#getting to me

[robiinurheart33]

Soap knows Ghost is beautiful. He doesn’t need to see his real face to know. It’s in the way he carries himself, his thick British accent, the arrogant quirk of his eyebrow that shifted under his mask. He never had any urge to take a peek at his face under that mask, always respected his boundaries, always stayed fairly within line.

But during the mission in Las Almas, where Ghost had so unwaveringly pulled off his mask, Johnny felt like his whole world had been shaken. Maybe it was because Ghost was his whole world Soap had been obsessed ever since. The crooked curve of his nose, his clipped and messy dirty blonde hair, the slight curve of his Cupid’s bow on his upper lip, the jagged scar that had been carved into pale, almost sickly skin. It was all so utterly Simon. Soap felt unhealthily obsessed. Genuinely, he thought that he could not be any more head over heels, and he goes and does this.

It was stupid how eager Soap was to draw his face. It was like he was a puppet on a string, pulled by his untethered compulsiveness. He had to be cautious. He yearned rip off the mask Ghost has just put on again to kiss him stupid in front of everyone. 141, maybe. But not the Los Vaqueros. He does have that sliver of sanity to hold himself back. But god, if that doesn’t just open up a door of opportunities for him behind closed doors. The extra areas of skin that were now not so unreachable was like dangling a candy in front of a child and expecting them to not take it.

Simon is beautiful. Simon is so pretty. Simon is stunning. Pure Bonnie.

Soap wills himself to shut the fuck up and focus on the mission. He wants to see Simon again. Preferably, in a setting with more light. Soap feels like he’s rediscovering ghost all over again, he wants to see his smile, his annoyed expression, his huffs and grunts, everything on his face. Good lord, does he have dimples? Soap thinks he might just die.

The act of seeing ghost’s skin lights something in soap. He doesn’t know what it is, but he feels the impatience and desperation to find out what it is. He grapples and tries to identify it, but like his callsign, it slips away and he’s left with a frustratingly empty feeling he knows only ghost can fill. I’ll find out. I swear, I’ll find it out.

Soap has never been a patient man.

(CLICKS FOR PALESTINE)

[aphroditaeon]

adding Levi’s very dead and very evil father’s lore to this fic is making me fall in love with him too i need an intervention (yes they look alike i made him look like both of his parents idc)

[a-murmur-of-a-prayer]

It is just so, so depressing to still be waiting for a job. I'm so close to getting the one that would be beneficial to me, but the process has been taking SO long (I've been unemployed for almost three months). It feels silly to say, but without a job, it's as if my life has no meaning. I have no structure to my day, I live with my parents and am essentially freeloading off of them. The warm weather down here (my parents are in Texas) is probably the only thing that's saving my mental health at the moment. I have tried to put meaning into it by writing things, but it's so much harder to dredge up the motivation right now to do so. I want to cry just about every day, but my sister and my mom and my dad are all going through things and I need to help them, so I feel like I can't. Being an American, current events are stressing me out - I've connected with new people but they are not my friends that I've had for years, and I'm so beyond sad that I don't have a job that my insecurities about never having had a boyfriend don't even matter to me right now. Every day is just more of the same, and I just really hope I get an answer from the job I want because I don't know how much longer I can go on like this.

[oh-yeah-no]

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[dogyip]

there's something so weird about, like, being content with myself in the sense i know i could be alone and i could be okay. it wouldn't be the best thing ever but i'd be okay. i have my friends i love who i know love me in whatever way they do and that's wonderful. but i want romantic love so bad—like the last time i was ever wanted romantically was when i was sixteen and it makes me feel so off the walls.

[dreamertrilogys]

THE LACK OF INSULATION HERE IS REALLY GETTING TO ME TBH. AUSTRALIAN WALLS SHOULD BE THICKER.

[drumlincountry]

If your life is horrible and you need a new source of meaning and direction.... Do NOT find religion. Learn to identify plants.

[ninjasmudge]

worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard

[artistformerlyknownasbutttrumpet]

no i don't want to use your ai assistant. no i don't want your ai search results. no i don't want your ai summary of reviews. no i don't want your ai feature in my social media search bar (???). no i don't want ai to do my work for me in adobe. no i don't want ai to write my paper. no i don't want ai to make my art. no i don't want ai to edit my pictures. no i don't want ai to learn my shopping habits. no i don't want ai to analyze my data. i don't want it i don't want it i don't want it i don't fucking want it i am going to go feral and eat my own teeth stop itttt

[rowanisawriter]

this what im going thru rn. if anyone gaf

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

This song has single-handedly taken over my life and it’s only been like a week

[bitchfitch]

writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.

[pipebombgf]

gender-affirming surgery is a months-long dark comedy. what the fuck do you mean you're charging me double for everything. what do you mean they itemize the bill by left and right ball. what the fuck.

[andisupreme]

At the company retreat, one extremely drunk girl asked what my pronouns were. (Eventually, it took her a while to word the question.) After the whole conversation was done, she goes- "YEAHHH GURL, Get on with--with THY bad self! See what I did?? They/them/thy."

I was almost holding back tears from trying not to laugh as I told her yes that's great you nailed it honey. Thank you very much I am feeling the love.

Anyway I've been assigned Thee/Thine at Supportive Drunk Girl

[beholdthemem]

My fellow bitches under 5'5. Whatever the money, do not take a job working at a middle school. A fellow adult tried to put me in detention last month and would NOT give up until I showed her my badge proving Yes, The School Hired Me To Work Here. It's not meant for people our height.