#YOURE ALWAYS DOING THIS JOHN
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Well I like it but it’s not very well written. Also it’s a visual mess. The plot doesnt make any sense and the creators suck and its politics oscillate from mildly problematic to frankly baffling. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone. However. the character
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something happening on a mission, something personal that has soap spiralling; panic and rage making him reckless, thoughtless, and ghost has to draw the line
“you’re compromised johnny; you know what that means?”
“you’re not pulling me out,” soap immediately snarls. he turns on him and ghost barely recognises him; venomous fear turning his eyes to unyielding ice. "you're not sidelining me; i need to be in this-!"
but ghost has never been afraid of venom; spat or dripped straight from bared fangs.
he snakes out a hand grip the back of his neck, jerking him in a rough shake. "if you can't think, you can't be a soldier," he growls and he flinches like he's been struck.
his lips quiver as they twist in a sneer and he wrenches, trying to free himself of his hold.
ghost doesn't let him.
"it means you give your body to me because your head ain't fucking attached to it anymore."
soap stills, body trembling beneath his hand as he sucks in shaking breaths.
he tightens his grip, pulling him closer and digs his forehead hard into his. “it means you give yourself to me so i can have the weapon that you are and use you the way you're meant to be used."
the ice in soap's eyes fractures.
ghost’s voice drops to a whisper, spoken only to johnny, not this facade of vengeance and pain, and wills it to reach him through the glaciers.
“so i can keep you safe ‘til it’s done and i can bring you back.”
#in my head its bc graves abducts his sister and is using her as hostage to draw him out knowing ghost will always follow him#but the intensity and intimacy of saying ‘you cant trust your mind not to betray you so let me be in charge of your body until you can’#after what happened to tommy he could never deny johnny his right to save his sister#but its bc of what happened to tommy that he knows he cant let him do it alone with only his rage to guide him#hes more likely to get himself killed and ghost wont live through that#so he has to balance it#and the only way he knows how is to completely shut down soap’s mind until hes no more than instinct and muscle memory#if he cant think practically then dont let him think at all#reduce him to a place where he can only follow orders#and when its finally over and his sister is safe and graves is dead#only then will he drag johnny back up to the surface#he’ll do it even if it means dragging him kicking and screaming back to humanity#instead of letting him sink in the depths where nothing hurts. theres no fear down there. no pain. only order#and thats the risk ghost took sending johnny to that place but he only did it bc he would stop at nothing to bring him back#and help him through the after#the breakdown. the rush of panic and rage and relief and anguish johnnys been supressing on his order#it was his word that turned johnny into a ghost#and its his touch that brings him back to the man#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team. ghost team#cod#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghost x soap#ghoap#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#john soap mactavish#soap cod#save post
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I'm not the best on drawing someone looking slutty BUT- I was able to draw this...
here op ( @confuseddipshit ) Have whatever this is!
#Hope you like it <3#tumblr ruining the quality as always#op I hope this is up to your expectations \o/#manysart#cod#call of duty#cod mw2#call of duty modern warfare 2#call of duty soap#call of duty gaz#call of duty ghost#john soap mctavish#kyle gaz garrick#simon ghost riley#ghoap#ghost/soap#ghostsoap#soap/ghost#soapghost#I might do a solo drawing with just soap in the croptop but I have an assigment to do now :')#manyrambles
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Why did no one tell me there was a batlantern moment in one of the latest Green Lantern issues??!!? This guy needing to fight his way out with his team mates chose a BAT-grapple to help pull a ring hunter off. That was the first thing that came to mind for this?!
#I always find it funny whenever there’s any reference to Bruce in any green lantern comic#like they have nothing to do with each other at all in their line of work#except maybe the justice league but more often than not the JL green lantern will be Guy or John#so Hal always thinking of Bruce in some way within his line of work is always a delight to see#like you can never stop thinking of your boo huh Hal#Green Lantern#Hal Jordan#DC comics#DC#Batman#Bruce Wayne#batlantern
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Moulin Rouge AU
The story follows Moulin Rouge star performer, Daniel LaRusso, and an American writer, Johnny Lawrence, as they navigate through a tumultuous love affair. Little do they know about John Kreese's plan: set LaRusso up with a wealthy man, Terry Silver, to take revenge on Mr. Miyagi, Daniel's father.
