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incoherent-but-correct · 1 year

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drarry is so jegulus coded

#ao3 #marauders #harry potter #jegulus #drarry #heartbreak warfare #harry got some really strong genes from his dad huh #the Black family men and redheads #now imagine a redhead in the black family #game over for the potter line

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theneonpier · 9 days

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#heartbreak warfare #john mayer #best solo #Youtube

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iomalatesta · 2 months

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#heartbreak warfare #Youtube

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renuelfallore · 11 months

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feeling stuck in an endless loop of unwinnable sitch loads of times

stabbing my chest, burning my dreams

creating nasty nightmares

you bled me out

don’t wanna be closer

steering clear ‘cause —

I think I’ve had enough

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nikov · 1 year

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I REMEMBER EVERYTHING.

everything everywhere all at once (2022) / amigo warfare, eric gamalinda / someone great (2019) / about you, the 1975 / lullabies, lang leav / la la land (2016) / the museum of heartbreak, meg leder / always remember us this way, lady gaga

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lucimiir · 2 months

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I don’t know guys I was told Dune Messiah would be boring but so far I’m having a BLAST. Teenage Alia is iconic, half the scenes are Chani and Irulan snipping at each other while Alia chills and instigates. There’s a pompous fishman floating in orange liquid and a resurrected hot guy who’s there to seduce people apparently. Paul is just moping in a corner. This is great.

#also the tragedy of a world after ten years of warfare is heartbreaking and I think this book is so far achieving everything it #set out to do #as far as the commentary on fanaticism goes #so that’s all good too #I’m like a fifth of the way through #dune #dune messiah #paul atreides #paul muad'dib #alia atreides #irulan corrino #chani kynes #duncan idaho #frank herbert

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pluvillion · 9 months

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Goodbye, Captain Price. Ад ждет тебя. (Hell awaits you.)

that one scene has been on my mind since when i first saw it and i seriously believe Price is biting the dust this time. apologies in advance for the person i will become once that happens.

#just one person dies in the story and i am killing makarov myself #i'm so serious #we've already had our fair share heartbreak in the original trilogy - never again #sfm #source filmmaker #call of duty #modern warfare iii #tf141 #captain price #vladimir makarov #cod #mwiii #3d art #fanart

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dimicul · 5 months

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// this is a little scrap of a chapter i found when i was writing a fic but i never got round to finishing it :( but yeah it’s angsty hell, to give some context, you had used Ghost to get closer to your family/country by being in a relationship with him and over the months you had been piecing information and stealing from the base. you end up leaving and working for a team. the rest will explain!//

Gun It

A static crackle emits from the transceiver and Ghost is levering his large body against the wooden crate, squinting through the scope of his sniper, attempting to breathe in through his nose.

There’s no way he’s letting this go.

Days, weeks, months put into tracing the convoy, training in pure frustration - an enemy arms shipment is about to cross the border into Urzikstan, at which the point the enemy intends to use it to bolster a major counteroffensive. They believe it’s an ambush.

Simon’s mentally counting down seconds in his head, his white mask inked with moonlight as his eyes train on the chopper whirling in the sky above them.

“They’re taking a route to the north, over,” The static crackles again and Johnny’s voice snaps Ghost out of his trance - the man was always able to just do that. Break him free from whatever he was doing.

Purely because his voice was annoying.

“Roger.”

“Marines are rolling in now, L.T. You and Sergeant are leading the way on this, yeah?” He’s saying, and Ghost resets his jaw, the wind picking up around him as the chopper nears.

“The Sergeant?”

“Keegan, of course.”

As if on cue, there’s a rumbling of a car engine a few paces away and he glances momentarily at the tall, lean man swiftly manoeuvring himself from the side of the car, boots landing on the sand with a thud.

“Fucking hell.”

“He’s on station.” Johnny crackles again above the soft whirring of crickets and Ghost swears he can hear the traces of amusement in his voice. Punk.

“Copy. All set ‘ere.”

Keegan beside him now, ducking behind the crate - he’s glancing at Ghost, then at the chopper, positioning himself the same way. There’s a cigarette between his forth and second finger, tucked in.

“Eyes on two. Armed on the chopper.” Ghost drawls, shifting ever so slightly - he can see bodies shifting, clad in khaki green uniforms, pistol on their sides. Keegan exhales tiredly.

“When can we bomb this thing down, Soap?” Keegan’s mouth moves to his transceiver. Ghost wants to laugh at his impatience. Stupid fuck doesn’t know what he’s in for.

“Aye, with them holding five or six crates of explosives in there? I think not, mate,” Johnny chuckles.

“Why the hell not? Easier death.”

