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Nick: Alright, listen up you little shits.
Nick: Not you Gatsby. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.
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Romantic Valentine's Day Date for Partners in Crime 💞🗡
Holding writers at gunpoint and forcing them to make our favorite ships canon (don't worry writers, this is a joke)💕
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Oswald: I don't care that Jay Gatsby was iN LoVE with Isab-I mean Daisy, he was in love with a memory, not her! Besides, he and Nick had a thing going!
Ed: Yep, I have the spreadsheet right here.
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Tabitha: Exactly. And while you're at it, give Zelda Fitzgerald some credit.
Barbara: And make Daisy leave Tom for Jordan or something.
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xtripleiiix · 2 months
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The Great Gatsby Incorrect Quotes #1
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Jordan: Hey, about that love letter you sent me-
Nick: *blushes* What are your thoughts?
Jordan: The fourth sentence-
Nick: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I-
Jordan: It’s “you’re” not “your”.
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Y/N: I can't believe you've done this.....
Gatsby: I'm sorry I didn't know-!
Y/N, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE ASSHOLE!
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Nick: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.
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Murderer: Any last words?
Jordan: Do you think I'm cute? Be honest.
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Jordan: I have a bad feeling about this, guys.
Y/N: Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine.
Gatsby: Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen?
Jordan, being bailed out of jail the next morning: I hate you all.
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Nick: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.
Gatsby: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.
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Nick: So you’re dating Y/N?
Gatsby: What? No! I’m just buying them an accessory since they have terrible fashion sense.
Nick: That’s literally a wedding ring.
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Gatsby: You don't know anything about me!
Nick: I know EVERYTHING about you! You are an open book written for very dumb children!
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Gatsby: Say no to drugs.
Nick: Say yes to drugs.
Jordan: It doesn't matter if you say yes or no to drugs. If you're talking to drugs.. then you're on drugs.
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Nick: Why are you drinking?
Gatsby: I drink when I'm depressed.
Nick: But you're always drinking?
Gatsby: *smug grin*
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Nick: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.
Tom: What changed your mind?
Nick: Oh, now I know that you’re a fake bitch. Why do you ask?
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*Gatsby comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Y/N’s bedroom.*
Y/N: Babe, are you.. coming to bed?
Gatsby: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend.
Gatsby: *Lies on the ground and falls asleep*
Y/N: ...
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Nick: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.
Gatsby: You’re too young to have enemies.
Nick: You don’t even know.
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Tom: *sneaking in through their window*
Y/N: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?
Tom: I was with Daisy?
Daisy: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?
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Nick: Tom has no survival skills, their need to win has replaced them.
Daisy: That can't be true!
Nick: Watch this.
Nick: Hey Tom, race you to the bottom of the stairs!
Tom: *Throws themself out a window*
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Tom: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!
Nick: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.
Tom: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?
Nick: Somehow that's worse.
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Tom: They say that the most valuable things cost nothing.
Y/N: They also say that being cheap is an annoying trait, so don’t overuse that excuse.
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Y/N: Come on, Nick. Nobody actually believes that Gatsby is in love with me.
Nick, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Gatsby is helplessly in love with Y/N
*Everyone raises their hand*
Y/N: Gatsby, put your hand down.
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Daisy: What did Tom do this time?
Nick: More like WHO did Tom do this time?
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Gatsby: *dangling from a rope over a pit of fire* Remember when I said I’d tell you when we’re in too deep?
Y/N: Yes?
Gatsby: We’re in too deep.
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Nana: can't repeat the past? why of course you can!
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red-write-hand · 5 months
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ANNOUNCMENT
ok, so, y'all! i have exactly no actual energy to write original things sooo....MY ASK BOX IS COMPLETELY OPEN! MSG ME! COMMENT! SEND IN REQUESTS! im all yours y'all!
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floralcavern · 1 month
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Me: Oh, sir! I thought you’d like to know that I actually made a 5+ hour playlist based on The Great Gatsby in my digital arts class. Which was my last class period.
English teacher:…. You’re a maniac, wtf??
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hex-wittebane · 7 months
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Luz: Before you turn 18, you have to choose exactly one of these books to read and then never stop talking about it for the rest of your life: - Harry Potter - The Great Gatsby - Animal Farm - The Communist Manifesto - 1984 - The Bible
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miloisdone · 2 years
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Nick: Gatsby is playing hard to get.
Nick: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.
