#*insert skull emoji here*

[radetzkymarch]

Celebrating the Cessation of Covid Hostilities by dropping an Emergen-C into my wine

#still testing postive but I can breathe again and the CDC says I gotta be at work #insert skull emoji here

[takearisk-xo]

How would the dynamic between the golden trio change with Draco in the mix? I can see Ron and Harry being civil with him, but I can’t see them ever going out of their way to converse with him. I don’t think he would ever be invited to a boys night out or anything like that, and I think it would cause a shift in the golden trio dynamic. I could see Hermione getting closer to Neville and Luna than to Harry and Ron. I'm sure Draco would rather hang out with them than Harry and Ron. Maybe I’m dwelling too much on personal experience, but I can’t stand one of my best friend's spouses. We still get together, but, to be honest, we have a lot more fun when he’s not there. Our spouses put up with him, but if he doesn't show up, they're more than happy. I know it probably sounds mean, but the older I’ve gotten, the less I feel the need to please people. If I like you, I’ll be nice; if I don’t care for you, I’ll be civil, but I couldn’t care less about you; and if I hate you, well love, watch out. That's how I see Harry and Ron too, but maybe I'm overthinking.

this is hard for me to answer because i obviously threw out that epilogue with zero context … for you guys.

meanwhile i know exactly what i have planned for parts 2 & 3 so idk how much i want to give away.

i’ll say that harry sets aside their rivalry for a very good reason and that draco goes through years of rock bottom and comes out of it a very different/more well-adjusted person.

ron never quite tolerates him though until his youngest son ends up with hermione & dracos oldest daughter 💀

ANYWAYS i plan to answer all of your questions

#when i’ll write parts 2&3 is yet to be seen #insert skull emoji here #the path from you #tpfy next gen #anon #answered

[thekoopalingsandstuffs]

The peanut butter is thick 💀

That peanut butter is CLEARLY

CREAMY

Tf are you talking about-

#i dont understand why this whole pb situation is so hilarious #[insert skull emoji here]

[mayullla]

Freak it I am going on a writing hiatus.

#mayu rambles #might still stay here #might not #i have been doing not so well in writing to be fair #trying to get back to it #but not alot of progress #not gonna lie i just want to restart tbh #been putting alot of pressure on myself here to complete stuff #since i have the tendency to think that yes i could do it which was more so no that is too much #yeahhhhhhhhhh #i will still be here #just not writing anymore i dont think #but who knows maybe next year i might come back #dunno... no promises *insert skull emoji here*

[blmpff]

how he still believes him is beyond me, the trust from seeing supernatural things together is a powerful thing

#oh no! here comes trouble #oh no here comes trouble #(insert skull emoji) #favorite scenes #episode 6 #blmpff

[peachpitss]

me, to other angelenos: god, this place is a nightmare realm forged in abyssal hellfire someone not from LA: yeah! los angeles sucks! everyone is so shallow and fake! me: los angeles is a beautiful city full of diverse people with one of the greatest culinary scenes in the world, actually. and--

#i will defend this city i love/hate the moment an Outsider throws the first stone #abby.txt #can't believe i've been here for a decade [insert skull emoji here]

[kuraikyu]

@zangyo : "Are you happy, Geto-san?" It was a simple question with an equally simple answer. At least, one would think that is the case. However, because of this, giving a yes or no answer would not take a second or two. He watched and waited for a response, mainly taking note of how long it took for Geto to say anything at all.

ㅤ𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 somewhat fresh. Sudden outreach met with raised brows and resulted in collapse of sheeted thought eluding from the mirth of collective. Has eye of sentry noticed by his lack of socializing gestures, that there was something strange going on within; something he tried to keep from emerging at any cost?

'' Hm? '' Strode cradled by innocence - gentle hum produced a tint of surprise lacing Suguru's tone when he peered to process if Nanami truly means what just asked. But of course, Nanami's gaze followed him this entire time, ever since they entered the fast-food corner, and until there was an adequate moment for him to proceed with ask. Such keen detective his Kōhai was ... one day he shall become a remarkable Sorcerer. Suspicious factor sure had to be when Satoru and Haibara started throwing fries at each other over Geto's head, and he barely reacted. Vision of crowned Special Grade settled ward his hand and the sound of a plastic cup's bottom clattering against the hardwood of the table. Whatever script occupied the curse manipulator's thought goes by the board, wondering now if it was Nanami's own initiative directing his steps or someone's else secretive nudge — either way, it mattered little at the moment.

Haunted by narrative. Happy ... there was something inexplicably gnawing on him & preventing him from answering easily. The worst part? He did not know how to truly grasp it and was terrified to ask himself the question what it was.

Needless was his current worry, maybe he was even too pointlessly concerned about how to squeeze it out of himself without cutting a few timbres to these measures.

