#<- nasa ala nasa ala nasa ala

[felix-lupin]

I LOVE AND HATE HOW SOUL IS THE ONLY ONE NOT TAKING THIS SERIOUSLY AT ALL

when i was planning it out in my head i was going to say ‘heart looks at soul, looks at the cardboard cutout of whole he brought because he thought everyone should be here for this special occasion,’

because soul just. can’t think of it as real.

souls just like {lol this is so funny} meanwhile heart and mind are like *on the verge of tears* ([haha yeah,, what a funny joke.])

also the line about the cardboard cutout of whole is just. yeah.

for heart and mind this is a painfully real way for them to express their feelings without having to admit them. but for soul it just. isnt real.

[keeperofthehyperfixations]

well that video definitely made me feel like I was sitting in-between my parents as they clean out their closet

[twig-gy]

do you ever hate a fic so much you write 1k in the span of less than 4 hours for it

[epicdogymoment]

mi moku e telo nasa aaaaaaaaaaa

[psychiclounge]

very happy to be so in my own little internet corner that im not actually seeing any of. the Discourse directly but just knowing that people are getting sooo twisted up is making me want to drop they/them entirely and only use he/it. also making me realize some shit about they/them pronouns for myself in general which is like... aside from a few friends, i dont want other people using them for me. i (....generally) know what i mean when i call myself ‘they’ or i give an s/i they/them pronouns and it is 100% guaranteed not what anybody else would be thinking calling me ‘they’ if that. makes sense. You don’t get they/them im putting they/them up on a shelf

[silv-paru]

I read 'Eris' and immediately went 'such a fitting name for something that brings so much chaos' like the mythology nerd I am. And then I read the next paragraph.

Can I ask what the problem is with classifying Pluto as the ninth planet?

Because it’s not. When the scientific community makes an informed decision about the classification of celestial bodies based on new information, you don’t just get to shove your fingers in your ears and ignore it because you don’t like it.

[jan-majeka-yaps]

󱥄󱥩󱤂󱥭󱥶󱦀

"o tawa ala tomo weka kijetesantakalu. kijetesantakalu li weka tan tomo ni la tomo li ken kama nasa li kama ike. sina tawa lon tomo selo li tawa lon nasin selo la ale li pona. taso, sina tawa lon nasin insa ona li tawa lon tomo insa ona la o weka tan tomo ni kepeken tenpo lili. sina ni ala la, nasin weka li weka li tawa. tenpo ni la ijo nasa mute pi ike suli li kama."

[caimitos]

i have 9 days left i am so nervous i am constantly on the verge of jumping out my skin but also all i do is sit around and do my flashcards. and stress.

[twig-gy]

@felix-lupin @echoesofaheart

Must admit that one thing that changed the way I see fandom discourse is realizing that a lot of fandom is just… playing with dolls. We're playing with dolls. Shipping? Playing with dolls. AUs? Dolls. Darkfic? Dolls.

Lotta people very agitated about the other kids playing with dolls wrong.

[felix-lupin]

the thing one must understand about all heartmind positive interactions in cacophony is it’s a game of pretending, of plausible deniability. they are walking a very careful tightrope. mind cannot admit how much he wants it. heart knows exactly how much he wants it but he [believes || knows] if he ever admit any of it everything would fall apart. i think it’s all very careful and very deliberate. if heart is not denying his own wants or the fact this is all going to crumble, he’s letting mind deny his, because if he doesn’t play it just right, mind will immediately leave. mind’s constantly playing contradiction. i don’t actually want this!!! it’s just chance that lead me to sit here, and it’s just that another argument would be counterproductive, that i’m letting heart lean on me. the most important difference between them is heart wanting mind lines up exactly with his nature. he is the love as well as the hate. so he accepts it easy, because it MAKES SENSE. however, with mind, it directly contradicts everything he’s supposed to be, and to resolve the contradiction he must either deny one or the other. and being the mind is literally his name. so he pushes it as far down as he possibly can. and if it comes back he MUST justify it. it’s not that i like the contact, i just don’t want heart to get pushier. i think he knows. i think it’s obvious. it lines up with everything heart is, after all. but it has to be just another thing the heart should not want but does. reciprocating is out of the question. but he doesn’t actually want to turn heart down, even if that would be the most logical option. he says it’s because heart’s so trigger happy it’d be dangerous. that is a lie. he just likes this too much. and heart is willing to play this game with him because he knows mind will never accept, whether it be repression or straight up lack of desire. so he says nothing. but he still wants. so he leans in a bit closer.

augh,, yeah !!!

they are playing a careful game of pretend with each other. Neither of them break this game of pretend however much they might want to.

