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now if you ignore my chronic absence from the internet i could use some quick help. my ap euro class is doing a project on 60s-90s subcultures and i chose punk. so like i need punk bands from that time preferably european with a close eye on the brit’s

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the way i almost bought this…

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happy one year to my tumblr. have yall missed me?

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oh my gid your actually too sweet

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Reblog if you have the best mutuals.

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they’re so silly

ugh i dont have enough mutuals

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Came across a cool challenge on Instagram and thought to bring it over here, it’s probably already been done on here before, but heh 👀

type in Pinterest: ‘Me as a Painting’ and only take the first four images these were mine

tagging: @neptun4ngel @abodyhasbeenfound @oftheblue @moonshapedbox @stars-of-the-heart @crypticcuneiform @kittyfolklore

@step-on-me-handong @stars-and-leather + anyone else who comes across and wants to do it 🩷🎀🌸

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Not sure what to call this AU...

[ 1 - you are here / 2 - next ]

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good omens bmw motorcycle spotted in the wild

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hey you never know where i might be hiding

good night musical posters

good night marvel posters

good night ghost from cod staring at me from two different angles

good night pride flag

i wanted a mw3 poster but they were all more expensive than the game or hideous!

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good night musical posters

good night marvel posters

good night ghost from cod staring at me from two different angles

good night pride flag

i wanted a mw3 poster but they were all more expensive than the game or hideous!

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i’m stuck on the idea of soap who befriended ghost initially to get to the end suite bathroom so eat tf up.

soap just touched down from a grueling 6 day mission. he claims he got all of 4 hours of sleep throughout the whole thing and had no time to even wipe the dirt off his face. he wasn’t bleeding onto the floor so by his standards he didn’t need emergency medical attention.

he was going to go to his room to sleep after returning his gear to the armory (it’s on the way to the barracks) he finally feels the called on mud on his shirt and pants and just about everywhere. there’s no way the first place he visits before his nap is the communal (officer) bathroom.

stumbling due to exhaustion he opens ghosts door with his key and just leans against it for a second after it closes.

ghost just pauses from his puzzle and looks at him. there was no real implications behind this look other than “if you collapse i might catch you.”

closing his eyes he grabs a towel he left in his room off of the bathroom door in his way in.

taking off his clothes was a task itself. a large blotchy bruise covered the area of a few ribs and a decent amount of road rash covered his legs. he definitely needed some tylenol.

mud was covering his body, and blood from unknown sources made his clothes stick to his skin. soap was not about to give up now, even though he was in pain.

the shower turned on and as he stepped in he couldn’t help but lean against the wall. the hot water was making his exhausted body even more tired. he went to grab his shampoo, (ghost used 3 in one) but it wasn’t there. using 3 in one isn’t bad, he just was hoping that he could get actually clean.

as he lathered up his hair the last of the adrenaline wore off, and he was so tired he just sat down. falling asleep in the process.

ghost had finished his puzzle before he realized soap hadn’t come out of the shower. the worst situations came to mind, he was bleeding out, he had hit his head, he just fucking croaked. ghost stood and knocked on the door of his bathroom. nothing. opening the door showed no extreme amounts blood or a body.

he slowly pushed open the shower curtain and saw an asleep soap who definitely was not dead. he threw some water on to the man and woke him up.

a towel was then thrown into the shower (after the water was off) and ghost left. nudity didn’t really frighten them anymore, but he clearly wasn’t feeling great.

after a few minutes soap came out, and promptly stole a t-shirt and grabbed some boxers. he then takes ghost’s blanket and walks away.

two days later when ghost finally is over using his shitty wool blanket he marches over to the sergeants room and yanks it away from (sleeping) soap, places a bottle of advil and a glass of water on the night stand and takes his shirt and leaves.

“fuck you ghost.”

“take three every 4 hours” ghost responds before shutting the door and leaving.

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ghost is a world renowned sniper, he has a level of patience that most can’t comprehend. he has sat or laid in positions that are a bit less then comfortable for hours. this does not pair well with the fact that he is subsequently aging (34 with he life experience of 70). his back kills him when he gets back from missions more often then not.

these aches don’t require any prescription or even warrant a medical visit. he just sleeps it off or toughs it out. occasionally he’ll take a hot shower if he’s been hunched for a long time. he managed for almost 20 years so it just became routine. well mostly.

soap caught him on a particularly bad day. he was laying on his side with his hips rotated down to take the pressure off his back when soap knocked. the fucker probably need to shower or something and got to used to the en suite. he knocked now as a warning to get unnaked fast (long story) then an actual ask to come in.

“ghost am i interrupting?” soap looked horrified, ghost realized it looked like he was jerking off.

“no, back hurts like a bloody cunt.” soap just hummed and walked into the bathroom. the shower went on and then a nondescript amount of time later turned off.

ghost had moved to laying fully on his stomach with a pillow on his lower back. something about the weight made the pain subside.

“whatcha got here then?” soap said snatching the pillow. ghost was normally pretty decent at not showing pain even if he’s in pain, but this was another level, like top 10 worst pain experiences in his life.

“give it back or i’ll kill you.” ghost grit out, he whipped around too fast.

“alright then, need me to rub your back?” soap asked, “no homo.” ghost considered, genuinely considered.

“no, but can you sit on it.”

why the fuck did he say that. he taught his dog how to do it a while back for his leave but soap, well soap was NOT his dog.

“sure uh, how?”

“sit on my back, my lower back.”

soap carefully climbed onto his bed, and then slowly sat onto ghosts back. the reaction was instant, his muscles all relaxed and the pain went from a 8 to like a 2.

this became a need after a while, a weighted pillow that randomly showed up didn’t do the same effect as a 200lb man.

he would go to soap ( and gaz’ ) room for some damn pain relief.

he was kicked out once when gaz walked in and though soap was getting absolutely fucked. never has he seen someone of that height throw anything that hard.

the picture that was taken the next time gaz walked in is definitely in some fraternization case file in prices desk, even though they do not hook up, and are not actually together.

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need yall to decide what i’m writing and posting next

i’ll post more rambles and crap too. and definitely put out chapter 2 of scars and silence.

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erm so sorry about going mia for like months but ngl i lost interest in the fandom for a while so now that i got it back (i forgot i love fandom spaces) you should be seeing some more content coming from me. anyways thanks to that one guest who left kudos on my fic and reinspired me.

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reblog this if your account is a safe space for polyamorous and non-monag people or is owned by someone who is polyamorous or non-monogamous

op is a monogamous person who felt they haven't seen enough posts acknowledging this part of the queer community outside of non-monogamous circles and blogs

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What if Soap didn't die in the tunnels that day? What if the body they had recovered wasn't him?

And almost a year later, Ghost gets his hands on a set of photographs that show that the love of his life is still miraculously alive, living in London.

Now what if when Ghost desperately rushed to find him again and was finally standing in front of him, Soap's eyes showed no recognition of knowing who Ghost was?

Ghost swallows his pain and ignores the feel of the wedding ring he wears next to his dog tags in order to befriend Soap again. Anything to be back in his life.

Well I just posted the first chapter that begins to explore how these two souls come together again in a story about unending and unconditional love till death and beyond 🤗

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Feeling bummed today so I decided for revisit my saddest Soap x Ghost fic to date. Check it out if you have time. Lemme know what you think.

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i forgot how much i love cod so erm im back