Geto wanted to ask Nanami something as well but —— he was now their Senpai, wasn't he? And he was supposed to be a good example for them. So he bit back any apropos of the initiative along with what wished to come out. His next sip of cola was nevertheless denser.

After a polite amount of time an opportunity liberated chance to present an instant lie. '' There's no reason for me to not be happy, '' he only partly mentioned, hoping he said enough at last in twenties of seconds and even laminated uncurling smile from twitching lip-corners for a better emphasis, though it was difficult. But Geto's final words would turn to the matter of prior inquiry, '' Don' t worry it's just — I think ... I overstuffed myself with bigger portion than I could handle. '' He frowned upon the unfinished quarter of Burger ... made by ...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ... /𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬/.

ㅤㅤ

#zangyo #!Nanami #Muse: Geto #{ WHAT IS THIS??? - ohhhhhhh how dare u -- . } #{ Nanami feels like pokin' beehive. The amount of skull emojis I would insert here bc feels.......🚶‍♂️} #VERSE (past) : ⑆ㅤㅤㅤcracks in golden seal. #反応‚ㅤ╱ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 reacted.

[ventisstolengnosis]

Me: hmmm I wish there was some kind of content for this incredibly specific idea that I have ...

Logical side of me: make it yourself?

Me: hehe. No. *continues endlessly scrolling on webtoon hoping to find smth*

#the fic im currently reading hasnt had any new chapters in a while. im starved #so far this month i have only made one (1) thing that i actuqlly enjoyed making #and it was this shitty short story that i refuse to show anyone (insert skull emoji here) #im so bored aghhhh #i wish i enjoyed drawing again.. writing is sometimes fun but other times it just feels so difficult #becca rambles #idk im just. ah. this is fine.

[queer-n-here]

HEY

ITS THE ANON THAT ASKED FOR FYODOR X MUSCULAR READER

ERMMMM

IF ITS OKAY CAN I HAVE THAT NOW BUT SMUT

PLEASE

( im not desperate i promise )

-🦅 ( eagle emoji anon cs rahh america )

Yeah brotha, ofc!

Also, welcome to the anon fam. Here we go, Fyodor smut. (And guess what? I'm writing this in my mom's school so like... pray that I don't caught)

Also, I'm gonna do your Kunikida req, too, just gimme like a day or two, yeah? Hope you like it, even though it kinda got OOC.

Contents: You walk in on Fyodor fingering himself to the thought of you, and then you fuck the poor anemic man.

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, nipple play, OOC Fyodor.

Fyodor was almost ready to get on his knees and beg.

It was probably the first time in his entire life that he'd ever been so desperate.

It had all started that one day when you'd picked him up for the first time, and ever since then his skull could only contain one thought: you. Any and all attempts at a distraction were futile. After trying for weeks, Fyodor gave up on them.

His only solace was the handful of hours when he'd be asleep. Lately, however, you'd started haunting his dreams, too, plaguing them with thoughts and images of you that grew filthier and filthier each time. Gods, what were you doing to him? And how were you doing it? Was this a part of your ability? To hypnotize someone and make them lose control of their senses?

Even know, rutting pitifully against the pile of blankets in your room, Fyodor's glazed eyes could see you. Your huge form, towering over his own. Your ginormous hands tracing his skin, gripping his waist and rubbing his nipples.

His naked chest came in contact with the bed sheets, and he threw his head and moaned, pathetic dick rubbing back and forth against the soon to be stained sheets.

But it wasn't enough. It wasn't even nearly enough.

Fyodor licked his fingers slick, then reached back to insert the first one into his achingly empty hole, trying to convince himself that it was your finger his hole was fluttering around. He shut his eyes, seeing you against the back of his eyelids instead.

Pre-cum dribbled down his shaft as his shoulders shook, his free hand clenching desperately at the sheets. Gasps and moans spilled from his red and bitten lips, and all of a sudden his fingers hit a certain spot.

Fyodor's back arched, a particularly loud moan leaving his mouth. He slipped in a second finger, hand moving faster now. He bit down on the sheets beneath his head, muffling his cries against the fabric as he found himself tipping over the edge soon. As his cum hit the sheets, so did his body. His poor anemic body couldn't hold for any longer.

He rolled over onto his back instead, dazed eyes opening slowly, and taking a moment to process what they were seeing.

You.

For a moment Fyodor almost believed that he had now gone insane. But it was too real to be an illusion, you were too real.

He sat up with a gasp, hands flying to grab the sheets beneath him and try to cover himself with them. You were faster, though, ripping the sheets out of his grasp and letting them fall onto the floor.

This was going to be fun.

Not that you had expected to see Fyodor like this when you opened the door of his room. I mean, sure, maybe you could blame that on your habit of not knocking, or maybe even his of not locking his door. But you were glad you two did that, how else would you have ended up in his room, smirk growing on your face as you took in his condition.

