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Girls will say "this is my beautiful wife" and their beautiful wife is just a weird looking man

#AND?!?! #talking with friends #Mo mumbles #and I love all of them so

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Is anyone else having trouble with the links not working in posts??? I’m on the app and anytime I wanna click on a link it just doesn’t work!!!!

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Broke: having König instead of Gaz in the 141

Woke: König and Gaz are both there and become besties

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Hey! So for all of you (like me) who are upset with the @wearewatcher decision to move all their content behind a payway and COULD technically pay for their streaming service but are choosing not to because like, why would we? Please consider taking that 6 dollars and donating to one of these organizations that are supporting Palestinian refugees (or any others you wish to add in the reblogs!)

I’ve just donated 6 to the Palestinian children’s relief fund! I hope those who are willing and able will take whatever you might have been able to spend on watcher’s dumb streaming service and donate to Palestine instead if you are able. ☺️

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Don’t look at me

I wanna write Dad Miguel but my thesis....is consuming me.

But imagine him waking the kids up extra early while you're still knocked out. They're in the kitchen making a mess. Miguel has to keep reminding them not to make too much noise.

Finally, they're staring at the breakfast they made for you. There's a flower in a vase and a mug that says 'the worlds best mama' on it. The pancakes are covered in fruit and there's a messy bowl of cereal on the side.

They all huddle in the bedroom, the kids jumping on the bed to wake you up.

You're shocked, confused as to what the special occasion is.

"It's just because," Miguel will say giving you a long kiss on the lips.

The kids will be giggling and making "ewwww" noises in the background. You both will pull away laughing at them. Just for that, Miguel will kiss you obnoxiously all over your face a few more times then turn and huddle the kids for kisses.

You'll just watch with fond eyes as you take in your happy little family.

#miguel ohara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

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Soap is the kind of guy to DEMAND a silk bonnet. Does he need one? That’s not the question to ask. It’s which one you’re getting him and you’re putting it on him ever night.

Gaz I know for a fact has several durags of multiple patterns and colors. And he wants to put his on while you put yours on. Like a joint ritual.

Price will not want a bonnet but he does like the satin pillow cases. He thinks it’s making his beard better. More sensual.

Ghost refuses the satin pillow cases entirely and gets cotton pillow cases to make a point.

#cod fanfic #cod imagine #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap call of duty #john price x fem!reader #john price x y/n #john price fanfiction #captain price #captain john price #john price #cod simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost x reader

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Failed the bar exam again. Not feeling great

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The way that this series has me in a CHOKEHOLD!!!!!!!!

1) the unfolding story is just stellar. I love the writing and the dialogue and the descriptions. ESPECIALLY of the reader and Miguel’s inner monologue what a DORK

2) this is just fun to read!!! Sometimes I forget that reading is just supposed to be fun. It doesn’t need to be on a deeper mental level that I need to breakdown and stuff. This is just a pure joy to read and it makes me cheese so hard and blush don’t forget blush

3) as a thicker chica myself….. I swoon and I am twirling my hair and kicking my feet because let’s be real

4) Miguel is hot sexy hot sexy hot sexy

5) just reading this makes me feel like the first time I read fanfic. It is just so incredible and I get so excited reading it.

Thank you so much for writing this for us my angel. Could I please be tagged for whenever you update? Thank you so so much babe, BESITOS

GymRat!Miguel Part 4

content warning: mentions of sexual coercion (may be triggering to some so I marked the area where I talk about this subject with 🎧, the story will still make sense if you have to skip it), the word assault is used once in regards to Miguel’s situation at the party, fluff to make up for the last part, Miguel’s biological father is Tyler Stone here but he IS NOT comic book Miguel physically by ANY MEANS 😭, the progression might be a little fast?? I hope not though I want them to kith 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽, a little suggestive at one part but nothing serious

word count: 2.4k (at this point y'all...you must know that I like telling stories because wtf), kinda proofread

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GymRat!Miguel who set his alarm for 8 am the next morning. It rings long enough for his roommate to get up and shove him in his side.

“Shit. Sorry,” Miguel groans. His head is splitting and he feels like he’s been run over.

“Coming in at ass o’clock in the morning and letting your alarm ring past 12 rings? What happened to my roomie?” Peter muses, scratching is stomach. His own eyes are tired as he blinks at Miguel’s body slumped against the bed.

