#whiskey cant ghost me

[wayward-skye]

When even your therapist ghosts you...

[bigassmoonchild]

night team here

can we request ghost with a daughter that is the mini verison of him like soap thinks shes gonna be sweet and nice and she bullies him worse than her father does

bonus points

price already knew ghosts daughter was a complete savage but soap annoyed him that morning and price decided the consequences of his actions was being brutally roasted

(daughter is gonna be leaning teens just bc i said so. also, thank you so much for the request!! love the night team 🫶🫶)

soap wasn’t supposed to know. this wasn’t something anyone was supposed to know, but simon was decently okay with price knowing. price knew to keep secrets, hell, price had his own.

but simon accidentally let it slip.

‘i’ve gotta get home, early morning,’ he’d told the 141 when they wanted to go out for drinks after a successful mission. they gave him odd looks (one of them was a knowing one, but he’d ignore price being offered to come watch a recital).

soap didn’t let it go, no he didn’t. ‘got the missus waiting back there?’ and simon was exhausted, it was a long mission and all he wanted was to sleep in his own house.

‘kids got a recital,’ he’d muttered and had walked away. what he didn’t expect was to find a huge amount of messages from soap the next morning. most consisted of the same things.

kid??

who’d have a child with you??

what’s the mother look like?

what’s the kids name?

son or daughter?

maybe i wanted to come watch too

i’m technically their uncle

and simon had to leave, collected you from your grandmother and took you to the recital. you were beautiful, the pride and joy of his life. someone he’d never thought he’d ever had, someone he never knew he could love more than anything.

it took months for simon to wear down enough ti even allow any of them to see a picture of you, let alone know your name.

‘beauty, that one is. you sure she came from you?’ simon shoved soap off the chair for that comment. soap continued to rave about being an ‘uncle’ and as much as simon didn’t want it, he had to tell you.

you looked at him weird when he admitted he’d spoken about you to the 141. you knew, generally, what he did but you didn’t get details.

‘ok and?’ you’d asked. ‘what’re they gonna do? it’s not like they’re gonna do something behind your back, not like price has said anything,’ and he worried. maybe he coddled you a little, but you were his girl.

and you’d agreed to meeting them, but told simon you didn’t want to know when. ‘i’ll be thinking about it too much,’ you told him.

simon finally dropped a few names for you, late one night when he’d finally relaxed with some whiskey (he didn’t mention the watered down taste).

‘what kinda name is soap? he drop it or something?’

it took some time before simon had grown any sort of comfortable letting anyone but price be around you. it wasn’t common that you stayed by price when simon was out on a mission, but the occasion happened when it was possibly a fatal one.

it was early morning when you’d sent a text to simon, he hadn’t meant to go to the compound at all that day but had made a lunch. it was a picture of the lunch, still sitting in the fridge with the caption ‘you forget something?’

and he’d groaned, mentioning to price in passing that he forgot his lunch at home. soap and gaz had been there, and a little smile came from soap.

‘just have the lass bring it ‘round, i’m sure she’s dying to meet her uncles,’ price gave a little grimace. ‘what? she’s probably a sweetheart, i cant imagine a girl like her would turn out like ghost,’

you’d relented to bring it around, especially after price messaged you about soap not being able to shut up about meeting you.

he’s pressing me for information. -john

if you bring the food, i’ll give your dad an extra day of leave. -john

please, i’m about to make him run. -john

you always laughed a little when he signed off after each text. it was his own little thing, and you secretly enjoyed having a fatherly figure text you more than three words.

when you got to the compound, you found price waiting outside for you and you waggled the bag of food at him. he let you in, guiding you through the halls to where simon and the others were.

‘try not to forget it, next time,’ you told simon. he gave you a small grunt, one that sounded like his ‘thank you’.

soap walked up to you, giving you a cheeky grin and swinging his arm around your shoulder. ‘how’s it been, lass?’ he asked you and you shook his arm off.

‘you know it’s not the 80’s anymore, right?’ he blinked at you. snorting softly with an eye roll, you sat down in the nearest chair. ‘mullets back in style, you know. might fit you better,’ you commented.

soap was left with his mouth open, gesturing faintly to you then to simon. ‘she can’t be like you,’ he nearly hissed.

