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Day in the life - afternoon 🌇
anatomy practice with ghost except i actually have an exam tomorrow so this is just revision
Shower thoughts…🚿🧼
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Imagine joining an online chatroom because you struggle meeting people in real life, but god do you want to lose your virginity, right?
Most of the men you meet aren't all that interesting, but there's this one guy...fucking hilarious, witty, a bit dry. His chat name might be "deadmeat" but by the pictures he sends it's anything but.
Deadmeat: thought of you again, bloody mess. Can't wait to have you.
The picture attached is his usual, hard cock covered in at least two previous loads, tip flushed pink and wanting. The calloused, tattooed hand it's cradled in is what drew you in initially. Most folk in the chat room were...well...gifted in size, and as fun as it is to imagine you can hardly manage two fingers on a good long day.
But this man? Perfect fit. About the width of his palm, fingers easily wrapping around. Not small by any means, but definitely not heart-stopping in a bad way.
You: just a few more days. Got the motel booked?
You make sure it's safe, of course you do. Swapping photos together in anticipation for the day.
Deadmeat, or ghost as he requested you call him now, is...a little different than you expected. Tall, for one, nearly brushing his head on the top of the doorframe when you nervously unlock the motel room.
You don't quite realize the breath of your mistake until you and ghost are half undressed in bed and you slip a hand under his waistband. You slide you hand along the soft hair at his base, wrap your hand over it and—
...no. no way.
The amusement on ghosts face as you frantically shove his pants down and pull out his dick is palpable. Holy shit, he's massive. You're a few centimeters shy of wrapping your hand around him, not to mention the length.
You swallow thickly, glance up at him.
The fucker has the audacity to chuckle, reaching down to wrap his impossibly large hands around his dick, give himself a few pumps "well? Everything you were expecting? Don't worry, i can make it fit."
Oh you are so screwed.
(Pst. Pt 2 here)
I’m in my hurt no comfort era and so I’m toying with the idea that soap goes too far and he does hurt Simon? Or maybe like you mentioned Gaz targets Simon just to get a rise out of soap?
I’m feeling like hurt no comfort will cure me ;)
oh god my heart 😫😫 maybe it comes after soap being put in isolation, days if not weeks of being wrapped up in a straight jacket in a padded room. he can’t move, can’t get any energy out, can’t fight the voices in his head telling him to rage. no one understands that this just makes him worse and if they’re being honest, they don’t really care; not if it means he keeps attacking orderlies and they have to pay out their medical leave. soap’s a drain on their resources and the break is as much for them as it is for soap to “calm down”
but he just winds up tighter and tighter and they know that which is why they don’t take the straight jacket off until he’s been marched back into his and ghost’s room, the door closed as much as it can be as they unbuckle him so they can slip out before he can turn and launch himself at them. he feels so out of control, so stripped of his humanity, but for once instead of going for the pillows or the walls, he can’t move; so trapped in his anger, he can’t take a single step, can barely breathe through the white hot rage that’s feeling more and more like pain
ghost doesn’t know how long has passed with soap frozen in the doorway, looking off into nothing like he’s mimicking one of his episodes instead of his own cataclysmic meltdowns. talking to him does nothing; it’s like he can’t here him, his attention buried so internally deep, he might as well not even be here. distant worry starts to swell against the wall of his apathy bc he knows the doctors won’t come back in here if there is something wrong, they won’t risk themselves if soap has somehow become even more volatile
he gets to his feet and slowly walks towards him, uselessly talking the whole time; he tries to joke that he sounds like soap but it comes out croaked, stilted, proof that this whole thing is wrong. ghost stops in front of him but it’s still like he’s not even there. he just stares straight through him
so he raises his hand and puts it on soap’s bicep
ghost doesn’t even see soap move. the next thing he knows, he’s on the floor, his nose aching and wet with his blood, and soap is above him, arm reared back for another punch. he doesn’t try to stop it from landing, the crunch of it against his cheek perversely reassuring, and he stays prone as he pulls back again and again
soap is back, that’s all that matters
I’m gonna shit my pants I love this so so so so much!!!!!!!
I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS!!!!
