#he don't know nothin

[starry-bi-sky]

danny and officer martinez's relationship in "late at night, when the nightingale sings" in a nutshell:

Martinez: FREAK! GET YOUR FUCKING KID!

Battinson, on the other side of the crime scene: he don't bite

Martinez, with Nightingale firmly attached his arm, visibly biting him: YES HE DO!

*points at them* Danny is the Bugs Bunny to Martinez's Elmer Fudd.

Another Officer: i can't believe you're fighting with an actual twelve year old. Martinez: i swear to god that is not a twelve year old, that is a little hellion that crawled out of batman's shadow one dark and stormy night and decided to dedicate his existence to tormenting me. Officer: Are you really that mad about him putting a sticky note on your back-- Martinez: thats not the point

in danny's defense: the word "freak" is. a mini beserker button for him for.... obvious ghostly reasons, so like, even if its not directed at him, he still very much unappreciates Martinez's insults at Battinson. Danny may or may not be projecting.

he's not going to hurt the guy! not in any serious or permanently disfiguring way at least! But he is going to leave mean sticky notes on the square part of his spine that he can't reach, and stick salt in his 3AM Late Night Crime Scene Coffee, and kick the bottom of his heel while he's walking so he stumbles. And other petty, infuriating things that tally up and boil over, over time.

[columboscreens]

[buckevantommy]

tommy being attentive af when buck gets in factoid mode is soooo special to me. adhd boy is excited to learn! but also to share what he's learned - and with the people he cares about or is getting to know, it's a way of letting himself be known and to (hopefully) connect with them in a fun way; it's like a test, seeing who not only acknowledges buck's fun facts but responds to them and moreover engages in conversation about them. buck deserves a partner who's interested in what he has to say (even if they're not as enthralled by the fun facts themselves they're still actively listening to buck ramble bc they want to know him and spend time with him but they also find it endearing af). tommy pays attention, he engages, he's interested, he's so fond of the way buck's mind works and smitten with the way he lights up when he's sharing and responding to being heard. with tommy, buck feels seen and he feels like he can just be his earnest self - fun facts included - and his company will be enough.

[alteregozowie]

"What is a milf?" He never knows what everyone is talking about.

[hershelwidget]

wait hang on

HANG ON

DO YOU SEE MY VISION

[bloodebayou]

small tweak to lola's hypnosis abilities, plus some more explanation of his ability to communicate with and control animals:

he is skilled at hypnosis to the point that he can hypnotize most other vampires and supernatural beings, but in some cases it might be more akin to persuasion rather than full-on hypnosis, if he can do it at all. he's able to fully alter the perceived reality of others, effectively creating illusions that appear and feel tangible. the effects can last for any amount of time, whether he remains present or not, and can even be permanent. (if you want your muse to be less susceptible or even completely immune, that's fine, even if they're human. he usually only uses this in hostile/threatening situations, but sometimes he does it to be a dick or because someone is annoying him.)

his ability to communicate with animals doesn't involve hearing any sort of human language from them. it's more that he can sense their feelings, wants, and intentions, and he can communicate his own back to them. all of this is done psychically, meaning there's no need for verbalization, though he does speak to them aloud a lot of the time. he compels them the same way.

[ladyrijus]

Okay, admittedly it has been a while since I played the game, but did Skyward Sword ever elaborate on how Ghirahim knew Zelda was Hylia's mortal form?

I get that the likely answer is his mystical demon lord/sword spirit abilities.

Another possibility (mostly headcanon than actual canon) could be that he originally was supposed to act as a counterpart to Fi, a dual blade meant to be used by Hylia, so he can sense the goddess's presence.

... But it would be infinitely funnier if he knocked Zelda off her loftwing specifically because he saw her participate in the Wing Ceremony as the actress for Hylia and went "YEAH THAT'S HER." without any actual tangible cues for her divinity.

That would mean, in any other universe where the girl who played Hylia was different, he would have been wrong.