‘don’t act so surprised, she said damn near the same thing to me,’ price lamented, thinking back on his first time meeting you.

‘you from the 1800’s? christ, i haven’t seen anyone willingly have that beard,’ you’d told him oh so long ago.

you looked around, leaning towards him. ‘who else am i supposed to be like? i’m pretty sure he’s my father,’ you hissed back.

all soap could do was blink. a little ghost? no, he couldn’t believe it. he saw simon give you a little fist bump, almost saw a few dollars being passed between you two.

simon pulled his mask off to eat and you looked at him closely. ‘you get a haircut?’ you asked, squinting your eyes suspiciously.

‘nope,’ he responded. ‘got ‘em all cut,’ and you snorted a short laugh. soap couldn’t do much but watch the interaction, realization slowly settling in.

‘that’s why you tell those shitty jokes?’ he announced. ‘you’re actually a father telling dad jokes,’

you gave a little smile and he could see the admiration in your eyes. god, you were just like your father but the confidence came off of you so easily.

‘yknow he came to my parents job show and tell once,’ you told everyone and simon stared at you. almost daring you to finish. ‘he didn’t take the mask off and had to leave, he scared too many of the kids,’

you spoke so fondly of him.

‘but he’s a prick, so he just left,’ simon lightly kicked your leg and you made a big show of it. you might be his kid, but you had your own personality in there.

and simon would be dead before anyone took that from you.

[slowd1ving]

[KILLER] SNIPPET ゜・MOZE

I'd kill for one of those really long cigarette holders but like those bubble pipes

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

It happens like this. Occasionally, a man as ill-fortuned as Moze receives gets a break. 

There’s a tumbler of whiskey on the low coffee table in the living room. Polished chestnut—if you had to describe it—with the light shining through the amber liquid just so, until it reflects onto the varnished surface. A cube of ice sits dainty in the middle, clinking as you tip the glass this way and that. 

“Don’t spill it,” the assassin murmurs. From behind the couch, breath ghosting just past your ear. You don’t shriek (perhaps he hoped you would)—you don’t even glance his way. 

“I feel like that was a redundant warning,” you remark brusquely, taking a swill of the liquor. It’s sweeter than it would’ve been normally: courtesy of the saccharine pipe nestled betwixt your fingers and the smoke still lingering in your mouth. “Were you hoping I’d jump?”

“Yes.” Short. To the point. Laconic. That’s how those outside this home would describe the man currently leaning down, hands splayed on the backrest of the couch. “We’ve got a mission tomorrow, and you still haven’t done the dishes.”

“It’s your turn,” he adds, because he likes seeing how this man’s expression wrinkles in exasperation, likes that stupid cant of your head—for it means Moze has won this little encounter. It’s all because he strongly dislikes his roommate, no other reason. 

“You suck.” Syrupy plumes ghost his face as you exhale into his face above—he doesn’t move back, even as the traces of burnt caramel become far more prominent, even as it feels like you’re blowing him a kiss more than anything.

“And you need to clean and go to sleep before you’re late,” he grits out, more annoyed than he was a moment ago. He’d say it was due to your lack of responsibility, but this angle allows the loose robe to expose your bitten collarbone—like some stupid fucking trophy. “Like you always are.”

“I’m never late, A-ze,” you enunciate each word in such a way that makes it clear you’re not drunk—so clearly the nickname is just to piss him off. A last-ditch middle finger; a threat that hasn’t worked for some time, one that makes his stomach churn uncomfortably but not enough to admit defeat. “You’re just up stupid early.”

He goes silent, in the way he does when you’re right. Instead of saying anything, he instead plucks the glass from your hand: downing the smooth alcohol from where you drank it, enjoying how for once your mouth closes just like his. The pipe in your hand tilts this way and that as you take a drag thoughtfully—recovering far too quickly for his liking. 

“A-ze.” Like this, with wisps exiting your mouth and silk draped over you, you look good enough to eat. He freezes at the implication of his thoughts, freezes at the sound of the name blanketed in some gruesome replica of affection. He hates it; hates how his heart squeezes and a faint flush of red dusts his cheekbones. Aeons. 

