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trashcora · 1 year
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riickgrimes · 3 months
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ofswordsandpens · 5 months
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circular discourse, criticism being met with death threats... pjo fandom we're so back baby
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writeouswriter · 1 year
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I love how ominous such basic names like "The Organization" or "The Institute" or "The Initiative" or "The Facility" or etc. are when placed in like a shady sci-fi context, like there's no reason for them to sound that suspicious, but without elaboration, it's like here is a place where they are doing things™ and I am like ooohh, because the blank state, the refusal to give you any more detail makes you think they're hiding something on purpose and leaves the darkest corner of the imagination left to fill in the rest.
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theinfinitedivides · 12 days
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'i'm going.' 'where?' 'to meet Zorawar, where else?' — ep 2 - the challenger returns | heeramandi, 2024, dir. sanjay leela bhansali.
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stigandr-the-cat · 5 months
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Ghost of the Garage
a/n: How did I get here again? Forgive if a little OOC I don't know the games beyond the one playthrough that was half-watched. Also, this is unbeta'd or edited its fucking midnight here and I'm still processing that somehow 1300+ words just came out of me from a stray thought on a Tuesday...
Summary : Ghost overhears the little technical analyst singing and unlocks a core memory causing an emotion. (Reader is referred to as you, 2nd person pov my beloved)
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Ghost hadn’t meant to listen. Sitting in his truck the smoke from the cigarette long faded into the dull throb of remembrance. 
Tap tap was the click of shoes on the concrete of the parking garage. His eyes flicker to watch as you the little, (subjective there was nothing little about the thickness of your thighs or waist even if you couldn’t reach his chin without a step stool), technical analyst crossed in front of his truck. You stop at a car turning and sitting on the hood. Phone in hand.
“Ok, I’m alone.” That gets his attention, what were you doing that you needed to be alone for?   
“Sing for me!” there is a clearly drunk voice on the other end that he can barely hear. He scoffs and relaxes tension that had rolled like violence along his spine and down to his blood-soaked hands vanishing like smoke. 
You whine, soft like a child. Eyes darting around chewing your lower lip raw. As if you’ve just been asked to hand over national secrets not give an impromptu concert. Not like there was lesser evil in that situation. 
“It's my engagement party, and you're not here. This is you make it up to me. Please!” He can hear the pouting over the phone and meters away like a physical blow. Even you wince at it. 
“Fine.” You take a few deep breaths, your chest expanding like bellows as your eyes flutter closed. He settles back with a half smirk on his lips, this should be interesting.
And oh, oh god. It's not the tinkling of bells, not the high sharp whisper he had half thought you would sound like. The songbird version of the sweet crisp voice he is used to when you pass out data to the Task Force or the gentle voice that whispers in their ears when on missions. No this is deep sonorous and rattles the walls. Like the echoes across the moors that stick to your bones pulling you into their hidden depths till your head is underwater and you are lost. He is lost. 
Only when you are closing the song he remembers its name. ‘Evergreen’ from that play/opera thing his ma loved. He remembers taking her to a live production, the glitter of tears in her eyes when the curtain rose. Her hand in his as she hummed along to each song. Breathless laughing indignation when the intermission was called “I was just getting into it!” she had grumbled even as she smiled. When the show ended, she kissed his cheek and thanked him for being a good son. His throat is closing, tight and hot as it tries to force the sudden knot of agony down. Only the echos of memory, of your voice, linger in the cracked spaces of the walls that surround him; that surround you both.
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“There are you happy now?” You are breathless forcing yourself to speak into your phone, chest heaving, trying to work your throat around the anxiety that lodges itself there. Across the world, your best friend starts screaming and babbling like an overly excited toddler. You can’t help but smile.   
“You're still going to be able to come to my wedding right?” 
“Yes,” Finally the muscles start to relax allowing you to speak to breathe. “Everyone is on leave for a while. Still leaving Friday.” Picking your words carefully, unable and unwilling to say the boys had just returned from a mission a little worse for wear and wouldn’t be allowed anywhere near a tarmac let alone a mission for at least a month. 
