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#soap for kids
flagshipclubsblog · 10 months
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What are the ways Crafty Girls can ignite your child's imagination while indulging your skin?
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tb-png · 8 months
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girl dads SOB - 👻🧼
ghoap with their adopted daughter !!!!! they are meant to have a girl alright!!!!!!!
Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) simon is an instigator when it comes to teaching their kid bad habits and soap actually knows to raise their kid properly (cause he has younger sisters lol)
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ceilidho · 3 months
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not enough people exploring the obvious medic!reader x soap meetcute at the hospital after soap stuck his dick into something that he should not have
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wispscribbles · 28 days
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do you think like. when ghost and soap were kids they competed in like some kind of sport? I’m trying to think of sports they have in Europe.
yeah idk jus a little thought I had. Johnny seems like the kind of child to play rugby. what other sports are there in Europe?
I keep thinking abt American football. I would play rugby if I could (I can’t)
I think Soap canonically played football (soccer) ! I love that for him. As for Ghost, I doubt his parents would pay for any lessons or hobbies. Does getting into fights count as a sport? I do have a headcanon that he was interested in ballet, but never told a living soul
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cod-dump · 11 days
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Price: -three leveled buildings, all outside of the demolition zone! What do you have to say for yourself??
Soap: Uh… I made a oopsie daisy?
Price: *takes a deep breath before he turns to Ghost*
Price: Do you have anything to add, Lieutenant?
Ghost: … whoops?
Price:
Gaz: … I’ll like to remind you I had nothing to do with this-
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natelia-aldelliz · 1 year
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Ghost after meeting Soap.
Price : Have you slept?
Ghost : Depends what day it is
Price : Go to bed.
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gomzdrawfr · 6 days
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[angst, panic attacks, implied MCD]
disclaimer: methods of overcoming panic attacks are based on my own experience and not from licensed professional medical people
Do it for him
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Soap x reader but it’s childhood best friends to lovers since kindergarten
Hot tears ran down your face and blurred your vision.
You gripped the hem of your shirt tightly and stood at the very edge of the school playground by yourself. Occasionally you’d hiccup as a sob tried to escape your throat while you watched the group of little girls, the girls who were in the same class as you, play with the stuffed bunny that used to be yours.
Your mother had told you not to bring it to your new school. You were so attached to the thing that she warned you if you brought it with you, you might lose it but you refused. You had to have it, you told her, it was the only thing that would help you get through the first day.
But now your precious bunny was being held captive by the girls you thought were going to be your friends.
They tricked you into giving it to them and now refused to give it back. You couldn’t find the teacher, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to say anything and get labeled a “tattle-tell” as one of the girls had put it. It would just isolate you more than you already were…but you really wanted your stuffed animal back.
You cried harder at the thought of never getting it back that you didn’t see John, who also happened to be in your class, chase a bouncy ball up to you.
He hesitated to pick up the ball as he watched you cry with confusion. He looked around, possibly for a teacher, but there were none around. He forgot about the ball and walked up to you, giving a short tug on your sleeve.
“Why are you crying?” He frowned and you sniffled.
“They took my bunny…” You hiccupped and he followed your finger as you pointed to the group of girls.
His frown deepened as he looked between you and the group of girls. His face suddenly turned angry, a determined look in his eyes as he grabbed your hand and marched towards the girls with you in tow.
When the two of you came up to the group they gave you both indifferent looks. One girl had your bunny in her arms and she didn't pay any attention to you until John yanked it out of her hold.
“Ye dinnae take things that aren’t yours, ya daft cow!”
Your eyes went wide and the girl began to wail loudly.
You looked from her to John, who handed you back your bunny with a proud toothy grin on his face. You happily accepted your bunny back despite your shock and before you could thank him for getting it back to you, all of you were interrupted by the very angry voice of the teacher.
“Mr. MacTavish!” She scolded and you hugged your stuffed animal closer. “I can’t believe what I’m seeing.”
It was hard to remember what happened after that. All you knew was that you and John were inseparable since then.
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pizzaqueen · 4 months
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A snippet from a future fic I'll probably never write, where Steve is a widower with two teenage kids, and he and Eddie randomly meet up, rekindling their old flame. This is when they've been together a while:
“Thank you,” Steve says, coming up behind Eddie at the bathroom sink.
Eddie pauses, catching Steve's eye in the mirror. “What for?” he asks, mouth foamy with toothpaste.
Steve slips his hands along Eddie's hips, hooks his chin over Eddie's shoulder. “For loving my kids.”
“You don't—” Toothpaste dribbles down Eddie's chin and he stoops to spit what's left in his mouth into the sink, gathering his hair to one side. He rinses his mouth out, wipes his face with a towel, then turns to Steve. “You don't have to thank me for that. Of course I love them.”
