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Let's blow them up to hell'

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cleaned up

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Apr 2023

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Captain John Price in Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 13/??

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Regency! Era Ghost silently pining for his neglected wife, and sees how much the kingdom actually likes her as a ruler.

She's very hands-on, likes to roam the markets during harvest season and see if there can be any improvement to help the traders and farmers. She knows them by name, and they shower her with gifts.

Children love her because she encourages them to be artistic, giving them paints and brushes, especially if they have a talent for art.

Hell, the palace staff adore her, especially before Ghost put her down. Even now, she still is very kind to them, but a lot more withdrawn, and the staff closest to her secretly resent their king for snuffing out such a vibrant flame.

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all of the above? correct💯

in fact, most of the palace staff adore you because they're at ease with you, compared to any other high born in the entire kingdom. you're the kindest they've ever known and they cherish you, not only for knowing names, but also for joking around with them and being understanding in case someone has a family crisis at him and you're generous with money, time and effort as well.

you're very hands on, especially with agriculture. the winters can be long and brutal and you want to make sure that everyone has enough to eat and makes sure that everyone stays warm. you take extra care of the less privileged: the orphans, the women and children who need shelter from their husbands and families, the homeless, anyone who is well below the poverty line.

Simon didn't know all this. mostly because he hardly ever took the time to actually listen to the words you saying before his outburst. then after it went quiet, you never told him. it wasn't worth telling him anything if he didn't want to hear it.

he only found out from his some of his advisors always praising you for being so hands-on with the people, which made him feel worse because here you were, still being a good queen, despite given up trying to be a good wife when you weren't given the chance.

he also noticed that the servants looked at him. the fear was still there, of course, but there was something else. anger. distain. Soap did a little digging around and the answers that came out... well, they weren't much of a surprise and Simon couldn't blame the palace for resenting him.

"her handmaiden often found her cryin'." Soap told him. "she hardly talks much now."

Simon realized that had a lot of atoning to do if he was going to deserve someone like you.

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purpose of this poll: basically im wondering if my gran having a pistol was a typical american experience

#only ever seen a cops gun #specifically the ones outisde buckingham palace lol #the most british answer possible

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No in between. Reblog if you vote pleas

#its warm (british) #10 - 15 is like ideal temperature range #<- thats celcius btw

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PRICE & GAZ IN GHILLIE SUITS 🍃 | MODERN WARFARE II

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Why do soap and gaz move like they have a ball and chain attached to their ankles and thigh deep in molasses in mw2022 ☠️

They run like I run in my nightmares

fr tho, have a little urgency, perhaps 🤨🤨 maybe pretend like you're being, I don't know, shot at 🤨🤨🤨

#ask

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I'm not an Eurovision fan myself, but since the time of the year is aproaching, just a lil' reminder: Eurovision declared they would not stop Israel from participating this year because "Eurovision is an apolitical music festival" (but for some reason it took them the blink of an eye to ban Russia when the war with Ukraine started)

Just a few days ago, as the song Israel pretended to submit was revealed and it proved to be nothing but political propaganda, Eurovision asked Israel to change to another song since it would contradict their "apolitical status". Israel aparently has threatened with not participating if they are not allowed to play their song "October Rain" (the fucking audacity)

No matter what, I would recomend to boycott Eurovision by contacting your countries respective radio-television organizations to tell them you are against your country participating if Israel is not kicked out, and not watch the show at all

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if youre my mutual im sorry for interacting with you in the confusing and cryptic ways that i do i wasnt socialized properly in the shelter

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CAPTAIN PRICE IN “COUNTDOWN”

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I think fandom fundamentally lost something when fan content stopped being treated like a free creation from another fan and more like a YouTube video dropped from your favorite influencer.

it’s become content and consumers, not a community of people and it’s fundamentally breaking the ecosystem.

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part 2 of regency era!ghost x f!reader

you never truly appreciated your solitude until it was being threatened.

honestly.

you didn't know how happy, or at the very least, mildly content, with how alone you've felt all these years until your husband decided to barge into your life.

you've endured endless rumours about an unconsummated marriage because the man can't bear to be in your presence for more than five minutes. you've endured whispers, snickers and odd looks from noblemen, women and commoners alike because your own husband deems you unfit to be his wife and he didn't have to say it out loud to any of them.

his presence used to be something you longed for. even the mere crinkle at the corners of his eyes to indicate a smile would've been a milestone achieved (not that you've ever achieved it). the mere touch of his fingers against your hand would leave you elated for the rest of the day.

but now?

your spine grows taut if he so much as looks your way. he stands a little closer to you at formal gatherings, opting to start a conversation with you. he finds you in the gardens or in the library when you know you've expressed to the handmaidens that you do not wish to be disturbed. but alas, he is the king. no one dares to contradict the king.

which is quite unfortunate because every waking moment he spends orbiting around you fills you with dread. you crave his absence more than anything now.

you wish he could go back to his mistresses. whatever it is he said or did to offend them enough to cast him out of their beds, you're certain it can be rectified and you can go back to existing in peace.