Just imagine. It could have been Orielle. She specifically made it known that she wanted to participate in the ceremony as Hylia. Or Karane, she was in the Knight Academy and could have done it for sake of tradition. Or Peatrice. Because... it's Peatrice, come on.

[seithr]

Randomly remembered the half-reason i call my oc-verse by the name it has while laying in bed. One-half of the reason i still knew, but I had forgotten what had truly, really cemented it jointly until now

(it was a song from my favourite band I haven't listened to in a while.)

(the song fit so well at the time, still does, that i needed to hold onto it for the main protagonists forever, by partially naming their story in reference.)

Does this explanation make any sense? Does anyone know why I'm tearing up remembering this. Aahh

[featheredomen]

and here we have me reaching rock bottom. finally acknowledging that I am an adult who is too anxious and agoraphobic to support myself and now I have to move back with my parents because I am terrible at being a functioning human. hilariously, I am ending my twenties the exact same way I started them. broke, jobless, living with my parents, and too anxious to function.

[majorxmaggiexboy]

The Terror + Mariner’s Revenge Song au i am a goddamn genius

[imwritesometimes]

hear me out - tin man (america - 1974) & try and love again (the eagles - 1976) are marchly tunes

[rripd]

TAG DUMP. PLEASE DISREGARD.

૪ OUT OF COWBOYS. ― OOC. ૪ SHUT THE FUCK UP & PAY ATTENTION. ― PSA. ૪ CHOOSE YOUR NEXT WORDS CAREFULLY. ― PROMPTS. ૪ YOU WEAR THE BRAND. YOUR ONE OF US. ― P. ૪ AIN'T NOTHIN WORTH SINGIN ABOUT. ― SP. ૪ QUESTIONS TO THE MUN. ― OOC ANSWERED. ૪ GOT SOME JOBS THAT NEED FILLED. ― CALLS. ૪ TALL DARK & HANDSOME. ― APPEARANCE. ૪ HE'S EXACTLY WHAT OUR FATHER MADE HIM. ― MUSING. ૪ YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT ME. ― HEADCANONS. ૪ YOU GOT A DARK TRAGIC WAY ABOUT YOU. ― AESTHETIC. ૪ BURN THE BREEZE. ― ANSWERED. ૪ HANG-FIRE. ― REPLIES. ૪ UNCORKIN' A BRONC. ― STARTERS.

[stillsmine]

closed    for    @abnormitied   .ᐟ‍

every family dinner is the same, he knows this. doesn’t even know why he keeps attending when he’s so far removed. when things just become stagnant within a routine– or that’s at least what he tells himself to remain partially sane– akhil is accustom to tradition, even if it means things wash over; not at all lurking in the depths of halls of the family home. home, said lightly and with little nostalgia, because in what realm was this? “    nice to see they’ve updated the collection.    ”    rolls from the tongue almost absentmindedly, closest companion now the victim of his continual admiration. if it could be called that in the first place. fingers mark their territory, each novel touched on their spines as he glances over, placed smile evident.    “    what’d they do to get you here ?    ”    because there’s always a rhyme, a reason, even a ploy– no one seems to come willingly anymore. and really, wouldn’t blame the truth– or lie– that’d fall from other as an answer.    “    see, for me, they promised some kind of… peace offering. but you know how they are.    ”    like he said: always the same.

[alteregozowie]

"I think you're a sigma rizzler, sir!" (Niffty)

He knows Niffty....isn't always a full deck, but this might be on him this time.

"Well I know what rizz means, but run that first part by me again dear?"

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

For the rare coherent, rational thought: it's pretty unlikely this is actually about him or even me. He's sure as fuck not helpin but it's just a smokescreen.

[killerpancakeburger]

Thinking about a Reader who ends up having Scary Dog Privileges with Ghost without meaning to. It just happened.

Then they have to deal with the fact that this comes with duties too.

Tags: civilian!reader, gn!reader, mostly fluff, a bit suggestive, smug!Ghost, smooth!Ghost. 800 words.

Part 2. Part 3.

