#honestly don't know where it came from

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[laventadorn]

ohohohohoho what is this, hoho :>

*throws this down and the flees back into the woods*

[goodcatastrophe]

Hello laios nation

[disdaidal]

Someone who constantly embarks on ship wars and fandom wank... doesn't sound too mentally stable. It's sad, really.

Dedicating all that energy and free time to arguing about fictional characters and their relationships, instead of channeling it into something more relaxing or creative, sounds destructive.

Seek help, please. Before it devours you completely.

[femalefemur]

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

warnings: manipulation, dub-con, please let me know if i missed anything!

synopsis: Johnny lives and Simon lies to him.

Need Soap who survived the gunshot but once he wakes up has memory loss and Ghost who stays by his side until he wakes up and watches Soap struggle to remember who he is.

Tells him he's his boyfriend that they've been dating for a while, that they live together and gets everything ready for when Soap is discharged. Makes sure the house is perfect, brings Soap home to a secluded home in the highlands and watches him frown as he struggles to try and remember but it's all blank. Watches Soap explore the house from room to room, watches him stop in front of the room that's dedicated to his art supplies and sees the flicker of familiarity cross Soap's face as he picks up a paintbrush.

Ghost smiling slightly from the doorway before quietly ushering him into the bedroom and watches as Soap's eyes drift across the large bed and a faint blush crosses his cheeks before he walks into the bathroom, running his fingers across all his belongings as Ghost draws him a bath.

Ghost watching him as he undresses and assures him it's fine, that it's nothing he hasn't seen countless times before as he presses a fleeting kiss to Soap's shoulder. Watches as Soap's mind works to assure itself that it's alright before he fully undresses and sinks into the water, relaxing finally.

Ghost spending the following months glued to Soap's side, helping him try to remember their friends through photographs, watching Soap light up each time he slowly remembers another piece of of information and peppering him with kisses each time. Watches Soap stare at a picture of his family and light up as he remembers them, pointing at each one in the framed picture in his hands as he tells Ghost their names. Before watching his eyes fill with tears that spill over and down his cheeks as Ghost tells him that they're dead. Comforts him as he cries and cries until he's worn out and Ghost is carrying him to their bed, whispering sweet nothings as he holds Soap until they both asleep.

Ghost watching like he's a wolf hunting its prey while Soap slowly wanders around the surrounding forest of the property, stares as Soap turns to smile at him and tease him about how diligently he watches over him. Tells the other man he's just worried and doesn't want lose him again, that he's just being careful and presses a kiss to his mouth before Soap can say anymore.

Ghost brushing Soap off each time he asks why their friends haven't been in contact. Telling him that they're busy with work, that they're on missions and still hunting Makarov, which placates the man's curiosity for the time being. Watches as Soap happily paints and draws for hours on end before they cook dinner together, making one of Soap's favourite meals and later watches Soap writhing under him at night as he begs Ghost for more, to be filled with him.

Watches as Soap's memories start to fill out more and his eyes light up every time he tells Ghost a new piece of information. Ghost smiling and telling Soap how wonderful it is that he's remembering again, how amazing he is and praising him as he pushes his tongue into the man's mouth in a dizzying kiss which makes Soap giddy each time.

Ghost sprawled across the chaise lounge in Soap's art room as he holds an open book in his hand that he had been reading over the week but is now instead watching Soap paint. Watching the way he holds the brush in his hand and smiles to himself as his artwork comes to life.

Ghost whose eyes are searing into Soap as he prays that Soap never fully recovers, that he never fully remembers. That they can stay like this forever secluded away from everyone and that Soap will never know that they hadn't ever been together and that they never lived together. That he would never know that Ghost had bought this house as soon as Soap had asked who he was and the doctors had confirmed he had memory loss, and filled it with all of Soap's belongings that he had moved from his actual apartment. That yes their friends were busy and working but that Ghost had essentially cut all contact with them after they'd left the hospital and that no, Soap's family weren't in fact dead and that Ghost had lied to him, lied to him about everything and everyone.

[phantomoftheorpheum]

The implications of the fact that the most watched first run episode of Gilmore Girls ("Let The Games Begin" - 3x08) is the one directly after "They Shoot Gilmores, Don't They?" are not lost on me.

