I’m so sorry but in the nicest way possible do yall actually read books or just read words??? Cause I’ve been seeing that trend of people not understanding how “snarled” and “eyes darkened” and “eyes softened” etc. was used in a book and like…

Genuinely, do yall just not have imagination?? Or not understand figurative language??? Also eyes do literally darken and soften have you not lived a life??? How do you read with no imagination? Is this how you get through so many books in one month - you simply don’t take the time the understand the words as they are read?

König's eyes ♡

her robotic, glacial voice; the blood; the gasps from the crowd; the way her mic hits the ground on beat with the song; its performance at its peak

iconic

she gave unhinged women our rights

i watch this video exactly once a month and it gives me full body asmr

This was fighting for gay rights

We will forever stan

never forget her commentary on this performance:

“The methodology behind what I’ve done is that, when they wanted me to be sexy, or they wanted me to be pop, I always fuckin’ put some absurd spin on it that made me feel like I was still in control. So you know what? If I’m gonna be sexy on the VMAs, and sing about the paparazzi, I’m going to do it while I’m bleeding to death and reminding you of what fame did to Marilyn Monroe, the original Norma Jean, and what it did to Anna Nicole Smith, and what it did to…  Yeah. You know who.”

i know that everyone says this but the mw3 rm soap death was shit awful . looking back at it, logistically , it shouldn’t have happened .

so the first injury in this was soap being shot in the right shoulder (most likely in joint tendon region) . pretty painful , and if did hit in the area i believe it did , would hinder mobility in the upper right region of the body (neck, arm, some torso muscles .

HOWEVER !! soap has proven to be shot in similar or worse regions in other missions and has been able to carry through and complete objective alive .

what you are seeing is a move that should have killed makarov instantly . this is a stab performed to the external jugular vein (and due to soaps experience , possibly a carotid artery . i was taught this attack in weapons studies , my friends in the military were also taught that this region is one of the quickest ways to krill . (not giving murder advice just trying to prove a point please don’t ban me) not to mention this is immensely painful . realistically , mans should have dropped then and there . not to mention there were sas soldiers who should have opened fire the second they saw him anyways ??

now THIS is the part that pisses me off the most. see makarov’s lock ? that actively engages the trapezius and scalene muscles , which would be DIRECTLY affected from the stab would . combined with the fact that soap is (estimated) 80-90 kgs , he would not have been able to perform that lock let alone hold it .

and with soap being part of the fucking MILITARY , he should have been able to get out of that by a) breaking the locked arm and using the other hand to either disarm / kill makarov (which he should have been able to handle , especially judging by the fucking alone mission) or b) hitting the back of makarovs knee to send them both to the ground, slip under him to not break his arm and hit em w the buck+trap+flip to get a vantage, and then continue the fight from there, which should be very short anyways considering that makarov’s bleeding out faster than a fucking SNAKE STRIKE . and somehow with the majestic force of activision giving less than 2 fucks about all the characters and medical theory there , makarov manages to get a straight aim and shoot soap straight through the ear ??!! and then bolt past a fuck ton of bullets that should have BEEN FIRED ON HIM EARLIER and then hurl himself INTO A TRAIN . if you wanted to kill of one of the leads in the modern warfare series , do it in a way that is well written and thought out and accurate .

Simon 'Ghost' Riley in CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE II (2022)

Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Y’ALL HAVE TIME TO REBLOG THIS. IT TAKES LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS.

matsuyama miyabi

Let me sleep.

sometimes you wonder how different the way könig handles you is opposed to the way he handles his opponents when he’s out on the field. youve never seen him in action, könig’s always been vigilant about keeping you as far removed from that part of his life as possible, but it’s not like you haven’t heard stories about how good he is at his job, how stealthily he takes down fully grown men with just his hands. the same hands that cradle your cheeks when you look up at him adoringly; that prepare you meals with love and care.

the same hands he makes you suck on, instructing you to get his long fingers nice and wet for him.

there’s something practiced about the stern way his large, scarred hands manipulate your body. the way he so effortlessly manhandles you into different positions, like now— sprawled out across his brawny body, broad chest pressed to your back, helpless and completely surrounded by him. the way he forces your legs open when your instinct is so clench them closed, trying to wrest away from his skilled fingers, giving you no choice but to lay back and take whatever he decides to give you.

he was slightly annoyed by all the squirming you were doing while he was watching his show, struggling to get comfortable when there was a pulsing ache in between your thighs that being in his presence always seemed to evoke. he knows you so well, fingers searching for the telltale sign of dampness around your panties. he’d tsked to himself as he slid his big hand inside, spreading your puffy folds and rubbing softly at your sensitive clit.

