#((heeheeheehee))

[thechaotichorse]

What if you didn't destroy the chip?

(Slight Pressure spoilers!)

[bloomingdog]

Captain Honeybun

John Price, Captain John Price, is a big guy, he’s hairy, he smells like tobacco, he’s the captain of a military task force, he’s a grump. He’s all of those, and he’s also your honeybun. That’s the sickly sweet nickname you’ve given him, and he loves every part of it.

He laughed the first time you called him that, but only a little.

“Why are you laughing?” You’re fully in your right to ask.

“That’s a silly name, my love.”

And it is, it very much is. It’s silly and borderline ridiculous, and yet he lights up when you call him that. It’s an antonym to his call sign.

“Honeybun?” You call as you get home to try and locate him.

“In here!” It’s a saccharine parody of Marco-Polo the way that name works.

You’re able to find him inside the bathroom with the door ajar, dressed in only a towel and tending to his beard, he thought he’d have time to shower before you got home. You reach up for a peck, it smells of beard oil. He looks cute in a way, you can’t help but give him a hug and nuzzle your head against his chest.

“My baby.” It comes out muffled. John laughs, he’s anything but a baby.

He’s forgotten his name, truly.

“John!” 

He’s turning his head to the sound the moment you raise your voice.

“I’ve been calling you.” You explain.

“‘S not my name.” Is his excuse before getting up from the couch to where you are.

“It’s not?” A mischievous look grows on your face. He shakes his head no. “What is it then?”

“Honeybun.” It comes out as almost a whisper, a secret code only you should know. There’s a big smile on your face that prefaces a laugh. He feels like a teenager, head over heels and much too sweet.

He’d endure torture to make sure nobody knew about the nickname, however, the control he has over himself and the training he's received are lacking when it comes to technology. He’s holding his phone up for Ghost to read an e-mail, it’s customary, sent to the entire base, but Ghost didn’t receive it for whatever reason. And that’s when it pops up, the bubble of a notification from the top of the screen, Ghost can’t help but to switch his attention to it: “Hi honey bun! What time are you gonna be home? :-)” he can’t also help the chortle that comes out of him. And Captain John Price is mortified.

“Are you done reading?” He’s evading the elephant in the room.

“Yes sir, thank you.” And he thanks every God there could possibly be for the fact that the lieutenant also chose to ignore it. He relaxes a little as Ghost starts leaving. “No worries I won’t tell, honeybun.” 

His face is red, whether from anger or embarrassment he’s not sure, and yet he's grateful it wasn't MacTavish.

[shocked-collar]

this is a bit indulgent BUT i need to know how you think lawrence would feel about seeing a gothic witchy tall woman in public.

Immediate unease and intrigue. Someone is making an active decision to break the social mold, and that is admirable. Artistic, creative, new, different... and anything Lawrence deems 'different' is in danger. He's so sick of the same-old-same-old, he LOVES a dash of flavor. He may bother her for a brief hello and conversation about her outfit, but it'll be nothing normal. Where did the accessories come from? Did you make any yourself? Did you find them? There's too many chains. There's too much and not enough color. I have some ideas. We should talk more about that. We should talk. Lawrence carries with him such an extreme sense of superiority when it comes to anything artistic that it's hard to bite his tongue about other peoples art or styles, and you'll CERTAINLY be hearing about it. Judged, complimented, observed. Like an animal in an exhibit or a doll in a box; objectified. It's a near automatic urge to control the situation and her creative decisions because she isn't built exactly to his liking- or, as Lawrence puts it, she's not 'using her full potential.'

He would also be kind of angry about it. She's got the courage and the gall to roam around like that, flaunting her freedom like no one else is around to see. He doesn't have a clothing style like that. He doesn't have the budget to make one. He doesn't have the courage to try. He doesn't believe she's doing anything wrong, he's just mad it's not him.

