#warmines

[aimseytv]

the amount of people who thought of me when the new life is strange trailer dropped has warmed my soul

[friendlyfangs]

some real CHUMPS dont want to admit it but this is what peak performance looks like

[ask-the-neighbores]

Eduardo! It seems like you're pretty close to your pup, could we hear a little more about how you guys got them? And how the others are with them as well?

Eduardo: Doguardo? Well, me n the boys have talked about a dog for a long time coming.. an' when we found a trusted shelter, that dog and I met eyes immediately. Love at first paw.

Loves Jon, especially his bed and belongings with wires. Maybe a bit too much, Jon gotsta kick em out for chewing on his things sometimes. No hard feelings.

Absolutely adores Mark. I'm his favourite, of course. But Marks like his best friend. Definitely a good thing, Mark has a huge soft spot for em too. He's always following them around, making sure they're okay or something like that. Kinda sweet.

The shelter contacted us frequently to check in on us, sweet couple of folks. They loved me so much, I got offered a job there. And after having my own loveable pup, gotta say, feels great givin' more of em homes.

[spacepatrolhana]

they say home is where the heart is, you're the reason mine is beating

[dp-time-police]

Danny: "Do we give you a codename too?" Clockwork: "I don't need one." Danny: "What about Cogswort-" Clockwork: "No."

[josie-marks]

elphaba and glinda are stronger than me because if my girl rival stood in front of me with her face so close telling how much she loathes me i would just kiss her in the spot to be honest

[cubffections]

puppie came upstairs to snuggle n sleep beside me im fighting so much cuteness aggression!!!

[badlydrawn-brostrider]

dave, bro. get your head in the game! you gonna sit around and let bro talk to us? me? you-?- bro talk to you and I like think? huh? get your head in the fucking game Dawg.

DAVE: dont worry about me dude, ive got everythin under control, cool as a cucumber or other chilled fruit

DAVE: did you know cucumbers were a fruit and not a vegetable, thats fucked up, lived my whole life thinking they were vegetables then boom

DAVE: random google search and turns out those fuckers are fruit, i feel betrayed, i dont even like cucumbers dawg

DAVE: tomatoes, avocados, cucumbers, all those are fuckin fruits, whats next youre gonna tell me a goddamn squash is a fruit

DAVE: anyways

DAVE: im pretty much safe with the kinda dirt ive got on him lol

DAVE: took the guy down earlier too, even if he did have a disadvantage

[bethdehart]

GIANT sloth and normal sloth taurs. I think they are friends.

[deeplord]

warmup

[subjectnr8]

SoapxGhost pt4

"Warmin' yer hands"

“Where’s Soap?”

The lips of Price formed a hard line as he seemed to frown at Ghost’s question, like he had been expecting it but did not want to hear it. It had been 3 days since Ghost woke up with a feisty fever. In the last 3 days, the nurse came by every now and then to bring meds and do a routinely checkup. And in this time, neither Soap nor Gaz showed up to wish Ghost well.

Don’t get him wrong, Ghost hated to play the victims role, neither did he like to dwell in self-pity. (Except during some night watch shifts, but that was something else.) But it was very unusual for Soap not to show up at all. It was worrying, and the way Price acted whenever Ghost brought the Sergeant up did not ease Ghost’s overthinking mind.

Did something happen? Did they even know that he was sick? Where were they? Was Johnny ok?

“He is fine, son. Don’t-“

“I didn’t ask if he was ok. Where is he? And Gaz? All of them, for that matter.” Ghost could not muster up the strength to yell, his voice nothing but a low grumble of frustration. The soreness made his words sound rough. It reminded him of Soap and how his accent seemed to thicken when out of breath. More of a growling than actual human words.

Price cleared his throat and bit down on the inside of his cheek. He was evaluating the situation. Frustrated sick Simon Riley could only hold his gaze. Ghost would have insisted further, going on Price’ nerve until he would have his answers. But Simon was more patient, more trustful.

The gravelly voice of the captain was more soothing than Simon had expected it to be. He sounded defeated as he said that both Soap and Gaz were here at the base. They had been sent out on a seeming quick mission the day Ghost had gotten sick. There were complications, miscommunication to be exact and the team had gotten under fire. The mission resulted in a success but their target had stocked up on weapons and explosives, severely injuring the team. Including Soap and Gaz.

“A grenade set off too close to their cover.”

Simon had expected Price to fidget around, to be uncomfortable and stressed repeating the incident. But he had underestimated his captain, as Price was still talking in his soothing voice.

He tried to break it to Simon gently.

A hot wave rushed through Simon’s body. His heart dropped. Unable to blame it on either fever or anxiety, all Simon could do was stare at his superior. Price, with his gentle eyes and soothing voice. The stupid father figure Simon secretly always saw in him. With his stupid bucket hat.

