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Every so often I think of how the LOTR movies managed to cast a guy as Aragorn who is simultaneously yes, very masculine, very action-hero-y, and also someone who as a woman I would one hundred percent feel safe being alone with in any situation. Not one cynical, alpha male, smirky, appeal-to-the-jerkbros-in-the-audience fibre in his body. Just thinking about Viggo Mortensen’s Aragorn makes me feel a little calmer. Absolutely outstanding.

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when a mutuals struggling but you know you can't say anything to help so you just like their post and hope they know they're not alone

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Currently crisis-ing over the fact that ive been in this fandom for now a solid 2 (and a half?) YEARS,,,,,,,,

Yes I am a multifandom blog but by god that does not mean that I multifandom equally

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happy st. patrick’s day, here’s a reminder that the english invaded and colonized our country, attempted genocide, when that didnt work punished us for speaking our own language and enjoying our culture to the point where precious few even speak Gaeilge as a primary language, brutally crushed those who attempted to rebel, ignited a civil war intentionally so they could keep the north, fanned the flames of the Troubles, allowed prisoners to starve to death on hunger strike to send a message, treated us like 2nd class citizens in both our own country and in the UK for years, CONTINUE to fuck over the north, and now attempt to profit off our national holiday by getting really drunk even though the alcohol issues that my country is famous for are due to the above reasons. have a good one

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if i’m ever brutally murdered and everyone feels like they need to do something productive in my memory, all i want is for you to pass legislation banning LED headlights in my name. regardless of how irrelevant it is to my murder. it’s relevant to my heart.

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y'all, it is March 1st...

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Fuck - and I can’t stress this enough - yeah.

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I think the issue is that, at least in my own experience, diet culture has taken over to the point where low calorie options are damn near the ONLY options. Which is a struggle for me, when everything that gets toted around as "healthy" are also things marketed towards weight loss, when I am fighting between my own lack of appetite and medication that suppresses what little is left.

Now, I'm very aware that people being overweight is the much more prevalent issue, especially in the US, but it really does make it hard for me to get anywhere near the amount of calories daily that I need.

It would just be nice if there were better options and guides/insights to nutrition, instead of just calorie counting.

diet talk is so inexpressibly nonsensical the instant you know anything about "the human body" or "nutrition" or if you think about it for three seconds

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spin this wheel of fanfic tags. this will be the theme of your day tomorrow.

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Yes yes I know this too shall pass but christ alive man it's passing like a gotdamn kidney stone

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It feels like this every time I write a fic

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reading progressive sex ed caricatures with accurate and detailed and realistic diagrams of sexual organs + shows their variation, but all i can think about is how there is no discussion of what srs is besides the fact that it exists

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You've been randomly selected by the government to fight space aliens. Spin this wheel twice to see the two weird/niche superpowers assigned to you!

Interpret your results any way you like!

Inspiration from @miggylol

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who’s gonna tell tumblr that executive dysfunction is more than Not Doing Things?

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I want to be the first person on the moon to shoot a sniper rifle at earth and hit a wasp nest.  my whole life so far is leading up to that moment

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Hey! This is the author of this collection of fic... summaries? Glad to know I've apparently caught your attention enough for you to want to share my work! Unfortunately it doesn't look like you've included any links to any of the actual (separate!) fics, or the series that all of them are in- I would ask you to fix that, but seeing as I doubt you'll do anything but perhaps delete your post and/or block me, I've decided to go ahead and fix your post for you, free of charge 😌

(I should note! Despite these all being in one series, outside of the ones that are in their own specific series, all of these are separate plots/AU's, rather than being one big connected story ☺️💕)

𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓜𝓮 𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻

Being sent on leave was always a time of adjustment – it took a few days to settle back into the rhythm of civilian life. Losing the strictness of military schedules was hard, sometimes.

Sometimes it was nothing more than a relief – or a chance to let loose, indulge oneself in things that soldiers couldn't have while on base, much less on missions.

That's exactly what had driven Johnny this far, carefully tipping a large mirror against the wall.

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝓐𝓽 2𝓐𝓜

Being left alone with Johnny made Ghost feel like he was on the edge of some insatiable pit. If he lingered too long, let his toes slip over the crumbling boundary between him and open air, he would never escape.

So, he was somewhat wary, but assumed it was some stupid tiktok when he saw that the keyboard-mash file name ended with a .mp4.

He wasn't prepared for what he saw when the app opened.

The thumbnail was gritty from the digital compression, but it was clear enough even behind the suddenly horrendously tempting play button.

𝓕𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓸𝓾 (𝓘𝓷 𝓜𝔂 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭)

He'd gotten a few notifications already. Annoying reminders from his games, something from the recipe app he'd downloaded the last time he had leave, some popular post on Twitter. But no texts, no calls, nothing to indicate that Ghost had reached out again, for any potential reason that he might have.

It had only served to drive his anxiety through the roof. He couldn't really remember what the hell he had been thinking last night.

