Ghost Doesn't Cutesy Talk Cats, He Talks To Them Like Other Adult Men And It's Hilarious.

something about a quiet night with simon in your kitchen; of him hefting you up by your hips to place you on the counter, slotting himself between your legs before dropping low to kiss you; of him bumping noses with you, making you giggle as he huffs, his cheeks thrumming with warmth.

“m’bad,” he says, his breath fanning over your lips. “jus’ really wanted t’kiss you, s’all.”

“s’okay,” you coo, throwing your arms over his shoulder. “i wanna kiss you so bad too.”

“oh yeah?” he hums, teasing, and you feel more than see the way his lips tug up in a crooked smile.

you roll your eyes at his weak tease before pulling him down, finally claiming that kiss because you can’t wait anymore. it’s just a peck, it’s not heated or weighted, and your noses are still slotted awkwardly but you breathe him in, hearing the hum of your refrigerator and the quiet ticking of your oven, and simon’s back in your arms, and truly, you think that this might just be the best kiss you’ve ever had.

I'm gonna give him a kiss on the forehead

f1 kuna

Did you guys read Soap's journal?

While I reading COD wiki, i found out that OG Soap had journal

And he is a fuckin artist

And he really hates army dogs lol

He spent 3pages for talking about dogs

And the first one, he even said "consider me a cat man now"

What the hell kind of name is Ghost?

- Says the man named Soap

Og mw2 Spoiler below

For Ghost, Roach

Drawing of Price

How many times can a man save your life until it's no longer your own?

Obito awakened his Sharingan while he was protecting Kakashi and Sasuke did when he was protecting Naruto.

Let the soulmate saga continue.

He's so handsome I need to eat him

Red light graves red light graves shadow uniform graves AHHH

[NY time line]

William, attempting to ask Sherlock out on a date: What if we went to dinner... not as friends?

Sherlock: As enemies???

William: ... Sherly we are past that.

Sometimes I feel like I don't even deserve to see him on my phone's screen. He's so beautiful with his long/medium unruly curls with the darkest of blue mixed along with black. His eyelashes that can rival a little deer. He's so freakishly tall but somehow seems like a tall child stuck in an adult body. He's such a goofy little guy but he's also the smartest man in the room given any situation (minus if his brother is there sorry Sherly).

I like how he's so passionate about everything, be that chemistry, literature or music...oh his music! I wonder if Sherlock ever sits at his desk writing music sheets over his violin and wishes if he could play all the stringed instruments. The way he is, he probably tried. I'm sure John gets most of his rants when Sherlock is fixed on a topic. I wonder if William got to see this beautiful side of Sherlock during those three years they spend in New York. I wonder if Mycroft was the one who got him into music when he couldn't give him time because of the age gap so Sherlock became dependent on this particular hobby to distract himself. I wonder if he ever wanted to compose the music he wrote. I wish our little detective was real.

I hope he knows John forgave him for his absence. That John only wants him safe and sound.

And I hope he knows his brother was mourning him. That it's about time they offer eachother closure. That his brother loves him.

And most importantly, I hope he knows his Liam views him as hope. That William will burn the world once again if something happens to him. He's the only remaining light in William's life and always will be. They don't ever have to go through something alone ever again, be that tragic or beautiful. They have eachother.

Sorry guys I got a little emotional with this one :3

Sherlock: So basically I am your late birthday gift.

Mycroft, pretending to be unimpressed: Can you live one day without your god complex Sherly?

Sherlock, grinning: And was the shared arrogance your return gift for me?

Mycroft: I knew we should have put you up for adoption 😐

[making dinner together after an argument]

William: Look, I can taste all the love you put in the soup you made!

Sherlock, deadpan: I put hate into it.

William: Sherly, I said I'm sorry for making suicide jokes (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

Feeling bad for my professors because this is how my papers look like

what studying literature feels like