#I AM WRITING THIS

[beescrafting]

You aren't my Lieutenant.

Angstful writing idea that I have for Ghost and Roach that ties into what I'm writing and to put Roach in the reboot series just cause I love him SO DAMN MUCH.

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Ghost remembered his rookie days alongside Roach. They joined together around the same time. They hated each other's guts at first but soon became something like brothers, a nice relationship.

Then when he got captured by Roba and Ghost was truly made, Gary was by his side. Gary always was by his side when he lost everything. Except when he lost him. It was a mission... of course, it was a damn mission it wouldn't have been anything else. Gary was close to getting on the exfil before being shot.

Ghost mourned his friend, hell he looked at the damn build-a-bear Gary had gotten him one time to poke fun at him... he held it close before squeezing the palm of it. 'Simon don't be such a sad sap' the voice of Gray...

now Gary was gone...

Years passed and Ghost still felt the guilt, he was apart of the 141 now with Captain Price, Sergeants Kyle 'Gaz' and Johnny 'Soap'... it was getting back to some sense of normalcy if you could call it that.

And then they get a strange power burst while on base, and the alarms of an inturder ring through the building.

Ghost is the first to find him, it's Gary... it's Roach...

Roach doesn't recognize him, pointing a gun at him and looking around confused.

"Who the hell are you?" Roach muttered.

Ghost had never been so happy to have a gun pointed at him. For his friend was back... or some sort of version.

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It was just a mission for Gary alongside his Lieutenant and Captain, invade a building, take down the machine and gather intel. Simple and plain.

So explain to him why he was trapped in the room with the damn machine turned on as his captain and Lieutenant tried to get him out, it was too late they all knew it... but it still hurt to know he was going to die like this.

"Hey Lt, Cap' think i won't be able to get drinks this time" He joked as the bright green light consumed him.

Roach expected pain, a firey sensation... But no... he was in some random dark room... it confused him. As he moved the lights suddenly turned on which freaked him out as he looked for hostiles... their was nothing... then how did the lights turn on?...

Roach quickly moved to radio to his squad, to his captain, to his lieutenant... nothing but static came through...

"Shit... shit" Roach mumbled unsure on what was happening... That when someone strange entered the room, and quickly shouted at him to stop. And what does roach do? What any good cock roach would...

Run.

He rushed past that random guy, a guy with a nice plain t-shirt and a baseball cap with the British flag. It didn't make sense for him to be back in England when the mission took place in fucking france!

He ran, and ran, the lights and alarms started. This place, this base, this compound or lab knew he was here now, he needed to find a way out and to get back to his team.

This place was large and confusing it was nothing like the building he was once in... He turned a corner only to find a door, it was better than anything so he rushed in and closed the door behind him. He heard the steps of men passing by yelling orders trying to find him.

Roach stepped back from the door for a few minutes, playing rock, paper, scissors with himself to calm down and focus. Once he was calm enough, he began to process what had happened. What was he going to do? He didn't know where he was, what had happened, or what he could do... It was just almost too much.

Roach leaned against the wall to this... what the hell was this? He glanced around, it looked to be a debriefing room... alright... he could work with this... just maybe.

He went through looking around for anything he could use, information mostly, it was all stuff about missions and Makarov... of fucking course Makarov...

He scoffed for a moment before hearing the door to the room open. He froze still for a signal moment before turning around raising his gun. Only to be met by one scary god damn mother fucker.

This wall of a person surrounded in black with a skull mask, Gary didn't want to know if it was fake or not, stared at him still just like him. It took all his willpower just to mutter, "Who the hell are you?"

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im not feral for roach content... yes I am feral for roach content I just love him so much.

[minniiaa]

still thinking bout the zosan backstory I wrote in my lawlu story where sanji got blackout drunk and confessed his love to zoro, they slept together and sanji woke up in bed with zoro remembering NOTHING but zoro was like ‘lmao u thought i’d let you go dumbass’ and they’ve been hopelessly in love together ever since

[bachiradio]

haha hey guys... what if i wrote a bachisagi oneshot post s2ep4 where isagi realizes he has feelings for bachira bc he's dreaming about him while waiting to see him after his games...

haha jk jk...

unless????

