#let's fuckin' gooooooo!!!

[my-aamay-blog-blog]

JIM IS COMING BACK

#let's fuckin gooooooo #jim carrey #sonic the hedgehog #sonic movie 3 #stobotnik #dr eggman #dr robotnik

[bruwudershaft]

some things can't be fixed by just some "sorry" some things can't be fixed with being sorry some things can't just be fixed

#my art #art #rusty lake #rusty lake roots #albert vanderboom #let's fuckin gooooooo #my old fixation is back #and i'm going to make it everyone's problem #can't draw as much as i'd want to #buuuuuuut #that won't stop me lol

[ghouljams]

GHOUL I LOVE YOU omg you've been feeding me so well I don't deserve you. I've been obsessed with your demon au (frothing at the mouth, salivating, gripping into my bedsheets as I read all of it) and I had an idea. I was reading a fic, which I'll link down below don't worry, about ghost dying in combat and coming back to you in actual ghost form. How do you feel about the idea of ghost going to hell but they turn him into your demon? He promises he'll never leave you, goes on a mission and just...never returns. But Ghost is not only your lover, but he's a legend in hell and why would hell waste a good soldier? They send him back up to you........

You become the new war machine, your boots digging into still hot flesh as you march over the bodies that Ghost has torn down. You see him across the way, watching as he slaughters anything and everything that stands in his path. Ghost isn't fighting for the task force anymore, he's fighting for you. And heaven will burn before anything happens to what's his.

Sorry if this is kind of a rant but I have this horrible craving for angst and violence.

https://www.tumblr.com/ceilidho/727096787831341056/prompt-you-keep-seeing-apparitions-of-a-dead?source=share

OK ON GOD I AM IN LOVE WITH THAT FIC holy shit

Alright another real quick demon au for the Ghosty boy, not exactly what you said but... I think you'll like it

There are things that are meant to be seen, and then there are demons. Human eyes were never meant to look upon such wonders, such living machines, all perfectly curated musculature and instinct. You're lucky if you never catch a glimpse of one. Such beauty could drive a person mad. To see what humanity would never touch but always strive for would be a curse. One that would haunt and eat away at you until there was no choice but to give in to it, and hopefully become one of them.

You press your hands to your mouth, leaned forward with your elbows on your knees, unsteady from the way you bounce your leg. Nothing more they could do. That's what doctors always said on TV, you didn't think you'd actually hear it in real life.

"We just have to wait and see," They tell you, and you nod. You all nod, because you understand what those words mean. The 141 is always prepared for tragedy, never more so than in the long hours you spend waiting for Ghost to wake up. He's crammed so full of tubes and wires, the nurses rotating different syringes of medicine through his IVs, you hardly recognize him.

You take shifts. One of you in the room with him at all times, cramped in the uncomfortable hospital chair. All of you figuring he'll want a friendly face when he wakes up, and drawing up a schedule. Damn military training. Still, it's good. It means when you relieve Soap of his watch you know he's going to grab some sleep, the same way you know Gaz will be by when your shift ends in the wee hours of the morning.

You must doze off even with a nap under your belt, because when you wake up it's freezing in Ghost's hospital room. You check your watch, 03:00. The witching hour. Nothing good ever happens at three AM. You sigh and get up to ask the nursing station for a blanket, if you're cold you're sure Ghost is too. If he can even feel cold like this.

Something deeply wrong and horribly familiar grabs your hand.

You tense and turn. Ghost stares at you, his fingers tight around yours, your stomach drops and you rush to slam your hand on the call button. He's awake. He's awake and it's chaos. You spend the next few hours talking to doctors, watching nurses pull tubes out of Ghost's throat and perform tests on every patch of skin that isn't bandaged. You stand outside his room and talk to Price over the phone, make sure the rest of the team knows Ghost's back from the dead and passing everything with flying colors.

