We're The Army. This Is Why He Thinks The Law Doesn't Apply To Eddie And His Silver Star

owlstiel ! inspired by this post

I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.

Ghosts AU but Humphrey & Julian swap screen time bc Humph wonders around in one piece just with a slight neck-ache whereas Julian died fuzzy-handcuffed to the bed & can’t leave so every time someone goes in there it’s like “oh, hey, he exists too.”

“Hi Julian, how are you?”

“Oh, you know. Fine; arm’s a bit stiff but can’t be helped, I suppose. Mustn’t complain.”

enjoying the fact that the main genre of fic to emerge from this hiatus is ‘buck completely loses it after eddie leaves but it’s ok because turns out eddie is as not normal about him as he is about eddie’

ten out of ten no notes

A 4th century CE statue of Aphroditos. Her cock wards off evil spirits. Reblog to rid your blog of evil spirits.

Reblog to make him lose another 200 billion, like to make him lose 1 billion

"not a person on this planet who can do this job like you." i mean true i haven't seen anyone else tell a caller to kill themselves

whenever Bobby Nash gets rescued out of the secret military bunker where he’s being experimented on I just know he’s going to be so bummed that he missed the election of a new pope