It is common knowledge to not toss a starving dog a bone before it hungers for more. 

“What, you don’t hate it anymore? Here I was, hoping you’d turn tail and leave,” you sigh, theatrically despondent—much like you normally are. Too damn dramatic for your own good. 

So desperate, drinking your sorrows away as if that’ll possibly work. He scoffs, striding the short distance over so he can tower over from the front. 

“Maybe you just like calling me that,” he breathes. There’s a smile playing on his lips: the rare one he gets when he knows he’s got a point, knows when he’s right. It’s unconscious—he’s far too oblivious to notice it only occurs around you. 

“I do,” you murmur. “Bet it warms your heart though. No one likes you enough to call you that.”

“So you like me?” There’s an odd buzz in his veins tonight. As the orange lights from the street blink into existence, and the room is no longer illuminated by ‘day’, he’s glad for the darkness that conceals the heat in his face. Your clothing rustles as you stand—practically nose to nose with the man in front of you.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Xiaoze,” you mutter, and the heated breath from your lips fans over his sensitive skin—mingling with the tobacco wisps and alcohol vapour. He swallows. “It’s pity.”

“Pity?” he sneers. “Like how you sleep around to get over your boyfriend? That’s not pitiful?”

“Like I said—” your tone becomes frigid as you shift closer: until his chest brushes up against yours, until he can count every lash that glows amber in the incandescent street lamps, until he can practically taste the rolling fury off your tongue. Warm. Scalding heat ebbs from your body and flows right into his own. “—don’t get ahead of yourself, Xiaoze.”

His breath comes in ragged waves. So close. When he stands so near to a human, it typically means he’s feeling life flow from them. Not like this; but he cannot bring himself to get away. 

He’s never been more thankful for his unwavering voice. 

“Don’t give bones to starving dogs,” he murmurs, mellifluous rather than jarringly annoying. “They’ll bite.”

Smoke wafts into his face as you survey his expression: flushed, brows knitted taut, lips still slick with liquor. 

“So you’re a dog, now?” Your fingers graze his chin, canting his head this way and that as he makes no moves to evade your grasp: heart beating miserably in his chest. There’s a strange sort of hunger in your gaze. 

He’s never seen it before. 

“No, it was proverbial—” Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “—you know?”

“Just as desperate as one,” you mutter. Trailing your finger down until they graze his collarbones, it’s no wonder he flinches—and you stare at him, unimpressed. “If I tell people about this, your reputation would immediately disintegrate. How many years have you cultivated that stupid mysterious image?”

“Hah—who would believe you?” It’s true, not many people would—but alas, the important ones have already witnessed this man looking at you. 

“Jiaoqiu, but I guess he already knows what a loser you are.” And you miss how when he lowers his head, he looks like a completely different person—flushed visage mired in shadow, like the assassin he truly is. He’s staring right at you, unblinking as he watches the cruel movement of your lips. 

“Don’t talk about him right now.”

And so, you don’t. 

[midnightsun-if]

OKAY NO I CANT TAKE THAT HURT. follow up (if you're up to! don't feel pressured to continue) if the mc survived the near death experience, waking up after a few days after this supposed.. uh.. war? Attack? how would the ros react? + how would the family react?

Follow up to this ask!

Everything comes back into focus abruptly, a sharp intake of breath, as if your lungs, that hadn’t truly needed oxygen for decades, were suddenly pressed to feel something natural. A reminder that you were alive, however arbitrary that word may mean when it involves your situation, and alerting the individual that had been slumped next to your bedside to the development.

A familiar gaze, filled with nothing short of relief, settles across your form like a warm embrace after spending so long in the dark, surrounded by nothing but an icy chilliness.