You don't mention what you don't want to say out loud, what you can't even put a name to. Something in his eyes, they're darker than they used to be. Not the color but the depth of them. Something in his voice is richer, something about the way he moves feels... more. The room is freezing and no one can get the temperature up.

You think someone will notice. When the rest of the 141 shows up to visiting hours you think one of them will see what you do. You hope. They don't. If they do, none of them mention it. The only difference is in the way Ghost keeps reaching for you, keeps taking your hand, pulling you to sit on the edge of his bed whenever you're close. Your relationship wasn't a secret, but he's never been one for PDA. Now you can hardly come within arms length without him touching you. Soap teases you for it, and Price is happy enough just having Ghost back not to mention it.

Gaz asks if you're alright when you excuse yourself from the room. The two of you speaking quietly by the vending machine. You pour out your fears to him and ask if he's noticed anything, anything, different about Ghost.

"Just that he seems glad to be back," Gaz tells you, a reassuring hand on your shoulder. It's the way he says "back" that gives you pause. Back. Back from where? Were you the only one that had been holding out hope he wasn't dead? Had the rest of your team been sitting in the hospital room with what they thought was a corpse? You don't push it further, too afraid what Gaz will say next. They're glad he's alive and that's all you have to hold onto.

It's almost like nothing happened when he's discharged --sooner than anyone expected, sooner than a normal man should've been after what happened-- and you almost start to believe nothing did happen. You can ignore the scar on your shoulder, the only evidence that Ghost ever spared you his fate. You can ignore the way he slides his hand against the curve of your back when he never used to. You can ignore the fact that, that's all he'll do, just touch you. Like he's reassuring himself you're there. He hasn't come to your room, he hasn't pulled you into his lap, he hasn't kissed you or called you anything but your name, and you're the only one who seems to notice.

You're the only one that raises an objection when Ghost is cleared for duty. The only one with no real reason to object. The way he stares you down afterwards... he knows that you know something you shouldn't.

It's not until you're actually in the field with him that you realize what it is, where he must have come back from. It's the way he pushes his mask up, hunched and panting over a pile of corpses. The way he wipes his bloodied hand against his lips. The dark black smoke that he forces from his lungs with each exhale. The inky veins of his hands, his arms. The sulfur smell that sticks in your nose. Fire and brimstone. He looks at you like a wild animal, any thoughts behind his eyes unfathomable and inhuman.

He's perfect, you think. A perfect machine, made just for this. Your Simon, wrong in all the right ways.

"You're not supposed to see this," He rolls his shoulders back, tips his head towards you as he licks the blood off his lips. You raise your gun, keep it trained on him. He takes a step towards you, and you shoulder your rifle, stand a little more purposefully.

"Don't move," You warn him.

"Put the gun down," Ghost warns you in turn. He takes another step towards you, you slip your foot back, preparing to run. His eyes dart over your shoulder. "Price tell them."

You turn to look and feel your heart drop as Ghost grabs your gun. No one's there. Why would they be?

Ghost rips your gun from your hands and spins you, twisting your arm behind your back. You struggle, stomp on his insole, he twists your other arm behind your back to hold you like a wild dog. Barking and biting at nothing. When you finally do sag against his hold, it feels the same as always. You expected the dread of a death sentence to seize you, but it's like sparring.

"I missed you," He murmurs, pulling you against his chest. Ghost's head drops, his covered nose against your neck, breathing you in. The ridges of his mask are uncomfortably inflexible.

"You left me," You bite back, all the misplaced anger pushing itself to the surface. How could he take that hit for you? Didn't he know how much it would hurt you? What happened to always coming home? What happened to never leaving you alone? He died. He fucking died, and he came back wrong and no one will believe you.

"I know," He presses his lips to your shoulder, to your still aching scar, "I'm sorry."

"You left," You can't think of anything else to say, can't think of any other words to break on your tongue. You emotions are running wild. Tears prick at your eyes, anger, frustration, grief you never let yourself touch. It all hurts more than you can put into words.

