#they’ll get there tho

[zodiacsea]

i have a very beloved transmasc lesbian coworker who has only been in queer spaces for like. two years give or take. and i love them so dearly and they’re so sweet. but they keep saying things that are like. girl that’s transmisogynistic. and every time i point it out very gently and they go “oh shit ur right” and adjust their behavior accordingly which is good but. i’m so tired. can u please fast forward a few years. i know you’re still in your phase where u think ru paul’s drag race is the gayest thing in the world but can we skip ahead please

[mo-mode]

The Biblically Accurate Trio in TLT

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Mikes and Vanessas celebrate 10 years of FNAF!

[shushmal]

Steve and Eddie get a little studio apartment in the queer section of the city, by virtue of Steve getting hired as the building’s handyman. Half the residents are drag queens and there are RULES.

They can flirt with Steve all day long. Eddie (literally) will hiss and spit like a jealous cat, all red faced and pouting, which is INCREDIBLY entertaining. While the flirting is harmless, Steve’s pleased smile about how possessive Eddie is over him can melt the most cynical old queen’s heart. (They all think a lil “you’re welcome, Steve” for getting Eddie all riled up ever night.)

However, anyone who flirts with Eddie better be prepared. Steve’s glare is cold and cutting, and the silence after is worse. And if you piss him off enough, Steve is all for revenge. Better hope your toilet does clog or your sink keeps draining. Worst case is he’ll MAKE issues for you, until you make it up to him. And the only way to do that is to go support Eddie’s underground metal band and spend your hard earned money on his merch. (Eddie thinks Steve being a stone cold jealous bitch is hot.)

[totallyradicalmucky]

Ketchup and Mustard

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I was gonna go on a WHOLE rant ab how the boy I’m talking to is not making plans……. And then he texted me that he wants to see me

[potato-lord-but-not]

Hello! I have a question, in your last ask what did you mean that they don't actually get romantically involved? As in they don't make anything "official"? I loved the comic so much and I can't wait to see more!!! 💜

I meant that I’m not planning on making them get together as a couple- I love them as a ship but I want to use this to explore their platonic relationship together. Like Jarthur but waaayyy less codependent, more so realizing there’s people out there who actually do care about you unconditionally and want what’s best for you.

[akkivee]

top five moments from the 2gumi dt lmao:

they’re all watching a movie adaptation of one of gentaro’s books!!!! it was not by choice tho lmao gentaro, in true leader/2gumi twin souls fashion, concocted a web of lies to bring everyone together for it LOL

juto and hifumi went to nab their seats while rosho jyushi and jiro chose the snacks!!!! jyushi and jiro started to get into an argument over which is the best popcorn flavour, jiro’s on team caramel and jyushi’s on team butter lmao

when the movie got started, they let gentaro on stage to give a message as the author of the book and when he took stage, jiro and hifumi immediately began loudly cheering for him lmao 🥹🥹🥹 rosho loudly told him they were being too loud so they needed to shut up, juto told him that he was being too loud too so he should shut up and jyushi tearfully said that everyone was too loud pls be quiet LOL

gentaro:………….may i finish my speech now? 🙂 jyushi: y-yes 😭

actually lmao, the real reason gentaro invited them to this movie was to rope them into advertising it using their popularity as drb contestants LOL. gentaro told them tho, jiro would be able to reach the younger generation, hifumi is popular and that’s his strength, jyushi can reach a lot of people with his music, rosho has the ability to guide the youth and juto (gentaro giggles here) can arrest people LOL

[shhhsoftnwet]

Who are you harassing this time, team leader Shin?

[honeypleasejustkillme]

how i sleep knowing im lonelier than i've ever been and i do it to myself by never texting anyone back or talking to them because im terrified

[robiinurheart33]

Haha wouldn’t it be so weird if when soap was taken and brainwashed he was constantly being compared to this soldier named “ghost” haha

Anyways explicit descriptions of psychological torture and violent intrusive thoughts under the cut

He would be beaten and berated constantly. why wasn’t he stronger than ghost, why wasn’t he faster, more skilled, better, stealthier, healthier.

Ghost could’ve done better in worse conditions.

Ghost has done better in worse conditions.

Why was soap not better even after all this?

It drove him up the wall, the way he would wonder who he was, seething and bleeding by the lip. After all that he’s gone though, all that he’s endured, everything.

Why wasn’t be better? Why can he never, ever be better?

They drove his sanity to the ground, spat and kicked at it until there was nothing but a shell of who he once was, and rebuilt it to fit their ideals. Soap couldn’t remember who he was before this, before the experiments. He couldn’t think, do, say anything without being ordered to do so by someone else.

Some days, soap would pull on the thin stripe down his scalp, eager to find some semblance of control over himself, even if it were pain. He would always get punished.

“It was the only thing he can and will recognise him by.”

“Ghost likes that on you.”

It made him hate the Mohawk even more.

He hates Ghost. He was sick of it. He was done waiting. He was done being compared to. He was done with being second to him. He wanted to pull him apart limb from limb, feel the hot blood spill over his teeth and he rips his throat apart, hear the sickening crunch of his neck being twisted, feel the smooth muscle of his skin ripple and tremble in fear of the one that he was supposedly supposed to be stronger than. Soap will never, ever get anything else in his life but the pure, white-hot rage of revenge. He maybe thinks this had lingered on since he was younger, before everything. It felt like an old friend, more so than his other emotions.