Mind has to contradict his emotions and logic them all out, pretend to himself that it's just happenstance that these things also let him get closer to Heart. It's just a coincidence, an aside, he's only doing it because it's the easiest/most logical thing to do, because its the only thing that will avoid a fight, or whatever. He ignores his own wants, and that rationalization is part of why they can't go too far with it; because then it wouldn't just be convenience, or happenstance. It would be deliberate and intentional. And they can't do that. That is a step off a cliff and a very long drop and they don't know if they'll be met with pillows or spikes at the bottom

Mind knows that he likes this too much, so he can't indulge because if he does, that opens the door to other indulgences. That opens the door for all of the other temptations and desires and breakdowns to flood in, so he has to hold that door shut tight and not let anything get past it. But even though he holds that dam shut and refuses to let even the tiniest bit of water seep out... he still wants this, so he rationalizes and logics and pretends that he's not indulging

and heart plays along, because he knows the second he gets too close, that Mind will slam that door shut, and he'll be even more careful in the future not to let it open again. hes trying not to boil the frog too fast, or whatever the saying is. but, still, he cant help but lean in a little bit closer, indulge just a little bit more, and hope mind doesn't notice (or, more accurately, call it out), and hope that he doesn't ruin the path of pretend that they walk in doing so. it would be better not to lean in a little closer, probably, for risk of ruining the facade, but... Heart's never been very good at ignoring what he wants, playing along even this much probably already takes a lot.

[twig-gy]

all is nasa all is ala

[epicdogymoment]

a. tenpo pini la, mi moku e telo nasa. taso mi pana ala e lipu pi toki pona. nasa a.

ante a. tenpo ni la, mi pali e lipu pi toki pona. mi la, toki pona li pona mute. mi toki e toki pona la, mi wile sona pona e ijo pi toki mi. pona tawa jan ale.

[toki-pona]

ni li soweli Punpun. ona li wawa suli ala. ona li ken ala wawa. taso ona li wawa sama kiwen a! jan li luka e ona sama soweli ante la, ona li sona ala a a a. jan li luka wawa e ona la, ni li pona tawa ona. jan olin mi li toki musi e ni: soweli Punpun li sama jan ni: pakala li pona unpa tawa ona a a.

soweli Punpun li lon ala poka mi, la mi luka e poki ni kepeken wawa sama:

sina ken sona e toki ni la, mi wile sona e ni: soweli seme li pona tawa sina? akesi en waso en ijo ale sama li lon kin. o toki pona taso.

[psychiclounge]

every time i post something in toki pona im like..................... what if the fact that i don’t actually speak tp with anyone and just write my silly posts in it and talk to myself all the time has led me to some unintelligible usage that nobody but me understands. this could easily be solved by being more active in ma pona or posting in the tag on here or something but also consider: ona li monsuta mute

[rewwwwww]

🐌 ni li seme?

ona li akesi anu pipi anu soweli anu seme?

ken la ni li nasin nasa.. taso.. insa lawa mi la ona li pipi.

mi sona ala e tan.

[madamecaos]

Sun and Rain

Where Ghost x Witch fem!Reader are Soulmates

Tag: Angst, lil gore, trigger S. Assault

He should’ve known this wouldn’t be a normal mission. He should’ve had a clue, recognizing that everything was all wrong from the beginning.

The intel, the secrecy of whom he was hunting had been cloaked, even from his superiors. But alas, a good soldier only follows instructions.

If only his precarious situation wasn’t annoying. Ghost had experienced the world through the missions he’d been sent to. Deserts frying him with scorching heat or skies blinding with white blizzards. And yet, the humid mild heat of the jungle was the most uncomfortable.

Mosquitos were the bane of his existence, since even batting them away, they would still somehow bite him through the mask. The sweat sticking to the back of his neck made him itch. And Soap noticed.

“You a little twitchy there, Lt,” said Soap, eyeing him, gun pointed to the front as he trekked through the shade of tall trees. A sea of trunks surrounded them, too many possibilities of an enemy hiding.

“Mosquitos,” he said, nothing more to explain.

“Even through the mask?” Soup asked, genuinely surprised like an inquisitive kid.

“The things are monsters.”

From the back they heard a slap, and all turned around in sharp alarm, pointing. Only, to reveal Captain John Price grumbling about the ‘bloody beasts.”

“Keep walking straight, less than a meter away.” Laswell instructed through the comms.

“Roger.” Price answered.

Ghost’s neck prickled in anticipation. He wondered how dangerous was the enemy, since they have them walking in the unamed jungle, with unspecified instructions, step by step directions. Odd.

But the trust in his captain was enough to put him in this position. He promised the intel was good. To trust him, or whatever that means.

And the instructions had come loud and clear. Kill the rising druglord in said coordinates, somewhere in Columbia. But no name was given, no information, no concrete intel. The information found of their own investigation and scouting lead to believe the new druglord was pairing with the top dog, Ignacio “El Brujo”. The new addition in the Colombia cartels had the government nervous, but they had no clue why.

Soap’s money is on technology. Gaz bet it was terrorism, pushing drugs not being enough to move Special Forces into Colombia. Serbia was more his pace.

The pink and orange sky glared upon them as they reached a peak in a jagged hill, giving away downhill to a beautiful mansion. Capital was spent on the vast of its structure. It was a wonder how NASA hadn’t just only seen them from the sky. It was huge.

Even with the sun shining, droplets peppered from the sky, some of it gray clouds.

“Would you look at that,” Soap muttered, the expanse of the rest of the property, a blanket of green and plantain crops in the middle of the sea of mountains. They were literally nowhere he recognized, the tropical sight taking his breath away, pink and orange glowing.

