#iphone ghost touching

[cellandcomprepair]

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[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x reader

[ Chapter 8 ] || [ Chapter 10 ]

Pairing: Ghost x gn!Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.2K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: i think Ghost always steals Soap's hygiene products bc he cannot be arsed to buy some for himself.

Chapter 9: Drinks?

The moment the helo touched down, the soldiers descended, each of them parting ways as they went about their regular business, returning their gear to the armory, debriefing, showering, eating…

Almost a whole hour after their arrival, Simon threw himself down onto his bed, his skin dewy from the shower, his hair combed to the front and dripping over his face.

He popped open the top drawer of his nightstand and fished out his phone and charger. He set the charger up and turned on the phone as it charged up.

Simon didn’t often use his iPhone. Sometimes he forgot he even had it. The only times he did was to check Soap’s and Gaz’s insta/snap stories (because he liked being up to date on what they were doing) and when they were all on leave and had parted ways, so he could check the groupchat. 

Once the phone turned on, he immediately beelined for Tinder and opened the app. The app lagged a bit at first but, open loading up, he saw it.

99+ likes, 99+ messages.

The big majority of them were girls, too young for him, thirsting for him, even with his face being hidden. He always knew he could attract people, so it didn’t exactly surprise him.

Rolling his eyes, he flicked his finger over the screen until he found your chat and clicked on it.

Simon: I’m back and in one piece. Simon: I think you need to wish me luck more often.

He didn’t expect you to answer him immediately, even if it was only 6 P.M. on a Tuesday and you’d likely be at home and free, considering the job you listed on your profile.

However, the Read notification popped up under his text almost immediately and your dm came right after without the app even announcing you were typing.

you: omg i was literally JUST checking to see if you had said anything you: welcome back!

The text made a smirk take over his scarred lips before he bit the bottom one and typed out a reply.

Simon: Have you been waiting to hear from me for 3 weeks? you: noooo Simon: That’s frankly adorable. Simon: Didn’t think I’d have gotten in your head that strongly. you: oh piss off simon. you: ur not that great. Simon: You’re still texting me. you: sooo???? Simon: So, I can’t be that terrible. Simon: Got your attention, didn’t I? you: oh piss off you: ur so cocky and for what Simon: Not cocky. Just sure of myself. you: no Simon. No? you: no 😤 Simon: Okay then. Simon: Suddenly not sure of myself because you deemed it so. Simon: I’m very insecure now. Simon: Is that better? you: stop being such a bloody smartass 🙄🙄🙄 Simon: You’re breaking my heart, sweetheart. Simon: I can��t take this. Simon: Going to go hug my pillow and cry some more. you: oh no you: i’m making the giant cry? 😱 Simon: Is that a dig at my height? you: YES Simon: My God, I’m going to cry even more. Simon: I’m being bullied. you: good!!! 😤 Simon: I’m making you pay for my therapy. you: pay for it yourself!!!! 🙄 Simon: How about I pay for dinner for the two of us one of these days instead?

You didn’t answer immediately after that. You always did that whenever he flirted with you and spoke about taking you out.

Simon had a shit-eating grin on his face, imagining that you were all annoyed at him behind the screen. He was right in guessing you were shy about going out, he assumed.

you: no. you: but you can buy me a drink tonight.

His jaw dropped and his eyebrows raised just a bit.

Simon: It’s a Tuesday night, are you sure? Simon: You know going out for drinks on a Tuesday is usually a sign of alcoholism? you: ur backing out now? you: wheres all that bravado of yours? Simon: Oh no, sweetheart. I’m not backing out, I’m asking if you’re sure. you: if i wasnt i wouldnt have invited you. Simon: Fair enough. Simon: Where? you: the same pub i met up with john at maybe? Simon: Rog. Simon: 30 minutes. you: i need longer to get ready. Simon: That’s fine. I’ll still be there in 30. you: are you going to be wearing the mask? Simon: 🤷‍♂️ you: SIMON you: YOU CAN’T BE PULLING OUT THE EMOJIS LIKE THIS you: YOU STARTLE ME EVERY TIME. Simon: Good. Simon: See you soon.

Setting the phone down on the mattress, Simon got up from bed and took off his towel, tossing it over the back of his desk chair before opening the top drawer of his tall dresser, grabbing a pair of black boxer briefs and putting them on.

Then, he rummaged through the other drawers looking for his one ‘going out shirt’™️ (which was actually a black long-sleeve compression shirt) which he put on along with a pair of dark jeans. It was a simple outfit. 

