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lazylittledragon · 1 year
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doods from the stobin angstverse
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amyreads · 4 months
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word of advice from Amy to Amy dont listen to never heal myself by cults while rewriting the sad seven balcony scene while you're extra emotional because of your hormones because you will probably cry at your own work
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mari-lair · 1 year
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collecting baby aoikane like pokemon cards
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teddylacroix · 10 months
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Been thinking a lot about my lad lately.
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So so, amnesiac Soap who doesn’t remember a large chunk of his childhood. Maybe even up to his early teens. Doesn’t remember that he met Ghost when they were kids and that it was the best summer of his entire life.
As adults, Soap meets Ghost for the first time…as far as he knows. Ghost, of course, recognizes Soap immediately. He replays those memories of the cute little Scottish boy he’d met during the few occasions he allows himself to reminisce.
When Soap acts like he doesn’t know Ghost at all, it hurts just a little bit, but it’s been years, right? Maybe that summer wasn’t as memorable for Soap as it was for Ghost. That’s fine. Really. It’s /fine/.
Ghost tries to keep his distance the way he does with everyone he’s ever met but Soap worms his way in despite Ghost’s best efforts. It’s almost exactly the same as when they were younger, the way a young Johnny had seen a young Simon sitting alone in the park with bruises on his arms and instead of asking about them or poking fun, he simply tugged on Simon’s wrist gently and asked him to play.
Soap likes Ghost immediately. He’s an odd guy, definitely, and the way he stares is heavy on Soap’s skin, but there’s this itch in the back of his head that makes him feel like he’s known Ghost for a lot longer than he has. It’s not an unfamiliar feeling, there’s been odd moments of deja vu ever since the incident that caused his memory loss, so he doesn’t think about it too deeply, just prefers to live in the moment and appreciate the relationship he has with Ghost.
Finally, while taking a break after returning from an assignment that took several months, they’re outside smoking together, trading w cigarette back and forth. Soap asks about Ghost’s childhood and it makes the bigger man freeze.
“Ah, sorry sorry. I know that’s a tough question. Shouldn’t have asked.” Soap backtracks, and Ghost is quite for a while. There’s slight tension between them but nothing to make either of them leave. Ghost breathes out a thick cloud of smoke.
“Not great. Abusive dad, a mom who couldn’t do anything to protect herself, and a younger brother who would do anything to not be the target so he shoved the attention onto me instead.”
It’s Soap’s turn to be quiet and Ghost doesn’t blame him. It’s probably not the answer he thought he’d get.
“I’m sorry, Si.”
Ghost shrugs. “It’s fine. They’re all dead now.” He blows out another lungful of smoke and turns to look at Soap. “What about you?”
Soap gives him a wry smile. “Wish I knew.”
Ghost’s eyes go wide. “What?”
Soap shrugs before turning to look up at the sky rather than meet Ghost’s eyes. “Was involved in a real bad accident in my teen years. Anything about my life just,” he waves his free hand in the air, “vanished into nothing. Forgot everything and not a single thing’s come back to me ever since.”
“Johnny…” Ghost chokes out. It makes sense, suddenly. Why Soap never joins in when the team gets into one of their reminiscing moods, why he always asks questions instead of sharing his own stories even when given any other opportunity to talk their ears off, he takes it without hesitation. It also makes sense why when he saw Ghost, he’d looked at him like he was a stranger. Ghost feels something heavy in his gut.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that. We’ve both had a rough time, LT. Just happy we’re both here in the present, yeah?” Ghost nods because he can’t do or say anything else. When Soap smiles, it’s genuine and warm. The sergeant pats him on his shoulder. “Glad you agree.”
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adanima · 5 months
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starting kiseki dear to me and is it going to surprise anyone that i am immediately invested in the secondary couple that's comprised of two people already part of the mafia getting together rather than the main couple comprised of a mafia member and a person newly introduced to the mafia world
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tachineko · 6 months
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"mr. yi you have no game"
facts.
