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[martyfive]

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[bisupergirl]

clark and kara love to meet up and eat breakfast with one another btw. if you even care.

superman (1939) #373 || action comics doomsday special

[2-faded-memory-2]

i like to imagine child!jon having the same go to coping mechanism of pretending the scary thing isnt there. this eight year old watched some guy die a supernatural death and he wipes the dirt from his hands and walks home and his grandmas like 'where tf were you' and he shrugs and goes 'i dont fucking know im like eight jesus christ woman lay off me my parents just died' and she goes 'what' and he goes 'what' then he goes to school and gets bullied or something

[lovelydrusilla]

it's plastic surgery week on-board the Odyssey (yes, you read that right) and one of the guests is reading Frankenstein. and then her friend's nose slides off her face because she got a nose job and did a lot of cocaine right after. i'm obsessed with this show

[iceman-soup]

request!

sorry if you've done this already, but what would Ghost and Soap's first leave together look like? could be sfw or nsfw, everything is up to you

yes yes yesss this is sfw because my descriptive brain took over, also autistic ghost supremacy 🫶🫶

ghost x soap

Simon wasn't ready to meet Johnny's family yet. Hell, they'd only been dating five or so months before deciding to stick with each other on leave, and by that point it was far too stressful and overwhelming to think about meeting a whole bunch of new people to mask around and make good impressions. Ghost needed the time off to re-regulate, and honestly, Soap wasn't up to introducing a boyfriend he had barely warned his mother about beforehand.

So instead the two taxi'd over to Manchester from the airport, arriving at a tiny, cheap flat with even cheaper security cameras dotted on each outside wall and above the front door. "Enough of a deterrent, even if half don't work," explains Simon, seeing Johnny looking around curiously. He unlocks the door and pushes it open an inch, baited breath for a couple of moments as he appears to listen for anything unusual, before opening the door properly, flicking on the warm overhead lights and pulling Soap in by the hand, who gazes at the inside of his flat whilst Ghost locks the door again.

"Dinnae take you for an interior designer, Lt," John grins, glancing at the taller man before going back to admiring the space. It's dusty, sure, but otherwise not quite as awful as expected, and although cramped, holds a feeling of comfort and rest. The two are standing in the kitchen, cupboards naked oak wood and counters hand-painted daffodil yellow, the honey-coloured floor tiles chipped but superglued back together. The image of Si sitting cross-legged on the ground fixing them fills Soap's mind, his heart fluttering at how domestic his lieutenant suddenly seems.

There isn't a wall between the kitchen and living room, and Johnny takes that opportunity to wonder straight through, taking note of a comfy-looking secondhand sofa to cuddle up on together later. An old TV with a jumble of cables is stood upon a coffee table, which simultaneously doubles as an actual coffee table, evident by a few mismatched coasters with just as many water marks as the surface they're supposed to be protecting. Splintering wood in the tried-to-be-aesthetic bare floorboards are covered by a granny rug which contrasts the baby blue walls surprisingly well. Two doors lead off from the living room, and Ghost walks over to the first one, opening it to show the other.

"Bathroom," he comments as if it isn't obvious. There's nothing extraordinary about it, but Soap does notice his unwavering loyalty here and on base to his very specific shower products - of course. He nods and they move on, entering the fourth room. Si hovers at the doorway whilst Johnny wanders inside, taking in the bedroom.

Most of the space is taken up by a double bed pressed up in the far corner, white paint on the metal frame missing in spots, showing its age. The bedding is black with little bone prints patterning it, soft cotton and all matching. Shoved next to the bed is a chest of drawers, one of the handles missing and replaced with a nail bashed into the wood. Hung up precariously on the picture rail over it is Simon's formal uniform - clearly unused for years due to his skilful avoidance of social events. Again, the floor is stripped of carpet (the bedroom in slightly safer condition than in the living room) and the walls are painted, this time a pale pink and dotted with glow-in-the-dark plastic stars.

"Never got them as a kid," Ghost mutters, gesturing to the stars and then the general soft colours of his flat. He shuffles awkwardly on his feet, avoiding eye contact - and subsequently his boyfriend's loving smile too. "You want something to eat? I don't have anything," he adds quickly.