“Don’t worry, son. Both are fine, but I ordered them to stay at the infirmary for a few more days. It was a quiet violent blow they have taken.” His brown beard jumped slightly as he pressed his lips into a thin smile. “But you know them. Most resilient muppets ever.” He huffed a laugh and shook his head, standing up with a slap to his thighs. “You can imagine the rant I had to endure as soon as Soap had found out you’re sick and he wasn’t allowed to leave bed.”

Simon just nodded, smiling softly. The short shock had knocked out the air of him, but his friends were fine. They were alive, gods, they probably got on Price’s nerves whenever he paid them a visit. The thick Scottish accent and Gaz’ sarcasm was the perfect mix to drive someone insane. They always got their way, specially Soap.

It pained Simon on how much he missed the angry, Scottish noises every time something did not go according to plan. According to Soaps plan, at least.

“I’ll get going now. I hope I eased your mind?” With one hand around the doorknob, Price looked at Simon with a raised eyebrow. Another nod. Simon swallowed down his anxiety while his throat scratched in the most unpleasant way possible. “Thanks, Price.”

He had been alone for at least two hours now. While Price had left, a nurse pushed past him to bring Ghost another pot of steaming tea. Sipping on said tea, Ghost had snuggled himself between pillows and blankets to watch a replay of last week’s football match.

England had been out a few weeks ago but that did not kill Simon’s interest, on the contrary. He was trying to figure out if the world cup was a faux where only the richest would win, OR if the teams had to merely rely on their skills.

Soap used to play football as well. A goalie to be exact. Sometimes between missions Soap would digress and talk about how the sport brings people together and is wonderful for teambuilding. He would continue to rant about certain matches, his accent getting so bad Ghost had to hold back his amusement.

Sometimes he did not understand a single word Soap was saying. Soap had to be reminded a lot to “just speak English, please”. Especially when Soap was led by raw emotion. Most of the time it was gentle bantering where he lost himself in his playfulness, but apparently Soap’s accent gets horribly bad when he’s mad.

Ghost had not witnessed Soap losing his marbles yet, Gaz on the other hand has. Multiple times. And he was making sure Ghost would know every detail, once Johnny only saw red. Soap, for some reason unknown, never spoke about his outbursts. Which made Gaz even more talkative.

“Don’t forget he has an entire room for himself! I swear he must be sucking Price good if he gets such special treatment!”

“You're doing my nut in!” Johnny’s fist slammed down on the cheap wooden table. Suddenly, the cafeteria went silent. The buzzing of conversations  from just seconds ago had died down, wide eyes staring at Soap was all that’s left. But Soap didn’t care. All he cared about was that group of rookies sitting across his table. They were looking at him, afraid for an obvious reason.

Ghost couldn’t imagine Soap angry, but according to Gaz he had been furious. “Downright terrifying. I thought he would smash his head in! For a second it seemed he was switched out with some angry pit bull!” Ghost still wished he had witnessed this himself, but if he was honest, the rookies wouldn’t have done it if he would have been present.

Gaz had seemed so excited to tell Ghost about what had happened a week after Hasan has been KIA. They still sometimes talk about it, mostly to annoy Soap with.

Soap had jumped up from his seat, fist starting to prickle with pain. He stared the rookies down, waiting for them to say something. To repeat what they just had joked about. What they just had said about Ghost. Simon. “Yer bums oot the windae! Dae ye even have a clue o' who he is? Or whit he has done?”

Gaz placed a hand on his back, a weak attempt to calm the Scotsman down. Soap had jerked away from the calming gesture, instead making his way over to the rookies. They seemed terrified, panic spreading on their table as Soap closed the distance between them with slow steps. He breathed in deeply to try and calm his mind. He stops, leaning down a little as he stared the guy down who started all the ranting. Trying his best to calm his anger, his next words were slow and deep, silent. But he knew the rookies understood him loud and clear. “Watch yer pumpin' mouth before I will make ye shut it forever.”

He placed a hand on the jaw of the frightened man, squeezing. “Am I clear?” Slow, rough words. Soap’s plan had worked out exactly like he hoped, as the rookie nodded his head harshly. Voice cracking, nothing more than a silent whimpering as the Scot nearly crushed his jaw. “Sir, yes, Sir!”

Ghost chuckled to himself at the thought of a furious Soap. The entire thing naturally flattered him greatly and he even spoke his thanks to the Sergeant once he got the chance. He didn’t expect his friends to stand up for him but Johnny did it either way. Without hesitation, not expecting any recognition. He apparently was just doing the right thing.

“Is there something like an English-to-Scottish Translator?” It had made Ghost choke back a laughter. Gaz just smirked as he threw the question into the room. Obviously, Soap got into trouble for making suck a ruckus, but Price had such a big soft spot for Soap, the penalty he ended up with what could’ve been consider nothing.