Then he slipped on some black boots. He threw on a leather jacket over that and tucked a black neck gaiter into the neckline of the t-shirt, hiking it up to cover his mouth and nose.

Barely a minute later, he was making his way into Soap’s room and across the small space that separated him from the bathroom. 

“Going somewhere, L.T.?” Soap probed from his spot at his desk, eyebrows raised and his eyes locked on the older man’s with intrigue. He rarely saw Ghost in civvies and even more rarely did he see him without a hoodie.

Unlike Ghost, Soap had made his officer’s quarters into his own living space, having brought in a gaming computer and chair, a small beanbag, and had plenty of knick-knacks around.

“Going out.” Ghost said simply as he grabbed Soap’s hair gel and squirted a glob of it into his hand before lathering them and using them to run through his blond locks which were exposed without the hoodie or signature balaclava.

“Out? On a date?” Soap asked Ghost as he quickly jogged up to the bathroom door, watching as Ghost fiddled with his hair.

“No. Just drinks.” Ghost replied as he tugged a bit as his hair to make it stand up straight. 

“Is this someone you found on Tinder…?” Soap probed as he leaned his shoulder on the bathroom door, a boyish grin on his lips.

Ghost looked over at Soap out of the corner of his eye as he finished fiddling with his hair and rinsed his hands under ice cold water in the sink.

Soap took Ghost’s silence as an affirmative response. “Pro’lly a shag too, hm?” He joked, earning him another glance out of the corner of his eye. “Bloody hell, L.T. tell me all about it later, yea?” He laughed.

“Fuck no.” Ghost added as he grabbed one of Soap’s cologne bottles and raised it up for a sniff before scowling at the scent and setting it down again.

“Aw, c’mon L.T.!” He pleaded. 

“Get your own date, MacTavish.” Then, he just made his way right out the door, forcing Soap to move out of the way, looking a bit like a wounded puppy. 

“I’m not getting anything interesting on there!” Soap lamented with a sigh.

“No? Well, I’m sorry for you, then, Johnny.” Ghost quipped as he opened the door again and stepped out into the hall, leaving Soap behind.

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[moongreenlight]

Like 800 words of a Ghoap x Reader fic I've been sitting on for way too long. School is hard. Life is busy. I love you and miss you.

Premise: Ghost is a porn director, Soap is an actor, you're Ghost's girlfriend.

mdni. nsfw below the cut.

Ghost abusing his authority over Soap and getting him to come in early/late to shoots so he can get a few ‘warm-up’ shots in (bending Soap over the chaise in his dressing room) or randomly calling for ‘emergency shoots’ (he wants to take a shitty iPhone video of Soap on his hands and knees gagging on his cock).

It started out as a means to end Johnny’s bitching. He refused to take performance boosters, citing some bullshit argument about how “if athletes cannae use them, neither can I.” A non-argument, Ghost thought. But still, he found himself bullying the man into a tech room and letting him grind on the toe of his boot until he spilled his mess on the floor. It didn’t solve the problem. Like giving a begging dog table scraps. 

Johnny apparently needed his cock milked before any shoot where he was expected to come on camera. Howled like a bitch in heat until Ghost appeased him, and even after that it was touch and go. 

But then there was his dove. Dutifully waiting for him every night. Sweeter, more soft than Soap. Less whining, similar resistance, but took easier to his guiding hand. Never had any issue with his work. Never a flare of jealousy when he spent most of his day staring at writhing naked bodies. 

Simon figured out somewhere in his balancing act that he was able to work out some of his aggression on Johnny. Brat takes it better. He doesn’t get a feeling like stones are being slowly added to the pressure on his ribs when he sees Soap’s big blue eyes get teary. He’s gentler with his dove. Takes his time because he can. 

He’s fantastic at keeping his work and private lives completely separate. Fucking exemplary. You’d think they were entirely different planets the way he seemed to turn completely off to them. 

Ghost finds himself net neutral on the situation. It’s like picking between his left and right hand to fist over his cock. More an issue of convenience. Not like he’s got a standout sex drive, it mostly just happens as appeasement. Get Johnny to quit sodding griping, keep the dove happy in her cage. 

But of course, worlds collide. They always do when they revolve so close to one another. There’s bound to be a rotation in the axis that sends them smashing into one another.

And of course it happens on a day where Johnny is entirely out of control. Whining in scenes, ruining takes, wasting film and time; time he’s paid- fucking handsomely- to be pleasant for. 

