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Listen yall I’m desperate here, drop your fav spirk fics below PLEASE AND THANKS I need some recs up in here asap help a gal out

#spirk #star trek spock #jim kirk #star trek #Spock #when you exhaust all your options turn to Tumblr #y’all haven’t failed me yet #in you all I trust #hopefully this finds the right audience #pls yall

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"zukka is so silly and harmless" "zukka shippers are so chill" have u read the fic???? have u seen the tags??? have u consider "the-prince-whos-never-known-unconditional-love" and "the-fool-who-gives-it-too-freely"???? that is not a chill ship that is a military cruiser.

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Perhaps we were Born in the same star. I can feel the space Dust in my soul Hauling us together.

-David Jones

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My baby here on earth!!! Showed me what my heart was worth!!!!!

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THIS!!!

Listen I ship dinluke for so many reasons but number 1. is that I think it’s incredibly funny to ship a man who so desperately doesn’t want to be a main character with Mr. Star Wars himself

#it’s just correct #there’s no other take #dinluke #luke skywalker #din djarin #dinluke thoughts

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now what if I wrote a dinluke au where Luke was a popular singer songwriter with Aurora’s kind of vibe …

But specifically her Sydney opera house performance because cmon

#dinluke #din djarin #luke skywalker #dinluke au #singer au #performer? Au? #rotting over this idea

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hualian wips from last summer 😭 idk why I never finished them

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Archaeologist AU:

Because I am obsessed with creating dinluke aus in my head, and the dinluke document grows ever longer

imagine: retired archaeologist padmé amidala and the family (anakin, luke, leia, etc) who live somewhere in northern Italy I feel, big old beautiful house that’s been in the family for quite awhile

freshly graduated archaeologist din who’s scheduled to fly in and stay at the amidala-skywalker household for a few months after getting the opportunity to study under padme as an apprenticeship over the summer

Luke and din stuck in the same house a room apart all summer

Domestic fluff and family shenanigans ensuing ofc

#dinluke #din djarin #Luke Skywalker #padme amidala #anakin skywalker #au #dinluke au #archaeology au #fluff #family shenanigans #anakin skywalker hates sand (as always) #but his wife loves it because I love finding aus where Padmes joke provokes his hate for sand #I think I need to actually write this one #cmbyn inspired in aesthetic but without the weird age gaps and angst and no weird undertones #just fluff and healthy friendships/relationships

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21 pages into Emily Wilson’s introduction to her translation of The Iliad and already feeling absolutely stripped raw and entirely gutted.

I love how you can genuinely feel how much love and dedication went into the process of translating this beautiful piece of literature. I’ve been looking forward to reading for so long and when a friend gifted me the book over Christmas I was dead set on it being my first read of the new year.

I’ve got her translation of the Odyssey lined up for number two 🫡

#the Iliad #emily wilson #greek mythology #greek classics #greek lit #epic poetry #Achilles #Patroclus #oh the fatal human condition #going to have to make this my new personality for the foreseeable future #sorry to all my friends #because I probably won’t shut up about this for awhile

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Oh my god I’ve never felt such despair my friend and I binge watched season one and two of good omens for new years while drinking and WHAT THE FUCK?? WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. WHAT? W H A T??

#good omens #good omens season 2 #in perpetual agony #a circle of despair #why did everyone get a happy ending but them #I’m screaming AND crying #this is war neil gaiman sleep with one eye open #I mean it #I mean it so much

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ghost’s living situation off base being like rosa diaz’s

as in, no one knows where he lives, and if he suspects anyone getting anywhere close to finding out, he’ll change address. sometimes he’ll even go so far as to change city, or even country, because apparently there’s a whole world of things that become achievable when you’re a legally dead man. the addresses on file are red herrings, and he’ll always plan some complicated route to get home whenever he goes on leave just so no one can figure anything out

so when ghost eventually trusts soap to find out where he lives, it’s… nearly impossible for anyone to believe. even soap himself has trouble coming to terms with being invited to ghost’s residence—which currently happens to be a small countryside home in portugal—partially suspicious that it was just fake setup to seem real in order to test soap in his loyalty

but whether or not it was a farce, soap takes that trust in stride, never breaking when others beg him to tell them what ghost’s living situation is like—because there’s no way he’s going to betray ghost and most certainly live to regret it

#actually in love with this concept #completely adore it #ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish

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hunger games au is no exception to making ghost miserable </3

#I will not be recovering from this #I need this out so I can consume every last bit of it asap #oh my god #oh. my. god. #hunger games au #alternate universe #mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley

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idiot dumbass moron of a mandalorian adopts a heavily traumatized jedi more at 10

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“stars as you know them” — ghostsoap

731 words

WARNING: non-descriptive mentions of blood, and a bullet wound! dying??