“Graves. He’s in there. We shoot ‘em, he’s dead.” Ghost remarks with the slight glance at the masked man, who raises a brow.

“And? Hell with that man, useless fuck.” Keegan cusses under his breath, removing the cigarette from his lips as he exhales the smoke. Gunpowder. Tar. Sand. It’s all he can smell.

“He’s got intel on this shit.”

Wind raises around them, muting the sound of buzzing cicadas and crickets, harshly pressing against Ghosts ear. It demands to be heard. He’s tilting his head a bit and watches the soldiers on the chopper say something to another. It stops suddenly.

“Eyes on ‘em. They’ve stopped it, Johnny.”

“Course they have, they can see the marines further down that hill.” There’s a sigh after his sentence. Eyes flicker from one soldier to another, sniper cocking in their direction, watching through the lenses.

“They’re shooting,” Keegan drops the cigarette in his hand, regaining his position.

“Remember what I said. No gunnin’ ‘em down yet.”

“But-”

A barrage of bullets are being shot down, piercing the silence between Ghost and his counting; there’s shouting, faint distant screams, and he notices the chopper gaining proximity.

“Alejandro? Do you copy?” Ghost holds his breath momentarily. He was in the cockpit.

“Fuck,” Keegan hisses, lowering his sniper as he leans up to squint in the distance - he can’t make out if it’s citizens screaming for help, or his very own team mate.

“Backup. You need backup.” Ghost recites into the transceiver. It crackles. He can’t help the panic in his voice as the bullets begin to multiple in blasts.

“If we just shoot at the soldiers,” Keegan pointed out, voice raised over the firing. Ghost has no choice but to nod, regaining his position, hands tightening around his weapon and he begins to lower his scope onto the first enemy, onto the second…

You.

You’re stood there. Your mouth is bound tight with a balaclava, arms shifted as you hold the weapon in your arms, the same arms he was holding only a week ago, those same eyes furrowed in concentration, a contrast between your soft, unsullied skin. Your skin. God he’s missed your skin.

“Ghost?” The transceiver crackles.

A wound opens up. It seeps with blood, pouring down his arm, the betrayal causing his heart to sink in the most familiar way. He’s felt this before. He’s been here before, he’s lost someone before - Ghost doesn’t notice the way Keegan’s shouting is becoming louder, how bullets are being fired one after the other, no, it’s as if he’s been blacked out of his body, eyes glued on you.

You left. In the middle of the night, you had packed your things and sneaked away, and he’s been punishing himself over and over, on the brink of insanity, thinking he had done something wrong; maybe he was too rough with you. Maybe, you had realised you deserved better. There was a possibility there might’ve been someone else, or you had become sick with his behaviour, fuck, he had been driving himself mad all month.

“Back up’s been sent, but you’re gonna have to try and steady on,” Johnny’s voice intercepts the static between Keegan and Alejandro, and he nods.

You’re standing there, grinning a little, saying something to the soldier beside you. Your eyes are still doing that same thing when you grin, your nose scrunches up and Ghost wants nothing more than to be touching you again, holding you to his chest, kissing the same hands you’re using to point the gun.

At his own team.

“How long? I’ve sniped down one, I don’t know if they see us.”

“Good lad, just keep the chopper in the sk-”

“Shoot it.”

Keegan snapped his gaze towards Ghost, a confused expression etched onto his face; there’s a glow of red and orange dusting the man’s white mask, and for once, Keegan realises this is what Ghost was infamous for. For not holding back.

“But, you said-”

“Gun it fucking down.” There’s a constriction building in his chest, his heart wearing at the seams - a lighter being held to the edges, a painful yet bittersweet feeling. “Shoot the damn thing.”

“Si? Kee, what’s he doing?” The transceiver crackles. Keegan doesn’t respond, his chest heaving up and down slowly, eyes trained on the man beside him.

They’re in position, snipers aimed at the boxes. Their transceiver crackles over and over with Johnny’s faint voice, but through blurry tears, Ghost fixates his scope on the end of the chopper - it’s filled with crates. Gloved fingertips brush with against the trigger.

They let go, and Keegan would be lying if he said it wasn’t a pretty sight.

#cod x reader #simon ghost riley #angst #call of duty #keegan p russ #ghost #captain price #simon riley #cod modern warfare #john soap mactavish #heartbreak

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killingick · 2 years

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Ya’ll 🥺

Imma HC this.

Y/N breaks up with Ghost, not because she doesn’t love him but because his emotions are getting in the way.

He spends so much time trying to protect her, that he barely makes it out alive himself.

As much as you loved him to pieces, you knew you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if he died because of you.

The two of you argue, he shouts, you scream, he gets mad and punches the wall and you stare at him in shock.

Without another word you leave the room.