“A party that I should’ve never gone to,” Miguel says, bringing the ends of his palms to his eyes and breathing deep. “Nothing went how I wanted it to.”

“It looks to me that you got everything you wanted,” Peter yawned, going to grab a water from the mini fridge. He handed it to Miguel who thanked him and emptied the whole thing in one go.

“I left a girl that I really liked alone there,” Miguel replies, voice broken. “Was stuck in a room with a bunch of girls I didn’t even know. I was gone way too long and she left.”

“Shit, O’Hara,” Peter said, eyebrows raised. “Did they do anything to you?”

“No. After they realized I wasn’t trying to do anything, they just tried to bring the party upstairs. I didn’t get back downstairs until two hours later.”

“Did you reach out to your girl, at least?”

Miguel reached for his phone, “She texted me when she left and I texted back later.”

He looked at his phone, going to your messages. “And still no reply.”

“Can you blame her?” Peter asked, getting back in his own bed. “If I left my girlfriend anywhere while we’re out, she would literally have my head on a wall.”

Miguel wanted to cry. How could he fuck up something so badly?

He sighed as he brought his knees up, resting his arms on his knees. He put his head on his arms, trying to think.

“What should I do? I really like her,” he asks, voice watery.

“Not to be that guy, but there’s no time like the present,” Peter says. “Tell her the truth. Explain things to her. If you’re feeling that awful, do something for her.”

Miguel sniffles and groans out, deciding to get up.

“You’re right,” he says. “No time like the present.”

GymRat!Miguel who grabs a light breakfast and gets straight to work. He thanks the universe that his mom packed a bunch of aimless art supplies in one of his bins. He gets to crafting, putting his heart into everything. He’s freshening up, spraying on cologne, bringing out the slacks that make his ass look great, tightening his belt, fixing his hair. He tightens up so well that even Peter whistles when he walks out of the bathroom. He grabs his craft and goes off campus to a store, buying a few snacks, a circus animal cookie plush, and a gatorade in case you happened to be a little hungover too. He even goes the extra mile and finds a cute apology card. If anything, he hope you could get a laugh out if it.

GymRat!Miguel who makes his way to your dorm building, some guy letting him in after he saw him lingering around the door like a kicked puppy. He thanks him profusely and runs up the stairs to your door. He stands outside in the hallway for a minute and catches his breath, trying to still his beating heart. He gives a light knock, hoping you were there.

The door opens, revealing another girl who looks Miguel up and down with a scowl. Her hand is on her hip and her bonnet moves with her head as she stares Miguel down.

Miguel stutters, asking if you were there.

“Maybe, depending on what you’re about to say next,” she says.

“Look, can you tell her that I’m deeply sorry. I should have never left her alone last night. She didn’t deserve that. I apologize for even accepting the invitation to go. I should have known better. Nothing was worth me staying upstairs that long. Can I just- please, let me just talk to her,” Miguel pleads, desperate.

Your roommate just goes “hmph” under her breath and closes the door in his face.

Miguel’s arms drop and he gapes at the door like a fish. He’s willing to stand here until you have to come out, but isn’t sure what to do.

Just when he considers knocking again, the door swings open again and you’re standing there in a giant t-shirt and pajama pants with pokeman balls printed on them. A giant blanket is wrapped around your body.

You look at him, eyes cautious, “Jess said you were groveling. I’ll give you 5 minutes of my precious time. Something you clearly know how to waste.”

You sounded hurt and Miguel felt like dying.

He takes a deep breath calls out your name.

“I am so sorry for leaving you the other night. It was extremely fucked up, especially when I made sure that you could come. Anything could have happened to you and it was careless of me to not see that. I promise you my mom raised me better,” he says, looking down at your face.

You just crossed your arms and scrunched your mouth up. Even now, Miguel was still infatuated with you.

“I’m glad that you understand how fucked up that was. I was worried about you. I waited. For hours. I didn’t know anyone there and it was nerve wracking,” you say, words coming out like ice.

“I know and I apologize. Truly. Please just,” Miguel hands you his gifts. A gift bag full of the goodies he bought and an origami flower bouquet with a few lilies of the valley sprinkled throughout. A flower for renewal. A flower that he hopes speaks to you. “Please accept this and my honest apology.”