[desiderio-dixon]

pre-apocalypse young daryl working in a traveling circus.... setting up and maintaining the attractions.... pre-apocalypse reader working in a traveling circus... as a card reader.... perhaps some young love will occur....

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

You were both born under the same stars. You don't particularly like to think about that fact often as it does come off far too sickeningly sentimental, yet it is true. Just sixteen days separate his date of birth from yours, you have never known the world without him in it.

There is an irony in those stars, one you cannot help but smirk at. You both share the same star sign; Libra. Libra, you learn, is the sign of balance. Represented by the scales, Libras are obsessed with symmetry and equilibrium. You and he have been things to each other through the years; enemies, rivals, competitors, dare we now say friends?, yet through it all he has always remained your one true equal. It takes everything in you not to laugh out loud when you both set the exact same time as you battle to secure pole position. Sixteen days may have separated your births but it seems that when you race each other, nothing can keep you apart. Not that you mind now, now that you are both are grown and have grown past the petty squabbles of adolescence, now that you understand that you'll never race anybody the way you are able to race him. You have come to love the way you can battle each other and cannot help but crave the high that comes as you race each other to the very limit and push your cars beyond what their creators thought possible.

You're not quite sure if you believe in fate but you do feel as though that the universe likes to point and laugh at you specifically. His name translates to "the greatest rival", which is who he always been to you, he has always been your greatest rival. It's foolish and unrealistic but you can't help but wonder if his mother somehow knew, as she held him for the first time, who he'd eventually become, as if she had any idea that sixteen days later and over 800 kilometers away that other born racer would come into the world and that her baby boy would be his - your - greatest rival. You decide eventually that the universe simply likes its' jokes.

Neither of you have ever done anything by half's. Even when you hated him, you knew he hated you just as much. You share the same convection, the same drive, it's little wonder that you clashed so often as children. Yet, even then, he was the one you wanted to battle, to beat. It somehow mattered more when it came down to the two of you. It still does. Back then you hated being compared to him, just as he hated being compared to you. Ironically now it is you two who are drawing the most comparisons between yourselves. It's only now, now that you've grown, that you both understand and appreciate just how similar you are to each other.

You don't remember meeting for the first time. Sometimes it feels like he just appeared next to you, lining up to take his place on the grid and then never left. You know they'll ask you one day, where did the story start, where did the legendary rivalry begin? You already know your answer. Once there was an incident on a race track called Val d'Argenton. It's an incident immortalized by both of your unique post race debriefs caught on film, it's a story you can't help but smile at when you think of it. Perhaps that was the first time you both saw how similar you were, that you understood that you could push but that he would push back and that you both would do that for however long as was necessary because you both wanted to win so badly. You were both infuriated by each other, he was especially frustrated by you. You wouldn't or couldn't even say goodbye to each other for years. You have to laugh as well when you think back to Austria 2019, your first F1 podium together. This time, it was you who was especially pissed at him. In a fit of anger, you unfollowed him on Instagram and then had to spend the next two hours looking across at him on his private jet as you both flew home. Deep down, perhaps you both are still the kids you used to be. You wonder how your child self or even how the Charles of 2019 would react to the relationship you now have with him, how you not only wave goodbye as you leave the track but how you chat and joke with each other and how you have post race debriefs with each other... You think that they'd probably look at you like you have two heads. Maybe that's a good thing, makes you value how much you've grown more.

Neither of you are old enough to remember the days of Senna and Prost but that's the expectation people have placed on you both for years. Since you were children they have all marked you for greatness. You, the predestined one, while he was the inevitable. You're not one to obsess over the mythos formula one likes to create but, as a Ferrari driver, you cannot help but lose yourself in the story somewhat. Two boys are born sixteen days apart. They meet on a race track as children. They race each other with everything they have. They meet again on a race track, this time they're grown and chasing the glory they could only dream of as children. They'll spend their whole lives racing each other, if they can. You don't seem to mind that perhaps it's a comfort, to have at least one constant in your life. You've never known the world without him in it, you hope you never do.