"We can go doon to the chippy?" John suggests, walking over to kiss him tenderly. "Or if you don't feel like seein' people, I could order us something." The taller man nods at the second option, then proceeds to wrap his arms around Soap's waist, burying his face into the crook of his neck and pressing his lips to the skin, simply savouring his warm embrace.

"I love you, Johnny. I'm happy you're here."

The next few days go by far too quick for either's liking. They're spent with long mornings just laying in bed, doing fuck all on their phones in the oddest cuddle positions known; alternatively, smothering each other in hugs and kisses until they have to give them attention until they're satisfied. Time is spent plodding around the flat, wearing pyjama trousers and fluffy socks and with blankets draped over their bare shoulders.

Meals are cooked with very little skill but a whole lot of try, so at least that's something. Neither go out much; just to the shops when they need something or one night to get fish and chips from the good place across the street. They eat sitting on the countertop or the sofa, watching some shitshow with a laugh track that winds Simon up.

Evenings involve making out during conversation, quietly murmuring and laughing between kisses, chests pressed together so their hearts can talk directly. Ghost realises he's never felt so safe and content on leave before this one night when they're lying in bed, a dim lamp the only light in the room as he runs his fingers through Soap's hair, now slightly curly from growing out whilst not on base. It's quiet, but not in the lonely, terrifying way it usually is when he's alone in the flat, left to his own thoughts for however long between deployments.

Maybe, just maybe, leave will become something that he doesn't dread anymore. And perhaps next time - he thinks, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead and flicking off the lamp - it might be nice to meet Johnny's family.

[faunandfloraas]

i do love seeing seungmin interact with random people, especially alone bc he's actually pretty friendly and funny every time, like he's a lot better with it than you'd maybe think? him and Eunkwang, when he's gone to variety shows by himself, when he and Jeongin went on that uncle show earlier this year he definitely took the lead, now this video meeting the fan. Idk it's just fun to see that side.

[b4tteryaciid]

~3k Words

Was thinking about making a whole fic out of this but I'm honestly not sure if I would enjoy it very much. Lmk what yall think about it. This was supposed to be the first chapter. It's a body swap type AU and I'm not too sure where I wanna go with it rn.

Sorry if the paragraphs are weird I copy pasted this from my notes app and Tumblr ate my paragraphs so I had to separate them before I posted it.

The first 4 chapter were supposed to be this but from everyone else's POV before they actually start trying to solve the problem but I'm lazy and illiterate and idk if I want to write allat. So anyways! Here ya go

The bed was nice and warm, Gaz was laid out on his side pooled under thick blankets and cradling a pillow in his arms. He hadn't been woken up by his alarm so he didn't dare open his eyes and kick the final lick of sleep away from him. He shifted and urged himself back to sleep until he felt a shift, not from him. He heard a groan from next to him and the pillow he was holding moved, arms were wrapped around his torso and he felt the press of someone's head on his chest. His eyes shot open in a panic. Someone was in his bed, holding onto him, and, wait, he was holding onto them too? What the hell? He tried to decipher who the hell was in his bed, in his room but it was too dark to make out much. He shuffled back and carefully pushed the person off of him. He couldn't remeber bringing anyone to bed with him, had he gotten drunk and brought a fling home? He couldn't have, he was on base wasn't he? The person huffed and shifted back into the pillow and he could see their face clearer. The blanket was pooled around their waist and he could see their broad chest, their face was smushed into the pillow and their hair was chopped into a Mohawk, it stuck up at all angles and flopped down onto their forehead. Wait. Mohawk? Holy fuck Soap? Oh no. Did he get drunk and fuck Soap? Why the hell were they sleeping together? He looked around the room and realized it wasn't his. It wasn't Soap's either for that matter.

He hastily pulled his too-heavy limbs out from under the snooring scott and stumbled out of bed. What the hell was going on? Why did his limbs feel so bulky and heavy? He looked around the room to quickly locate the bathroom and hobbled towards it. He looked down as he walked and noticed he was barefoot, but his skin was significantly lighter than usual. The ambled through the passageway into the backroom and smashed his palm onto the light switch, it landed way harder than he intended it to. The lights flicked on and he was face to face with a huge man, his eyes bored into him and he was adorned with a black mask with a skull painted onto it. He stumbled back with a shriek, grasping at his face and getting a hand full of rough fabric. He looked down at himself and was greeted by an expanse of paled white skin covered in a mass of deep pink scarring. He was covered in rippling muscles and was only covered with thin black boxers that barely left anything to the imagination. He had a significant bulge and a line of thick blonde hair that trailed from his belly down under the thick waistband.