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sorrel-scribbles · 1 year
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The Great Gatsby Characters as Things I Have Heard/Said in Art Class
Nick: I'm not going to get involved in this. Gatsby: But I AM better than you! Daisy: Yeah, I just, like secretly have a child and none of you know about it. Tom: *holding up a copy of Spandau* It's really good! Jordan: Ok, but what if Gatsby actually was a German spy? Wilson: You totally miss the apple and just nail him in the chest with [a knife] instead. Myrtle: I'm being ABUSED! Wolfsheim: 'Cause I'm, you know, just casually practicing cannibalism. McKee: I am so gay! Catherine: My hair is so pretty!
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thegreatestomens · 2 years
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Jordan: Hey..What's up?
Nick: my stress level....
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darkcrowprincess · 1 year
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"Ah," Luz cried, "you look so cool. "Their eyes met(Luz and Hunters), and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table. You always look so cool," she repeated. She had told Hunter that she loved him, and Amity Blight saw."
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(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you.)
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Gatsby: I printed up a bunch of fake safety inspection certificates. Go slap one on anything that looks like a lawsuit.
Nick: Gatsby, is that legal?
Gatsby: When the cops aren’t around, anything’s legal!
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archive-double-knots · 11 months
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Luz: we need a portal to get home! But we're out of titan's blood!
Derek: why the fuck would u need titan's blood?
Derek: Give me three of those apple drinks and a screwdriver. I'll have us home in an hour.
Luz: What do you need the apple blood for? Are you gonna turn it into a cool titan blood replacement?
Derek: What? no. I'm starting to sober up, and I don't work when sober.
Derek: I built a portal here, I can build a way back twice as easy.
Luz: ...you and eda would get along well.
Derek: Eda Clawthorne? Yeah, met her, bought her a drink. Had a great time with that bard friend of hers too. Anyway kid, get me the stuff, kay?
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soapsmanwhore · 1 year
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Ghost has a little crush on the reader who handles and trains military dogs. His first time meeting him, he shook his hand whilst the reader had two Belgian malinois hanging off his arm, biting the bite suit he was wearing. I can imagine the reader saying, "Don't worry, they don't bite" too XD
I train dogs myself (not professionally yet, and I don't train bite work, but still) so this idea is really close to my heart! We love all the good babies, especially if they can do bite work :3
I'm assuming you'd like it to be a male reader due to the pronouns being used, my apologies if that's incorrect.
Thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!
"They don't bite"
Ghost x m!reader
Tags: Use of y/n and l/n, K9 handler reader, Canon-typical mentions of violence/dog bites
I'm using both German and French words for the commands for the K9's. Pronunciation for each word will be in parentheses next to it if it's pronounced differently than it's spelled.
Story begins after the break
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"Ready?" You ask the other man that's helping you with some bite training with your K9's. He seems a bit nervous as he holds the leashes of the two dogs. They're sitting patiently, all focus on you in the bite suit. He slowly nods, and you smile. "When I give them the first command they're going to start pulling on the leashes. Hold them until the second one."
The man nods again and you brace yourself, crouching down a bit more, lowering your gaze to your K9's.
"Gib Laut," (gheblout)You say and the effect is immediate. The two dogs lunge, barking and snarling at you. The man barely holds them back, seeming to struggle a bit as he has to plant his feet further apart and leans back. You nod to him just before giving the next command.
"Pak!"
Your coworker drops both leashes and the two dogs hit the ground running. Gatsby launches himself and bites your left arm first. His momentum and weight swinging you around almost entirely. Moments later the second dog, Macbeth, bites your right arm, slamming into your side and making you nearly stumble and fall. She's still snarling as she pushes her weight into you exactly as she's supposed to. Despite having on the heavy bite suit, you can still feel the power behind him and you grunt softly, but you're smiling away. You've known these two since they were puppies, a sister and brother team.
You don't hear the door to the training area open as you're trying to pull away from the two pups, testing how long they'll hold on. They're supposed to keep pushing into their target until they're called off.
"Ah, I thought you'd be in here, y/n," Price's voice greets you and you chuckle a bit, slowly turning to look over at him.
You notice three other men standing near him. One wears a balaclava with a skull painted onto it. Another wears a hat and he seems to find the situation you're in pretty humorous as he's smiling a bit. The final one has a short cropped mohawk and seems a little concerned at how Gatsby throws his head and pulls your arm in different directions.
"Hey, Captain Price, nice to see you," You answer easily. "Wanted to show the newbies the K9's?"