Fyodor was still trying to reach for the sheets, but you grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed above his head, making him fall onto the bed on his back with a huff.

"Fyodor," Your eyes had an unusual darkness to them, one that set the alarms blaring in his head. "What were you doing?"

Fyodor tried to struggle out of your grasp, his weak body fighting against yours to no avail as a deep red blush rose through his flesh. "...It's none of your business!"

"Isn't it?" You tilted your head, face inches away from his. "You said my name."

Fyodor froze. "W-what?"

"You called for me," You repeated. "And you were loud, too. I thought you were hurt somewhere."

His pale skin reddened further, and he turned to look away from your blazing eyes, but you grabbed his chin and made him look at you.

"Were you thinking about me?" The smirk had returned to your face, and your eyes were hungrily roaming over Fyodor's body. "You were fucking your hole with your fingers like a little bitch in heat; were you pretending they were mine?"

Fyodor's breath hitched. Being caught like this before he had even come down from his previous high was intimidating, but also strangely arousing. He let you loom over him, your huge body almost completely hiding his against the bed.

"Answer me, Fyodor," You said.

And he couldn't do anything but nod, cheeks flaming. You leaned forwards and kissed him, smiling slightly. He gasped again, surprised, eyes wide and hands falling limp in your hold. You let them go, placing your hands on his waist instead as you pressed him into the bed, tongue invading his mouth.

"W-what are you doing?" Fyodor pulled away just long enough to ask.

"Hmm," You hummed against his lips, pulling back and sitting on the bed to take of your clothes. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

Fyodor's breath hitched, his skinny body shifting against yours. You finished stripping, leaning down to kiss him full on the lips again, this time more passionate. He fisted his hands in your shirt, pulling you closer weakly.

You sighed softly, reaching forward to trace the curve of his neck, the dip of his collarbone. Pulling away, you lowered your head to kiss there instead, leaving marks in the wake of your fingertips. Fyodor moaned, screwing his eyes shut against the feeling of your lips on his skin.

"[Name]," He panted, biting his lips to stop himself from moaning too loud.

"Hmm?" You pulled away from his collarbone, raising your head to look at him. "What do you want me to do, baby?"

Fyodor's eyes widened slightly at the pet name, but he wrapped his arms around your neck all the same. "Please, fuck me..."

And who were you to deny him?

He'd prepped himself just fine, and, aligning your tip with his leaking hole, you were able to slide in your member relatively easily. You started slow, thrusting into him gently at first, trying to give him time to adjust himself.

"[Name]." Fyodor moaned, brows furrowed. "Nggh, f-faster, please!"

You obliged him, speeding up considerably as you lifted his legs, wrapping them around your waist before placing your hands on either side of his head. Fyodor was clenching around you with each thrust, each nudge of your tip against his soft and tight walls making his toes curl.

Your hips snapped against his, and his back arched, thrusting his nipples up into your face. You kissed them readily, licking and biting and teasing to your heart's content as the man beneath you squirmed and panted and moaned.

"Fyodor," You said, teeth gritted against the feeling of Fyodor around you. "Does it feel good, hmm? Tell me, d'you like it when I fuck you like this?"

Fyodor's eyes were blurred up with tears, his eyes blown out and wide, making him look like he wouldn't be able to process anything but your cock in his ass for the life of him. Still, he nodded frantically. "S-so good, hah! Mmph, [Name]! Feels so... so good..."

You rolled your hips, pounding into him with a rhythm so heavenly, it had Fyodor seeing stars. One thrust in particular hit somewhere so soft inside him, he cried out, and you shifted to hit that spot again. His grip on your shoulders tightened, head falling back to expose his beautiful neck.

You leaned down to kiss it, rolling your hips and bullying his prostrate. His nails were burying into your skin, moans growing louder and louder by the minuted in a way that told you he was close.

And sure enough, pretty soon Fyodor was trying to speak through his lewd noises. You understood his meaning even when his words were barely coherent. Speeding up, you bit his shoulder, making him cry out in a mixture of pain of pleasure so intense all other thoughts were wiped out from his brain.

He reached his orgasm, hips bucking up into yours as a cry ripped itself free from his throat. You slowed down to a stop even as your cock throbbed at the feeling of Fyodor clenching around you so tight it almost made you lose control.

He huffed and panted beneath you, using one hand to cover his face. You gently pried it away, planting a kiss on his forehead. You waited for him to come down from his high, peppering kisses on his face softly.

He raised a hand to place on your chest to stop you, giggling softly. "You..." He hesitated slightly. "You haven't finished yet, right?"

You had been ignoring your throbbing dick for a while now, trying to remain still despite the desire building in your gut.

You shook your head.

Fyodor flushed slightly. His arms had fallen limply onto the bed when he'd came, and now they rose to wrap themselves around your neck again.