“I’m Your Man” - Mitski

“Soap, do you copy?”

The sky is beautiful tonight. Can’t remember the last time he’d bothered to just look up, just to admire. Just to enjoy.

He didn’t know much about the stars, but he could find the dipper if he stared long enough. Easy enough to find the one that actually looks like a spoon.

He tries.

It’s getting harder to focus.

“Johnny, report!”

The voice in his ear is loud, and somewhere in the back of his head Soap knows he should respond. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to— but his tongue feels so heavy in his mouth, clumsy. The words just don’t want to form, mouth opening and closing around sounds and syllables that don’t actually make it past his lips. He feels like a fish on land.

Maybe it’s getting harder to breathe.

Tastes like copper, for sure.

He can feel his heartbeat like a drum.

Thump, Thump, Thump. Against his chest, again and again.

If someone were to find him, would they be able to hear it just as loud?

The world is strangely quiet now, and he thinks; finally, a break. His eyelids threaten to close, and he so badly wants to sleep. He deserves to sleep, after all this time. It isn’t so selfish, is it?

“Johnny— Johnny, you have— … talk to me … — are you?”

I want to. He says, but doesn’t really say at all. I want to, can’t you see I’m trying my best?

He can’t lift his hand to check, but he feels the warm sticky texture of blood between his fingertips. Coating his palm where it weakly holds against the wound in his stomach.

He can’t remember how it happened, now. Like it was so long ago, just a distant irrelevant memory to hold onto. Too much work now for his brain, for his body.

His fingers feel numb.

He gurgles out a strange, sort of laugh, at the thought. They don’t quite feel like anything, then, do they?

“Sorry.” Is all he manages to get out, tongue stumbling over the singular word. He isn’t quite sure if it came out at all. “M’sorr—“ the clumsy word is cut short by a sharp gasp, and a shaky exhale. “Sorry.”

He’s met with silence, which only further convinces him that the words he’s hearing coming out of his mouth aren’t really at all.

“Don’t apologize, don’t— don’t do that, Johnny.” Comes the harsh response.

Soap feels his lips form some sort of smile.

“You’re gonna be …” Soap doesn’t hear the next part, thinks maybe he’s missed it. Ghost starts again, “Fine. You’re gonna be fine. We’re gonna find you, we are. We’re gonna find you, and get you help, and you’re gonna be fine.”

Sounds an awful lot like Ghost is trying to convince himself, rather than Soap.

He thinks he hears other voices, a back and forth conversation, it’s muted. Somewhere in the background. It takes him a moment to realize that they’re coming from Ghost’s end of the comm, not him. Not him. No one else is here but him.

He had never thought dying would feel so lonely. Always thought it would come to him fast, that he would be one of the lucky ones that didn’t see it coming before it struck.

Never thought it would be so slow.

“We have you now. We have you, Johnny. Now you’re gonna wait— you’re gonna keep your eyes open.”

Quietly, Soap thinks this might be the kindest voice Ghost has ever directed at him. Soothing. Thinks that maybe he can keep his eyes open after all, if that’s what’s wanted of him.

There are so many things he’s wanted to say.

Always thought he might have had a little more time to say them all, or maybe just some. Never thought he wouldn’t get the chance. What a silly thought to have, in their line of work. Soap should have known better than that.

“Gh—“ his voice cracks on a gasp once again.

“We’re so close, Johnny.”

I love you.

I love you, I love you.

You have to know that.

He should respond, he should. Sleep is creeping up on him, now. Too fast. The sky seems so full of stars now, there hadn’t been that many before.

He can’t find the dipper anymore.

Can’t remember if it was ever there at all.

“Johnny?”

He thinks it’s a nice way to go, hearing the sound of his name of Ghost’s tongue one last time.

The world finally falls quiet.

#ghostsoap #mw2 #simon riley #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #i’m actually unwell #asta writes stuff #I’m going to sleep on the highway tonight I’m sorry #maybe soap lives #maybe he doesn’t #maybe I should write a part 2 where he’s alive and they’re happy together wouldnt that be nice?? #I’m sorry #I am so so unwell #why would I write this #this is what mitski does to people

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