You look down at the flowers, taken aback. “Did you make these?” you ask, a little awed.

Miguel rubs one of his wrists, completely nervous, “Yes, I did. The lilies are real, though.”

“Well, obviously, Miguel,” you laugh softly at him. You start to go through the bag, heart warming at his initial gift.

“If you’ll accept my apology, I really would like to try taking you out. Again,” he says, shifting his weight to another leg.

“Wasn’t aware that last night was a date but slow down, tiger. I didn’t say I would forgive you yet.”

“Right!”

You took out the cookie plushie, cursing in your head about how cute it was. He really did know you. You kept going, heart melting the further in the bag you got. You finally got to the card, taking it out of the envelope.

You laugh at the cute seal, “You were an ‘ice hole.’”

Miguel heart sings at your laugh, happy that you were finding joy in this somehow.

You start to read the card, eyes wandering the page. His heart is hammering. Not only did he write his heart out, he dropped his confession of love like for you at the end. Whether or not you accepted it would make or break the rest of Miguel’s week.

Your eyes slowly drifted and you started to blink faster.

“Our time together has been short, but I think of you day and night. I dream about you. Your eyes, your smile, your laugh, your touch. It sounds sudden and cheesy but none of these parts of you escape my mind. I’m not sure what it felt like for you, but as soon as I was lucky enough to be graced with you in my lab group, I was stuck. To me, you lit up the room. I want to continue to explore that light, if you are willing to have me. May you please forgive me and consider going out with me?”

“If this feels like too much, I completely understand and I’ll-”

“Shut up,” you say, eyes teary. “Do you really mean this, Miguel?”

He stares at you, itching to reach out and hug you, “Every word.”

You wipe at your cheeks, a little overwhelmed. “Come here, you big goof.”

Miguel practically teleports the short distance, wrapping his arms around you. You sniffle in his chest, warmed up in his arms.

“I forgive you,” you say, words muffled into his shirt. “Just don’t ever do that shit again.”

He brings his hand to his head in a salute, “I won’t. Scout’s honor.”

“Of course you were a Boy Scout,” you say, giggling as you look up at him. He smelled really good and looked delectable. If you were weaker, you would have answered the door instead of Jess and filled the hallway with obscenities.

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“Tell me though,” you say, trying to ground yourself. “What does one do when he leaves me for two hours?”

Miguel felt a groan in his chest, “Those girls were trying to do some weird harem thing. I was stuck in a room telling them no, trying to drink my way out of there. They kept trying to add more people to the mix, thinking I would go along with it. I didn’t want a case on my hands so it took me a while to get out of there without force.”

You went rigid in his arms, “Oh my god, Miguel!That’s assault.”

“Nothing crazy happened. I made sure that none of them got handsy.”

You bring your hand to his face, “That’s great, but there was still alcohol involved, which makes that coercion. Did you tell anyone about this?”

“Just my roommate, Peter. He sounded a little worried, but we were more focused on getting me to this point with you.”

You remove yourself from his arms and step back into your dorm.

“Stay right here. The council needs to discuss and Jess is on the Student Association,” you say, leaving a crack in the door.

GymRat!Miguel who is sat on the floor of your dorm room and explained the implications of what he went through. Jess ensures him that she’ll get somebody on the case despite Miguel saying that he was ok. You both ensure him that nothing will happen on his end and that this should stop those girls from doing this to anyone else in the future. Miguel is on board with that and you give him one more tight hug.

“Although you didn’t have to, I wish you would have told me. I would have came barging through those doors,” you say, a frown on your face.

“Really, it’s fine. I feel a little silly going along with the whole ordeal anyway.”

“None of that is your fault though, Miguel. You didn’t know what they were going to do or what they were trying to do,” you say, voice firm.

Miguel was enamored by your passion, “Thank you for saying that. If it helps, my father is Tyler Stone.”

Jess turns her body completely to you both on the floor, mouth dropping in shock, “Oh yeah, that entire organization is getting shut down.”

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GymRat!Miguel who walks you out of your dorm, hand in hand with you. You two agreed on a nice coffee date. Something light after so much turmoil. You looked adorable, running around the room frantic and getting all dolled up just for him. He’s happy that he was able to work things out.

GymRat!Miguel who sits across from you, rubbing your hand with his thumb as you both sip your drinks. He begs for bites of your chocolate cake and you roll your eyes and feed it to him, a little shy at the PDA.