𝓐 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝔀𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽

(And a few good reasons why we should)

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"Sergeant," he muttered. "Are you going into heat?"

"Dinnae ken," the omega breathed, accent thick in his voice. "Ah shouldnae. Ah'm no' due fer it."

"Reactionary heat? Were you hit with anything?"

A shrug was all he got, before Johnny took in a deep breath and shuddered. "Ah should probably go lay down, sir."

𝓗𝓾𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓽𝔂

"My voice?"

That made a slight tinge of pink crawl onto Johnny's cheeks, glad that Ghost wasn't there to see it. Maybe pointing it out was stupid of him, but he was already there. "Aye, sir. Chicks go wild for a bit of a growl like ye have."

The hum of consideration that rolled through comms made Johnny feel- quite a bit more than he would ever want to admit.

𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮

Maybe it was breaking his alpha instincts, letting another alpha fuck him like he did. Maybe he was unwittingly letting Ghost bitch him, but- it didn't feel like that. Not when Soap was fucking him just as often, just as harshly, just as thoroughly.

It felt more like a slow discovery of something he hadn’t let himself explore before, finding something new to enjoy. It felt especially true when he found out how much he loved being on his knees for Ghost, in any way, in any context.

𝓐𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓮

His ruts were less a haze of possessive, sex-fueled rage, and more of a massive fucking discomfort. His skin always felt too tight, too small – like there was an itch under the layers of flesh, in his very bones that he couldn't reach.

But that was before he returned to Mexico. Before he spent what could've been hours helping his sergeant through bloody, rain-slick streets.

𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮

John: So, if you're not here for a relationship, what are you here for? ;)

Simon: I don't think most people on this app are here for relationships.

John: Lmao, you're not wrong

Simon: And I don't assume you're here for something like that either

John: Nope, just looking for some fun

~~~

How long will it take for "fun" to turn into more? Perhaps not as long as you'd think.

𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓱, 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮

At first, it started with comments subtle enough that Ghost wasn't sure if the kid was actually flirting or just trying to flatter him. It took a while for him to build up to that tone filled with innuendo and swagger, the change slow enough that he didn’t even realize until Price was the one to cut it off in the middle of a goddamn mission. Soap had, of course, stopped running his mouth – for that mission at least.

It didn’t stop him from starting up again once they got to exfil, on their way back to base, or on every other goddamn mission.

~~~

Soap is down bad, and Ghost can't stand him. At least at first.

𝓔𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓽

Johnny couldn't keep doing this.

Simon had, once again, gone to get fucking hammered at the bar. Usually Johnny would go with him, be a good boyfriend, and help him stumble up the stairs back to their room, but he just… couldn't, this time. He was tired of having to do it.

Gaz had tried to talk him into breaking up with the man before they left. Johnny told him that he would, even, because he was tired of it all. But, well…

~~~

Johnny's at the end of his rope with his shitty boyfriend, knowing that he can't keep dragging it out even longer. All it takes is one night to change that, though.

𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓹 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓵𝔂, 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓮𝓼

“Well, if you’re open to harebrained schemes, sir…”

Both Gaz and Price sighed, almost in stereo, and Soap snickered.

Still, Price held out the olive branch regardless. “What’s your stupid idea, then?”

“Let me lead him, sir,” he said, meeting Gaz’s eyes as the man gave him an incredulous look. “Let him chase me, I’ll get him out.”

“Soap, he’ll maul you,” Price protested immediately.

~~~

Aka, Ghost is in rut and incapacitated, but they need to get him out.

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮���� 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 (𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭, 𝓼𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓿𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓼)

When the sergeant first arrived, it was nothing special. The fact that he was an omega was a surprise, but nothing more than a mildly interesting footnote as far as Ghost was concerned.

So no, his little infatuation with Soap was no ‘love at first sight’ bullshit.

His interest fluttered to life, not upon seeing Soap’s pretty face, or picking up on the sweet scent of an omega – but rather when he saw just how bloody and vicious the man could be.

𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼

It took a second, but Ghost felt fury building up in his belly at the thought – some fucking wanker going around, finding people- leaving Johnny in the corner as if he was undesireable. As if he wasn’t the one thing that Ghost wanted to get his hands on at all times.

“He- what the fuck, Johnny? So he’s just having you sit back and watch-”