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oldschool-analog · 3 months
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Just realized I never drew Jared before so take thjs
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cimicherrychanga · 15 days
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turning my overhead lamp upside down so it lights the ceiling was one of the best choices ive ever made, turning it off and watching just how BRIGHT my glow-in-the-dark stars shine makes me so ridiculously happy every time
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butchfeygela · 2 months
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took the plunge and messaged a childhood friend, the one who invited me to synagogue for the high holidays when i learned my grandfathers were both jewish and has been the main friend not from gsa that i still had from childhood who has been silent on the genocide and posted stuff in like 2021 about 'it being complicated' and so i finally directly messaged her and was basically like 'ik your heart and ik your better than what the zionists are doing. ik u must feel conflicted, pls talk to me abt it and let me answer questions u have' hoping that she is who i believe her to be and just needs the remnants of childhood proganda wiped from her eyes but otherwise i need her to tell me she is a firm zionist so i can cut her off
also messaged my rabbi about an event i would like him to speak out about or join me at the protest for bc some local synagogues are doing some Fucked Shit
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fiendishartist2 · 5 months
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sonic........ i love you
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love-you-fo-rever · 4 days
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not a singluar murder drones art post making me develop an entire complicated obscure headcanon and writing a whole fic with a self insert in it… that doesn’t sound like me at aaalllll!!
please help me.
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writing-good-vibes · 2 years
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Me again heh, I'd also like to request 29 with charles lee ray, please. Thank you friend, I'm excited for this! and I'll definitely make sure to stop by more as we get closer to august
friend !! ahh august is here and i am back !! i feel i've been a bit absent lately (life happens, am i right) but it was good to get back into the swing of things with there requests !! thank you as always for sending some through, you provide the best combos 💗 hope you enjoy 😊✌ WARNING for implied instances of smut but nothing major.
[☀ requests for summer prompts are still open, and will be all month ☀]
charles lee ray (childhood friends)
When you were a kid, each summer had felt like a lifetime.
Summers went on for aeons, and when school started once again in the autumn, everyone was changed. It happened year after year, people grew up or left town or travelled the world or cut their hair.
Everyone except for Chucky. Chucky never seemed to change.
Perhaps it was because you spent so much time with him that you didn't notice the changes. Didn't notice how he grew taller, or how his shoulders filled out. Didn't notice the softness of his baby face give way to sharp cheeks and deep brows. Didn't notice the way his hands became slender and taut with a different type of tension.
What you did notice was how the summers changed from endless days of tumbling through dry grass and climbing gnarly oak trees to a different type of tumbling around. To long drives up to lover's lane and skinny dipping in the creek. To breaking into abandoned houses and coming home with a hangover and dirty knees. Days, and nights, like these were when you thought, Life doesn't get much better than this.
Chucky had been in your life for as long as you could remember, so it only made sense to go with him when, on one of the last hot days of August, he said, "Let's blow this town, you comin'?"
A part of you wanted to go, simply so that you could make the summer last forever. The other part, the rational part that wasn't effected by the golden glow of childhood nostalgia knew he was only leaving to escape trouble. Knew he and, if you chose to follow him, you would be escaping trouble for the rest of his life.
Later you think it's funny that he brought you to Chicago, where the winters are long and bitter and freezing.
But then the summer comes again. And, there was no harm in remembering. In watching him squinting in the sunshine and tie his hair back against the Chicago humidity. In thinking that, right now, he doesn't look so different from those long gone Jersey days. Shoulders, cheeks, hands.
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harp-bo-barp · 3 months
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harper the silly thing is that like in my drafts and one of the many ronance aus i wanted to like bring up like childhood friends was there im giggling
OOOOOOUUH
childhood ronance friends my beloved <33 I love aus like that they make me want to combust into flames (positively 😻)
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smileysvech · 2 years
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I looked at you like the stars that shine in the sky, the pretty lights
Mary’s Song (Oh My My My) - Taylor Swift
tyson jost is literally the most boy-next-door boy in the world and you cannot change my mind on this!
tagging: @jostystyles @beauvibaby @fallinallincurls @corneliaskates @slaykovsky @eberles @justjosty @signofthebarnes @laurenairay @senditcolton
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half-elf-lesbian · 2 years
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the way my heart broke at the little (unopened by her.) subheading…
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