He heard a groan from behind him and footsteps. He swivled around and got a face full of Soap. He glanced down at him, and realized he was stark naked. "God Soap put some fuckin' clothes on would'ya!?" He covered his face with his hands and realized his voice came out way deeper than he was used to. "Ghost?" He uncovered his eyes and shot Soap a questioning look. He turned around and took a step towards the mirror. Gaz reached up and ran his hands over this face, he looked at himself, or, rather, Ghost in the mirror as he felt his fingers running down his balaclava. He carefully pulled at his eyes with his fingers and looked down at his hands as he flexed them. Thick scars ran along his knuckles and there were smaller ones on his wrists and forearms. "What the fuck? Why the hell am I Ghost?" He was certain he wasn't dreaming. He could feel everything clear as day and it was tripping him up. "Not sure, why the hell am I Soap?" He hadn't even noticed the man walk up besides him. He was also feeling his face and was running his fingers through the mohawk. "Not sure why im naked though"

"Yes, please put some fucking pants on" What the fuck was going on? Why was he in Ghost's body? Why were Ghost and Soap sleeping together and naked? Yanno, he didn't want to know, he could imagine and that was already horrible. He would need intensive therapy to get the image of his Lieutenant and best friend banging out of his brain. It was even worse that he woke up cuddled up with Soap while he was naked. Wait. What was it that Soap had just said? Something about why he was Soap? He turned and stepped out of the room as Soap was digging around in a big closet. He finally had pants on this time so that was nice. "What the hell is going on?" He asked, his voice was still deep and it shocked him. It was unnatural. All of this was shocking and unnatural. "Not sure, just know they're gonna get a piece of my mind for this." Soap didn't have his usual strong accent and it was throwing Gaz off immensely. He still had an accent of course but it was easier to understand without a bunch of Scottish nonsense thrown into it. It sounded like when Soap forced himself to sound as American as possible, or when he tried to suppress his accent as much as he could, usually to make fun of people, AKA him and Ghost."Who are you then if you're not Soap?" Gaz asked crossing his beefy arms over his broad chest. "Captain John Price, pleasure to meet you. And you are?" Of course it was Price, he was way too calm about this crazy scenario.

"Sargent Kyle Garrick." He responded as Price snagged a shirt from the closet, he pulled it over his head with a huff and turned to face Gaz. "Right then son, get dressed, I'm calling a meeting.""How are you so calm about all this!?" He threw up his hands "I woke up in Ghosts body with Soap- you-? In my arms completely fucking naked! You have to realize how completely fucking mental to be fine with something like this!" It was weird to see Soap with such a serious expression, he always usually had a goofy smile on his face and was usually in a good mood. "As weird as this is I'm the Captain and need to lead you boys, I need to have a level head. Plus enough weird shit happens around here anyways I've just come to except it at this point." He chuckled and jestured towards the closet again. "Hurry up and get dressed Garrick." Price had donned one of Ghosts shirts and now Soap was sporting a shirt with "L.T RILEY" across the breast and "LIEUTENANT" across the back.

He quickly pulled on some dark jeans and shirt that was identical to the one Price was wearing. Price had snagged one of their phones and was typing something into it. Gaz reached up to tug at the balaclava covering his face, it felt like he was suffocating. "Don't take that off of he'll kill you and then me too" Price warned, pointing at him before sliding the phone into his pocket. He grabbed another phone off the floor and handed it to him. "It's Soaps, didn't know his password, maybe you do. I texted using that chat Soap had set us up a while ago, told the boys to meet us in the conference room."

