#and just got this idea stuck in my head

[proneterror204]

Of Death and Taxes

Not everyone knows how the Infinite realms work. Danny barely does.

Every soul has a right to their afterlife to spend in peace. They have a spot in the infinite realms, like a house. They are not taxed. The ones who are taxed is the property owners. The ones who rule specific afterlives of religions; Hades underworld, Odin's Valhalla, the angel's Heaven, and Lucifer's Hell. The rulers are taxed. The Ghost king Danny keeps very little of the taxes, only a fraction of a decimal. He returns the rest to feed the Infinite Realms economy, or what stands for the economy. Danny still finds himself a multi-trillionare, but he's sworn never to touch it and gives as much back as he can.

"Nothing can be certain except Death and Taxes" and Danny is the High King of Both. (and Constantine is in debt of both)

[sgt-tombstone]

Marriage Fraud

John MacTavish and Kyle Garrick had gotten married at 15:00 on a Tuesday afternoon in October. There was little fanfare; the civil ceremony took place in the Register Office closest to base with Price and Gaz’s sister as witnesses. They had signed their names on the dotted lines with a flourish, had kissed each other through crooked, boyish grins, and that had been that.

John MacTavish and Kyle Garrick hadn’t dated for a single day prior to their nuptials, with the exception of a week-long drunken bet during basic that both of them had been too stubborn to back out of, and their engagement had lasted the legally-required 28 days. It was marriage fraud, plain and simple; the two men had met in basic training and had forged a brotherhood in between grueling days and sporadic nights, and then the pact was formed. Both of them had gotten thoroughly sick and tired of living in the barracks and relying on mess hall food and, without any long-term significant others to pop the question to, they had decided to take matters into their own hands. When they both passed SAS selection, both setting new records, it had seemed like a sign.

The marriage pact had been Kyle’s idea, so Johnny had been the one to propose, if his half-slurred, half-asleep suggestion could even be called a proposal, but Gaz had readily agreed and the next morning, they had burst into Price’s office, demanding both his blessing and presence at the ceremony. His eyebrows had disappeared into his hairline and he had nearly choked to death on his cigar smoke, but he had agreed to both nonetheless.

That had been over three years ago.

In the three years since, as they climbed the ranks from Private to Corporal to Sergeant, the topic of their marriage hardly ever came up. They wore their respective rings, both made from recycled bullet casings, on their right hands instead of their left, and they never mentioned it to anyone. If anyone wondered how they had gotten permission to live off base or why they commuted to work more often than not, no one ever thought to ask them, and they never volunteered any answers. They shared their house like roommates, respecting both each other’s privacy and dating lives, which were few and far between. Dating in the military was hard enough without being Spec Ops, so any relationship either of them ever had never lasted long enough for their fake marriage to ever be remotely close to an issue.

And then the 141 was formed.

It was a dream come true for both of them. They had both already been SAS under Price’s command, but the specialization of the task force brought a certain job security that ensured their continued cohabitation. The SAS’s base of operations was in Herefordshire, so that’s where Soap and Gaz had bought their house, but there had always been the threat of relocation to any of the other British Army bases across the world, and there was no guarantee that they would have been transferred together. The 141, however, was a cohesive unit, a permanent placement. Wherever one went, the rest were sure to follow.

The task force also brought Ghost.

At first, Johnny hadn’t given Ghost much thought, especially where his fake marriage was concerned. Ghost didn’t seem the type to concern himself overmuch with the personal details of his teammates, up to and including their sexual orientations, living situations, or marital statuses. He himself lived off base, courtesy of being a commissioned officer rather than enlisted, and never seemed to devote a first thought, much less a second one, to Soap and Gaz’s own off-base housing. More often than not, they were in the field anyway, which limited nearly every avenue of personal conversation and, after nearly four years of their marriage being little more than a technical detail on a form somewhere, both Soap and Gaz often forgot that they were even married in the first place.

So Soap didn’t think much of it when he started flirting with Ghost over the comms. Ghost was a scary son of a bitch, but that had always been his type, and he couldn’t deny that the mask did something for him. Hell, everything about Ghost did something for him. It had started as banter, really, but Soap loved to toe the line, and it was a slippery slope that he was all too eager to throw himself down. What was truly shocking was Ghost’s own willingness to play along. And then the flirting turned into… more. Turned into casual physical touch that Ghost would’ve slit anyone else’s throat for even thinking about initiating, turned into whispered promises in the backs of helos before missions, turned into kisses pressed into gloved knuckles and masked cheeks.

And suddenly, Soap realized that his marriage might be an issue.

His relationship with Ghost, while technically undefined, was by far the most serious and potentially long-lasting relationship he’d had since signing his marriage license. Most of the people he had dated over the years hadn’t been military and had quickly grown tired of the inconsistency, the missed birthdays and anniversaries, the lack of communication while he’d been on mission, and the lack of leave time in general. But not Ghost, because Ghost got it. Half of the time, Ghost was right there in the field with him. There wasn’t any inconsistency with them, no lack of leave time to grumble over, no shortage of communication between them, both in person and over comms. Their relationship worked for exactly the same reasons why his and Gaz’s non-relationship had worked for so long: they both understood.

