#dictator!logan

[whalesfall]

logan drafting a last will but shoving it in a safe never to be glanced at, a “collection of musings,” from the man who thought he would never die. claiming kendall as heir only to cross it out. Kendall being the only person to say in the absolute first episode that Logan will die, “we don’t know how many more of them (birthdays) we have left” — speaking of his death when it’s so clear to speak of Logan’s death is akin to a kind of treason………..

#succession spoilers #succession #logan your tyrannical immortal dictator empire of shit is sooooo

[goldlightsaber]

i miss logan just because you don’t realize how much he was keeping the siblings’ chaos in line until he’s gone

#roman wouldn’t have become a megalomaniac dictator w/ him around you know what i mean #I mostly jest ofc #but there’s literally no one reigning them in #succession #succession spoilers #logan roy #text

[shivcodedkendall]

Something about how Succession never shows flashbacks so all we have are fleeting references tinted by a character's different perspective on the past. Like I feel there are better examples but the one coming to mind is how Kendall and Connor tell Roman they remember putting him in a dog cage bc he liked it/it was a game but Roman vehemently disagrees and says he doesn't remember it that way at all...but his siblings remain adamant that their version is "correct"... IWTV actually using flashbacks but still kinda doing a similar thing (not really) with Louis telling Daniel that Claudia couldn’t burn Lestat’s body when it was really Louis who couldn’t and he who choked Claudia as a result…the past isn't real...just stories we use to convince ourselves we didn't hurt the ones we love...idk is this anything probably not...just loving this odyssey of recollection...

#its just been ruminating in my mind like characters like Logan love to say the past is made up #And not real...literally in real time logan minimizes slapping roman to his face...like #the past is just a story you can change as you please to your advantage #and yet the Roy children’s every move is dictated by their very real past under their abusive fathers thumb #like the past tortures them #And Louis is pretending to be ready to talk about the past and what actually happened but he’s also changing details and trying to play dow #his real emotions he felt back then and v important details... to assuage his guilt over how badly it ended with Claudia and Lestat #but Louis' past is still haunting him whether he addresses how he was hurt deeply by Lestat and how he hurt Claudia head on or not #Me.txt #succession #interview with the vampire

[scoopsgf]

I could write an essay on how hating rory gilmore has become a trend and it's rooted in misogyny. people have zero critical thinking when it comes to female characters who don't have the "usual" flaws (like, everyone loves lorelai, paris or even emily bc their flaws are unapologetic, but noooo rory is the villain she' sooo evil) god, she's just a libra.

SHE’S JUST A LIBRA HELP!! oh my god tho you’re right like. obviously she’s made mistakes, but so do all of the characters and somehow what they do is excused, but rory is demonised for her shortcomings. it’s so fucked up when you think about how she spent so long trying to be perfect because she was afraid of letting people down, afraid of how they would react when she stopped being obedient and faultless and responsible; she never got to be a child, she never got to fuck up when she was young the way most people do… and when she finally did, her theory about how everyone would turn on her and hate her for it was proven right. so many viewers call her spoiled and bratty and entitled, but they never call out paris for actually exhibiting those behaviors (when if you ask me, rory is none of those things—she is generous and considerate and determined, and when she is given things she fully intends to pay people back for them). they shit all over her for the yacht thing but never acknowledge how she was spiralling over what mitchum huntzberger said to her, and they also conveniently leave out logan’s part in the whole thing. they also fail to notice the character assassination she suffers from in s7 and actually use her behavior in that season to support their argument that she’s just a heartless nepotism baby, but like. idk a huge part of me doesn’t even consider that to be rory. unless asp is writing her or directing her or whatever, idk i just disregard it. like idk who that is but that is not our girl lmao.

#asks #anon #gilmore girls #rory gilmore #gilmore girls meta #this is disorganized but #my point is that she’s a nuanced character who makes mistakes #but so does everyone else #and she LEARNS from those mistakes too #the whole point of the show is to display real human relationships and behavior #that’s asp’s style #no one on any of her shows is ever gonna be perfect #and rory… god she’s literally not even bad compared to many of the other characters on the show #like if you wanna hate her for the things she did while she was with logan? bro blame LOGAN too #yeah rory is capable of making her own decisions and her actions aren’t dictated by anyone #but logan WAS a bad influence in a lot of ways #and if you wanna hate her for the dean thing and the affair? blame dean and jess too #jess played a part in the heartbreak she experienced and had to stuff down #and dean literally CORNERED HER in her bedroom like #not enough people talk about how her first time was borderline assault #the dude backed her into a wall and coerced and manipulated and lied until she caved and slept with him #GOD im angry now

[myplasticadversary]

I think it's really funny when you contemplate that Waystar is essentially like if Disney owned Fox News

#what if logan roy had his own epcot he could be a shitty little dictator over #succession

[paragonsage91]

The Cinematic Shaman Speech

Just a video I made in hopes of shifting people to a positive perspective in these dark times.

