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Misplaced Lens Cap
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Stranger Things
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Uh...ignore this if it's weird but!
I painted orca...big ol' eyes captivated me👁👁 (the flowers are shitty cornflowers, a symbol of hope for the future)
Oh my fucking God. That's my baby and her silly eyes.
THE MARKINGS ON HER HEAD?! Actually damn near greetin at this.
"Ken, thuv always reminded me of Sooty an Sweep."
Kyle can keep a straight face in almost any situation; he's good at keeping his expression blank and untelling. Half of the time, no one can tell Simon's delighted face from his "there's a bruise on my left arse cheek" look.
Neither of them remains steady under the cheek of a mouthy Scotsman.
In all fairness, Kyle has to admit that their captain and his pilot, whom he is erotically entangled with, even if he refuses to admit it, do have a certain Sooty and Sweep quality about them. Without the human hands inside of them.
Maybe not, but Kyle doesn't want to know that much about their private lives.
When he catches a glimpse of their lieutenant, Simon is desperately biting his lip to avoid any hint that he's amused. It isn't working. Kyle doesn't attempt a facade; he simply lets his head fall against Johnny's shoulder and muffles his cackling using the man as a shield.
They're all too caught up in their little trio to catch John mouthing "Sooty and fucking Sweep?" to himself, or Nikolai tilting his head in consideration. John, however, sees Nikolai nod in agreement and kicks his shin.
He'd smack his arse if he weren't attempting to retain some sort of professionalism.
today on Rem tries things:
Farah only ever trims her dead ends by herself. It's a matter of autonomy, having control over her own person and what happens to it, hair included.
When she sprains her wrist, she's forced to evaluate her trust for the man she loves. Her ends are dead, they need trimmed and she cannot do it herself without further injuring herself or risking a hack job.
Alex doesn't make a thing of it, he accepts the task without faltering when her hands tremble as she watches him. He doesn't take it personally when her breath stutters in her chest as he makes the first snip. He talks her through every step, to make sure the length is alright and she knows what he's doing.
What she loves most about Alex, is that he allows her to walk away without a word, to stand outside and breathe until her mind and body are free from the stress of the endeavour.
When she returns, he only has one question.
"Do you want water?"
just found out one of my favourite actors is involved in DV , now i can't even look at his character without being disgusted
the reality of liking actors i'm afraid, who was it?
power cut right when i get in the shower, wet, naked and afraid, only to find out it's happened to my entire fucking town.
so, now i'm damp, i smell like sweat and cheap deodorant, and everything is pitch black. could god have wined and dined me before he fucked me.
dumb tanlines are a key accessory for Jackass: Best and Last
A reputation doesn't absolve you of your humanity.
For all John is a blood hound to many, he is and will always be but a man to Nikolai. A man capable or moronic incidents driven by exhaustion, or the simple experience that is bad luck.
Nikolai has watched John accidentally take a header off of their couch, trying to rub his leg when his calf started cramping. He remembers the sound of John's head hitting their floor, and using every muscle in his face to attempt a look of concern before he started cackling. He remembers the embarrassment on John's face as the man shook his head and called Nikolai a bastard.
People fear facing John Price down because he is not a man known to be merciful.
He is, however, a man who once put hand soap on his toothbrush and failed to realise his mistake until it was already in his mouth. Typically, he can operate on little sleep, that day was not one of those instances. He was quick to tell Nikolai that their soap may be mandarin and mango scented, but it did not possess that flavour.
It lessens the sting of seeing John now, a man driven by vengeance. Yet, still a man.
You're from Scotland and I'm assuming you still live there, do you have any general tips or advice for someone thinking of moving there?
Don't, it's a shithole.
Frank won't pretend it isn't sick; the pleasure derived from unbinding another man's wound.
Holding his arm still and peeling the tape away with sterile hands, hearing the sharp inhale through Russell's teeth and watching his lashes flutter as the tape tugs at the skin. Revelling in the knowledge it's the closest he'll get to a scream from the blonde.
Peering up at America's Monster with a look of calculated concern as he oh-so carefully removes the dressing with gentle hands, because the idea that he's being perceived as vulnerable is enough to make Russell squirm in his seat.
Russell tries to swat his hands away, insistent on cleaning the wound himself, but Frank doesn't let him. It'd be harder for Russell to manage with only one hand, and Frank is always so happy to be of assistance. When he scrapes his nail over the tender skin, Russell's knee jerks, and the man spits out a loathing apology as his face flushes with shame.
"S'fine, you can owe me a favour."
The other man doesn't allow him to redress it, perhaps to avoid the shame of a repeat performance. But Frank enjoys luring the awaiting favour over Russell's head.
Enjoys it even more when his hand is entangled in blonde hair as he cums down his throat.
COD Couples: Things They Do That Annoy Their Partner
NikPrice:
John:
Refuses to buy himself anything out of necessity. He will pick up a shirt he likes while shopping, say, "I like that one," then put it back down and walk away.
Cuts bagels with the knife facing towards him.
Refers to any horse he sees as a "right unit" regardless of the size.
Nikolai:
Saves John in his contacts as ridiculously sappy names, and whenever John sees and changes them, he makes them worse. John's name in his phone is currently Snookums.
