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#hand em over!!
catgirlknighted · 10 months
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me with all of your cocks, clits, girlcocks, tdicks, dicks, tcocks, girldicks, boyclits, etc.
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(loosely) that scene from potc... its so Them i think...
#apologies for the low quality scribbles i simply couldn't be fucked!! <3<3<3#and they're a lil funky.... i havent drawn em in a while....#but geez. man. oof. ough#the potential of the pining + Names ouagshashjafkanvfla#THE RITUALS ARE INTRICATE#scribble salad#franklydear#welcome home#ever since finding out how they call each other by last names my brain has been Mush over that#the layers!!! the potential for development!!!#what would the transition to first-name-usage look like#i feel like they're gonna be on first name basis Before they actually refer to each other by their first names#and maybe frank will call him eddie first.... maybe....#leaving eddie to be the one maintaining a sort of 'professional' distance#but in the process making their interactions Way more intimate and emotionally Charged than they would've been otherwise#its about the suspense... about the 'am i allowed to know what your name feels like'....#the 'i want nothing more than to know what my name sounds like in your voice'#receiving your mail and waiting for the time he finally allows that little distance to be closed with one simple syllable#or delivering the mail and waiting for him to open both doors w/ hand & name#both an allowance and a confirmation and an answer and a promise wrapped up in one little word#Im Just Speculating & Rambling at this point#OUGH FRANKLYDEAR <3<3<3<3#i cant wait to watch them really go Through the Horrors while falling in love#bc when nothing is real or certain what else can you cling to but each other#so abnormal about them....#wh has opened my eyes to the inherent romanticism & pain of mail carriers#they will always come to your door but they will also always leave#and the gifts they give you are always from someone Else#all you can hope for are those Moments where your fingers brush as they hand over letters#where the only true words between you are the ones hidden away in ink and belonging to neither of you
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adoreyor · 1 year
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one of my favourite things is imagining pining loid. while pining yor is sweet, i much prefer the idea of loid freaking out about being in love. it just makes me so happy. hes a spy, and we know hes had relationships with people in the past for the sake of his missions, so the idea of him falling in love for real and freaking out about it is so sweet. he might be really smooth when hes trying to win over people he needs to use but when it comes to yor, someone hes ACTUALLY in love with, hes an absolute mess. he constantly messes up his words, blushes very easily, gets distracted because he cant take his eyes of her etc etc. meanwhile, poor yor thinks shes done something wrong because loid cant look her in the eyes and its all because loid knows he’ll want to just kiss her if he looks into them. the idea of him accepting his feelings for yor and realising that he wants to be more than just fake husband and wife but actual partners, is so so heartwarming to me.
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feline-evil · 2 months
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Nathan Explosionnnnnnnnn
I drew this left-handed by heavily referencing screenshots from the show because my right hand is out of action yet again <3 this was exhausting to do OTL
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tequiilasunriise · 6 months
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bitches really be out here publicly divorcing as if they weren’t in a secret relationship
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darkwood-sleddog · 3 months
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I will never understand some dog trainers aversion to just not allowing a dog that guards resources from other dogs to interact with other dogs when having that resource. it's just so simple. or like. just closing a gate or door.
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alpacahat67 · 7 months
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bal and nimona are like that one off-broadway hamilton clip where hamilton is getting way too into it and washington is audibly very confused
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my-darling-boy · 4 days
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Best part of the Sabaton Great War film that played in museums by FAR was the night trench scene opening up on a lone French soldier checking to see if anyones around and then whipping out and DEVOURING a 3 foot long baguette
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parasight-selfships · 29 days
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[cocks gun and points it at my brain] HAND OVER THE ROMANTIC F/O DREAMS YOU SACK OF SHIT—
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milkratz · 1 year
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“Just fuckin hold still, ya daft bastard.”
Soap was fuming. Beyond fuming, really, if that was possible. His hands were shaking with barely concealed rage as he fought to open the first aid kit. 
“Johnny-.”
Soap couldn’t help but slam the first aid kit down, having been unable to open it with how badly his fingers trembled. 
“Don’t Johnny me.” 
Yeah, he was mad.
Ghost leaned up, the bare skin of his lower face streaked with bloody and smeared makeup, his mouth open like he was going to defend himself. Soap leveled him with a glare. He sighed, his own face twisting in frustration. And then pain, when he attempted to reach up one hand to fiddle with his mask, and pulled at the wound on his side. 
At the show of pain, Soap immediately got back to work, ignoring the tremor in his hands. There was an uneasy silence between them, Ghost hardly making a sound as Soap attempted to thread the needle. 
“Stabbed. You got fucking stabbed.” Ghost said nothing in response to this, just hung his head lowly. Whether that was in response to Johnny’s slowly dissipating anger, or the pain in his side, it wasn’t clear. 
Johnny worked in silence. He could feel his face tighten as he struggled to unclench his jaw, his lips pulled into a frown; It tugged at his own face wounds, nothing large enough to warrant medical attention. Not like Ghost.
Ghost who got stabbed.
Ghost who got stabbed, trying to protect Soap.
Ghost who got stabbed, trying to protect Soap, because Soap is a bloody idiot.
His eyes burned. He swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat, as he pulled away from Ghost. The stitching was as best he could do; He wasn’t a medical professional and they’d have to wait till Ghost could get seen properly. Until then, this shoddy excuse for stitch work would have to make do. 
Ghost’s breath was coming a little heavier now, wheezing a bit as he struggled to inhale deeply. The adrenaline had undoubtedly worn off by now, leaving the pain in full force. Unfortunately, other than some tablets, there was nothing Soap could do for the pain. 
