#they’re so soft with each other

[cactusisconfused]

My brain has yet again made another thought, enjoy.

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Ghost had heard of day of the dead before, of course, he has. He’d not practiced it, nor thought anything of it really. Wasn’t exactly a man for traditions.

That thought hadn’t really changed until he was sitting in Mexico for his then second time.

Graves had betrayed them, the bastard, and now Soap is who knows where with who knows what injury. On instinct Ghost slips into the darkness, footsteps making no sound and the necks of the shadows split by his knife before sound could arise.

As Ghost moves, waiting patiently to hear something from Soap does he take a moment to pause and look around. It’s late October, Las Alma’s clearly beginning to set up its decor and altars for day of the dead. He slips into a small house he’s found a moment of refuge in. Thats when he sees the alter, a small thing may it be.

There’s a few frames holding pictures of different people, black and white photos, saturated and grainy photos and recent ones. Some of them are of a child, an older lady and man. A cat with a bow tie.

Surrounding the photos are bright orange marigolds. Somewhere, in Simon’s buried memories does he hear his mother from his youth. She had loved marigolds. Loved the color, the shape. He hadn’t realized he had forgotten. Isn’t sure how to feel about forgetting.

Ghost didn’t look for long though, despite the thoughts surrounding his head. He had to keep moving and ensure Johnny got out of all this alive once he finally radioed back.

The thoughts of the altar and marigolds leave his mind for that time being and don’t resurface for a long while later.

.

He and Johnny had gotten into a relationships one unlike the other had ever had and never once would they trade it for anyone else.

It’s when they’re on leave, walking down a street in Edinburgh when Simon peeps a small flower shop, marigolds on display.

He hadn’t meant to stop, truly he didn’t. But his brain could only conjure up his mother’s face and then, for the first time in years, that altar back in Las Almas.

Johnny of course clocks Simon’s sudden stop and his lingering gaze on the folded orange flowers.

“Ye wanna go in there, Si?” Johnny asks quietly, his thumb rubbing the Brit’s hand as they hold each other’s. Simon shakes his head, forcing his eyes away.

“I’m alright.” Johnny can see there’s more than Simon is letting on, but he gives a soft smile regardless and nods. They begin continue their walk, Soap making sure to remember the shop.

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A few days pass, the autumn wind has truly kicked in as October comes closer to its end. Simon had gone to the gym, Johnny staying home, saying he had ‘things to do’ which awarded the Scot with a raised eyebrow.

When Simon comes back home, he finds the dining room table set with dinner, the lights dimmed and a vase of marigolds sitting on display.

“I saw you looking at them the other day, figured you might like them.” Johnny says with a slightly nervous smile. Simon can’t help but let out a small huff of a laugh, something made out of pure adoration. God Simon loved his boyfriend.

It’s after they eat, now settled on the couch resting in each other’s arms, does Simon formulate the thoughts that have refused to take shape in his head for so long.

“You know of day of the dead?” Simon asks softly, his hand combing through Johnny’s outgrown Mohawk. The Scot mods with an “aye, I have.”

“I was thinking…” Simon starts, his eyes moving to the vase sitting in the table. “We could set up an altar.” Simon says with an unsure lilt to his voice. While Simon hadn’t really participated in traditions in his life, but this one, for some reason bought his attention. He’d never been spiritual, or believed in ghosts or the paranormal- but this thought, to guide your loved ones back home, to spend a holiday celebrating death rather than letting its embrace feel like a freezing grip held like a vice in his mind.

Johnny the ever living man agreed with a level of adoration in his eyes that Simon had to look away. On the eve of Día de Muertos they set the altar together. Setting photos of Simon’s family, all except his bastard if a father and some photos is Johnny’s gone relatives. They lay the marigolds around the altar as well as lighting candles and laying out foods from both their origins and a few hispanic dishes to honor the culture itself.

There’s no great party really, but they sit close together on the couch, stories being told of each face framed with the orange petals. Simon feels closer to those he had loved- still loves than he had in a very long time.

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This was a lot longer than I had planned. Also is this incredibly late to day of the dead? Yeah, my apologies but I had the thought like- an hour ago.

This, I will be blatantly honest, I projected on. I myself really wish to follow this tradition next year and quite honestly could see Simon following it too.

Anyway I’m gonna go pass out o7

[karioke13]

😌☝️✨

Soft MCU ships are the best kind of ships

[staab]

Bowlcuts

[goudraws]

I’m obviously being so normal about them.