“There’s a saying about this,” Gaz pointed to the still sunny raining sky. “Here in Columbia I think, that a witch is getting married.”

“What?”

“That when its raining and still sunny, a witch is getting married.”

Laswell interrupted. “Approach with caution, we need the target in our hands. Keep conversation tight, over.”

Price answered on their behalf.

And to think, this wouldn’t even be more weird. The mansion was empty.

Only when they broke the entrance, there realized it wasn’t necessary to break in. The door was open, no guards at the entrance.

Until they got to the living room and and saw a sea of dead bodies… dead parts of dead people. The body guards or… and their families. He even had to blink away from the image and its carnage. Some blood on the curtains.

“What the fuck,” Soap spoke out of turn, Price giving him a reproach look, as they had already shut them up.

But as he stepped to the sight, getting in front of the two muscle giants, he realized he would’ve said the same. A whole dinner room that had seemed like a regular family gathering, only bloody with someone’s arm without its owner.

“Ok then,” Price braces himself, steps through to limbs and corpses, acting as normal as possible. Their steps left bloody footsteps on the carpet, a red river in one direction.

They scouted every room, even found one in the bathroom, head banged to death in the mirror, as if he had gone insane.

If he were asked, he would’ve confirmed he felt nauseous. Not himself. Yet, he said nothing.

Room after empty room received the Special Task Force, no other soul in sight. Until they got to the master bedroom.

He couldn’t help but notice the bloody cuffs at the corner of each four post of the bed. Dread curled in his stomach, sweat going through his uniform.

“You ok there, Lt?” Soap asked at his paused posture, not registering.

“Intel finds there might be a secret basement.” Laswell says as if they could do something with that. It was secret.

“Any clue whatsoever?”

“Do you hear that,” Gaz said from the left, heading for the bathroom, gun raised. He pushed the door open, and in the middle, a middle aged man had a gun pointed upwards, pressed to his chin.

“Sir?” Price said, placating. “Put the gun down. We only just want to talk.

“I did it.” He sobs, index finger shaking at the trigger. “I did it.”

He repeats, eyes hazed, over and over again.

“I think he’s high.” Gaz commented, standing the closest.

“Grab him”, Price instructed, and Gaz did so with a side kick to the gun. Slipping the weapon away from the suspect.

“On the floor!” As Gaz brought the suspect for questioning into the bedroom, Ghost offers to check the perimeter for said basement.

Soap invites himself to the exploration.

It was more obvious than not, the only door heading a uncared for pair of stairs, leading into darkness.

“Lights on.” Ghost instructs Johnny from the front. Ghost with a head light, and Soap pointing with a flash light. Gun in the other hand

But nothing was amiss, except Ghost was cold as ice. As if he couldn’t help but shake, jaw trembling inside his mask. He fought through the shakes as they headed down and down, until they reached a normal basement. Walls recently painted white, except the floor. The modern decor was severed by the seven star pointed pentagram spray painted red smack in the middle of the center.

“Look down.” Ghost says.

“What the fuck, “ Soap repeats.

“Soap.” Price commands.

“Found the basement. Two doors to the left. A pentagram drawn in the middle of the room.” Ghost informs, heading closer to the infinite back. It seemed to go on and on, the space beneath the whole mansion. Empty like a parking lot.

“Roger that, see what else is there.” Price says nothing else.

As they get closer to the back, the see a set of doors, turning left to the kitchen.

His ears started ringing enough to be annoying, but not enough to hinder him. His heart started to pound, set on heading a certain direction.

It was sudden and electric, like a fast acting energy drink. The need to be somewhere else.

And he followed the trail. Back to the wall, driven, not knowing where’s he’s heading.

Soap followed silently, not understanding Ghost shift in direction.

Another left, another stairs to a lower floor.

“Damn,” Soap the commented. “Stairs to hell.”

At a sound from bellow, they raise their guns higher.

They were at a disadvantage, the lower floor being darker and not knowing what’s expecting them, Ghost throws a flash grenade, being answered with multiple screams.

Girl screams, and some might be children.

“Price, we got a situation.”

“Possible civilians down in another floor. Might be hostages.” Ghost adds.

His rapid heartbeat hadn’t decreased.

A curious pair of eyes, greeted them, scrunching at the flashlights.

“Special Task Force, put your hands up.” Soap intervenes, being the people person.

Everyone sitting on the floor did so, except one at the back. A girl, head lolled back on the lap of a woman, worrying a cold towel to her forehead.

The girl was still, clothes bloody, beaten to a pulp. Barefoot, naked west down.

Ghost thought her dead, until she moved. With trouble, she turned her neck, carrying a heavy head, curious at the sudden silent.

Lazily looked side ways, eyes barely open.

Eyes made contact briefly before the others closed with exhaustion.

But it was enough for Simon to see something drove him here, and that something was you.

Electricity zapped him from the spine, bringing him to his knees. And in a second, he lost consciousness with Soap’s worry echoing in his ears.

A/n: Sorry for any mistakes, here’s a balloon 🎈.