another pint finds its way onto the table, a bracelet dangling from the wrist attached to the hand on the glass. Joel’s eyes wander up the arm and he finds the smile that is connecting you with him.

“Hey! How are ya?” You beam at everyone sitting at the table and they respond with smiles of their own, moving together to make room for one more in their middle. You sit down, next to the man with the strong arms and the hair as dark as the guinness in his glass.

“Hey,” Joel says and clears his throat when he notices that he sounds not as gruff as usual. 

You shrug your coat off your shoulders and the air grows thick between you both with the scent of Irish rain and the twinkle in your eyes. You assess the situation, sense that he is not part of the rest. But that he still belongs somehow.

“Not from around here?” you ask and watch him lean closer to be able to understand what you have said. He shakes his head and smiles wryly.

“What gave it away?”

“Your tan,” you smirk at him and raise your glass. “Sláinte. Here’s to two strangers meeting far away from home.”

“Neither lonely, nor alone.” Joel raises his guinness and smiles, teeth as pearly as the foam on his beer. “Sláinte, darlin’.”

You hold his gaze when you take a sip of your cider, happy to hide the way this stranger makes you smile. Happy to see the corners of his mouth being tugged upwards, making his guinness-black mustache move and dance.

You exchange names and your stories, glances and laughter. And with every time the tart cider bubbles down your throat, every time Joel licks the white foam from his upper lip and beard you feel more at home, here in this pub, far away from the address in your passport.

He insists on buying you your next drink and when he slides back onto the bench with two more pints in his hands, he chooses to sit snug to you. You're not strangers anymore. And who ever really is in a pub?

A pub, he thinks, is a cave. Dark and warm, a place to hide from the rain, from the world. He looks at you, the way you nestle your body closer to his than to the other men you share the booth with. You seem to be at ease, your eyes watching the locals with their instruments finally getting ready to start their session. 

He smiles and when you turn your head to look at him you're smiling, too. 

Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass Come over the hills to your darling

A single voice, firm and tender starts singing from the one well lit corner, and the chatter dies down immediately.

You choose the road, love, and I'll make the vow And I'll be your true love forever

You sing along, silently, not a single sound coming from you. You know the words by heart and hearing them in a pub, in the middle of nowhere, in Ireland… It makes your heart ache.

It aches from being so full. Happiness, for once.

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows Fair is the lily of the valley Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne But my love is fairer than any

You feel a strong, warm hand on your back, a soothing caress, a light pull closer to the man with the equally strong, warm body.

“You alright, darlin’?” He whispers, watching you closely, maybe even concerned about the sudden display of emotions on your face.

You nod your head and instead of answering you lean closer to him and bask in the offered comfort. Neither lonely, nor alone, you think to yourself.

The air is filled with rhythm, the fiddles and singing voices seep into your bodies. What were minutes turns into one hour, then two hours.  

A bell chimes, announcing the chance of ordering one last round. Joel tugs on your shoulder before emptying his guinness, a thick blob of foam on his upper lip making you chuckle.

“A last one? My treat.”

You shake your head with a smile. You already feel lightheaded and lighthearted. No need for a last drink. You stir in your seat, stretching your limbs before leaning against Joel's side again.

“I think I'll get going. Having a long day tomorrow, touristy things, ya know.”

He nods his head, placing his empty pint back on the table and holding you close to him with his free hand. A finger mindlessly trails a seam of your shirt, drumming in the rhythm of the music.

“Would you…” you tilt your head and clear your throat, “...maybe bring me? To my B&B?”

“Course I would.”

When you step outside onto the dark street a fresh breeze blows into your faces. It carries the scents of the sea and the land, smelling of salt, earth and rain. The heavy drops that scattered down earlier turned into a tender spray, a barely-there caress that leaves your hair soft and your skin glowing.

