I Miss Them 🥹🥲

Simon "Ghost" Riley is not a rapist.

Simon "Ghost" Riley would not "punish" you so badly you have a miscarriage.

Simon "Ghost" Riley would not tie you up, call you a whore, and tell you to "take it or else"

Simon "Ghost" Riley would not insult your body so bad he gives you an ED.

Sebastian Kreuger would not Kidnap and abuse you.

Phillip Graves would not verbally attack you.

Phillip Graves is not racist or homophobic??

Nikto would not hit you for seeing his face on accident.

König would not throw you against a wall and call you a whore for coming near him, the dude has social anxiety..

idc what anyone says, if you enjoy any of these please get off the internet and figure out a different way to cope, this isn't even proshipper level, this is just wrong.

How are you going to headcanon a victim of SA as a rapist? How are you going to headcanon a victim of a lifetime of abuse as an abuser?

Headcanoning a southern american man as racist and homophobic just feels so icky!

Seriously guys please if you have issues, there are other ways!!!

I'm tired of blocking so many lovely accounts because of the amount of dub-con/noncon/straight up Sexual Assault that's in their reblogs or in the accounts they support and advertise.

There is a difference between tough and straight up fucking insane??? Maybe read the characters backstories and actually take their past into consideration because you guys kinda look dumb for making these characters so OOC. Please get help and keep your gross fics to yourself.

Throwback ⭐️ !!!!

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I did watch Hamilton live here in the Philippines, it was so good…it really did bring me back to 2016 🔥 (I FORGOR to post this on the same day I did on insta- holy crap it's been a while...Life can get rlly busy!1)

Something I don't really see anyone mentioning is the overt violence of Musk when he was doing the NAZI salute. He didn't just lift his arm. He threw his arm out so firmly, so strongly, that his entire body rocked back. That was a gesture he did with his full fucking chest. It was violent, and that frightened me as much as the gesture itself. The promise, the anger, the conviction behind it. He MEANT it.

naps to lovers?

price is an accident, you fall asleep watching a movie with him after he cradles you in his bed. plops down with you to do some paperwork and he's out, too. you wake up cuddled into his chest and pretend not to notice his boner.

next it's johnny. you're both exhausted from sparring and workouts. instead of showering, he pulls you to his bed and tells you to wait for him before you get in. by the time you want up, the sheets are crusted with sweat and soap is on top of you, crushing you to the mattress.

after that, it's both johnny and kyle. smooshed between them after a long hard mission, it's hard not to appreciate two nice pillows. simon has the picture of you three asleep on each other.

kyle finds you in the mess hall after, pulling you to your room with the promise of takeout and uninterrupted rest.

simon is standoffish at first, but eventually offers himself up as a weighted blanket for you after being reprimanded by another force's captain (don't worry, price and gaz are handling it). he lets you hold him close while stroking your hair and face until you drift off. he frequents in odd hours with you (when he knows your alone or stacked up with another one of the boys).

you don't mean for it to, but it becomes much more regular. price pulling you into his lap during late night briefings, soap's head in your lap, and kyle following you back to your room. they get so much more casually affectionate- hands on you at all times, forehead kisses, and sweet words. they begin to take you out together after missions and on off days to movies and shopping (they love dressing you up).

this all builds up to a random friday where they bring you to a house about 30 minutes from base. lately, they'd all been a bit more secretive and making investments "for the wellbeing of the team" like price's new truck that could seat 7. the house has all five of yours stuff in it (ash trays, half finished sketches, sewing kits, kyle's hat on the table). you see some of your missing clothes in one of the big dressers half-opened drawers.

it shouldn't be a surprise to you then when you walk in the bedroom and there's a california king. you really should have expected it, hen, they've been courting you for months!

yeah, johnny's naked on the bed, so what?

König x f!Reader, hurt/comfort but we pretty much skip the hurt part, kinda nsfw but not really, very mild mdlb dynamic

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König lays on top of you, face pressed to your soft chest, tears leaking out of those big, sad eyes you love so much. Mumbled apologies fall from his scarred lips, half in German, half in English. His thick arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you close. You shush him gently, carding your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp in the way you know makes him melt.

"It was just a dream, baby," you remind him patiently. His fear is very real, something that haunts him so intensely that it follows him into his sleep. "You didn't hurt me. You would never hurt me, König. You know that, and I know that."

"But I am a beast," König whimpers, shame dripping from every syllable. He tries to hide his face in your breasts, but you don't let him, lightly tugging on the long, red strands in your grasp to pull him back up. He gasps, cock twitching against your leg, but his expression twists with guilt at his body's reaction. "I am a dog."

"No, you're not," you say firmly, but then your voice softens to a coo as you cup his face, the pad of your thumb gently rubbing the scar over his long nose, crooked from being broken one too many times. "You're my baby. Mommy's sweet boy..."

König's watery eyes widen, and he swallows thickly, eyes darting back down to your breasts for just a second before they flicker to the side, pale cheeks reddening. You let go of his face to pull down the neckline of your dress just enough for one of your breasts to spill out. König is still looking away, but his breathing picks up, and his body is rigid with the self control he's exerting to hold himself back.

"Go ahead, darling," you whisper, slowly guiding his head to your breast. The second your nipple brushes against his scarred cheek, he whines, quickly turning his face and latching on. You let out a contented sigh as he begins to suckle, his eyes going half-lidded as the tension and fear gradually leaves him. You can feel his cock hardening against your leg, but you don't offer to help him with it, and he doesn't ask. That's not what this is about, for either of you. Not right now.

You resume your petting as König nurses, murmuring soft praises that make his whole body melt into you. You know how much comfort this brings König, and it's come to do the same for you. You feel so connected to him, in these moments. So honored that he lets himself be this vulnerable with you--and only you. That he trusts you to show you the part of himself that he's kept hidden out of shame his whole life.

You lean down to press a kiss to the crown of his head, feeling warmth bloom in your chest when you notice that his eyes have fallen shut, his breathing evening out as he slips back into sleep. His lips stay wrapped around your nipple, and his nose is smushed against your breast. You smile at him adoringly, overwhelmed with love for your sweet boy. König has seen horrors you can never even dream of, and yet his biggest fear is hurting you.

It's how you know he never will.

“You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move on.”

— Tupac Shakur

staff: so...

staff: a very willful, suave and sharp witted male anime character...standing out by personifying an unique type of handsomeness... Badass af... Smh questionable bc of their mysterious aura or unethical actions... Confident in their abilities and won't take shxt from anyone...

staff: ...Guess we need-

suwabe junichi: me. you need me.

the anime industry always needs suwabe junichi.

The new anime made me start another rewatch of Trigun

"it was in 2020" oh so like a year or so ago. a couple years. im sorry 5? did you just say five? five years ago ?