#to be linked

[gazs-blue-hat]

Loving Something So Broken

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Gn!Scarred!Reader (can be read as platonic or intimate)

Word Count: 1,017

AN: inspired by conversations had with @plumteaa-remus

TW-Scars, SH mention, self loathing, body dysmorphia

Summary: Simon is friends with a heavily scarred reader. She is confident in her scars and he wants to know how.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO ANYBODY HERE OR ON ANOTHER SITE TO REPOST, COPY, TRANSLATE OR FEED MY WORK TO AN A.I OF ANY KIND.

GIF by naturecopy

Simon stood at the sink basin feeling disgusted. The mission they had just completed left him with a nasty gash on his temple, one that needed to be stitched. Since he refused to see the medics about it, he was left stitching the wound himself.

Now Simon was no stranger to stitching himself up. He’d done it hundreds of times. But even if he had done it thousands of times, it would never prepare himself for the face he saw in the mirror.

Dark brown eyes that looked oh so tired gazed back at him. He couldn’t stand his face, he absolutely hated it.

The man staring back at Simon Riley was a monster and he knew it. The face of a killer and a man so broken that even he didn’t know who he was.

That wasn’t completely true though.

Simon knew the man that was looking back at him. The same brown eyes were the ones that haunted his past. The same eyes that took him to dirty concerts and made him laugh at death. The same eyes that forced him into the mold he had broken.

Simon looked in the mirror and saw the face of his father.

Simon felt rage well up in his soul as he lifted his hand and punched the mirror to pieces. He didn’t care that his hand was now bleeding. He didn’t care that someone probably heard the mirror shattering. All he wanted was to destroy the face he saw in the mirror.

He didn't hear the door open to his room, and he didn't hear the door of the bathroom opening. He didn't know when he had started crying, but he was well aware of the arms that held him softly and pulled him away from the sink.

“Hey…Simon…hey..” a voice in his ear, a soft one that he knew so well. The voice that told him jokes while waiting for exfil. The voice that hummed lullabies to themselves before they fell asleep. It was you.

“I’ve gotchu. Breathe Simon…” they cooed. Simon clutched at them and buried his face in their chest. He could see the scars that littered their arms and legs. They never hid them, never even tried.

You led Simon to his bed and allowed him to collapse into you. You gently helped him to the floor and hummed sweet words to him. He curled into you, his entire form being sheltered by you.

You knew what it was like to hate the face in the mirror. You understood how it felt to have marks on your body that you despised. But unlike Simon, you had grown to love them. Even the scars from your blades years ago that never seemed to fade completely.

You didn’t tell him to stop crying, or to relax. You knew those words wouldn’t be helpful. He just needed to get it out of his system. Simon was always strong for others, but he rarely was strong for himself.

You gently started to rock back and forth, holding his head with one hand and his hand with another. He squeezed your hand as if it was the only thing tethering himself to this world. The only thing that was keeping him from sinking into the depths of his misery.

Simon soon stopped sobbing, Re placing it with hiccups and sharp inhales.

“I know. I understand.” You whispered. He kept his head pressed against your chest, listening to your beating heart.

“I hate it. I hate them.” He choked out. You nodded, tracing a series of lines on his bicep.

“We all do at first.” You replied, your words kind and honest.

“You don’t hate them. You always…show ‘em off.” He mumbles. You exhale sharply through your nose, a laugh.

“I didn’t always do that. I used to cover them up in all the time. The amount of times I almost got heat stroke from wearing long sleeves and pants in the middle of summer is frankly embarrassing." You say softly. Simon knew you wouldn't lie to him, and he knew that you really meant the words you said. "What made you stop hiding them? What made you stop hating yourself?" He asked. He was sitting up now, but still sitting between your legs. He needed that comfort right now and you were more than willing to give it to him.