The narrow streets of the village lay in silence, the only sounds are the fall of your footsteps, echoing from the ducked houses alongside the asphalt and the faint chatter of people walking the other direction. 

Joel and you walk quietly, side by side. His side felt as empty as yours, not having your weight leaned against him felt wrong after a few hours of shared time and space. Your hands brush each other, a tender and ghostly barely-there caress.

A street lamp sheds light, a blurry hue of yellow and orange, making the dancing particles of mist visible. You turn your head, glance at him, the big Texan man with the dark hair and warm eyes and you see tiny watery pearls being caught in his beard. And curls. And lashes.

“You’re pretty,” the cider in your veins says and it sounds an awful lot like your own voice.

Joel’s lips purse into a smirk. “Oh, am I now?" A brow crooks, mimicking the curve of his nose. “You’re pretty, too, lass.”

Heat crawls up your back and into your cheeks, you mutter a “thanks” and before you can walk out of the soft beam of light, Joel's hand reaches for yours. His big palm against your smaller one holds you back from taking another step and suddenly you’re at his side again, his arm around your shoulders. He pulls you a little closer, closer than before in the pub and you look up at him with big eyes.

“Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi,” he murmurs back, the smirk now softer, a smile, just as warm and tender as his hand cradling your cheek. “You got time, tomorrow night?”

You nod your head and enjoy the way his fingers move along your skin.

Joel’s eyes wander over the details of your face and settle on the shiny pearls of mist hanging on the tips of your lashes. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Dark mahogany eyes, you think as your gazes lock. You lean closer, being pulled towards him without him pulling you. “Can I kiss you?” you ask and you hope that it sounds like the cider in your veins speaking.

Joel chuckles quietly, a comforting rumble in the quiet Irish night. “You sure can, lass.”

His hand shifts, his thumb making himself home just before your ear, the other four fingers disappearing behind it, tilting your head slightly, carefully.

You pull yourself up with your hands on his coat and close the small distance. His mustache tickles your lips before you kiss him and it makes you smile. Your noses touch, your lips gently press against each other and the tip of your tongue tastes him timidly. Malty-sweet and warm. Like Guinness and Joel.

He breathes you in, the scent of rain and of your skin and his hand tugs you even closer. Another kiss, soft and warm, like the light of the street lamp surrounding you. A dog barks somewhere in the distance and Joel rests his forehead against yours.

“Can we do that again, tomorrow?” you murmur and his beard tickles you again.

He nods his head, the tip of his nose nudging yours, his thumb trailing along the shell of your ear. “Course we can.”

‘Course we can,’ echoes in your mind, a little later when you're lying in your bed. The warmth of Joel, the weight of his kiss, it’s still there, on your skin. In your mind. With a soft sigh and a smile you fall asleep.

‘Can we do that again?’ echoes in Joel’s head and he smiles. He still feels the softness of your cheek under his palm and the way your lashes fluttered when you kissed. “What are the chances,” he whispers into the darkness of his bedroom, a stripe of orange light at the ceiling. Maybe it’s the luck of the Irish, two foreigners meeting far away from home, neither lonely nor alone.

comment or reblog to meet Joel in a pub. Or at least have a good time.

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the song being the inspiration: Red is the Rose - The High Kings

divider: @saradika-graphics

[sagesolsticewrites]

Masters of the Air Masterlist

Major Gale “Buck” Cleven

Kiss It Better? 💋 - my very first MOTA drabble based on the prompts “boo boo kisses” & “ pet names” (base nurse!reader)

Kiss It Better pt 2 💋 - That lipstick mark leads to a surprising turn of events 👀

Major John “Bucky” Egan

Oblivious - Bucky’s been trying to get your attention for months now, but you continue to misinterpret his romantic advances as friendship. Everyone else on base is tired of seeing you two dance around each other, and they decide to take matters into their own hands.

Homecoming - John finally returns home to his girl (based on the prompt “carrying the other one in their arms”)

requests are open!

