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trainstationgoodbye · 2 months

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I don't mean to keep you from getting to work or anything. I just knew if I didn't start driving, I wasn't gonna see you again. I didn't want that. That's all.

Lily Gladstone as The Rancher in Certain Women (2016) dir. Kelly Reichardt

#filmedit #filmgifs #moviegifs #doyouevenfilm #fyeahmovies #fuckyeahwomenfilmdirectors #userfilm #cinemapix #dailyflicks #certain women #lily gladstone #gifs #*#i am sooooo sorry about the quality of these i never found an actual 1080p download </3 #posting anyway bc i need her so bad it haunts me

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xcherryerim · 1 month

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Have you ever wonder

how many donuts can be stacked around Futturman’s cock?

Well, I have the answer for you! (keep in mind i am super bad at math)

Futturman is around 10inches to 10.5 inches (soft).

For this experiment let’s say it’s 10 inches, while a glazed donut from Krispy kreme is usually 1 1/4 inches, bringing out a total of…

8 donuts!

but you’re probably wondering, “what about when it’s hard?”

A post of medicalxpress.com states that when hard, the cock usually grows about 3 inches. Making it 13 inches for futturman.

Once we divide 13 inches by 1 1/4 it brings our total to 10.4 making it…

10 donuts in total!

#i am so sorry #yeah i swear is around that but yk i’m bad at math so if i get it wrong sorry #now i have a penis photo in my phone smh #josh futturman #josh futterman #josh futturman x you #josh futturman headcannons #josh futturman smut #josh futterman x reader #josh futturman x reader #josh future man #josh hutcherson supremacy #josh hutcherson

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a-memory-a-distant-echo · 1 day

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i know that it's at partly just that i do not generally post when i ride, but fang duobing, bounciest boy on the screen at all times, posting incredibly dramatically, is very funny and charming to me. he really wakes up and is like 'fuck yeah, every day is leg day, work them thighs!'

like, sir. please. you're gonna die. how far are you riding. how can you possibly sustain that, you cannot, it is impossible. how will you walk when you get off that horse. your thighs will be of steel, by which i mean utterly incapable of moving.

#mysterious lotus casebook #fang duobing #anyhow i've remembered how to make gifs and it's gonna be everyone's problem #also this is not at all a dig #it's genuinely very charming to me!#he's a keener! he just can't help it!#but also for real: the thigh pain #excited to see how bad the tumblr compression fucks this up #sorry to actual horse people #i am not really a horse person just a person who grew up around horses #and so i know how to ride them for like...transportation reasons #you know?#i will never be a Good Rider or anything like that

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caedmonfaith · 16 days

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I have, once again, failed to promote my current project here. Let me rectify that.

Whickber Street is a human AU, enemies to lovers (but only one of them is an enemy), grumpy x sunshine (and Crowley is the sunshine), in which many of the side characters we all love are getting a little more attention than usual. I’ve tried very hard to balance a lot of emotional topics, including grief, bias, and parental trauma, with a healthy dose of comedy. It is also a love story (bc it’s me), but not solely a love story for our Ineffable Husbands! There are multiple other couples who will find love! Features Tracy as a sex shop owner, Shadwell as an aging rock star, Fergus as the bartender, and Jim as…Jim!

Summary:

Anthony J. Crowley doesn’t think he’s ever been so happy. He’s finally quit his old job and is opening his childhood dream: a comic book shop. All of the neighbors are great, but the bookseller seems to hate him…

Aziraphale Eastgate grew up in his great grandfather’s shop. Now he runs it and lives above it. He loves everything about his life on Whickber Street…. but the new proprietor down the street has him terribly, terribly vexed.

Sparks fly when these two meet, and Aziraphale vows to hate him forever. Fergus, meanwhile, sets a timer.

Looks like Cupid has come to Soho.

Writing this has been a personal journey for me, and it’s been very healing. I would be deeply honored if you would give it a look. Updates regularly on Mondays and Thursdays (and I have only missed one scheduled posting day since early 2017! You can trust me!)

Thank you for your time! 🥂

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable idiots #my writing #I am so bad at promoting myself and this feels incredibly awkward #I’m sorry if this is weird

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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Imagine one of the prospects hitting on you.