#u guys i have had this since june in my drafts i think it's time to set it free HAHA#i don't even remember how i came up with this. i think i was screaming el tango de roxanne and then this happened lmao#okay i remembered actually. it always pissed me off how Christian was JEALOUS#like bro my dude your girl loves you. she didn't want to do this. and you're JEALOUS#(maybe i interpreted it wrong. i hope i did)#and the same goes for that au where johnny is in tkk3. like he could be jealous of silver at first when he also considered him a good guy#“no wonder daniel is looking at him with those puppy eyes. he's handsome tall and knows karate better than me:(”#but when he found out about silver's true face he would be just angry and try to open daniel's eyes until it's too late.#anyway-#the karate kid#daniel larusso#john kreese#who wasn't supposed to be here but i liked marty in Shootfighter too much not to include lol#terry silver#johnny lawrence#lawrusso#cobra husbands or/and silverusso if u squint
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granby + iskierka + keynes
#em draws stuff#em is posting about temeraire#temeraire#iskierka#john granby#doctor keynes#<- I do not know if keynes ever gets a first name so This Shall Do for tagging purposes for the present moment#speaking of which. my logic here is that granby is always getting whopped upside the head and stabbed and shot and dropped from high places#and therefore I think he should maybe cultivate his relationship with his crew's surgeon. because he is going to Need to.#keynes now. My Friend Keynes. I reallyreally would like to know More About Him and how exactly someone ends up as an aerial corps SURGEON#what is UP with this man I would like to KNOW about him#I would like to write fic even maybe. Hello Sir. Your Backstory?#designwise he ended up looking like patrick gallagher who you may be aware of for his role as awkward davies masterandcommander#which was not entirely intentional but I did end up leaning into it as I went on with the drawing.#he looks a lot like many people's version of tharkay here... I should make an effort for distinguishing them by drawing More Tharkays.#either way. keynes and gong su my favorite tem characters I don't really see anyone drawing. my underappreciated blorbos...#(this is maybe because I'm only on book 3 but) keynes is certainly on page a deal more than certain fellows I could name#anyWay. we are slowly creeping up to drawing BigLarge Iskierka but not all the way there yet. Stay Tuned.
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Complaining abt Suicide Squad yet again but the fact that they have Waller exposing the alien community to space racist attacks and talking abt how she got to her position through deceit and being a terrible person and stuff is just. Ahsfiwueh JUST SAY YOU DONT KNOW WALLER.
Anyways literally the 3rd mission of the Squad ever (and the first framed as smth Waller picked and not orders from above) was the Squad discrediting and stopping a rogue vigilante who was only arresting POC and funneling white people into white supremacy groups (of which he was the most prominent member) in SUICIDE SQUAD #4. and it's explicitly framed as this mission being personal for Waller that she's hiding from the government bc its illegal like. Guys. Please why are we having her incite (space bc comics) racist attacks now
Also the whole "Amanda got her position through deceit and being a terrible person" NO. she KEPT her position through being shitty and playing complicated political games!!! She wasn't always that way like there is a difference and it is IMPORTANT ppl PLEASEEEE. In Secret Origins #14 we learn Amanda's backstory and she used to be a normal, caring person! Like even after she entered into working in government and politics she wasn't automatically morally bankrupt like please people. She was originally given control of the Squad by Reagan (*sigh* 80s comics...) to distract and get rid of her because she was so successful at pushing progressive social policy in Congress. Acting like she's this static pillar of evil is such a waste of her character and so fucking uninteresting and disrespectful to her arc it drives me MAD.
Like I am NOT saying Waller is all sunshine and rainbows, she fucking SUCKS (said w love <3) but like there's a human being there. It's a progression, she has a character arc like please, DC, please!!! They've fucked up Waller so bad and made her so opaque and uninteresting she can't even be the protagonist of her own story for fucks sake!
Like I don't know how many times I have to scream it until DC hears me or remembers but WALLER IS THE MAIN CHARACTER OF SUICIDE SQUAD. ITS HER BOOK. yet right now she's a cutout to be used as the villain wherever the writers please. Even in her book we get none of her perspective really displayed, no exploration of her thoughts with any kind of understanding of the role she traditionally has played and was made to play in the story.