#youtube #anime amv #movies #hope #inspiration #cowboy bebop #the great dictator #bleach #godzilla #logan #shaman #dragon #the ancient magus bride

[feydfuckernation]

going for a VERY niche audience with this one but just...hear me out

#i am once again blogging to myself but idc #this is too important for me to try and think about before i forget #again vito corleone is a better more respectable man than logan roy ever will be #but i think there's smthn here...i really do #they're equal but opposite in every way (logan vs don corleone) except for when they're very similar (fredo vs the waiter) #both vito and logan don't want their sons to take over but for very different reasons #ik the succ fandom likes to joke abt how kendall is a murderer but he's really not #so in that sense they're also different since michael explicitly had fredo killed #whereas the waiter was literally just an accident n the crime had more to do with the fact that kendall fled the scene (in a state of shock) #but there's still a lot of guilt there #also vito actually loved his son whereas logan...idk i think he has some fucked up love for his children but it's so...not good lmao #he's a terrible father who has done terrible things #vito has also done terrible things #probably even moreso than logan #like yeah the coverup with cruises was Bad(tm) but as far as we know logan has not deliberately had anyone killed #but vito has some semblance of honour that dictates a lot of what he does and why #uGH I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS THAT I CAN'T FULLY ARTICULATE BECAUSE I OPENED PANDORA'S BOX W THIS ONE #I JUST #aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #idk maybe i'll try hammering it out again later #meta tag ig #succession #the godfather #i don't think i have any succession mutuals and i SERIOUSLY doubt i have succession AND godfather mutuals but if ur out there.......

[coldforestnight]

Watched 4x02 last night and can happily confirm it is still one of the best episodes of s4 if not the whole show

#it has EVERYTHING logan controlling ATN like a dictator. the kerry tape situation #and of course the karaoke scene… words cannot describe #logan finally powerless against his kids for once in his life #not to mention the fact that he DIES the next DAY. #it’s a much better ep to watch in hindsight #oh and the romelogan scene at the end of the ep. ‘i need you’ ooof #succ lb

[cemeterything]

i feel like your ocs would have amazing aita posts

oh definitely. in fact here's a sample for you.

Annie: "AITA for constructing a moral framework based on my belief that I am a character in a cosmic horror setting where my knowledge of the horrors makes me a target and thus I must do whatever it takes to survive (NOTE: I have justified the ruination of the lives of hundreds of people thanks to this worldview, but in my defence most of them had the potential to kill me even if they weren't actively trying to do so)"

also "WIBTA if I were to wander the earth leaving a trail of destruction in my wake until someone puts me out of my misery because my boyfriend died"

Lincoln: "AITA for continuing to pursue my passion of making music even though it compels people to kill each other (btw my new album is now available for pre-order!)"

Samara: "AITA for helming a highly dangerous expedition to the Arctic despite my lack of experience in this regard in order to prove to my father that I'm worthy of inheriting his company"

Nicky: "AITA for becoming a tool of the state in the fight to prevent angels and demons from abusing or destroying humanity for extremely personal revenge quest reasons (I do torture people for information as part of my job)"

Eddie: "AITA for placing myself intentionally in high-risk situations to spite my overbearing sister (regardless of your verdict I will be continuing)"

Logan: "AITA for tying my loyalty to whoever I perceive to be the most capable of protecting me from harm at any given time and doing whatever they ask of me unconditionally"

Fen: "AITA for letting people drown if they don't pay me to ferry them across the marshland which I am a physical manifestation of"

The Radio Host: actually i'm not even gonna try to write one for him he's a genocidal dictator who wants to turn the universe into its personal surveillance state

Dante: "AITA for running away from home to play a game that could kill me because I didn't want to talk to my parents about my mental health and also being a nepo baby I guess"

Maja: "WIBTA if I just lay down and gave up while my team are waiting for me to bring back help and rescue"