Koda: “You’re awake.” Large hands gently cradle your face, his soft expression speaking more than he could ever say. Shifting closer, Koda nuzzles his nose against yours, a sharp breath of relief leaving him at the feeling of your responding action, while a beaming grin stretched across his lips. “I knew you were going to be okay. I knew that everything would work out okay.” He gently trails his fingers down your cheek. “I’m not going to wait any longer to do what I’ve been wanting to do. W-Would you like to meet my family?” Whiskey brown eyes widen slightly, hope sparkling like gems within them. “I’ve wanted them to meet the man I’ve fallen in love with for a long time. I-I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Scarlett: She doesn’t move, doesn’t even shift a minuscule amount, reminiscent of a statue as emerald green eyes seemingly take you in. Soaking up everything that they could see. Within the next moment, as if she’s finally settled on something within her mind, she’s on the bed next to you, nestled into your side as she wraps her arms around you. Warm breath ghosts across your skin, Scarlett nuzzling against your neck, and a soft purr escapes, rumbling deep from her chest. Slender fingers, that had found their way underneath the thin hospital shirt, flex, as if she was truly checking you were there, and tug you closer. “You came back to me,” she whispers, placing an almost reverent kiss to the underside of your jaw. “You kept your promise.”

Cyrus/Cyra: Crimson eyes, that had clearly not seen a wink of sleep in a long time, are immediately flooded with gold, a sob erupting from their mouth as they instantly move to cradle your face. “You’re here,” they whisper, drawing as close as they’d possibly dare in your current position. Dipping their head to place a gentle kiss to your forehead, a relieved sigh being all they offered for the next moment. “Thank you. For being here, for loving me, for being everything I never knew that I needed.”

Quinn: Sapphire blue, that had darkened to such a stormy cobalt it was almost unrecognizable, shifts instantly the moment they notice you looking back, that they were given the opportunity to look into the eyes that they’ve fallen so in love with. Words fail them, they wouldn’t know how to properly explain the relief they suddenly feel, the way that their wolf was now howling in joy, and that they no longer felt the crushing weight bearing down onto their chest. “I missed you.” They finally settle on, taking your hand gently into their own. “Never do that again, okay?”

Caden: Seeing the shift in your aura, in the way that your soul no longer felt like it was crying out for a way to escape, allows their tears to fall down their face in jubilation— no longer wrought with the agony of knowing that they might lose you at any moment. In the face of your gaze, of the light that shone from your very being, they feel the hollow emptiness, the chilling grasp, abate from their heart, the dull atmosphere that the world had become suddenly awash with color. “You’re here,” they say, shifting closer to your bedside. “I’m not going to let anything hurt you again, okay? I’m going to protect you like you’ve always protected me. I promise.”

Sloane: A relieved sound escapes their mouth at the sight of you, somewhere between a strangled sob and a sharp gasp, before they get impossibly closer, pressing their forehead against your chest, relishing in the warmth that now slipped through. “You’re such an asshole,” they grunt, fingers digging into the blanket wrapped around you. “Never do that to me again.” Hazel eyes raise to meet your own, flashing gold in a clear warning. “You can’t ever do that me again. Understood? I don’t know if I’d be able to survive it a second time.”

Blake: “Sleeping Beauty has finally awoken,” they gently tease, caressing your cheek. Their attempt at levity, at the natural way they interacted with you, being completely dismantled by the shadows that hung underneath their eyes, at the red rimmed quality of shimmering violet, and the slightly pallid hue to normally tanned skin. Something they seem to take note of, and their false sense of nonchalance falls away, the weight of what had happened bearing down onto their shoulders. “We really need to work on safety precautions, angel.” They lean down and press a chaste kiss to your lips, humming at the familiar feel of you against them. “I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost you.”

Reginald/Regina: “You’re okay.” Quickly standing, they immediately almost fall back onto their chair as their feet catch on something, but it’s not an event that stops their trek towards you. Instead, they happily settle on the edge of your bed, taking your hand into their own. “I knew that you would be. It wouldn’t have made any sense for me to outlive you after all.” A gentle smile quirks their lips, but it soon falls away, their grip tightening around yours. “I’m so glad won’t be the case. I’m so glad that I still have you. There’s still so much I want to do and see, and I don’t want to do any of that without you.”

Helena: Your mother is by your side in an instant, her face uncharacteristically gentle as she cradles your face in her hands. “My little one,” she murmurs, bending down to press a kiss to your brow. “I’m so glad to see your eyes again. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost you.” Helena pauses, her expression darkening. “Well, I do, but I’d rather not cause a war if I don’t need to.”