Price laughs loudly, unabashed. "These guys are far from newbies. I just wanted to introduce you to your new coworkers. You're going to be joining the 141 as our K9 handler. Gatsby and Macbeth are doing amazing from the reports I've read, and now that I see it, yeah. They're ready."
You smile and decide that you've tested the two long enough. "Aus." (owss) The two immediately let go of you and step back, focus still entirely on you. "Platz." (plats) They lay down together, panting heavily looking like they're smiling and proud of themselves.
"Well I'm glad you think so, captain," You say, smiling, but rubbing your forearms a bit. Bite work can leave some pretty intense bruises even with the thickest suit.
"It's nice to meet you three. I'm Sergeant l/n, also known as Alpha... Even if wolves don't have alphas in their packs," You say, chuckling softly before offering your hand for the three of them to shake.
The one with the mohawk glances at the dogs, seeming to hesitate a bit. "It's okay, they don't bite," You say, laughing to yourself at your joke.
"We just saw them!" He blurts out and you just wink at him.
"I'm Lieutenant Ghost," The one in the mask speaks up and steps forward to shake your hand. His gloved grip is firm, and despite his casual demeanor, you see him glance at your dogs. "That's Sergeant Soap Mactavish, and that's Sergeant Gaz Garrick. You already seem to know Price."
"Yeah, he's been looking over my progress with Gatsby and Macbeth for a while now," You say, offering a smile to the large man in front of you. He just nods and backs up again.
"Well, let's see you run them through their training while we're here," Price says, gesturing to the large room they're in.
You smirk and glance at the man who was helping you. He's obviously a rookie on the base, seeing how nervous he is in front of the others in the room. "Will you wear the bite suit? I'll only send one at you at a time since you haven't done this before."
He swallows hard, but glances at Captain Price and slowly nods. About 10 minutes later you're at one side of the room and your helper at the other while Gatsby and Macbeth lay in the center of the room. You're going to go through their other commands first, but decide you should probably give him a bit of advice first.
"Right, when they go to bite, they're going to swing all of their weight at you. You'll have to have a good steady stance and be ready for it or you'll hit the ground. And if it happens, it's okay, they should be able to adapt to it. You good?"
The man nods and you glance at the other four men in the room. They're standing at the wall on the left of the room and you nod, taking a deep breath.
"Heir!" (hee er) Your two dogs immediately stand, running towards you as fast as they can.
"Assis!" (ah-see) The two stop dead in their tracks and sit down, still focused in. "Good, platz." They lay down waiting for your next command. "Steh." (shtay) The two stand once more, but stay at the spot they're in.
"Bleib," (bly'b) You say, just for good measure as you walk towards them and circle around them. Their focus stays on you the entire time as you do so and their paws stay rooted where they stand.
"Gatsby," You say and his ears perk up a bit further, waiting for his next command. "Fuss," (fooss) You say and immediately begin jogging backwards, but he catches up easily and shuffles backwards with you. His hip nearly attached to your right knee. You smile and stop before spinning in a complete circle. Gatsby stays glued to your side, turning with you easily, his butt angled to the floor as he moves. It makes him look graceful.
"Macbeth, fuss." She runs over to you, attaching her hip to your left knee and they're both looking up at you. Focused in entirely. "Good," you say to both of them and give them both a treat before running to the other side of the room, opposite where Price and the others are standing. The two pups stay right next to you, matching their pace to yours easily. You stop and spin in a circle with both of them at your side and they do easily. They move in sync with you as if all of you were connected by one mind. You smile and return to your position on the opposite side of the large room from your helper.
Deciding to be merciful to the guy, as he seems incredibly nervous, you'll send Macbeth after him first. Even though she growls while she's biting, she weighs less than Gatsby and doesn't throw her weight around like he does.
"Gib laut." While they stand at your side, both of them turn and begin barking at you, occasionally growling and you smile. They're doing really well. "Parle!" They immediately turn their focus to your helper. They don't jump and pull like they would if you were holding their leashes. Instead they stay at your side, still in a perfect heel.
"Macbeth, pak!" She takes off as Gatsby continues to bark. Your helper scrambles to try and get into a more steady stance. His eyes are wide as she charges at him at full speed. Just as she reaches the center of the room you call out again, "Macbeth, assis!" She stops immediately and sits down, focus still trained entirely on the handler, but one ear swiveled back to hear your next command. Gatsby is still barking beside you, and you let him for the next moment, before speaking again. "Gatsby, assis." He stops barking and sits down next to you, but his focus remains on your helper.