Pentifer: "AITA for killing innocent people so I can use their corpses as puppets to get close to my assassination targets if I was abused by my creator until I became hateful and cruel and now have no reason to trust that anyone will treat me differently when I'm widely feared and considered an abomination"

Jocelyn: "AITA for being an opportunistic cult leader who eats people and turns them into cocoons for spiders if I was raised to believe I have no choice in the matter"

Ram: "AITA for dying so badly that it was the catalyst of the problems for everyone around me"

Radi: "AITA for being unable to fall in love with the person who loved the person I was before her personality and memories were forcibly erased and I was born from the ashes of her destruction"

[chaos--gremlin]

It's everyone's favorite parental figure!

...hey, has anybody seen Janus?

I got this idea from @deostyx 's wonderful post! (Thank you for the free brainrot <3!!)

Just being a nerd under the cut 💛🩵

I love the idea of a Patton and Janus fusion that seems mostly like Patton, except some things are just off, and Virgil would definitely be the first to notice.

Patton and Janus are foils because of how they mirror each other in their actions and values: honesty vs deception, altruism vs self-preservation, innocence vs "the snake in the garden" (that was the best way I could put it). Janus can impersonate Logan almost flawlessly but it was very interesting to see how he impersonated Patton in his reveal episode- exactly like how I imagine their fusion to be: Patton but wrong. Patton but not so innocent, Patton who enjoys impossible moral dilemmas, Patton sitting in the director's chair and dictating how the scenes should go.

"Patton" who lies to cover his identity, who's gloves conceal rough, scaley skin. "Patton" who's smile is a little too wide, who's forked tongue threatens to perk between their teeth. "Patton" who gaslights the other sides into thinking it's just him, who plays with Virgil's emotions until he almost gives up on discovering the truth.

And this one's kinda funny, but- "Patton" who suddenly drinks wine!

I just love the idea of this because maybe they would be great at being Thomas's morality, steering him in the right directions (as Patton would have it). But there's always something wrong in how they go about it, their roundabout arguments, letting the other sides come to a conclusion instead of taking the straightforward Patton way of saying "THIS is the right thing to do." Regardless, perhaps this "Patton" isn't so bad. After all, when has he ever steered Thomas wrong?

ONE LAST THING - the extra floaty hands!! No other side can see them, but they represent Janus's control in a "hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil" way. Except the hands act entirely out of self-preservation: they usually cover "Patton's" mouth ("speak no evil") to prevent them from revealing their identity. I will definitely be drawing this in the future!!

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #character thomas #my art #i am so normal about this character #moceit #<- just because <3 #seriously go check out deostyxs gorgeous art #extra tags because the sanders sides fandom has so many tags: #ts virgil #ts patton #ts janus #character!thomas #sanders sides fanart

[tomwambsmilk]

Not enough discussion yet of the Logan-Colin scene. The man who has spent 3 seasons adamantly refusing to acknowledge his own mortality suddenly wants to talk about the afterlife. It's not real, but if IS real then he has some fucking theories.

Logan spends this entire episode wanting someone to tell him he's not that bad a person. Since the beginning of the show, he's used various shields to hold the allegations of moral rot at bay. Everything he's ever done, he's done for his children. This is nothing but cultural blowback, he's being punished for the sins of others. He's a good Catholic boy who couldn't even take off his undershirt in front of his wife. He just knows things about the world, that's how he makes a buck. Each excuse is flimsier than the last. And now, finally, he's out of excuses. The season 3 finale was the moment of truth where he was forced to reveal the kind of man he truly was. He's a man who wants to keep his children close even when it hurts them. He's a man who mocks love and fosters betrayal and whose only goal is to add more billions to his pile. He's a man who poisons everything around him.

And so now here he is, 81, only sycophants at his party. His children aren't here, revealing that he's not the loving father he presented himself as. Mencken isn't here, revealing that he's not as powerful or influential as he used to be (the Raisin would NEVER have snubbed a birthday invite). The Cardinal isn't here, so he can't point to the presence of a churchman as an endorsement of his own righteousness. (Why isn't the Cardinal here? Is it just because he doesn't care, or is there an unsaid moral condemnation involved in that decision?) So he leaves, and he goes to a diner with his "best friend" Colin, a man he pays to be by his side every hour of every day.

