I have been trying to draw for
SIX FUCKING HOURS
And all I have is a singular circle
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What is focus when your life is falling apart around you
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Omg imagine if Ghost got hurt in a mission and like his mask is drenched in liquid like I dunno blood or water or something, and he's half laying down on the ground, still reeling in
And Soap approaches him very gently, like he's a spooked animal, because he basically is, and kneels in front of him, with very soft hands reaching for his mask and he says with a quiet voice :
"Am gonnae lift yer mask, LT, I ken ye dinnae want tae, but ah dinnae want ye tae drown yerself... Ah hiv another one fer ye, a dry one, tae replace this one. If ye want tae, ah'll even close ma eyes tae dae it"
And it's Simon who looks back at him, feeling terrified but so in love that it hurts him to hold the words back and instead he just nods slightly, doesn't know if he wants Johnny to recognize the emotion in his eyes or not. Because he doesn't know if he can love him, if he can provide for him, keep him safe, and he doesn't know if he can keep himself safe if anything happens to his Johnny.
But Johnny closes his eyes and lifts the mask off and reaches in his pocket to take out a napkin and another of his masks, wipes the blood and water off his face and gently puts the other mask back on and it's just too much.
"I love you." Ghost says, and once it's done it doesn't feel like he can stop. "I love you, fuck I'm sorry Johnny, I love you"
Soap opens his eyes, feels a bit shocked but not as much as he would have expected. Because it makes so much sense, and he maybe already knew it even if he didn't dare to admit it. Didn't dare to hope. Instead he looks in Ghost's - no, Simon's - eyes, immediately reaches out to wipe the tears that cling to his pale lashes, and smiles.
"Yer a bit of a numpty aren't ye, Simon?" he says, pouring all the love he feels in his eyes. "ah've been in love with ye since the very beginning, dinnae apologize, please, yer more than enough fer me"
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hot take I think the sexes would be much happier if we just accepted each other as mysteries instead of constantly shaming one for not being more like the other.
like, personally, in my own life, the whole idea of romance & marriage became way more exciting and attractive when I ditched the notion that men are just bigger stronger women, or women are just smaller prettier men.
like. not only is it okay that men are from mars and women are from venus, it's good.
do I know what's going on in my guy friend's head? I used to think I did, but it turns out I don't. Turns out I've never known what was going through the heads of any of the men in my life. And you know what? what a relief. he can do or say things that don't make sense to me, and they don't have to make sense to me. I know he's a smart, good-hearted guy; I can safely assume he had a reason for saying or doing that thing. And if I listen to him over time, I may even start to understand what that reason was. But I don't have to. What I can recognize instead is that each sex has a wisdom in their way of thinking and doing which befits given situations. More often than not, a situation requires both.
But you simply can't get both from one person, and you shouldn't demand it. And what a relief knowing my guy friend doesn't expect guy thoughts and behavior from me.
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i have a friend with a child on the way who's quitting smoking for their sake after 10+ years—essentially his entire adult life. the decline in literacy, grades, and attention can probably be chalked up to ubiquitous smartphone and ipad use from an early age more than anything else. since children ape what adults around them do, it's incumbent on us to break our own addictions and stop smartphone usage
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