Ghost hears her before he sees her. Standing next to one of the cameras with a cigarette clamped between his teeth, glowering down the barrel at Soap who was making a sour face and rubbing oil onto the back of some actress with a thin towel covering her modesty. His ears are tuned to the frequency of her voice, picking it out with ease amongst the dull chatter that had flared since the cameras stopped rolling even from all the way down the hall. 

She was chatting with the receptionist who no doubt chose to walk her where she needed to be to bask in the warmth that was her company. His bird had that effect on people. Always sweet and sunshine. Saved the sharp wit and snark for home or to be whispered in his ear. Trained perfectly by his expert hand. 

He didn’t bother looking away from Johnny when she walked in the door. Now engaged in some sort of silent staring contest. Ghost glaring down the crook of his nose at the smaller man. He couldn’t quite pick out if the look in Johnny’s eyes was disdain or desire. They were synonymous at this point. Shame he couldn’t sort out that attitude of his properly now. Save everyone the fucking tantrum.

He calls for a cut. Gruffs out a tight 5 and reset. Tosses his cigarette to the ground and crushes it under the heel of his boot. He doesn’t have the time to turn around before he hears two planets collide. 

“- you lookin’ for a role, bonnie? Ye know, I’ve got connections ‘round here. Make ye a star in fifteen minutes.”

Her laugh is honest and amused. It cuts straight through the sound of the studio and rings like church bells. 

“Oh, I dunno. I’m a terrible read.”

He looks over his shoulder and sees Johnny tying the belt of his robe in a lazy knot over his hip. More decorative than anything seeing as the plush thing is cast open all the way down his torso. Exposing, with painfully obvious intention, the gloss of oil on skin and the whorls of dark hair that decorate his chest. 

“Dinnae believe that for a minute. ‘Sides, pretty girl like you hardly needs to talk. Bet we could work out a scene where you only have to open your mouth for-”

He’s cut off when the receptionist knocks her shoulder into his and throws him a warning look on her way out. It doesn’t strike the chord it should, but it fulfills the end goal all the same.

[zinnie-zoloft]

Someone mentioned something about the boys not really knowing about 9/11 and I can’t stop thinking about what other massive events they wouldn’t know about

Charles probably had to be the one to inform Edwin that there was a second world war. Like he might have asked at some point “btw how did the Great War turn out?” since he died right in the middle of it and poor Charles had to break the news to him

The moon landing though! Edwin would be so excited about that, planes had only been a thing for 13 years when he died and now there are people in space? That’s incredible!

Speaking of aviation though he’d probably wonder at some point why zeppelins stopped being used entirely and someone would have to tell him about the Hindenburg disaster

They likely know almost nothing about current pop culture since they still haven’t figured out the internet, can ghosts even use iphones since they can’t touch things the way the living can?

On the flip side of this they both probably mention stuff that was commonly known about in their eras and confuse the fuck out of Crystal, this goes double for things that are specific to the UK

Though sometimes she might actually know what he’s talking about but for all the wrong reasons, like Charles will mention a celebrity and she’ll be like “isn’t that the guy who murdered someone?” and he can’t quite tell if she’s fucking with him or not (because she absolutely lies about pop culture to them because it’s funny)

[salvadorbonaparte]

2024 in Films - Part I

I watched too many films again this year so here's some reviews from the first quarter of 2024

January

Kuch Kuch Hota Hai (1998) - Pretty much the opposite college experience as depicted in 3 Idiots and also there's a scene where a child spontaneously converts to Islam to keep a wedding from happening and that works

Rocky (1976) - I got a little too into that series this year

The Karate Kid (1984) - Turns out the original is actually pretty good and I just watched the bad reboot as a kid! Oops!

Face/Off (1997) - This feels like it should be a fake film within a different film. Why is the face transplant plan A? There are some great scenes though, like the wife not recognising her husband, that made me question if this is actually a really deep exploration of identity. And then it got silly again.

Theater Camp (2023) - Almost makes me wish summer camps were real

Gone are the Days! (1963) - I watched this for Alan Alda's terrible high pitched southern accent but stayed for Ossie Davis infectious energy

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) - Manic Pixie Dream Girl Amnesia. Joke aside, why is it that I can't stand Jim Carrey in comedies but love him in dramas

Moonstruck (1987) - This won an Oscar????