"I never stopped Simon. I still hate what I see. I still regret those scars that I caused myself. But I always have to think that they are reminders." You whisper as you start running your fingers through his hair. You were still rocking him back and forth while he held onto you tightly. You could tell he was coming down from his panic. "They're reminders that I'm alive. That I was able to pull myself up and live even though everything around me was trying to kill me." You gently pull him away and direct his head to your forearm. "That's from when I fell on a mission and a rock sliced my arm." You point to another one on your hand. "This is from when I told my friend I could do a front handspring and I missed my mark, breaking the bone." You point to one that goes along your wrist, horizontal. "This is one from Highschool when I was at my lowest point." You then gently place your fingers under his chin and direct his eyes to yours. You press your forehead against his and wipe some of the lingering tears away. "Your scars prove to the world that it couldn't kill you. That you were able to live and to heal from the injury. Sure it might have left a mark on you, but that only shows that you're still going. That you're refusing to let things knock you down." You say. Simon closes his eyes and breathes deeply. He knew he could believe you, you were somehow always right. "You're here Simon. You're here and I'm so proud of you."

And for once in his life, Simon felt proud of himself too.

#simon riley x reader #call of duty #angst and feels #to be linked

[daddymothxxx]

[.ooc.] Plot Explanation

Vox (@voxtekoverlord) discovered a way of inter-dimensional travel and began a campaign to become relevant in a whole other realty's Hell that is presided over by another Lucifer (@burningfeathersx).

Things got very complicated for Vox.

Valentino inevitably took note of the traveling and became curious. He made use of the technology himself and started to travel back and forth as well. This had a few benefits such as access to their Earth-side with use of asmodian crystals Vox got ahold of. Giving access to things like Earth-side food and shops.

Though Valentino has little interest in actual expansion out of Hazbin-Hell, he does enjoy the ability to cause mischief, earn a little side money, and have a bit of 'fun'.

The travel has had some unusual and unintended side-effects--or, at least, Valentino is blaming the travel for changes.

Given Valentino's traumatic history, he had a strong inclination for total dissociation. Though intermittent for most of his life/unlife, an event in the late eighties that resulted in his destroyed antenna drove him out of his own mind and body entirely. When that happened he disappeared shortly after the event and never...came back. Leading into his more despicable behaviors and personas.

Normally, he only came around on himself for sparse few minutes after post-coitus.

Now it is all of the time.

He's 'awake' and 'present'. Feeling emotions he only was aware of in a distant and detached way that effected him and his decisions in absolutely no way. Content to continue being a monster to keep himself 'safe and in control' of his existence.

Since the return of himself to himself, he has been acting tense, paranoid, and unusual. This has caught the attention of various people in his life and caused a number of contradictory actions and behaviors.

Recently, he had quite the break up and break down with Vox that has led to some stability of mind.

Valentino remains unfamiliar with his own expressed and properly felt emotions. And the reconciliation of what he now feels and what he had done remains volatile.

Make no mistake, he is still a cruel, selfish, greedy, bad man...

But, more and more, his fists find objects instead of people.

And when he looks at certain people, his chest aches.

Sometimes he cares.

#ooc #to be linked

[komakesthings]

I've slowly been chipping away at drawing scenes from that imaginary Muppet retelling of the Princess Bride, figured it was about time to share what I've drawn on Tumblr!

#Muppet Princess Bride #princess bride #jim henson #kermit the frog #miss piggy #as you wish #the princess bride #cary elwes #robin the frog #sweetums #pepe the king prawn #sam the eagle #uncle deadly #link hogthrob #the muppets

[lautakwah]

EDIT: CHECK MY LATEST ADDITION BEFORE YOU START SHIT IN THE NOTES, THANKS.

warning for discord users

If you're on the app, immediately go to your dms and then "add friends". After the latest update they allow your contacts to find you and have that option turned on by default, so make sure it's unchecked!

This is very obviously not great for a multitude of reasons, but especially for people in vulnerable positions who do not want people in their contacts to see who they are on discord and/or know they have discord in the first place. I've also tried finding out if this is a thing on desktop but haven't been able to find any mention of it, so either it's not a "feature" (yet) or they've hidden it. Either way, stay safe, and turn off finding friends via contacts!

