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I had a dream last night where I went to go see phantom of the opera but got jumpscared when the phantom came on cause it was Lin Manuel Miranda

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The kids voted so now I have a sideblog for nsfw reblogs! Just thought I'd let you all know.

That means that any fic that has nsfw in it (even if it is not pure smut and the nsfw is just a very small part) goes there from now on.

I'll still keep reblogging the regular stuff here, thank you.

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Someone else could do it better.

Maybe, but not even the person who is best at it in the world, could do it in your way/style.

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Reblog for larger sample size. Feel free to indicate in the comments your generation, approximate region of residence, your length of experience with fan fiction, or when/where you first encountered these terms.

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Sometimes I come across a fic that just rubs me the wrong way. I dislike the "reader", I hate the scenario, I don't like the way it's written. I get the "urgh that's not my pookie" or the "you're writing them wrong" or the "I just don't like this".

Which is okay, it happens to everyone. It's normal and human to have a certain taste and just dislike things. It's okay to dislike something for no particular reason at all!

But there's some magical thing that I do that makes everyone involved feel better. I keep those fucking thoughts to myself. I don't tell the author. They poured their love and free time into that fic so they deserve to get love back. They take time out of their day to gift readers with their silly little thoughts (affectionate) so if the thoughts rub me wrong? I leave it be so it can rub people right.

Mean comments discourage writers and you know something that's fucking insane? Writers write different kinds of fics. So your hate comment might prevent the writer from writing that fic. The one that would have ripped your heart out and leave you a mess. The one that would have made you lie down because it just shattered your world in the best way.

So don't do it. Tell a friend, scream into your pillow, hell, write a hate rant in your personal notes on your phone, but don't be mean to people who make fandoms thrive.

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currently thinking about the moment the boys all collectively realise that you are the captain’s favourite

the boonie hat. it sounds silly but john is very protective about that hat in the sense that he doesn’t allow a single soul to touch it. one time ghost misplaced it and got an earful for weeks about how he had to get a new one and it didn’t feel the same as his old one

during the third week of this earache, ghost made the silly mistake of saying, ‘it’s jus’ a bloody hat, captain.’ price spent the rest of the week being a petty bastard

people used up all of simon’s earl grey? it’s just tea, lieutenant. lost one of his favourite knives on a mission? just a weapon, simon. simon learned never to touch that bloody hat ever again

or that time when gaz dared soap so swipe the hat from his head and bolt down the hallway whilst price was in the middle of an important conversation with laswell. once john caught up with him he was rewarded with 6 weeks of cleaning duty and getting his ass absolutely handed to him in front of the new recruits

gaz filmed the whole thing and showed it to everyone, earning 6 weeks of scrubbing floors on his knees right next to johnny

but when you have a bit too much to drink at whatever shithole bare they were drinking in and drag your captain on to the dance floor? he smiles and they think you’re about to be sent to an early grave

the sounds of roxette coming from the old jukebox send your body into a routine of seductive swaying. all eyes are on you especially when you reach up to grab his boonie hat from his head before placing it on your own

tipsy giggles leave your throat as you dance, taking the tumbler of scotch from his hand and taking a sip. tilting your head and biting your lip as you look at him

you’re laughing death in the face, the boys think. the captain is about to wipe that smirk off of your face and make you ever regret touching his beloved hat. you’re about to learn the painful lesson they all endured

or so they thought. john doesn’t do anything except stand there, arms folded over his chest in the middle of the room as he watches you with pure amusement, “better give that back, trouble…”

“or what, cap’n?” you giggle out, taking another sip of his drink. he takes a few steps forward before pulling you against his chest, his cheeks pulling up into a smile

“or i’ll take it from ya.” he chuckles, taking a hand up to pull the hat down over your eyes as he locks his arms around your waist, swaying you to the music

just a few feet away, the boys still sit at their booth. slouched in the booth with cross pours written across their faces,