Lt. Harry Crosby

Just Say Yes - Tooth-rotting fluff based on the prompt “If you asked me to marry you tomorrow, I’d say yes.” “What about today?”

Harry Crosby Certified Wife Guy™️ - minific about Croz being head over heels for his wife and the entire 100th knows it

Dear… - A series of letters from one Lt. Harry Crosby to his wife 🤍 (a sort-of continuation of Just Say Yes, but can be read as a standalone!)

A Little Fire - In which Harry Crosby shows his wife exactly how much he appreciates her 😏 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Heat Wave - It’s the hottest summer Iowa’s had in a while. Your husband wears shorts. It gets even hotter (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

In My Arms - Sometimes your husband just needs to be held. (lots and lots of fluff) (coauthored with Winnie!)

Yes, Major - … I mean. Do I even need to say it? 👀 Dom!Croz (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

requests are open!

Sgt. Ken “Kenny” Lemmons

• requests are open!

Lt. Curtis “Curt” Biddick

To The Rescue - in which your friends drag you out to a bar against your will, but you meet a certain soldier that makes it worth it

requests are open!

Major Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal

Take A Break - Rosie runs into a childhood friend at the flak house

Welcome Home - Rosie finally returns home after his second tour, and you take the opportunity to show him exactly how much you missed him 🫠 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

It’s Been A Long, Long Time series:

Kiss Me Once - The moment you’ve been anxiously awaiting is finally here — your boyfriend Rosie Rosenthal finally arrives home

Kiss Me Twice - You and Rosie finally have a “proper reunion” 😏😉 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Kiss Me Once Again - Rosie takes you to his apartment for a proper date night away from his family 😏 (18+ minors dni!)

requests are open!

Captain John Brady

Brady’s Smash Wagon - Your boyfriend (Captain John Brady) takes you (his Red Cross girlfriend) to see his Flying Fortress. Shenanigans ensue 👀 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Love’s Light Wings - John Brady x Juliet Thompson (OFC)

requests are open!

Captain Bernard “Benny” DeMarco

Pyaar Dosti Hai - Benny DeMarco x Ruthvika Patel (OFC)

requests are open!

Anthony Boyle

Sundress - in which date night takes a turn when Anthony sees the outfit you’ve chosen (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Lipstick Kisses - the sweetest, spiciest Anthony fic y’all ever saw (feat… uh, Things Happening in cars 👀) written by my bestie Winnie!!! (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Pillow Talk - Anthony is in desperate need of rest & relaxation when he returns home from his latest project, and you’re more than happy to provide it. (coauthored with Winnie!!!)

Come and Kiss Me - Anto takes you as his date to the Oscars. Things get very soft and veryyyy spicy (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

The Stache Fic - Anto grows a mustache. You like it… a lot. (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Better Kind of Best Friend - Anthony, your friend-with-benefits, stops by for an impromptu visit after an interview. (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

No Rush - just a soft lil makeout blurb <3

Freckle Kisses - very short very sweet lazy morning blurb

Waking Up Next to You - soft lazy morning smut <3 (spicy!! 18+!! Minors begone!!)

i thought we had no chance (and that’s romance) - You resolve to tell Anthony about your feelings— with surprising results. (Part Two to Better Kind of Best Friend) (spicy!! 18+!! Minors begone!!)

[bradshawsbaby]

On the topic of mustaches... does Lydia's Marine Brandon grow one once he becomes a part of the family?

Also I feel like when JJ or one of the twins hit a rebellious stage in life, they grow one just to piss of Hangman

You guys are on the same wavelength 😂

Brandon tries to grow one after he and Lydia have been together for a while, but she very emphatically tells him to shave it off—“I don’t want to feel like I’m kissing my dad or my brother!”

Liam Seresin hero worships his Uncle Rooster (they’re bonded over their scars), so he definitely goes through a mustache phase at one point 😆 He still grows one, on and off.