"Go on, then. You can... do it till you cum."

And being as restless as you were, you immediately began moving again.

#dom male reader #top male reader #dom reader #sub bsd x you #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs #sub bsd #sub bungou stray dog x you #sub bungou stray dogs #sub fyodor #fyodor x you #sub fyodor x you

[yuwumeniji]

Luxiem & Pickup Lines

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

EXTRA NOTES: i just want them flustered over the cheesiest pick up lines i found on the internet lmao

GENERAL

established relationships (reader x luxiem)

both luxiem and the reader are streamers here - the reader plays along with their respective chats flirts with the boys

the reader is the one telling the boy a pick-up line

i literally got these off of one of those top (insert number here) websites lmao

you can 100% pull bitches this way (trust me)

MORE UNDER THE CUT

⊰᯽⊱┈───── ✧ ─────┈⊰᯽⊱

IKE EVELAND

"Can you touch my hand? I want to tell my friends that I've been touched by an angel"

Ike "rejection" eveland surprisingly gets flustered over your pick-up line

he genuinely does not expect you of all people to also play along with his chat who often spams him with ring emojis

to many, he's like an impregnable wall - quick to hit you back with a blunt quip, but not this time....

he SPUTTERS the second he heard you finish that line (you totally did not read it off of one of those sites on google... not at all)

" i- you- y-y-you??" "WAIT Y/N COULD YOU REPEAT THAT ONE MORE TIME"

he's smiling, he's giggling, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, my crops are growing and my skin is clear

he spends the rest of the stream asking you to tell him another pick-up line whenever there was a chance. he found it enjoyable that you find these funny enough to share with him

LUCA KANESHIRO

"I've lost my teddy bear! Could I sleep with you instead?"

i think the pick-up line went over his head a little bit

like, he went "oh, where'd you put it last?" before someone in his chat tells him that it was a pick up line

then it's just silence

did you completely break the impassable mafia boss? did you manage to fluster him?

but nope, he goes back to his usual POOOOG self

behind the camera, he's as red as a cherry tomato - boy did he not expect a pick-up line like this to come from you!

actually, it was very noticable that the pick-up line flustered him

he was speaking quickly, his gestures were wild and you could even hear how big the smile on his face was

he'll definitely send you a cringey couple tiktok later after stream with a "us lmao <3" after it

MYSTA RIAS

"Are those spacepants? because your ass looks out of this world!"

oh he knows he has a nice ass

he thinks the pick-up line was terrible but hearing it come from you made the whole thing feel romantic (in some way)

but hearing this from you? he's as red as a tomato (i can't think of anything else that's red... skull emoji..)

the pick-up line definitely flustered him to the point where he had to take like a 10 minute break from the game both of you were playing together.

"CHAT. LISTEN TO ME, THEY NEVER SAY STUFF LIKE THAT!"

he's sputtering too and then he goes on a whole tangent about how cringe the pick-up line was

he spends the rest of the stream together talking excitedly - he feels a little energized knowing that you like him enough to tell him such a cringe pick-up line

SHU YAMINO

"Hey, is your name Wi-fi? Because I'm feelin' a connection between you and I"

"THAT IS SO CRINGE" (cue the giggling)

he shouted??? fr???? real????

this is the loudest shu had been on a stream, and not only did it surprise his viewers, but also himself

he couldn't hold back on his laughter because he could tell that you totally searched that up on your phone while he was brb from the stream

you can see the 10 minute giggly shu compilations made from this stream alone now (tskr)

he's actually laughing so hard to the point he's gasping for air - that's when you know you definitely flustered him

he also searches for one because he wants to see you get flustered as well

you guys spend the rest of the stream telling each other cringey pick-up lines to see who could out-cringe the other

VOX AKUMA

"You know what you'd look beautiful in? My arms."

normally, vox is used to flirty comments but hearing you say that out of the blue really shocked him

like you could visibly see his shock - mid sentence he just went "-oop", followed by :0

you could really hear the windows crashing noise the second he heard you utter that line

"Y/N, could you.... could you repeat that one more time"

he's in shambles,he's crying, he even got his little "tskr" comment ready to be added to YOUR chat

he goes back to normal the moment you switch the subject, but you better believe that he starts singing your praises - in how you got better at flirting and how he's wrapped around your finger etc.

he's literally just some funny guy, c'mon

#yuwrote #theyre just funny guys #luxiem x reader #luxiem imagine #nijisanji en luxiem #luxiem drabble #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias x reader #mysta rias #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino #vox akuma x reader #vox akuma

[fayoftheforest]

Hey, by the way, when I talk about people treating Kyle's faith as a personality trait, this is the kind of shit I mean:

STOP DOING THIS. PLEASE, STOP.

