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jt1674 · 4 months

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#grand funk railroad #nothing is the same #closer to home

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crabbng · 2 years

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even MORE #webcomicday outfits, it's a whole fashion show

Boggmouth Ghost Junk Sickness (@ghostjunksickness https://ghostjunksickness.com) you see that muscular Y torso shape and you say OF COURSE it has to be backless. i wanted to give boggs a sort of elegant outfit but like. with a little edge. some fun sneakers. red inside (insp by her tattoos)

Sunny SunnyxRain (@/shadowhooddraws on twitter https://sunnyxrain.thecomicseries.com) a cute bright girl i wanted to give her a cute bright outfit, for her to wear to the premiere of the new witchvale movie of course. drawing heavily from the visuals of the preview we saw, but not too overtly themed.

Amarantha Magefront ( @/fairy_fort on twitter https://magefrontcomic.com) cant raise the dead if you don't look cute! i wanted to go for professional respected necromancer front line mage amarantha. could be going to an event, could be out on the field throwing bacon at people. a versatile look.

Sam Closer to Home (@closertohomewebcomic https://closertohomecomic.com) sam is another with many iconic fashion choices, most seeming to revolve around wearing whatever she wants and bright colors. so i went with that! bits on the side of the skirt are referencing some tattoos she has!

#webcomicday #draws #ghost junk sickness #sunnyxrain #magefront #closer to home

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euesworld · 2 years

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"If your heart had hinges, I would step inside.. cause you are my home, the love of my life."

Not all homes have 4 walls but most of them beat a tune that calls your name in the softest way - eUë

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closertohomewebcomic · 2 years

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#char: tachs #char: fuzz #char: dr. worm #closer to home

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tfc2211 · 2 years

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Play ▶ Sin’s A Good Man’s Brother

Play ▶ Aimless Lady

Play ▶ Nothing Is The Same

Play ▶ Mean Mistreater

Play ▶ Get It Together

Play ▶ I Don’t Have To Sing The Blues

Play ▶ Hooked On Love

Play ▶ I’m Your Captain

Play ▶ Mean Mistreater-Alternate Mix

#Grand Funk Railroad #Closer To Home

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vozchik · 5 months

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#closer to home #closer to home game

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readingbibooks · 5 months

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“If I feel someone would be unwilling to hear me talk about a same-sex lover, I disclose nothing about any of my relationships, even if my current partner is of the opposite sex. This is not very easy, and occasionally I backslide, but I am rewarded with the knowledge that I am not contributing to the oppression of lesbian, gay and bisexual people when I am in an opposite-sex relationship.”

- Robyn Ochs, Closer to Home: Bisexuality and Feminism

#Robyn ochs #closer to home

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jwood719 · 9 months

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A trip to Kankakee Sands was only supposed to be an excuse to get out where there are few, if any, other people and one can hear the wind in the trees (like the other recent evening jaunt). But the "sand blow" beckoned, and needed investigation (I use the word "investigation" loosely).

Seen from a distance in this image from 2017 (above), sand blows occur when the grassy root system fails for some reason, and gusting winds can then "blow out" the sandy soil, exposing the fine grains and pushing up low dunes. As that sand blow was still extant (though altered over the years, because Nature), a short walk off the beaten track was in order.

The sand isn't quite powdery, but consistent, and easily shows the tracks of small critters, birds, and the stems of the grasses whisked in the breeze:

And any trip up the Sands is also an excuse to contrast purple and yellow in the landscape, a favorite of mine:

as well as the natural highlights provided by a westering Sun:

Walking through the sand blow (carefully as possible, so as not to disturb the grasses further if that's at all possible), the question was "Have there been other people here?" The answer was soon obvious:

Yep: "Every damn where y'go!" The offending plastic bottle was brought home for recycling.

Rachel Bradshaw, 2023.

There's another trip in the offing, along the old rail road tracks, that should provide some further photos in the near future.

The Nature Conservancy: Kankakee Sands

#photography #closer to home #kankakee sands #the nature conservancy

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nik-nefarious · 11 months

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Grand Funk Railroad released their third album, "Closer to Home" 53 years ago today, June 15, 1970.

#grand funk railroad #closer to home #1970 #mark farner #mel schacher #don brewer #vinylcollection #vinyljunkie #vinylrecords #vinyl junkie #vinylcollector #vinyl records #rock 'n' roll #rock music #Spotify #on this day in music

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musiconspotify · 1 year

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Mexico City

Closer To Home (2022) … drags the listener in …

#MexicoCity

#spotify #mexico city #closer to home #musiconspotify

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avotuli · 7 months

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this isnt about nightmares or fear, this is about love

#the terror amc #the terror #come closer i am a normal tv series #i wont rip your heart out in chunks and make a home inside #james fitzjames #jfj #fitzjames haha more like fitzgender #i have never read p&p is it any good #my art

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bunnyspine · 6 months

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blood warning!