The clock behind the bar ticks but it's not audible over the music playing in the background. It wouldn't matter much even if it was - it shows the wrong time. The dust on its glass cover lays in a decently thick layer, similar to at least a dozen bottles on the shelf behind the bar.

You're slowly sipping on your drink. All the ice has already melted making the beverage taste mostly like an old freezer and tap water but you don't mind it, really. It is, after all, just a way to pass the time waiting for Jax to show up. Although you're not fond of that, you've grown used to it. Considering his line of business, there's not much he can do about it.

And there's not much you can do aside from waiting.

"Whatcha' doin' here all alone, doll?"

The voice belongs to a tall, lean man leaning against the bar just a few feet from you. He has chiselled features and well-kempt hair as though he mostly sits around. The leather vest he's wearing looks worn out and reused. A small patch on the front says "Prospect". His left forearm is covered with a tattoo of a mountain lion.

"Actually, I'm waiting for someone," you answer politely. To be fair, prospects hardly ever talk to you.

"Here?" he looks around the deteriorating and completely deserted clubhouse. "Must be a real gentleman to make ya wait on him, darlin'," he says sarcastically. A dry chuckle leaves his lips.

You furrow your eyebrows. "I'm so-"

Someone behind you puts a hand around you, the arm lays heavy on your shoulders. The mixture of sweat, motor oil and cologne is all too familiar.

"You can bet your ass he ain't," you hear Jax answer. You can't see his face, so you can only imagine the cold stare he surely has on his face. "Ready to go?" he turns to you.

"Sure thing." Leaving the warm drink unfinished and wetting the counter, you get up from the stool and let Jax guide you towards the door.

But then he stops with his face maybe a palm's length away from the prospect. Jax chuckles quietly, although his eyes show nothing resembling amusement. The prospect stares at him expressionless, if a little reluctant.

"This better be the last time," Jax warns him. To put him down another peg, he pats the man's face in a condescending manner.

Without waiting for the prospect's answer, the two of you leave the clubhouse, off to continue whatever plans you have for today.

#soa fanfic #soa imagine #soa fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfic #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy #this is so bad im sorry lmao #or am i #jax teller fanfic #jax teller imagine #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller x reader #jax teller

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maliciousalice · 22 days

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@thresholdbb omg tumblr ate your ask but thankyou for asking!!!!

👕Character whose fashion you like.

Phoar! Startrek really isn't a show I associate with being fashionable. It's very camp isn't it? In theory a lot of the wardrobe is really cool and they wanted to gain that retro-future aesthetic. Did it work? I'm not sure. However it does make a statement. The Startrek aesthetic is really recognizable and that's important! I think that's where modern trek kind of looses the plot. It's not as careful about the unique visual design as a whole anymore and as a result it doesn't settle in our minds. Is it bad artistry? No but it's not as stringent. What I mean by that is older trek cared about nuance. For example every haircut was done the same way on men, or suits were tailored in a way to look sleek but practical (they weren't). Gaudy patterns were important to denote things like status. It looks ugly on the outside but when you're watching the show it envelops you and makes you feel welcomed into the universe.

I digress.

To answer this, the most fashionable character, hands down, is Quark! That mfer always looks good, and has the finest drip in the galaxy. Love that.

🥲 ST moment that makes you cry.

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There are two moments that make me particularly sad. Kate's acting in the climax of Resistance is incredible. I read somewhere she had a special-wink-wink- relationship with the Director in the early seasons and she was being tested by this episode in some regard. I think it paid off. I treasure any time her captain-hood is removed, and the extreme vulnerability of Janeway is on display-MWAH MWAH poignant. This episode is beautifully intimate, particularly this scene. It's overall gorgeous and unique in how she whispers to him, as if there is nothing more important than to secure his peace of mind as he dies, and it's heart rending when it ends with her just crouching there, emotionally alone. I love how Janeway is forced into the father-daughter dynamic between her and Caylem, one that she would ordinarily resist (heh themes) because I think it inherently weakens her status. The back and forth throughout the episode of them taking care of each other's welfare is so it's terribly sad when it's torn down and we discover the truth behind Caylem's family. If you've dug around her character you know that her Admiral-Father has had impact on her life. She's haunted by him in both a figurative way by being a Captain, and literal sense later on in Coda. Much like Caylem, she looses her father in a violent manner that she has to carry around while she forges ahead. It also reflects well on Kate's relationship with her actual father, she recently revealed that she was never able to get him on her page, but in spite that she adore him with all her might. So a scene like this is really revealing-I believe she was able to draw upon those feelings and that's kinda neat to be so raw as an actor. SIGH.