“well, I guess it’s obvious who the favourite is.” johnny grumbles out as the other nod along in agreement

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i’ve heard a lot of people say “don’t reach out to your friends first and see how many people will remain in your life. those are your true friends” and i get it. it sucks and it’s tiring constantly being the one to message first, to initiate hang outs but don’t take this so literally. some friendships require initiation. i have lost touch with so many people who genuinely cared about me and wanted me in their life because i stopped reaching out. it’s a hard pill to swallow but honestly some people just suck at it and it doesn’t mean they don’t love and value you. i’ve reconnected with some people over the past few months and it’s crazy how genuinely happy they are to see me and how engaged they are in the conversation. i just think sometimes we’re too harsh on each other & too quick to emphasize other peoples flaws and remove them from our lives but then we’ll all be alone and what’s the point of life then!!!!

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Since the OP made their post unrebloggable (and blocked me. Both actions they are well in with their right to do)

I'm going to make my response it's own post because I think the point is important

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As someone who is autistic and has BPD and CPTSD and loads of trauma yes you sometimes need to change how you interact with others to keep people around

When I was 13 I hit the few friends I had when I was angry

I had to change that in order to keep those friendships

When I was in my early 20s if I was losing an disagreement with my husband I would threaten to kill myself. My husband told me it hurt him and was cruel and manipulative behaviour, because it was.

So I worked hard to change that to keep my relationship

It's easy to say "I shouldn't have to change for others" and that's true to an extent. You shouldn't change your interests or passions or dim your light. And you should have space to be imperfect and flawed and not have to pretend your ugly bits aren't real. But if something you are doing it causing other people harm you kinda need to change that.

That's called "living in a society"

People adapt to each other and make space for each other in their lives. You adapt to them and they adapt to you

You start being more diligent about throwing away the empty toilet roll because it really bothers them. They start warning you before they run the blender because you hate loud noises

I stopped threatening to kill myself because I was mad I was losing an argument and my husband stopped being so vocally judgemental amount media he personally dislikes

There is a certain type of person who heard the phrase "your emotions are valid" and took that to mean "my emotional reactions and my behaviour are always objectively correct because my emotions are valid and if you have an emotional response or react to what I'm doing negatively then you are wrong and you can't be hurt because my emotions are valid"

And that's a recipe for disaster

Your emotions are valid to feel. They are how you feel and there are reasons you feel the way you do

However, your reactions and behaviour are something you can learn to control and can be irrational

We live in a society and we as people change each other as we interact and that isn't necessarily a bad thing

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So, I try to avoid reblogging smutty content because of my underage followers, I wanna keep this space for everyone.

However sometimes I do reblog that stuff but I want to make it easy for everyone to respect boundaries and keep themselves safe that is why my question is: Should I make a smutty sideblog for 18+ fics (for reblogging them) or is it possible for you all to respect and block a specific tag I'll use as smut indicator to keep you from seeing the smutty stuff?

Thank you all (I really don't think anyone will actually react to this poll but hope dies last)

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Not wanting to always say "no" to your friends asking to hang out, so you don't answer at all, which makes you feel even worse

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sometimes I wanna reply “bitch me too” to my mutuals posts but I’ve never talked 2 them so they might not see it as friendly joking so i just dont

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tw: sexual assault mention (not really explicit but just in case)

not enough people talk about Ghost being a victim of SA and it makes me so sad. IT'S LITERALLY SHOWN ON PAGE IN THE COMICS YOU CANNOT DENY THAT IT HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!

the comics were published 2009 when most media wouldn't even touch on male SA victims unless it was to make fun of them. we don't even get many empathetic portrayals of it in recent years!!! (whether the perpetrator is a man or woman). Ghost is quite literally the first good male ID'd SA victim rep I've seen in a piece of media that I enjoy.

it also shows disassociation (not dissociation) by having Ghost literally separate Simon Riley from himself. He tells his backstory by pretending it happened to someone else and calling Simon Riley an "old friend" of his that died.

he is so special and important to me

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So, I try to avoid reblogging smutty content because of my underage followers, I wanna keep this space for everyone.

