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i cant stop thinking about them omg someone save me

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if you ship curly x jimmy, (dis)respectfully get the hell away from me

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In my restless dreams.. I’m so fucking lost

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The one where Johnny is gone, and so is Simon Riley.

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Losing Soap had been… tough on the task force, to say the least. He was their beacon of light, a ray of sun shining in even the darkest of hours, capable of lifting anyone’s spirits with his infectious smile. His give-no-fucks and upbeat attitude could make the most hopeless man alive faithful. He is—was one of the most valuable and irreplaceable men that anyone on Task Force 141 had ever met, let alone work beside. And while the loss of the bubbly Sargent weighed heavy on all of the team, the one most affected was Simon.

Simon, who claimed he was a ghost of a man, had found life in John. In the way his bright, ocean blue eyes sparkled when he spoke of something he found interesting; in the way his dorky haircut, which Simon had once found to look stupid, now thought of as endearing; in the way Soap was never afraid of the hulking man behind the mask, never afraid of the Ghost. Johnny had never cowered from Simon’s piercing stare, never gawked in terror and awe as he saw the man stalking through the halls, as other recruits did. No, Johnny stood right up next to Simon and gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder paired with the words of saving him a seat on the helo. Simon had once thought the man to be annoying, just another new guy to work with. He never imaged how much more he would turn into.

His teammate. His best friend. His…everything.

So, naturally, Simon had been quite conflicted lately. Always wanting to glance down the halls in search of the Scot, only to painfully remember he won’t see him again. Saving him a spot on the helo, just like Soap had done for him so many times, only to have someone remind him that John’s not coming this time. Yearning to go to Johnny’s room in the middle of the night and gently rap his knuckles along the wood and see his boy, only to be met by silence. It was fucking ruining him. All those days he had spent with Soap, he had been Simon Riley, a living, breathing man. But now, that life had been ripped away from him once again, leaving nothing behind but the Ghost. A shell of a man, really, brutal and ruthless and full of shadows now that Johnny wasn’t around to chase them away. And he may still be breathing, but he stopped living the same day John did.

After all, how can a man survive without ever seeing the sun?

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introducing … e !!

hi, i’m eeeeeelectric! or you can just call me e.

she / her. writing. nineteen. # 1 soap enthusiast.

➛ ̔ fandoms ̕ . ͙ ⋆ ∿ ້ ꤮

call of duty. red dead redemption. star wars. star wars : jedi. silent hill 2. stardew valley. mouthwashing. new girl. the office ( us ). friends. the empyrean. throne of glass. harry potter. the shawshank redemption. red queen. dexter. game of thrones.

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➛ ̔ music ̕ . ͙ ⋆ ∿ ້ ꤮

hozier, marty robbins, superheaven, linkin park, drake, alan jackson, zach top, george strait, 3 doors down, weezer, midland, garth brooks, tame impala, evanescence, greta van fleet, bee gees, colter wall.

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➛ ̔ likes ̕ . ͙ ⋆ ∿ ້ ꤮

books, music, guitar ( spanish classic ), volleyball, tennis, gym, video games, piano, cats, men, flowers, cowboy boots, horses, summer, warmth, daytime, literature, poetry, john “ soap “ mactavish, andy dufresne.

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➛ ̔ dni ̕ . ͙ ⋆ ∿ ້ ꤮

i honestly don’t really care who interacts with my blog as long as they aren’t being harmful or disrespectful. if you are being rude or hateful on my page, i won’t hesitate to block you. other than that, i absolutely do not like extreme gore. i’m fine with nsfw and don’t mind suggestive content.

this is my first ever tumblr account! i made it just for fun and to share my writing, so don’t expect regular updates. i’m also quite new to writing fanfiction, and would love suggestions or tips! other than that, i hope you enjoy my blog! :)

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I always giggle when I think about it...

Am I psycho?

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john soap mactavish aka the winter soldier

reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.

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i made this, don’t kill me

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It was a mistake to watch that tape 📼

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This is my comfort character but if I think about them for too long I take incredible amounts of psychic damage

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I just think Curly

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Simon isn't sentimental, but sometimes, after too many doubles, he'll find himself back on his gallery, back at the video.

It's blurry. The person holding the camera is having a hard time recording with their laughter, but he can clearly see Soap's face and hear the outrage.

"Wit dae ye mean ye cannae understaun me? A fuckin asked if yer wantin haulf ma piece, a dinnae ask if yer wantin yer hole. Aye or naw, ya git."

His brows are furrowed, blue eyes narrowed in a act of irritation to disguise how his lip twitches with the beginning of a smirk.

As Simon rewinds it, he wonders how much of the man will be lost in time. How much of Johnny did they lose in the wind before they brought an empty urn home.

If Simon has to use the video to remember his voice, how long will it be before he has to use a picture to remember his face.

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I'm so suffering from jimmy x curly i can't. It's so wrong and yet...

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Making the people you adore laugh is literally everything

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you read stuff on wattpad for shit and giggles where most of the fics there are reader-inserted ones written in 1st person pov where y/n is a barely legal white girl with blonde hair and blue “orbs” who’s so smol and fragile that she’s dependent entirely on this morally questionable guy who’s killing people for a living but for some reason happens to have a soft spot for her.

you read real actual literature on archive of our own where it’s two middle aged men, who are each other’s sworn enemies, with tragic past, trauma and strong homoerotic tension. and while they’ve made each other bleed, killed each other’s friends and loved ones out of jealousy / possessiveness, lied and betrayed and manipulated, the rawness, depth, complexity and slow burn will keep you up all night, haunt you during your day and possibly change your life forever. and also the sex isn’t just smut. the sex is poetry that puts Shakespeare to shame

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subscribing to a fic isn’t enough I need the author to blast a bat signal into the night sky whenever they update

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TikTokers are such pussies when it comes to ships. “B-but they’re not canon 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😖😖” honey back in my day we shipped characters from entirely different medias uphill both ways in the snow