"Macbeth, heir!" She gets up and turns, running back towards you until she's standing in front of you. She puts the bottom of her head on your stomach as she looks up at you. You walk backwards a few steps and she follows, keeping her head on your stomach. You step back up next to Gatsby and she follows that too. "Good," you say and give them both a treat.
The hardest thing to do in bite training, is breaking them of their drive to bite. Whether that be releasing the person they're biting or stopping while they're charging to bite. Once that drive is engaged, it's very difficult to break them out of it. But both Macbeth and Gatsby have been doing great at it today. They're just showing off for 141 now we far as you're concerned.
"Macbeth, parle." She turns around and begins barking at your helper again, growling too, waiting in front of you for the next command. "Macbeth, pak!"
She charges off, and quickly reaches the helper. She jumps up and bites his left arm. She begins pushing against him, pushing him back until his back hits the wall behind him. And even then, she keeps pushing, pinning him there.
"Macbeth, aus!" She growls one last time as she lets go and steps back, still focused on the helper. "Macbeth, fuss!" She turns and runs back to you, stopping back in her heel position as she focuses on you. Gatsby is still sitting next to you, focus on the helper. "Gatsby, pak!" He charges, gaining speed quicker than Macbeth.
"Gatsby, heir!" He turns almost immediately, running back to you, and stopping with his head on your stomach just like Macbeth did. You smile and pet him as well as Macbeth. "Gatsby, parle." He turns back around, barking and snarling at the helper once again, and he seems even more shaken. You don't blame him, Gatsby is a beast when he bites. Though Macbeth is just as tenacious as him. "Gatsby, pak!"
He takes off again, charging at full speed until he launches himself at your helper. He bites the man's right arm, and swings him around in a full circle with his momentum and weight. Once Gatsby's back paws hit the ground again, he's immediately pushing against the helper, and he loses his balance. The helper falls onto his back and Gatsby immediately adapts, jerking his arm this way and that as he usually does. Still pushing against the helper and pinning him to the ground. "Gatsby, aus!" You call and he immediately lets go, standing over the shaken rookie as Gatsby looks down at him.
"Gatsby, fuss!" He pushes off of the helper and runs back to you, stopping in his heel position perfectly.
"Good," you say to them both and give them both a treat before petting them for a moment. Then, you pull out two balls with rope attached to them, one for each of the pups.
"Free!" You say, releasing them before throwing the balls in two different directions. They both run off to get one, and begin to play happily. Both by themselves and with each other. Macbeth approaches Soap and attempts to play with him and he raises his hands up, seeming uncomfortable.
"Macbeth, bring!" You call, rolling the r a bit and she turns and runs to you with the ball in her mouth. You play with her for a moment, using the rope to play a bit of tug of war before telling her to let go and throwing it again.
"Guessin' you don't like dogs," You say to Soap as you stop in front of the four of them. The helper is making his way over as well.
"Nope, usually they're attackin' me in the field."
Price just laughs as your helper stops next to you. "Maybe I should start sendin' the rookies to do bite training with you when they get in trouble," He says, smiling brightly. "Put them back in their place, eh son?" Price asks as he claps your helper on the back and he gives a weak smile.
"That's a good enough training session for today, you can take the bite suit off now," You say and the helper nods, beginning to try and get it off as quickly as possible. As if you'd send your K9's after him any minute while he wore it.
"Glad to have you on the team," Price says, smiling at you as he begins to leave the training room, the other three slowly following him.
"Glad to finally be a part of it."
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Ghost begins to get used to seeing you around with your K9's almost always at your heel. At first, he though he just felt respect for how well both of your K9's were trained. How they can do commands seamlessly together or apart depending on if you said their names or not. He's seen you work in the field too, easily using your K9's in tricky situations. Macbeth is an amazing tracker, and she tracked down their target on one mission when he ran easily. Gatsby is great at sniffing for drugs or bombs. He once prevented the team from being ambushed when he smelled landmines buried in the ground. Ghost eventually realized what he felt wasn't just respect for you. He'd never admit it, but he had a crush on you.
Ghost started unintentionally avoiding you. Trying to run from his problems as he usually does.