And suddenly, Soap realized that, after four years of hiding a marriage to his best friend in the world from quite literally everyone he knew, he’d have to fess up. Not only that, he’d have to file for divorce, which was something that neither he nor Gaz had taken into consideration when they had signed their names in the Register Office all those years ago.

It all came to a head when Johnny got injured in the field. Nothing major, just a few broken bones and a hell of a concussion, but he had woken up to Gaz and Ghost sitting on either side of his hospital bed, Gaz’s clear contrition only matched by Ghost’s clear confusion. The first question out his mouth was why Gaz was listed as Soap’s next of kin and emergency contact, which snowballed into a full confession, corroborated by Price when he stuck his head in to check on Soap a few minutes later.

Ghost, after recovering from his initial shock, found the entire situation hilarious and, months later, after both the divorce papers and the new notice of marriage had gone through, took delight in calling himself Johnny’s second husband, which never failed to make any rookie caught eying the sergeant shake in their boots at the thought of what someone like Ghost did to Johnny’s first husband. Soap and Gaz still wore their rings, because they had always been more like friendship bracelets than anything else, and Johnny’s left ring finger was quickly occupied by a silver ring made from one of Simon’s ID Discs.

Gaz was disappointed about having to move back into on-base housing, but it didn’t last long because Price had been waiting for four years for his sergeants to figure their shit out and file for divorce so that he could make his move and he wasn’t about a waste a single second. And if anyone accused them of moving too quickly, well… they were all military men, after all.

[running-with-the-feels]

Kuai Liang: You never talk about your parents

Hanzo: There is not much to talk about.

Kuai Liang: There must be something.

Hanzo, sighs:....

Kuai Liang: It's just....you love your family, everyone knows that, so it is strange that you do not mention this part of it. I will not push if you truly do not wish to speak, but I will listen if you do.

Hanzo:.......My father did not want me to join the Shirai Ryu or become a warrior. He wanted me to be a blacksmith like my mother had been before she died.

Kuai Liang: But you joined anyway.

Hanzo, nods: The last thing he ever said to me was that if I chose to walk the path of a ninja, then I would no longer be his son.

Kuai Liang: I am truly sorry to hear that.

Hanzo, shrugs: It is what it is.

Kuai Liang: Does he still live?

Hanzo: Would it matter?

Kuai Liang: Perhaps he would change his mind if he could see you now, see the hero that you have become.

Hanzo: Perhaps, but I think it unlikely. My brother and sister would have long since made him proud, he would have no use for me.

Kuai Liang: You had siblings?

Hanzo: I did, they would be.....43 now, they were twins and much younger than me........I used to think I'd be there for them no matter what, now I do not even know what their favorite colors are.

Kuai Liang: Perhaps you could find out

Hanzo: I appreciate what you are trying to do, my love, but some bridges are better left burnt.

[avitus-ostrander]

Many thanks to kingzu and immuni for the brush patterns used.

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

I can't stop thinking about Ren's hc10 base from the perspective of the rest of "The Neighborhood". I'm just imagining him roleplaying as being on this harsh, unsurvivable planet where he needs airlocks on every building and can't go outside w/o his space suit

... And meanwhile everyone else is just going about their lives on planet Earth as usual, entirely space suit-less just a couple dozen blocks away, occasionally sparing glances for their eccentric and over dramatic neighbor who's just getting fully suited up for the smallest stints into his entirely normal-planet-Earth backyard because he's so committed to the bit

[aquanutart]

an upside-down truth / a fallen star

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

A month ago I had the passing thought that I didn't like Taylor Swift when I was younger because I was behind her eras and it was a really casual observation then but every day I find new ways it's true

[synthshenanigans]

Jashtober Day 7- Entropy

Very very lightly based on Dream (Outro from Calamity)

[yumzworks]

vineshroom lollipop charm concept :3c

[todayisafridaynight]

the grapevine

[ostensiblyfunctional]

The unofficial slogan of Lamia Scale is "METAPHORICAL!" shouted at the top of your lungs, because when people give you the side-eye for your guild being named after child-eating snake monsters, you start having fun with your response instead of explaining, for the nth time, that this guild is full of serial adopters and no, children do not get eaten here, they form into roving brat packs and pick a guildmate to terrorize for the day like a murder of crows eyeing up the fries you have in your hand

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

reputation (taylor’s version) vinyl concepts

Inspo (x) Template (x)

Check out the Swiftlit episode on colors if you haven’t already! 🌈

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[phoenixcatch7]

Man I am just SO CONFUSED. About the time line of this game.

No one is telling me how long links been gone! Or how long the botw-totk timeskip was! They all just started selling my stuff again lol. I'm going to have to get everything redyed!

Me: hey random stranger! Lore dump? You look like a lore dumper.

Kindly npc: why hullo there, link ^^! My, I haven't seen you in a while since the calamity ended! I was so worried when they said you and the princess had gone missing! But it's good to see you're well.

Me: aw, thanks. How long has it actually been tho.

Kindly npc: ^u^

[delicatetaysversion]

spending my whole life trying and trying and trying and trying to be good enough for people who don't give a fuck about me

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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