“You’re mad.” Ghost wheezed it, his tone blank. Almost confused. “I’m sorry.” He was leaning back on the paper thin excuse for a mattress, one hand resting gently over the sore stitches in his side, while the other reached for his discarded, bloody shirt. 
Johnny let out a shuddering breath. “Ahm not mad. Well- Not at you.” It was hitting him now, the guilt. Like a heavy weight, clogging his arteries, crushing his chest. Ghost made a small sound, confused. 
“Ahm mad at meself,” Johnny said solemnly. The burning in his eyes came back tenfold, his voice cracking. “Ahm mad ‘cuz ay fucked up and ye suffered for it.” 
“Johnny,” Ghost said sadly. His lips were pulled into a tight frown, pulling at the dry skin. “We all make mistakes. Don’t blame yourself for this.” 
“How cannae not?” Johnny spluttered. To his despair, he could feel the tears he had desperately been trying to blink away begin to fall. He kept his face turned away, but he knew from the way his shoulders shook it was obvious he was crying.
God, he fucked up and now he’s crying over it, like a kid who spilt milk at lunchtime. 
“Ya got injured. Because of meh,” Johnny knew his voice was broken, sniffling now. A hand reached out, grasping at his own hand, tugging at him to turn around. He did.
He looked at Ghost, the height difference for once switched from Ghost sitting on the mattress. “Ahm sorry,” Johnny croaked, his free hand reaching to scrub at his wet eyes. His hands had blood on them, most of it dry. He tried not to focus on how the majority of it was Ghost’s. 
Ghost was silent - he’d never been one for words, after all. Ghost tugged; Johnny went. He plopped down next to Ghost, careful not to jostle him too much. The stitches were fresh. They didn’t need Ghost to tear ‘em and start bleeding out before Exfil could grab them. 
“I’m not,” Ghost said. Johnny looked at him confusedly, too focused on stewing in his own guilt. At the look, Ghost clarified, “I’m not sorry. For saving you.” His lips pursed, like he didn’t know whether to continue or not, and under the dirt and blood, Ghost’s cheeks reddened. Johnny’s eyes were wide at the admission. 
There was silence. Then the dams pretty much broke. It was a shoddy one, but that... That sounded like a confession. Johnny’s lower lip wobbled, “G-Ghost.” Tears were now freely flowing down his face, and Ghost pulled Johnny into him.
Resting his face in the crook of Ghost’s neck, feeling his pulse beat against his ear, Soap cried. He cried because he was scared, but he also cried because he was grateful - Grateful that Ghost was still by his side. 
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ghcstao3 · 1 year
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ghostsoap piercer x tattoo artist au
soap is new to the studio and is immediately drawn to ghost—the quiet, aloof piercer—despite everyone else being like yeah, no way you’ll be able to get him to say more than a few words to you for months, but to everyone’s surprise they become friends very quickly, initially bonding over a shared fear of needles despite their professions
not long after meeting soap, ghost doesn’t let anyone else tattoo him, and vice versa with soap and piercings. and it becomes very rare that there’s ever a day that they don’t work together
no one knows how soap managed to get ghost out of his shell, and so quickly, but they don’t care because, honestly, they’ve never seen their piercer so happy
(and along with soap, it kind of does wonders for business)
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tragedydenji · 21 days
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kacchan had heart surgery? well if he still wants someone to share his heart with in the future HE BETTER GET THE FUCK ON THE BATTLEGROUND NOW.
one of his arms are hurt? wont matter if no one's there to hold it. so! solution?? enter the SCENE.
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fuckmeyer · 1 year
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girl please, Charlie Swan is Team Werewolf and you know it
#it's like Bella has no conception of the socioeconomic symbolism attached to these monsters!!#girl why on earth would the middleclass police chief of a tiny rural town in Washington#choose the wealthy murderous parasites?????#OK besties as i'm typing that out i see why charlie might side with the wealthy murderous parasites#yes he IS an american cop so siding with the parasites does make sense#but think of all the paperwork he would have to do when the cullens kill someone! i mean. come on.#also it aint like cullen out there paying off the pigs so really what is Charlie getting out of this relationship#it's no bribes all paperwork? i don't care how American this cop is he is Anti Vamp and that's that on that#WEREWOLVES on the other hand......... besties let's review the cold fax ok#they're a blue collar blue jeans blue skies all day baby kinda monster. crack open a cold one with the boys kinda monster.#pull over on the road to lend you some spark plugs kinda monster. bring a dairy-based dip to the charity softball game kinda monster#big plus: they're on the DL. neat & tidy cover story. no killing. protect & serve yeah baby. no parasites here my boys WORK for a living#the boys are 0% paperwork (no killing) and 100% bribes (dairy-based dips)#Charlie's deffo Team Werewolf at best and turning a blind eye at worst#as far as this man's concerned the werewolves are the Olympic Natl Park rangers' problem#bear who???? don't know em#twilight#twilight renaissance#bella swan#the twilight saga#jacob black#charlie swan#eclipse read
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orowyrm · 1 year
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what if they got less doll-like and more human over time, like with the more spirals you completed and the more times you slayed them in wyrm form…… 🤔🧐
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3amsnek · 1 year
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a very merry birth to our most logical boy :]
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reblogs >> likes!! don’t like if you don’t reblog!
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dipplinduo · 16 days
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Brain Chemistry = INFLUENCED Your Feelings = IN DANGER
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When @kyokokusakabe is whispering ideas in your ear ft. @snobithesnorunt screaming "I LIKED THE WAR BETTER" in the background
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