February

That Touch of Mink (1962) - homophobia stops insider trading apparently

Carol (2015) - This probably would have given me a sexuality crisis in 2015

Ay Carmela (1990) - no scene in any film will portray the horror of the civil war and fascism as well as the half eaten dinner table in the abandoned house

Rope (1948) - people only focus on the gay subtext (which is real) but can we pleeaaase talk about the politics of the film

Catch-22 (1970) - did a pretty good job in adapting a book that is really difficult to adapt

Platoon (1986) - This was another entry in my grad school watch list

Pan's Labyrinth (2006) - I wanted to watch this since forever but wanted to wait until I could understand it in Spanish. Well worth the hype.

Rocky II (1979) - a sequel that initially made me go "was this really necessary" but then brought me a lot of joy

Rocky III (1982) - Intricate Rituals

Rocky IV (1985) - A metaphor for the Cold War but also. Bad.

Rocky V (1990) - Bad

Rocky Balboa (2006) - Better but like what the fuck was that editing during the fight

March

Hannah Gadsby: Nanette (2018) - I love when stand up comedy is recommended to me with "this will make you cry and change your life" and then it's true

The Holdovers (2023) - Liked it so much I watched it twice but the guy playing Kountze looked too modern like he definitely knows what an iPhone is

The Zone of Interest (2023) - the banality of evil is kind of a cliché phrase by now but it's real

American Fiction (2023) - clever satire, if I say more it probably turns into an essay

Capote (2005) - Rip Truman Capote you would have loved true crime podcasts. Also this was a continuation of my Philip Seymour Hoffman haunting

An American Werewolf in London (1981) - I love when a werewolf film doubles as survivors guilt

Poor Things (2023) - Horrible

Creed (2015) - Pretty much just Rocky but with a 2015 soundtrack and I'm not mad about it

A Fantastic Woman (2017) - a wrote a long ass review on letterboxd about this film is about loss

Creed II (2018) - As haunted as a sports movie is allowed to get before having to add real ghosts (please tell me there's sports films with ghosts). It's about "like father like son". It's about legacy. It's about being defined by your family names. It's about fatherhood. It's about breaking the cycle.

Creed III (2023) - Finally a film that asks the brave question "what if Rocky V was good?"

Dune (1984) - I liked the worms

The Joel Files (2001) - the story of two families in the third reich and one of them happened to be Billy Joel's

Oppenheimer (2023) - Would have made me insufferable during my teenage physics phase

Shiva Baby (2020) - a film that's also an anxiety attack

Searching for Sugar Man (2012) - insane!!!

Menashe (2017) - first Yiddish film I ever watched

Fruitvale Station (2013) - haunted

I, Tonya (2017) - a film keenly aware of the unreliability and subjectivity of both interviews and biopics, this is a sports biopic but also a moving story about the human need for love and the cycle of abuse and it's also damn funny.

Nosferatu (1922) - both scarier and more boring than the novel and also uniquely blood libel flavoured

Mädchen in Uniform (1931) - people were right this is gay

Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975) - Lovecraftian horror for cottagecore lesbians

I do not care if we go down in history as barbarians (2018) - history repeats itself, first as a tragedy then as a farce

La Haine (1995) - I watched this because of my professor :)

A Most Wanted Man (2014) - Philip Seymour Hoffman Haunting Continuation

Ödipussi (1988) - "Mommy calls me Pussi" is an actual quote

13 Little Donkeys and the Sun Court (1958) - Yeehaw???

[icarus-n-flames]

So I’ve had this idea for a fanfic that 100% happened because I was scrolling on TikTok and the video I will link below popped up. At first I was very much “eh not the target audience because it’s not relevant to me” BUT THEN I REALIZED THAT CHARLES IS THOUGH. So I immediately scrolled back to watch it and take notes for his sake.

Anyway the fic would happen just the same; Charles is bored, possibly scrolling on a phone Crystal provided them using like a stylus or whatever. (Trust me when I tell you I doubt ghosts could touch an iPhone screen even if they focus really hard because I have seen alive people unable to touch on a touch screen) So then much like me he comes across that TikTok and for a moment he’s like swiping cuz eh not his thing, but it sticks in his brain all of a sudden. “I’m going to tell you the easiest way to tell if you have platonic or romantic feelings for someone” and, well, now he’s curious because hell is coming to mind and he hasn’t been able puzzle out exactly what Edwin is to him even in the last year or two.

