Soaps and Dragons
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One manifestation of anti-transmasculinity I see again and again, primarily in discussions about the existence/denial of anti-transmasculinity is the treatment of transmascs in the same way cis men treat feminists as hysterical women and rad/feminists treat men as ignorant beasts. Of course these really just echo each other in that the other is deemed lesser but it's really in the wording.
You do not, can not ever understand misogyny, you are just ignorant sluts vieing for attention, what happened to you wasn't that bad, you're exaggerating, it was just a joke, it doesn't matter, you deserved it, you're being dramatic, who cares, who cares, who cares. Just shut up already.
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i’ve been daydreaming about this idea and istg i can never word it well so heres a ramble but thinking about soap and reader who sleep together not out of desire for each other but because they’re both so madly in love—to the point of ragged obsession—with ghost.
how you seek out each other every night, pawing hands mapping scarred bodies, trying to imagine a bulkier frame, a deeper voice; a face never seen before. you leave marks on each other’s skin, pleas dripping from your maws—“more,” he begs; “please,” you whisper and you both know the two of you are thinking about ghost.
how you fall beside each other, staring at the barrack’s ceiling, quiet, before the anecdotes drip.
soap tells you about him today. the jabs, the teasing, the way big hands clasped his wrists to help him find a better position in the firing range. he tells you about the incident in the locker room, how the two of them stepped into each other’s space, unconsciously gravitating toward each other, unaware of how close they’ve become until soap felt the drag of ghost’s denim on his thigh. he was the one who sprang away, guilt heavy on his tongue.
i thought of you, johnny said. i couldn’t do that to you.
you whimper, tucking your face on the crook of his neck, feeling his arm curl around you and pull you close.
voice wavering, you tell him about ghost’s silence. his coldness. how he met your eyes today before deliberately walking past you like you weren’t worth much, not his time nor his presence. you tell him about the way ghost was always there in your peripheral, somehow—a stalking shadow, a beast prowling, but always dismissive, always detached. you tell soap of the misery.
you never really did know why ghost hated you.
(oh but you do.
you tell yourself you don’t know as if ghost’s ire didn’t start that day when he caught you and soap slipping out of the closet. remember what he did then? he tugged soap out of your reach and flicked his eyes down on you with a warning before marching out with johnny’s wrist still clasped in his hand.
remember what the darkness was that danced in ghost’s eyes?
jealousy.
possessiveness.
ghost didn’t care about you. he never had.)
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the one time zombie Ghost spoke
it's not the same anymore
I don't feel the warmth from the fire
I don't feel the warmth of your kiss
I don't feel anymore
And I fear one day I won't be to able to feel you all together
if that time do come, Johnny
I have nothing to say but
"Im sorry"
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Gaz spending the holidays with Soap and Ghost and Soap's family. Soap's niblings surround Gaz and are asking him all sorts of questions.
"Where do you live?"
"London."
"Do you have a pet?"
"I have a dog."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
Gaz froze while Soap choked on his drink, "Uh, no. I don't have a girlfriend."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want a girlfriend."
"Oooh! Do you want a boyfriend instead?"
Soap was dying internally as Gaz continued to humor the kids, "Yea, I wouldn't mind a boyfriend."
"Then why don't you have a boyfriend?"
The kids were called into the house for a snack break, leaving Gaz alone. But Gaz was not left unscathed because all he can think about now is how he's alone.
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