#its like youre unable to root for her in any form. which is annoying bc shes actually awesome actually#also having her say “actually im the good guy fuck you'' w/o any actual deep analysis of her psyche or whatever while doing these things#doesnt count as development or showing shes 3 dimensional. its just having 2 dimensional waller say shes right when everyone is obviously#supposed to believe shes wrong#anyways i want real waller back please i miss herrrrrrrr#anyways hope mr john ridley has read secret origins no 14. i know its from 1987 but please guys please. my only hope#also it was a few months ago but i think they tried to push certain elements of a diff backstory in dream team and sorry but fuck that. and#any mention of another waller background like my eyes are closed sry. im a preboot truther#actually im just ignorant of most squad comics outside the original series. im gonna do a readthrough and become knowledgeable on other#stuff i just need to find time. so if im wrong then sorry if its smth factual and if you disagree with my opinion then uh sorry for ur loss#anyways shoutout to the time i had a nerd night w my one friend and she was asking me abt dc and said my favorite villains and i said waller#and silver swan. and she had a “yuck WHY” to waller and a ???? to silver swan. love shouting out my faves and explaining them to the less#informed. didnt say a number 3 but would probably be parallax ig. idk hes kind of slay. or maybe someone else honestly i like hal but waller#and nessie are blorbo level for me i could think abt them for hours#or maybe it wouldnt be parallax actually idk who my 3 would be. hes definitely up there but way below the other 2. maybe the cheetah#interpretation that i personally have. v different from the popular cheetah interpretation esp rucka vers actually. much closer to the pérez#and esp develops some subtext there surrounding barbara and the exploitation and theft of sacred cultural artifacts and pieces but also#like british colonization a lil bit#but i actually despise the cheetah that lives in my head but think shed be interesting to use narratively and see diana fight#vs the other guys who i find interesting and sympathetic and like for themselves#whereas my fave interpretation of cheetah can rot in hell#i got off topic here#blah#swishy rant#also disclaimer that w the main character ik dreamer is the main character of dream team. im talking more in general and that amanda should#always have a huge role as shes the main character of the squad and yet is treated like its villain and not its protag#sui sq
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Kept thinking about the decline in popularity of Christmas caroling from the 1800s to now and came to the following conclusions:
Would not go caroling in any time period:
Hickey
Gibson
Golding
Wall
Des Voeux
Fairholme
Crispe
Collins (would like to, but is too shy)
Would go caroling in the 1800s but not in a modern AU:
Goodsir
Hartnell Bros
Diggle
Morfin
Weekes
Hoar
Tozer
Dundy
Crozier (coerced into it by Fitzjames)
Jopson (moral support for Crozier)
Would go caroling no matter the time period:
The Franklins
Gore
Magnus
Lane
Fitzjames
MacDonald
Irving
Hodgson
Little (coerced into it by the former two)
(List not meant to be exhaustive. I left out anyone I was undecided on. Additions and edits welcome!)
#possibly my most inane post of all time#The Terror#Starky's original posts#Starky's text posts#I had to call him Magnus even though I used last names for everyone else (except Dundy TooManyNames)#because idk feels weird to call him Manson#That's literally Magnus my best friend Magnus#Some of these are HARD. Like with Blanky and Stanley you'd think probably not. BUT they have kids so...... hmmmmm#And yes I do mean that Fitzjames can get Crozier to go with him in canonverse but not in a modern AU#Partially because it's weirder to do now but mostly because he has to bring out the big guns of like#''Frauncis did you know that when I was DYING IN YOUR ARMS my ONE desire that kept me clinging to life was that someday--''#which he always uses as a last resort to get what he wants and Crozier is so fucking tired of it but it does work every time#and alas he does not have that leverage in a modern AU#made myself cry thinking about Collins being too shy to carol btw. FUCK. LET HIM SINGGGGG#and yes Crispe and Hoar are separated in this as well I'm sorry to say :(#''why'd you stick Lane in the last category that seems so random'' none of you are prepared to hear my Thoughts on John Lane#you are not READY#anyways hodgving + Nedward meetcute: going to cheer up their grumpy neighbor by caroling at his door :'3
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in this light
(a/n): AHHHH HI, HELLO, AND SURPRISE!!!!! me managing to get a piece of writing out during the WEEK?!?!!? during the SCHOOL? WEEK? who am i. i don't know. but here we are. and i promise.....to my annie x brady girlies....PLEASE ENJOY. this has been a long time coming and something i've been carving and building out for months at this point. and i am so incredibly proud to have gotten to this point. so please, truly, enjoy! <333333
Annie Bradshaw was convinced that the greatest emotion a Bradshaw was capable of both withholding and expressing was guilt.
Guilt for a life that would never be lived.
Guilt for leaving the one you had put your roots down on across an ocean.
Guilt for the people who would never see that same person they saw shutting the door that day she had left.
The guilt she felt now, her family's letter curled into a ball in her pocket as she stared up at the moon shining through the sliver of window glass at the top of the bunkhouse doors.
Guilt made her feel that she had left her family behind for the sheer fact that she thought she could do something better in this world than harvest crops and take care of the chickens and the eggs they laid.
Guilt made her feel that flying in a plane that no longer had its original commanding pilot was something that was nearly scornful - something to regret.
Guilt made her feel that everything that had led up to now was her fault - the reason they were all trapped here, stuck here, frozen in time - even if it weren't.
To feel too much hurt.
"Psst." Annie craned her head over her shoulder and found a darkened figured approaching out of the darkness of the dimly lit hallway of the bunkhouse, "That you, Annie?"
Leave it to John Brady to find her in the midst of the night, even if it meant crawling out of the warmth of his bunk to try and seek her out. There was nothing more in this world that was beyond the presence of John Brady in her life. Despite the lives they now lived day to day in this camp, he had made it infinitely more tolerable in every way imaginable.
"It's me." Annie said quietly, watching the moonlight slowly pour upon his face and his beautiful eyes that settled onto her once he had stepped into the brighter light.
The smile on his face was enough for her to offer a small one back and it was only a matter of a second before he was evaluating her there. He always seemed to know right from wrong and in that instance, that something was bothering her.