Uses the phrase, "Whatever turns you on," in literally any situation. You like to dip your chips in mayo? Whatever turns you on. You prefer watching boxing to a football match? Whatever turns you on.
Will kick his shoes off anywhere in the flat and then complain the next day that he can't find them. John has found a boot lodged between the wall and the fridge once.
AleRudy:
Alejandro:
Eats peaches like he's trying to get them to cum on his face. Does not believe that he slurps and moans while eating them and will do so in public.
Threatens to get frosted tips NSYNC style at least once a year.
Loses every single lip balm he finds. Picks one up around the house that belonged to Rudy? It's gone now.
Rudy:
Cuts his hair whenever it gets long enough to curl properly.
Complains about neck pain and then falls asleep with his neck at a 90-degree angle.
Drops unbelievable lore out of nowhere and then refuses to elaborate. Will stare at someone like they're stupid if they ask a follow-up question or show concern. Was it fatal? No, clearly not if he's still standing there, so shut up and don't waste his time.
The Laswells:
Kate:
Refuses to find a new hair tie if hers snaps. She'll just tie it back together and use it again until she physically can't.
Smokes and then lies about it. If she's going to smoke, she may as well be honest that she did.
Refers to their kitten, Dot, as the mould spore to the point that the kitten responds to it.
Sarah:
Whenever Kate shaves her bush, she'll mutter in the most solemn tone she can muster, "An angel just lost its wings." And every time she's met with the driest look Kate can possibly achieve.
Refers to Kris Kristofferson as "Kris Tofferson" purely to annoy Kate. It works.
The punishment spoon.
In his last moments, Bell drops the gun. He falls to his knees and prays, for what he doesn't know but the word mercy is on the tip on tongue.
Adler doesn't lower his weapon, he presses the muzzle between the other man's eyes.
"There's no God on this land."
It strains his back to throw the body off of the cliff side.
The fight starts over something innocuous, but silent anger builds to resentment so easily. It isn't the first time that they've gotten into a physical tussle, but it might be their most aggressive to date.
Alejandro is sporting the beginnings of a bruise under his left eye. Rudy would say it highlights his cheekbone nicely if he hadn't been the one to throw the punch that put it there.
Rudy knows his lip is split and blood drops are staining his t-shirt; there's also a boot print on his thigh that came just a little too close to his crotch for comfort.
It's an antagonistic instinct in him that urges him to reach for the rosary around Alejandro's neck and yank at it. It leaves them both standing in shock when a string of beads breaks free, the silk frayed from years of wear, leaving Rudy with half of a rosary in his hand, whilst the cross drops from Alejandro's chest.
He doesn't try to dodge the punch thrown at him; he can understand the urge.
He hears the bones in his nose crunch as the colonel's fist meets his face, and as he lands on his back, he's nauseated by the feeling of blood dripping down the back of his throat. It isn't the first time either of them has broken the other's nose.
The other man lands on his chest with a snarl, and Rudy half expected to be bitten before the string of beads is snatched from his hands. He can barely make out the string of insults thrown his way over the pounding in his ears, but Alejandro's hands shaking out of utter fury doesn't escape him.
At first, the other man's actions confuse him, a hand clamping furiously over his mouth and pinning his head to the floor.
That's until the beads hit the back of his throat.
It's human instinct to cough, trying to dislodge the foreign entities from his mouth to avoid suffocating on them and decades-old silk if he swallows them.
At first, he flails, scrambling to avoid becoming a martyr to his faith at the hands of his partner. And then he gains his bearings.
It's difficult whilst thrashing against another grown man's weight, but his hand finds Alejandro's face, and he can feel skin tearing as he digs his nails in claws into the other man's cheek. He takes skin and blood under his nails with him as his hand falls.
He knows his face is scarlet, breathless and all but gagging as he bucks like a mechanical bull to get Alejandro off of him. Only as he tastes salt, tongue pressed against the other man's palm, does he know what to do.
Alejandro growls as he sinks his teeth into the other man's hand with all the force of his jaw, but he's quick to pull his hand away from Rudy's mouth. Allowing the man to turn his head to the side and spit out the old beads, sending them flying to the floor in a puddle of pink-tinged saliva. He makes the conscious choice not to think of the age of the beads or where they've been.
He's too busy trying to regain his breath to pay the other man any mind, attempted murder aside.
It's why he can't help his reaction. Back arching off the floor as he instinctively reaches for the colonel's hip when the man grinds his ass back against Rudy's cock, achingly hard and tenting in his pants.
Vicious, lustful eyes meet his own as blood drips from Alejandro's face onto his belt, and the man grins, offering him a view of worryingly sharp canines that he imagines will bracket his adam's apple shortly.
"Round two?"
why do scottish people hate English people
they're cunts. historically.
I offer this Laswell edit I found.
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8stByjQ/
i saw that edit and i usually love Laswell edits, but the song in that one reminds me of a brain eating amoeba
Had the wildest cloud formations today, thought I would share. Winter Sun was really trying to come out.
Holy shit, it looks like a fluffy blanket on the sky.
intrusive thoughts are wild because one second it's like woah chips for dinner then i'm like what if i just stuck my face in the frying oil and burnt half of my skin off harvey dent style