#to retire with his husband

[thecheshirerat]

Reminder that writing is always good for your skills even if your plot and characters are absolutely batshit :)

Signed, a person who taught myself to write dialogue in a series of short stories called “The Illuminati Chronicles” in middle school, and first figured out how to use a plot outline while writing “The Horrors of the Demon Princess Assassin Katy.”

[golswia]

apology dance continues 🧡

[s0fter-sin]

trans!soap taking his baby and running away from his rich abusive husband

(cw angst, financial abuse, single threat of child abuse, single mention of transphobia)

he's owned soap for years, since he was a teenager; paid for his medication and all his surgeries and tied them so deeply, soap’s lost hope of ever getting away. he gets even worse when soap falls pregnant. he was always controlling; blowing up at him if he spent too long out of the house or did something without telling him. but he becomes utterly possessive during the pregnancy

soap knows it has nothing to do with his safety or the baby's

he knows he sees his baby as an investment; another being he can control and hold over him

he gets worse and worse but there’s nothing soap can do. there's been nothing he can do for a long time. then a few months after the baby is born, soap doesn’t watch his tone closely enough and his husband threatens to drop his baby in punishment for it

soap doesn't think. he doesn't plan

he takes his baby and runs

he sneaks out of the servant's quarters of the sterile mansion he's been forced to live in for almost a decade and walks down the street without a backwards glance; his baby the only thing in his arms. he knows all of his husband's cars have trackers, all of them in his name since he never lets soap drive or go anywhere by himself, so he walks far enough to be out of view of the mansion's cameras and steals one. it doesn't have a car seat and all he can do is clutch his baby to his chest as he drives

he doesn't know where he's going beyond away

he doesn't know what he's going to do; he doesn't have any money, no supplies for his baby, he doesn't even have water for himself so he can reliably breastfeed him. he's terrified his husband will find them; he’s always felt omniscient, always everywhere and seeing everything he did. if he didn’t have eyes somewhere, he paid someone who did and they always dutifully reported back to him

soap just keeps his eyes forward. just keeps driving and driving, lost to the road and numb until the low gas light pops up on the dash and it all hits him at once

he turns into a gas station he can't pay for, in a car he stole, and parks behind it and his baby immediately starts getting fussy

he can't even call him by his name sometimes; too afraid to get attached, too afraid to lose him. as if he doesn’t love him more than life itself

even throughout his pregnancy, as happy as he was to finally have a baby, he didn't know if he could carry to term and that fear just let his husband dig his claws in even deeper; paying for extra scans he could never hope to pay for, favours on top of favours so he would aways owe him and isn’t he such a loving husband? taking soap in when his parents kicked him out for being trans, looking after him for all these years? you can’t even take care of yourself john, you’d still be a woman without me, john, what is this tantrum about john-

soap tugs his shirt up to let his baby feed, drops his head back and cries

he can't stop it; wails loud and uncontrolled, chest heaving with his sobs enough that it sways his baby, occasionally breaking his latch and he can't even do this right-

he can't save him

a light knock sounds on the window and soap flinches, curling over his baby to protect him from his huband's cruel hands

but it's not his husband outside the window

soap blinks tears from his eyes and looks at the large stranger standing beside the car. a neck gaiter covers his mouth and it should be off-putting… but something about him stops the feeling in its tracks. the stranger takes a half-step back and lifts a chilled and sealed water bottle, pressing it towards the window

soap quickly swipes his face clean and rolls down the window. "sorry 'bout that," he apologises with a choked laugh, the careful front he’s built over the years cracked and bleeding

the stranger gives a dismissive but somehow not diminishing shrug. "long day?" he asks

"could say that," he gives a shrug of his own and pats his baby's back as he makes a disgruntled noise, unconsciously swaying him

he politely keeps his gaze up on his face. "looks like you could use a break."

soap's breath hitches, anxiously darting his tongue out over his bottom lip. "could say that," he repeats uselessly and takes the water with a quiet “thanks,”; his throat dry and screaming for it after crying so hard

the stranger hums, watching him down the bottle and soap doesn’t notice his eyes drifting to the backseat and footwell of the passenger side. doesn’t notice the slight tension in his fists at what he sees. "how long you been runnin', lad?"

soap freezes, the water settling in his stomach like a stone. he swallows thickly and the bottle falls from his lips

"not long enough."

the stranger just nods, looking idly back down the highway

"you know, this place is connected to a garage,” he starts, nodding back to a building attached to the station without taking his eyes off the road. “lotta people drift through 'ere on road trips; too many to keep track.”

soap frowns slightly, shifting his hold on his baby

“funny thing is, plenty of 'em just abandon their car when they break down. like yours,” he adds and finally turns back to him with a pointed look. “got a whole junkyard of 'em. just rustin' away. be pretty easy to convince me to trade ya one."

soap’s mouth parts in a gasp as he realises just what the stranger’s saying. "how easy?" he whispers

he shrugs and even with his face hidden beneath the gaiter, he doesn’t feel afraid. "i'd say this car'd be a good deal. would blend right in with the rest of ‘em; no one’d ever notice it. what say i take it off your hands?"

soap's breath shudders out of him, his whole body going limp with relief. his baby's eyes fall shut with a satisfied hum and for the first time he can remember, he feels the gentle touch of hope

"i think we can work something out."