I understand that memes like this are deliberately hyperbolic and intended to be humourous, and that this type of language is most likely a byproduct of the casual antisemitic jokes in the actual show, but that is no excuse. Titling Kyle as "Jew 💀" on a "tag yourself" meme is fucking awful. Suggesting that there are a set selection of personality traits that are a byproduct of, or can be summarised by, being Jewish, is deeply antisemitic. Even if this is was attempt to acknowledge common experiences based on a shared culture, the classy addition of a skull emoji does not particularly convey a respectful tone.

The subtitle "literal Jew" does not help matters - in fact, it arguably makes it worse. What on earth was going through the creator's mind when they wrote it? "Hmm, what if my followers think I'm calling them Jews in the [greedy/scheming/insert stereotype here] sense? Better clear that up for them with this handy clarification: 'I'm saying that literal Jews should all be classified in one category.' There, that's better (:"

If your gut reaction is to defend the creator who "meant it in good fun" and "probably didn't know any better," please consider how I or other Jewish people might feel when we stumble across this meme. Bare in mind, I did not Google "antisemitism in the South Park fan base to find it. This popped up whilst I was minding my own business, scrolling through Pinterest, looking for goofy screenshots from the show. Do you think it made me feel included? Do you think it made me feel understood? Do you think I felt welcome in this fandom, when I checked the 80 comments and saw that not one of them mentioned how slightly-less-than-fantastic Kyle's section is?

Now, maybe there was an ally out there who saw this and went, "Huh, that's a bit shit," and then decided to keep scrolling instead of engage. Fine, great, whatever. They get to keep scrolling, to carry on with their day and let the minor hiccup melt out of their memory. But Jewish people don't always get to do that, man. This kind of casual dehumanisation sticks. It stays in the back of our mind. It adds to the mounting feeling that we are not welcome, we are not wanted, and we do not belong. And that's not so easy to move on from.

#south park #antisemitism #sp kyle #kyle broflovski #i am going to keep sharing these instances of antisemitism as i come across them #because even though im so flipping tired of this conversation #i do see some changes happening #others are speaking up about this and calling other instances out too #which is great to see #even though this uphill battle to be able to exist in peace is exhausting it's nice to know im not alone :)

[mayhemakinguser]

Task Force 141 x F! Reader part 3

Wow, the third part to this story! Yippee! Chaotic gets off her arse to actually produce somewhat good content!

Call sign: Casanova

Reader is confirmed to be American because fudge life ok?

It's your turn to spar with Ghost! That cant be going too well... right?

<story starts now woohoo>

"Ghost, get in the ring."

You perk up. Ayo? Sparring with Ghost? You get to wrestle with that huge sexy man? Hallelujah amen, God is blessing your arse today.

Soap trudges off the mats and stands to the side with the others, now a humble spectator. Ghost removes his boots and places them neatly against the bench and ominously heads your way. Not gonna lie, you were a bit nervous. He was standing threateningly. Like that standing emoji. (Author cannot insert said emoji because her android does not support it, tf man)

You eye him and he eyes you back. He carried himself as if he were Death itself. Just look at those hands. Man could crush skulls with those things.

"Ready? Fight!"

You blink and immediately go on the defensive because the moment your captain said "fight!" Ghost was already launching himself towards you. He swings a fist and you block it with your forearm, the contact making your entire arm almost go numb.

You curse, somewhat expecting him to be as rough with you as possible (mmm, rough), but not quite. You dance away from him, your mind telling you to gather some distance from the six foot something male.

But he wouldn't let you retreat so easily. He sweeps a leg under your flitting feet and you trip and fall on your butt. Instantly, you roll away before he could pin you down. You get on your knees and bounce up, delivering a swift kick which he blocks almost easily. You don't hesitate again and swing your other leg, but the man was so tall you could only hit his shoulder.

First mistake. Ghost seizes your ankle and throws you to the side, and you release a yelp in surprise. You crash to the floor and scramble to get up. Ghost grabs your shoulder and pins you down. With animalistic instincts, you decide to bite his arm. Hard.

"Fucking hell!" He curses, releasing you and you clap the side of his head with a closed fist. It causes him to lean towards the side and you take the opportunity to slide out from underneath him.

As fast as a viper, again this damn man pins your ankle to the floor and yanks, making you fall flat on your stomach. Ghost is on you in seconds, elbow digging in between your shoulder blades and one hand digging into your scalp, yanking your head up.

"Ghost wins."

You can't help but smirk. "Why don't you pull my hair a little harder, Lieutan-"

Ghost jerks his balled hand full of hair up and you yelp again. He whispers lowly in your ear, "Watch yourself, Casanova. I could easily break your neck."

You swoon. This man is so fine.

He lets go of his hold and you lie on the floor for a moment before rolling onto your back, sitting up, and massaging your head. You didn't mind the pain. In fact you quite liked it.

