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sleepystawbie · 1 year
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Soap gets into melting shit now he's not allowed to blow shit up. Gets a furnace and melts all the Diet Coke cans Ghost accumulates into metal bricks. It’s better than legos. Builds a little fort out of aluminium ingots.
Then that’s just not enough anymore. He needs more.
He starts nicking things from inside the house to break up and melt down. Ghost swore they had a toaster yesterday…
Ghost: JOHNNY! WHERES THE FUCKING TOASTER?!
Cut to Soap, in his little barn at the bottom of the garden, giggling while melting what was formerly their toaster into molten metal and casting a solid metal willy for the fun if it. He's going to send it to Price with insufficient postage so he has to go pay the difference and be extra annoyed. Maybe he’ll even open it up right there in the post office for everyone in the queue to see.
He might not have access to military grade explosives anymore but he’s not gonna let that stop him from giving Price more grey hairs.
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theloonatic · 11 months
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THE FIRST STRAWBERRY IN MY GARDEN HAS STARTED TO RIPEN OMG
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communistkenobi · 11 months
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strawbin out
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punkgardener · 11 months
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WERE HOME BIG GARDEN UPDATE
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The strawberrys are strawbin' off (that's the biggest one in a while)
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The pumpkin is doing good but has taken to beginning his declaration of war on the tomato and herb portion of the garden, the strawberries are holding the line, And LOOK! there's a female flower on there! (I'll probably make a post distinguishing the two flower sexes at some point)
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The calendula seeds I planted in the garden before I left are doing good, I can now definitively say that they're calendula and not a weed (I may make a blog post talking about calendulas uses)
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Salvia and lantana are doing great!
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And here's my new Yarrow, already starting to bloom, I've forgotten the name of the variety but from the tag it looked like it'll be my favorite color, red!
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Alas the peas are not doing well and I'm not entirely sure why, I think it may be something to do with the heat because if I remember correctly they don't like heat
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And here we see a new development which has sprung up, in what I thought was a dead garden box we have thyme! I already have another variety of thyme but hey, I say more the merrier!
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My bumblebee tomato is outshining everyone currently having produced two tomatoes, my delicious tomato's which are growing in the pot have made flowers but nothing has pollinated them, I think I'm going to have to go in with an electric toothbrush if this continues
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And finally the American black cherry in my yard is producing A once in 5 years super crop, also referred to as a "good crop" (I like super because this thing is crazy) they aren't ripe yet, they turn solid black when they are and I'm worried they'll be at peak ripeness by the time I go on my big trip, which would suck because my friends were planning on coming over and helping me harvest them and make food. Here's to hoping though!
I have reached the limit of pictures I'm allowed to put on this post, just know that the nasturtiums are doing great (I'll make a separate post on them in the near future)
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unseeliej · 2 years
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Strawbin'.
Strawbin’.
Okay! Hear me out. We… went strawberry picking. If you’ve been following this blog, I know what you’re probably going to say. “J. You already accidentally bought 47 strawberry starts. You were concerned about what you’d do with up to 140 pounds of basically-almost-free strawberries. Why did you go pay to pick strawberries somewhere else?” You’re right. This was part of a meetup with one of my…
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mystarsinthesky · 6 years
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The only thing I thought about for 4 hours today
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skzretro · 3 years
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. . . strawbin emo !! <3 🍓
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sleepystawbie · 9 months
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Ghost is the 141 Hydration Homie. He’s lived through severe dehydration and no way is he letting his team go down like that.
“HYDRATE OR DIE!” He bellows, throwing bottled water full force at their heads.
“Open yer gob.” He demands, checking Soap’s tongue to gauge his hydration level.
If he’s not happy he will literally hold Johnny’s head back, wedge his mouth open with his thumb, then pour bottled water into his mouth and force him to drink. He thinks the flush over MacTavish’s cheeks is caused by the heat, no clue that him going full Daddy Mode is doing things to the poor bloke.
He also doesn’t realise that he only takes a hands on approach with Johnny. He’ll stand over Gaz meaningfully until he cracks open a bottle and drinks a respectable amount, he’ll toss a bottle at Price’s head and knock that fucking hat right off it but even he doesn’t get the rough handling his favourite sergeant does, he’ll scream at any borrowed Marines to “Drink up, then gear up; let’s get EVIL!”
Hydration Homie Ghost WILL know if you’ve not had your full 3 litres.
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sleepystawbie · 3 months
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It’s all “Ghost can’t drive” which is true, but it’s never why Ghost can’t drive.
Well, here’s my take:
Baby boy joined up at 16, learned how to drive by sneaking out at night and messing around in an armoured jeep the MTO left unlocked. Got his licence though the MOD test and the instructor was pretty impressed with his performance so they sent him to get certified to drive the heavy shit.
With his first proper pay check he then bought a two wheeled beast too big for him to handle and fell off it until he was the boss of it. With his first big deployment check he bought a 1988 Triumph Bonneville and exclusively rides that around when on home turf.
Because of this my lad will crash a ford focus soon as he puts a foot on the pedal but give him a SLR and you won’t feel a single bump on a dirt road. It’s why when they retire, Simon and John buy him a massive Chelsea Tractor for him to swing around their back roads.