You know he's seen you release your K9's on people in the field. Gatsby once broke an enemies arm and shredded the skin, and you knew Ghost saw it from where he was in his position, because he shot the enemy with his sniper rifle to put him out of his misery. You know he's also seen you working on their guarding abilities. Simulating people attacking you in various ways and they immediately launch to protect you. You even managed to talk Soap into it once. And he had Gatsby right next to him as the helper in the bite suit pretended to attack him, Gatsby launched to defend him. After that, Soap was a bit more relaxed around your K9's. You wondered if Ghost was just uneasy around you because of your dogs.
But eventually, you've had enough of him avoiding you. Every time you tried to talk to him, he'd turn around and go the other way. You wanted you know why, and damn it, you were going to get an answer.
You were walking down the hallway just outside of the lounge with your pups at your heel as usual when you saw Ghost walking towards you.
"Ghost!" You called, and he looked up. He glances at you before turning around back the way he came. You huff and glance down at Gatsby and Macbeth.
"Chenil," You say, and they both take off. For safety reasons, you don't close the door to your room all the way and you leave their kennel doors open. You've practiced this before too, in various different places on the base. So you know they're going straight into their kennels and they'll stay there until you order them out of it. With them taken care of, you run after Ghost.
"Lieutenant!" You call when you catch up to him, and he just tries to duck into his office. Before you can think, your hand shoots out and you catch the door before he can close it. It takes nearly all of your strength to hold it open for a tense moment. Then, Ghost's head peeks at you through the crack in the door. He's wearing the hardened mask today instead of his painted one. You push the door open and stand in the doorway so he can't close it again as you cross your arms.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" You ask, annoyance from the past month or so of him avoiding you turning into frustration. You can't find it in you to care that he's your superior and you shouldn't be talking to him like this. "We used to talk daily, and now you won't even look at me! If I did something wrong or upset you, I deserve to know about it."
Your voice is firm, determined, and Ghost wants to apologize. He can see just how much him avoiding you has affected you. But he doesn't know if he'd be able to handle your rejection if he told you the real reason why he's been avoiding you. Hell, he shouldn't even have feelings for you. He's your superior. It's wrong. But seeing you standing there, glaring at him in a way he's never seen you do before, he feels awful. You're usually bright and smiling, proud of your K9's and how far the three of you have come. You're the first to crack a joke. He recalls when he first met you and you told him that your K9's don't bite. But he's not seeing that now.
"Come in," He says simply, finally stepping aside so you can enter his office. He closes the door behind you with a click and sighs heavily as he faces the door, his back to you.
"So?" You push.
"I believe I should apologize for my recent behavior," He begins and clears his throat, trying to steel himself for what he's about to confess. "I'm sorry I've made it seem like I'm upset with you or that you did something wrong."
Ghost slowly turns as he speaks, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. You suddenly feel nervous under his gaze and your arms drop to your sides as you take a step back when he steps towards you.
"In fact, you've been far from doing anything wrong, Sergeant," He continues, slowly walking towards you. For each step closer he takes, you step back one, until your hip hits the edge of his desk and you glance back at it, concerned.
Unable to back any further away, Ghost is standing in front of you in moments, his large form blocking any escape. His eyes never leave yours as you feel your confidence withering away. Did you really talk to him like that? He could write you up, hell even fire you for insubordination.
"I've fallen for you, Sergeant," He says, leaning forwards to cage you in against his desk. One of his arms on either side of you, his palms splayed out against the cool wood.
"Wh-What do you mean?" You ask, unable to meet his eyes now. Your heart is beating hard in your chest and you can feel your face warming up as you blush.
"What I mean, is I want you. I want you to be mine."
You swallow the lump in your throat and your mouth feels dry. You lick your lips in an attempt to fix the situation, but you just feel Ghost's eyes watch the gesture.
"L-Lieutenant," You stutter, voice quieter than usual. "I- I don't- You like me?"
"I'm not sure how much clearer I can be, Sergeant. I want you to be my boyfriend."
The tension between the two of you grows thicker as silence takes over. The air feels thick enough to cut as you feel heat radiating off of Ghost, slowly warming your already hot body. You don't know what to say. You do like Ghost, you like him a lot. That's why it hurt so much when he stopped talking to you. But it feels dangerous to get involved like this. He's a superior, he shouldn't be dating someone lower in rank. But you know that he treats you as an equal, at least outside of missions. It's scary, but tempting all at the same time. He doesn't push the matter, he just watches as you think through it and your expression changes. You feel his gaze burning into you, and you fidget a bit.
"I c-can't deny that I like you too, Lieutenant," You slowly answer, thinking hard about each word you say. "I just... I don't know where to go from here."
