Okay I Know I'm Late To The Party But I Just Manage To Watch The Season 2 Of Squid Game And... WHAT IN

*opens the icemav ao3 tab* *cracks knuckles* oh yeah, i'm gonna know so much useless shit about the usa navy when i'm done with this

It's the third time I see this on my dash so I feel like I had to comment. Like seriously... you put Daniel Craig and Mads Mikkelsen together in a nude torture scene and then you complain that it's getting kinky ? Girl...

bro...what we could have had..

So I bought some stuff at Tora-con and one of them was this Doflamingo figure that I thought looked super badass.

and then i opened it and cannot stop laughing 

the fuCKING LEGS.

SOMEONE TAKE THIS TOY AWAY FROM ME.

Jake loves the tattoos that adorn Bradley's body.

The origami birds that take flight across his shoulder-blades. A goose, a swan, with a rooster gazing up at them.

The stark lines of the missing man formation of four F-14's, three shooting across his chest, with the fourth arcing up to rest over his heart.

No matter how many times Jake's fingers trace the aged lines of the B-25 Mitchell that rests in the crook of his elbow, Bradley won't explain the choice, only murmurs about it being his first, and that he is going to have it covered up.

He never does. But Jake's favourite, the one his fingers can't stay away from, is the little incomplete hangman figure he comes home with after his last deployment. Five months they spent apart. Five months new ink has been carried on Bradley's hip without Jake's knowledge and investigation. Five months where the spot Jake's hand rests as they settle to sleep has had seven empty spaces for letters. Five months Bradley has waited to play, Sharpie in hand. Counting the dashes, and even taking note of them being split into groups of 5 and 2, Jake still has to try his callsign first. "H" "Not your callsign you egotistical shit." Bradley added a frown on the blank face. "A" _A___ __ "J" "Nope." "K" "Are you using your name now?" "Yes." "No. A leg and two eyes added to the tattoo later, Jake is staring more intently at Bradley's hip than he has at any Bandit and then it dawns on him. MA__Y M_

The smile that stretches across his face hurts. It aches in the best way as he looks up at Bradley, the other pilot's gaze intent on him and not the artwork. "Yes." "That's not a letter." "Still my answer." Plucking the pen from Bradley's unresisting fingers, Jake fills in the missing Rs and the Y, before adding a big YES across Bradley's lower belly.

actually speaking of the sub!Bond enjoyers. realizing quite an oversight on my part here. but. where are my bottom Bond enjoyers. I imagine there's some overlap with the sub!Bond enjoyers but like they're not strictly mutually inclusive, so where my bottom Bond enjoyers at, can we make some noise

some of y’all with printed copies of fanfiction are going to die someday and your books will end up at the secondhand book shop and someone is just going to innocently pick up blorbo/shitto enemies to lovers and when i think of it this way let’s keep printing fanfiction

Special shoutout to Cards Against Humanity

The truth has been spoken