“I want you to create a schedule for our rookies. Laps, stretching, workout. Seems like you make a good drill sergeant. Now it’s time for you to shine.” Price smirked, crossing his arms as Soap’s cheeks warmed.

Simon’s gaze wandered over his room’s door. He scratched his chin, a few stubbles making themselves present. Would anyone notice if he quickly left his room to find his friends? Before overthinking, he snatched his mask from the bedside table and wobbly stood up from his bed. Once he left the warmth of his sheets an immediate shiver ran through his body. Goosebumps littering his skin.  

“Fucking-” Ghost pulled his mask over his face and grabbed one of his lighter blankets. He threw it over his shoulders and made slow, yet steady, steps towards the door. It would be a quick visit, but he wanted to see him them.

A knock. Ghost froze in his track. His hand barely above the doorknob as the door slowly creaked open.

part 5 is ready for youuu

[lessoninfutility]

12/17/23 studies

[varldsormr]

DEMEANOR AND MANNERISMS GUIDE . Bold is for what applies often, italics is for what applies sometimes / in specific circumstances.

EYES. avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact, avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion, looks down away when emotional, looks up when emotional, cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears, wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking, seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes move constantly during conversation, expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate, looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking. 

HANDS.  clasps behind back, rests in lap, fidgets with clothes, twiddles thumbs, chews at nails, pushes back cuticles, draws patterns on table / counter surfaces, animated gestures while speaking, only gestures to emphasize, utilizes sign language, speaks only through sign, callouses, scars, smooth, wrinkled, worn, soft, delicate, boney, slender, thick,veiny, touches others while speaking, reaches out while laughing, reaches out to comfort others, reaches out to seek comfort, places face in hands when exasperated, places face in hands when exhausted, places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed, rests chin in hands, taps fingers when impatient, taps fingers when nervous, taps fingers while thinking, scratches scalp, strokes chin, rubs back of head, toys with objects around them, runs fingers over surfaces while walking by.

MOUTH.  chews lip, chews at inside of cheek, licks lips, bites tongue, chews on straws, resting frown, resting smile, neutral resting expression, resting pout, grinds teeth, flexes jaw, covers mouth when laughing, covers mouth when shocked, covers mouth when concerned, hands to lips while thinking, covers mouth when chewing, chews with mouth closed, chews with mouth open, smirks, grins, subtle smiles, wide smiles, sad smiles, intimidating smiles, menacing grins, openly smiles, tries to suppress smiles, bares teeth when angry, lips quiver when emotional, stutters, speaks quickly, speaks slowly, good pronunciation, poor pronunciation, moderate pronunciation, purses lips, sucks in lips, holds mouth open when shocked or confused.

LEGS.   bounces leg when 'nervous', draws knees to chest when sitting, draws knees to chest as a means of comfort, sits on knees, sits with legs crossed, sits with legs spread open in chairs, crosses legs when sitting in chairs, sits with one leg folded under the other, places feet on furniture, never places feet on furniture, sits on counters, sits on desks, sits on tables, sits on edge of seat, sits hunched over with forearms on knees, arches one knee up, sits on the arm of chairs / couches, feet on dashboard, swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated, wiggles toes when nervous, wiggles toes as a general tick, shuffles feet, kicks foot into ground, stomps feet, loud footsteps, quiet footsteps, silent footsteps. 

HAIR. runs fingers through hair, tugs at hair, picks at scalp, chews on hair, twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous, smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous, prefers hair out of face, prefers long(er) hair, prefers short hair, wears hair back, keeps hair down, smooths back hair, plays with other’s hair while talking, plays with own hair while talking, strokes hair to 'comfort' others, likes having hair stroked for their own comfort, braids others’ hair while talking, braids own hair while talking, flips hair out of face, pushes hair out of face, leaves hair alone even when falling into face.

TAGGED BY: @lovehungered TAGGING: [ gestures vaguely ]

[mapplestrudel]

Doodle times yes!!! Can you make a quick doodle of a craft you've made that it's your favourite? :3

Ohoooo! It was hard to choose, but I present you -

✨✨✨The Neck Warminator 9000 ✨✨✨

It's a gigantic Shakarian scarf I made for the Mass Effect Holiday Cheer back in January, and it's squishy and comfy and warm and cozy - like hug from Garrus himself ^_^

(btw: that Archangel logo? easier to crochet than to draw, good grief! xD)

[impzone]

maybe i will get back into knights after all.....

[ghowxst]

ohmygod it's finally warming up I can wear pretty skirts and shorts im gonna expholiate and shave my legs and they're gonna feel so smooth and look so g-

wrong!

mosquito bitè