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No cause let's talk about that-

The fact that someone ripped the thickest, wettest, most explosive, (prob) warmest shart ever that could be heard from afar in a Sleep Token concert and fans on discord, twt and tumblr didnt really seem to care abt it is crazy to me

C'mon guys, this is historical and hysterical where are the memes

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Hello! Just wanted to say Chapter 2 of my fic "I Won't Run" is up!

They basically just go on a coffee date, and Soap sees some old faces

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Words: 2,188

Summary:

"John didn't know how to describe it, but it felt like Ghost listened with his entire being: he would nod along through to conversation, body leaned in as if pulled by the sound of Soap's voice. Something about it just made John's heart flutter a little faster. He always felt that he talked so much with so little substance that many people just tuned him out, but that wasn't the case with Ghost."

Thanks for reading!

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I love when I'm listening to a song and it goes from "I really like this song" to " I love this song so much I need it shoved up my ass so I can feel it in my soul"

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we never learn, we’ve been here before

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Can someone explain to me why David Tennant's throat looks so damn biteable

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bringing awareness to this moment actually since ik a lot of youse have probably mainly watched scene compliations and those tend to exclude it and you deserve to know

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Ha, queers.

I love dumb memes :3

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So the brainrot hit me like a truck, and I'm now writing a multichapter fic. Listen, I really like the idea of them being in a band and getting frisky on stage man (Link here to the first fic I wrote with the idea.)

Anyway, it starts with lil Soap auditioning for the band 141 (Price as drummer, Ghost as bass, and Gaz as vocal/guitar when he's feeling frisky).

The title is "I Won't Run" and it's 1,886 words [the link to it is here.] Also, here's a little snippet of it:

"He began strumming, fingers slowly dancing across the faded fingerboard as he plucked out the notes. He had to admit, it was nice to play this song again after so many years. 

The song was the first he'd ever written, dedicated to his fiery mother who loved to hear his very basic playing. It wasn't a fast song, more slow and somber than many might expect from a song written by Soap. Hell, Gaz almost cried when he first heard the song in their shared dorm during college. 

Man, those days weren't the best but he damn sure missed those moments. Moments of complete peace. Of complete quiet. No anxiety eating him alive as he just strummed out chord after chord.

The ending chord honestly came as a shock to Soap. He'd been so engrossed in the song and memories he didn't even realize he'd finished the song.

He also hadn't looked up at his judges once."

Ok, thanks for readin, and stay tuned for chapter 2 where they lowkey go on a coffee date :]

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goddamn am I a sucker for coffee shop au's

CoffeeshopAU pt.7_Jealous

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I love the hc that Ghost is always cold and Soap is a living furnace

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🧼💝💀

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i think ghost and soap would fit perfectly under that ‘professor who would not utter a word about their personal life’ x ‘professor who talks Too Much about their personal life’ dynamic

they’d be married, of course, but what’d be funny is that because of soap’s oversharing, students in his courses would know an absurd amount of Ghost Lore without even knowing who the man is. and if any of them actually learn who he is, then all of soap’s credibility is thrown out the window because there is no way someone like ghost would do half the stupid things soap has claimed he’s done

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THE POWER OF PRICE COMPELS YOU

Does is Johnny?

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Nice cut G 🤪

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Rescued from the cage

Part 1 [x]

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Hello! I just wanted to make a little post about the fic I wrote. If yall like Soap/Ghost, I gotchu.

Little context, it's a short fic about Ghost and Soap in a band! We all know those bands that like to get frisky on stage (*cough* Ghost *cough* Sleep Token), so I did that. This is my first fic, and I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing so yea.

There's a bit of some frisky stuff, but it's mostly just gay fluff and pining idiots.

I based the name of the fic off a song of the same name: Drowned in Emotion by Caskets. I felt like the lyrics were kinda representative of Ghosts feeling, and it felt just right. If you like songs that are more heavy rock/metal, I recommend the song.

If you end up reading it, please let me know if there's anything that could be better or if you have any questions for me :]

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Summary:

"He knew how much Ghost cherished him, loved the way he played and danced across the stage like it was his own living room, loved the way his shaggy Mohawk stuck out in odd directions from the amount of times he'd ruffled it, loved the way  he looked at Ghost like he was a beautiful scene from some sappy rom com he'd occasionally put on (would Johnny ever admit that he'd cry to a few those? Never.), the way his smile seemed to only grow wider and wider as they watched each other. Ghost loved the way he just knew everything.

He loved everything about the man in front of him.

He loved him.

And he knew it."