This one just straight up made me cry fr because Prodigy s1 is a really mature, well done piece of (Startrek) media. Holo Janeway has an irony about it where in the end she is program designed to be a teacher, and she didn't expect to develop a strong bond with the crew. Her final moments are of displaying a huge amount of selflessness and courage to help the kids get out of trouble, similarly to how Janeway would approach dire circumstances. The music swelling and the ship activating is just OOOOF!!! I love how it parallels Dal's initiation of the first Protojump in a Moral Star. By that means It suggests how proud she is to get to do this for them. As a character she is really interesting to think about, in a way I can't entirely articulate. A lot of her moments are quite sad in general, she has to keep an active role so she isn't ignored, and help where help is needed, but at the same time she has constraints, one being that she manipulated by the antagonists. And In contrast to that, the kids do their best to help her feel like she is important and more than a command program to be used insincerely. She grew to love the Protostar crew, that's evident in her body language in this scene. She has a lot of depth overall. Equal to the real Janeway she deeply feels love, guilt and pain, but importantly she is transformed by the her time on the Protostar and while active, learns and grows with Dal, Rok-tak, Zero, Jankom and Gwyn. It's REALLY sweet that they care all care about each other.

I love her and I love JANEWAY!!!!

🥹 Favourite behind the scenes picture.

Ooooh I love all behind the scenes stuff. My brother in Christ It's super difficult to just name one thing and I'm very greedy!! I wish we had more BTS content for Voyager but sadly, it's a matter of grab what you can, however you can. Anyway, I have an inherent interest in seeing the cogs behind the wheel. I chose these samples because I think they're charming.

The continuity polaroid's are so fun and a lost technique, I like to think about assistants having to pull the actors aside and asking them to take those. How daunting! Kate's grin in the one where she is offset is SO cute. So she must have been in a good mood, super Cheeky!

Following that is a screenshot from a video of her having her makeup done. A rare catch. I like this because she often sooks about how much time hair and makeup was spent on her to become Captain Janeway. I get it's a huge time-sink, but love or hate it, the full irony is that her early season appearance is really iconic and in it's own right adds to Captain Janeway's sensibility. Silly goose Kate! Besides that, she looks hot checking herself out, haha.

Moreover, I love on-set editorial photos of actors in costume. While we did have heaps of them in the Starfleet uniform, I wish we had a larger collection with clearer releases, it would have given an opportunity to see in things of interest better detail. Particularly the lower half of unique costumes. For whatever reason special outfits weren't often established or framed for us to see the legs in the show, so a nice big photograph would have solved that. Also I love that these style of pictures capture an impression of an episode without giving it away.

Similarly, fly on the wall on-set photos are cool. They're way more intimate and candid than anything else and it makes me feel as though I am spying on the actors, but they're also a good way to document how things might have been on set.

The Timeless one is interesting too because it's of a deleted scene, we never see Chakotay look at a dead Janeway (how deliciously macabre!), but at some point in time it was in the script and they filmed it.

Hmm this bts picture of Janeway in the Cardigan is adorable! I believe it was worn by Kate for a Charity but look how cute she looks? Makes me wish we saw her mess around with things like that more because 7 Years is a long ass time to be in uniform everyday ( coming from someone who went to school in a Uniform and enjoyed it for the most part). Casual Fridays anyone?

I love this gif. It's from the first shoots of Caretaker and Kate looks so radiant! Her smile is is breathtaking! Whenever I see this gif I get a sense of delight. Poor thing had no idea what she was getting herself into, haha. Really though, check out the original Caretaker photos, they're super-cool. The history behind it is fascinating; I'd love to see more footage from that version of the pilot episode. Unfortunately, it's probably not preserved well, much like lots of Paramount's historical material.