[vellichorsdesire]

f/o who can tell when something is wrong, no matter how good you think you are at hiding it, so despite your possible protests against their care they make time for a day of just you both with whatever you’re most comfortable with— if it’s a day mostly spent in bed, they’d be happy to simply lay with you and talk about whatever topics that arise with no judgement, or if it’s a short trip to somewhere, they wouldn’t mind planning the entire day out and indulging you with something from your favorite shop… what matters most of all is that you’re content, because their goal in the first place was never to try to force you to open up about your feelings, it was to simply see that shine in your eyes again even just for a bit

[libbyrequiresescapism]

*not my oc*

more doodlesss ✌️✌️

they’re so easy and wholesome to draw. i love them 🥺🥺

also canon kiss is coming soon and i'm so excited 🤸‍♀️✨✨

@sleepyconfusedpotato

[karlyboyyy]

Can’t escape the nightmares

[peachdues]

I’ve been listening to a lot of ocean eyes by billie eilish and it’s made me so soft for my Great War babies.

“Giyuu is a gentle soul.” Y/N gratefully accepted the former Wind Pillar’s hand as he helped lower her down to sit on the grassy bank. “He is as kind as he is sensitive. It is a rare combination in this world.”

“She wasn’t bitter,” Giyuu said after a long moment, his eyes narrowed in thought. “I have seen people be far angrier over far less, and yet she had made peace with her past.”

His master nodded. “And that resonated with you, did it?”

The ravenette frowned, the urge to cross his arms strong despite his inability to do so. “I at least knew what it was like to have those bonds — even if they were ripped away,” he said quietly after a moment. “But she never had them to begin with. I wondered, if she could make peace with it — if she could free herself of the chains of what she’d lost — then perhaps I could, too.”

Beneath his mask, Urokodaki smiled. “You thought her an inspiration,”

The former Water Pillar’s nod was almost imperceptible. “In every way a person can be.”

“I did not know selflessness until I met Giyuu.” The Miko smoothed a hand over the extended curve of her belly. “Nor had I ever felt as though anyone truly saw me. He was the first to make me feel as though I had some permanence in this world. I fell in love with him not because of his words or his strength — I fell in love with him because he saw me, and let me see him in return.” She smiled wistfully. “And the more I came to know him, the deeper that love grew.”

[ivysos2001]

I still can’t believe marvel had Steve tell Natasha he could only really see himself with someone with ‘shared life experience’ (5 seconds after they literally kissed) and then had the two of them practically glued together for literal years (in this movie and in every other movie after it), only to not even seem to consider them as a potential couple/love story

[happenssweet]

sorry this is still crazy… boyfriends.

[goosecastle41]

The fact that the Krew pretty much immediately accepted that Kremy just loves unicorns at the start of the campaign warms my little heart

Think about it. Everyone was just like “Oh! We didn’t know you loved unicorns Kremy! That’s so sweet!” and no one thought to stop and make fun of him for it. Like Gricko could have easily teased him or Frost could have made some dry yet cutting remark about it but no

They just got right on board with the fact that Kremy’s always had this deep seated love for unicorns and was too afraid to say anything until then

Kremy’s obviously embarrassed about his decelerations right at first but quickly starts saying he loves unicorns with his whole chest as they enter the Witchlight carnival like

In my headcanon, Kremy did indeed always have a love for unicorns deep down (cause even after they left the carnival, Kremy still loves unicorns) but wouldn’t ever say anything about it because god forbid he look soft or weak, but then his found family just immediately jumped on board with his love for the mythical creatures and he figured out “oh. This ain’t so bad. If they still respect me, then whatever else anyone thinks doesn’t matter” and happily declared it for anyone to hear

[starkcapaccinos63]

BuckyNat, my beloveds. I have waited YEARS.

Thunderbolts (2023) #4

[confused-wanderer]

Kid flash and robin challenge them saying they’re better friends and therefore a better dynamic.

Barry and batman’s overly competitive nature has kicked in and now they’re all in danger

[whaliiwatching]

gradual closing of the gap

[knox-knocks]

I love making andrew and neil dangerous and violent in fics cause no matter what they would literally rather break their own hands than hurt each other

[lexithwrites]

“I mean…what is it about him?” Sirius asked, folding his arms over his chest and casting his gaze over to his brother. Regulus was quietly swirling a straw around in his drink, staring at the ice cubes almost in a trance. Sirius rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Moony.”

Remus watched him too—everyone else was dancing, laughing and talking together like always—and smiled ever so slightly. “He’s quiet,” he replied, “like me.”

— passage from some moonwater I’ve been thinking about