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Rashida Tlaib has set up a petition to send to the White House to recognize and stop the ethnic cleansing and forced displacement happening in Gaza. If you’re a US citizen please sign. I have no illusions that this will change policy, but the public outcry against their actions must continue. We will not be distracted or discouraged from continuing to object to these humans rights violations.
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HSRHHEAUDH STOP THIS IS SO ADORABLE
THANK YOU MOTH 💓
@glossysoap babes look at the kitties
KITTY LOAF PICREW
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Don't stop talking about palestine!!!!
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EXCUSE ME????? THIS IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING???? WTH
Girl rage, girl rage, girl rage!!
CW for Simon being a Jerk and a Creep, mentions of violence and murder, and kidnapping.
One time in high school, there was a boy that wouldn’t leave you alone. You gave him a million chances to knock it off, growing more and more hostile, snapping your teeth. The inappropriate touches in the hall, the lewd comments at lunch breaks, the fucking pictures. Nothing salacious, just long shots of you from afar, trying to go about your day.
One day he reached for your chest and you snapped two of his fingers. His parents wailed that you ruined his rugby career. You told them he should get better at football.
When you’re annoyed, you crack the knuckles of those same fingers on your own hand.
It’s the first thing you do when you wake up in a bare, grey basement, laid on a thin cot on the ground. Pop, pop. Recalibrating your foggy mind.
You don’t quite remember how you got here. Last clear thing is the bar. Doesn’t matter how you got here though, at least for the moment - just that you are here. And you don’t want to be.
You’re handcuffed, chain looped through an exposed pipe above your head. You clink it once, twice. Decide it’s fairly sturdy and take stock of everything else.
Your stomach is a bit tight with nausea - drug induced, you figure. Ugh. And your head aches, nothing a glass of water won’t fix.
But all your clothes are intact, no ache between your thighs or burgeoning bruises on your breasts. No shoes, though. Bummer, you liked those.
You crack the knuckles on your other hand; pop, pop.
You think of the scent of cheap whiskey, shattered glass, policemen wrapping you in a shock blanket. Remember your date chocking on his own vomit in a dark alley, then someone much bigger and stronger grabbing you as you tried to leave.
Hm.
The pipes are warm. You settle back against them and wait.
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You don’t scream when Simon enters the basement. Don’t make a single peep. You shift against the pipes, tucking your feet under you as he approaches. Your eyes are so big, rounded as you peer up at him through your lashes.
“Such a smart girl,” he coos, “staying quiet for me. Or are you just that scared?”
You blink at him, the tiniest indent dimpling your bottom lip from your teeth. He crouches down in front of you, arms balanced on his knees. You’re curled up so small. He wants to bundle you in his lap, tuck you away.
“It’s alright, little one,” he soothes. “There’s no need to be scared.”
You twitch a bit, the metal cuffs clicking together. He flicks his eyes to them, sighs.
“Those are so that you don’t do something stupid,” he explains patiently. “Like you did earlier.”
A little furrow of confusion creases your brows. He exhales, amused despite himself. So precious, his girl. Like you can’t fathom why he would be upset with you.
“Going out with a strange man.”
He tuts, feels that black rage simmering again, same he felt when he realized you and that slime were no longer at the bar.
“He almost hurt you in that alley,” he reminds, “had he not been so drunk he tripped over his own fucking feet.”
He takes a second to breathe, fingers twitching. They feel too dry, too clean. He was so worried about getting you home that he had no time to bother taking care of that scum.
“I tried to let you have your fun, baby. I really did. But I can’t — I can’t anymore. The world is far too dangerous.” He brushes the backs of his fingers down your cheek, coos at the little shudder that runs through you. “And you’ve proven that you can’t take care of yourself.”
Your lips part. Shock, confusion, protest. It doesn’t matter, he’s more distracted feeling the soft give of your plush bottom lip beneath his thumb, bitten pink.
“It’s alright. You don’t have to worry about that anymore,” he soothes. “I’ll take care of you from now on.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, dropping your head to your arm. He hums.
“I know, sweet girl, I know. This is for the best, I promise.”
You sniffle a bit, blink wet eyes open. Wet your lips with the tip of your pretty pink tongue.
“What… what do I call you?” you ask, voice soft and raspy.
Oh, such a sweet thing. Such a sweet, clever girl. You’re going to be so, so good for him.
“Just Ghost for now, luv. Let me get you some water, you’ve earned it.”
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You exhale slow and soft, counting every fourth heartbeat. If you don’t, you’ll start trying to break things. The smart money is on your bones giving before that stupid pipe. So. Breathing it is.
You’ve never felt out of control in anger. Everything is always so sharp and clear, you think and move with a precision you usually can’t coax from mind or body.
This… Ghost, though.