He slumps down into a chair, pulling the mask off of his face, hands trembling as he tries to come to terms with the fact that he just lost you.

Gripping the mask silently, he begins to ponder whether it’d be better to love you as Ghost, Simon or not at all.

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toomanywordsnllines · 1 year

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Roach has complicated... feelings

#manyrambles #based on a Hc I have that Ghost gives Roach a ring #It's mainly based in this idea that Roach has to leave for a while for the states for family stuff #(I'm mixing him being british and merican)#so Ghost gives him a ring...#let's say that Roachs feels very...much about it and the meaning a ring can have #and what he can't give back #It's complicated #and it's also a little bit of venting on my part since...#yeah kinda been feeling the same buddy #emotions are complicated and putting a name on what you feel for someone even more #and wanting to have something you know you Can't have? heartbreaking #just...aro things #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty roach #gary roach sanderson #also spending the whole afternoon listening to cigarretes after sex might've been a big enabler for my mood...#i can't help it they make me sad but the music is...so good #Also had fun with the 'paneling'#never tried anything like it before

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elysiuminfra · 1 year

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has anyone else noticed the bots have come back stronger

#journal #i like getting asks every once in a while its fun. the heartbreak to discover that it was never real..............#THEY WERE GONE FOR A WHILE FOR ME BUT NOW THEYRE BACK AND COMMITTING PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE

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onboardsorasora · 3 months

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🌹3 Roses - Chapter 3🌹

summary:

Roses inked into the skin can be a symbol of love lost and won. Of passion and desire. Lewis and Daniel have matching rose tattoos.

The story of Dewis from the 2017 season - situationship -> heartbreak -> getting back together

Chapter 3- Obsession

Read from the Beginning

#I bring a certain Heartbreak Warfare and Slowdancing in a Burning Room to this story #dewis #lewis/daniel #3 roses

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theneonpier · 9 days

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#heartbreak warfare #john mayer #guitar solo #Youtube

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vizthedatum · 11 months

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Being able to identify what happened to me in childhood and in my significant relationships as narcissistic abuse is literally saving me. It has saved other survivors too - the knowledge of... wow this is what happened to us. And that we also were toxic too... but ultimately we were used and drained until discarded (and/or left). I cannot let anyone take that away from me. Being blind to it or simply saying it's emotional/psychological/physical abuse was naive. I am soon to be seen by a new therapist specializing in narcissistic abuse recovery (as well as poly/gender-affirming care). I do not care if you think my using "narcissistic abuse" is ableist. You can block me and not read this then.

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People who've been through it will know what I mean (read: trauma bond that persists even though I never want to see them again or interact with them again):

All I want to do is reach out to *my* spouse and *my* former best friend and ask them to hold me. To hold me and say that they never wanted to say or do those things. That they never wanted to use my weaknesses against me. That they never wanted to control their life and mine so much and see me get sicker and sicker.

All I want is to share my day, my experiences, and my life with the person I chose to marry. Who was supposed to be there for me. Supporting me.

All I want is for them to say that they knew I tried my best to support them too and for us to be in couples counseling while they worked individually on all their issues (like I do).

I want them to breathe slow intentional breaths while I have anxiety so that I can match my breathing to theirs.

I want to wake up from future hospital beds and see them next to me.

I want them to laugh with me again.

I want to play all the games with them, even the ones I don't like.

I dream of us finally reaching harmony. Dancing while we make food together.

I want to go on night walks and see them sparkle in the moonlight.

I wish to erase the sadness in their eyes.

I wish that my friends never pulled me out... never stopped telling me that I didn't deserve all this while I fought. I fought so hard to keep the image THE IMAGE of you and me alive. Did you?

Towards the end, I could have been bleeding out from a cut-off limb... and you wouldn't have had empathy for me - you would have just thought I was being dramatic - that's how bad it was.

You acted like I had lost all my worth. Me. I would have done anything for you. I would have blocked anyone. I was ready. I was ready to go back to however you wanted me to be. To appease you.

I want to be that person who never had to learn how to let you go.