He watches, attention rapt and potentially more studious than he has been his whole life. Charles has a moment where he considers how silly this is. They’re dead, it’s not like they’re able to get married. Right? Then he thinks about it and honestly, Edwin is old fashioned so maybe he’d want to and marriage isn’t always just a mortal thing he supposed…and there are other ghosts and beings that might steal Edwin’s heart. He does as she says, his overactive imagination sending him in a tailspin because he first imagines Edwin marrying Monty but it just doesn’t really feel right. Then he imagines cat king and the feeling that causes him makes him very quickly decided NO. One more try but honestly he’s in the bargaining stage of denial. He starts to wonder if maybe he just has a bit of internalized homophobia or something. Yeh totally…but then he thinks about it more and he thinks about Edwin confessing to someone at the alter with a blissful, happy expression and not one marred with fear. He sees his eyes shining with joyful, shed tears and when his voice catches it’s just not the same. He’s giving his heart to someone on the happiest day of his afterlife and promising them eternity in a safe, beautiful place and if Charles had any insides they’d be twisting themselves in knots.

….. and well that’s where I’ll stop for now. I’m still trying to find their voices so hey if anyone wants to wholesale yoink this idea pls just link me the fic cuz boy I need it now.

[burninface]

Weekly tag wednesday🍕

Thanks for tagging me for this week's tag game @lingy910y @spookygingerr @deedala @mmmichyyy @transsexual-dandelions 🥰

name: noseeyesbrowsmouthface

when is your birthday: last day of ♐

where do you call home? although I always call my house “home”, I think home is nowhere. it’s an abstract concept for me, means “no necessary to do anything and stay alone/with trusted ppl safely”.

how many pets do you have? zero😢

what do you do for work? OT

do you believe in aliens? yes

do you believe in ghosts? yes but in alternative universe (and i believe in au)

favorite subject in school? PE, BUT only because I can play volleyball without asking around for enough players in the class

what are you currently reading? Collector’s Guides Pistols & Revolvers by Martin J Dougherty for inspiration, Touch: The Science of Hand, Heart, and Mind by David J Linden (it sounds like a textbook but it’s not, and has an interesting cover with 3 texture that touch differently)

what are you currently watching? Golden girls, pingu and European Cup

what kind of laptop do you have (+ describe it to me): a thinkpad, I don’t use laptop much

what kind of phone do you have (+ describe it to me): have two, an iphone 10 and a vivo x70

no-show socks, ankle socks, or crew socks? ...depends on my outfit? ankle socks are most comfortable to me tho

what kind of headphones do you use? airpods+beats headphone+don’t know the brand in-ears (stole from my dad’s drawer), I don’t like the headphone one it makes me dizzy and my ears hot

how do you consume caffeine? Coffee, tea, chocolate (both liquid and solid)

and finally, what are you wearing today? a black nightwing t-shirt, black sports pants, black socks and black sneakers (and black toe nails, black hair ring, black hairs and black eyes, wear a black mask then i can join batfam now😅)

tagging @atthedugouts @vintagelacerosette @samantitheos @ms-moonlight-inn @em-harlsnow ... i'm a little late again so idk who'd done this who hadn't, so whoever want to do the game plz just go ahead!

[craftcase297]

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[tvreadsandsleep]

Here’s some of what I’ve written for the Dark!Attuma story idea @xblackreader posted the other day. I haven’t gotten to the explicit stuff yet, but it’s definitely going to be dubious consent and involve some choking. Unfortunately, because of work, the story probably won’t get finished until my day off on Wednesday. Let me know what y’all think of the opening. 

ETA: I was just reading this over to continue writing and there are typos galore. Sorry about that. What I post on Wednesday will be a lot better. 

ETA (3/8): I've finished writing the story! You can find it here on AO3 or check out my writing tag.

While making her way to Haiti, Okoye had heard from multiple sources about the many disappearances that had occurred on the island over the past few months. First, the person who’d been seated beside her on the plane had prattled on, eyes wide and hands gesturing, until Okoye had rudely cut the woman off by placing in her headphones. Afterward, the cabdriver she’d hired to chauffer her from the airport to her hotel had warned her off being on the beach late at night, his eyes staring at her through his car’s rearview mirror much longer then felt comfortable.

Now, the young women standing in line in front of her to check into the hotel, both seeming to have already been partaking in the copious amounts of alcohol available, were telling the tales of the disappearances, aiming to spook one another, as though they were telling ghost stories.

Rolling her eyes, Okoye readied what she needed to check into her suite. She was fed up with the warnings and speculation. She’d come to the Caribbean for a rejuvenating vacation and planned on having exactly that. She wanted no worries, no sadness, no anger, and, most definitely, nothing pertaining to possible kidnappings and murder distracting her from her aims. For her this was a chance to rediscover her happiness, to touch base with herself and decide what she wanted after years of serving the Royal Family.