On the Succession podcast, Jesse Armstrong talks about Logan's perception of humans as something fundamentally childish. He doesn't know how to exist in the world. He doesn't have the vocabulary to relate to other people. We've spent 3 seasons debating what he considers to be a "real person", and here he reveals that he himself doesn't even know. The only way he can understand other people, the only way he can relate to them, is in economic and business terms. A person is an economic unit, moving through markets. It (and notice he says "it", not "he" or "she" or "they") has dreams and values and goals, but those simply serve to dictate how it moves through those markets. That's true for the random person on the street, but it's also true for himself and his children and everyone at Waystar. The difference is not that other people are economic units and he and his family are not. The difference is that he and his family are much bigger economic units, that make a bigger impact on the markets. They're 100 feet tall, and everyone else is pygmies, and yet being 100 feet tall doesn't make his tuna sandwich taste any better.

(And it's worth noting that when Tom and Shiv finally encounter each other, they use the same kind of economic language to discuss the state of their marriage. Shiv doesn't want to rake up a bunch of bullshit for no profit. Tom asks if she really wants to take a full accounting of all the pain in their marriage. They don't even realize that somewhere along the way they began perceiving each other and their marriage through the same lens that Logan perceives the world. They don't even recognize that they've reduced each other to economic units, moving through various markets searching for some shred of happiness or fulfillment.)

And then finally we come to the question of the afterlife. Logan doesn't believe there is an afterlife. Or does he? Maybe he genuinely doesn't. Maybe he's looked at the world and decided that heaven and hell don't fit into his market-centric worldview. Or maybe, the self-professed "good little Catholic boy" who's upset the Cardinal didn't come to his birthday party knows deep down that if there is an afterlife, he's not going to a good place. Maybe the only shield he has left to defend himself is the idea that there is no heaven and there is no hell, said with all the conviction of a man who fears his own damnation but doesn't see any way to avoid that fate.

And then he comes back to the party and he wants someone to roast him. He's staring down the gun barrel of his own impending death and he needs other people to join him in his glib assessment of his moral failings, to confirm that it's not a big deal, it's just business, his kids just suck and he's a pretty good guy and they all love him. And not a single one of them can. Karl and Frank and Gerri are too afraid of him to try and make light of his faults (in itself a somewhat damning statement). The only person even willing to try is Greg, and sure he has no comedic timing, but the deeper issue is that what's wrong with Logan is simply not funny. It's not lighthearted and glib. It's miserable and sad and lonely, and everyone is afraid of him, and there's no love or camaraderie in anything Greg says. Greg asks him where his children are and the only thing he can do is remind Greg that he, too, has been abandoned by the people who should care about him, that Greg is just as lonely and pathetic and desperately scrambling for connection as he is.

And then finally, we see Logan on the couch, in the middle of the night, watching ATN. Two men are left with life-threatening injuries after a brawl that went too far. A stupid pointless fight from which emerged no victors. Two men far younger than Logan, dying in a hospital. We know nothing about these men. We don't know what kind of legacy they might leave behind. We do know that whatever else they did will be overshadowed by the futility of their deaths. And that's when Logan calls Cyd to tell her that he doesn't like what he sees. It is the truth, but I don't think the root cause is something Cyd can fix.

#succession spoilers

[arthurmorganson]

i don’t know if anyone said this yet but Logan’s ATN speech was literally dictator-level charisma, does this make sense.

#succession #succession spoilers

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Christmas As A Roamer - The Ninth Christmas

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters,

You watched as the flames flickered in the fireplace, ignoring the buzz of your phone again. The library was your favourite room in the X Pack’s house. Dark bookcases lined the walls with a mix of the classics and modern tales along the shelves.

“You’re gonna have to answer that at some point” pushed Logan.

You sighed and flipped your phone over, so it was face down on the couch you were curled up on.

“I don’t know who it is.“ you lied.

“Oh so it’s not Frank then? Trying to make sure that you’re not on your own at Christmas, I didn’t realise you were on such close terms with them.”

“Is that a problem?”

“No, but I’d appreciate it if you’d pick up the phone, then at least he’d stop calling me.”

“What? he called you? Why would he do that?”

“I’m guessing because he cares. He called the Coulsons too.” 

“How did he even know I was here?”

“Well, your list of friends isn’t exactly long, is it?”

“Rude.”

“And it doesn’t really take a rocket scientist, or Sherlock Holmes to figure out where you’d be. Either you’re gonna be back home, which is very unlikely, or with someone you know.”