Put on some bandages lil guy...

#the wally plush is coming closer and closer #omg i will hold him like a baby #welcome home #wally darling #welcome home arg #welcome home fanart #welcome home au #wh nightstuck au #welcome home puppet show #nightstuck wally #wally darling au #wally darling fanart #welcome home wally

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euesworld · 2 years

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"Your breath, your smile, your heartbeat beats miles into the center of me.. caress my broken heart until it beats its last sweet beat. Smile into this visage of me eternally, eternally bringing me closer than Icarus had ever flown.. bring me to the brink of the sun with your love and heat my heartbeats with laughter and love."

Hold me close should I fly away, grip me tight so that I may never go insane alone.. let me find home in you - eUë

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theoldbrewery · 2 years

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#grand funk #closer to home

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the-ace-with-spades · 2 months

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(I adore fics where Johnny’s family loves Ghost from day one, but, you know…angst)

Soap and Ghost had been together for almost two years. They never name the relationship, really, but it's serious and they both know it.

Thing is, Johnny's seen Ghost's face a total of four times, counting Las Almas.

Well, he sees parts of it regularly, more than others. Ghost will either roll the balaclava up when they're reading together in bed or when they're eating. Sometimes, when Soap wants to go out and Ghost indulges him, he goes in public in just either a face mask or a gaiter and Soap can see his short wavy blonde hair sticking all over the place and

The four times he had seen Simon’s face in it’s whole — obviously, Las Almas; one time when he was unconscious and bleeding from a head wound and Johnny had to check; one time when they took a shower together, Simon stayed with his back toward him through most of it, but when they finished, he let Johnny dry off his hair; one time, when Johnny asked him to see him for his birthday presents, a few minutes after midnight.

Johnny wasn’t sure why exactly Simon didn’t want to show him his face. It wasn’t a trust thing — he trusted Johnny with more than his own life — and it wasn’t like he was ugly — he was downright sinful. He never drilled the topic because he didn’t care, if SImon wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready, but if he had to guess, it was all to do with identity and being seen. No one knew his face — people could know his name, Simon “Ghost” Riley, but they wouldn’t know the man behind the mask. Wouldn’t know the people behind Simon “Ghost” Riley.

(Johnny wasn’t completely off on the assumption — Simon didn’t want anyone to know his face because faceless people weren’t missed. Faceless graves — like his own — didn’t have people to leave behind, and faceless soldiers didn’t have loved ones to find and he was both. No one could get hurt if he remained faceless. Or at least that’s what he’d been telling himself.)

And Johnny is okay with that — if Simon never showe him his face again, he’d still love him all the same. Johnny’s family? Not so much.

They’re supposed to be in Glasgow for five days total, leaving after Boxing Day. Johnny gives them all a warning, that Ghost is a bit shy and doesn’t like showing his face, he’ll most likely stay covered the whole time, he might be wearing a balaclava, or a mask, he probably won't eat at the table.

When they arrive at his parents house, it almost seems like everyone forgot. Like everyone thought it'd be more mild or that Johnny was exaggerating.

There are looks. There is silence. People can't stop staring.

His mam takes one look at Simon’s balaclava once they enter the living room and looks funny at them. “Ah thooght Ah tauld ye boays tae strip doon.”

“Mam, lea him alane,” he tries but he can tell that Simon is getting tense and his mam is getting tense.

His mam, who is usually the sweetest person ever, is uncharacteristically quiet and curt whenever Simon is around. Simon doesn't really know how to make it better — Johnny's never seen him so silent outside of stealth missions, he just stands there like a sore thumb, not making anything less awkward. He didn't expect him to — Simon's social skills are lacking and he loves him that way — but he expected his own family to not make such a big deal out of that mask.

His da is stern and silent, which is as disapproving as he gets. His sisters are a bit weirded out, but mostly focused on teasing Johnny, even making fun of the mask. With a stupid grin, his older sister asks, “Does he keep it oan in bed?”

Johnny doesn't say anything to that, even though his face feels red. His sisters stop laughing.

“He does?” When Johnny tries to step out of the room and avoid the conversation, his sister’s tone changes. “Hae ye e’en seen his face?”

“O’ coorse Ah hae,” he spits out. He doesn’t specify it was only four times — he doesn’t think it’d help. “And ‘s a bonnie ane, alricht.”