[scarletsaphire]

Our Death is The Start (Til Death Do Us Part)

It’s rare for two people with similar enough souls to die at the same time. Its even rarer for these two people to come back as ghosts. When that happens, during the fragile time between the living, the dead, and the undead, these souls are bound. Their boundaries would blur, and the two souls, not yet ghosts, would merge into one being with two bodies. They would share thoughts and feelings, and the driving force behind their actions, their Obsession, would be the same. It was rare for this to happen, but not impossible.

Its rarer still for one of these bonded souls to move on, or go somewhere that the other would not, could not follow. The souls were connected in a way that no living being could comprehend. When one decided to move on, to join the brethren sleeping peacefully beneath the earth, the other would follow soon after. The bonded souls were nearly impossible to split, with one always clinging onto the other, no matter what realm they ended up in. But nearly impossible was not impossible.

The rarest was when two souls, similar enough to bond, died at the same time, entering the area between life and death and undeath. Rare for them to bond, and then for one to end up straddling that between so firmly that neither side claimed him, alive and dead at the same time. The other could not follow as quickly. The other could not steady himself so firmly on the edge of life and death. But nothing would stop him from clawing his way towards the balance, towards their bounded one. This was rare, entirely unheard of. After all, it only ever happened once

[magnificenttragedysandwich]

The Rowerverse

I'm thinking about a rowing AU for my farmer Keaton and Elliott and god do I miss my rowing days lmao

I am just insane about the idea of slightly older coxswain Keaton and cocky young upstart Elliott, like they drive each other nuts but they're so into each other, it's just a whole thing.

Like Elliott rows in stroke (so he's the one that sets the pace and whatnot) which means he's right beside where the cox sits, so they're staring at each other the whole time, and I can just imagine them lovingly antagonising each other, and then once they win their race (because of course they will), Elliott sits up at the top of the slide and Keaton just about has to get in his lap to kiss him but they make out until another boat starts shouting at them to get the fuck out of the way.

And then the classic throwing the cox in the (insert body of water) after winning, I'm just imagine after they get out of the water Elliott picks Keaton up to kiss him, and then Keaton is like "why are you carrying me towards the edge of the dock", and Elliott is just like >:3 before tossing him in the water. Keaton emerges hissing and spitting like an enraged cat and immediately launches himself back onto the dock to grab Elliott and drag him in with. They try to drown each other for a second before they just start making out.

Also, I need Keaton to oogle Elliott's bulge in his rowsuit. Because come on. If you've seen a rowsuit, you know what I'm talking about. They leave nothing to the imagination.

[cursed-collective]

Guys I think my funniest headcanon for Ink is that he's fucking TERRIFIED of goats. Man cannot interact with Asgore or Toriel which is why he's always around other Sans' or Papyri.

WAIT BUT HOW CAN A SOULLESS BEING EXPERIENCE SUCH A DEEP FEAR, I hear you cry. Well, dear reader for the sillies :3 I like to think that this fear is so deeply engrained into his being that it's almost primal, even off his paints Ink will do his best to avoid goats in every form.

Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk

[emmanuellececchi]

Well, now it is confirmed : Eowyn and Lothiriel are not impressed by Denethor. nu-uh.

[grandparomeaskblog]

"Sadik..." Dinos said annoyed when he opened the door slightly "... I wasn't expecting you. What do you want?" Sadik smirked to that "Can I come in?" "Sure you demon... hold on" he answered before opening the remaining locks to let the Turk in.

