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Me: *sees a cod post that has everyone except Gaz*
Me: raises an eyebrow looks through page, no Gaz but there’s Konig instead.
me again: sees a concerning post about them not putting Gaz.
Also me: *sighs* “not another one “ *blocks*
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he definitely fucks but there’s no way he fucks normal
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tumblr is great because no matter how many followers i get it doesn't stop me from being really fucking annoying. other places i will perhaps think before i post. Not here. not here
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i hope this email finds you panting and moaning and begging for it
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Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children
Y’ALL HAVE TIME TO REBLOG THIS. IT TAKES LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS.
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me and the gals talking about fictional men's cocks on tumblr dot com
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i’m crying, this so beautiful 😭😭
some sad thoughts about the Terrible, Awful Thing in MW3
cw: soap's death, blood, grief/ptsd
whatever you do don't think about Simon forgetting what Soap's voice sounded like. what he smelled like. his dry laugh when he'd laugh at his own joke. the irritating, uncoordinated taps of his fingers against any table in front of him.
has to replay the big, scary memories to get his Fix of Johnny, since they're the only ones vivid enough to soothe him.
but it always leaves him emptier than the last walk of nostalgia. fists shaking, clenched so tight that his fingernails leave biting, crimson crescents on his palms.
or think about how someone would have to go through all of Soap's things, and of course, that burden landed on Simon. to decide to donate or discard the possessions.
Simon kept everything.
couldn't bear to throw any of it out, let alone turn to ash. ended up boxing it all up and letting it sit in his closet back home.
there's no trace of their friendship anywhere, anymore.
only an empty chair in the briefing room.
the empty bunk at base that 'no one's allowed to lie in again' as long as Ghost lives.
sometimes, when his knees can take it, he'll kneel and pull the cardboard flaps apart. fishes out the blue, glass bottle sitting atop some clothes and holds it up.
watches how it glints against the sun peeking through his blinds, as if to be sure it has the same amount of liquid inside as last time. it always does.
Simon twists off the cap completely. brings the neck of the tiny bottle to his nose, and inhales. breathes deep, until his sinuses tingle and burn from the intensity of the fragrance.
and suddenly, the memories flood the bedroom.
his unique brogue.
his punchy aftershave.
his prickly stubble.
how tightly he gripped his body that day, stayed with him until he stopped twitching, his cerulean eyes turning dull. sleeves soaked, jaw clenched, eyes leaky. the lieutenant's frantic hands trying to put pressure on the wound and no sooner, giving up.
how he choked and wept when reality hit him, concealed by his mask. and the way he kept his composure while speaking into his comms, despite his scarred lips quivering.
how his stubble roughed against Simon's cheek through his balaclava when he leaned close, making him shudder. the smell of him, still potent, but marred by the ominous, metallic scent of all the blood.
that woody, masculine aroma punches him across the face and lingers even after he screws the cap back on. and suddenly, he is reassured that he really existed.
visions of him appear faster than Simon can keep up with; all the good and bad.
the way his hands felt.
the way his eyes gleamed.
the way he knitted his brows.
the way he listened.
every bit of him. hard to miss. hard to hate. his Johnny always had that effect on people.
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when my "do not disturb" is on, i am not doing work i am protecting my peace and rotting my brain with fanfic so mind your business
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no offense but the cutest thing to me is random little kisses like not even, on the lips just, when someone kisses you on the temple or like?? the top of your head or anywhere honestly its just rlly cute and I’m suffering
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Why can't gay people just say "i love you" instead of stabbing each other?
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Sorry but your sexual fantasy has a plot hole in it. Orgasm denied.
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me consuming every piece of queer media instead of having a social life:
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