"You okay?" he asked her, stepping forward and almost instantaneously wrapping an arm around her shoulder, "You looked….distracted earlier. I hope you don't mind that I followed you out here." Annie smiled slightly and bashfully glanced up at him, his warm arm around her shoulders hugging her into his comfortable side, stabilizing her there against his large form, his hand slowly rubbing up and down the length of her arm.
A person in her life had never been so stable, so firm, so present - so willing to be there even if the worst of circumstances.
Even with where they were now.
John Brady had been the ever-present person he was - the constant.
"Not if it's you." Annie said quietly with a nod and she watched his smile grow fonder, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a soft way that would be indescribable by morning.
In the moment, she could see it all now, but when she would wake, she'd be watching him from across the room, fighting to remember the feel of his arm around her, his eyes on her. It wasn't until moments where they were side by side did she truly let her heart feel the way it did about him - he let her lead, he let her stand on her own, be the command pilot she was and still is.
But he would hold her in the middle of the night, kissing her forehead, letting her nestle away into the crook of the warmth of his neck, praying to disappear into the presence that was himself.
He'd whisper the sweetest remarks, the softest words that made her smile and laugh. He was more than just a friend, but in anyway possible, she didn't know how to get past that feeling - of knowing there was more, but that death was always a willing option to follow. Annie wanted to protect every bit there was of the John Brady that was stood beside her right now in anyway she could.
Whenever she loved too much, she always fell to that - how could she protect a person so lovely from who she really was?
How could she protect them from the world?
But Annie knew it was fruitless. The world would march on around them, she'd peel back her layers and show who she was - and the world would still spin. How would she make it stop for those few seconds to truly show who she was to him? What he meant to her?
"I see your back at it with the moon, huh?" he asked her quietly, his grip around her shoulders tightening a bit and she leaned into his side more, cheek pressed up against the colder, outer exterior of his coat, molding herself into the side of him. Her eyes drew themselves to the moon again.
"Yeah." she said quietly, "First clear night in weeks. Figured I would go applaud the sky for that one." Brady managed a small chuckle and she could sense that he was glancing down at her again.
"You doing okay?" he asked. She took a moment to collect herself before pulling her head from his side and looking upwards at him warily.
"Fine…for the most part." she said with a convincing nod, offering him a smile again as she looked at him.
"How about yourself?" she asked, reaching forward to brush his longer strands of loose hair from his forehead and out of his eyes, "You look tired." And she knew it. She could see the exhaustion displayed on his face that he was hurriedly trying to cover up with those smiles and tender looks.
John Brady was someone that knew her far too well - and who she knew far too well, too. His presence didn't go unnoticed, his fight, his want to stay alive just like the rest of them. But that wearing on him stayed just as ever-present as anything else in this life.
"Nah," Brady said softly, as she continued to softly run her fingers back through hair, "not too tired. I think I'll always be tired."
"John…." Annie said quietly watching as he quirked out a smile at her, "I'm serious."
"Even if I'm tired, I wanted to make sure you were alright," Brady said quietly, before smirking, "especially if it means it's just you and me right now." Annie looked up at him, her cheeks warming the slightest bit. The whisper of his voice tickling her ears and her skin, that soft look in his eyes enough to make her knees shakes.
"Well, you got me." Annie said, rather boldly looking up at him, attempting to maintain what composure was left in her as he watched her. If there was anything, she'd never feel guilty about the way John Brady looked at her and treated her. She felt like the only person in the room sometimes when she'd catch his gaze.
"That I do." Annie's cheek heated more.
"Can I ask you something?" she asked him quietly, her hand stopping in his hair a bit, her eyes wandering towards his, her free hand itching to grab his own.
"Ask away, Bradshaw." he said, tilting his head to the side, those stubborn strands of hair hanging in his eyes again, to which Annie reached forward to brush back again.
"If I'm mistaken, one night, you….Mr. John Brady, whispered something that's been in my mind for a bit too long." she said quietly, watching as his smirk grew, the moonlight making his face and eyes glow even in the darkness. Her palms grew sweaty as she retreated her hands and crossed her arms in front of her, the large presence of Brady in front of her seeming to swallow her whole.
"What was that?" he asked her, voice lower this time as his eyes roamed her face, before settling on her lips - this time, lingering longer than was needed - before traveling back up to her eyes.
"Well," Annie said clearing her throat, fighting the smile on her face, "if you could focus your gaze on my eyes, maybe I'd tell you, okay?"
"Yes, ma'am." Annie was damn-near sure every emotion was about to burst at the moment, but she managed to hold it together in front of him - how she even did that was a miracle in it of itself. Annie took a step closer, looking up towards him, her eyes staring deeply up into his and smiled slightly.
"Someone wanted me back at Thorpe Abbotts, in nothing but his A2 jacket. All by ourselves." she whispered quietly. And watching the recognition in his eyes had to be her favorite part of standing there, inches from his face, the tiny realization clicking across his face until the tops of his own cheeks were dusted red.