"Your hand-to-hand combat is good, but could be better," Price declares, looking down at you. He gives a grin. "But you are clearly suitable for this task force. Welcome to the team, Casanova."

He offers a hand to you and you take it gratefully as he lifts you up. The other men clap you on your shoulder, congrating you for your admission in. You notice someone is missing and you look around.

The boots on the bench are gone.

----

"Jesus in heaven, I am starving!" You complain loudly, plopping on the bench with your food in hand.

"Didn't you eat before you got here?" Rudy asks, shoveling some food into his mouth.

"Nah. Was too excited to. Now I pay the price," you respond, shaking your head.

"Could tell. You're like a rambunctious child," Gaz jokes, elbowing you.

"Like you're any better!" Alejandro calls with a grin. Gaz flips him off and you can't help but guffaw.

"Anyway, where's Ghost?" You ask, biting your food. You question was aimed towards anybody.

Soap answered. "He usually doesn't eat with us, but occasionally he does."

You hum, scanning the soldiers around you. When was the last time you had lunch with your old squad? Before they...

"So..." your attention went back to your table. "Why is your call sign Casanova?" Polite talk. This you could do.

"Because of my amazing personality," you chirp with a smirk. "I'm super awesome, good in battle-"

"Narcissistic, more like," Rudy interjects. You stick your tongue out at him.

"One of my comrades were like, "S***, L/N, you are such a casanova!' and it just stuck." You smile at the memory.

"...What happened to your comrades?" Soap asks hesitantly.

You should've saw this coming. You smile wavers a moment before it fixes itself.

"It was just one hell of an accident. But I'm sure the "accident" is pretty infamous. You probably already know what happened," you say carefully, trying to not reveal anything. Just keep the smile. Keep smiling. Especially when you don't feel like it.

Soap mumbles a "sorry" and the atmosphere became tense and quiet. Suddenly, you aren't very hungry anymore.

You rise to your feet and throw your food in the trash. "I'll be right back."

"Chica, didn't you say you were hungry? You barely ate any of your food," Alejandro observes, watching your face. Strangely enough, Alejandro liked you, but not for your pretty face. He liked your personality, although it seemed like a mask.

You wave a hand. "I was exaggerating. Imma just take a stroll. See yall later."

You walk off, thoughts swirling and your body went into autopilot.

What went wrong? What could've went differently? Why are you still alive? These questions kept you up at night, but you have never found the answers since the tragedy. Since they all...

You bump into someone. You curse. "Yo, my bad-"

You gaze up and realize it's your captain. He looks down at you worriedly. "Casanova, are you alright? Why aren't you eating with the others?"

"Not hungry. Still have my energy," you respond breezily. "Just decided to explore the base."

Price watches you, the same way Alejandro was. "I see."

Silence. Awkward as hell. You shuffle on your feet.

"If you need anything..." he begins, studying your expression. "You can speak with me in my office. Or anyone of your team. You're a part of the family now."

You force a smile. "Thanks, Cap'n. I'll be sure to take you up at the offer someday." You continue your stride before a voice stops you.

You turn again and see Gaz jogging towards you. Price continues walking in the other direction, not wanting to intrude in the conversation that was about to occur.

"Hey," he says breathlessly. You nod at him in acknowledgment. "Just wanted to say Soap didn't mean-"

"-Anything by it. I know. I wasn't offended or anything, so don't worry about it," you interrupt.

He shifts some of his weight on his other foot. "Look, we all have lost people. We're not going to judge you because you're a survivor. I'm sure a lot of people blame you for... y'know." Gaz scratches his neck. "It wasn't your fault. Things happen."

You purse your lips and exhale deeply. "Thanks for the sentiment. But it has to be someone's fault, right? I could've prevented it. I should've died with them."

"Don't say that!" You blink at his outburst. "No one deserves to die, least of all you. You can't stop the world from spinning. I don't know what happened at that time, but there couldn't have been a way."

You stare at him, surprised. These were some weird people, this lot. "...Thanks. Uh. Yeah." You weren't a person that could express emotions easy.

It got awkward real quick.

"Imma just..." you point to the way out. He nods.

"Yeah. Come back whenever you're ready." Gaz turns on his heel and jogs back to his squad mates.

You smile at his back. Maybe joining Task Force 141 won't be so bad after all.

<end of story wow>

This hadn't been proofread, so I apologize for any mistakes! hope u enjoyed this part yipeee-

YOu could tell I rushed pretty hard lmao-

PART FFOUR IS IS FINALLY HERE WOW

#Task force 141 #Task force 141 x reader #rudy parra #alejandro vargas #captain price #simon ghost riley #kyle garrick #soap mactavish

[takearisk-xo]

written for #SeveralSunlitDaylights & @corneliaavenue-ao3 day 3: speak now

'But unbidden into his mind came an image of that same deserted corridor with himself kissing Ginny instead…'

******

It was a new sensation, this urge, and Harry didn’t particularly enjoy it. In fact, he found it quite debilitating at times. For weeks he’d daydreamed away his first period, missing crucial Herbology notes he had to copy from Hermione later. He’d started taking an inordinate amount of bludgers at quidditch practice. So much so that McGonagall had kept him after class once to ask if he was feeling alright. Not to mention, he seemed to have lost any and all authority over certain...extremities.