On a similar trend, it's fun to see this set of pictures too. It's for the First Contact film / maybe the Universal studios ride, when she reprised her role as Vice AdmiralJaneway. Kate was genuinely delighted to do this cameo and it shows. As per her operandum she put her whole self into this small segment and that's so darling. It makes me wish we had more of this Janeway at that point in time. I love post Endgame chubby-Janeway. In a fictional sense it denotes that she is comfortable or stressed to be an Admiral (sadly it's the latter in real life) or whatever and I love that for her.

These kind of pictures are fun because it's been said that at times it was the most playful set to be on. There are tales that the cast were not that serious all the time. You get that impression here, and it's probably why the majority of them are still good friends to this day. They're like a family bros!!! Having worked in media I know that wrapping up after working on something for a long time is really rewarding and I bet they had a good time at parties.

Apropos previous, the opposite can be said. While they had fun, the hours were long and the scripts intensive. Kate was around for all of the episodes of Voyager in one way or another, and still managed to bring her A-game each time. She is truly admirable! Seeing her so exhausted is charming. She had a lot of weight to carry for the franchise and did an exemplary job performing her way through 7 years of weird and wonderful material. I wonder how often they fell asleep on set? I know I would. Get some rest queen!

Finally, I've been following Prodigy bts as best I can, and because of my career in animation I get pretty interested in Production art. I love seeing the fast metamorphosis of a visual style. It's really impressive how much attention they applied to the designs, maintaining the older stuff, while adapting a new frontier. One of the lead artists made some pretty neat observations to get Kate's appearance right. It's so cool that they documented that journey, because from my dabbling I know she has a very beautiful, distinct face that isn't easy to capture.

ANYWAY Thankyou for reading my fat thesis fellas. tl;dr i love this stinky Startrek Voyager and by extension the franchise.

#I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS WALL OF TEXT I HAVE A LOT TO SAY AND I THINK ABOUT THIS DARN SHOW A LOT #also my bad it's mostly voyager but it's my true love #hope you can make sense of this I'm fairly illiterate and writing is so hard for me lol that's why i write more than is probably necessary #i like the other trek shows but this one is something special if you know what i mean #appreciate you if you read all this MWAH MWAH #thankyou for the ask thresholdbb ily!!!#Thresholdbb #Kathryn Janeway #janeway #star trek voyager #star trek prodigy #st:voy #kate mulgrew #no sources for this you just gotta trust im a big fat expert :^)#i really need an editor my dyslexic-a jumbles up and forgets words when i write its so embarassing #i have a pretty large collection of pictures now but i could always use more #i also should probably save videos where i can because they get buried / removed from the internet

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hermitkin · 5 days

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ZEDAPH — gifs from any source! requested by 🍀 anon

#mod niki #gifs #gifset #stim gifs #zedaph #zedaphplays #tango tek #tangotek #hermitcraft #people #irl people #some of these suck really bad i am so sorry

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sometimes-i-write-good · 1 year

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Pretty Vein

Simon “Ghost” Riley x f!taskforce member

2.4k | Tensions are high after losing close to an entire squad. Ghost tells bad jokes in the hopes of keeping you and Soap in good enough spirits to get back to base.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

CW: canon-typical violence, descriptions of blood, mentions of death, inferred misogyny

Author’s note: I’ve never played CoD but this man has rewired my brain chemistry. I can think of nothing but this tall, faceless Brit. || This is my first fanfic published to tumblr. It’s also cross-posted on Ao3, so show it some love there as well <3

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“Man down.”

Two words that burned at the back of your throat. Two words you never wanted to say again. Fourteen soldiers - five more people than originally supposed to be there - walked into a town for a mission you were never given details of. The real details. Those Ghost knew and kept under lock and key.

“Man down.”

Those words were going to haunt you for the rest of your days. Your first time out with 141. Your first time under Ghost. So much of your afternoon had been spent screaming those two words into your radio as man after man fell. You lost your gloves in the chaos. When you first joined the military people would comment on how a pretty girl like you must feel without her nails done up all nice. Now they were stained red with blood.