"you can paint." his voice trails behind you.

your brush strokes pause and your head shifts a bit to the side, your gaze catching on the flowers on your left before returning to your canvas. the soft scrape of footsteps on grass comes closer until you feel his presence at your side.

you continue your task, unwilling to give him your full attention. it's his own fault. he came to see you at a bad time. "an astute observation, your majesty."

his head tilts at your work, curious eyes examining your technique. you then feel the weight of his gaze on the side of your face. "i didn't know you could paint."

"no. you did not." it's not meant to be harsh. it is the truth.

you don't see the way his eyes crinkle under his mask, but you certainly hear the amusement in his voice. "why the hostility, my queen?"

"i am not being hostile, you majesty. forgive me if it appears so." you make a broad swipe over the blues and greens then dipped your brush in more paint.

he lets out a sound akin to a chuckle. you don't know what to make of it. ignoring it was your best and only choice.

"i don't mind it." he says. "it amuses me."

amuses him, you think. if that's the reason he suddenly shows interest in you, then you remind yourself to be as bland as this morning's soup.

suddenly, you want to leave. his presence is oppressive. you can't focus with him gawking at you and your painting like this.

"i could've sworn i had paintings in my study not too long ago." he muses, eyes crinkling with amusement. he knows about your paintings and only now does he choose to acknowledge them.

you suddenly lose interest in your canvas at the fact. you dip the brush in the cup of water and turn your back to him. "i know. i made them."

"what happened to them?"

"if i recall, you asked the servants to throw them out."

you don't bother to wait for his response as you gather your palette and start the journey back to your bed chambers.

you don't realize how much your statement gutted him.

considering that you haven't had a proper conversation with your husband since the day you met him, imagine your surprise upon receiving a letter; a dinner invitation.

when you think about it, truly think back to the last three years of being trapped in this loveless marriage, the invitation itself contradicts everything you know regarding how he feels about you.

you've never had to speak to him outside of formal gatherings and meetings with nobles and other people. never had to touch him more than what is required for public appearances. if anything, he can't seem to stand your presence. always leaving you alone when he found the chance to, always shoving you far away from his vicinity if he's in the mood.

he's only bedded you at least twice a month out of an obligation to make an heir. never mind the fact that you've never stayed in his bed until past sunrise, nor has he in yours.

so this, sitting across from him at a table played out with a variety of dishes and plates, this is new.

"my queen." you think his eyes are squinting under the mask. it's almost hard to tell under the candlelight. "thank you for joining me."

like you had a choice in the matter.

you resist the urge to force a smile. better to stay as neutral as possible than to give any reaction. "thank you for inviting me."

let's get this over with, you thought to yourself as you slowly picked up the fork and met his eyes from across the table.

you keep a neutral tone and a guarded expression throughout the entire dinner. whether he's bothered by it or not, it's hard to tell. he only asks about your day.

which is... a first. he never cared until now. you were quiet for a moment as you thought about the day's events, thinking of anything you'd done differently to warrant an invitation to dine with the king.

you hadn't done much today. visiting an orphanage wasn't out of the ordinary for you. neither was having to make sure that there was enough harvest to get the kingdom through the coming winter. after you'd done that, you spent the afternoon planning next week's ball.

really, you can't think of a single thing you haven't done in the past to make the king want to speak to you. not one thing... that you know of.

the fork was slowly twirled between your fingers as you carefully minced your words. "fairly uneventful. nothing that would interest you, your majesty."

"let's agree to disagree." he leaned back in his chair. "i want to know what my wife has been up to."

his wife— odd. very odd. very out of character for him to even acknowledge you as something more than the bane of his existence.

his wife— you suddenly find it hard to breathe. a heavy ache swells in your chest. it reaches up like a fist and grips your throat.

his wife— the words made you want to hurl yourself out the window and drop to your death.

your eyes drop to the food on your place and stayed fixed there. you can't tell if you're frightened or angry at this new change in... dynamic.

you settle for apathy. it's the only logical reaction. the only thing that will keep you sane when he's deliberately trying to steal your sanity.

"like i said, your majesty." you stab the piece of meat with your fork. "nothing that would be of interest."

if he's disappointed by the stone wall you chose to put between you and him, he doesn't show it. good. you'd much rather be confronted with his indifference than anything else, since you're so used to it.

you can only hope this would be your last night dining with him.

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Wait… Isn’t Ed Balls day coming up? ED BALLS DAY, I HAVE TO GET READY TO CELEBRATE 

#ED BALLS DAY‼️‼️‼️