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Trans men are awesome!

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If I had a tail I'd wrap it around yours when we sit together. If u even care

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the three musketeers🤺

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Completely forgot about tumblr tbf🧙‍♂️

I do want to get back into posting random stories and stuff!! Mainly just random short stories here and thereee

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SO sorry🫠 school has been bending me over recently its been a lot☝️ not sure when I will post the Brokeback au BUT I AM TRYING I PROMISE😭😭

Love u all💛

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been busy but I’ll start the Brokeback Mountain au soon:3

Not sure how it’d go, angsty? Follow the bbm storyline? Hurt myself even more??😫

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This is Bisan Owda (@wizard_bisan1 on IG), she's a young journalist who's been documenting the daily life in Gaza, Palestine since before October of last year and continues to do so now, as her and her family have been displaced by Israel, her home and workplace destroyed in the bombings. If you don't already follow her, I highly suggest to do so, as she takes interviews from the local people in the refugee camps and provides a fantastic insight into Palestinians as a nation, their culture and the horrors they face under the Israeli apartheid regime in their own land.🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

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do i make the brokeback mountain au painful and angsty.. i think i will >:3

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Ghost as Ennis Del Mar

Soap as Jack Twist…

Working on something🫡

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"you attract what you fear" oh nooo tall boys.... oh nooo boys with freckles and birthmarks......... boys with brown eyes oh nooooooo.............. im so scared.........

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transmascs i love u. btw

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The Intimacy of Being Understood

The final section of the mission lasted all day, it was dark out now. Having retrieved all intel safely, and terminating any hostiles, 141 were heading back to base.

Sitting in silence, the only noise being exhausted panting and the rotors moving. The air is heavy, close calls from the past few days lingering fresh in everyone’s minds.

No arguments occur when Ghost pushes past Gaz to claim his seat besides Soap. It’s a routine for them. The ability for Ghost to be calm, even for a few minutes on the flight back to base. It helps him majorly. Ghost would never admit that though. Soap understands.

A few glances are shared between the members. Soaps finger idly rubs along Ghost’s, hidden from the sight of the other men.

It’s always been Soap and Ghost. Ghost and Soap. Everyone understood that.

Back at base the two lingered off to their secret spot, a corner in the training field. They were out of sight here. No one would come to bother them.

Here, Ghost could let his guard down, rest his head against Soaps shoulder. Sit in silence.

“Pretty out tonight.” Soap murmurs into the air, smoke blowing out into the cold dark sky as he exhales his cigarette, pressing the orange butt into the ground. His blue eyes glow against the moonlight, Ghost loves watching them dart around, bouncing off the stars.

Ghost looks up too, his face contorting to one of confusion, “how?”, he asks bluntly.

Soap chuckles dryly, “Gosh, Simon, can’t you just appreciate it?” He looks up again. “It’s simple, yet beautiful.”

“We’re here together. We survived and we came home.”

Ghost hums in response, leaning back on the grass and looking up at the sky. His eyes pan over to Johnny, also on the grass, watching the sky. His eyes are locked on Johnnys face, glancing over the skin, lines on his forehead, in the corner of his eyes, the smile lines around his mouth. All memorised by Simon’s rough and calloused fingers. Years of killings, all in Simon’s hands. The hands that have the privilege of touching Johnny. Whether it’s in the open, gentle covered taps, encouraging punches, ruffling his hair, or in the bedroom, in private, hands a mixture of grazing gently over the warm skin of John’s neck, thighs, stomach, hands intertwined, as the warmth of Johnnys lips meet Simon’s cold and previously unloved body. Or the desperate grasping for a sense of purchase, fingers intertwining in locks of hair as sweet whimpers and gentle moans are shared between their locked lips.

He felt unworthy of Johnny. He felt that Johnny should be with someone without scars, both physical and mental ones. Ghost couldn’t understand why Soap chose him.

Ghost didn’t need any sappy words, didn’t need all the touching, kisses, and love. “It is pretty.” A smile tugs on the corner of his lips, eyes meeting with Soap’s.

Johnny was good for him. Soap understood why Ghost was the way he was. He understood Ghost on a different level than anyone else.

Johnny also understood Simon.

They’re so gay it hurts me

…what if I made an alt 2023 mw3 ending where they live happily ever after😹

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Hey y’all😛

New to Tumblr since I tried posting on twitter but it’s weird there so Tumblr it is🫡

I’m a gay trans man, no smut as I’m a minor!

I’m @mxrstons on TikTok, I post cod content and I’m gonna start posting my CoD (other fandoms???) one shots/fics/ etc on here.

Also I am not a new fan I’ve been playing since I was like 6🙏