When Ghost is reluctant to getting sutured in Medical after accidentally opening his stitches, grumbling he can do it himself, who does the nurse call for? Yeah, you.

She could stand her ground, after all she's used to dealing with big, whiny men, but it's much more fun to knock on your door and smile at your bewildered gaze and gaping mouth when she explains the situation in two sentences.

"Ghost's being difficult, mind taking over?" "I'm sorry, what the hell does this have to do with me?" "C'm'on, everyone on base knows he's got a soft spot for you. Don't you want to make my job easier?"

You roll your eyes and slam your hands on your desk as you get up. Groaning as you walk past her— "I'm doing this for you, nothing else, got it?"

Mumbling to yourself "you've got to be kidding me" as you barge into the sick bay. Ghost is coolly seated at the end of a bed, large as life, casual clothes as black as his mask and— oh. You weren't told the wound was on his thigh— you weren't warned that he didn’t have pants on. You can’t help it, your eyes go down, down, your lingering gaze and your flustered silence forming a confession louder than words.

A noise — a scoff or a grunt, you’re not sure — emanates from him, breaks your trance, makes you look up. The amusement in his gaze tells you he noticed your oggling— of course he did. Nothing gets past the Ghost, and you've been remarkably unsubtle. Despite the mask, you swear you can make out the smug smirk on his lips. His cockiness reignites your irritation. Annoyance making you bolder than you really are, you charge at him, crossing the distance between you two in a stride, stopping close— too close. He doesn't back off.

"What's wrong with you?" you snarl. "Nothin'," he retorts, imperturbable.

It's actually the first time you’re overlooking him. You may be enjoying it a bit too much. Nevermind the fact that you've had to wedge yourself between his parted legs to get there.

You frown, unconvinced by his answer.

“Did Soap contaminate you?”

Bargaining to be cleared out earlier was the Scotsman's trademark.

“Johnny throws a fit cos he hates feeling useless. That's not what I'm doing.”

A smirk stretches your lips.

“Oh, no? I'm sure your reasons are much more noble.”

“Doesn't matter. Got what I wanted anyway.”

He's way too self-satisfied for a man in his underwear.

You throw an unequivocal look in the direction of his injury.

“What you wanted? A still open wound?”

“You.”

He replied without missing a beat, as confident as usual. It is both alluring and aggravating.

“And your idea of wooing me is making me upset?”

You don't add “because if it is, that's really fucking stupid” out loud, but you’re sure he got the message through your tone.

“Nah. But you're more honest when you’re angry. Gutsier.”

You only realize he slipped his index and middle fingers in your trouser loops when he sharply tugs at them. Off balance, you steady yourself by catching his shoulders.

Taking advantage of the strip of bare skin between your shirt and bottoms, the pads of his thumbs idly stroke your hip bones. The contact sends electricity through you, shivers of pleasure running down your sides.

“Ghost,” you start, severe, trying not to let the effect his touch has on you show in your voice.

“Simon,” he counters, surly. “Told ya it's Simon when we're alone, didn't I?”

He did, but you didn’t think he was serious. If that's what it takes to get him to listen… you’ll play by his rules.

“Simon. What's the rest of your brilliant plan? I'm here, but I can’t stitch you up.”

“How ‘bout a deal. I'll stop resisting… for a price.”

You raise an amused eyebrow.

“What kind of price?”

“A kiss.”

You snort. You didn’t believe him capable of something so… puerile.

“With the mask on?”

He doesn't move a muscle to get rid of it.

“Take it off.”

You usually wouldn’t obey what sounds like an order so easily, but it's the first time you get to touch the skull. Slipping two fingers between skin and cloth, you slowly roll up the mask all the way under his nose.

You gently trace the scars surrounding his lips. Then, the second you feel him relax, grip on your hips slackening and intensity of his gaze waning, you grab the bottom of his mask and drag it back down vigorously, making the holes for the eyes land way too low for him to see anything.

“If you thought you'd get a reward for acting out, you've got another think coming.”