🧼💀

ghost owns the service station soap pulled into. he wanted something quiet and isolated after he retired and you can’t get much quieter than a backwoods servo surrounded by forest. he hasn’t had anyone pull in in days so he’s quick to notice soap’s car. he’s also quick to notice soap's subsequent breakdown in one of the cameras. the sight of him crying, desperately clutching a baby like they’re all he has left in the world, is so familiar he felt sick with it

he knows someone running when he sees it

if he didn't check on him, if this lad disappeared one day and the baby along with him, he'd never forgive himself. the lad doesn't even have a baby bag or car seat with him, and the personalised sticker on the back window of a lady and a dog is a dead giveaway that the car is stolen

but the lad is terrified. and when he startled him, he didn't turn. didn’t lift his arms to protect himself. no

he covered his baby

like he was afraid he'd be hurt

that's enough for ghost

🧼💀

i'd wanna set this in the 80's or 90's, just to make it even harder for soap to get away from his husband. he's a trans man with a newborn; he has no one to run to and no resources to help him. his husband's bought and paid for everything for him since he was 17; a few whirlwind weeks of unbelievable dates and extravagant gifts and he was living in his mansion, getting married the day after his 18th birthday. he thought it was love. thought he was being looked after and cared for the way he’s always wanted

he was in pain and alone and naive enough to believe the first person who came along and promised to make it better. nothing's in his name, not his insurance or his meds, he doesn’t have a bank account or savings; other than a birth certificate, nothing even ties him to his baby. his husband could take his world away from him with a snap of his fingers and he made sure soap always knew it

he never had a chance of getting away

but ghost is ex-military

he doesn’t know the lad’s story, doesn’t know the details of what he’s running from. he doesn’t need to know

he decided he was helping him the second he pulled into his service station

[airoarts]

Leader and deputy

[Image description: a digital painting of Squirrelstar and Ivypool from Warriors. Squirrelstar is a small dark red cat with green eyes, standing in front of the much taller Ivypool, a gray tabby-and-white cat with blue eyes and many battle scars. The background is dark blue. end ID]

[a-case-of-the-ace]

I think I'd enjoy this saints forsaken show a lot more if we could just stop zooming in on peoples orifices, showing a 2000s cgi of their internal organs. Or at least not so often.

I get it. There's meat in there. It's doing meat things, but somehow not the correct meat things and it's upsetting the rest of the meat.

I just don't need to see it. It's a show about malfunctioning meat, I knew that when I hit play.

[puppypeter]

obsessed with looking at pictures of phil dunster and making up future-jamie storylines in my head

[wishchip106]

i miss old Charles 😔

i can’t believe peepaw is still kicking around and totally didn’t get stabbed and then died by bleeding out

he might make it to 100!! 🤩

[idontmindifuforgetme]

And on this Valentine’s I almost broke down in tears at a wife’s dedication to her heart surgeon husband whose brain is deteriorating with a rare case of dementia

[ace-bucket]

let him retire

[jakekazansky]

A couple lines of dialogue from a little second chapter I might add to pretty little thing

Javy: so were they your dads age or older

Jake: older

Javy: *distressed noise from hearing about his besties sex life

Jake: but that’s not even the best part…

Javy: *more distressed noises*

Jake: … they’re both admirals

Javy: *distressed noises turn into dying seal noises*

Jake: …but they’re retired…

Javy: *contemplates his life choices that led to him befriending and staying friends with jake*

Jake: …and they don’t know I’m navy…

Javy: *imagining how peaceful his life was before jake*

Jake: …so I can go fuck them on our weekends off without having to worry

[wannabemasterofwindintraining]

Manifesting more cole next season 🙏

[mrsthunderkin]

Sometimes you just gotta go a little nuts

As a treat

[finleycannotdraw]

BENOIT BLANC!!! IS FUCKING GAY!!!!!!!!!!!!

if anyone wants my take on phillip I will happily provide it

[killiancormac]

oc deep dive!! :) tagged by @ruvviks TYY this was very fun i love this guy

tagging my beloveds @claudiawolf @latenna @fialine <3

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

He has a number of ‘common’ fears, although a non insignificant amount of them are related to trauma. He has a very intense fear of losing his loved ones, which can be owed to losing 3 brothers by the time he was 25. It’s left him as someone quite easily worried for his loved ones health and safety. One of his other common fears is heights, but that’s also pretty reasonable, due to the fact he. well. he fell off a cliff! He wasn’t pushed on them beforehand, but that really made it a lot worse.

One of his slightly more uncommon fears is elevators. This is probably an offshoot of his fear of heights, but even elevators for two or three story buildings unnerve him. Considering he lives on the top floor of his apartment, this has caused him some trouble in the past. Getting stuck in an elevator – especially on a high floor – has been one of his recurring stress dreams for years.

