That Tiktok Trend Where Girlies Text Their Partner Song Lyrics To See If They Catch On. Not Entirely

that tiktok trend where girlies text their partner song lyrics to see if they catch on. not entirely sure what song would work best but some suggestions…

-hello by adele

-makeup sex by somo

-cyber sex by doja cat

-it will rain by bruno mars

you can either get sinom real confused, concerned, or turned on depending on what lyrics miss girl is texting him <3

Menstrual Man’s Digits (Part 92)

This man has gone from bit parts to leading two of the most popular series of 2023. He got himself three Emmy nominations. One for his performance in a video game adaptation, no less.

He's never had a scandal. I've never seen a bad word said against him.

All along his journey to super stardom, he has used his platform to speak out for those whose voices get lost.

He is adored and lusted after by millions, yet he doesn't have an ego. He is humble and grateful for every compliment.

He might not have won an award last night, but he is a winner in every other sense.

Could you do a poly 141! If you’re comfortable with it! I’d prefer fluffy poly 141. Or if you’re not comfortable! Maybe Ghoap or just ghost x reader fluff! I’m not that big of a smut fan when it comes to cod, these poor military men just need a hug

with lots of love - 🩰

FERAL FOR POLY 141 FE RAL FERAL FERAL can u tell that I like this dynamic just a lil bit ( a totally normal amount )

You're pottering around the kitchen when the boys come home from the gym, said boys not including a very sullen Johnny who threw his knee out last week leading you to promptly issue a very firm bed rest order, swatting your tea towel at him when he'd attempted to slip out this morning with his gym bag.

Kyle is on you immediately to see what you're whipping up, whilst John goes off to shower and Simon goes to bring in more logs for the slowly dwindling fire. You attempt to shoo Kyle away as he and Johnny sidle up to your back, nipping at your neck or toying with your hair - making your cooking far more difficult. You successfully manage to shoo Johnny away with a spoonful of creme brûlée stuffed into his open mouth, whilst Kyle sticks at your side like a limpet, whinging about how he'd missed you at the gym and that the boys are all so testosterone-y, which you promptly shut up with a gentle kiss to his waiting lips. With the first lot of grumbling military men out of your hair, you seek Simon out where he smokes on the porch, a steaming mug of earl grey in one hand and a brownie in the other. He promptly moves his cigarette to his other hand so that he can scoop you up against his side, resting his chin against the crown of your head, breathing in the smell of your shampoo and perfume appreciatively. You yourself give an appreciative hum at the warmth of his presence, your wellies and pyjama shorts not doing very much against the chilly morning outside the cozy confines of home.

"How's Johnny?" He rumbles into your hair, pulling back momentarily to take a drag from his cigarette before sidling back up to you. "A pain in the ass." You huff fondly back, unable to hide the pity in your voice for the normally eternally energetic Scotsman. "Cabin fever's got him practically bouncing off the walls." "And you? Are you doing okay, birdie?" "M' just happy to have all my boys home and safe." The sound of your voice melts into the quiet birdsong and the eternally soothing sound of Simon's slightly raspy breathing from the deviated septum he'd managed to get after breaking his nose a few years back.

The sound of the door swinging open doesn't disrupt you and Simon from your shared moment of peace, John coming out with one of his cigars hanging between his lips, free hand snaking around your waist as he leans against the porch. Quickly you notice the phone balanced between his ear and shoulder, and his expression focussed intently on what the person on the other end is saying. John puffs away at his cigar, fidgeting absently with the waistband of your shorts whilst you and Simon chat away about nothing, careful not to let your voices be heard by whoever John's on the phone to.

Growing sick of the cold, you give Simon and John kisses respectively before retreating inside where Kyle and Johnny have settled on the couch, playstation controllers in hand and a video game shown on the large flatscreen Johnny'd insisted you all bought when you moved in together. You're quick to shimmy up beside Johnny, settling your head on his lap, soothed by the sound of he and Kyle talking about the game, John and Simon soon joining the three of you. Simon squishes between Kyle and Johnny in order to play with your hair and chat to you about your day, whilst John gathers your legs up and plops them into his lap, tracing patterns across the bare skin of your calves as he reads something on his phone.

You eventually find yourself dozing off in spite of the ruckus around you, only waking at midday when you're coaxed off of the couch by Kyle who carries your tired body to the simple dining room where the others are laying the table, diligently having taken the large piece of meat you'd been slow roasting all morning from the oven, placed in the middle of the table.

The boys thank you as you all tuck into the hearty, late lunch you'd prepared, laughter and chatter filling the cozy room, gratitude palpable amongst you.

Laswell: What part of your day takes you the longest?

Soap: Taking a shower.

Gaz: My skincare routine.

Y/N: Finding the will to live.

Laswell:...

Soap:...

Gaz: Love, what?

Ghost: Mm, I feel you.

Y/N: might put a fork in an outlet and call it a day...

Price: ...

Gaz walking in: what's up?

Price: my blood pressure. Y/N-

Hanging out at the bar

Price, jokingly: Have you considered shaving that stupid mohawk? Soap, flatout drunk and very, very serious: Have YOU considered shaving off the rat plastered to your face? Price: ...? Soap, taking a swig of his beer: Didn't think so. Soap-'hawk one, Price-rat zerooOOo! Ghost: Owned, Price. You just got owned. Soap: You're one to talk, Edgelord. Ghost: Wow.