A cruel form of irony.

You were the only woman on squad. In the truck you were reminded of guys back in boot camp making bets on how you’d be the first to stumble, the first to tap out, or the first to miss a shot. So you put everything into proving them wrong. Rising through the ranks. Becoming a force to be reckoned with. Anything to make sure that there’d never be anyone else betting on you being the first to be shot dead on mission ever again.

Except every step you took forward felt more like three back. Accusations of you sleeping with the higher ups flew through every base you were assigned to. The doubts still kept creeping in everywhere you went. Then you got to 141 where you were respected and Soap and Gaz and Price and Ghost and every person you interacted with treated you like a person.

The slamming of a door draws you back into awareness. “How are you holding up?” Ghost hovers at one end of the room back from securing the perimeter of the building. He, you, and Soap had tailed out of town the first chance you got and ended up miles away from your last known location.

His question is met with silence. Soap is off in the corner. He’d put the last remaining shreds of sanity into creating a fire. And god were you grateful for it. There was something other than darkness to stare at. Something other than blood.

Out of the three of you, it seemed you were the only one around anyone who had half a shot at survival. Soap and Ghost were spotless. There was dirt, grime, and sweat you’d expect from a desert village, but no blood.

You were covered in enough blood to coat the three of you. A nightmarish look. Out in the field you’d forgotten about sticking your fingers in one of your squad’s bullet wound and dragged your fingers across the corner of your lips to dislodge a stray hair. Instead you painted your face in the blood of your friend. Got it matted into your braids and ensured you’d taste nothing but metal for weeks to come.

“Two goldfish are in a tank.” Ghost says as he settles against the wall directly across from you. His gear makes the loudest scraping noises you’ve ever heard. For a man who doesn’t let himself be heard, you can sense the exhaustion. He doesn’t care about being quiet, he cares about taking a seat. “One turns to the other and says, ‘You know how to drive this thing?’”

The fireplace crackles. Its warmth is welcomed despite the risk it poses. Ghost could hardly argue with Soap about setting the fire up. Your teeth were chattering loud enough to wake the dead. Shock had the tendency to do that to people, but with every chatter came a visible puff of air. If the three of you were destined to die tonight it would be in a blaze of glory and not becoming human ice pops in the abandoned flat of some unknown town.

Soap swings his head over to look at Ghost before he glances in your direction. “Fuckin’ pathetic, ain’t it?”

Your vision is blurry. Soap's figure is just as hazy as the flames he sits by. Dried blood flakes off your wrist the more you run your fingers over them. Who does it belong to? You wonder. Specs? Gunther?

“Oi!” Soap snaps his fingers in your direction. The noise lodges in your consciousness the same way the slamming of the door and the dragging of Ghost’s gear did. You uncross your eyes to stare back at Soap. “You good?”

“Do I have to answer that?” Your voice croaks. Still raw from the screaming. Man down.

“I’ve got one you can answer.” Ghost says.

Both you and Soap swing your eyes over to him. Ghost rests the back of his head against the wall. “Why don’t blind guys skydive?”

You squint at him. “Why?”

“Scares the shit out o’ their dogs.”

The answer catches you off guard. You let out a loud, barking laughter. One not easily reigned in. It feels good to breathe like this, without the weight of thirteen dead men on your chest. “Shit.” Soap says over the sound of your manic laughter. “It wasn’t that funny.”

But it is. The thought of something as absurd as Ghost telling jokes and sounding proud of them is enough to send you into another fit of giggles. Gasping and side stitching giggles where nothing else can cross your mind except for the creases around Ghost’s eyes as he stares at you.

“The lass seems to think so,” he tells Soap.

“She’s not used to a dead man like you being so openly entertaining.”

“Just because Ghost is dead doesn’t mean I’m in good spirits.” Ghost says and draws a loud groan from Soap who was still squirreled away by the fireplace.

“That one was bad, Lt. - God, that was so bad.”

“Well,” you pipe up, finally calm from your bout of laughter, “Ghost is known for his torture techniques?”

“I am?”