Do they have any pet peeves?

People who don’t suspend even a little bit of belief for a movie – especially if it’s one he likes. Like, sure, it may not be entirely realistic, but it’s fun! <- he’s a bit of a hypocrite sometimes, because if a movie is depicting a situation he’s been in, he can’t help but take the piss out of it.

I wouldn’t say “rude people” is a pet peeve because it’s. not really LOL but people who constantly have an answer for everything / try to one up someone else at every opportunity. Nick did this in Panama when they first met, and it’s why the two of them hated each other for years. To be fair, Killian was also a prick to him, too.

What are three items you can find in their bedroom?

Passports, travel documents. Some things related to travel that might not be strictly legal, but given his job as an ‘antique collector’ (aka thief / treasure hunter / pickpocket etc), not entirely surprising.

Something one of his nieces or nephews made as a young child – I can see him having a ceramic dish that he puts little things in. It’s a good maybe 20 years old, garish and not very appealing to look at, but he’s fond of it.

A jacket belonging to his older brother, Michael. When he died, his belongings were split among the family. most of his things when to his wife and daughter, but Killian took a handful of things that he had an attachment to, or had nostalgic feelings towards. He keeps the jacket somewhere safe – it doesn’t smell like him, not anymore, but sometimes Killian thinks it does. He also took his and Michael’s old N64 – that’s in his and Nick’s house. is it still working? who knows

What do they notice first in a person?

First thing he really takes stock of is how they introduce themselves. He’s not one to judge based on appearances – he’s very used to people doing that to him, so he knows what it’s like.

He'll notice their mood, their attitude, their attitude towards him, how they regard him, things like that. are they friendly? hostile? having a bad day, but holding it together? or taking it out on him? are they looking down their nose at him? have they already made up misconceptions about him in their head? (this one’s not unreasonable – he’s had more people judge him based on his scars alone than he’s comfortable with.)

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Pretty high, in a lot of senses. In one way, he’s very unkind to himself. He doesn’t like to dwell on being in pain, and he tends to be hard on himself – constantly thinking it’s not that bad, and he just needs to get over it. He also hates causing a fuss. He hates worrying people. He doesn’t let himself be taken care of – not without some bitching and moaning first, and insistences that he��s fine, really. he’s Irish 😔

When he doesn’t have something to distract himself with, he copes a lot worse with pain. He’s gotten injured in past jobs and then gone home and cleaned his entire apartment, just for something to take his mind off the pain.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (Or freeze or fawn?)

For most of his life, especially his early life, fight. This has gotten him into way more trouble than it’s worth. later in his life, he tends to freeze, and he hates it. Although, when he freezes, it’s usually in emotional contexts. Conversations he doesn’t want to have. Confrontations of things he’s been trying to ignore. In life or death situations, he knows to move. That’s saved his life more times than he can count.

What animal represents them best?

A dog. I dont give a FUCK if people are sick of ‘dog coded characters’ because Killian IS it makes me really sick to be frank. He’s incredibly, stubbornly loyal. He will do anything for the people he loves. He’s protective, sometimes self harmingly so, and to him, it doesn’t matter how much time passes – he will always be there for someone. If you give him love, he will give it back. At his core, all he wants is to be loved, and feel it. He does get this, thank fuck, but it’s still sickening.

Birds, also. He has a sparrow tattoo on his side – he got it when he was younger. To him, it was symbolism. Free as a bird. He thinks it’s silly now, though.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Social. Friendly. Warm. He has many friends, multiple circles, and he finds them easy to make. He's a good conversationalist, all he needs is a topic, regardless of if he knows anything about it or not. He’s also a tremendous listener, and these combined with his sociable demeanor make him very approachable to a lot of people.

Do they have any hobbies?

He likes cooking. He’s very good at it, but when he’s not making breakfast, lunch or dinner, he also likes experimenting. Trying new recipes. Pushing himself and improving. He also likes making things from scratch, just to see what he comes up with.

He's a swimmer :) get him on holiday and he’ll spend a non insignificant amount of time in the pool !!! or in the ocean. He just loves the water.

He tries to keep reasonably fit. He's nowhere near Nathan Drake levels of climbing random walls and cliff faces, swinging from vines and ropes and all of that, he'll just find another way up or across, thank you. But he likes to exercise when he can. He's 45 this year, which makes him feel a bit sick, so he'd like to continue his streak of good health. I know he's a beast on a treadmill. Or one of those stair machine things. Man has got insane calves

He's a plant guy!!! His apartment, and later he and Nick's house, is covered in plants. Pots big and small, on counters and hanging from the ceiling alike. He's recently taken to growing food. Nick has heard many complaints about his strawberries being difficult.

[sunrizef1]

The Brazilians were chanting drugovich's name when lance exiled himself in the formation lap

[martianbugsbunny]

With every passing Wednesday I look back on that cameo in the Mandalorian with a slightly greater sense of fear