#John lives au

[beatleskinkmeme]

John lives AU

In his seventies, Paul finds RPF about them. Despite being horrified at first, he gradually starts reading more and more, and learns to understand himself and his relationship with John.

He explains to John and they have sweet old-man sex about it.

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[fandom-hoarder]

This John

And this Sam

...that is all

[kimeoshi]

I love you spy churin, I'd let you play hot wheels on me

[flowersintheram]

John and Paul as little rats finaly living happily in their favorite place in the world

[soaqrudyz]

immortal soap au but ghost is yelling and panicking because “why don’t you ever listen to me?! you could’ve been killed!” and soap just smiles sadly, holds him close, and tells him that he isn’t going anywhere, promise.

“you can’t guarantee that, soap! you can’t promise i won’t lose you!”

“oh love,” and he squeezes him that much tighter for all his troubles, “you’ve no idea.”

and really, he didn’t. he had no clue that soap had seen and loved every version of him throughout history, that they’d laughed and kissed and left their fingerprints on every continent, or that he’d still love him centuries in the future when they did this song and dance for the trillionth first time.

[abejaenacuarela]

"PRINCESS" HARROWHARK AND GIDEON THE UNDEFEATED... This is very fucking niche and I might be the only person that would care about this (so reblogs even more appreciated than usual) but.... Griddlehark (tlt) Malevolent (podcast) AU.............

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dialogue from Malevolent episode 47

•do not repost• shares appreciated • sketch, yellow version and close ups under the cut

Griddlehark malevolent AU,,, in which ¿investigator? harrow gets possessed by kiriona, a piece of an entity (can't decide if said entity is John, the King in yellow [BC of his personality and connection to Gideon], or Alecto, the Queen in yellow [BC she kinda sorta IS an elder god in tlt canon]. In whichever case the creepy yellow eyes just WORK).

only similitude between Harrow and Arthur might be the parent trauma. And the ghost/demon/possession shenanigans (they both get possessed every five minutes it's so... Funny? Sad?? Funny?). And the sword/chest plate/ knight aesthetic (Arthur just got a rapier like an episode ago!!!!)..... And the religion/god/faith issues. But still. I got obsessed with this idea and I had to draw it. You can pry this concept from my cold dead hands... If anyone GETS it please let me know, otherwise I'll just feel like I'm losing my mind......... Okay bye....

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I really like how this one turned out the only problem is I think harrow didn't turn out looking harrow-like. Idk what it is. Something in the vibe idk.

I was using the word search function to see if anybody else had talked about a tlt/malevolent connection and I found this post which called me out greatly. And also this one.

[lemonwrap]

Thinking about robot Ghost who is fascinated by human Soap and thinks he’s just an incredible feat of nature. He never paid much attention to the intricacies of humans until he met Soap.

He loves touching Soap just to feel the warmth of his skin, loves laying his head on Soap’s chest to hear his heart beat, loves making Soap laugh and smile just to marvel at how expressive he is, and loves watching Soap work just so he can admire how he moves. Ghost is simply in awe of how everything he has to artificially emulate comes to Soap so naturally, and he’s drawn to Soap like a moth to a flame.

[bottomspock]

bday gift for @hesbianspock !!!!

the franklins are helping fitzjames get ready for the party

[stylespresleyhearted]

major john egan in the 1960’s stumbles upon one benny cross at a chicago bar and christens him buck like his friend from the war. curt lives and gale dies storyline. btw this is real life footage of how john watches benny play pool 🥹

When a Major strolls into the Stoplight Bar, Benny doesn’t concern himself with it. He expects a fight to break out in less than ten seconds — five, he guesses as he watches Zipco move to approach the large man. To his surprise it only takes fifteen seconds for the man to make Zipco laugh and even stranger, he’s buying him a beer and telling him to sit and enjoy the evening.

Benny gets caught staring, the man locking eyes with him but never one to back down Benny stares for a few more seconds before standing to leave, not bothering to tell anyone. He wasn’t interested in hanging around with any men in uniform.

But to his surprise Major Egan (he later finds out his name) becomes a reoccurring guest. “You look like my old friend Buck.” Are the first words he ever speaks to him, “We served together in ‘43. Air Force.”

Benny has nothing to say so he stays quiet.

“Quiet like him too.”

Deciding he’s had enough, Benny stands to leave. He whips his jacket off the chair, watching as Major Egan sits back with his legs spread no worry or attempts to try to get him to stay and that is something new. Benny’s always being asked to stay. To never leave. To stick around.

