Alejandro Has A Single Polaroid In His Wallet.

‘would you love me if i were a worm?’

synopsis: asking the cod guys if they would love you if you were a worm

ੈ✩‧₊˚ price, gaz, ghost, soap, alejandro, rudy, graves, makarov

cw: one suggestive joke maybe?

an: i'm not super confident in how i wrote makarov…lmk what you guys think?

dividers from @/saradika-graphics :)

Bunch of Bug&Boo from twitter

a lil birthday present for @sunlitlemonade :’) <333

based on this fic,, pls go read all of them actually!!!!!!!

big sister and little brother.

— Frank Bidart, from "The War of Vaslav Nijinsky";

Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016

Soap is a leaver. He will always be the first to leave. Never to be left. He'll be gone before you know it. But they'll get over him. He knows they will. Which itls why it scares him so much when Ghost keeps following

assistant!Reader that the guys didn’t know took up weightlifting classes and self-defence after a run in with a creep when out shopping one evening

Soap finding you in the rec room one morning, making Price’s tea, and he notices your headphones are in. An evil grin spreading across his face as he slinks towards you

He snickers to himself, wiggling his fingers before grabbing your side, and the next few seconds are a whirlwind as your shrieks registers in his ear before your hand is gripping his wrist in a death grip, whirling around as you slam your knee to his abdomen, before swiping your foot under his, sending him sprawling back in a fit of coughs and groans

“Soap? Oh my god! What the fuck?!” You cry, dropping to your knees beside him as Gaz and Ghost rush in, Johnny staring at the ceiling, struggling to breathe

“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh

what were meant to be stickers for the call of booty event </3 still love em tho

Yes I like fictional characters a very normal amount. Don’t look at my blog.