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Reading amazing fanfiction, then forgetting to bookmark it

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Passenger princes

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The goat sin of wrath or sumn- (Yes ik its meant to he goat sin of lust and dragon sin of wrath- shhh)

*insert joke about summoning a demon and this thing showing up*

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The way he's looking at Johnny- 🥹🥹🥹

My work for ghostsoap zine from last year

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Everything about this- is perfect to me-

I like the trope of can dance vs can’t dance.

Soap who grew up going to church dances and private catholic school dances and balls, so he knows how to dance pretty much any kind of dance.

Ghost hadn’t ever been to even a school dance. He preferred wandering around doing dumb shit like fighting or chasing bugs or whatever it is teenage boys do. He doesn’t know how to dance, never bothered to learn, he doesn’t even know how to grind to music at a club.

John doesn’t care at first, really. Simon doesn’t mind him dancing with strangers as long as he wanders off when it gets too serious. Simon encourages it, even, because he knows how much John loves to dance.

He’s seen Simon try to dance. Simon’s awkward and embarrassed and stiff and after a few moments he runs away. The most he does is settle his hands on John’s hips and let John dance on him rather than join in.

And, John loves him, so it doesn’t matter.

And John loves it when he’s in the kitchen and dancing while he cooks or washes dishes, and Simon is watching him with that stupidly soft expression. “Come dance with me.”

“I cant dance,” Simon says softly. He leans against the counter, teacup gently held close to his chest. John just continues swaying, holding his arms out and wiggling his fingers. “There’s no music either.”

John does a spin and gathers Simon’s tea, setting it gently on the counter. Simon chuckles quietly. John pulls him away from the counter, settling Simon’s hands on his hips and wrapping arms around his neck to pull him closer. “It’s just swaying.”

Simon shakes his head a little, looking down at their feet and trying to keep the pace up. It’s adorable how Simon struggles to keep up the slow circling motion, the way his eyebrows scrunch together when he misses a step. John bites his lip to hide a giggle when Simon nearly trips. “Honey, it’s swaying.”

“It’s not my fault i have two left feet and horrible balance.” John gently grabs the hair at the back of Simon’s neck. “Fuckin’ dumb.”

John hums the beat of a song he doesn’t remember the words to. “Stop over thinkin’.” John moves a hand to his face and cups his cheek. “Look at me.”

Simon looks up from their feet. “I don’t wanna step on you.”

“You wont. And if you do it’s okay.”

Simon frowns. “I cant dance.”

“Just sway to the beat.” John hums a little louder, dramatically swaying with Simon. Simon’s frown flips into the upside-down smile he has when he’s mildly embarrassed or insecure about a particular thing.

“We’re gonna fall.”

“No we wont.”

John isn’t sure how long he hums the song, or how many times they almost fall from Simon tripping over his own feet, but it’s fine. The kitchen smells like lasagna in the oven, and Simon has started humming too.

They’ll have to take a dancing class for their wedding. John doesn’t mind.

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Gaz: *quietly working in his office*

Soap: *kicks the door open before he runs in and slams in behind him*

Gaz: WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!

Soap, red faced: HE HAS FRECKLES

Gaz: Who-?

Soap: GHOST

Gaz: He has… freckles?

Soap: YES! He went to visit Alejandro and Rudy in Mexico and apparently he had his mask off a lot and the SUN DEEPENED HIS FRECKLES AND NOW I CAN SEE THEM AROUND HIS EYES WITH HIS MASK ON

Soap: Kyle I’m going to EXPLODE

Gaz: I want to see these freckles

Soap: There’s no going back once you do. Is that a risk you’re willing to take?

Gaz:

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Soap is a dog-coded cat person

Ghost is a cat-coded dog person

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I see a lot of people clowning on the people of Pelican Town for not repairing the community center themselves or clowning on Lewis for embezzling and. like. Those criticisms aren't entirely unfair. But I think instead of coming at it from a perspective of "why can't the townspeople do this" we should be asking "why and how can the farmer do this?"

Like. Think about it. The farmer arrives in Stardew Valley on the first day of spring. By the first day they're obviously different. By day five the spirits of the forest who haven't been seen by the townsfolk in years or generations are speaking to them. By the second week they've developed a rapport with the wizard that lives outside town.

In the spring they go foraging and find more than even Linus, who's spent so many years learning the ways of the valley. Maybe he knows, when he sees them walking back home. Maybe he looks at them and understands that they're different, chosen somehow.

In the summer they fish in the lakes and the ocean for hours on end, catching fish that even Willy's only ever heard of, fish that he thought were the stuff of legend. They pull up giants from the deep and mutated monstrosities from the sewers.

In the fall, their crops grow incredibly immense; pumpkins twice as tall as a person, big enough that someone could live inside. The farmer cuts it down with an axe without even batting an eye. Does Lewis wonder, when he checks the collection bin that night and finds it full to the brim with pumpkin flesh? What does he think? Does he even leave the money? Does he have the funds to pay the farmer millions of dollars for the massive amounts of wine they sell? Or is it someone--something--else entirely?

In the winter, the farmer delves into the mines. No one in Pelican Town has been down there in decades. No one in living memory has been to the bottom. The farmer gets there within the season. They return to the surface with stories of dwarven ruins and shadow people, stories they only tell to Vincent and Jas, whose retellings will be dismissed by the adults as flights of fancy. People walking by the entrance to the mines sometimes hear the farmer in there, speaking in a language no one can understand. Something speaks back.