It doesn’t save the situation and his sisters are also weirded out and wary from then on.

The kids do not care — they ask maybe two questions, tilts their head as Simon explains and that’s it — and Johnny breathes a little easier as soon as his nieces push Simon outside to help them build a snowman.

The judgment doesn’t stop. Johnny’s blood boils any time it shows and even though Simon says it’s all fine, he can’t stop feeling angry about this. They just can’t get past the mask.

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are difficult to Simon and Johnny knows it. He’s given him the option to omit the family dinner on both those days if he’s not feeling alright enough to spend those days in crowdy house filled with a flock of loud and cheery people of all ages.

Simon knows this. He also knows that if he says he wants to stay at Johnny’s flat for the time being, Johnny is going to insist he doesn’t have to go either, that he’d prefer to stay in with him and not go for the Christmas dinner. Which he also knows is bullshit — Johnny loves Christmas, loves spenidng time with his family, that was basically why he kept on insisting Simon couldn’t stay alone at the base for Christmas another year in a row. It was the main reason why he agreed to go with Johnny in the first place, he was pretty sure if he didn’t go with him, Johnny would insist he stays, too.

So Simon stays in for Christmas Eve — or rather goes to a pub while Soap spends the day with his parents — but insists they go to Christmas dinner.

His family is disappointed to see him there, to the point the usual manuevering around politeness and disapproving go onto a backburner.

“John said yer nae a fan o’ Christmas,” Johnny’s mum says to him pointedly.

“That’s right.”

“And yet ye’r ’ere,” she notes.

Johnny is far away from the earshot and he doesn’t want to lie to her so he admits, “If I didn’t come, Johnny would insist on keepin’ me company.”

“How come ye dinnae try to hae a bit mair cheer fur th' holidays then? Put a bit mair effort in for ma baby.”

Johnny notices and soon enough, he’s next to him, their arms brushing, Johnny’s hand on the small of his back. “Lea him alane, mam.”

“It’s fine,” he says even though it’s not fine. They deserve an explanation, even just to know what they son is getting himself into. “My family was murdered on Christmas Eve. I’m—I’m trying.”

The silence falls over the room — Johnny’s mum, dad, his sister, all present, not looking at them. Simon closes his eyes, tries to breathe.

Johnny rubs his back. “Let’s gae home.”

“I’m not ruining Christmas for you, Johnny,” he says. Before Johnny can deny it — and he knows he’d try — he tries to placate, “Let’s just have ourselves a minute to calm down.”

Maybe it’s the way his voice is perfectly levelled or the way his hand trembles as he squeezes Johnny’s, but he lets him leave the room.

He steps outside — to the backyard. Sits down on the step to the garden and lets the snow soak through his jeans and the top o his balaclava.

The kids come outside, tripping over Simon’s legs. They were all oblivious to the trails and errors of Simon’s integration into the family, so they approach him as always

“Whit's wrang?”

There’s just something so innocent in having a six-year-old girl covered from head to toe in pink and glitter worry about you. Simon would never admit it in front of Johnny, but he finds the accent cute.

Simon takes off the mask.

The kids all look at him and look at him, a bit unsure maybe a bit fearful — it can be a scary sight, he admits, the elongated, jagged smile that sticks to him no matter the mood, makes him more crazy than he already is — but only one of Johnny’s niece keeps her eyes on Simon’s face.

Shily, she asks, “Does it hurt?”

“No,” he replies. When she smiles, he smiles back.

Not anymore.

This is Johnny’s family. Simon can deny it all he wants, but Johnny’s seen him as family, as someone he’d leave behind, and it hadn’t been unrequited. He can’t hide behind a mask forever and maybe this was the kick he needed.

He steps back inside when his hands turn numb. He doesn’t put the mask back on.

Johnny’s eyes widen. “Simon?”

Simon just—smiles. He can feel the scars pulling on the corners of his mouth, the stiffer skin, but he’s not faceless. He’s not been faceless for a while.

Edit (29/03/24): This is now a WIP for a minimum 15k fic, titled don't shoot me, santa, that will have 4 chapters and will be posted (hopefully) later in the year

#this is like a very shortened version with some points cropped out #maybe this will be a full-blown fic at some point #who knows? not me for sure #idk maybe closer to christmas or sth if i have inspiration #i headcanon soap speaks scots whenever he's home/speaking freely and softens the accent otherwise #i love glasgowian accents but im not good at writing them so #ghoap #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod #call of duty #q #charlie writes #op

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vozchik · 5 months

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how do i feel about this

#closer to home #closer to home game #dad #eye strain

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