#MY BABYGIRL IS PROBABLY DEAD

[oddlylongtelephonecord]

I cannot believe that soukoku fans actually won in the end. If you told me *yesterday* that Chuuya was never a vampire to begin with I would have called you crazy. But it’s true.

Dazai actually did have a plan all along.

[skullfacedlady]

May... may I give it a flower? (in hopes it does not mori me that shit is terrifying)

[pettyprocrastination]

Mutt

Summary: After an ambush, Soap learns to trust the newest member of the 141

Pairing: Johnny Soap Mactavish x Fem!Werewolf!MC (call sign is Mutt)

warnings: vague description of violence and injuries. 

word count: 800

thank you to: @captainsamwlsn @thesadvampire @humanransome-note @joel-mlller and @luxuryberzatto @madhyanas @littleferal and @djarin-junk for helping me with this story and rattle off in your ears about Mutt! I love you all so very very much <3

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     “What are you?” 

     It was a valid question given the circumstances. 

     Soap could hardly count himself as conscious at that moment. It was a wave, pulling him back and forth until he was able to force his head to the surface, gasping for air and able to just barely look at his surroundings before he was pulled under again. 

     “Does it matter?” 

     It was dark out. He remembered it being dusk when they set out on their mission, the sun slowly setting in the horizon as Price told them to radio in at any issue and meet at their rendezvous point as soon at possible. 

     Fuck. 

     He broke the surface once more to notice that he wasn’t moving, but swaying side to side. Each step that crunches the ground is not his, but the blood drip, drip, dripping down, leaving a foreboding trail of their journey, is.

     Your shoulder digs into the crevice of his chest with each movement. 

     “Yer carryin’ me, Mutt.” 

     “I am.” 

     You never spoke much. Johnny had equated you to Simon in that way, quiet and foreboding. Your actions spoke where your voice rasped in the shadows. Tucked in the corner booth of a pub when the others went to celebrate a job well done. The loyal guard dog, waiting on its haunches for an order. 

     He was the one who would move to you first. Setting a beer in front of you before sliding into the seat across from you with a tap of his knuckles on the polished table. His knee would bump yours every time. You’d never complain. 

     “Big scary bastards, the both of you.” 

     But then you’d give him a grin, a flash of your crooked canines so fast it was gone when he blinked. 

     “Well it’s a damn good thing you talk enough for all of us then.” 

     Jonathan Mactavish was only a stone’s throw from 215 pounds but you carried him without complaint. The swaying with each step made his head spin and looking up was too much work for him to trust himself not to vomit. He let his eyes drop and stare at the ground, watching you take one step after another in a steady rhythm like an infant listening to their mother’s heartbeat. Through the darkness, he’s able to make out the shadowed shape of your feet in the night.

     “You’ve got no shoes on, Mutt.” 

     “Feels better this way.” 

     He can’t see much. Even if it weren’t for the blood loss and what he’s going to safely assume is a grade two concussion, it’s far too dark out for his surroundings to be seen as anything more than vague shapes and textures he can almost make heads or tails of.

     Your eyes are focused on the trail ahead, already accustomed to the darkness in a way he’d never seen anybody else without night vision goggles or a Mag-light. 

     “Tried to reach Price but the comms are busted. You got your bell rung pretty bad back there but-” You shifted your grip on his body and he felt something sharp press against his ankle, a gentle warning that mouthed at the skin of his Achilles's tendon. “We're only a few miles away from the rendezvous point. Think you can keep it together until we get there?”

     Claws. You had claws. 

     Through the nausea rolling through his body and the lights dancing behind his eyes, Soap could feel the fog begin to clear from his head. A flash of orders rising from his memory like the vision returning after a flash grenade. 

     He remembered seeing you charge through the muzzle flash and smoke like a vision. Uniform stained with the viscera of your enemies so dark he didn’t recognize you at first. The moment you came toward him he was raising his gun until he heard you speak.

     “You know me, Johnny.” 

     But he didn’t. Not really. 

     When he looked at you there was no familiarity or trust. He knew the color of your eyes and the curl of your lips in a snarl but nothing else. Not your name or family nor the reason you joined. 

     In the darkness, moonlight glinted against your eyes and he found himself thinking of the coyotes in Las Almas that watched him and his team from the shadows, pacing with a choir of chattering yips and howls in the darkness, waiting for the proper time to pounce.  

     He’d never admit it but there was a pause, when his hand held the barrel of his gun steady at your head.  Just as long as the width of the shallow breath trapped in his lungs, a split second where his pointer finger twitches, where the voice in his head urges him on. 

     “You never answered my question.”

     He knows nothing of you except that the blood in your mouth was spilled for him. 

     “I’m your teammate. That ought to be enough for you.” 

     It would have to be. 