"Never again," Ghost tells you, he's so warm and solid behind you, he still holds you like you might make a run for it, "I'm all yours now, yeah? Never leaving you again," He kisses your jaw, you can smell the blood on him, "I'll claw my way out of as many graves as I have to, deal?"

You nod, feel something heavy settle in your chest, feel Ghost shiver behind you. That's what you're afraid of, you think, that he'll keep coming back. Different each time.

"Not different," Ghost hums in your ear, "Better."

#cod x reader #simon ghost riley #x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #demon!Ghost #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #spooky boy ghost #let's make a fuckin' deal baby let's gooooooo #I miss writing horror I should write more horror

[cinamun]

Third and final | Next

*Bonus: Help choose Jackson's sister's name! <-

#ts4 #indya #black simblr #looks like another generation of baby nurses! #the Rivera children are doing well and apparently have children! #at least Elsie does #anyway! #we have birth plans and birth suites! #LET'S FUCKIN GOOOOOOO #ts4 story #sims 4 story #simblr #ch22

[squircatlies]

WORM MENTION!!!

#tmagp ep 10 #tmagp spoilers #tmagp #the magnus archives #the magnus protocol #tma #tmagp shitpost #jane prentiss #let's fuckin gooooooo

[ilovejavierpena]

#narcos #pedro pascal #javier peña #let's fuckin gooooooo

[poisonousquinzel]

"And the...doing crime part? Did it make you feel...bad?"

"It didn't. I feel good. Like I did the right thing, even if others don't agree...and I did it for my own cause. That executive was a rich pig."

Harley Quinn (2021 - ) #38

Writer: Tini Howard

Artist: Natacha Bustos

Colorist: Nick Filardi

Letterer: Steve Wands

#I FUCKIN WONNNNN LETS GOOOOOOO #i just love her so much yall #shes my everything #my love my beloved #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #poison ivy #pamela isley #harlivy #dc comics

[broodygaming]

moons haunted

moons haunted

moons haunted

MOONS HAUNTED

MOONS HAUNTED

MOONS HAUNTED

#MOONS HAUNTEEEDDDD always has been #mixin memes like im a teen lol #cr spoilers #critical role #yall im so fuckin STOKED LETS GOOOOOOO

[waters-and-the-wilde]

EPPYSODE

#i have attended to so many of my duties #it is a SNOW DAY #i am in the NAP HOLE #let's fuckin gooooooo

[picamoonk]

a quick drawing because I'm excited for the new trailer for this series

#the amazing digital circus #finally a trailer #let's fuckin gooooooo #pomni #tadc #I don't usually post quick draws here

[eliassimp]

👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️

#let's fuckin gooooooo #tma #the magnus archives #the magnus protocol #tmp

[ybcpatrick]

RHEA SPENDING HER MAMI MONEY TO GET MOTIONLESS IN WHITE THEMSELVES TO PLAY HER TO THE RING IS FUCKIN NUTSSSSSS SHE'S SO REAL

#shut up kell #wm40 #LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOO

[bentrollio]

GUESS WHO JUST GOT A JOB FUCKERS!!!!!

#ADOPTION COORDINATOR AT THE HUMANE SOCIETY LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOO #my posts

[millennialgrandma]

Finally got my grubby little racoon hands on a copy of RW&RB. I'm about to become 10 times more insufferable (and the best part of this plan is no one can stop me).

#let's fuckin gooooooo #red white & royal blue

[spheronite]

Wake up babe season 2 pics just droped

#let's fuckin gooooooo #ofmd season 2 #ofmd #our lesbians are back😭

[justmenoworries]

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

MY GIRL IS IN RISE OF THE BEASTS!!

SHE HAS RISEN!!!

FUCK YOU, MICHAEL BAY!!!

#transformers rise of the beasts #tf arcee #let's fuckin gooooooo #she's gonna kick so much ass I am READY