[snurtsnurtcreations]

Continuing expanding on my desire for more powerful manipulative reader in the COD scene :)

warning: description of drowning

Siren reader finding this melancholy Scotsman perched on a rock on a cloudy beach. He’s got this sad, bitter look in his eyes and a star shaped scar on the side of his head as he gazes longingly, pitifully at the waves, and god, you can’t really help yourself when he’s got such wet sad eyes like a seal pup. You’ve seen him before round these parts, have watched for him over the years. Seen him splashing with family, seen him running laps up and down the beach, seen him partying with some other men, laugh loud and boisterous. In all this time, you’ve never ever seen him so miserable, so you really can’t be faulted for your actions. You’ve held back for so long, only ever getting glimpses of him, and now it is like fate has presented him to you on a silver platter.

Johnny barely registers the strange hum emanating from the ocean when he’s so deep in his thoughts, but when it finally hits him that the sound must be coming from somewhere, it’s already too late for him. He glances up, looks around, trying to find the source of the mesmerizing tune, a hum that reverberates in his very bones, soothes the ache in his soul, eases his mind- he’s got to find what’s making the noise. He stands up, walking aid mindlessly cast aside. There’s a bit of a wobble in his step as he treads past the rocky beach and into the water, but once he’s in the water, he’s blissfully lightweight. He’s chest deep when he finally locates the singer, a head poking out of the water, droplets slipping down the slope of your nose. An alarm blares at the back of his head, a warning that something isn’t right, that he didn’t see you before when he’d been staring so intently at the waves- where had you come from? You smile and start singing fully, and he finds the little alarm inconsequential in the face of such a lovely voice. Your arm stretches out in invitation, so he gets closer to grasp it. He has to swim to you, deep enough now that his feet can’t touch the ground, his head barely bobbing over the waves. 

He grasps your hand, and suddenly it seems much too cold, too rubbery to the touch, your smile too toothy, your gaze too sharp- Too late. Just one flick of your tail and you’ve dragged him deep beneath the waves, another one and you’ve gone deeper still, sun rays struggling to cut through the water. Similarly Johnny struggles to get out of your grasp. He’s strong (a commendable trait, you think), but still he is not stronger than you. Not when you’ve got him wrapped so neatly in your arms, not when he is deprived of oxygen, bubbles escaping his mouth, and most certainly not when he reflexively inhales a mouthful of water. His movements become sluggish, hands weakly pawing at your arms, eyes cloudy. Maybe he’s even crying a little, but you can’t really tell when you’re entirely surrounded by saltwater. Shh, shhh, darling, it’s alright, you can thank me later.

[gaillol-13]

"Sara chill no one trying to take him from u" ok but tbf we all want Tad carnally

[eclectricityfence]

“[ I just have a stomachache. ]”

Liar. Inferno could see on Mind’s face that he was anxious.

“# Are you sure? Because you’ve got that look. #”

Damn it. Mind sometimes hated that Charlie could read him so well. It made fudging the truth so much harder. “[ Please, it’s nothing for you to worry about, probably just a bug. You probably shouldn’t even be near me right now. ]”

Ah. So Mind was trying to self isolate. Like Devin would let that happen.

“# C’mon, a little bug never killed no one. If it’s nothing for me to worry about, it’s nothing for you to worry about either. #”

“[ Charlie. ]”

“# Come on, let’s get you to the couch. It’s lazy day. #”

Mind frowned. His goal had been to get Inferno to leave him alone, not to get Inferno to baby him. But Charlie’s hands were in his and leading him towards a day of comfort and relaxation before he had time to protest.

Two blankets were carefully laid on top of Mind, the table pushed close to the couch with water bottles and snacks in easy reach. The TV remote was placed in his hand as Devin ran to their room to get another blanket.

Mind sighed. He didn’t feel good about fibbing to his boyfriend, and he almost felt like he didn’t deserve the princess treatment he was getting. But he’d be a fool to decline it.

“# We’re gonna start you on water, but later I’ll make you some tea, #” Inferno said as he sat by Mind’s feet.

“[ Alright. ]”

Mind put on a crime show and settled down. He really did have a stomach ache, and he didn’t exactly doubt that he’d caught a bug from one of his students, but that wasn’t the whole truth. He’d been anxious and stressed about the upcoming holidays. It had been a while since he’d seen Heart or Soul, and even though they still spoke on the phone sometimes, he couldn’t help but be anxious.