[zerodaryls]

it's so funny (read: sad) that if bigoted fuckheads didn't insist i was a woman simply by virtue of my body at birth, i'd probably be chill with she/her pronouns in addition to he/they. if my mom didn't insist i was her daughter, i'd probably let her call me that, and we could still have a relationship.

i'm nonbinary and 'gendered' words are hypothetically meaningless, but because there are so many people who are more interested in telling me who i am rather than lovingly and curiously letting me express my own sense of self, those words carry trauma.

there's no reason a nonbinary person like myself can't be a son and a child and a daughter. there's no reason a nonbinary person like me can't go by he, they, and she.

'she' is not a slur. 'daughter' is not derogatory. 'beautiful' 'pretty' 'gorgeous' 'feminine' are not insults.

to the contrary, they're parts of language that express certain facets of a multi-faceted human existence, like mine.

and i have this sad, mournful feeling that if it weren't for unloving, condescending people, i'd probably be down to be called any of those things alongside my usual masculine/neutral terminology.

but i'd rather die than let anyone tell me what i have to be called.

[todayisafridaynight]

no ones ever gonna understand how much i love daigo doin this stupid shit after dissolving the tojo

[dairyfreenugget]

I could count the amount of original stories of mine that don't have horror elements on one hand and idk what that says about me

[n7punk]

catra is such a goblin in ties that bind im obsessed with her

[widevibratobitch]

anyway. it okay. im giving myself time to just be chill. im gonna start panicking when i get there. i still have 5 hours till then and rn im more preoccupied with the fact that i feel like i might be getting my period today and it better not happen on the train or ill kms and everyone on it

[sky-neverending]

bitches be like “i love him he’s so babygirl” and then he’s an actual murder and criminal who doesn’t know how to do emotions properly and literally is traumatized to the core

it’s me i’m bitches

[unproduciblesmackdown]

mordecai is the first funny bitch like spends 90% of his time literally just standing there going "i'm dapressed" to himself while everyone in the vicinity takes potshots and then he's clocking in for the night shift where for the next 9 hours people go "god mordecai would it kill you to act like you're having more fun at the [kills you] factory"

[suusoh]

the way there's no nina fortner x reader or anna liebert x reader either.............much less yandere of them...............

[vonlipvig]

I was tagged by @thevowels-pt2 to post my 9 favorite books (thank you, Anna!), so here it is! I think that's a pretty good selection of what I enjoy the most lmao.

As for tagging...gonna be honest, I don't even know who reads here, so: if you're a Discworld fan, I'm tagging YOU. If you read a lot and see this and you're like 'oh, I'd love to do this with my fave books!' then I'm definitely talking to you, and I'm tagging YOU.

[teabookgremlin]

what if i was jackie’s clownified frozen corpse for halloween this year

[ramudamemura]

does anyone perhaps know where i can find english subtitles for rhyme anima + 🙏🙏🙏 esp the fling posse episode

[saintlesbian]

okay so we all see the pieces lining up for ELQ to cave in on itself yea? stocks tanking due to valentin faking his death, insider trading charges on the horizon, the Qs about to oust valentin, etc. personally I’m glad they’re bringing the insider trading charges back since. oh my god I’ve been rooting for a Carly Faces Consequences era for months now.

I think though, while nina is contemplating reporting Crew to the SEC, she shouldn’t be the one to report them herself. this would once again antagonize her against the rest of the bensons/quartermaines, and the only way for Nina to reach Willow involves playing nice with the rest of her family as well, since Carly is about to be willow’s mother in law. no, it would be smarter to place this information in the hands of someone who can use it more decisively, I.e. valentin. If the Qs try to push him out of ELQ then he can weaponize the insider trading info against the rest of them, either to keep his shares or to go full scorched earth and tank ELQs reputation. nina and valentin are still on good terms, so if she gives valentin the info then he gets to be the one to make the call to the SEC, all while nina keeps her own hands clean and has some plausible deniability in the situation…

[fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty]

Quick Brain dump what’s been going through your 1800’s looking brain

literally nothing but NATM

im gonna add a barrier if you dont wanna see the weirdest thought train ever

im gonna explain in words how my brain was like 4 seconds ago

NATM NATM Teddy NATM Him him him him NATM NATM Robin Willaims NATM TEDDY TEDDY NATM his knees ATTILA oh my god oh my god im gonna cry NATM Teddy Teddy Teddy Owen Wilson NATM Teddy

i can give you context but also i wont

and then when i read 1800's my brain instantly went

The Alienist. ...Teddy-

and i had to stop that train of thought because the next word was deranged in matter of speaking

but anyways out of wondering how my brain works rn i thought 'Teddy's so babygirl' and honestly yeah i agree with my brain. NATM Teddy is so babygworl

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