*cries instead of unpacking*

#narcissistic abuse awareness #narcissistic abuse #covert narcissism #codependent no more #trauma bond #healing #trauma #neurodivergence #queer #harm #heartbreak #domestic violence #psychological warfare #emotional abuse #abuse survivor #narcissistic abuse survivor

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weedle-testaburger · 10 months

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#personal crap #banana fish #i wasn't expecting to say this but i loved this ending tbh #it's heartbreaking but in a really interesting way #bc it's such a weird mix of happy (ash finding out how much eiji loved him and eiji thinking he'll see ash again #and ofc the whole drug cartel/gang warfare thing dying down #) and sad (ash dying and eiji being blissfully unaware of it)#i was expecting it to be some stupid 'AND THEN THE VILLAIN WON ISN'T IT SAD' crap like berserk 97 (sorry chrono but fuck that ending)#but they did something much cleverer and more dramatic instead of just edgy and gross

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iciclehandds · 1 year

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"I Love You" - Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish (Simons pov)

He pulled himself up on the bed enough that his back hit the headboard. My eyes weren't in his direction but ı could feel it, he had something in his mind that was bothering him. He sight loud enough that echoed in the empty bedroom. I turned my back to the wall, facing his face which was wrecked with stress. I wasn’t capable of understanding his problem, ı just kept saying that ı do understand and murmured two or three comfortıng sentences to his face but that was all. All a lie to make him think ı’m capable of understanding his stress which was soon going to be his end.

I did ıt all, because ı knew he needed company

I wanted to help, not because ı pitied him, ı helped him because ı loved him.

We were staring at each other, his eyes were cold, but only cold for the person who dıdn’t know him well. He was a type of man who was gentle, helpful, kınd of person that was considered “lovable”. However he had a pair of dead eyes stuck on his face like a pair of buttons. But his face would never lie, his worry and his stress would show on his face. But you could only see it if he trusted you. His eyes, which only resembled a two pair of black buttons sewed on his face kept looking at me from above. I touched his hand which was near the pillow where my hand was resting, ı caressed his hand and pulled myself up on the bed to properly face him. Just like him, my back hit the headboard too.

“You look so serıous” He said, with a little smile near his lips. “I can’t smile all the time.” His smile went upward, and then disappeared. “What happened?”

“Nothin', ı’m alright.”

“you’re clearly not. You are not the kind of person to have problems with sleeping unless someone is dead Johnny.” His smile went up near the corners again, ı could never understand those ups and downs. “It can happen sometimes Sımon”

“you started to be too much like me” My fingers caressed his eyebags, he wasn’t the kind of man who liked to stay up all night, he liked to sleep and he was capable of sleeping whenever he wanted to so he used to spend his night sleeping in an early hour. He was the complete opposite of me and my being. He had a smile that shined perfectly when he smiled, he was social, he always said that he hated living but in his eyes ı could see that he couldn’t be more glad.

He wouldn’t think much, but ı wouldn’t stop thinking.

But now, ıt was clear that he couldn’t stop thinking either. “Is ıt a bad thing that ı’m getting more and more lıke you everyday?”

“you’re going to end yourself with thinking this much.”

“but ye didnae”

I slipped my hand on his face on the pillow, but he panicked. He grabbed my hand, pushing his cheek inside my hand and pressing my hand on his cheek. He quickly blurted out “ı’m sorry.”

“it was okay”

“Still” he said while not letting my hand even slip from his grip. “I’m just worried about you”

“I ken, ı'm just” His eyes ran away from my eyes, but he didn’t let my wrist slide away from his grip. “ı’m just tryin' to figure out something.”

“ı can help you, you know that.” I took a deep breath, yanked my wrist out of his grip and grabbed his face and leaned his forehead on mine. “I’m here for a reason, ı’m here for you. I can help you, Johnny.”

“yer too good.”

“ı'm not.”

I was a fool at the time,

I couldn’t understand his problem was because of another. I was just a young, stupid guy at the time, ı couldn’t understand his eyes which reminded me of buttons were only empty under my gaze. I never understood his struggle, and in the end ı couldn’t understand when they left as well. I sometımes look ın “our” house sometimes, and remember our memories in here, they still feel like yesterday. Sometimes ı even wait for him to open the door and come inside, throwing his bag on the floor complaning about the missions. However, that never happens. He’s gone. All because ı couldn’t understand him. İt’s ridiculous. I could read anyones expression, ı could understand what they were feeling but for him ıt was always wrong.

His eyes were never empty, he just pitied me.

He kept clinging to me because he thought ı needed someone, and when he found another person who needed him more than I, he left. He left like it was so easy!

I’m not angry at him.

I’m the one who’s wrong.

I could have understood him better, ı could have tried to actually love him, but ı was so scared of being left that ı couldn’t get myself to open my heart and show him how much ı love him.

He deserves the world, he deserves the best of best. However, a man lıke I, who's uncapable for ever being loved or loving another, a man who's only capable of hurting people under the name of "doing good to the world" can never love him in the way he desired to be loved lıke.

But ıf we had more time, I could have given him the world.

If ı had one more time to only caress under his eyes and look at his beautiful silhouette, ı could have died happily.

-This was a very old writing ı have done for my ex partner and I, thought ıt worked better for Ghost and Soap now sınce he's no longer ın my lıfe, hope some people lıked ıt.

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