No second location, that was the mantra that had been drilled into your head. So when a man bullied his way into your passenger seat, put a gun to your head and told you to drive, you did that. When he told you to take the next cut off you did not.
"Naw think I'll shoot ye?"
"Think if you do we're doing 80 and we're both meeting a quick end."
It's night time, quiet motorway that stretches for hours and hours. He laughs in disbelief after the initial plan to intimidate you fails. You can't keep driving forever, but he is fascinated by the attempt.
One hour in and you know each others names. He knows what music you like, knows you're single, that you have a cat. You know this is the first time he's brought a girl back (or has tried to at least), that he's the youngest in his team and this is an initiation of sorts. He connects his phone so he can blast his music. "Naw dying in a blaze of glory to fuckin' showtunes sweetheart."
You scream at one point, raw fury. He screams with you, whooping as you pick up speed and hit 100 in a moment of blind emotion before you slow a little again. He's touching you, a hand running down your body as he whispers filth into your ear. You give him nothing, act unaffected as your hands grip the wheel so tight they are turning pale.
There's a phone call. One of his team.
"As beautiful as you'd be dead, your pretty corpse is of fuck all use if it's burned to a crisp in a fireball."
"Oh, I don't talk about necrophilia until the second date."
"Fuck LT ye should see her. Spitting mad, think she might actually kill herself just tae take me with her."
Soap groans the words out, hard over the idea of dying in this car with you, throbbing with the knowledge that maybe you hate him so much you're willing to give up your life to spite him.
There are other team members, you try and block it all out. You are crying with frustration because soon the motorway will run out. Maybe you'll just drive straight to a police station, but then Price who you think may be their leader tells you that if his boy goes to jail, he may as well do it for murder.
"Soap'll blow your pretty brains right out of your skull luv, now pull off at the next exit and follow directions."
"Isn't it apparent by now that I'd rather die?"
"If that were true you'd have crashed 100 miles back."
He's right. You don't want to die. You really do not want to die. Over the last few hours you've developed an aversion to Soap dying as well. He's crazy, certifiably insane, but the danger of him is the kind of danger that comes with the flood of adrenaline that borders on erotic with how strong it is. You're sort of attached, trauma bonded maybe.
But the mantra persists. No second location.
Soap grins wildly when he sees how you relax, how your eyes fill with resignation. He can see what you're going to do. So he kisses you, tongue trying to bury itself as far into your mouth as possible.
"Let's dae it baby."
So you do. You bank hard right and the car goes flying, tumbling over and over into a field. You don't know how you survive it, but the next thing you know you are in the back of an ambulance. The police question what happened once you're stable in the hospital. You tell them everything. Psychotic break they think, suicide attempt. After all, yours was the only body in that car when they got there.
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When. When you. When the- when. Mr pines watching some TV late at night and you walk in and um. His tummy..And youg kiss him ..
So my girlfriend and I jumped on the rewatch of gravity falls/swooning over stans bandwagon and I've been possessed with an urge to kiss those old men. Ford coming soon probably !!!
It's been so weird realizing I think they're super hot when I originally watched this as a teenager and DID find them attractive but pretended not to because I did not understand those feelings lmaoooo. Now I'm an adult and I'm like "yeah I'm gonna xxxx and xxxx his xxx and then xxx yk? Yk. Wild. Turns out I like fat hairy guys, big fan actually. Thank God my friends/family don't use tumblr. Trusting you guys to keep this a TOTAL SECRET. Anyways-
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seeing other queer people use words like "freak" and "degenerate" as insults is like one of the worst versions of the "it hurt itself in its confusion" meme
like, my buddy! my dude and/or not-dude! we are the freaks and degenerates! that's how society views us, and it's the side we should all want to be on!
nobody's going around handing out cookies to those of us that are the most morally pure, and trying to fit in isn't going to make them like us more! let yourself live a little, and enjoy things, and just...be weird. it's okay to be weird!
go love something strange, and be friends with odd people, and forget what normal is supposed to look like! find the part of yourself that feels anxious about being different, and tell it that it's going to be okay! and then join me at the weird kid table, because I brought pb&j to share, and I want to hear about whatever bizarre thing is rotating in your brain this week
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