#notes to the ghost

[sonysakura]

Mystery Skulls Animated - Ghost (Oct 26th, 2014)

Ten years ago on this day...

[alicentflorent]

I admire Ella Purnell’s commitment to taking time out of her busy schedule to make her regular guest appearances as a mean lesbian ghost on yellowjackets

[hatsbuckets]

Imagine Ghost accidentally conditioning the 141...

Ghost is busy. Always. Too much paperwork, too many reports, too many logistics to handle before training. It’s 1400 before he realizes he’s skipped lunch. Again.

Not a big deal. Not the first time. Won’t be the last.

But he is hungry.

His eyes land on the bright pink bag of Valentine’s Day mini Snickers that’s been sitting, untouched, on his desk for a week. They were part of a bulk shipment to the base; some gift or something.

Not exactly lunch. But it’ll do.

He grabs the bag and heads for the training field. He’s two minutes late, not that it matters much because Soap and Gaz already have the unit ready.

"Where’s Price?" he asks, tearing open the bag as he walks up.

"Got pulled away. You’ve got this one, Sir," Gaz replies, raising a brow as Ghost lifts his mask just enough to pop a Snickers into his mouth.

Ghost doesn’t react, just grunts.

Today’s drill is a simple infiltration exercise. Hell, it's something Ghost or Price hardly have to be here for. Their presence would be more of a formality. Gaz leads the attackers. Soap leads the defenders. The teams get ten minutes to plan, to prep.

And then Ghost sounds the time up, and the groups move.

Ghost watches, leaning against a crate, chewing another Snickers, barely paying attention to one of the new guys—until the kid steps right into a trap. Ghost sees it before he does.

Blue powder erupts into his face.

Soap’s defenders descend, but the kid doesn’t go down easily. Blind, but still fighting back, holding his own until his team pulls him out.

Soap's team wins. Barely.

When it’s over, the teams regroup. Ghost is still eating Snickers.

He turns to the recruit, still dusted blue.

"What 'appened?"

"Didn’t see the wire." The kid shifts uncomfortably.

Ghost turns to the unit. "Who set it?"

One of the defenders raises a hand. Ghost considers him for a moment before reaching into the bag.

He tosses a mini-Snickers at the soldier.

The guy catches it. Looks at it. Looks at Ghost. Eats it.

Ghost turns back to the newbie. "Held your own. Tha' matters. Surprises happen. Don’t let ‘em get you again."

And that’s it. Training’s dismissed. Ghost pockets the rest of the Snickers and moves on.

...

The next day, Price is still gone. Ghost doesn’t skip lunch this time, but he still brings the Snickers bag.

They run the same drill.

Same recruit. Same route. But this time, he checks everything. Quick. Efficient. Finds the wire. Disarms it.

No blue powder today.

Gaz’s team wins.

Ghost eyes the recruit and flicks a Snickers at him. The kid catches it mid-air.

...

By the end of the week, Price is still gone. Ghost keeps the pink bag of Snickers on him during training. Like it's just another part of his kit.

One or two mini snickers get handed out every session. And nobody really notices at first. But the team starts moving differently.

They work harder. Smarter. More ruthless. More efficient. No one wants to be the guy who doesn’t get a Snickers.

Even the veterans sharpen their tactics. Gaz and Soap notice. But no one says a damn thing. If Ghost is going to give them snickers, then shut the gel up and let him give them snickers.

...

They're sent on a mission. High stakes.

They don't lose a single man. Not a single injury.

At the end of it, back on their transport home, Ghost pulls the pink danm bag from some unassuming pocket and hands out the snickers.

The men take them without question. They earned it.

But Ghost is running low. The bag nearly empty.

...

At the next training, Ghost doesn't hand out a single snickers. Not on purpose, but the bag is empty, so there's nothing left to do.

But the others notice. Gaz squints. Soap looks like a confused dog. Head tilt and all. The newbies glance at each other, shifting.

...

Two days later, Ghost swings his door open at 0600 sharp—and pauses.

Sitting just outside his door, neat as you please, is a bag of mini Snickers. Not the Valentine’s ones anymore. Just regular.

Ghost blinks. Hums. Pleasantly surprised, he picks up the bag, inspecting it briefly before stuffing it into his tac vest like it’s just another piece of gear.

He doesn’t think much of it. It’s a good snack.

At training, he does as he always does. Watches. Observes. Evaluates.

And then, without thinking, he tosses a Snickers at a recruit who clears a building faster than expected.