“Not everyone I've dated has.”
“They're idiots.” Eddie grabs the hem of Steve's shirt, pulling him close. “I mean, first of all, they're part of you, and I don't think I could love you and not love them. But...” He trails off, a small smile tilting his lips. “They're amazing kids.”
Pride swells in Steve's chest; he slides his arms around Eddie's waist and says, “They are.”
“And I'm pretty damn honored I get to be part of their lives,” Eddie says, “so thank you,” and he butts his head gently against Steve's.
Steve huffs and slides his hands up Eddie's back, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I love you.” He presses a kiss to Eddie's neck.
“I love you too.”
“And they both love you as well.”
Eddie lets out a shuddering breath. Steve knows how nervous Eddie was, when they started dating, that he wouldn't be welcomed, but it's almost like he's always been part of their family now. “Good to know,"”Eddie says.
Steve holds Eddie a little tighter. All those years ago, back in Hawkins, when they ended things, Steve thought he'd never see Eddie again. But here they are, together—a family—and Steve's never letting him go this time.
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ghouljams · 3 months
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I need to see more of the darlings being verbally and unabashedly down bad. Like their just doing something totally mundane and the darling blurts out "I want you do fuck me until the sheets are unsalvageable." And he turns to look at them like "Oh word?" N e way the ovulation brainrot is so real
....how about some cowboy Soap and Moon, I'm in a mood for them.
"Wish you'd just flip my skirt up and fuck me sometimes," you grumble, frowning at the coffee selection in you cabinet. There's a clatter of commotion behind you as Soap scrambles out of his chair. You glance over your shoulder at him, puzzled at what all the noise is about and catch Soap kicking his chair away. He looks at you with wild eyes and you only have enough time to shut the cabinet and turn toward him before Soap is lifting you onto the counter and crashing his mouth into yours.
He's desperate and dirty, licking into your mouth as his hands push up your skirt. "Course you do, dirty little nun," Soap's quick to get his fingers into your panties, rubbing over your slit with a firm hand, "just a cock hungry whore under that habit, arent ya?" You arch your hips desperately into the friction, grip his biceps tight and try to keep your breathing normal as you whine. You squirm and he smacks your clothed pussy. "Words hen, good nuns use their words."
"Not a whore," You argue. Soap chuckles, tips his head to mouth at your neck, sucking just hard enough you worry it'll bruise. The pressure against your sensitive skin makes you sigh, makes Soap grab one of your hands to press against the front of his jeans. You squeeze the hard outline of his cock and he lets out a breath.
"Ya beg like one," his fingers press into your cunt, warm and wet friction that makes you bite your lip, "yer wet like one," the slide of his thick fingers, the rub of his thumb against your clit, you can't help stroking his clothed cock, your own fingers itching to open his fly, "and ya suck cock like one, so if ya ask me ta fuck ya like one, ah will."
"Johnny," You breathe, canting your hips with the in-out of his fingers, you clench around them when they curl to hit that soft spot near your entrance. Soap doesn't respond except to hum, prompt you to continue whatever thought is falling through your hands like water. "If you don't fuck me-" You think the threat loses some of its power with the way you whine, but Soap hardly seems to notice, his spare hand quick to unbuckle his belt and open his fly.
"Fuckin' love it when you threaten me hen," He mumbles, pulling his cock free, "like I don't have you all figured out."
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smutstationchoochoo · 5 months
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amayalul · 6 months
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the cod mw2 voice actors hit DIFFERENT irl
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from pinterest
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tanked-up · 2 months
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Now… who tf the captain here?
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wispscribbles · 7 months
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Inspirered by art I saw from @sparky-draws and also this fic, I decided to do some ghoap warrior cats designs of my own 🐱
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4me2knowandyou2wonder · 8 months
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I want a fic where ghost casually traumatizes people by telling them his past. Maybe it’s out of character but I want it nonetheless.
Someone: “Why do you wear the mask?”
Ghost: “It starts at age six—“
*four hours later*
Someone: *quiet sobs of horror*
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little-bumblebeeee · 2 months
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how I think steve figured out The Hair:
Just did what his mom would do when he was like 10
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Found his mom's hairspray and magazines, did some thievery of both
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Okay we're doing better not as shwoopy
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Literally too baby girl for his own good, ran his fingers through it more and grew it out some
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Possibly got it trimmed, still doing a routine but not as much as he used to, his hair is definitely softer than pre s3 from not using as much product but he def keeps a bunch on hand for bad hair days (his mom still doesn't know where the farrah fawcett spray went, she doesn't care either because she simply has not been home). Definitely keeps it this way because he knows if his parents were home then they'd make it go back to s1 Lego man hair
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