GymRat!Miguel who explains his family tree to you. You're still shocked at the Tyler Stone name drop. You're empathetic to his situation, agreeing with how tough it was to find out someone you knew for so long wasn't your actual father. He assures you that he's settled with the feelings for now, just happy to still have a connection with both of his dads and his mom. Plus, the money Tyler sends him was not anything to be sad over.

GymRat!Miguel who learns of your dating history. You've had a boyfriend and few meaningless dates. As you describe how he treated you, it makes sense that you were ready to completely block Miguel out of your life. Who stands up their prom date that they did a promposal for?

GymRat!Miguel who takes you shopping at the bookstore. Letting you get just about anything. Some romance books? Grab it. A plushie? Of course. A Beyoncé vinyl? No need to even ask. He was happy following you around the store as you squealed over certain things. Your eyes twinkled as you explained a series about a deaf girl falling in love and her boyfriend learning sign language to communicate with her. Miguel responds accordingly, humming at whatever you say.

GymRat!Miguel who feels crazy watching you eat a strawberry ring pop that he got from candy machine. You placed it on your left ring finger and he watched as your lips kept puckering around the crown of the candy diamond, taking it to the hilt and pushing it back out. Your tongue would come out occasionally as you slid the candy down it.

"Is it good?" he asks, mind in the gutter.

"Mm hm," you say, a smile on your face, ring pop popping from your mouth.

Lord help Miguel.

GymRat!Miguel who opens his car door for you. He also reaches across and buckles your seatbelt for you, body close to yours.

GymRat!Miguel who walks you to your dorm room, hand still in yours. You both linger there for a moment, taking in each other's space. You peer up at Miguel with those Bambi eyes again.

"I had a really great time with you Miguel," you say, holding your new bag to your chest. "I'm glad you came here this morning."

"I'm glad too," Miguel says looking at you, hearts in his eyes.

You bite your lip, rocking on your feet before you decide to do something.

You reach up on your tip toes and kiss Miguel on his cheek.

He stares at you, shocked. He stares at you a little longer, then begins to lean down. You get excited, hoping that he'll do what you were scared to do.

Jess swings the door open, "Aht aht! Come on inside, girl."

Miguel stands straight, face in flames.

"Good night, Miguel," you say, cheeks feeling hot.

"Good night," Miguel watches as Jess smirks at him before she closes the door.

GymRat!Miguel who floats all the way back to his dorm. Peter grins and tussles with him in excitement after taking in Miguel's appearance. He texts Gabriel while he gets ready for bed:

"When have I ever lost?"

"I kicked your ass in Mario Party last week but go off Ig"

"🖕🏽"

"🫰🏽"

Miguel went to sleep once more, having thoughts of you.

dividers by: @yeribbon 🩵

a/n: I’m almost certain that this is the LAST time something this serious happens in this series. It will be pretty fluffy for a while...I think 🫣

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#talking with friends #reblog #miguel ohara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara

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Omg V!! Thank you for the tag my love.! I love these things lol. I have no clue what these pics say about me butttttttt who knows lmao

Tag List: @jassiefayee @planet-marz1 @heythere-mel @solomons-finest-rum @potter-solomons @cillmequick + anyone else!!

Tag game

Thanks so much for the tag, Flor!! @justrainandcoffee 🖤

rules: “search "your name + core" on pinterest, post the first six photos, and tag more people!”

No pressure tags: @businesscalamity @muneca-lemon-steppa @leenieweenie12 @butterfly-lies-chase-them-away @loulouwrites @r0ckstardr3amgal @alicent-targaryen @potter-solomons @there-goes-thefighter @dreamlandcreations + anyone who'd like to ♥️

#talking with friends #tag games

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Y/N: I love murder mysteries Ghost, trying to impress them: I've been a suspect in four murder cases

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #ghost #ghost cod #incorrect call of duty quotes #simon ghost riley #I still love him

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I need John Price to wipe my tears away anyone have a good fic?

#talking with friends #john price x f!reader #john price x y/n #john price fanfiction #cod fanfic

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Captain Price post retirement, at the dinner table while we color with our daughter.

Found this picture on Pinterest and holy shit. The smile, the SWEATER. I need him so fucking bad.