It was mortifying.

But today was by far his worst bout of brain fog. He’d walked right past the Great Hall at lunch, Ron having to call after him when he was halfway up the marble staircase. Harry had doubled back, his face heating with embarrassment, but Ron seemed to buy whatever excuse Harry had stuttered out.

She’s Ron’s sister.

He chanted the mantra inside his head for what felt like the thousandth time. The problem was, it didn’t seem to stick. An empty space of time, or a lull in the conversation and Harry’s train of thought veered right back to shining copper hair and secret passageways; his hands on her waist and his lips on hers. 

Every. Single. Time.

Harry tossed a handful of chips onto his plate and hoped someone at the Gryffindor table had something mildly interesting to talk about, but he was out of luck it seemed. After a few minutes of chatting shit, his mind started to wander. 

They were in a hidden alcove behind the tapestry of Grimma Mog on the fourth floor. The stone wall was cool against his back and Ginny’s body was warm where she pressed into him. Harry could feel the slight flare of her hips beneath his palms, could feel the hitch of her breath as he swiped her bottom lip with his tongue–

Ron’s sister! He shouted inside his own head, pulling his own traitorous thoughts to a halt. 

Focusing on Hermione across the way, he tried to digest whatever she was talking to Neville about. Something to do with toadstools. 

“This new experiment suggests medicinal properties…”

“Really?” Hermione peeked over to read the academic journal Neville had open on the table. “Raw? Or brewed?”

Ginny pressed into him harder, her fist tugging at his hair. In retaliation, Harry slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her jumper and felt smooth skin at the small of her back–

“I'm bloody starving,” the real life Ginny groaned from behind his right shoulder and Harry nearly jumped out of his skin. 

She plopped into the empty seat next to him, sending a shoot of electricity up his arm as her elbow bumped his. Harry tossed her a grin that he hoped looked normal, but was probably completely deranged, only to see Dean falling onto the bench on her other side. 

The reminder of her complete unattainability sucker punched the monster living inside his chest. 

Not only was she Ron’s sister. She had a sodding boyfriend. He kept forgetting about that particular obstacle. Probably because his brain was too obsessed with kissing her. 

God, he wanted to kiss her. 

Ginny glanced at him sidelong and Harry averted his gaze, realizing too late he’d been staring. He spent the rest of lunch forcing himself to pay attention as Hermione and Neville's conversation shifted from toadstools to the merits of Moroccan Coriander over other varieties. Meanwhile, Ginny ate and laughed and flirted, and overall tortured Harry to the point of madness. 

But his resolve held. He kept his fanciful scenarios in check for the rest of the day. 

Which turned out to be completely futile, because while he was able to hold some semblance of control in his waking hours, this just spurred his imagination to run wild while he slept.

And like a fixation he couldn’t shake, over and over they were pressed up into the wall of the alcove, twisted together in a hushed encounter unbeknownst to the crowded corridor on the other side of the tapestry. 

It made looking Ron in the eye all the more difficult, and in the mornings, Harry had never been more grateful for the curtains surrounding his four-poster bed.

#*insert skull emoji here* #hinny #severalsunlitdaylights #hinny fic #harry x ginny #harry/ginny #my fic #corneliaavenue

[theabyssinyourcloset]

The Goblin Shark

The goblin shark is a species of shark. It's also happens to be my absolute favourite.

The scientific name for this "little" creature is Mitsukurina owstoni. It's a rare species that lives in depths greater than 100 metres (330 feet for my American friends), although it can possibly dive up to 1 300 metres deep (4 270 feet) (according to some scientists). Adults usually find their habitat deeper than juveniles. They have been found in all of the major oceans, suggesting that the species lives pretty much all around the globe.

The goblin shark was first discovered around 1906 (although I'm not sure about this since my sources did not state the exact date) at the eastern coast of Japan. To this day, fewer than 50 goblin sharks have been spotted. Some dead specimens have been hauled up for research.

Studies show that the goblin shark is a pretty damn old species. It has been described as a "living fossil". It seems that it is the only surviving shark species of the Mitsukurindae family. Some fossils have been found, suggesting that other lines of species from the same family have once existed.

These sharks are usually a colour of pink. They have 26 sharp teeth in their upper jaw, and 24 in their lower. (Their jaw is unique, but I'll explain more later on in this post.) The goblin shark also has a long snout above its mouth.