“Yeah, and these jokes are killing me.”

“Oh shit.” Soap doubles over in laughter. “He’s really going to kill you.”

You don’t have to glance his way to feel that icy stare tear away from Soap to rest on you. The coldness was familiar to you. It wasn’t negative, you’d quickly come to realize. Ghost existed in phantom expressions. Stares boring into parts of you like a cipher you could only figure out by being half in the grave yourself.

“Ghost wouldn’t lay a hand on me.” You say, turning towards him with a wide grin. One that draws a slow blink from him. You still catch the movement of the fabric by his lips. “Isn’t that right?”

“Why,” he asks, “do you think that?”

Because you know him. Better than anyone else on this team. Better than Soap. Better than Price. You know that slow blink was a distraction from the smirk. You know those icy stares are only partly filled with annoyance. Mainly at himself for letting a fondness grow in the ruins of his heart.

You can’t say all that.

Not when half the unit you were leading ended up with their brains splattered all over a wall hundreds of thousands of miles from home. Not when the threat of that happening to you still hung heavy over your heart. Especially not with Soap curled up next to the fire likely to fall in out of shock if the idea that you and Ghost having the chance of being anything managed to work its way through his thick skull.

“He’s a ghost, Soap.” You say instead. “His hand would pass right through me!”

Ghost laughs. It’s the ghost of a laugh. The barest hint of a chuckle he poorly attempts to disguise as a cough but you and Soap both know he laughed.

“Lt,” Soap says, “did you just? Did you just-“

“I don’t think you want to finish that sentence, Johnny.” He sits up a little straighter. Looming over us from his spot on the wall. Threatened.

Soap holds up his hands. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The fireplace popped, breaking any remaining tension and reminding you all of the time. Ghost announces he'll take first watch. You stare into the fire instead of making a joke about watches and dogs. Soap settled down right in front of it. Laid out, tactical gear and all. He had one hand gripping his rifle while the other was tucked under his head in place of a pillow.

“Sweet dreams.”

“Piss off.” Soap says and, moments later, there’s gentle snoring coming from the man.

Leaving you and Ghost alone to stare at one another from across the room. Both of you pressed up against a wall ready to peer out the window and take out anyone who dares to walk by.

“Maybe we should change his name to Sleeping Beauty.” You nod your head over at Soap. In all the time you’ve known him he’s never once had an issue falling asleep. “Seems more fitting.”

Ghost’s eyes slide over to Soap. You follow his gaze to watch the rise and fall of his chest. How his hand tightens around his rifle every few moments as if to remind himself that this safety belt is still there. You can’t fault him for it. There’s always been a pistol under your pillow when you sleep.

“Though,” you rest your hand on your chin. “That would require him being a beauty.”

“Not your type?” Ghosts asks.

You arch a brow and slide your own gaze back towards Ghost. He’s already staring at you. Goosebumps litter your arms. Enough to send shivers down spines. Yet there’s no denying a warmth that burrows itself in the pit of your stomach. Something hopeful. Like his bright eyes against the dark paint surrounding them. Something real compared to the phantasmic mask he insisted on wearing.

“Nah.” You shake your head. “I prefer men with a sense of humor.”

Ghost nods slowly.

Silence trickles back into the room.

“I’ve got a nickname for you.” You raise your head to look at Ghost who has shifted from leaning against the wall to resting his forearms against his knees and leaning towards you. “You said you didn’t have one back with your old team.”

“Not a real one.” Everyone in the barracks was likely to be called some variation of ‘dumbass’ or ‘fucktard.’ It had never been a defining nickname for anyone. “Not one I care repeating.”

Ghost tilts his head. The movement reminded you of a puppy. “Why not?”

You shoot him a look. He was proving to be thick-skilled in more than one way. “How does a misogynist keep himself warm?” There was a beat. “Incel-ation.”

“I’ve never understood that.”

“Do you want me to mansplain misogyny?”

You watched Ghost roll his eyes. It was a movement you’d seen a lot from him. Mainly when Soap was talking. Something done out of affection because if he was truly annoyed Ghost wouldn’t be in the room. “Misogyny.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “it must be real hard on a big guy like you.”