However sometimes I do reblog that stuff but I want to make it easy for everyone to respect boundaries and keep themselves safe that is why my question is: Should I make a smutty sideblog for 18+ fics (for reblogging them) or is it possible for you all to respect and block a specific tag I'll use as smut indicator to keep you from seeing the smutty stuff?

Thank you all (I really don't think anyone will actually react to this poll but hope dies last)

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Absolutely. They love the way their hands sink into your skin when they grab you, they love that there is so much of you.

Whenever you feel bad about it they just tell you that "it means there's more of you in the world, and there can never be too much of you".

They love resting their head on your fat thighs or tummy, they love how comfy it is.

They always get the biggest most shit eating grin when they blow raspberries against your skin and watch your rolls ripple from it.

They also bite you a lot, getting cuteness aggression over your body and just having. To. Get. Their. Teeth. On. You. (Always being careful tho, they don't want to hurt you... unless you're into that)

Sometimes you tell them they're like a dog with a squeaky toy, which immediately promts them to bite you and make you squeak in laughter.

They're obsessed with you and your body.

🍓 a reminder for myself and fellow fat people: the 141 + your faves would love your body. they would love to squeeze and play with your fat like it’s a stress ball. they love your stretch marks and they love kissing them too when they get sensitive from your clothes rubbing on them. they would love to rub lotion on the parts of your body that you can’t reach, making sure to get in between your rolls too. speaking of, they love to run their fingers over your rolls cause they can be ticklish and they love the little giggle you let out.

i’m having a bad self image day and just needed to write this for myself <3 and anyone who also needs this <3

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That Was a Close Call

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Summary: No one knows you and Simon are together and you want to keep it that way. Simon doesn't care who knows, but he might have a secret of his own.

You don’t want to leave. You want to stay naked and pressed up against him, head on his chest and fingers running over his skin. He has you wrapped up and you know he’s about to fall asleep. It comes so easily when you’re together. You’re both so relaxed and at peace in each other’s presence.

But you have to leave.

You kiss his chest a few times as you slowly pull yourself out of his arms. You let the sheets fall as you stand and collect your clothes from the floor.

“You don’t have to go.”

You huff. “Yes, I do.”

Simon rolls over. “I’m your superior, I’m telling you that you can stay.”

“Your being my superior is exactly why I need to leave,” you say as you button your jeans. “I need to get back to base before people start wondering where I am.”

“Who cares if people know we’re together?”

“They could think it’s inappropriate, a sergeant and her lieutenant. I don’t need people thinking I’m sleeping around to get ahead or you’re taking advantage of the lower ranks. And how bad would it look to Price if he knew two people on his team were messing around? The last thing I need is my boss knowing about my dating life.”

“We’re well past messing around,” Simon says. “Half your stuff is here. You’re going back to an empty room on base.”

“I know what we are Simon,” you assure him. “I just don’t think other people need to know.”

You finish getting dressed and lean over your side of the bed to kiss him.

“See you tomorrow?”

He pulls you back to peck your lips a second time. “See you tomorrow. Let me walk you out.”

“I’m good, I know where it is,” you smile. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Sleep well.”

You exit the room, gather your things by the front door, and head out of his apartment, locking the door behind you with your copy of his key. You pause before fully leaving. You want to stay—truly—but you can’t fathom what people might think of you before understanding the situation. You don’t want to chance people catching on, especially the rest of the task force and especially Captain Price. So you leave.

Keeping it a secret for a little while longer won’t hurt. You and Simon have a sort of secret language anyway. It keeps things kind of fun. Admittedly, you make more use of your signals and secret signs than he does but he understands them all the same. And he answers—meeting you at your room on base, warmly greeting you at his apartment, casually sitting down at the same table as you during meals like there’s nowhere else to sit, showing up at the gym as if he didn’t know you were there and offering to be your spotter simply because it’s convenient. The list goes on and on.