“Where is he then?” Benny relents, throwing the guy a bone.

Major Egan preens, smiling down at his lap before looking back up. Benny hates that he looks like he’s won something by getting him to speak to him, sitting there nonchalantly with no worry and holding himself above everyone else.

“Left him back in Germany,” he answers, losing his smile to a grimace as he tosses a shot back.

He wears grief as well as he wears his ridiculous jacket. With his broad shoulders tight and his dark hair slicked back, curling at the nape of his neck. Wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and his mouth — he does smile often.

“He’s better off,” Benny shrugs, dropping that and expecting to walk away and leave behind a guffawed officer, offended and maybe goad him into a fight but to his surprise, Major Egan only hums,

“yeah he is, kid.”

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I am NOT normal about this!!

[robiinurheart33]

Soap likes it when they’re alone.

Don’t get him wrong, it’s fun when 141 are all together, the four of them kicking ass on a mission. But when it’s just two of them on a mission, it just feels.. different. Like he has Ghost all to himself. They work wonderfully together as a duo, which is probably why Price never separates them. Also probably because Gaz is his favourite, that prick. (He misses them.)

They’re currently on a stakeout, and Soap was supposed to be asleep 2 hours ago.

He’s sitting across from Ghost, dressed in his sleepwear which was a sweater and old sleeping shorts he used to wear back in secondary school. Ghost was wearing a large hoodie, some sweatpants and the mandatory balaclava. They were both sitting in front of two windows next to each other, the wooden blinds pushed open and moonlight illuminating them both. The cooling air seeps into the room, and soap breathes in deeply. He glances down towards his journal, a finger stuck between the pages, the other hand twirling the pen around. It’s quiet.

His journal is far from neat, pages sticking out waywardly and the leather ripping off from one side of the cover. Soap resists the urge to pick at it. It’s filled with notes from missions, sketches of his loved ones. Mostly sceneries of places he’s stationed at.

He looks up at Ghost staring out of the window. Soap turns his head back out the window, wondering what Ghost was specifically looking at, what he was thinking at the moment, whether he would scold soap if he said he wanted to slip out to buy some supper because he’s hungry. Soap flips back open his journal, and can feel ghost attuned to his actions, even if he wasn’t currently looking at him. Soap likes him for that. He pays attention. Soap wants to return the favour. He wants to know his ins and outs, wants to pay attention. He’s always been an attention-seeking child, which meant that most adults and classmates would ignore him. Endless nights of young dumb teenage John Mactavish sobbing into his pillow about insecurities, his future and the people around him. The things he used to do for attention, each one more drastic than the last. He can’t count the amount of times his Ma had to bail him out, the amount of stress he caused her, his dear Ma.

He likes the natural attention the army brings him, big brute having the green light to legally kill people for a living. It was liberating for a while, but eventually that too died out. At the not-so ripe age of 30-whatever, Soap learns to savour the portions of attention and praise he’s delivered, especially when he joined 141. Maybe in another universe he would be just a little easier to love, little easier to endure. It’s not something he really dwells on nowadays (lie), but he would have preferred somebody be actually interested, not just for the sake of taming him.

Soap looks back on the half-filled page of his journal, clicking open his ballpoint pen, and starts to sketch Ghost. He’s a pretty good subject, not really needing to focus a lot on anatomy since most of his face is covered anyways. He’s familiar with the strokes. He eventually gets lost in it, thoughts fading away and autopilot coming to take over the wheel, the skktch of pen on paper is repetitive and soothing to his ears. It’s the only sound between them now, the crickets and wind opting to stay out of their safe little bubble.

So when Soap looks back up again and sees Ghost looking back, he physically bristles. They lock into a strange sort of stare-off, Ghost’s eyes upturned slightly in a way Johnny knows that he found it amusing. They look at each other for about a solid ten seconds, enough time for him to memorise his blond eyelashes and his eye shape, clocking in internally on how to draw him even better, tempted to just look down and sketch them as fast as possible, so he wouldn’t forget. Ever.

“…Wha’?” Johnny’s fine with breaking first.

“You’re looking at me.”

“Astute observation, LT. Is it still night time?”

“Wha ‘ave you got for us?”

Soap covers his journal in a sort of bashful kind of way, feeling like a schoolgirl covering her diary.

“Didn’t know you got yourself a little diary.”

Soap tsks. “It’s a journal.”

“Right.” An indignant huff.