“Not necessarily. I’ve spent Christmas alone before.”

“But it ain’t pleasant kid, take it from someone who knows and understands.”

You huffed and looked up at the ceiling. 

“You can stay as long as you need to”

You nodded and let out a broken thank you.

“But I might need a favour?”

You cocked an eyebrow.

“You’re asking a favour of a witch that isn’t yours Logan?”

“I am.”

“Go on then. Although I’m not into women if you’re wanting to turn your throuple into a quad.”

“Ha ha ha” Logan replied dryly “I think I’ve got my hands full without throwing you into the mix.”

You snorted with laughter.

“Yeah you might have a point.”

“It is about them though, well, us.”

“OK. This is very vague so far.”

“Jean and I are ready for pups.”

“And Storm?” You answered quickly.

“She’s partly ready.”

“Again vague.”

“She’s scared.”

“Well being a mother is scary. Birth is scary. Even being pregnant can be scary for some.”

“And throw in being a witch into the mix and it’s got her, well, even more scared than she should be.”

“Do you usually dictate how your mates should feel?”

Logan held his hands up in surrender.

“That’s not what I meant.” he sighed “I, how do I put this without sounding like an asshole alpha?”

You said nothing but raised an eyebrow.

“I already sound like one don’t I?”

“I mean……”

“Yes you do.” Came a voice from the doorway. Jean.

“You understand her in ways we never can” she added as she set herself down beside you.

Logan went to interrupt but was cut off by a firm look from his mate.

“You can understand her where we can’t. We don’t know what it’s like to be an omega. To be an omega witch. To be a rarity. When your powers have been a cause of pain, ridicule and questionable childhoods.”

You shot her a stern look.

“And where do I fit in this?” you asked.

“She’s scared her powers will get out of control when the labour starts.” Jean replied.

“Getting ahead of yourselves aren’t you? She’s not pregnant yet.”

“Exactly, she’s not off birth control. She won’t even consider it without having a plan in place.” Logan snarked.

“And that’s her choice and we have to respect that.” Jean added.

“I’m not going to ask her to come off birth control or convince her to let you knock her up just because it’s what you want!” you quipped back.

“Damn straight sister.” Came another voice and Storm stepped out of the shadows.

Both Logan and Jean eyes went wide with shock. 

“How? Why couldn’t we smell you?” Logan almost barked.

“A concealing spell, a damn good one!” Jean frowned.

“Oh I wonder where she learnt that.” You sniggered.

Storm perched herself on the arm of the couch you were sitting on and started to play with your hair and smirked.

Jean and Logan glanced at each other. Storm hadn’t taken the overheard conversation as badly as they’d thought. They quickly discovered they were wrong, as she opened the bond and rushed her emotions through it.

“Don’t ever pull this shit again!” Storm snapped. “You aren’t as discreet as you think you are. White wolf ears, remember?”

“We thought you were sleeping.” Logan replied

“Well, that’s your own dumbass fault.” You quipped.

Storm’s expression softened as she looked down at you, still fiddling with your hair.

“We’ve already spoken. Y/N has agreed to be around during the pregnancy and during the labour. Logan you can speak to the Coulsons about a long term rental on the cottage and you two will be paying for it.”

Logan rolled his eyes as Jean replied.

“Of course.”

“You didn’t tell them the best part!” you added, smirking at Logan.

“Oh of course, she’s going to be godmother.”

“What!!?” Logan was quick to reply.

“Storm, that’s usually a mate decision.” Jean added.

“Yeah, so is trying for a baby.” she quipped back.

Jean and Logan locked eyes and it was obvious to you and Storm that they were mind linking. 

“Well, it makes complete sense. Whoever guides our pup safely into the world should be a godparent.” Jean confirmed.

“And that’s me. You’re welcome.” you replied.

“Great, now we’ll never be rid of her.” Logan threw in and you snorted with laughter.

Meanwhile on the other side of Brookville……….

Steve stood learning against the window frame looking out on to the packs land. Two years ago he had a letter in his hand telling him of his inheritance and now his pack were settled.

Well as settled as a bunch of ex-military reprobates could be. 

“Uncle Steve” called a little voice pulling his attention away from the window. He looked down to see Lila, Clint’s middle child, starting to climb his leg. 

“You k?”

“Yeah, sweetheart I’m ok.” Steve replied lifting him into his arms.

“Face sad.”