[ID: three screenshots from the discord app with circles around the buttons to press to get to this "feature". 1: the messages/DM button, 2: the "add friends button", 3: in the add friends page, the "allow contacts to add me" checkbox. /END ID]

#ling.txt #discord #fascinated by people seeing the edited post and then not even bothering to click on the bolded underlined capslocked link #in huge letters at the start of the post #tumblr is full of idiots god bless <3

[assiraphales]

I don’t think we’re rick rolling each other enough anymore. 1. it CANNOT die out 2. this under saturated market is perfect for unsuspecting victims who’ve been lulled into a false sense of security. be the person you hate. bring back the dastardly link

#imagine this — you’re getting news from superhell cas and silent dean. There’s a link attached #u click. it’s a rick roll. Immediate damage points

[heart-locket-musicboxless]

There are three kinds of LGBT headcanons:

Actual queer coding / metaphors ("Nimona is trans because her creator made her as a way to express his feelings as a trans person")

Vibes ("Link is genderless because I said so")

It's funny ("Phoenix Wright is asexual because he's the Ace Attorney")

#Bonus one : 'they have the flag colors on their outfit' #fandom #nimona #the legend of Zelda #zelda #tloz #botw #link #botw link #ace attorney #Phoenix Wright #queer #lgbt #lgbt headcanons

[starfilledsky2810]

A thread of Palestinian businesses to support!

Link to Sunbula

Link to Soap

Link to Hanmade Palestine

Link to Palbox

Link to Shop

Link to Paliroots

Link to Taita Leila LTD

Link to West Bank Apparel

Link to Kufiya

Link to Nōl Collective

Link to MEERA ADNAN

Link to Fyrouzi

Link to Tatreez on Tea

Link to Hilweh Market

Link to Darzah

#save palestine #save gaza #palestine #gaza #procrastinated uploading those links for an hour BUT IT'S DONE

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

y'ever get haunted by the fear you will never write anything as beautiful as the US Steel Pipe Works Slag Dump Youtube Comment cuz hoo boy i sure do:

shoutout to you, youtube user mrc109, wherever you may be today

#poetry #man idk #the link to the youtube video is hyperlinked

[crazyw3irdo]

made a uquiz

#will reblog with a link cause tumblr doesn’t like when original posts have links lol #uquiz #romeo and juliet

[midnights-dragon]

flip the rock to see what’s under it!

🌾🌷🌾🌷🌾🪨🌾🌷🌾🌷🌾

(make sure you put it back after, don’t want to disturb the wildlife.)

#no jumpscare #safe link #not off site

[w1770w]

GUMROAD IS BANNING NSFW CONTENT IN THE NEXT 24 HOURS

I haven't seen anyone talk about this yet, so I might as well.

They've updated their content policy to comply with payment processor Stripe and Paypal's censorhip. They gave 24 hours. On March 16th 2024, Gumroad TOS will no longer allows sales of any written or drawn nsfw content.

This is going to hurt for so many creators. Giving that little time leaves people's source of income wildly unstable, especially with such a huge overhaul of what content is allowed.

I hate this. I hate what censorship is turning the internet into. I hate that nsfw content creators keeo getting pushed to the fringes, that they need to digitally migrate so often, because nowhere can be trusted to allow their art for long.

I don't know what to do next, there isn't some sort of "here's what you can do to help!" People just deserve to know.

#gumroad #comics #webcomics #writing #current events #link #text #my words #personal #words #tech

[gazs-blue-hat]

Sunflowers and Shotguns

This is a series of onehshots inspired by the lovely AUs written by @ghouljams

All of the boys from 141 will have their own love interests with their own little nicknames!

This first one is about our resident Scot Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Enjoy!

TW: Guns, Livestock, Leg prosthetics, Mild cursing (LMK if I missed any)

Summary: After Chicago, the team needed to lay low. Laswell had just the place

FMC is a Rancher living in the US (Tennessee exactly). Called "Lamb"

After the whole situation in Chicago, the group decided to lay low for a bit. Unfortunately for them, launching a missile in downtown Chicago tends to draw a lot of attention. After meeting at the bar with Laswell, the group turned to her to find them a place to stay until things blew over and for their enemies to come crawling out of the woodwork. As they all sat at the bar looking at the photo of Makarov, a heavy weight sat on their shoulders,

"We need a place to lay low for a while. Just until everything cools off after this whole mess." Price grumbled. Beside him, Laswell nodded and took a deep breath.

"I can make some calls and ask around. I think it would be best to keep you in the States for a while. I have a friend down in Tennessee who might be accommodating, but she can be…feisty." Laswell said while pulling out her phone and typing in a phone number.

She held her phone up to her ear but whoever was on the opposite line didn't pick up. Laswell left a short message stating what had happened and what was needed.