So, she’d turned off her Kimoyo Beads, tossing them to the bottom of her bag before boarding the plane and had rejected all other forms of communication (not that she would’ve been caught dead using one of those primitive iPhones or, Bast forbid, picked up a tablet). While booking her hotel suite, she’d requested the television, and even radio, be removed from her room. In addition to rejuvenating, her vacation would be as technology free as possible to allow for the uninterrupted exploration of self and communing with nature.

When it was her turn at the front of the line, Okoye made quick work of checking-in. She received the keycard to her room and made off, dragging her oversized luggage behind her, without delay. Her room was situated on the first floor and featured large windows that would grant an unobstructed view of the next morning’s sunrise. It wasn’t the most secure area of the hotel, but she felt confident in her ability to keep herself safe. She may have been forcibly demoted from her position as General of the Dora Milaje, but her decades of vigorous training could never be taken from her.

She inspected the cleanliness of the space, taking in his beige and white color scheme, before finding it satisfactory and unpacking her luggage. It was still early in the day and she wanted to spend her first evening in Haiti on the beach, basking in the sunlight as she read one of the hardcover novels she’d packed.

Her loose pants and t-shirt were replaced by the skimpiest bikini she owned. Hinting at decorum, she wore a sheer coverup over the barely there bathing suit and arranged a wide brim sunhat over her quickly growing, tightly coiled hair. She completed the look with a pair of sunglasses and left her room, taking with her everything she would need for the day. She didn’t plan on returning to the suite until well after dark.

The hotel was located on the beach and with fewer than a hundred steps, Okoye was able to find a secluded portion of the beach. She placed herself away from the families and couples who’d populated the sands, and placed down her bard and beach towel. An attendant from the hotel approached and within minutes she had a drink in hand and a lounge chair with an umbrella to make her space that much more accommodating.

Settling in, she opened her book then gazed at the majestic clear blue sea. Wakanda may have had the most beautiful sunset, but its landlocked nature prevented it from having this, its riverbanks paling in comparison to the expanse of endless ocean glistening under the summer sun.

Her afternoon and evening passed in a blur of reading and sun, interspaced with the occasional nap, light intoxication brought on by the drinks she’d consumed and a full belly she’d achieved from the food she’d procured from the nearby vendors. This was the most relaxed she’d been in months (more like years, if she was being honest) and before she knew it the sun had begun to set.

The families in the distance had already packed their things and left, while the few couples that remained seemed on their way to doing the same. Okoye lingered where she was, waving away the beach attendant’s concerns when he’d checked on her before the end of his shift.

She’d returned the lounge chair and umbrella, no longer needing them with the sun’s descent, and moved further down the beach, leaving the hotel behind in the distance. Putting her bag down in the sand, she sat near the shoreline and watched as the stars begun to twinkle in the sky. The moon now reflected off the water, which had appeared to darken without the sun’s bright light. The sight was no less captivating than it had been in the early afternoon. In fact, she preferred this view, finding solace in the anonymity offered by the growing dark.

Her solitude was momentarily interrupted by the singing of a man hurriedly making his way across the beach. The man approached her but kept a respectable distance as he peered at her. She recognized him as the person who’d been renting jet skis to the hotel patrons. Okoye offered him a slight wave and smile, hoping the man would continue on his way with little, preferably no, conversation.

“Young lady, you shouldn’t stay here alone with the sun going down. People have been disappearing.” The man’s voice was stern as he lifted his hands to his hips.

Okoye, who knew she’d left her father back in Wakanda, bristled at the man’s tone. She was a lady, but far from young, and could protect herself if the need arose.

“I’ve heard,” she responded, working to keep her answer amicable. “I won’t be out here much longer.” She turned her eyes back to the ocean, hoping that bit of assurance would be enough to propel the man on his way.

Okoye knew it hadn’t been when the man continued, “Have you heard the legend of Nonm Reken?” The man asked, also turning to look toward the sea, though he stood at a much further distance.

“Shark Man?” Okoye translated with what little she knew of Haitian Creole.

“Wi, he was a boy abandoned by his parents on this very beach. Some say his father tried to drown him. Others say his parents just left him and ran away. Either way, he descended into the water and was raised by the sharks.” The man’s voice was serious, and edged in warning as he begun backing even further away from the shoreline. “Stay out here long enough and you’ll meet him. He’ll eat you! I know he’s behind all those missing people!”