"Why not your office?" Gaz questioned, taking Soap's phone from Price and slipping it into his pocket. "Do I look like I have my keys on me?" Price asked as he slipped on Soap's boots and started to lace them up. Gaz followed suite aswell, pulling on some black socks before slipping his feet into Ghost's boots. "Right" Gaz said as he finished tying a bow into the shoelaces and standing up to his, now, full hight. Price headed for the door and jestured Gaz to do the same. They started down the hallway towards the conference room after Price pulled the door shut. Gaz's steps were heavy and he felt bulky and too large. Gaz weighed less than Ghost and was pretty light on his feet, he knew Ghost could be too because he loved to sneak around and was usually pretty light on his feet too, but Gaz had no idea how he did it. The man was built like a fridge and had large feet to match. He clumsily fished Soaps phone out of his pocket and was appalled when he could fit the thing in his now huge palm. "Hey Cap, when's Ghost's birthday again?" "February second, ninteen something, why?" Gaz quickly typed something into the number pad to input a password. He'd already tried Soaps birthday so the most logical next step would be Ghost's. "Were in" Gaz grinned even though you couldn't see it behind the mask. "Wow, they really are obsessed with each other aren't they?" Price asked. "Yep" Gaz replied clicking open the text chain. There were two new message notification on the top of his screen:

Ghostie❤️: This is Price. It seems something weird has happened and we woke up in different bodies. Whatever the hell that means. Garrick woke up in Ghost's body and I in Soaps. Meet up in the conference room whenever you receive this.

Of course Ghost was saved as "Ghostie ❤️" in Soaps phone.

Captain: Aw what the hell guys this is weird, cap your face feels funny

Gaz assumed that was Soap. He continued to follow Price down the hall with wide steps. He had to force himself to walk slower as not to overpass him. Price shouldered open the door and led Gaz inside. "Go corral Ghost and Soap while I try and figure this out." Price instructed and he began to collect things from around the room. He figured he would head to Price's room first considering Soap, he assumed it was Soap, Ghost didn't text like that, seemed to be the only one awake of the two.

He started down the long hallway to Price's room. He was starting to get used to his hight and bulk, it was unusual definitely, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He wasn't freaking out as much as he should be considering the situation. Waking up in your scary Lieutenant's body cradling your best friend was sertainly something. He'd tease Soap relentlessly for that he knew that much. Once he reached the door he knocked way harder than he intended to. Goddamn Ghost was a giant. "Aye ahm coming!" He heard scrambling and a disheveled looking Price opened the door. "Ghost wha ta fuck es going on?" Yep it was Soap alright, speaking in Price's voice with a Scottish lilt to it. Gaz held in his laughter at it, he looked so dumb with a goofy expression on his face, shirtless and disheveled and speaking with a forced Scottish accent. "Aye what're ya laughing at Garrick!?" Soap crossed his arms and Gaz looked slightly down at him with a snort that devolved into full belly laughter. His laughs were deep and rough and tears sprung to his eyes as he laughed in Soap's face. "Aye quit that would'ya! Ah dinnae need you laughing at me!" He punched at Gaz's arm but it didn't do much. He was slipping in and out of his accent and he sounded hilarious to Gaz's ears. It really wasn't that funny considering they were all swapped or something of the like.

"Aye my bad mate, put a shirt on and we'll go find Ghost." He exhailed on a shakey laugh as he spoke. Soap grumbled and walked further into Price's room, leaving the door open for Gaz to enter aswell."So what tah ell is goin on ere Gaz? This some Freaky Friday shit, what day of the week is it? Tuesday?" Soap was rummaging through Price's clothes and pulled on a dirty brown colored shirt with Price's rank on the breast and back, just like Ghost's. "Yep" Gaz affirmed and Soap slipped into Price's boots and lazily laced them up. "Right, cmon now we're going to fetch Ghost. Assuming he's me because everyone else is accounted for." A sizzling pit opened up in his stomach and started to mouth at his organs. He would have to see Ghost as himself? That sounds unappealing. He fiddled with the edge of the mask as he lead Soap to his own room.