His first mission.

He will be better. He will be better. He will be the best. He will be good. This might be his only shot. This is. He will be the best. He will succeed. He will not fail. He will not fail. He will not fail. He will not fail. He will not fail. He will not fail.

He runs into ghost.

At first, he didn’t know who he was. Soap was in a room with a few others, guns up and masks drawn, ready to shoot anyone who tries to come into the room. They had been infiltrated, and soap wasn’t told more than that. He didn’t really need to know more. Shoot the hostiles, keep people safe. Suddenly, bullets start to rain from outside the door, and soon enough, more and more bodies start hitting the floor. Soap does not panic. He hides behind a bookshelf, waiting.

A big ass motherfucker in a skull mask walks into the room and it looks like the shadows are warping to his presence. Soap does not panic. He reaches for the knife strapped to his thigh, flicking it up and holding it ready. He waits patiently until he stalks near the bookshelf, tightening his grip on the knife. They make eye contact, and through the skull mask stained with blood, he can see jet black eyes staring at him in shock. Death incarnate. Soap does not panic.

“Joh-”

Soap quickly slips out of his hiding spot, wrapping a forearm over his neck and attempting to jab the knife right into his socket. He feels a hand grip tightly onto his forearm, and he goes weightless. All the air escapes his lungs as his back slams against the floor, his head spinning. He screams at himself to get up, fight, be better, before he hears the familiar crackle of a radio.

“Ghost, how copy?”

Ghost.

This is Ghost.

Ghost just fucking flipped him.

Soap does not panic. He does not panic but he feels a chill go down his spine as he sees red, scrambling back up onto his feet. The adrenaline starts to kick in now, and he lunges at him, ripping the radio off his vest and slamming it on the floor. He’s not completely sure why he did that, but in all fairness soap feels like he’s losing his goddamn mind, if his captors haven’t done so already. He punches Ghost, wincing slightly as his knuckle hit the cheekbone corner of his stupid skull mask. Soap starts to reach for his gun before Ghost punches back, hitting the mask clean off his face, pushing his back to the floor, one hand on his wrists. Soap starts to get really agitated now. After everything that he’s gone through, he’s still not good enough to beat ghost. He still hasn’t improved. He hasn’t gone anywhere. He makes eye contact with Ghost and is slightly taken aback when he is reflected with an equally crazed stare.

“Johnny.”

What the fuck?

Soap doesn’t say anything. Ghost’s eyes are brown, not black. Why hasn’t be killed him yet? Why isn’t Soap struggling? Ghost has blonde eyelashes.

“Where have you been?” To soap’s absolute horror, those brown eyes start to become glossy. He flinches back as if he’s been hit, and grits his teeth. No shit, he’s been here the whole time, where else is he supposed to be?

Soap surges forward and headbutts him in hopes of him letting go. He doesn’t, and it makes soap all the more dizzier, more frustrated. Why isn’t he fucking dead already? He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to get his mind right.

“Johnny. Johnny.” Can he just shut the fuck up? It’s getting increasingly hard to concentrate for some reason. Shit. He feels overly exposed without the mask, feeling his body temperature rising steadily.

“Stop calling me that!” he growls out, twisting out of his grip and punching his across the face. The twisted skull mask looks almost comical out of place, but he can still see those eyes. Ghost’s hand comes to cup his cheek, and soap flinches back. His eyes look like Soap just mauled his puppy right in front of him. It makes him freeze in place, head awkwardly hovering between the floor and Ghost.

Images of blood spilling and needles, dirt and coffins fill his head, the sound of a neck snapping, gagging, screams and whimpers. Hands on him, eyes on him, never letting go. Stay. Soap snaps back into place, grabbing the mask and twisting it up, covering Ghost’s eyes. He quickly gets his other hand free and pushes ghost off him, sprinting out of the room.

“Wait-!” Is all he hears before flying down the corridor, back to safety, back to where it’s familiar, where he always is, where he always will be.

Loyalty has always been Soap’s best trait.

[mobbu-min]

i am at awe at rhe new cards that are being dropped on twst jp!!!

[the-woman-upstairs]

It’s just…so painful to watch Armand readily submit in order to obtain the love he so desperately craves. And while it’s most assuredly a manipulative tactic, it’s still one borne out of fear and desperation. He cannot lose this person he’s come to love and so will become whatever they want, do whatever they want just so they’ll stay with him. But it won’t be enough. No matter how much he acquiesces or seeks to control (himself, others, the environment), he won’t be able to make Louis stay with him in the perfect life, perfect self he built in the hopes of finally being loved. It will all crumble with Armand left alone in the rubble of what he created, the author of his own abandonment.

[realmothchu]

the anti-wolfstar folks trying to agrue that it couldn’t happen bc sirius is closer to james are so annoying like have you considered that someone can be in a relationship and still have a codependent vaguely homoerotic relationship with their best friend. and then they’ll say well sirius only talks about james in the books or wtvr and idk maybe that’s bc james is DEAD and his son (who looks a lot like him) is right there and remus is alive and well and living in his house !?

[soloavengers]

if i may share my favorite parts of my credits.

[justrustandstardust]

i’m sorry but at this point there’s not even a debate if stsg is canon bc either you read the text for what it is or you out yourself as fucking illiterate and an idiot