"Didn't know you felt that way about me, John Brady." she said quietly, watching him swallow nervously - seeing him suddenly almost out-of-place made her heart wobble. There it was again - that want to shield him from the world, protect him, keep him at the peace in which they'd manage to maintain in a place like this.
God, what was he doing to her?
"Didn't think you'd hear that." he managed out, but she could tell he was just trying to get words out of his mouth. She'd managed to stun him it seemed in anyway that was possible to stun John Brady. And in this light, where it was just the two of them, inches from each other, where it almost felt like they were the most vulnerable that they'd been, she managed a small smile.
"I'm only teasing you." Annie managed out, her nerves getting the best of her as she watched his face continue to flush crimson - even if the moonlit darkness, her own cheeks were nearly hot to the touch and his presence there across those inches between them was enough to warm her entire body up.
"I thought you'd been asleep. When I'd said that." he managed out again and Annie couldn't help but nervously look away from his gaze and towards his lips there in front of her before trailing her eyes upwards again.
"Oh." she said quietly, unsure of what words to conjure up next that would make sense. He thought she was asleep - but he'd still said it. He'd still said those words and she'd been thinking about it ever since.
"Did you mean it?" she asked him, holding her gaze on his. How she hadn't turned away yet, she'd never know.
"Every word of it." Brady said, his voice filled with nerves, but equally confident that he'd meant it. That'd he meant every word he'd ever said to her since he'd helped her up into the back of Bucky Egan's jeep.
For a moment, as his words rang in her ears, she stood there staring up at him.
Every word of it. Every word of it. Every word of it.
She would never feel guilty about what she did next.
Slowly, she reached forward, placing her hands on his broad, built shoulders, before letting them travel up his neck towards his cheek bones, which felt like they were practically on fire. God what was she even doing?
She let herself step forward, right up against his body, tilting her head upwards as Brady slowly looked down towards her, those inches between them suffocating as she stared into his persistent gaze. He seemed frozen there in front of her - almost like he couldn't believe what was happening, though neither could she.
"Annie…." Brady whispered, his voice tight, like it was caught in his throat, fighting for a way out. She watched him, looking up through he lashes towards his beautiful face that had never looked more safe, warm and protected right where they were. He had never looked more like himself than in this moment.
"You can touch me." she whispered - the boldness was more than a surprise to her it felt, from both of them, as he reached forward, wrapping his arms rightly around her waist, underneath her jacket, large hands splayed across her back as they each seemed to breathe in shaky breaths of air, mixed between them.
His eyes had never been more locked onto hers as she slowly moved her left hand from his cheek up into his hair, watching as his eyes flickered and he swallowed, maintaining what composure the two of them had left.
The stillness around them almost made her retreat all the sudden - them, the two of them - stood in the hallway of the bunkhouse in the middle of the night, the strobes of the moon shining right into the bunkhouse as best as they could, onto the two of them, wrapped in each other's arms.
But the second she came to focus on his eyes again, those eyes, she was gone.
And for a moment, her eyes fluttered close and she envisioned the touch of his hands on her back, what it meant to just be held so close to him, after everything he'd done for her and with her. Holding onto her like his life depended on it. Her hand up into his hair, her other on his cheek - enough for when a small noise escaped his lips, did she shut her eyes fully for a moment.
Life had always been about Annie Bradshaw getting close to everything she had wanted, but having it ripped away from her in a matter of seconds.
Right before all the good things would happen.
Right before things would finally change.
Everything was always gone in seconds, even if it had taken years to get where she had gotten.
But now?
Stood with John Brady inches from her face, she had everything she had ever wanted. Right. Here. Right in front of her.
"John-"
Before she could even finish his name, her entire body became pressed to the front of himself and his lips had pressed right onto her own, a small gasp at the back of her throat dying at his touch. And soon his hands were exploring the length of her back, her own touch feeling its way up into his hair, the small groans from his lips making her a little crazy on the inside. Everything about John Brady made her feel a little crazy though - how he looked at her, treated her, talked about her….touched her. With intent and purpose and meaning.
Everything meant something when it came to the two of them.
Even when they had only thought it to be nothing more than friendship. It had always meant something more. They stumbled a bit of feet and toes as her back pressed against the wooden wall beside the door, his kisses intoxicating and dizzying in more ways than one.
And John Brady?
He knew how to kiss.
For all his mannerisms and politeness and gentlemanly way of affairs - she had never been kissed like the way John Brady kissed. His hands had made their way to her neck, the large palms pressed against the hot skin of her cheeks, fingers dancing towards her jawline and hair, his lips persistent and deepening.
There was something natural about being pressed up against the wall, John Brady kissing her, her mind spinning in circles as his tongue pressed against her bottom lip.