“I- no, no, that’s not-” Soap frowned, the expression almost more of a pout as he waved his hand dismissively. “He likes watchin’ me fuck around with other lads.”

~~~

Or, Soap's husband is into cucking. Soap... isn't so sure about it.

And if anyone is wondering, you can look at the end notes of "maybe i can waste your time" for the note tying this blog to my works :)

𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻

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Being sent on leave was always a time of adjustment – it took a few days to settle back into the rhythm of civilian life. Losing the strictness of military schedules was hard, sometimes.

Sometimes it was nothing more than a relief – or a chance to let loose, indulge oneself in things that soldiers couldn't have while on base, much less on missions.

That's exactly what had driven Johnny this far, carefully tipping a large mirror against the wall.

Being left alone with Johnny made Ghost feel like he was on the edge of some insatiable pit. If he lingered too long, let his toes slip over the crumbling boundary between him and open air, he would never escape.

So, he was somewhat wary, but assumed it was some stupid tiktok when he saw that the keyboard-mash file name ended with a .mp4.

He wasn't prepared for what he saw when the app opened.

The thumbnail was gritty from the digital compression, but it was clear enough even behind the suddenly horrendously tempting play button.

He'd gotten a few notifications already. Annoying reminders from his games, something from the recipe app he'd downloaded the last time he had leave, some popular post on Twitter. But no texts, no calls, nothing to indicate that Ghost had reached out again, for any potential reason that he might have.

It had only served to drive his anxiety through the roof. He couldn't really remember what the hell he had been thinking last night.

"Sergeant," he muttered. "Are you going into heat?"

"Dinnae ken," the omega breathed, accent thick in his voice. "Ah shouldnae. Ah'm no' due fer it."

"Reactionary heat? Were you hit with anything?"

A shrug was all he got, before Johnny took in a deep breath and shuddered. "Ah should probably go lay down, sir."

"My voice?"

That made a slight tinge of pink crawl onto Johnny's cheeks, glad that Ghost wasn't there to see it. Maybe pointing it out was stupid of him, but he was already there. "Aye, sir. Chicks go wild for a bit of a growl like ye have."

The hum of consideration that rolled through comms made Johnny feel- quite a bit more than he would ever want to admit.

Maybe it was breaking his alpha instincts, letting another alpha fuck him like he did. Maybe he was unwittingly letting Ghost bitch him, but- it didn't feel like that. Not when Soap was fucking him just as often, just as harshly, just as thoroughly.

It felt more like a slow discovery of something he hadn’t let himself explore before, finding something new to enjoy. It felt especially true when he found out how much he loved being on his knees for Ghost, in any way, in any context.

His ruts were less a haze of possessive, sex-fueled rage, and more of a massive fucking discomfort. His skin always felt too tight, too small – like there was an itch under the layers of flesh, in his very bones that he couldn't reach.

But that was before he returned to Mexico. Before he spent what could've been hours helping his sergeant through bloody, rain-slick streets.

John: So, if you're not here for a relationship, what are you here for? ;)

Simon: I don't think most people on this app are here for relationships.

John: Lmao, you're not wrong

Simon: And I don't assume you're here for something like that either

John: Nope, just looking for some fun

~~~

How long will it take for "fun" to turn into more? Perhaps not as long as you'd think.

At first, it started with comments subtle enough that Ghost wasn't sure if the kid was actually flirting or just trying to flatter him. It took a while for him to build up to that tone filled with innuendo and swagger, the change slow enough that he didn’t even realize until Price was the one to cut it off in the middle of a goddamn mission. Soap had, of course, stopped running his mouth – for that mission at least.

It didn’t stop him from starting up again once they got to exfil, on their way back to base, or on every other goddamn mission.

~~~

Soap is down bad, and Ghost can't stand him. At least at first.

Johnny couldn't keep doing this.

Simon had, once again, gone to get fucking hammered at the bar. Usually Johnny would go with him, be a good boyfriend, and help him stumble up the stairs back to their room, but he just… couldn't, this time. He was tired of having to do it.

Gaz had tried to talk him into breaking up with the man before they left. Johnny told him that he would, even, because he was tired of it all. But, well…

~~~

Johnny's at the end of his rope with his shitty boyfriend, knowing that he can't keep dragging it out even longer. All it takes is one night to change that, though.

“Well, if you’re open to harebrained schemes, sir…”

Both Gaz and Price sighed, almost in stereo, and Soap snickered.

Still, Price held out the olive branch regardless. “What’s your stupid idea, then?”

“Let me lead him, sir,” he said, meeting Gaz’s eyes as the man gave him an incredulous look. “Let him chase me, I’ll get him out.”

“Soap, he’ll maul you,” Price protested immediately.

~~~

Aka, Ghost is in rut and incapacitated, but they need to get him out.

When the sergeant first arrived, it was nothing special. The fact that he was an omega was a surprise, but nothing more than a mildly interesting footnote as far as Ghost was concerned.

So no, his little infatuation with Soap was no ‘love at first sight’ bullshit.

His interest fluttered to life, not upon seeing Soap’s pretty face, or picking up on the sweet scent of an omega – but rather when he saw just how bloody and vicious the man could be.

It took a second, but Ghost felt fury building up in his belly at the thought – some fucking wanker going around, finding people- leaving Johnny in the corner as if he was undesireable. As if he wasn’t the one thing that Ghost wanted to get his hands on at all times.

“He- what the fuck, Johnny? So he’s just having you sit back and watch-”

“I- no, no, that’s not-” Soap frowned, the expression almost more of a pout as he waved his hand dismissively. “He likes watchin’ me fuck around with other lads.”

~~~

Or, Soap's husband is into cucking. Soap... isn't so sure about it.

what do we think???