And it works for both of you. For now, at least.

One day it’ll be the right time to just come out with it. But for now, you want to keep it a secret. And Simon’s happy to do what makes you happy… in his own way.

He’s in Price’s office going over the intel informing their next mission when there’s a soft knock on the door. Price grants them entry and you poke your head in, making quick eye contact with Simon before looking at the man you came for.

“Recruits are waiting for you, Cap,” you tell him. “Soap and I got them all tired out. Think a couple might drop off and change their minds about joining.”

Price chuckles. “Good on ya, sarge. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

“Yes, sir,” you nod. When Price looks back down at the papers on his desk, your eyes shift to Simon and widen so he knows you’re communicating to him.

He watches you go through the familiar and overly complex motions—a couple taps to your nose, a flick of your head, a shoulder roll, and a vague gesture with your hands. He gives you a nod like he always does and then you exit and close the door behind you.

“The bloody hell was that?” Price asks, still looking down at his papers.

“Wants to eat together later.”

Price frowns and looks up at his lieutenant. “Thought that one involved pretending to eat.”

Simon shakes his head. “She thought that’d be too obvious ‘case anyone saw.”

Price sighs and looks back down at his desk. “God forbid anyone think she’s up to something if she mimics eating while she’s communicating like a baseball player all over our base.”

Simon smirks under his mask and can’t help but feel a wave of affection for you.

“When you gonna tell her I know?”

He shrugs. “Dunno. She likes the signing stuff. I find it entertaining. Might as well keep it up for a while.”

“Might be mad you didn’t say something sooner.”

“Not my fault you found out, tha’ was all her.”

“Right, hip thrusts are pretty easy to decipher, even when they’re part of a secret language.”

“She didn’t know you were there,” he comes to your defence, but he can’t help but find it hilarious. 

“As long as you’re not distracting my sergeant from her job, I don’t care what you do with each other.”

“Wha’ about her distracting me?”

Price waves him off while he’s reading documents. “Takes her job too seriously to do that.”

“The one hip thrusting in the middle of the commissary?”

“She’s also the one currently training the new recruits.”

“You asked me to come ‘ere.”

Price shrugs. “Could’ve said you were too busy shaping the future of our team.”

Simon slams the papers he’s holding onto his captain’s desk and storms toward the door. “Fuckin’ hell.”

“Hey, when you get there, tell her this,” Price taps his nose, pinches his cheeks, scratches his elbow, rubs his chin on his shoulder, takes off his hat, puts his hat back on, and then smiles.

Simon stares frustratedly from the doorway. “The fuck does that mean?”

“I don’t know, I just made it up. Go ahead and use it for something. Royalty free.”

Simon rolls his eyes and leaves. He makes it to the training grounds with a good 10 minutes to both check you out while you’re running drills and intimidate the recruits before Price shows up. 

And later when it’s time to eat, he drops himself into the seat across from you in the mess hall like you asked him to (although he would’ve anyway). When he sees Price heading toward your table, he says nothing.

“Evenin’,” your captain announces, and you immediately sit up as straight as possible and look anywhere but at Simon.

“H-Hi, cap,” you say.

“Just the two of you tonight?”

Your eyes widen and you look at Simon then. He’s relaxed behind the mask and you struggle to find words. Any words. “I-I, we— um, Soap was coming. I think. I don’t, he might be… um, shower. Showering.”

Price nods. “Well, I’ll leave you to it.”

You nod and wait for him to be out of earshot before you zone in on Simon. “You couldn’t tell me he was coming over here?”

He shrugs. “Didn’t see him.”

You huff before letting a small relieved smile rest on your lips. “Jesus. That was a close call, huh?”

He raises his eyebrows briefly like he believes you. “Very.”