And before she knew it, they pulled away for a brief moment, gasping for short bits of air between them - along with the sudden realization that she was sweating all over.
Annie met Brady's gaze and found him already watching her, with one of the most dazed looks she'd ever seen on the man. She didn't have words for what it meant to be standing there like this in front of him, watching his gaze linger on hers longer and longer. There were no words to describe this feeling - she could only let herself feel what feeling this actually was. Love.
"I should've asked to kiss you, but I couldn't-"
"John." Annie whispered quietly, cutting him off as she inhaled a deep breath, "You didn't have to ask." He watched her and slowly nodded. Then he smiled.
"I mean every word I said," he whispered with a small grin, "so…..may I kiss you? Again?" Annie looked up at him, grinning like he was almost innocent and let out a small laugh, her cheeks warm, his own cheeks red, their eyes glowing, bodies inches from one another there in the darkness.
"Please do." Annie whispered, and the small laugh that left Brady's lips, that smirk on his face, made her lose her mind as he pressed his lips deeply and slowly, enough to make her eyes shut.
Brady moaning into her mouth did something to her insides as she pressed herself closer to his body, her hands traveling into that lush hair of his that her fingertips had been begging to touch for days by this point after that look across the bunk room, that longing look, the way his eyes had turned nearly insane as he had watched her, the urge to reach out and have him slam her against the wall previously overwhelming.
But now, they were here and he was kissing her, and she was kissing back with just as much urgency, the two of them falling apart in each other's embraces.
For a brief moment, they separated, their lips still inches from one another as they took in soft breaths of air, eyes shut, simply holding onto one another in the silence of the night.
Annie had almost expected to feel crazed. She had expected to feel suddenly all over the place and overwhelmed and unsure of what to do next. But with Brady, she felt the farthest from that. She'd never felt more calm and safe and protected and content than in this moment of time. With him.
Then, she heard Brady let out a small chuckle, before gently pressing his lips to hers before pulling back again. This time, she did open her eyes and look upwards towards him. She smiled. He was smiling that gorgeous grin.
"What?" Annie whispered.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." Brady said quietly. Annie watched him with a quiet gaze - his words seemed to strike her somewhere deep inside her heart. To hear those words. He'd waited.
Any memory that she had seemed to share with him before this moment flashed through her mind.
She remembered all those early mornings sharing coffee with the rising sun, the soft breeze, the shared quiet gazes. Those dances at the flying club, the times he'd offer his hand and spin her on the floor and then they'd go back to those quiet glances and small smiles. All those times he'd come to find her and check on her, all those moments before missions, when death could undoubtedly become imminent. Who'd made her feel both comfortable and confident and more herself than she'd ever been. And she'd never had another person who could do such a thing to her.
Annie slowly reached forward and without any second thought, wrapped her arms around the center of his form, hands clawing up the back underneath his jacket as she snuggled her head against his chest.
All her life, all she had wanted was to be able to let her guard down around someone else without being judged, torn apart, or told off for it. Someone who wouldn't let her get lost in the darkness, who would willingly hold out their hand towards her and take it head-on with her. Someone like John Brady.
Slowly, Brady wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her head there in the silent darkness before resting his cheek atop her head. And she could sense him smiling there, just the slightest shift in his grin.
"I've waited a while, too." she whispered softly and he let out a quiet laugh to which she couldn't help but grin. Brady chuckled quietly again.
"How about you stay the night?" he whispered quietly. Annie pulled back, looking up at him with her arms still wrapped around his center and smirked.
"Almost like we're not in the middle of a P.O.W. camp." she said and watched as he smirked at her words and shook his head.
"I just want to know you're right there next to me when I go to sleep," he whispered quietly and his eyes grew serious as he watched her, "especially here." Annie managed a tender smile and reached up onto her tip-toes to kiss his lips softly.
"You got me." she whispered against his lips, before grinning and fluttering her eyes close, 'No funny business though." Brady laughed.
"No funny business?" Brady asked her quietly, his hand sliding up under her sweater to her warm skin, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know what I mean." Annie said quietly.
"Do I?" he whispered back and her cheeks warmed. Did she? Annie met his gaze again and watched his eyes trail across her face. Pressing forward, she put her lips to his ear and grinned.
"How about you stay the night in mine?" she whispered, before unlatching from his warmth and turning away down the creaky, dimly lit hallway. Glancing over her shoulder, she found him watching her from the moonlight, that wide grin on his face. She smirked as she disappeared into the bunk room - she was sure she could see that smile in every universe and know, more than anything - that it was him. She'd never feel guilty for loving someone like him despite the world and the war.
She'd do it all again to see that smile - to see him.