The farmer speaks to the the wizard. They speak to the spirit of a bear inside a centuries-old stone. They speak to the shadow people and the dwarves, ancient enemies, and they try to mend the rift. They speak to the Junimos, ancient spirits of the forest and the river and the mountain. They taste the nectar of the stardrops and speak to the valley itself. They change Pelican Town, and they change the valley. Things are waking up.

And what does Evelyn think? She's the oldest person in the valley; she was here when the farmer's grandfather was young. (How old *is* she, anyway? She never seems to age. She doesn't remember the year she was born.) Does she see the farmer and think of their grandfather? Does she try to remember if he was like this too, strange and wild and given the gifts of the forest?

And does their grandfather haunt the valley? He haunts the farm, still there even after his death; his body died somewhere else, but his spirit could never stay away for long. Does Abigail, using her ouija board on a stormy night, almost drop the planchette when she realizes it's moving on its own? Does Shane, walking to work long before anyone else leaves their house, catch glimpses of a wispy figure floating through the town? Does the farmer know their grandfather came back to the place they both love so much?

Mr. Qi takes interest in the farmer. He's different, too; in a different way, maybe, but the principles are the same. They're both exceptional, and no matter what Qi says about it being hard work and dedication, they both know the truth: the world bends around the both of them, changing to fit their needs. Most people aren't visited by fairies or witches. Most people don't have meteorites crash in their yard. Most people couldn't chop down trees all day without a break or speak to bears and mice and frogs.

The farmer is different. The rules of the world don't work for them the way they work for everyone else. The farmer goes fishing and finds the stuff of fairy tales. The farmer goes mining and fights shadow beasts and flying snakes. The farmer looks at paths the townspeople walk every day and finds buried in the dirt relics of lost civilizations.

The farmer is a violent, irrepressible miracle, chosen by the valley and destined to return to it someday. Even if they'd never received the letter, they would've come home.

They always come home eventually.

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I will assume it is a fic- of what variety I have no idea- have a good night folks ✨️

Reblog if you didn’t write My Immortal

We’re going to find the author by process of elimination.

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Incorrect Quotes #3 — A peaceful morning

A group of Rookies, screaming loudly: !!!

Roach, chasing after them: >:)

Rookie #1, yelling in panic: What the hell—!?! That wasn’t in the job description!

Rookie #2, running close behind: Forget our job descriptions! Run!!

Ghost, peacefully sipping on his cup of tea: Ah, what a nice morning.

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Heres some of my favourites :3

Not Alive nor dead - Reds_skull

Something in the orange - melomaniegarbagewalker

Any time you need me series by thirteenbullets

Seasons - StinglessWasp

does anybody have any ghoap fic recs 🫣

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A fic called "The Past Travels" where it's soap ajd Ghost being retired, but one day an RPG blows through their wall (thankfully they were working in the gatden outside)

Turns out someone had a vendetta against them, and had spent the last 15 years tracking them and blah blah (the usual)

Tbh I just want the achy old men back in the business, they're efficient, don't bother with the theatrics anymore. They work perfectly together, communicate with a single look. They're old, and bloody, they need a hand to get back up after stabbing someone in the throat

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Who hurt you 😭😭😭

Imagine if soap was shot in the neck instead. So that During the entire fight that happens after Ghost is forced to watch soap struggle for breath on the ground as he chokes on his own blood. Unable to help him until it's over. By the time he's able to help him it's already too late. Soap doesn't look peaceful. He looks like he died terrified because he was. As he died he felt like a scared little boy again. He wanted Simon...he wanted his Simon to hold him. To tell him it was going to be okay but all he heard as he died were gunshots. He died feeling more alone then he ever had.

Or alternatively Soap doesn't die until Ghost gets to him. "It's going to be okay." Ghost said, frantically applying pressure before yelling at price that he needs a medic. Soap's hand grips tightly around Ghost's wrist as his eyes begged Ghost to not let him die like this. Ghost let out some desperate pleas to a god he didn't believe in. Begging for him to not take his Johnny away. Please don't take his Johnny. "Please...I need you." Ghost said into soap's chest, his hands soaked in the blood of the lover he knew was gone when his grip loosened 8 pleas prior.

Or something like that idk I'm not a writer

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The call of duty fandom really is fueled by 85% angst and 15% fluff-

But this post- this thread is just 100% hurt no comfort-

For years, Price remained the only person on Ghost’s emergency contact list. Price practically had to bully Ghost into getting put on there too. Then comes Soap, who makes his way on there like he belonged there. The scotsman was always so good at that type of thing. It’s been almost a year since Soap died. Ghost has been more reckless on ops, he knows it. This time, it lands him in the hospital. The staff says there’s two people on his emergency contact list, but Ghost knows only one could ever answer the call. He can’t bring himself to take Soap off. Ghost still pays Soap’s phone bill to hear his voice mail.

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The good old days.

Valeria: Good morning ladies and disappointments.

Alejandro: …

Rudy: …

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The angst genre basically is a 4 walled room with no doors and bars for windows- its tall for all the endless possibilities that may be created within

Wait- i need to find my post about soap compartmentalizing his panic attacks bc i just had a thought that is funny in a kind of not funny way

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Simon "I'll choose you. I'll always choose you. I'll choose you before myself. I'll do anything for you" Riley

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John "You are not hard to love. Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done. It's as easy as breathing. I'll fight anyone who convinced you otherwise" MacTavish