Unlike most other deep-sea sharks, the goblin shark has a fully working iris. Its pupils can dilate and contract when the tiny amounts of lights are detected down in their habitat. This is most likely to help them locate prey.

This shark can grow to over 3,7 metres long (12 feet), with the estimated maximum around 7 metres (23 feet). Usually it stays between 3 and 4 metres.

The maximum weight recorded was 210 kilograms (460 pounds). I think it's pretty safe to say that these are not that small animals.

Now, what makes these creatures unique (and my favourite) is the goblin shark's jaw and hunting technique. The goblin shark hunts by thrusting its jaw forward with a velocity of 3,14 metres per second (I don't know how to tell the speed in any other way, sorry), the fastest recorded for any shark species (also faster than most cobra strikes). The jaw can extend to a length of up to 7,6 centimetres (3 inches) with an angle up to 111 degrees (for comparison, the average human can open their jaw to about 50 degrees). Pretty impressive, right?

In conclusion: The goblin shark is a deep-sea shark species that hunts by thrusting its jaw forward. We don't know much about them, since only a little under 50 specimens have been spotted within the 118 years after the first discovery at the coast of Japan.

Below I have provided pictures and a couple of gifs of these creatures. I own none of the pictures, and I made sure none of them are copyrighted.

(Please view pictures with your own risk, this creature isn't that nice-looking)

The goblin shark.

Goblin shark eating a fish.

Goblin shark trying to bite a human's arm.

Goblin shark head from below.

Goblin shark face from up close. Eye can be seen clearly.

This post was just a random idea that popped up in my head during the car ride to visit my grandpa. I decided to actually write it (despite having way better things to do). I think I might write about other sharks too. I kinda wanna write about the mako shark, the great white shark and the hammerhead shark as well. At least about them. Possibly about the megalodon. Feel free to ask any questions or request a post for any specific species of shark :)

I also want to share awareness about how misunderstood sharks are. I'll write a separate, short post about it sometime. Not here because this post would get way too long. I'll talk about the movies "Jaws" and "The Meg", because it's important to understand how these have affected our view on sharks.

Edit: guess who forgot to cite their sources *insert a skull emoji*

So then, SOURCES:

Goblin shark - Wikipedia (not the most reliable source, but I don't care)

Goblin Shark: Key Facts, Lifespan, Habitat and Information - Discovery UK

Goblin Shark - The Australian Museum

The goblin shark's slingshot jaws are the fastest of any shark species | How it works | Earth Touch News

All read on 21st January 2024 by me, The Abyss In Your Closet.

#goblin shark #sharks #shark #hell yeah sharks #save the sharks #sharks are misunderstood and it breaks my heart #just a random post #nature #marine life #marine biology

[pinkished]

ok i have to ask (if you can pick, that is) what’s your favorite my chemical romance song(s)? and also, any favorite album/era? (feel free to just gush about mcr if you’d like lol, i’m all ears!)

aaaaah eli, hello and thank you so much for the ask beeb!!! <3 my inner emo teen is practically screaming with joy haha also i'm s o sorry, i couldn't pick just one *insert skull emoji here* favorite mcr songs: - the foundations of decay - make room!!! - ambulance - na na na - sing - planetary (GO!) - party poison - S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W - DESTROYA - the kids from yesterday - dead! - welcome to the black parade - house of wolves - sleep - disenchanted - helena - the ghost of you fave album for sure is danger days but the pure nostalgia and aesthetic goes to black parade for era <3 I haven't listed to them in a hot minute but we're changing that rn!! ^_^ always feel free to drop in my inbox beeb, and if you're feeling up to it i'd be hyped to know all of your faves too!! so so much love to you, this was hella fun and i'm gonna have a good time bringing their stuff back into my listening <3

#bb i am SO SORRY it took so long to answer your ask!!! #i was doing it on my phone but the ask????? KEPT RANDOMLY DISAPPEARING #i'd be in the middle of typing and p o o f #gone #you can tell that i typed this on my laptop for sure lmaooo #this was super sweet of you!!! #i didn't expect it #and i always love to talk abt music #absolutely pop in any time!!! #a few song suggestions for you that you might like: #burning down the house by paramore #so much (for) stardust by fob #uto by dead poet society #and!!!! #time is running out by muse #no pressure to listen #just for fun!!! #also i'm so sorry i feel like w/o emojis i sound kinda?? toneless and rude??? #pls pls pls rest assured that i thoroughly enjoyed this haha #and pop in any time!!! #much love to you dear #long post #jessie talks

[bandom-simmer]

Literally what I picture every time I read your username <3

*insert skull emoji here*

ok fr tho ngl this is funny af XD

#asks #andy wentz my fave mutual <3 #bandom #music #fall out boy #fob #panic at the disco #panic! at the disco #patd #p!atd #mcr #my chemical romance #paramore #weezer #green day