“# Apollo. #”

“[ Mm? ]”

“# I, uh… I hope you know I’ll do whatever I can to help you feel better. Get you medicine, sing to you, stick by your side, massage your feet. #”

“[ …Massage my feet? ]”

“# You’re always walkin’ around outside without your shoes on. You stand all day. I think you need it. #”

“[ Probably. ]”

Mind turned his attention to the TV. He’d seen this episode before, he was sure. He knew what was going to happen. He got to thinking about inviting Inferno to Christmas at Soul’s place. It’d be weirder not to invite him, Mind thought, since they’d been together for a while, and they’d recently moved in together, and they all—

“[ Hey?! ]” Mind pulled his legs close and covered the bottoms of his feet.

“# What? I warned you. #”

“[ Not really? And I wasn’t expecting it. ]”

“# Do you not want it? #”

Mind bit his lip. What a stupid thing to be conflicted about. “[ I mean, like, I do, but… ]”

“# If you’re about to give me some bullshit about not needing it, then I don’t wanna hear it. #”

Mind sighed and stretched his legs out again. Devin’s hands were nice and warm against Mind’s ice cold feet.

“# You know, babe, I really think we need to get you to a spa one of these days. #”

“[ Let strangers put their hands all over me? Yeah right. ]”

“# Not necessarily. We could… what are those rooms full of steam called? #”

“[ You surely don’t mean a steam room. ]”

“# Quit bein’ a smartass. No. The other thing, a, a— #”

“[ Sauna? ]”

“# Yeah. Get you in one of those things. #”

“[ Could make one right here if we left the shower on long enough. ]”

“# You love to fight me. #”

“[ I love saving money. ]”

Charlie mumbled something and pressed his thumbs into the center of the bottom of Mind’s foot. “# You worry so much. We oughta get you on a plane to the Carolinas or something. #”

“[ I hate the beach. ]”

“# You love anywhere there’s warmth. We don’t gotta go to the beach. We could just find a fancy hotel and spend a couple days in bed. #”

“[ I’d rather go to the beach. ]”

Inferno gave Mind a really? look that made him smile.

“[ Sorry. ]”

“# No you ain’t. #”

Charlie switched to Mind’s other foot. “[ When you’re done, love, will you please make us some hot chocolate? ]”

“# Not ‘til that water bottle’s empty. #”

Mind rolled his eyes. If nothing else, Inferno was good at making sure his boyfriend took care of himself.

“# Why don’t you put on a Christmas movie or something? This crime stuff freaks me out. #”

“[ Ah, yes, a Christmas movie, which will go perfectly with this water. ]”

Devin swatted Mind’s shin and they both giggled. “# Alright, I’ll make you a deal, darlin’. #”

“[ How generous. ]”

“# Drink half that water, I’ll make us some hot chocolate, but no marshmallows. #”

“[ Hm. Fine. ]” Mind took the bottle and chugged about three fourths of it at once.

“# …your stomach won’t like that. #”

“[ Good thing I don’t care what it thinks. ]”

“# Wasn’t a stomach ache the thing that made you try isolating today? #”

Mind kicked Devin and pulled his feet away. “[ Hush. ]”

Charlie sighed and stood up. He gave Mind’s head a pat and forehead a kiss before walking toward the kitchen. “# You’re lucky I love you. #”

“[ Yeah, yeah, I love you too. ]”

They are so cute 🥺🥺🥺👀👀👀👀 I like this a lot it's very cute and funny

[desceros]

Low effort, out of context meme for hol

Leo:

Donnie: WH

biblically accurate hol leo

[lipsticklens]

you guys are craazy... i'm not dating *superman*, whaaattt ?? i'm dating clark kent, yknow the nerdy reporter ... yeah the one that interviews superman all the time, so like, they can't possibly be the same person ... omg noo they look nothing alike what are you talking abouuuttt ...?? clark's hair is literally curly. smh ... crazy luthorhead conspiracy theories over here ... why would superman be working for the daily planet, uhh ?? hellooo ??