Sadik looked around as he followed "Take a seat... so, who died?" Sadik shook his head "Nobody died... but we do need to talk" "You could have called, saved me from having to see your ugly face, saved you gas too. " "Some things are best said in person" Dinos nodded and reached for his sigarets. Sadik was quick to light one, although he did not smoke himself he always carried a lighter for these occasions. "Will you tell me... today?" The older man sneered. He was getting nervous. He did not like surprise visits and he did not like them from nations in particular. "What ill news brings you today, let me have it before I waste time putting the kettle on. Did your boss send you?" "Oh no,... this is personal" That did not make it any better. "Lucky me" Dinos said sarcastically before dropping silent and into his seat. Sadik cleared his throat. This was harder than he imagined. "Konstantinos, you know that I respect you greatly. I need to ask you something" "I'm listening" "I... want to ask for your permission to date your brother" Dinos took a deep draw and gestured him to beat it "I'm done listening, please leave" Sadik protested "I am very serious about this. I understand if you are mad at me but at least let me speak" Dinos stood up and left for the kitchen the other jumped up and quickly followed. "Are you angry with me?" "Not yet, just annoyed, I still need to learn your true motives" Dinos said emotionless and he put the kettle on.

"My true motives?! I like him. It's crazy I know! I'm strangely attracted to him" "Ofcourse you do" "Not like that, Konstantinos, it's on a personal level. I really like him as a PERSON romantically. I'd like to get to know him better but I don't want to complicate things with you" "So... you want my blessing" "It's vital" "You can shove that up your ass" Dinos said staring out the window. Sadik opened the cupboard casually and took one glass... and then another out and placed them on the counter. Dinos rolled his eyes. "Konstantinos please, we have known eachother for so long. In all those years have I ever made you a promiss I did not keep?" "You have been true to your word." "Have I not helped you?" "Not quite enough" "I see... I am sorry... I tried my best" "Your best wasn't enough" Dinos poured them both tea "I am a little... put off... by your request... First you take my city, then you come after my cat and now you are asking me for my brother?" "I did not take your cat, I gave her some shots that's all. I only wanted what was best for the fat stray... Are we really... still fighting over this?" Dinos slammed his fist on the counter "You did so WITHOUT my permission!" "I did... I am sorry... I was at fault. I should have asked. I can't change the past but I am here asking you now. I know how much you care for him. It would be the greatest honor if you could let me ask him on a date. I believe the feeling is mutual and it would sadden me to cut off our friendship. If you don't think me worthy, you can just say so. I understand, naturally you want what's best for him" "I don't know Sadik... I really have to think about it." "You'll think about it?! Really? That's great!" Sadik said and kissed and hugged the other. "I'm so touched that you'll consider!" "Well I mean it would be the lesser of two evils... In the mean time... you will NOT share your feelings with anyone, anyone at all, hear me? I will personally spoon out your nuts and feed them to the gulls, if you do" "I will make sure to stitch my lips" "very well... two sugar was it?" "Yes!"

[thedetectivesystem]

Mello jerking off to thoughts of his brother and feels post orgasm guilt, shame, and wallows in his own self hatred due to his attraction to his little brother only for Near (his little brother) to come onto him first.

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[helpful-writing-tips]

if you're trying to get into the head of your story's antagonist, try writing an "Am I the Asshole" reddit post from their perspective, explaining their problems and their plans for solving them. Let the voice and logic come through.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[solarsyrup]

for whatever reason tumblr has flagged this post from a deleted blog as explicit so I can't even reblog it anymore which is a shame because it's one of my absolute favorites

[mamaangiwine]

I don't think many people realize how much they've been turned into a bunch of casually cynical jerks.

Someone may come to their parents and say "I want to write a book" and their parents will say "it's really hard to get published".

Someone might confide in their sibling and say "I want to sell my art on "x" platform" and that sibling will say "do you know how many people you'd be competing with? Do you know how many shops are even on that platform?"

I know a kid who once told his best friend "I think I wanna start a dnd podcast" and the friend was like "do you know what the word "oversaturation" means?"

Personally, I don't know why any of that matters? And even if it did, perhaps your response should be "Do it! Do it and see where it goes!"

[lo-fag]

idk man. i just think itd be really cool if sign language classes were mandatory throughout primary school. yeah because it would make communication with deaf kids and autistic/nonverbal kids much easier. and those kids would be accessible to the others so they could make friends and have healthy relationships. yeah. and kids would eat that shit up man. like their own little secret language? they love that.