It was a pleasant surprise that he didn’t realize what you did in the alley. Too dark, perhaps. Too quiet. Perhaps he thought you were fleeing in fear.
It’s an advantage you can’t squander. He’s much bigger than you, much stronger. Carries himself with posture and purpose reminiscent of military or former military bearing. There’s a physicality to the way he moves that echos violence.
You know that you will only get one proper shot to escape. There is no point wasting it on shouting and cursing and snarling. Even if he did only consider it bluster and bark, it would plant seeds of doubt in his mind. Make him careful and conscious of any slip ups.
Sometimes, rabid animals appear friendly or docile. The virus gets a new victim close enough to turn and bite, spreading and infecting.
You run your tongue over your teeth, imagine the taste of blood if you’d bitten through his thumb like you wanted to. Inhale and exhale again, start the counter over.
Pause to resist another sneeze, blinking past watery eyes and sniffling it away. Christ, he couldn’t have at least cleaned the basement before chaining you up down here? Could barely focus on his ridiculous monologue through the allergies.
Not that you think you missed much; and you’re sure you’ll be hearing it again.
He’s just like every other man you’ve ever killed, you muse, settling in again. And it’ll be so, so sweet watching the blood bloom.
#YO THE ENDING I WAS NOT READY FOR AT ALL#needs to be a movie rn#cod imagine#x reader#cod x y/n#reblog this hunt♻️
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NOT HIM STARTING A FIRE
Simon with a black partner that makes him put on lotion
"you are not leaving this house ashy again."
"im not ashy.."
his arm kicks up sparks when you scratch it
"not ashy, my ass."
#IM CACKLING OMG#simon riley#ashy ghost#his partner gonna be like “baby? where'd you go?”#simon: im right here#AND HES BLENDED INTO THE PURE WHITE WALL#BECAUSE HE DONT WHEAR LOTION#hilarious#ghost cod#black reader#cod imagine#reblog this hunt♻️
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DONT YOU ATTACK ME EXCUSE ME
writers whenever they’re starting a new fic: I have these ✨ vibes ✨ now I’ll have to build an entire plot and write an entire fic about those vibes
#WIWOW AM I CALLED OUT OR WHAT#im in this post and i DONT LIKE IT#*angry harumphing*#reblog this hunt♻️
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DUDE STOP BC I JUST FOUND OUT SOAP DIES IN MW3😭-🪼
Sigh... yeah I know 😔
#the scottish bbl loser had to go#AND SO SOON#FOR WHY COD GODS???? FOR WHY#soap mactavish#soap mw3#cod spoilers#hunter's ask lounge ☕️
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Tbh completely honest with you i’m in love with you and your writing and i hope both sides of your pillow are cold every night 🤧🤧
BWUH WAH WUH-- OMG IM BLUSHING
KICKING MAH FEET
ROLLING ON THE GROUND
BASHING MY HEAD ON THE WALL
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drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️
MWAH
WAAAHHH THIS IS SO CUTE!! Thank you glossy, my dear! I'm so glad I make you happy fr fr😭😭❤️❤️❤️
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I wish people would stop saying “It’s July. Well done for wasting half a year.” Did you make someone smile in the past six months? Did you stroke a cat or throw a stick for a dog? Did you learn a new fact or teach someone a new joke? Did you laugh, cry, scream or sing in the past six months? Because if so, congratulations for not wasting your time at all.
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What yall think? Would you read this?
(Imma do it anyway, but it's been rotting my brain lol)
Please reblog so I can see how many people are interested!
Dude I'm so thinking about making an action comic about a tall dragon queen whos op as fuck and needs to cleanse the world.
But not cleanse the world of humans, no. They're already gone.
She needs to cleanse the world of her own creations.
She messed up, you see. Knocked the balance of the earth off completely, now turning everything into a firey wasteland. Her creations now wandering the scorched plains, still causing chaos just because they can.
And with the help of her former right hand man (and ex-lover TEEHEE) he now wants to go to other worlds and cause havoc.
She didn't want this. She wanted to help... she only wanted to help the humans. But now look where that got her.
Nothing but death and pain.
Now angered by her creations, her Infernateps, and furious with herself, she starts her genocide and won't stop until every last one of them is dead.