"Yanno Gaz this is all yer fault." Soap proclaimed, running his hands down his face and running his fingers through Prices facial hair. "Me!? How is this my fault?" "Dunnae, ye jus' seem like tah logical person tah blame.""What!? Why not Price he's the captain!?""Donnae think he'd let somethin' liek this happen.""An' I would?" "Probably." Soap shrugged Gaz knocked on the door and the second he did it was renched open as he was greeted by himself. He looked scared, still in his pajamas and stairing into his own eyes. "Aye ye alrigh'?" Soap asked reaching out towards Ghost's as he flinched back. It was so weird to look at himself. To see himself look so scared and small. He knew it wasn't really him and that Ghost was in his body, piloting it as his own. Seeing through his eyes and feeling through his skin. Breathing through his lungs and hearing through his ears. His eyes were bloodshot and panicky, Ghost was awkwardly standing there toying with the metal key and chain of his favorite necklace anxiously. "Ghost?" Gaz asked. Ghost tilted his head at him and stood up straight, albeit a little shakey. "What tha hell..?" Ghost whispered looking at them both and using both hands to pull at the necklace. "Uhm- can we come in? We'll explain everything?" Gaz offered, slightly off-put by Ghost's reaction. He nodded and stepped back into the room slumping down onto the disheveled mattress. "Care to explain?" Ghost asked, sitting up and sliding into his tough guy persona. "Aye well ait seems we've got a Freaky Friday on our ands" Ghost's anxiety seemed to leave him as he gave Soap a weird look. "Price? Why are you talking like that?" Ghost asked. "Aye naw am Soap, an that's Gaz" he gestured towards where Gaz stood and he offered a little wave. Reaching back up the absentmindedly tug at the mask. "Were in some body swap thing, all in different bodies, were supposed to be meeting up with price to figure out what the hell is going on" He tried his best to explain. "Ah ken ait sounds loony but aits true" Soap shrugged and ran his fingers through his facial hair. Ghost looked up at them skeptically, pulling against the necklace as it clinked. Ghost grunted and stood up "you're not taking that off Garrick. Got it?" Ghost growled and jabbed his finger into Gaz's chest. Gaz rasied his hands in surrender "Aye I wont." "Can ye get dressed? We've got a meetin' ta go tah." Soap said flopping down on Gaz's mattress with a sigh. Ghost grumbled and pulled open Gaz's closet doors.

Gaz turned to look down at Soap with a huff as he crossed his arms. "I'm killing you later by the way" he said and Soap gave a gravely squack. "What!? What did I do!?" Soap sat up at stared at him with mock outrage. "Care to guess how I had to wake up this morning?" He watched Soap think for a moment before he turned a shade of red. The sight was incredibly goofy, Price sitting on his mattress without his hat and an embarrassed expression across his face. "Exactly Soap. If I didn't have this mask on I'd give you one hell of a wet willy." Soap recoiled with a groan "That's disgusting Gaz" he whined. "You've done the same shit to me!" He threw his arms out in offense as Ghost paddled back over to them wearing as much black as possible. "Can I have my phone?" Gaz asked himself. That'll never not be weird. Ghost silently grabbed it off the bedside table and handed it to Gaz. "Oh, here Soap" Gaz swapped out the phones in his pocket and handed it to Soap. "Cheers" he patted his pockets and pulled out a set of keys, a phone and a gum wrapper. All Price's Gaz assumed. Soap shoved everything back into his pocket and raised his eyebrows at Gaz."Right, cmon then" Gaz started towards the door and emerged into the hallway. He heard the click of his door behind him before he beelined back to the conference room

-

Once Gaz bodied the door open, he didn't think he'd ever get tired of it, Price looked up from a scattering of papers amd stationary supplies on the desk. "Good you boys are here. I've already managed to get ahold of laswell through Ghost's phone and inform her of the situation. For now we'll have to deal with it until she can arrive to help us."

"What are we supposed to do then?" Ghost asked, shifting on his feet. "Lay low, if you have to go out anywhere don't make a scene and try and be normal about it. We don't want to cause a stink." The three of them nodded along to Price's words. Gaz wasn't entirely sure this whole thing would work. What would laswell coming solve? Sure he liked the woman and she was one of the smartest people he'd ever met but what would she know about body swaps? Was she an expert in Freaky Friday? Godmanit, now Soap got that stupid movie stuck in his head. He didn't even think he'd ever watched it. Might have with his cousins at some point but it was hazy. He sighed dramatically and rubbed his fingers down his face, or rather, the stupid fucking mask he was wearing. How the hell did Ghost do it all the time? "Practice." He heard himself answer and he turned to look at where Ghost stood. He must've spoken aloud."Alright boys, suppose your hungry?" They all paused before giving hesitant confirmation. "Right then. Let's brave the cafeteria." Gaz groaned inwardly. He really didn't want to have to pretend to be Ghost. How the hell would he even eat? This was a disaster. Total dumpster fire. Like smashing bottles of vodka all over the ground and lighting up a smoke.