Okoye had stood while the man spoke, pretending to be readying to leave but stopped and rolled her eyes at the man’s tale. She wanted to tell him that nothing about his story made sense but held her tongue. Wouldn’t the boy have simply drowned? How could be have possibly been raised by sharks? Why had his parents abandoned him in the first place?

Instead she schooled her expression back to something cordial and said, “Okay, well, thank you for the information,” before turning back to the ocean and putting an end to their conversation.

She heard him mumble something about her being fou under his breath as he finally continued on his way. Frowning, as her head whipped around to glare at his retreating back, Okoye muttered, “If anyone is crazy, it’s you.” She then returned to her seated position and took a deep breath as she sought to find her previous calm.

[courtana]

The fact you even mentioned in the original post that if they can’t play the game, they should at least watch play throughs and those people still got up on the “not everyone can play games!”

Oh my gosh. They need to Grow up. They’re the reasons I can’t find decent fanfiction for half my favorite series (looking specifically at Halo because of that cursed tv show). They’re the reason so many characters are missing characterized until they’re not even same the character.

It’s frustrating and I’m glad someone else is saying it. I’m glad I’m not alone

OH MY GOD. I'm so glad someone mentioned how hard it is to find good Halo fanfics that don't follow the tv series' timeline lol. I would write one myself but, even though I love Halo, there's so much lore I still don't fully have a 100% grasp of, and I'd feel like a fraud writing a fic for it.

Like I get people can't play games. I couldn't play MWII when it came out because I was literally traveling for months with only my Nintendo Switch and was stuck replaying the Assassin's Creed Ezio Trilogy and Animal Crossing on it when MWII came out, lmaooo. But that doesn't mean you can't play it now or even just go watch the playthroughs on YT.

For real, they're responsible for so much false and incorrect characterizations, it's insane. From the "Gaz loves juice and playing video games, like a 14 yr old in a grown man's body uwu" to the "Price is actually an octogenarian peepaw who can't hear and doesn't know what an iPhone is" and the "Ghost is a dark and obsessive dickhead who probably tortures small animals in his free time because he's so edgy" characterizations. It's like, why are you massacring my favorite characters like this. Oh right, because they're just your little toys to play with in a sandbox with no regard for the story and context they belong to. And you've never felt the emotions of having to play as them and/or watch them die or suffer in the campaigns. Like, these people outright said to me they don't care about canon. Just, wow...

And I think one of those idiots was like "We're just interested in the story!" but bitch how are you gonna consume/understand the story without actually touching the game? From 1-minute TikToks?? They're actually so embarrassing with how bad their cognitive dissonance is.

[colorisbyshe]

it’s 11pm

i gotta pee

don’t wanna wake anyone else up

cause it’s 11pm

grab my iphone to use as flashlight

i drop it

i catch it, fingers clutching at the activated touch screen

apple speaker starts speaking

“i’ve found the perfect song for you :)”

thick by keke palmer starts blaring

it’s 11pm

don’t wanna wake anyone else up

desperately tap the speaker to turn it off

hit volume up button

kill myself, violently

ghost taps it

“know you like my ass like that, ass like that, ass so fa—“

it cuts off

my soul is at rest

[forget-me-maybe]

hellooooo lovely ~ for the fantasy ask game: 🧚🏻‍♀️ , 👻 , & 👺 (iphone is telling me this is a goblin. I am not certain.)

oooo thank you for the ask!!!

you and me:

Fairy- What is something that you get excited about? 

I'm really easily excited it's almost silly. But something that'll always get me going is going to a concert. Doesn't matter if it's a band I know or not, I just love live music.

Ghost- Favorite song? 

Currently: Someone else is getting in by Drowners. I listen to it an unhealthy amount each day (but I'm also the kinda person that'll listen to a song until that one moment when it no longer brings me joy and then not touch it for another 5 years).

Guilt pleasure song: Victim of love by Erasure

All time fave: Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance (because of REASONS)

Goblin- What makes you happy?  

Cliché but my friends - I've found a bunch of friends that mean the world to me. We all share one braincell and I wouldn't have it any other way.

[harleyglenn]

It’s as if I’ve entered a bubble at the sight of a

welcome sign . Departing with cars I’ve seen

before . Greeted with picket fences and

plain , more plain and equal amounts of cold

and heat at night That’s really confusing for me ,

that I’m somewhere else . Im a subject going

to the top of hills with dead brush and

monuments that I’ve made up in memory for

fondness of memory . The Hills are only lit

by everything below and iPhone camera(s) .