#IMMA STILL WRITE ON HERE- IM TRYING TO FIND TIME BUT IM TOO BUSY ENJOYING MY TIME WITH MY FAMILY#fucking love my people bro#i think this is a cool idea! please reblog cause i wanna see if anyone else thinks so too lol
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It’s been a pleasure to share the brainrot with you all in 2023, here’s to another year of not being able to move on from the same show we’ve been hyperfixating on for years 🥂
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—Maturing is realizing how hot this actually is—
#cant believe we're talking about some ghost balls#(i want to nibble on them like creme eggs)#AM I IN HEAT WTF IS UP BRUH#simon ghost riley#simon riley#call of duty modern warfare#reblog this hunt♻️
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omggg yess more all fem taskforce!!! currently living for it
YESSSSIIIRRRRRRRR
I'm almost done with the headcannons, so hopefully it turns out well
✨️✨️GIRL POWER BABES LMAO
#i love making up things in already formed fandoms#ITS JUST SO MUCH FUN LOL#task force 141 x reader#hunter's ask lounge ☕️
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SHRHEHSHSHAHRJSJ GLOSSY (unintelligible yelling and garbles) GLOSSY HWAT TAE FUCK
IM GRABBING YOU BY THE SCRUFF AND YELLING AT YOU BECAUSE WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THIS ONE???? EXCUSE ME??? Suckin on their tips rn all at once I swear to shit-- YOU KEPT THIS ONE A SECRET BABES HOW D A R E YOU
thanks for the tip ; 141 camgirl au
tags: poly 141 x reader, camgirl reader, afab reader, use of fem anatomy, smut.
note: this isn’t as official bc it’s a drabble/rambling of a future fic idea.
🏷️: @warenai @viylikescats @cassiecasluciluce @divine--serenity @sunnynomoar @lilpothoscuttings @jumbojazzcats93 @krakenbabe @lordlydragon
you’re their hacker. so you’re not actively in combat, but more behind the scenes gathering intel while they’re in combat. that leaves you with plenty of privacy and more free time than the boys. and you enjoy your sexuality. you own it!
so you become a camgirl. you make sure to maintain anonymity of course, by wearing a mask and using a voice changer. and because you’re a hacker, you made sure that no one could track your IP address and find out you worked on base.
imagine the boys are looking to blow off steam. with one hand on their cock and the other on the computer mouse, they started skimming the camgirl site. until they saw a picture of a live. they clicked on it, and their breath hitches. it’s a girl sitting on her bed, legs spread open and dildo fucking her soaking wet pussy. her moans were loud and desperate, in tandem with the wet sounds.
your head is thrown back in pleasure and your hips buck against your toy, as your hand pumps it in and out. you were wearing a mask so they couldn’t see that it was you. and they’ve never heard you moan so they didn’t know that was you.
but they kept finding themselves coming back to your lives, watching you squirt around your toys or your fingers with a cry of pleasure. white ropes of cum would spurt from their cocks as they watch the anonymous girl on the screen squirting. squirting on the toy that they so desperately wished was their own cock.
your subscribers had the opportunity to send in requests, with tips of course. and the boys took full advantage of that. all with throwaway accounts, of course.
ghost would ask you to wear a skeleton mask. or he might even send you old skeleton gloves of his to wear while you fucked yourself on your fingers. he could feel himself getting hard at the thought of his favorite camgirl squirting on the exact gloves he wore.
soap would ask for you to moan for him, moan his name. he was lucky that johnny was a common name. “johnny, please! i need to cum, please please please!” hearing you moan his name while you squeezed around your thick dildo? just about made him cum himself.
gaz would ask for you to call him sir while you came. maybe even throwing in his name every once in a while. again, he was lucky that kyle was such a common name. hearing you cry, “please let me cum, sir! pleasepleaseplease kyle!” is what pushes him to his own orgasm.
now PRICE? he would make you beg to cum. make you call him captain. “please please please captain! please let me cum on your cock!” then after he finally let you cum, he would tip you over and over. requesting an orgasm for each tip. so you would be forced to squirt on your dildo for the captain, over and over.
they would watch you for a month or so before they noticed a small detail. well, small for anyone but big for them. because that small detail was a birthmark on your wrist. that they saw whenever you pushed the dildo into your cunt over and over, or whenever you pumped three fingers in.
it was also the same birthmark they saw whenever they watched you type on your computer, searching for intel.
©️ glossythor 2023. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.
#fuck a camera-- ALL YALL JUST JUMP ON THIS PUSSY#LIKE WTF#COME HERE SOAP AND GAZ IM SO READY#this was so horny to read i love it#GLOSSY GIRL YOU WILL BE THE DEATH OF MEEEEE#BITING MY FIST AND GROANING#AND IM LOOKING AT THE DATE-- YOU MADE THIS IN OCTOBER???? AND TOLD NO ONE YOU WERE MAKING SUCH A BANGER#WOOOOOWWWWWWW#i love you#soap cod#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#cod price#ghost cod#call of duty#call of duty x reader#task force 141 x reader#reblog this hunt♻️
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💐✨SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨💐
RAHHHH MWAH MWAH <33
AAAAWWWWWW STAWPPPPP GLOSSY ILYSMMM <3<3<3
You always make me smile fr fr ❤️
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