“Am’ no lying!” Soap feels heat rush to his cheeks, strangely defensive of his pride in front of his lieutenant.

“Never said you were. Drawin’ me now?” His manc accent was suddenly getting very annoying. Ghost’s eyes skirt down to his hands covering the pages, and suddenly Johnny is very aware of the skin wrapped around the muscles of his hands, down to the bone. He feels the dirt under his fingernails, the ink smudged against his fingertips and palm. He wants to turn his hands in and out, inspecting them himself to see if they’re worthy of being looked at by Ghost. Acutely aware of the sheer pressure, the weight of ghost’s attention on him, his skin gets all prickly and he wants to hide.

Is he doing that on purpose?

“Yer a good subject, never movin like a statue. It’s good for practicing my still life.” Soap’s ring finger twitches, and he knows he’s been given away.

Ghost’s eyes glint in the moonlight. His eyes are almond shaped, bigger than most. His pupils are dilated, dirt brown, like the whisky he likes to choke down. His eyelashes are long, so blonde they’re almost white. they shine so brightly soap wants to reach over and close them, just to calm his poor heart a bit. Soap wants to jab his pen into his eye. Soap knows how many strokes it takes to draw Simon’s eyes.

“…. At least get my good side, Sargent.”

“Full o’ shite, you.” he chuckles, the spell breaking as soap rests his knee up on the table and placing his journal against it. It would be a little harder to sketch ghost now, but it’ll be a cold day in hell if Ghost ever sees what he does with his journal. (Would probably be more inclined to call it a diary, old fuck.) Although, he can’t help but admit that it’s a beautiful night in this particular day. It doesn’t count that Ghost and Soap’s legs are in between each other’s under the table, just short of touching each other. It doesn’t count that Johnny pointedly ignores the way that Ghost is still looking at him from the corner of his eye. It doesn’t count that Simon allows Johnny to draw him out when he would break the neck of anyone even trying to look into his eyes too deeply.

It doesn’t count that here, in their little fake apartment with one bed, sniper gun concealed under the window, two toothbrushes side by side in a cup in the bathroom, that they allow themselves to be Simon and Johnny.

They fall back into comfortable silence, Johnny 2 hours and 30 minutes over his allotted time to sleep.

Ghost’s pov

[beatleskinkmeme]

It's 2020s and John is somehow (still) allowed on Twitter. During Q&A he gets progressively more unhinged and when someone calls him a slur and mocks his "one-sided attraction" to Paul, John explodes. "What do you mean one-sided?! Paul is way more camp than I am!!" Immediately after he starts posting numerous NSFW photos/home videos of Paul in more and more compromising positions over the years that spread like a wildfire and blow up the Internet.

Queue the total PR nightmare unfolding, numerous "they better show this in biopics LMAO" tweets and Paul wishing Billy Shears was real so he could deal with this instead of him.

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[fandom-hoarder]

Bestie!!!!!!! I'm in late seasons John lived or was brought back feels and just

Also this put me back in my John and demon!bela feels

Omg dude, I just had this thought:

What if Huntercorp-ish AU John/demon!Bela. Treasure hunting (supernatural hunting + looting) empire building. Imagine our Sam and Dean finding out AU Bela is a demon. And also kinda their stepmother.

[bluegiragi]

tongue and teeth and heats oh my

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[delicioustarong]

"I had to save them"

Rest in peace, Liam. Your sacrifice will never be forgotten. 😔✊

I finally finished this, YAY! This animatic is a mix of digital and traditional art. I definitely learned a lot of tricks while making this (also, can you notice the slight difference between art styles??).

This animatic singlehandedly explains what happened to JD after his mom sacrificed him. He was definitely ready to accept his faith until he discovered Branch's was with him (which almost gave him a panic attack). It was a good thing that everyone decided to help him, and Liam (a troll around his age, maybe older?) helped him escape.

For more context about my au check this post!

I obviously don't own the audio, only the animatic. "Bruno is Orange" by Hop Along featuring Francis Quinlan, so credits to them. Here's the link

[javieramongotherthings]

I finally got around to drawing love language fanart im so happy!1!1

Ok listen javier has a cat and its boaz and john has like 3 dogs and a snake which he snuck into school once and got suspended for a week

I feel like since they cant talk to each other they’d just share their fav songs together and thats very healing

Thank u @slicedmayonnaise

Also thank u chromakopia bc thats what i listened to while drawing this

[aanthonyvb]

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