[ineff-ability]

alarm.

i woke up this morning to the sound of my phone chiming.

an alarm. 8:30, the time reads.

ten more minutes, i think to myself, and press the snooze button.

8:40, and it's ringing again. i had a late night.

so i reach out to press the snooze button.

the clock now reads 9:00. my phone is chiming again. i ignore it.

the sound doesn't stop.

sleep invites me back inside for a cup of coffee, and happily, i accept.

i wake up, finally, at 9:30. the sun snakes its way to my face, shining in my eyes brightly, feeling like a harsh reality check.

i take my phone.

long lines of notifications snake down my screen. they reach out, crushing my windpipes and wrapping around my chest, pulling tight. they have my heart and have devoured it whole, stopping it from beating. the snakes must have found their way to my brain too, since everything seems clogged. if my mind was a city, natural disaster had struck, and only rubble remained.

the words swam in front of my eyes, and i wasn't quite sure when, but my phone had ended up on the floor. it seemed a long way down from up here. i was standing on the edge of a cliff. the ground crumbled beneath my feet, and the wind was so harsh it brought tears to my eyes.

finally, i lost my balance, and fell. i didn't scream. the snakes had taken my voice too. ghosts of words danced on the backs of my eyelids tauntingly as i spiralled towards the ground.

...

...

...

i never will snooze an alarm ever again.

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

I'm mad at myself for being ashamed/embarrassed about shipping my OCs with canon characters because now I see people have fun with it and I want to again but my brain is being a meanie about it :(

[angrybatart]

Something I'm working on for a comic.

[good--merits-accumulated]

I LOVE IT WHEN I HAVE WIP QUESTIONS AND THEY GET ANSWERED THROUGH RANDOM INSTAGRAM REELS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[pocket-size-cthulhu]

Want to hear my new idea? It's called "rush hour." See, all these people are starting from similar positions going to roughly the same areas all at the same time. But instead of everyone loading up on one large, fast, safe metal tube and doing something else until the tube spits them out at their destination, we're giving everyone small, dangerous metal tubes that they have to maneuver themselves. Because everyone maneuvers differently, this will be very slow and frustrating, not to mention dangerous because the tubes will often collide. But we'll sell it by telling them it's faster and gives them more independence. This whole situation will make everyone miserable. What do we think

[spacedoutwitch]

Still getting back into the habit of drawing regularly, finally got around to the new Good Omens season, and continue to have TMA and crossover brain worms, so. Have some Totally Human Police Officers.

[aparticularbandit]

Also thinking about how none of the fam even knew who Helen was and what that says about Andi's relationship with Helen and how that colors what Helen says about the fam.

I think it's very likely that Helen and Andi weren't close. That Andi chose the fam over Helen. They were part of two completely separate worlds, and all Helen could see was how Andi changed herself to be something that they'd always made fun of, to try and be part of these people who were just like everyone they'd always made fun of.

So of course Helen would call them shitheads. They stole her sister from her, turned her into someone else, stabbed her in the back (metaphorically), and then stabbed her in the back (literally) with the fake suicide.

And when Helen asks if they went to Andi because they cared, she has to be asking herself that, too, because she wasn't there either.

Because when Andi found the envelope, she sent that email to her fam, not to her sister.

Helen, how did you know how to break Andi's passwords to get to that email?

Nah, I think Helen always hated the fam. I think she loved her sister, and as a result, she hated the fam. She didn't know them. She never met them. Andi never invited her to meet them, never wanted the fam to meet her.

(And Miles seeing Andi show up and probably not remembering that Helen exists and just thinking his murder attempt didn't succeed and now Andi's out here, having survived, to deal with him. Because Andi barely mentioned Helen. And Miles isn't the sort of person who would have remembered her.)

[murkystarlight]

Lukas being a k-pop fan is a thing right? And I love it.

It.. kinda fits. I guess?

And I can definitely imagine him spending money on albums

So.... I have additions to this

I always thought Petra would be a good dancer. I don't know why honestly. But I always imagined Petra doing Tik Tok trends or something- (I never had tik tok). But I think it makes sense. And it just kinda stuck with me

So, what I have now is:

The two of them bonding over k-pop. Lukas requests a song and Petra would do the dance :p

That's all, thank you