“Good I need my bestie to walk me down the aisle. Shit I have to go, Alec just arrived and I want to kiss him. I’m picking you up and we're getting cake ok?” Ending the sentence with a kiss. 
“Ok.” You smile and return the kiss before the call ends. Heart filled with love.
Still a little shaky you lean over chest to thighs as you wait for the dizzy spell to pass. Singing wasn’t always this hard, but… But. You don’t let yourself go down that path. Baring it in your mind iron bars sliding into place. Keeping that darkness at bay. 
bravo bravo bravissimo, the words whisper around you like a mist.
Jolting upright. What was that? Looking around nervous. You were alone. Right? Yet you could have sworn. Sweat breaks across your body as your heart rate spikes, adrenaline flooding your system. Quickly you get up running like a scared rabbit back to the stairwell, with one last look into the dimly lit space hoping, dreading, to see someone else before rushing back to the building that held your office. 
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Hours later and Ghost is wondering what possessed him to say that. Sure your voice was as lovely as the northern lights. Shining out across the darkness spiking towards the earth as if your bright colorful light could hope to touch the dirt so far below you. Sure that was what one of the characters had said to the lass after her song. But why had he said it? And loud enough for you to hear it too. Only to watch you bolt like a frightened hare that heard the braying of dogs. 
“LT? Earth ta Ghost?” His eyes slide to Johnny, the Scot’s got an eyebrow raised and a shit-eating grin on his face. Right, he was at the after-action meeting or whatever this bureaucratic time waste was. 
He grunts ignoring as best he can those far too bright blue eyes. A mistake when you come into the room. Still as jumpy as a hare. He stiffens, angry at himself knowing he caused that fear that covers you like a cloud. Soap turns and sees it too. 
“Y’a alright Bon?” Johnny asks concerned. 
“Oh yeah, um.” Your bottom lip looks like it's about to start bleeding and Ghost can’t stop staring at it. Your voice is back to its normal higher pitch and it rings in his ear a false echo of what he knows now. “I got a little spooked earlier in the parking garage that's all.” 
Gaz perks up, instantly as concerned as Soap. “What happened? Need us to make sure you get to your car safely?” Waving for you to sit between him and Soap, ready to comfort. 
“I thought I heard someone talk to me, but I was certain it was empty. I don’t want to trouble you but if one of you wouldn’t mind walking me to my car. At least till I leave for home on Friday.”
“Course Bon.” Soap smiles reassuringly towards you but when he notices Ghost's eyes on him the smile goes positively cheshier. “Won’t let anything happen t’a y’a, will we LT?” Those damn eyes skip back to him, far too intelligent. God, he knows Soap will be interrogating him later. Still, he nods at you and watches as relief sinks into you, like a wilted flower that suddenly has water again you perk up. 
“Thank you.” You settle into a chair finally, relaxing even more as Gaz puts a hand on your back, it makes Ghost bristle without warning or reason. “Let's just hope this meeting wraps up quickly so we can head home early ya?”  Handing out packets to both Soap and Gaz before leaning over to hand one to him. Ghost’s gloved hands skim over your fingers as you hand it to him the tiniest zap of energy passing between you both, causing you to squeak in surprise. 
“You ok?” He asks. 
Blinking before looking up your mouth a perfect little ‘o’ a spark of recognition in your eyes. You look like you're about to say something when Price and Laswell walk in calling the meeting to order. 
He can feel your eyes on him. Blinking slowly, tension crawls up his spine as he prepares that it's probably not just going to be Johnny who will be interrogating him soon. Not that he will have answers for either of you. 
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theloveinc · 1 year
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You laugh at literally one. ONE. of shinso’s jokes and he falls in love with you
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biggayenergypod · 1 month
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Ok but Down Bad is so Ed and Stede coded it’s INSANE
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inchidentally · 4 months
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¡¿dos?!