-when Simon and soap meet price for the first time and price sees soaps anger, he pulls Simon aside and asks him if soap did that, Simon lies
-Simon begged for help, grabbing on to sleeve of Johnnys shirt , gently tugging to get him to stop
-while it was happening for Simon it’s a mixture of the first real thing he’s felt other than apathy in a long while and also its first time he’s hurt that wasn’t self inflicted
-baby boy Simon has a flashback to when he was abused as a child and accidentally calls soap dad in the middle of it, trying to get him off
-the orderly’s are torn because yes Johnny did this but Simon won’t let him leave and Johnny isn’t leaving voluntarily so they allow check ins every hour but no physical touch
-back to price; price knows Simon is lying and doesn’t fully ignore it but he does keep that in the back of his head so that when one of the other gym patrons and soap get into it, and Simon goes to push Johnny away price is right there after him so no one gets hurt, not even Simon
GOD PRICE KEEPING AN EYE ON THEM IS SO !!! maybe he believes ghost when he says it’s not as cut and dry as abuse, that yes he lied about soap being the one to hurt him but not bc of fear or internalised blame. ghost knows soap hurt him on purpose (even if he didn’t know who he was hurting) he just doesn’t care. price seeing that lack of self preservation, maybe remembering the people he hurt bc they thought they needed to stay, and decides if ghost won’t leave or protect himself, he’ll just have to do it for him. the loser he gets to soap, the more it solidifies into the correct choice in his mind; soap is a man on the brink but when it comes to ghost, none of his violence is deliberate and he knows that in protecting ghost, he’s also protecting soap
the image of ghost slurring out “dad, please” while soap hits him over and over, deaf and blind to the pain he’s causing, maybe even calling out for soap to help him, both of them losing reality and not knowing who they’re with oh fuck 🥺🥺 it’s part of what makes the orderlies decide to allow soap to stay in the infirmary bc even barely conscious and through broken teeth, ghost begs soap to help him, to save him. even when he’s fully conscious and remembers what happened, he still believes soap saved him; he would take being beaten by soap a hundred times over if it means he gets all those toxic emotions out of his head. if it means overriding ghost’s memories of his father with something much kinder, no matter the pain
ghost being irritated by price hovering, the way he occasionally tries to stop ghost from grounding soap bc he thinks he knows more about them than ghost himself until price learns to be more subtle and just watch, sticking to the edges in case he’s needed. he knows ghost would take soap and leave in a heartbeat if he pressed too hard, that as apathetic as he is, being perceived as something to be coddled and protected grates at him, and soap would follow him at a single word no matter how much he’s grown to like price and his gym; soap priorities ghost above all else and if he so much as hinted at wanting to leave, price would never see either of them again
GUYS!!! I WON A GIVEAWAY BY @kittywritesfic AND THEY WROTE DRAGON GHOST AU!!
Like there's an ACTUAL FIC of when Ghost first transforms!!! 🥹🥹🥹 IM SO HAPPY!
I drew these 3 drawings based on scenes in the fic!
Chop chop people, go read!! -> LINK!
Thank you thaNK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN DEAR!! ♥️♥️♥️
Park the shark with a scent kink is so valid. I also feel like period sex is definitely on the table with him
(Hey so this possessed me so much so that I wrote this at work the moment I saw the ask. I'm not the best at writing in second person yet so it's like, half me rambling and half an attempt at a fic, plus I wrote this on my night shift and cleaned it up half asleep so apologies for any spelling or grammar errors or if it's a little clunky. Anyway, pls enjoy this lil thought blurb that kinda got away from me in length)
Park may be a little ooc but also we only saw like 30 seconds of him sooooo is it really ooc if he isn't fully fleshed out? Also it isn't super gender specific another than referencing you've got a vagina, a period, and nipples.
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Imagine if the Park the Shark moniker came from his frat days in college (you can pry frat bro Park from my cold dead hands) and it got around that he didn’t gaf about blood and would still fuck/eat out someone on their period. Like he’s in med school, he’s gonna be an orthopedic surgeon, why tf would something like blood deter him?
If anything it was almost like he didn’t just “not mind” it, it was that Park craved it. He got off on it just as much as whoever’s legs he was between and thus Park the Shark was born, and he wore it like a badge of fucking honor the rest of the way through school.
Just from how strenuous and demanding orthopedic residency is maybe his sex life, and subsequently the moniker, gets pushed to the back of his mind until an old frat brother comes in and calls him Park the Shark in front of everyone and now the nickname is being whispered through the halls, following him like a shadow because hospital staff thought it was because he’s brutish, cold, and a total asshole. And yeah, he is those things, but the shark moniker had once been positive, a source of pride that fed his ego, it made him an outlier among his peers and made him popular with the ladies.
He had hook ups every now and again when he found the time during his later residency years, after carving out a place for himself among the PTMC staff, but found it brought more headache than pleasure to fuck where he worked- especially when he became an attending, so he gives up and forces himself to focus on work.
Of course until you, that is.
You, a new ED resident who captures his full attention by simply walking into a room and not taking any of his shit for a millisecond, not even batting an eye under the Shark's looming figure and icy glare. You return it with a glare of your own, your lip curled in anger as you snap at him to stand up straight if he's going to talk to you like that and fuck, he’s enamored. Park wants you carnally, almost desperately, and every time you roll your eyes at him or pop your gum in his face he gets hard enough to see stars. You’re infuriating— your competency is infuriating. It would be easier to get over it if you were just stupid but no. No you just had to be top of your class with a spine made of steel and you don’t give him a single inch where he usually takes a mile. The chase takes a while, longer than any other person he's pursued in his life. You’re not an easy one to wear down and you give him hell the entire way, but he’s not quick to give up until he’s got you to say yes to "just one date".
first off this video is hilarious, and second: it's canon now that the Mandalorian would listen to Africa by Toto
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Daddy caught dinner while you were drooling on my gear.
'hey kiddo'
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Why do you smell so good? :3
Price being haunted by Soap's ghost. He hears him, sees him in the shadows. Sometimes, at night, he talks to him. Never gets a reply, just blank stares.
Let's save the rest for after dinner.