He was sure simply getting breakfast couldn't be that bad.

Right?

[killerpancakeburger]

I! Am! Writing!! again!!! :') and by this I mean actual paragraphs instead of some words or a couple of sentences 😅

[gwyoi]

I am not allowed to buy bar soap until I move into a house

[pyrepostings]

whumpee who's only given soft water to drink/bathe with.

[oopey-doopey]

Simon has a 20 step skin care routine that he explains each step intricately to Betty and has artisanal scrubs he imports from around the world in an organized caddy in his bathroom while Betty has a single bottle of this front and center in her apartments bathroom:

[ghastlybirdie]

Thinking about having the men in the 141 over to enjoy Dominican food cause Hispanic food is food to be SHARED with the masses

When it’s winter and the air is too cold? Time to make sancocho, a big big BIG pot of meat like chicken, beef, and pork, as well as roots like potatoes, carrots, yuca, malanga, platanos, with a bowl of rice to boat the flavors on; so filling, so rich that Price would have to break up with his mother’s roast for something that keeps his belly both FULL and WARM. The man would be comatose for how good it is, I promise

And in the morning, when Johnny finally has a day in a proper home and can eat a filling meal? Mangu. Fried eggs, fried cheese (yes, cheese, it’s really yummy), Dominican salami, and mashed platanos with butter and topped with red pickled onions?? UGH it’s so filling, it keeps him full until it’s almost dinner time, he swears! He can barely have seconds

Is it summer yet? Cause morir sonando is so sweet and delicious and cold. It’s a simple drink, orange juice and milk with splashes of vanilla and it;s just deeeelicious. Kyle is itching for it cause it’s so hot outside and he needs just a sweet drink and woah that’s so good and tangy, can he have more? Oh, you have pastelitos? What’s that, you ask? Meat of whatever you want (or if you want dessert, guava paste and cream cheese, price likes that one too) in a thin dough thats been fried to be a crispy half circle meal you can hold in your hand..!! Super delicious, Kyle bodies a half dozen in a single sitting at the cookout

Speaking of cookouts- Simon is at all of them, corona in hand and helping babysit the grill and fryer and just listen to chatter. It’s not that he doesnt want to engage, it’s just he’s waiting for the meats cause they smell delicious and heart stopping cause the burgers are great and the rice and beans are to die for- also someone had him try a chicharron with some lime and now he’s ready to dog every piece of food coming his way cause no tia or abuela would let any of these grown men go hungry for even a millisecond…

Just eat your meats first before one of the guys takes it from you

[iifishizzleii]

Yea, but what if most of us are „small and soft“?

CONGRATS🥳🎉🎉👏🏽 then u are exactly what the writers had in mind!!

and that means that the whole issue of fics having no other representation than ‘im soft and delicate and i never shit😚💞🥺’ DOES NOT APPLY TO YOU.

[arihi]

Soft asks: 3, 6, 21! ✨️

3. Reading or writing and why?

Hm, you know what - I was going to say writing, because there are rumors that I used to write, and that I haven't been very good at reading for a while on account of ADHD, but I do still enjoy reading a good bit - I love a long article or personal essay. I'm always looking at rabbit holes online. It just looks different from when I read as escapism when I was young.

6. What's my favorite candle scent?

I'm very new to candles. That sounds like a ridiculous line lol as so many that come out of my poor sheltered mouth are. I bought some candles when I went shopping with Doc last year. I have enjoyed a citrus-like scent, I just went to check the name - Midnight Blue Citrus. I like it, but it's also the only one I've experienced extensively. I'll probably like others! It's hard to convince me to buy candles/fancy soaps because they are these self-care luxuries very far removed from experience. Also I'm pretty sensitive to scents and a lot of floral candles give me massive headaches. There's one soap I enjoy that hasn't given me a headache and it's a white tea flavor from Dial.

21. I choose tea if milk tea counts, but if it doesn't then I choose coffee!

Thanks for the asks!

[jessicatates]

There will be a Soap reunion at the Hollywood Show in Los Angeles this June!