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namor-shuri · 1 year
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“ɪ’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ. ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ sʜɪᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. ᴛʜɪs ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ.” [ ᴇᴅɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄᴜʀsᴇᴅʜᴀᴛ ]
ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴘᴏsᴛ
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agrownupgeekgirl · 9 months
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So I wanted to share how much my tiny American daughter(she's 26) fell hard for Käärijä this year. I got her into Eurovison last year for the first time and so this year she was ready and then she saw/heard Cha Cha Cha and that was it lol
We are now learning Finnish because of it lol
But she did a whole outfit and makeup look for watching Eurovision with me this year, I streamed it for her on Discord lol
You can find her @clkthespaz on Instagram where she posts her makeup looks and OOTD.
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theinfinitedivides · 7 months
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so Dong Soo is just going to go about the rest of his life hallucinating the ghost of his dead ex inside the house he killed him to get a la 'you'll die in me i'll be you / can't you see? you are me' Jekyll and Hyde musical. is that what they're looking me in the face and telling me rn
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theloveinc · 5 months
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Shinsou "I dont know why she's into me either" Hitoshi
ALWAYS on his "am shy and humble or actually just cocky" shit because sometimes this means he's holding your palms in his hands and getting all watery-eyed because he thinks you're WAY too good for him ... and other times it means cheers-ing someone when they get snotty about how you're out of his league.
They're trying to piss him off, meanwhile he's just raising his glass an tipping a shot back, kinda smirking, all: "cheers, I'll drink to that!" (then going home to make sure you aren't about to leave him--as if he doesn't have ROCK HARD ABS he wants you grinding against every night. why would you ever give that up????? adjflakdhj)
Not to mention all the times Denki asks him how he managed to score you and Shinso genuinely goes blank and has to take 20 minutes to ponder it too:
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graceoartyo · 1 year
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I have finally watched avatar: the last airbender and i haven’t made any actual finished art for it but i’m working on a dumb comic thing that i’m having a strangely hard time writing.. anyways here’s a doodle of the boy
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even though sokka is undeniably the best character i refuse to change my mind (that’s a lie obviously zuko’s arc is incredibly special and iroh is incredible and yk the whole gaang is great but sokka has a special place in my heart because. relatable.)
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jklpopcorn · 3 months
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So.. this absolutely wasn't meant to be posted AT ALL as it was supposed to be just another short doodle but
well.. um
yeah
have an additional sketch as well
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bohemian-nights · 7 months
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It’s actually insane the difference between how people treat Harwin and Laena in this fandom.Everyone will say how am amazing Harwin is and that he was Rhaenyra’s one true love because we got one scene of them LOOKING at each other for like 3 minutes .But then they’ll say Laena was basically nothing to Daemon and she was just a consolation prize when they had such tender moments between them in ep 6 and Daemon seemed devastated over Laena’s death.People are so blind to their own racism against black women(or maybe not so blind) they’re willing to pretend like Daena wasn’t married for 10 years and had two fucking children together.
I have no words for how this fandom treats Black women. They are a bunch of sick f*cked who get their jollies off of seeing Black(ish) people in pain. They hate seeing Black people period and view us as interlopers to their enjoyment of things.
How they celebrated the changes to Laena’s arc which ended up with her being lit on fire and called it empowering is one of the most disturbing things to come out of this delusional racist cult of a fandom.
They loved Laena, thought she was the love of Daemon's life, and mourned her when she was white but the moment she became Blackish it’s death to the n-word!
They can not stand white women not being worshipped for five seconds even in a fictional capacity. They are that insecure. It’s pathetic.
I’ve seen some of them hate on Harwin, but it is not at all comparable to how they go after Laena. Harwin does not nor would ever get this treatment:
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F*ck anyone who feels like what they did to Laena and her relationship with Daemon was okay. Changing up her storyline to make her some poor unloved woman was unwarranted and anti-Black.
If you don’t want to recognize it because she’s white in the books and dies so it’s not racist, it is when you light a Black woman on fire and play into stereotypes, and the fact that you won’t recognize it, and talk over actual Black women when we tell you this is being done because of misogynoir, makes you apart of the problem.
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