Snakes talk to boys , they say I’m in a higher

place than a girl who’s been broken so

many times . Boys and girls run in corn fields ,

holding and chanting , making new ceremonies .

All of us do not get to celebrate often anymore

and time

doesn’t stand this still this often . I’m aware of

blood

rushing to my brain and perfume and

pheromone . I’m aware in this moment I’m

everything I want to be but , nothing to a girl

and opportunity to a snake . A serpentine

will always question worth and ask why ? He

will advise you to assert dominance and

manipulate disguised as an offer of control

even if these are things you do not desire .

In the middle of a desert , with no sight

of life in any direction , the good man walks in

the direction meant only for him . He cannot

be accompanied by those he loves or wishes

to be accompanied by . You’ll notice crows

perched on light posts and unfamiliar fog , fog

in desire , lust , moral , friendship , respect, brain.

There are many signs that boys choose to

ignore in hope things go back to ways they were .

A serpent near a church on a hill sees ceremony ,

and he promises change . He promises money

good sex and someone to do drugs with …

a good dancer and potential for backing

where there wasn’t any . Hurt

eyes you can do nothing about even when they

are screaming at you . Prison bars with gold in

reach

that you can only touch with the tips of your

fingers with your ear to the pavement . What’s

true is you’ll get nothing but what you give ,

this overpass , the raven , the bartender , the

passing irrigation systems have their own

agendas . I’ve been told by a snake in the mirror

I deserve better . The boy should own more

things , he suffered in this town , he shouldn’t

have to pay taxes , or for gas and food . Why

should he suffer and not a figurative snake ,

or ghosts of a past that no one will ever know ?

On arrival a table is set and my new favorite

books are scattered , to remind myself to read

them . I’m not a nervous person I should say,

and sit down at this table is what I should do .

Or maybe you take chances in life . Im content

with this story so far , a girl , nor a snake , nor

a raven, nor a caffeine overdose could interrupt

how I feel at this moment . The snake

acknowledges a boy’s existence , the girl

spins in fields far away with the boy only hanging

on by the strength of their fingers . A intrusive

thought always comes knocking for us .

From the outside looking in he’s seeing a

foundation meant to be built on , a

haunted shrine to pray and be observed .

A validation of existence it is to be abused and

tossed out . Confusion for boys only stop when

they are wrong , when aggression neither

proactivity solve problems . It’s a humble

resting place only to be thwarted by language

that doesn’t matter and lack of self worth .

Saying nothing at all is a powerful thing people

in this town know nothing about . They always

want to fill in the gaps how they see fit .

Checking for everything made you anticipate

something , laying in a bed made you inclined

to look up for once . Why is this happening

to you ? Isn’t there anything I could do ? And for

how long til I can be whole again , for things to

feel right again ? It all serves as memorabilia

on a shelf in a dungeon that only paralyzes me

with abundance of decisions .

I would soon be a bird again , without

a cigarette or occasional bump that usually

kills the average bird .

[porterdavis]

Tech Day (Part 2)

I mentioned yesterday how my iPhone was acting up, replicating the lethal behaviour it first exhibited shortly after I bought it in 2020: ghost-touching, rapid-fire screen flashes and pseudo-touches rendering it unusable. Like a Pacman it gobbled up and deleted icons, sent texts, dialed calls, all obviously aberrant behaviour. It would also try to unlock and unlock the (ahem) lock screen....I had to scramble to stop it before ten wrong entries would brick it.

A trip to Apple and the Genius allowed how it wasn't right and they replaced the screen. Fast forward three uneventful years and it started again! Damn. I found the nearest non-Apple store I believed I could trust and made an appointment. This afternoon I dropped it off in a hole-in-the-wall storefront in a downtown office building. The young man told me it would be $179+ tax. I swallowed hard, nodded OK and went to kill an hour.

When I got back he handed me the phone and said he'd spent the entire time trying to replicate the bad behaviour and couldn't so he didn't replace the screen. Gak! What was I to do? He suggested taking it home, updating it, and restoring from a back-up file. I did and...touch wood!...it's working! My mind had made a leap from a similar set of facts without considering other alternatives. I don't want to jinx it but I feel $200 richer tonight.

A shout-out to an honest young man at (love this) uBreakiFix at 1000 Rue De La Gauchetière O. here in Montreal. He didn't even charge me for the diagnosis. I feel bad I was so at sea I didn't give him a tip so I'll return tomorrow and make amends.