“I’m OK.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Steve spotted a shooting star dance across the sky. “Hey look, you think that’s a star or Santa?”

“Oooting star”

“Shooting star sweetheart.”

“Wish”

“Yeah, you’re right, I’ll make one and you make one, ready?”

“Yes”

Steve closed his eyes and made a wish and peeked as little Lila made hers too. He held her tightly in his arms and planted a soft kiss to the top of her head.

Would he ever gets this? His own child in his arms? He didn’t know anymore, he was starting to think that the chance had been taken away by the mate that rejected him. 

“Everything OK over here?”

Clint asked, picking up on the melancholy in Steve’s scent.

“Yeah sorry, we were looking at the stars.”

“Oooting stars Daddy”

“Oh wow, you make a wish?”

“Yes for Uncle Steve?”

“You used your wish for me?” Steve asked.

“Yep!”

“That’s sweet baby, time to say goodnight though.” Clint replied, lifting Lila from Steve’s arms.

The Barton’s kids made their way around the pack saying goodnight, giving out hugs as they were told to go straight to sleep ready for Santa.

The whisper of little Lila wasn’t missed as Clint carried her upstairs, Laura following as she held  Cooper’s hand and carried baby Nathaniel.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah sweetie.”

“I wished for Uncle Stevie to be happy.”

The remaining pack members turned to look at Steve, who promptly turned back to the window, swallowing hard to try and contain the lump that had formed in his throat. 

‘Let’s hope your wish works sweetheart’, Steve thought to himself waiting for another shooting star. 

On the other side of the room Natasha locked eyes with Bucky and mind linked with him. Bucky frowned at her, she knew he didn’t like mind linking since he was a POW. 

“The Luna you keep dreaming, about what does she look like?”

Bucky cocked an eyebrow at her, which she returned both turning to look at Steve. 

#steve rogers x reader #avengers au #alpha steve rogers #alpha steve rogers x reader #alpha steve x omega reader #steve rogers x witch reader #alpha steve rogers x omega reader

[sciderman]

okay POLL time.

#sci speaks #additional question: laura and wade are definitely siblings. yes/yes

[mlmxreader]

Unbreakable | Simon Ghost Riley x m!reader

@xweirdo101x asked: Hello, hope you are having an awesome day/night

I was wondering if I could request Ghost x Male reader one of the prompts gave me an idea

What if reader was 'forged from war' in a way

summary: Ghost takes it on his own initiative to help a fellow soldier.

tws: trauma, war, death mentions, swearing, graphic depictions of self harm, blood & injury, mentions of psychiatrists, hallucinations

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"He's absolutely unbreakable," Price grinned as he looked at you. Sat all alone on the field, plucking at the grass and staring into the distance, at something a thousand miles away. "He's forged in the war!"

Ghost looked at Price from the corner of his eye, and shook his head. "He hasn't said two words since he got here - did someone cut his vocal cords out?"

Price shook his head. "Not as far as I know. He seemed plenty talkative when he spoke to the psychiatrist."

Ghost frowned, and made his way over to you; his steps were careful, like he was approaching a feral animal, ready for you to lunge at his throat as he held his hands up and crouched down a few steps away.

He swallowed thickly.

"Mind if I sit?"

You didn't answer, didn't even look at him, so he carefully lowered himself to the floor; he didn't understand, he didn't know what it must have been like. To have no friends and no family, he had the one four one and Hesh and Logan. He had friends.

He had love in his life; but when he looked at you, into that far away stare, he felt sick to his stomach.

An unspoken pain. He had seen pictures of it before from over a hundred years ago, pictures of men who had just returned home from France.

He gulped, shaking his head.

Ghost couldn't fathom what it was like. To be born and bred into war. To know nothing but killing. To know that everything you touched would be infected by the disease you carried, the disease that so eagerly tore through countries; a disease that killed families.

Destroyed homes and vast landscapes. A disease that had scarred Europe a hundred years ago. A disease that had set countries on fire and destroyed them countless of times. A disease unleashed by governments. By kings and queens.

There was no cure, either the disease would kill you, or you would kill yourself before it spread too much. He sighed, lifting up his mask in hopes that you would see, he carried it, too. Maybe not as much, definitely not, but he still carried it on his shoulders.

He felt sorry for you, really. No man should have ever gone through that. Yet, the nature of war dictated otherwise; by the orders of kings and queens, by governments and by propaganda, young men were always sent to die in war.