#DISTANT SOBBING FROM ABSOLUTELY EVERYWHERE#no bc annie expecting to just always feel chaos and doing this and she feels CALM. HAPPY. CONTENT. SAFE. PROTECTED?!?!?!?! LIKEEEEE#THAT is my favorite thing ever#being and feeling simply safe and calm with your person#not feeling all over the place and crazed#just feeling like yourself but also at this calm/content moment#like i am absolutely SOBBING#i CANTTTT#annie x brady you will always be famous !!!!!!#forever and always loving annie x brady :'))))#something about them just being so cozy and comfy with each other i CANTTTTT!!!!#ANYWAYYYYY#annie x brady#annie bradshaw#silver bullets#mota writings#the SB girlies#john brady x oc#masters of the air#masters of the air fic
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#who are queue? what do queue want?#for once it’s not an incorrect quote#babylon 5#b5#b5 meme#john sheridan#delenn#ONLY ONE HUMAN CAPTAIN HAS EVER SURVIVED BATTLE WITH A MINBARI FLEET.#HE IS BEHIND ME.#YOU ARE IN FRONT OF ME.#IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIVES… BE SOMEWHERE ELSE.#no boom today. boom tomorrow. there is always a boom tomorrow.#but not today because no matter how stupid Earthforce is (very) they still aren’t gonna take on a pissed Delenn (yet)
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my favourite animal is me when I start to recite word by word the entire Battersea Power Station exchange from beginning to end and Sherlock’s best man speech from “the point I’m trying to make” all the way to “and we have a lifetime ahead to prove that” at three am because I couldn’t sleep
#that just sort of. happened.#I could recite john’s gravestone speech and “when you were dead I went to your grave” to “I heard you” as well but they’re both too painful#and I could recite all of them in the exact same speed and tone as in the show#it’s very soothing. I recommend.#sometimes sherlock’s best man speech becomes unbearable as well but the battersea power station exchange is always so fun to do#bbc sherlock#sherlock s2#a scandal in belgravia#asib#sherlock s3#the sign of three#tsot#sherlock holmes#john watson#johnlock#i am johnlocked#my bs#buckingham-ashtray
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fainting goat hybrid!ghost whose father and brother loved to scare him and make him faint; exploiting a weakness he didn’t understand and didn’t know how to stop. they took sadistic pleasure in watching his body lock up and fall to the ground with no hope of catching himself until he ended up with more bruises and scrapes from falling than from being beaten
that helplessness chafed at him and he forced himself through the drawbacks of his biology to secure a place in the military, even with the prejudice against prey animals. just for him to take a mission in mexico and find himself enduring the “hospitality” of roba who thinks his involuntary paralysis is a great deal of fun; especially when he learns he’s conscious the whole time
what haunts ghost most is his waking autopsy
not the pain of the incisions, not the trauma of watching roba reach into his body and play with his insides, but the knowledge that he couldn't get away because his own body betrayed him. he wasn't put under, no drugs coursed through his system. he didn’t have restraints fitted on him to lock him to the operating table. it wasn’t necessary
roba just had to make him faint first
after digging himself out of his grave, ghost puts himself on a dangerous cocktail of muscle relaxers and other medications; hormones that block hybrid instincts, vasodilators to increase blood flow and stop his muscles locking up, anti-anxiety meds to cut off his surprise response at the root. he puts his body through the wringer to the point that medical is constantly worried for his health and shocked that he isn't regularly OD’ing
but he will never let his body betray him again
#what up i saw a video about fainting goats and was like ‘i can blorboify that’#ive never seen this specific hybrid type before and got so giddy with the idea that i might be presenting something new before the courts#the rest of his family werent hybrids but his father blamed his mother for letting him become one#saying she must have a recessive gene that ‘poisoned’ his offspring#(but hes the one that has an incomplete family medical history wink wink nudge nudge your fault cunt)#i go back and forth between soap being a predator hybrid but still submitting to ghost no matter how repressed he is#or another prey hybrid who is the furthest thing from ashamed about his instincts and needs#but either way he can smell the almost sickly scent coming off ghost in waves to the point that he cant help scratching at his nose#he hates it. hates the way it covers up his natural scent but he doesnt know what to do#hes always taken pride in his identity#but ghost? hes mutilitating himself from the inside and he doesnt know how to help him stop#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team. ghost team#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#ghoap#ghostsoap#soapghost#hybrid au#cod fic#john soap mactavish#soap cod#save post
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The Allerdyce siblings:
Arlo — b. 1978
Zara — b. 1980
St. John ("John") — b. 1983
Ryland — b. 1985
They were born in Australia; the family moved to the U.S. when Ryland was 3. The family is upper-middle-class, their parents are distant and not very good when they do acknowledge their kids.
When John was 13, his mutation developed. His parents were horrified, so he decided to run away. Ryland found out, and insisted that he let her come with him (because he was her favorite sibling), so he set the house on fire one day while the others were out to fake their deaths. This horrible incident caused Arlo to start drinking a bit excessively, feeling like he failed in protecting his baby siblings, and caused Zara to start having hallucinations — mainly of John and Ryland.
