there are very few ancient artifacts that make me more emotional than roman tombstones that thank the reader for stopping by and wish them well. there's simply something so sweet and gentle to me about imagining a traveler stopping along the road to read someone's final dedication and being sent away with the blessings of a thankful ghost
Ghost complaining about his back and how he struggles to pop it so it hurts
Soap offering to walk on his back to help
Ghost asking, incredulous and very alarmed, “do I want you to WHAT??”
Soap just cackles because he and his siblings used to do it all the time as kids, so he shows Ghost how to lay down and steps into the middle of his back, just between his shoulders, and feels more than hears Ghost’s entire spine pop
Ghost lets out the most pornographic moan because he’s been trying to pop his back for weeks
It becomes their thing, a weekly ritual when their schedules allow it
They don’t do it on missions because they’d never be able to explain it to anyone who wandered in on Soap walking in socked feet down his commanding officer’s spine like a tightrope
Endlich habe ich's dann auch mal zum Tombstoned Fest geschafft, dass diesmal jedoch auch gefühlt Death Metal-lastiger ausfiel. Grave zumindest haben mit einem berstenden Sound sehr laut gezockt, Unleashed als Headliner wie immer souverän, aber meine persönliche Überraschung waren Tribulation, die ich zwar auch von ihren Alben kannte, aber die live wesentlich mehr Bock gemacht haben. Hinterher auch noch im Café Banane getroffen. Auch Midnight haben gut gerockt und zum Glück gibt es auf dem Gelände einen Wasserhahn, dass man bei der Hitze gut abkühlen konnte, wobei Booker Joe auch mal mit dem Schlauch kam, um die erste Reihe zu bewässern. Nocturnal, die für Space Chaser kamen, fand ich eher unspektakulär, zudem der Gesang eher nach Bellen klang. Trotz Frühschoppens mit Freunden ab 11 Uhr gut die Show mit frühem Anfang um 13 Uhr überlebt.
It will forever be funny to me that in season 13 when Cas comes back from the dead Dean goes from lashing out at everyone while hes in full downward spiral mode to suddenly being in the best mood possible, giggling and kicking his feet over cowboys and hes just like "what im not allowed to be happy or something? 🙄" like bro...��🤨 you're fucking gay
just a regular dude who has a handful of facial scars, decent communication skills, and semi-healthy coping mechanisms
everyone expects him to be a dramatic edgelord and sometimes he plays into that, but he’s also a little goofy. He does sudoku puzzles and takes bubble baths and loves fuzzy slippers but can’t wear them around base
he’s not an extrovert but he’s not an introvert either; he’s the life of the party if you get a couple of drinks in him but no one ever invites him to go drinking because they’re all scared of him
he had a couple of years of mandated therapy that actually managed to do something so now, twenty years later, he’s just a regular dude in the military who made wearing a skull mask his shtick that he still gets a kick out of but doesn’t really care for the dramatics of it all anymore