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behind the scenes - 4×02

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Happy 35th Birthday, Jesse! (February 12, 1979)

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Happy 37th Birthday, Jesse! (February 12, 1979)

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@festivaltvmc

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It wasn't scripted jesse talked about it in an Q&A with Lisa

there’s no way 1. this was scripted, and 2. jesse didn’t burst out laughing after it

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It’s not always easy to find your people.

MATT CASEY, KELLY SEVERIDE, and STELLA KIDD (Chicago Fire)

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I just needed to make this gif set because of Casey. I mean him not coming out until he’s saved the baby and then having a beam fall on him? and that doesn’t stop him from coming out and making sure that the baby is okay before he collapses. 

-The Heroes We Need-

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Any sick Casey recs?

So, first one isn’t sick Case, but it’s hurt/comfort and whump. It’s called A Collapse Waiting to Happen.

The Way You Move Me isn’t fully sick, but it’s set during Double Red, so he’s dealing with headache set.

Control the Storm has Matt with a migraine.

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A very much needed amount of Neil pictures everyone needs to see at least once in their life

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Neil Ellice in “Soap’s Battle Royale Checklist“ x ENDING

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nod nod nod

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Prompt: A short piece on Ghost’s feelings about the similarities between what happened at Las Almas and Chicago

Length: 649 words

Ghost had tried to promise himself, after he watched Soap drag himself through Las Almas, that he’d never let him go through something like that again. He’d pulled over onto the side of a dirt road before they’d reached the safe house and hugged him, staying as long as they both needed.

The way Soap had clung to him as if he were his lifeline, shaking like a leaf from what Ghost knew was a mixture of remaining fear and overwhelming relief, had only solidified Ghost’s need to hold him; to protect him. Soap had tried to brush it off as leftover adrenaline, but Ghost knew better. It was his first betrayal, and Ghost knew how that felt, so he stayed there with his sergeant in the middle of nowhere, holding him tightly, keeping him secure. He couldn’t let it happen again.

When Soap went after Hassan and found himself weaponless and running around with the nuclear codes, Ghost felt like he’d already failed. He was useless again, unable to move or do anything to help. All he could do was watch the windows and talk to him through his earpiece. It was just like Las Almas. It made him feel sick.

Then suddenly he was in the window and calling for Ghost to take a shot, and it was so close with the way the two struggled, moving in and out of the way of each other in his scope. He had to shoot though, or Soap would die. So he steadied his shaking hands and pulled the trigger. Seeing his sergeant fall to the ground with the terrorist had sent a new wave of nausea through him. He could’ve sworn Soap had been out of the way when he pulled the trigger.

“Perfect shot, LT.”

The relief hit him like a truck. “You called it, sergeant.” He replied without thinking, talking to him was second nature by now and he was grateful for it, otherwise he probably would’ve sounded afraid.

Seconds later his rifle was packed away and he was flying down the stairs of the building he was in, his sights set on Soap and only Soap. Nothing else mattered. He dodged medics and other people working with them to push into the building and start up the stairs, he wouldn’t relent until he saw him.

It felt like the stairs went on forever. Up and up and up in a continuous never ending loop. He almost felt like he’d never get to him. His breath was short and fast and he couldn’t tell how long he’d been running, didn’t know what floor he was on anymore. Maybe he could check a sign, there would have to be one somewhere near, but that would take too much time. He kept running until he heard him.

“Ghost?”

The man stumbled to a stop, his eyes meeting blue ones. There he stood in the stairwell, having only made it six floors down from where Ghost had last seen him. Soap. Johnny. And he was still smiling, despite everything. He was clearly shaken and a bit beaten up but he was okay. His sergeant was alive.

“You alright, LT? Yer shaking like a leaf.”

Ghost hadn’t even realised the way his own body was trembling, wasn’t used to feeling so much emotion anymore. He pushed forwards, not even able to make a smart remark in return, not until he knew for certain that Soap was alive and with him.

And then, for the second time that week, Soap was in Ghost’s arms. They both held onto each other as if it was the only thing keeping them alive. Soap’s legs gave out the second he was in safe arms, being held up by Ghost, but neither of them minded. As Soap heaved a heavy, exhausted sigh into his chest, Ghost made a promise to himself once more. Never again.

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This should not keep having to be said but here we are.

SHIPPING REAL LIFE PEOPLE IS WEIRD. KEEP IT TO YOURSELF. STOP SHIPPING PEDRO WITH EVERYONE HE DARES BREATHE HIS PRECIOUS FUCKING BREATH TO.

Okay? Okay.

Okay I am done preaching now.

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The Teacher | series masterlist

wip | ao3

Summary: You have been on your own for over a year and after Maria saves you and brings you to Jackson, you try and settle in, doing your best to contribute to the community. Though, it doesn’t help that your neighbor, Joel Miller, reminds you of a special person from before the outbreak. Character pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader Rating: 18+, explicit (minors dni), each chapter will have warnings �� if applicable.

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