Ghost couldn't deny that you were any different; he had read parts of your file, he knew that you were deemed reckless and irresponsible - you would never risk another life, but your own was a different story.

He had read about how you had begged an enemy soldier to shoot you in the head, how you had chased after a grenade in hopes of catching it. He couldn't think of anyone who had thought like that.

He couldn't think of anyone who had been so broken, so torn apart and put back together wrongly, by such a harsh disease. Shaking his head, Ghost cleared his throat.

"Hey," he dared to crack a somewhat shaky smile. "Why did the scarecrow win an award? He was outstanding in his field."

No reaction. His shoulders slumped as he tilted his head to the side slightly. You just sat there, staring out into nothingness. Like you were still listening to the drums of war pound in the back of your skull; the harsh sound of screaming.

The calls of dying men to their mothers and fathers, knowing that they would not return home. You brought your gaze down, and stared at your hands like there was something on them.

Ghost clenched his jaw.

You could still picture the blood smeared on them, how sticky and hot it was against your own sweat; you had sworn that you would kill yourself if you were to take another life.

Three months off duty. You had hardly slept. Hardly ate. You didn't deserve to, so infected that you knew, you knew what you were; a man forged in war, so broken that you knew that you had to punish yourself however you could.

You couldn't take another life; you knew that there was no real enemy, only men and boys forced into the very same things that you had been. There was no enemy. No glory, no victory.

You were not strong. You were not brave. You were not good. You were not someone to be proud of. You were a monster; your humanity had been ripped from your chest, all semblance of it snuffed out so many years ago.

Your hands shook as you let out a shuddering breath.

When you stood, Ghost did, too, and when you dragged yourself to the nearest bathroom, he followed; he watched, concerned, as you scrubbed your hands with a metal sponge.

Skin sloughing off and becoming sore and inflamed; he could see the water turning orange, and knew what he had to do as he sighed and came up behind you.

Gently grabbing your wrists and pulling you away from the sink.

Blood dripping down to his fingertips.

"Let me go!" You yowled, the sound harsh and heavy on Ghost's ears. "My hands aren't fucking clean yet, you stupid cunt!"

Ghost shook his head. "You just scrubbed the skin off, Sir."

"No I fucking didn't! Can't you fucking see they're fucking covered with blood?!"

"You did," he sighed, forcing you to turn around as he held onto your wrists. "Walk, please."

You growled and grumbled, tried to kick and scream, to bite at him whenever he was close, but Ghost managed to bring you to the nurses on base; they called for Price, and Ghost told him what had happened.

"He's not fit for this."

"Maybe not," Price muttered. "He scrubbed the skin off?"

"Right off," Ghost nodded, swallowing thickly. "Said they were covered in blood."

Price frowned. "Poor babe... he's only a year younger than our Gaz."

"Price," Ghost said quietly. "Give him to me - let me take care of him until... til he's ready."

Price nodded. "Sure... I need to make a call."

"Cap?"

"The psychiatrist," Price muttered. "He ought to know."

Ghost stepped into the room with you, sighing heavily; he looked at your bandaged hands, and frowned. All he could see was a child who was terrified; all you knew was war, all you knew was your hands being covered in blood.

All he could see when he looked at you, was a man who had known nothing but violence; so conditioned and used to it that you couldn't escape it. Even when there was none to be had.

His stomach dropped as he sat on the chair where the nurses usually did; his gaze unable to leave your hands. You were broken. Shattered and jagged pieces of glass.

He knew one soldier who you might have opened up to; Nikto, who had Dissociative Identity Disorder, might have understood better than Ghost did.

But he doubted that you would open up to anyone; you were just waiting to be given the chance to end it all. He shook his head.

"We're gonna be working together," he explained, "one on one. Just us. That alright?"

No reaction. You stared to try and bite at the bandages, so he got up, and he pinned your hands to your sides as he raised his brows slightly, frowning.

Unsure of how to help; he knew that Price had some old history books on things like shell shock, battle fatigue, combat stress reaction. Maybe he should borrow them.

Sure, they would have been outdated and even possibly completely wrong in what they were saying, but Ghost had a little hope that it might have helped; he made a mental note to ask Price about them.

He brought his eyes to yours, and sighed heavily. Your gaze was despondent, weary and unfocused; in that moment, Ghost could hardly believe it, and he wasn't sure he wanted to, either.