"That's okay, we can figure it out together," Ghost says and you slowly look back up. His eyes are softer now, less serious and more gentle. It eases some of your nerves.
"You sure?"
"I'm sure," Ghost answers easily and you take a deep breath and nod.
"Then, yes, I'd like to be your boyfriend," You say and before you realize it's happening, Ghost had yanked his mask up to his nose, and his lips are pressed against yours.
Your eyes widen in shock before you relax slowly. His lips are soft, despite a slightly raised scar on one side. You close your eyes and slowly wrap your arms around Ghost's shoulders. He just makes the kiss deeper, pushing you slightly so you have to sit on his desk. He's between your legs now, one arm wrapped around your lower back, and the other one still planted on his desk. When the two of you slowly pull away, your pupils are blown wide and both of you are flushed. You haven't seen any of Ghost's face aside from his eyes before, so you reach up. He flinches slightly and you pause, until he relaxes again. You begin to slowly and gently trace the scars that are visible. Ghost seems hesitant, but relaxes slowly into your gentle touch. However, it's eventually too much for him and he has to pull his mask back down. And that's okay. You two can work on everything slowly. There's no need to rush into things.
It's like working with dogs. You've learned to be patient and allow them to trust you first. You can do the same with Ghost.
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Would anyone be interested in maybe a smutty part 2 👀
Update 2/27/23: I'm working on a part 2! Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in it so you'll know when it's uploaded
This has also been turned into a series! Here's a link to the Master Post so you can keep up to date on the series.
Thank you all so much for the amazing response to this little request/series, it's such a great welcome into the community. I can't express how much this means to me, genuinely. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
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whateversawesome · 27 days
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Something I learned just recently by analyzing and studying many great books throughout history is that something doesn't have to be perfect for it to be a masterpiece.
I found this thought liberating.
It's true. Look at books like Don Quixote, The Great Gatsby, One Hundred Years of Solitude, Pedro Páramo, Wuthering Heights, Hamlet, Pride and Prejudice, and many, many other masterpieces...
If these were published today, if we judged them by modern standards of what "good literature" should be, many wouldn't pass that test. Some would be lacking character development, others would have incorrect use of language or the dialogues wouldn't be as enriching, you name it.
None of these books are perfect, yet years, decades and centuries after they were written, they still remain.
It's not perfection what turns a book into a masterpiece. It's that connection with humanity, that bond that moves something inside a person when they read a story and make them think 'I get this with all my heart.'
A soul calling another soul.
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littlegreenfag · 9 months
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okay please go on your rant about the antisemitism in the great gatsby please please please
ALRIGHT
So, The Great Gatsby is antisemitic. That's common knowledge. But weirdly enough, Fitzgerald's explicit antisemitism taught me a really, really, really important lesson about my own Jewishness. So please, by all means, do not "cancel" The Great Gatsby. And I'm saying this as a direct relative of the man being caricatured in the book.
So, there's a character in the book named Meyer Wolfsheim. And he's obviously supposed to be my great-great-great uncle, Arnold Rothstein. The book mentions his involvement in the fixing of the 1919 World Series and the murder of Herman Rosenthal, two things that Uncle Arnie directly partook in.
Now, as any Boardwalk Empire fan can tell you, Arnold Rothstein wasn't exactly proud to be a Jew. He viewed his identity as a hindrance. He worried about his goyishe business partners not taking him seriously. So he tried to minimize that aspect of his identity.
But the character based off him in the book? Well, he walks around like fuckin' Tevye! Some of his lines of dialogue are explicitly written to be read with a Yiddish accent (like when he asks if Nick is looking for a "gonnegtion")- an accent that Rothstein himself did not have.
It should be noted that Fitzgerald never met Rothstein. He made wildly incorrect assumptions about Rothstein's character based only around the fact that Rothstein was Jewish.
I was maybe twelve years old when I read the book, and it was a time in my life when I was trying to minimize my own Jewishness. And this book was a brutal reminder. No matter how hard I tried to hide it, there'd always be somebody who would see me as nothing more than just another dirty Jew. Somebody who might not even have met me!
In a way, it was a bit of a wake-up call for me. That was the book that made me say "Why am I trying so hard to be something I'm not? Why not go full Jew? What's stopping me? Who am I trying to please?"
And my life's been so much better because of it.
So yeah, we should absolutely continue to teach and discuss The Great Gatsby. But we need to be ready to have those conversations about antisemitism as well.
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