#captain price #john price #captain john price #cod imagine #john price x fem!reader

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I WAS 3/4 DONE WITH A FIC AND IT GOT DELETED OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

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Wrote a poem yesterday and got so sad so I listened to The Cranberries and then had a breakdown anyway here’s the poem

I do not ask for your blind devotion

For a bent knee at an altar of dirty mugs and scribbled essays

But rather just enough understanding and passion, something to match and temper the waves of emotion

Love me enough

That our bed can be the place where our armor need not be

That my sword and your axe may be left at the door

That it’s past the scars and the fire in my eyes that you see

Love me enough

That my difficulties are not barbed wire, but rather the gate of Eden

That my trembling hands and voice are recognized as my exposition and not as a threat

That I may find safety in your den

Love me enough

That you let me hold your hand

That I can see behind your shield and caress the scars that paint your body

That even when you can’t, beside you, you let me stand

Love me enough

That our whispers become incantations that shape our future

Love me enough

That you tell me when I’m wrong, and will walk with me when we disagree

Love me enough

That you let me keep my mind

That you still walk beside me and let me walk beside you

I do not ask for you blind devotion

Devoid of the floods and of the light that nurtures

I ask for a devotion that comes because of weathered storms and pure love

I ask for the stillness and the rocks inevitable in our futures

I ask for the kind of love that is given from above

The one that sees all… and still says “Yes… you are still enough.”

#poetry #love #talking with friends

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This actually made me choked up. This is the kind of love we all hope for and are so afraid to give.

A Gift for Simon

Warnings: No Thoughts – Only Fluff, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

Imagine you go up to Simon and you present him with an Altoid tin wallet. “I remember you saying your wallet broke the other day, so I thought maybe you could use this one until you got a new one :-).”

And you pass him a tiny little tin that, initially, leaves Simon both curious and confused. When he opens it, however, his breath catches in his throat, his heart stutters.

It’s perfectly furnished inside, tailored to his exact tastes based on morsels of information you’ve either discovered by accident or Simon has told you. You’ve made a little velvet pocket in the lid, the material Simon’s favourite colour, “So you can put your emergency money in there. I always put my coins in mine in case I need to get the bus home or buy some milk,” you tell him.

The idea of you doing something so domestic and, in some vein, humble, only endears you more to Simon. He should be taking you places; you shouldn’t be using your own money when you have him.

He says none of this, of course.

The other half is decorated with a quote cut out from his favourite book, stuck behind a fresh tube of chapstick and an elasticated hoop for him to put his house key in.

He wonders if you know his lips are chapped, whether you’ve looked at them as often as he finds himself watching yours whenever you accost him, privilege him with your time.

Regardless of how close the two of you are, whether you’re just acquainted neighbours or the closest of lovers, all Simon wants to do is wrap his arms around you and hold you as tight as you’ll allow. He wants to keep you all to himself, keep your kindness all for him, selfish in his endeavour to hide it from everyone else.

He knows it will be his undoing — this act of generosity you have bestowed unto him. But he can’t bring himself to fault it, even down to the idea that perhaps you expect something back from him. He’ll gladly give you anything you want if only you ask.

But you didn’t. You just smiled, bade him goodbye, and left to go about your day.

Not that you’d notice, but Simon held off on getting a new wallet for some time after that. Whenever you asked him, he’d tell you it slipped his mind, that the wallet you gave him is doing a good job anyway. Why put all the time you spent on it to waste, he thinks. And one day, he hopes he can say it, tell you to your face how his heart flurries, stutters whenever his fingers brush over that tiny tin wallet, whenever he holds it, Thumbelina in his behemoth hands. He feels your fingers there, painstaking piecing together a dream into this physical form, gossamer in its beauty, perishable in its disposition. Warm, warmth like he’s never known, and care. It’s visceral, palpable, and Simon holds it in his hand and never lets go. Not so long as he has breath in his body.

Reblog for more content like this! It helps creators like myself tremendously and it is greatly appreciated :-)

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When someone’s blog caters to multiple fandoms: What a delight! What a treat!! Oh I love this writer so much I hope they know how much I love them.

Me thinking about writing for multiple fandoms: People will get so annoyed, I can’t do this. Where do I get off doing such a thing. Stupid stupid stupid

#anyone else? #talking with friends

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He does something to me

Alfie Solomons | Peaky Blinders #4.5

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