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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

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Imagine small talk with Simon the morning after he finds you from Johnny's hidden clues.

It's softer than you would have expected after the way he manhandled you the night before.

Maybe reserved is the right word.

He tucks you into his side, and pulls your hand over his heart as he presses his chin to the top of your head as if he wants to drop a kiss there but doesn't know how.

He had no trouble kissing last night. Pulled you right in as soon as you opened the door, fingers tucking around your neck as he lifted his mask and thumb tilting your jaw to draw your lips to his for the deepest first kiss you'd ever had before grasping your hips and lifting you with ease to move you back into the entryway so he could clear the door, kicking it closed behind him.

He was bigger than Johnny in every way: height, hands, chest, cock.

The connection was instant. A little disconcerting but not enough to turn you off. Turn you out was more like it.

Where Johnny was patient and wormed his way under your skin and into your desire, Simon just took your want as a given. After all, you called to him first. Who was he to deny you.

It was one thing, though, to bare your soul in a shared altered consciousness. Quite another to find yourself wrapped around a tree of man, gasping for breath and never wanting to come up for air. You had an inkling Simon would be just as adept as Johnny at finding all your trigger spots.

What you didn't count on was how much more demanding Simon was on his way down your front hall and into your bedroom. He had plans for your body, places he wanted to touch, shapes he intended to mold you into. He wasn't interested in small talk in the moment.

But now, here, eyes blinking open as you slumble back to consciousness, you can feel him slip into the silent giant Johnny warned you about. Sense he's gonna wanna run if you push too hard on any of his scars, so it's "early, huh?" and "can you stay long?" and "light bite or full breakfast?" instead of the "i love you" bubbling at the back of your throat.

He'll get there.

there

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There's a gaz/ass/gazz joke in here somewhere if I was witty

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He is particularly critical of how economists treat environmental damage as “externalities”—costs not included in economic calculations—which leads to the undervaluation of nature’s essential services like clean air, water, and biodiversity. In much of the literature on this subject, water, air quality are part of the “commons” that we all consume and have a fundamental right to access since no human or other life can survive without them. That right to the fundamental physical commons supersedes any manmade economic systems.

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we share a warriors bond (we were both in the same fandom at the same time and now neither of us are in that fandom anymore but we’re still beloved mutuals)

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Ma'am, don't make me blush, @littlefreya

Imagine Johnny is a dream walker.

He can insert himself into your mind while you sleep and share thoughts at varying levels of intensity depending on his intentions, but only if he has an intimate physical connection with you.

Imagine he's home on leave, fresh off a particularly harrowing tf141 mission, but too new into his situationship with Ghost to make it a thing. Not quite sure how to get Simon to let anyone else know; still uncertain how to make him believe it's meant to be.

Imagine he finds you at your lowest, but sees something in your jagged edges, something so broken and familiar. And he's drawn to it. Drawn to you. Props you up, embraces your pain, finds a way to soothe it. Through whispers in the night. Secrets woven into the fabric of your subconscious.

As his relationship with Ghost solidifies, his time on leave includes fewer and fewer meetings with you, but the time is always worth it. Imagine feeling refreshed and healed every morning despite the way he ravishes your body in the nights before.

Imagine knowing the moment he's gone. Feeling the filament of his bright light pop deep in your soul. It's sudden and disorienting, but nowhere near as unnerving as the moment you finally fall asleep after sobbing all your heartache away and find yourself dreaming of a man you've never met in your life.

You can't even see his shape, can't identify the form. But your subconscious knows him, knows everything about him. The mask. The scars. The pain. You can feel a shaky tether, not enough tension in the rope to draw him to you for real. But you wake knowing Johnny left him for you (and you for him) and you spend every evening muscling your way into the depths of the billions of miles of neurons in your mind to find the clues he left. A face. A name. Anything.

Imagine when you find it. The shock of awaking inside his dream giving way quickly to relief as you realize how you got there. Johhny blazed a trail for you, all those quiet secrets and whispered promises. You know he had to have done the same for Simon.

Imagine sensing his alarms going off; the way Ghost thrashes in his sleep, trying to rid his dreams of your intrusion. Imagine how he slowly calms as you call out to him silently from thousands of miles away. Recount stories only one other person should know to prove your worth to him.

The wet dreams are an added bonus. And they hold no candle to the reunion when Simon finally figures it all out for himself and finds you, the real you, knocking on your door and taking up where Johnny left off.

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Eyes black, big paws And it's poison in his blood A big fire, big burn Into the ashes and no return

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A little break before we go on with Nikto

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