During the time-frame of X-Men: The Last Stand, Zara believes she sees John at some rally (or something), so she tells Arlo, who believes it was one of her hallucinations, but she is convinced he was real. This leads them on a goose chase, and they eventually end up at Xavier's, where they find out that Ryland is alive and well. Then John comes back after Alcatraz, the family reunites, their parents have learned the errors of their ways...
I'm healing this family! 🫶🏽
#Angourie Rice is actually Australian! LET'S GO! 🙌🏽#john allerdyce#pyro xmen#x men#xmen#x men oc#xmen oc#marvel oc#marvel original character#marvel#skeet ulrich#liv tyler#aaron stanford#angourie rice#destroy my mental health because i fucking hate myself ☆ arlo allerdyce.#i'll never be your dream girl �� zara allerdyce.#i'll do this my way; i gotta be on my own ☆ ryland allerdyce.#i'll be a thorn in your side for always ♡ allerdyce siblings.#verse: marvel#⌨ commentary.#character info.#txt.
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so many people can’t conceptualise emotional neglect as anything other than ‘my parents were cold and distant and never talked about feelings with me’, and this, while being just a general awful problem of course, is also what leads to so much john winchester mischaracterisation. in this essay i will
#like. it can also be#a parent who you’re close to who is actually extremely emotional and explosive and reactive#and via forcing you to look after their emotional needs and spilling their problems all over you also teaches you that your feelings qrs re#unimportant and that you’re unimportant. even if they dont necessarily mean to or they dont with their words!#anyway i’m sure john winchester was a mix of the two#but my point is like. God this applies to so much actually#there’s this incredibly pervasive idea that damaging parenting has to be like. i dunno. distant somehow#your parents don’t love you. you’re not close to your parents#and obviously that IS damaging but it’s not the only way a parental relationship can be damaging… far from it#and a lot of what makes john so interesting to me is he DOES love the boys. of course he does#and he isn’t some hyper repressed incredibly macho figure either like some people characterise him#he’s warm with the boys when we see him in s1. sure he turns all his emotions into anger but it’s always very clear he Has deep emotions.#everything he does is powered by ‘love’#(theoretically).#like. hes obviously close with dean. he even has strong ideals about parenting when he starts off (see 70s era john disgusted at how future#john actually raised them lol).#and he’s still extremely abusive and neglectful and damages sam and dean soooo much. like. all that can coexist#and it’s such a disservice to flatten his character and pretend it doesn’t#plus it just offends me. like come on.#idk i guess a lot of people like to project their own bad experiences onto john and it’s not like i’m saying they shouldn’t do that#but. characterisation wise#he’s awful in a very specific way#spn#john winchester#oliver talks
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Always on Your Six - Chapter 3/7: The Meddler
Due to traffic, the drive up to his mam's house outside Glasgow took longer than Soap hoped, but even with the bitterness of the last six months still lingering on his tongue, anticipation washed over him as he drove up the narrow lane to his childhood home. The dusky evening light made the warm glow from the windows all the more welcoming, and a spark of genuine relief lit up his chest.
Here, he was loved. Here, he could wallow and grieve and then at least try to move on.
He frowned, however, when the expectations of a warm welcome went unanswered. Usually by now his mam would sense him coming and meet him at the doorway, completing the iconic homecoming scene like something out of a movie. This time, however, the front door remained firmly shut.
Soap glanced at his mam's car sitting in the carport as usual. Perhaps she'd gone out for a walk?
His gut clenched in sudden foreboding.
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Read the rest on AO3:
Or start at the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58075078
#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghoap#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#Call of Duty#COD MW reboot#always on your six#crack treated seriously#(one of) the big reveal(s) is here!!#who has been doing this to Soap and WHY!#OG Starlight
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Femininity isn't even one percent as degrading as the men who police other men's perceived amount of femininity with micro-levels of scrutiny
#politics#feminism#shoutout to caleb hearon's twitter post about aging for inspiring how i wrote this#as a not-especially-feminine man it amazes me what other men do to avoid the dehumanization that becomes them...#...when they are perceived not just as 'too feminine' but as a specifically 'feminine man'#absolutely there are some people who AREN'T men who also play into this arm of patriarchy...#...the arm of patriarchy specifically being that femininity and womanhood dehumanize you...#...and i'm not saying this only happens between men. but it's not cut and dry y'know?#anyway. yeah. i notice this as a man sometimes and it's always framed as 'women want HYPERMASCULINITY >:('...#...when... most women do not care and they just want you to see them as your inherent equal AND as human people...#...many people do like men's femininity but insofar as that man is HONEST and EARNEST about it...#...so it's not 'women want to forcefem men :(' but 'women want you to be fucking real about who you are and not couch it'#i'm not even feminine really but some of y'all. do NOT see feminine people as equal human beings and that's. concerning actually.#this isn't really about the john cena post because i've been thinking about posting this for a literal MONTH lol
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