Ghost’s hand came up to fiddle with his mask. “You’re an ass.” The movement displaces the shadows contrasting the harsh glow of the fireplace. This was the most light you’d seen him in. Between him talking and touching the mask you could see the slightest hint of stubble. The kind that made you think there were dark circles under that dark face paint.

You return his eye roll. Less affectionate because, unlike the hulking man across from you, you were more than willing to express your aggravation.

“I’ll give you a nickname.” He says so matter-of-factly. “One that isn’t dripping in…”

“Prejudice?” You fill in. Ghost nods and your lips twitch up into a smile. “Alright, Lieutenant, let’s see what you got.”

Soap groans loudly, rolling over, but never losing his grip. The sight of his rifle swinging over makes you slightly nervous. You trust him. You trust Ghost, too. There are just the memories of earlier lurking at the surface.

Ghost must notice the grimace on your face because he clears his throat. Once, then once more until you stopped staring at the gun and the sounds of rounds grow quiet in your mind.

“Joker.”

“Joker?” You don’t mean for it to come out as a question. The word simply took you by surprise, but Ghost took your inflection to mean dislike.

“No, that’s stupid.” He shifts positions. Almost squirming in his seat to press his back against the wall. “No one heard it. It won’t stick. Just forget about it.”

Ghost’s eyes flick away from you. Just enough to keep you in his peripheral but far enough away that you assume he’s lost interest in the conversation. A trick that works on most people in 141. He has yet to get you to fall for it. You’re too eager to get wrapped up in conversation with people to drop something that easily. You’ve spent months battering away at him. Talking even when you knew he wasn’t going to respond. So far, it seemed to be working. He held conversations with you no matter how trivial or, if Ghost truly did not feel like talking, he let you chatter on for hours at a time without so much as attempting to quiet you.

“Joker.” You test the weight of the word in your mouth once again. “Because I’m funny or because I’ve got blood on my face right now?”

Ghost sighs, loud. A strong suggestion to shut up without the bluntness of snapping at you.

You bite down softly on your lip to hide the smile pulling on them. “Joker,” you say again.

“I told you forget about-“

“Shut it,” you interrupt, “I’m testing out my new nickname.”

Chills ripple out over your skin again. The icy stare is back. A refreshing reminder that Ghost cares enough to watch you. That he’s seeing the wide smile on your face. “You like it?” He asks.

“I’d like anything you were to give me.” The thought leaves you before you truly think about it. Maybe the heat of the fireplace has warped your mind or the shock has yet to wear off and you’re settling in true mania. “Sorry, that was… I, um, I’m sorry.”

Ghost grunts. You watch a long blink but shift your eyes down to watch what can only be a phantom smirk beneath his balaclava. “‘Is fine.”

You nod silent with embarrassment.

“Get some rest, Joker.”

Your name sounds so soft falling from his lips that all you can do is follow orders. You settle down in as comfortable a position as you can manage with your gear on and turn to face him. “Goodnight, Ghost.”

He nods. “Goodnight.” Only this time it’s followed by your name, your real name, and that sounds even sweeter than you could imagine.

#simon ghost riley #Simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish #task force 141 #call of duty #cod mw22 #modern warfare 2022 #mw2 2022 #ghost x reader #ghost fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #simon 'ghost' riley #simon 'ghost' riley x joker #original characters #fem!reader #i have never played CoD #I am so sorry if this is ooc and bad

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CHAINSAW MAN (2022) ✦ Kill Denji

He might be a piece of shit that deserves being stabbed a time or two... But he wants the Gun Devil dead, and I can't kill it by myself. To do that I need Devil Hunters with guts to fight it. The more, the better. Even if it costs some of my own life... I'm not letting Denji die.

#chainsaw man #csmedit #csmdaily #csm #aki hayakawa #animeedit #dailyanime #anisource #fyanimegifs #anime #mine*#creatorlin #useraria #userjidai #usersenka #tuserana #this is very bad and i am sorry. the lack of aesthetic scenes in this episode was just.. lacking. so this was bad.#been pushing this episode back since watching it bc i didnt know what to gif whoops. sorry again.

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