He wasn't looking at a soldier, he wasn't looking at someone who was brave, glorious, victorious; he was looking at someone who had seen war intimately. He was looking at a man who had been through too much; a man who had paid more than the price of a mile.

A man who could never come back from war. A man who had seen things that couldn't even be spoken about; children dying, fathers wailing as they realised that they failed to protect their babies from the jaws of death.

His stomach dropped again, and he felt something hot and wet on his cheeks under his mask. He wasn't looking at a soldier, he was looking at a dead man.

A man who knew better than anyone that there was nothing great about war.

He took a cigarette packet from his pocket, and was shocked when you took one and lit it yourself; at least you could still move like a human. At least you weren't entirely a corpse.

How could a human being endure so much?

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Hi!!! Can you do a Jess Mariano fic where they are a couple and she’s a Gilmore. Maybe she show Lorelei why she’s in live with Jess?? Thanks for your fics:)))

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Lorelai’s head snapped up when you mentioned Jess and boyfriend in the same sentence, forgetting about the take out styrofoam before her.

‘’Wow wow, let’s rewind, missy. Jess as in Jess Mariano, Luke’s nephew?’’

You hummed, chewing your bite of pasta.

You had been dreading telling your mom about Jess and your’s new relationship status, knowing she would immediately disapprove. She’s always had a low opinion of him and you doubted she would ever change her mind — even if you told her you loved him.

‘’I visited him in Philadelphia with Rory last month for his book release,’’ you explained, an absentminded smile curling on your lips at the thought of Jess. ‘’We spent the whole afternoon talking and it was like we never lost contact. We caught up on life, and one thing led to another. I ended up driving to Philadelphia again the following weekend.’’

You spared her the moment he chased after you down the street because he thought it would be his last time seeing you and kissed you on the sidewalk. The rom-com moment will forever be engraved in your mind.

‘’No,’’ Lorelai interrupted. ‘’I’m not letting this happen.’’

‘’Letting what happen? Me and Jess?’’

‘’Yes.’’

‘’Sorry to break it to you, Mom, but you don’t really have a say. Maybe you could control my life when I was sixteen, but I’m an adult now and I get to choose who I date, who I give my heart to.’’

‘’He’s not right for you,’’ she said, recycling her speech from years ago. ‘’He wasn’t when he got shipped here three years ago and I doubt he had a 360 personality change. End of conversation. The food is gonna get cold.’’

It felt wrong to stand up to your mother, you hated fighting with her, but you wouldn’t let her dictate what was right or not for you. You felt like the protagonist of a romance novel — having to fight for your love. Perhaps you should see it as a compliment, all the great love stories had to fight to be together.

You put your fork down a little harder than intended. ‘’Conversation not over! He’s changed, Mom. He got his life together. He got his GAD and co-owns a publishing company—’’

''Hourra for him.’’ Her sarcasm was rude and childish. She was really hurting your feelings, yet she couldn’t see past her hatred.

Now you understood the way she felt when her parents didn’t want her to date Christopher. You were hoping wouldn’t act the same with you, that she would be on your side since she knew how it feels, but she disappointedly proved you wrong.

‘’You’re so hung up on his past and how he reminds you of Dad that you refuse to see that he’s actually a good person. Jess is not like Dad, Mom. They both wear leather jackets and have troublemaker tendencies, but they're very different.’’

‘’He’s gonna ruin your life, Y/N. That’s all guys like him do.’’

‘’He’s not! Jess wants the best for me.’’ Before Lorelai could place a word, you beat her. ‘’I bet you didn’t know that he’s the one who told Rory to go back to Yale? He exploded at her after a terrible dinner with her and Logan, calling her out on dropping out of Yale, hanging out with rich guys in fancy cars and practically turning into our grandmother. If it hadn’t been for him, she would still be living in grandma’s bungalow.’’

The look of disbelief on Lorelai’s face was one to remember. You wish you could have taken a picture to put on the fridge.

‘’What?!’’

‘’If you would just stop picking on the things that give you an itch and give him a real chance, you would see how great of a person he really is.’’

‘’But he hurt my baby…’’

‘’He did,’’ you agreed, flashes of all the tears you’ve cried because of Jess when he left town. Your first heartbreak. ‘’I appreciate that you trashed him to me when I was sad of him being gone, but the heartbreak is over and Jess and I are back together. I love you, Mom, and I don’t want my relationship to put a strain between us, but I’m also not going to leave Jess to make you happy.’’

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