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sleepystawbie · 1 year
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Soap never shakes the ketchup bottle so when he pours it out he ends up with all the ketchup precum on his plate. Ghost is HORRIFIED.
Can’t believe he’s been fucked by that man. This morning.
Twice.
Never again (they fuck before lunch)
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sleepystawbie · 1 year
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Accurate Ghoap Flirting:
Soap, singing: AND I WOULD KILL 500 MEN AND I WOULD KILL 500 MORE! JUST TO BE THE MAN WHO KILLED ONE THOUSAND MEN TO FUCK YOUR ARSEHOLE RAW!
Ghost, singing: Da Da Da Da! DA DA DA DA!
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sleepystawbie · 6 months
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Chiropractor Ghost who sees a particular patient whenever they are home from deployment with the latest injury/strain/dislocation. They build up a great rapport and Ghost even nicknames him Johnny despite his usual cold and professional nature.
After a pretty bad back injury Johnny is on his table regularly while he’s on extended medical leave. Their banter dips further and further into the deep pool of flirtation and what was once a schoolboy crush is becoming terminal attraction. Simon finds himself looking forward to their sessions and feeling lighter afterwards. The spring he sees on the man’s step after the careful adjustment mirrored in his own.
After a particularly brutal back crack Johnny jokes “Buy a lad a drink first, aye Doc?”
Once again, despite himself Ghost hears his own voice say “I’ll be at the pub over the road at 6:30, meet me there and I’ll get you that drink, reckon you deserve it after all that.” He tries to play it off as a joke but the sincerity is hard to deny, he expects the worst but is surprised by the bright smile he gets in response.
“I’ll hold you to that, Doc.” Johnny says with a cheeky wink.
6:28 Simon is fidgeting at his usual booth in the dark and quiet corner of the pub when a familiar devastating body walks in and looks around disappointedly. Simon waves to get his attention and Johnny lights up at the sight of him.
He gets him that drink. Then dinner. Then a scotch.
Then he takes him home and blows his back out in a much more pleasant manner for the both of them than when he has Johnny on his exam table.
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sleepystawbie · 5 months
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Amen 🙏
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sleepystawbie · 1 year
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I wish everyone celebrating the Coronation a very Go Fuck Yourself
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sleepystawbie · 1 year
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Retired Soap gives up wearing trousers around the house. Fuck trousers, he’s spent a life stuck in the damn things! It’s his tartan dressing gown, long wool socks and his fluffy slippers and NOTHING else now.
Ahh, this is the life, freeballin’ on a Sunday afternoon, couldn’t get any better.
Best part about this is the mischief he can get up to, because now he can walk around the house pretending to expose himself to the various potted plants scattered around.
“Whaddaya think of this!!” He says, as he dramatically opens the dressing gown, giggling like a schoolgirl.
“For fucks sake, Johnny!” Ghost yells from the kitchen, “Stop showing your balls to the spider plant! It’ll start growing wonky!”
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sleepystawbie · 8 months
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You’re Alive
Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley/John “Soap” MacTavish
Rating: Explicit
Tags: 09 Ghoap, Ghost lives, trans Simon “Ghost” Riley*, life affirming sex, semi-public sex, smutty drabble, plotless, just for kicks, written fast and put away wet
Something I wrote while possessed by a horny demon over on discord to my beloved @echo-arctrooper, cleaned up and posted here for shits and giggles. Hope you like it 💛♥️💛
*words to describe Ghost’s junk: hole, tender spot, inside/s
They got the warning just in time ‘Don’t trust Shepherd’ - he and Roach were out of there like a shot. Picked their way back to the remnants of TF141, found his captain the love of his afterlife alive but swearing up a storm.
Dragged the bigger man by the bitch strap off into a corner and slammed their faces together hard enough to crack a tooth.
“You’re alive.” Soap whines between kisses.
“Fuck me!” Ghost demands, clawing at his scorched equipment.
Soap hauls Ghost up by the hips, feels a beautiful weight settle around his own, and resolves to maul his boy until the last of the fear is gone.
“You’re alive.” Soap pulls Ghost’s trousers down, struggles because there’s no way he’s letting the man go to do it.
“You’re alive.” Soap wrestles his cock out his jeans, pumps himself once, rips at Ghost’s underwear.
“You’re alive.” Soap shoves himself deep inside Ghost’s body, feels his warmth clench hard around him, works his hips so he’s fucking hard and deep.
“Alive.” Ghost gasps, whines high in Soap’s ear, “I’m alive. You’re alive.”
Neither of them are interested in taking their time, it’s a rush to cum, Soap works a hand between their bodies and rubs at Ghost’s tender spot until he cries out and clenches hard enough to bully Soap’s cum right out his balls and into Ghost’s hole.
“We’re alive.” John pants, kisses Simon’s neck, breathes the comforting smell of gunpowder and sweat on his lovers hot skin.
They would need to get back out there, to come up with some kind of plan, go rain down vengeance and righteous fury until it was over. For now, John groaned into a sweat and breath slickened neck, worked to keep his flagging cock tucked up inside to feel the last jolts of Simon’s orgasm, and finally breathed deeply once again.
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