“shh, liebchen, don’t try to fight me now. this is what you needed, ja?” “why you running from me, hm?” he responds to your whining so sweetly once he’d bullied his his thick fingers in your tiny hole, fingertips massaging your gummy walls. he’s not a many of many words, the way he handles you speaks for itself. you’d like to think the tenderness that seeps through his firm touch is reserved just for you.

i love laswell but i feel like if she looked at me for just a second id feel like she was disappointed in me

i love scary women btw

High Water | Happiness Series

a/n: okay guys, I have ONE MONTH left of school for the semester, THEN I WILL HAVE TIME FOR THIS I PROMISE. a lot has happened since I last updated, this was all written over a six month period and of course finished three weeks after my major breakup w my bestie of 7 years LOL ENJOY

a/n 2: and thank you always to @as-is-above-so-below for not killing me over taking forever to update and for letting me fall down her stairs and (separate incident) get a splinter from her floor LOL

warnings: military talk. TW: TORTURE

summary: Price has to make a difficult decision.

PREVIOUS << | >> NEXT | SERIES MASTERLIST

Night vision, gloved finger tensed on the trigger of his rifle. The back alley was secured, Soap kept two feet behind him at all times as Price unlocked the side door of the “abandoned” factory warehouse. 

Four pairs of boots were muted against the cracked concrete, rifles pointed upwards and watching for any hostiles in their way. The mission was to collect intel and neutralize any threats - hopefully this would deliver them to the target. A man who was a ghost just like Simon Riley, but just… tied up in debts that span decades. Expendable men were set in the center of the warehouse, a table set up with chairs, chips and cards strewn about the wooden surface. Silence was a friend to the Russian men’s killers, but not to them. A small radio lowly played some sot of music, it was melancholy and heavy on the sax. Blues, Simon reflected, fitting.

biting a rock thinking about (retired) simon’s daily acts of service </33

he cuts open a pomegranate for you and pours the seeds into a bowl so it’s easier for you to eat them. he pushes your hair away so that not a single one gets caught when he zips up the zipper on the back of your clothes. he hooks your necklace for you, apologizing when it’s taking so long for him to do so because the clasp keeps slipping from his pinched fingers. he takes the fuzzy socks from your hold so he can slide them on your feet himself, his big hands massaging the back of your shins with murmured praises because he knows how much your legs are hurting after such a tiring day. he talks to your plants because you told him, in passing, how you heard that plants apparently react to human voices the way people do so he makes sure to tell them how much he loves you—he thinks it will help maintain the healthy lushness of their leaves. he brews you coffee before fixing himself up a cup of tea; then, he learns how to make iced coffee when he noticed that you prefer colder drinks. he’s always the one who ties your shoelaces, be it at home or outside.

(now that he’s retired, i love imagining simon round with all the love he carries, both for you and from you. he is softer now. happier. yes, he still prefers to keep to himself, still prefers the quiet. but now it is not tainted with the necessity to survive, instead, it is filled with tenderness and love. and you.)

The way Sadie calls Arthur "honey" when they're rescuing Abigail from the Pinkertons strikes me through the heart every time I hear it ("do it my way, honey, it's for the best").

The tone & warmth in her voice hurts. It's her subtle acknowledgement of how obvious Arthur's decline is, yet still not saying it directly in order to allow him that dignity. Simply trying to help him in a way that he'll accept 💔 because he's used to being the one doing the protecting, not the other way around.

“Male martyrs are almost always surrounded by nurses, their mothers, adoring angels and other loving disciples wrapping their crushed and holy bodies in strips of herb soaked cloth and weeping rapturously. Female martyrs are almost always depicted having their skin flayed, breasts branded or ripped off with tongs or being stabbed and they are always, always alone save for her murderers. There is never anyone by their sides celebrating their spiritual life, only fiendishly reveling in their torture of her. It is perilous to be a “girl.” Look at almost any paintings of girls from this era and it feels tense, as tense as it is now and as tense as it remains. Fuck this world.” Jamie Stewart,  A Guide to Xiu Xiu’s Girl with Basket of Fruit

pspspspspspspspsps

"No one fights alone."

This made me miss Soap even more than usual :(

john “soap” "chubby chaser" mactavish