He snaps to attention as he catches it, eyes shining. Ghost does not question it.

The pattern continues.

And when he starts running low, Ghost finds a fresh bag of Snickers waiting for him.

Somebody—somewhere—has decided that the Snickers will not run out.

...

At training, at drills, in the field, there is a silent expectation. A new, unspoken rule. Do something exceptional? Get a Snickers.

The machine of the 141—the deadliest operators in the world—now snaps to attention at the crinkle of plastic.

They move with a ruthless kind of precision, bodies coiled, eyes sharp—waiting, anticipating.

Even Gaz and Soap are part of it now—though everyone refuses to acknowledge it outright.

But the moment Ghost hands one of his men a Snickers, he takes it.

Silently. Gratefully. Like a goddamn reward.

Ghost does not acknowledge this. Not out loud. But he keeps handing them out.

And they keep earning them.

They'd quite literally kill for a Snickers. (imagine what they'd do for an expensive piece of chocolate)

...

And then Price comes back three weeks later. He walks into the training area and pauses.

Something is off.

The unit is too sharp. Too focused. The newbies stand stock still in their group, as if waiting for something.

Gaz and Soap exchange a look. Soap refuses to meet Price’s eyes.

But he doesn't acknowledge it, until he begins unwrapping a plastic sleeve holding a new pen. The plastic is thick and loud. And half of their fucking head snaps his way. The hungry eyes of three dozen of soldiers latching on him.

Ghost, standing at the edge of the group, tears open a fresh bag of Snickers.

And now the entire fucking unit reacts. Subtle shifts in stance. Focused attention. Expectant silence.

Price squints. Frowns.

Ghost flicks a Snickers at a recruit. He earned it today.

The recruit catches it like it’s a holy offering and eats it immediately.

Price’s frown deepens. Slowly, carefully, he turns to Ghost. “The fuck did I miss?”

more

[sunflwrapple]

Y/N : I’ll do anything you want

Ghost : anything?

Y/N : anything.

Ghost : drink more water

Y/N : what?

Ghost : go outside, get back on your workout routine, stop procrastinating—

Y/N : wait—

Ghost : continue pursuing education, achieve acclamations, manifest the best version of yourself.

Y/N : WAIT— NO— PLEASE—

[phantom-of-the-barrel]

can i just say that your url is amazing. i want to steal it/j.

Thank you, I’m glad you like it!

[junodoom]

birthday comic for wen ning 🏹

it’s still april 11th in my time zone. this counts

[tired-all-the-time22]

The benefits of having a boyfriend that’s strong enough to pick you up

[crsssie]

husband - professor!simon riley x professor!reader

Every now and then, Simon gets a student who doesn’t seem to get it past their skull that he’s happily married and not looking for a side chick or mistress.

He can usually tell in the first handful of classes, brow raised as they ask him to visit office hours, shirt peeking a little too low, smile a little too uncanny for his taste. He finds that typically as long as he plays uninterested and talk more about his wife, most of them learn to back down.

Now, occasionally, he gets a student who just doesn’t back down.

In those cases, he entertains the office hours, forcing you to stay back and lounge on the couch when they visit, extra affectionate with you when they walk in, ring on his finger extra polished and your matching one visible when you work.

You find it hilarious when you reach for his tea, lips around his straw as you continue to work on your research, drinking up the way his student’s eye twitches at his blatant displays of affection. You’re his “beloved” when the student walks in, and his “one and only” when they’re almost out of hearing range. You get a kiss when you walk him to class, and you peek into his class so much more to drop off drinks as long as the student doesn’t back down.

He refuses to hold an office hour with the student if you’re not available to hang around. He’d much rather be called a shitty professor than a shitty husband.

He can find another job. Not another you.

[wonderwomanpleasesteponme]

Val wondering Gotham trying to enjoy her vacation visiting her family in the city: *notices Robin and a ghost arguing*

Val who has gotten better with her ghost hatred and is less 'shoot first ask questions later' when it comes to ghosts and really doesn't want to mess up time with family whom she hardly sees by fighting with one: not my monkeys not my circus.

Robin shouting loud enough for her liminal hearing to pick up: you don't want to kill me? Not after I took your place as both father and grandfather's heir? Don't take me for a fool ahki.

Val: huh Robin's brothers with that ghost.

