Gaz showing up midway through the Ghost vs Price match
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Gaz showing up midway through the Ghost vs Price match
CAPTAIN PRICE Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 4
i don't care what happens anymore. no amount of insanity those moniyawak at Activision throw at me will ever take away from the fact that i'm currently in my mind palace, picturing sitting on merc Price's lap and kissing the thatch of grey on his beard while he smokes a cigar and gives cringe "i used to be a good man (not true), but the bad guys taught me the only way to win is to get on their level (also not true)" monologues and makes you hold his whiskey for him as he sighs forlornly at the loss of the man he was (literally the same, but his kills are unsanctioned and he has a new haircut) and does the "bad" old man thing where he talks about how he should push you away because you're too good for him (true) but won't because this new version of him is selfish and hungry and he needs a little bit of good in his life to remind of him the guy he (still is) was.
Roba Simon <3
i just love torturing my comfort characters msorry
process gif under the cut
the reason ghost goes after soap to ragebait is because no one else entertains him. price ignore him and gaz is so much meaner than ghost could ever be.
ghost: i like your pixie cut.
gaz: receding hairline
so he has to go after Johnny. he has to.
Hey. Just wanted to apologize for using my mystic eyes on you the other day. It was a callous disregard of your autonomy, and I just want you to know– sorry can you look me in the eye while I’m telling you this
Autumnal enrichment for the lads 🎃
Happy Halloween! Devil ghost crop 🖤
2 molekula
Me: Fuck, the paper towels I want are on the top shelf.
The Sir David Attenborough That Lives In My Brain: Being smaller-than-average presents an added challenge to foraging ... but necessity is the mother of invention. A little creativity turns a baguette into a tool, and voilà--
(paper towel roll falls on my face)
Sir David Attenborough, pleasantly: Success.
the most romantic thing a character can do is prematurely ejaculate
Im texting him “teehee” like its nothing. like it means nothing to me
im not horny it’s something else entirely. really wish there was a word for it
i think i just want to run. Like i just want to run
just a normal juggling gif, nothing weird about it
thinking of underground boxer!simon with ring girl!reader
you've both been blackmailed into this. simon just wants to put food on his mum's table lest she go back to the hell hole he clawed them both out of. you're working until makarov decides your brother's debt has been repayed sufficiently.
every saturday night you make your way to the underground ring, the weight of both guilt and frustration clogging your oesophagus. every saturday night you pass simon's makeshift dressing room - a glorified cleaning cupboard - and listen to him breathe through his long broken nose, grounding both you and him, as he wraps his knuckles. every saturday night you swan across the bloodstained ring, layers of concealer failing to hide how broken your spirit is. every saturday night, you see the same brokenness reflected in simon's eyes as he stares from his corner of the ring, his 'manager' john gripping his scarred shoulders. every saturday night, while you pass his corner while climbing down from the ring, you feel the calloused pads of his fingertips slide gently across your hip.
he'll get you out. both of you. he promises.