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i liked the superhero hr nightmare simulator
If you want a woman to have fat titties and a fat ass but can't handle the accompanying fat tummy, arms, and legs, then you are a coward and your bloodline will not survive the winter.
MEN TOO!!! You don’t get a big boy without big boy bodies!!
when the fatigue-out-of-nowhere-disorder causes you to get fatigued out of nowhere
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley + knife throwing Call of Duty Modern Warfare II (2022)
ghost with a stutter is consuming me
his father tried to beat it out of him and the army took care of what was left; now it only shows up when he's emotionally charged
soap making a risky decision in the field, going against ghost's orders because he doesn't have time to explain himself before it'll be too late, and it nearly gets him killed
he's standing at attention, ready for ghost to read him the riot act, and he does; screaming at him for his recklessness, his stupidity, dressing him down in a way he hasn’t in years
but then his rampage slows down
he starts stumbling over his words, like he can't get them out fast enough before another's stepping on its heels, and soap frowns, equal parts confused and worried. he's never heard ghost like this before, not even when he's been swaying with blood loss
"for f-fuck’s sake, johnny, don't y-y-you know how t-to fuckin’ th-th-think!" ghost rages, spinning back on him where he's been pacing
and it takes a single look at soap's concerned face for him to register that in his fearful anger, his voice's been skipping
been failing
he grits his teeth so hard they ache, his jaw popping, and turns his back on soap before he can make an even bigger fool of himself
"d-d-dis- dism- d-" he shakes his head with a hateful growl, his fingers digging into his palms. "fuck off!"
ghost stalks away, his cowardly tail tucked between his legs, and feels soap's lost eyes on his back the whole way
The moon to the left is a part of my thoughts And a part of me is me In the night, I am real
KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK call of duty: modern warfare (2019)
having kinks is so embarrassing like sorry I told you I wanna fuck a big scary demon, I played pretend as a kid and Came Back Wrong
More of this yess
fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him
whump is such a strange thing for me. ‘oh im having trouble shouldering the burdens of daily life, let me play scenes in my head of someone getting the shit kicked out of them (fictionally), that’ll make me feel better’ and it DOES
Ghost who doesn't kill roba before the man can escape and dissappear off the face of the earth?
Ghost who wears scars from his time captive, each one painful and distinct, a horrible memory that makes itself known on bad days tucked under blankets. His lower back is burned with Roba's brand, a mark made to never let ghost forget exactly who owns his life.
Ghost who loses a young recruit on an op, assumed KIA. It's unfortunate, but that is the price of war. People die, even the young ones with bright eyes and a happy laugh for each of his shitty jokes.
Ghost who is sent with the task force to clear out a drug smuggling base, only to find it full of corpses. Disfigured, brutalized. The sort of gore that's personal, feral and righteous in its execution.
Ghost who nearly loses a hand when he's ambushed by you, the very same recruit lost weeks ago. You're covered in blood, eyes wide and snarling as if you are no more than a beast.
Ghost who sees the still healing burn on you shoulder, the one that mirrors his own long-healed scars. The one that claims you as roba's property.
Ghost who realizes with horror that you probably spent all those weeks since being "KIA" as a prisoner of Roba. He freezes for the first time ever, and it's only Kyle and Price holding you down that he isn't killed on the spot.
Ghost who watches you struggle on the floor, sees himself in your place. Blames himself for not saving you, for not searching. He could have prevented this.
What I wish you knew about veterinary medicine:
We're in a suicide crisis.
We have a high rate of professional burnout.
I can't speak for veterinary school, but vet techs learn anatomy, diseases, anesthesiology, surgical assisting, pharmacology, emergency medicine, husbandry, radiology, diagnostic testing, parasitology, nutrition, preventative medicine, and behavior for cats and dogs. Then we do it all again for large animals and exotics.
Nearly all of us experience compassion fatigue at least once.
Please be kind to veterinary staff. We're not in it for the money. We love your animals and want the best for them.
Pt.3 of touch repulsed!simon riley x touch!starved reader 18+ Very angsty, emotionally unavailable and kinda toxic Simon, some gaslighting vibes from Simon in this part, hints of potential Soap x reader
Pt. 1 | Pt.2
There are two things you’ve known about Simon since you met him that night almost a year ago. First, he doesn’t like to be touched. Second, he’s very, very good at following orders. So he doesn’t call, and he doesn’t text— just like you said— but what he does do is let himself into your apartment the morning after you sent that fateful breakup text.
Malicious compliance, is what comes to mind as you scrutinise the towering figure taking up space in your kitchen like an omen of death.
Should’ve sent the text after you changed the locks. Oh well…
Well there he is, all mile-long legs and burning dark eyes that drag over your figure like molten glass over your skin. It burns terribly, and you can’t tell if the scorching heat pooling in his bottomless irises is rage or desire. Maybe it’s both.
The 3 demons living rent-free in my head: Dissociation, Existential Dread, and Compulsive Yapping