Val: *looks more closely at the ghost Robin is arguing with realizing it's Phantom*

Val hurriedly putting on her suit to fly up there: MY MONKEY MY CIRCUS

[partiallysame]

Ghost and Soap were both dead asleep in their barrack until the faintest gasp woke them up. Neither of them were deep sleepers but something about that noise was almost familiar and it jolted them awake. Another gasp followed by a drawn out “fuuuck” had the two sitting up straight in their beds, each turning towards the other, making sure it wasn’t just a dream. A higher pitched gasp could be heard through the wall. The wall separating their room from yours. Their cocks starting to stir to life at the realization that you were in there moaning. Unspoken and through eye contact they agreed to silently listen and maybe do what they needed to but not to make a big deal out of it. Until much louder than the other noises came a “fuck Lieutenant”. Now they are both on their feet and Ghost has a shit eating grin on his face bc you’re in that room touching yourself to the thought of him. No that can’t be right “lass probably meant to say Sargent.” Soap simply would not believe it.

And now they are both barreling through their door just to swing yours open. The two needed answers. Ghost needed to be proved right and Soap needed to prove him wrong. Had they fantasized about you? Yes. often? Yes. About you touching yourself to the thought of them? Yes. now dreams were about to become reality. They could hear the lewd wet sounds of you fingering yourself through the door. Until they swung your door open and they were not met with you naked and alone in the room but instead your body was covered by a man (a lieutenant from a dif area of the base). One arm keeping himself up while the other was down your panties and knuckle deep in your pussy. The two were frozen at the door as his head turned to look at them, removing his dripping wet fingers from your pussy and sliding them into his mouth with an exaggerated pop. (Ghost wanted to cut those fingers off of him and soap couldn’t decide if he wanted to help ghost or suck your juices off of the man’s fingers himself)

“Sargent MacTavish. Lieutenant Riley. Nice to see you” with a cocky smirk and silky voice, now the only man in the room who was actually invited was leaving. Finally revealing you only in your bra and visibly soaked panties. If looks could kill the two men left still standing in your doorway would’ve evaporated into dust as you redressed yourself.

“What the fuck do you two want?”

With an embarrassingly high pitched “nothing” the two went running from your room.

[bloodfin]

all of us after that chapter

[random-cockroach]

"Rest easy" by @/largishcat

And "Red gold"

[galactic-rhea]

The saviour of the galaxy is currently summoning his father, the ex-evil-wizard-warrior-nun and a semigod who redeemed himself out of love for his family after decades of suffering and pain, from beyond the grave, surely they're discussing the secrets of the universe and the knowledge only a deity can understand

[roses-and-revolutions]

DP x DC Prompt:

Because of their liminal biology, there are only a few products made by the exclusively living that actually work on them. That being said:

Sam, a natural blonde, is distraught to find out that her favorite brand of hair dye is being discontinued and pulled from shelves immediately!

She spends weeks trying to find a new dye that didn't wash out immediately, fade away in a couple of days, or give her an allergic reaction. It was driving her crazy, waking up every morning and having to see her blonde roots in the mirror.

And if Dash said she would look better as a blonde one more time, someone would be coming to school next week a ghost, and it wasn't her.

She had almost given up hope, when Tucker and Danny, like knights in shining armor, presented her with the familiar black box.

First, she interrogated them. Did they go back in the past for it? They weren't allowed to time travel anymore unless it was because of a mission from Clockwork. The last time they traveled time indiscriminately, it resulted in Amity Park's permanent residence within the Zone.

After pleading their innocence, they explained to her that while time-traveling was off the table, dimension-hopping was not. And after weeks of searching, they found the DC universe. Which, to their surprise, was much more similar to their home dimension than any of the others they've been to.

Hearing this, Sam becomes a bit jealous. She wanted to go dimension-hopping too! So she tells a big fat lie and says that they got the wrong color dye and that it would be better if she went and picked it herself.

They knew she was lying. They knew the color dye she used by heart but they wouldn't say anything. If Sam wanted to go dimension-hopping then she was, no ifs or buts.

Danny opens a portal to the DC universe, specifically to the city where they got the dye. And upon seeing the city, Sam fell in love. After high school, she was going to live there, no matter how much information she needed to forage. The gunshots from a couple of blocks over didn't deter her from her decision either.

[sunflwrapple]

[Older bf!Simon]

Y/N : why was there 5,000 transferred to my account?

Ghost : oh I thought that was gonna hit Monday

Ghost : for you, lovie

Ghost : you deserve it

Y/N : wait huh???

Y/N : for me? For what?

Y/N : just cause??

Ghost : gotta make sure my baby gets stuff paid for

Ghost : because you spending my money turns me on

[phantom-of-the-barrel]

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