"And your friend will just…let us stay with them?" Gaz said after she hung up. Kate sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"She's a kind person but a little abrasive at first. So long as you help her out around her property, she'll take a shine to you." Kate said with a tired smile on her face. Seeing that there was no other option for them, the team agreed.

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Laswell met the boys at the airport in Tennessee driving an old beat-up SUV.

"Get in quickly. It's a long drive to our destination." She said while leaning out the window. 141 hopped in the van and proceeded to watch the city fade into greenery as they left the metropolitan area.

"Your friend, she's a farmer right?" Price said while looking up from his book. Lazwell nodded and took a drag of her cigarette. She seemed nervous, more so than usual.

"She mostly raises livestock. She lives in a very small town with only 500 people." Lazwell explained. Behind her, Soap snickered.

"I wouldn't call a place with 500 people a 'Town' Lazwell." He said with a snicker. She glared at him from the rearview.

"Don't tell her that. She'd shoot you for saying so." She said with a frown on her face. Soap furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at Ghost.

"Don't think she liked that joke, Johnny." Ghost said, nudging the Scot in a rare display of friendship.

The rest of the car ride was silent as they drove deep into the hills of Tennessee and it was only broken when Laswell turned down a long dirt road that jerked the car with bumps and potholes.

"Steamin' Jesus Lazwell! You're worse than Ghost!" Johnny said while reaching up to grab the 'Oh Shit' handle on the ceiling of the car. Gaz snickered but did the same thing.

The forested path gave way to a large open field surrounded by a white wooden fence. Laswell slowed the car down to go over the cattleguard and the men in the back looked about at the property they would be staying on.

The fields weren't huge and they led into forest all around it. It was rather secluded and would be the perfect place for team 141 to lay low. Little groups of sheep dotted the landscape as they grazed.

They passed by a group of chickens who scattered at the sound of the car. Two large dairy cows munched on the grass beside the road and only blinked at the large SUV passing by them.

"Alright boys. Remember, as long as you help out around the place, she'll let you stay. No fussing about her rules and habits and for the love of God, don't stare at her leg." She said while pulling up to the front of the small farmhouse at the back of the property.

A secondary small white fence separated the small garden and house from the main space of the farm. Gaz looked up from his Nintendo DS and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Her leg?" he asked. Lazwell looked at him from the rearview.

"Yes. She's got a prosthetic and she isn't fond of talking about how she lost it." She explained. Gaz nodded, his curiosity satisfied. Soap couldn't help but wonder how a farmer worked with just one leg. It sounded incredibly uncomfortable to have to walk around on a metal leg all day. All of the people he knew with prosthetics often mentioned how difficult it was after a long day.

Everybody got out of the car and began reaching for their bags, only to hear the telltale sound of a shotgun being cocked.

"Gimme one good reason why you're standin' on my land." A feminine voice with a slight growl said from behind them.

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You had just finished feeding the goats when you heard the sound of a car rolling over the cattle grate at the front of your farm. There was only one way into the farm by vehicle and your truck was tucked safely in her garage.

Making your way back to the main house, you swung inside and grabbed the shotgun that sat by the door. Peeking out the window by the front door, you could see four large men and one woman getting out of the rusted car. You couldn't quite see the woman's face but the man wearing a mask with a skull on it was enough reason for concern.

You silently swung the door open and watched as they began to unload large bags with various military patches on them. Exiting your home, you cocked your shotgun and leveled it at the tallest one's back.

"Gimme one good reason why you're standin' on my land," you growled. The woman turned around and you almost dropped your gun in surprise.

"Well, I'll be damned. Kate Laswell in the flesh. What on Earth happened that caused you to come crawling out here of all places." You said while lowering the shotgun and balancing it on your hip. Kate smiled and looked at the men around her.

"Boys, this is (Y/N) (L/N) your hostess. (Y/N), These are the members of Task Force 141 and they will be staying here for a while." Kate said while gesturing to the group. Price stepped forward and extended his hand out for you to shake.

"John Price Ma'am. Thank you for your hospitality." He said while shaking your hand. You nodded and smiled at him kindly.

"Glad to be of service. Sorry for the starting hostility, never can be too careful out here." You say while looking over the other members of the team. There was one with a darker complexion and a baseball cap on his head. Price introduced him as Kyle.

"Ah, you can just call me Gaz miss." He said while shaking your hand. Price gestured over at the tallest one who scowled at you from under his mask. He didn't make you exactly uncomfortable but he gave you cause to be wary. He was introduced as "Ghost" and nothing else.

The last member of the team smiled at you and you couldn't help but feel a slight tremor in your breath. He was…cute, you decided. His hair was cut in a mohawk and he offered you a brilliant smile.

"John Mactavish Ma'am. Call me Johnny or Soap." He said while shaking your hand. You nodded and looked back at Kate.

"I assume these are the gentlemen you were mentioning on the phone?" You asked her. She nodded and made her way up the stairs to give you a hug. You and Kate had known one another for a while now, and you always tried to help her out whenever she needed it.

"Nice to see you, Kate. Your wife well?" You ask while opening the front door and gesturing for everybody to come in.

The house was simple enough. Two guest rooms with bathrooms and a large kitchen connected to a living room. There was only one floor of the house with a connected storm cellar outside. It was homey enough with soft furniture and various trinkets strewn about.

"Alright men. There are two guest rooms down that hallway. I wish I had a bit more space for you guys but…"

You were cut off by Price as he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Don't worry miss (Y/N). We're used to sharing spaces." He reassured. You scoffed and waved your hand in a dismissive gesture.

"Please, call me 'Lamb' Everybody else does around here," you explain with a kind smile on your face.

As you and Laswell caught up with one another, the team went to the described rooms. Ghost claimed one of the rooms and his team gave him space. Simon preferred to be alone when given the choice and his team respected that. Price took the other bedroom and while he offered to share, Johnny and Gaz were both more than happy to share the seating in the living room. Soap took the recliner and Gaz took the couch.

Kate soon left the group to their own devices, swearing that she would be back once things were in the clear. You gathered everybody up in the main room to lay down a few ground rules.

"You four will be welcome to stay for as long as you need, but only if you help out around the farm. I've got some goats, chickens, sheep, and cows that need to be taken care of and obviously, it takes me a while to do it all." You say as you gesture to your prosthetic. The men nodded, listening intently.

"Breakfast is at 0600 sharp, lunch is at noon and Dinner is at 1800. if you have any dietary restrictions, please write them down on the whiteboard next to the fridge. There are extra blankets in the linen closet and anything in the pantry or fridge is fair game so long as you clean up after yourself." You say while looking at the four men before you. They looked tired and you couldn't help but feel sorry for their situation.

"I've got pretty much any streaming service on the TV so go crazy with that. Just don't keep the volume too loud. You're my guests first and foremost so I'll do my best to keep you all comfortable. I hope you enjoy your time here." You finish up and head to the kitchen to start on dinner.

"One other thing, you can go anywhere on the property so long as you stay away from two places. One, the office, please don't go in there unless you ask me first and under no circumstances are you to go into the western barn." You say in a stern voice. Your statements are responded to with various "Yes Ma'am's " and "Aye"s.

You could already tell this would be an interesting few weeks

#soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #to be linked

[borrelia]

if you donate one single us dollar to the unrwa, you will have donated more money than you would have by clicking that stupid arab.orb link every day for four and a half years. yes, they do actually donate money to the unrwa, but even with tens of thousands of clicks, most of that money is the baseline $90 they send every quarter. from 2023 quarter 4, half a million clicks turned into $380.57. maths out to six hundreths of one cent per click. just donate to unrwa.

#myaa #everyones pushing so hard for the clicks and like #its nice you think you can make a difference by clicking #but you should understand how minimal the impact of that site is #i can understand if you literally cannot donate #but its frustrating to see ppl reposting the click link so many times without the link to ACTUALLY donate...

[soranatus]

Link By Hikari Toriumi, a story artist at Walt Disney Animation Studios

#hikari toriumi #loz #The Legend of Zelda #Legend of Zelda #totk #Tears of the Kingdom #botw #Beath of the Wild #Link #Link LOZ #art #fan art

[kosmogrl]

#linked

[itsaspectrumcomic]

A 2pm appointment can take all day when you're autistic

#actually autistic #planning #autism comic #neurodivergent #autism #autobio comics #funny #its a spectrum #edited to include links