Saraya: “Little light.” The gentle exclamation of the your childhood nickname is followed by a warm presence settling next to you. Your mama’s gentle expression filled with nothing but her love for you, warm hands running through the strands of your hair with all the care in the world. “You gave us all quite the scare—” Her smile falters at the reminder of what had happened, but her touch never falls away. “I love you, my little light, please never forget that.”

Cienna: Your eldest sister raises elegantly from the undoubtedly uncomfortable hospital chair, a picture perfect definition of grace, but the way electric blue eyes seem to sparkle with renewed life tells you the struggle that she had been subjected to in recent days. “I forgot how dramatic you can be, Beastie,” she teases, settling on the edge of your bed, taking your hand in a light grasp. “Almost dying will definitely take the cake for years to come.” Her hold tightens ever-so-slightly, obsidian black flashing within her gaze. “We’ll find out who did this, and I’ll personally ensure that they die screaming. I promise you, Beastie.”

Persephone: A relieved cry erupts from her lips at the sight of you, various kisses being placed across your face in her happiness. You vaguely note that the usual hospital blanket had been replaced by a quilt that Persephone had no doubt made just for you, its warmth, as well as the softness of it, a soothing balm against your aching body. “I was so worried, little one.” Persephone wrings her hands together, amber eyes filled with worry, before she begins to fuss over your blanket and pillows; wanting to ensure you were as comfortable as possible. “I’m so glad you’re okay. None of us would be the same without you.”

Christian: Auburn hair falls across his forehead, the normally boyish curls completely haphazard in their tousled state; his usually well put together appearance being cast to the wayside. “You’re awake,” Christian murmurs, gently taking your hands into his own shaking grip. Forest green, that’s slowly being eclipsed by obsidian, filled with nothing but adoration as he looks at you. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, as if he didn’t know what he could possibly say, but he eventually repeats the only thing that seemed important to him. “You’re awake.”

[winchesticles67]

SPN rewatch, 1X01, 'pilot'

okay so i basically just wrote down what was going through my wackadoo brain whilst watching the ep, its a little kooky and spooky but here:

why would you leave an awake 6 m/o child alone in a room wth

i hate john ew

help johns brows kill me

DEAN IS FOUR YEARS OLD WTF ARE YOU GONNA DO FOR YOUR WIFE SHES BURNING ON THE CEILING. YOU TAKE SAM AND DEAN AND GO DONT PUT THAT ON A 4 Y/O

nosy ass neighbours

silent intro???? just 'supernatural', no noise???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA JESS

so pretty woman

little jared w his floppy hairrr <333

sams face when he takes the shot kills meeeeee hes the human version of the grimacing emoji hahhahahaah

sam's friend is actually such a vibe "more shots?" "NO"

crash and burn always cracks me up

dean youre not supposed to break into peoples houses

how did jess not wake up while these two idiots just went at it??

alcoholism foreshadowing :(

a few days? dawg you guys have been on hunting trips for longer why is this so dramatic

'it wasnt easy but it wasnt that bad' STFU DEAN YOU LITTLE PISS

dont get so pissed when sam mentions mary, dean, she was his mom too you crap

not the s15 finale parallel im sobbing

wtf is that voicemail from john?? that never made sense to me

love the wade felton hairstyle jared

oh he fixed his bangs nvm

love the primal jungle screams of the first victim theyre almost funny

SAM EAT BREAKFAST YOU NEED NUTRITION

omg jensen you make me swoon "sorry cant hear you, the musics too loud :D" loved that delivery

why does dean have badges for sam if they havent been hunting together? that always confused me

dean is such a dick to these police i mean they didnt do anything wrong

sam is so morally right STOMP ON DEANS FOOT FOR THAT BITCH ASS COMMENT YOU GO GIRL

love the x files ref

i love that girls friend, asking if shes ok when two strangely vertical men are speaking to her

why does jared make his voice all raspy and tiny in the first season when sams being comforting. like its cute but it went away after s1

ah playful sibling punches. i wish they stayed that way and didnt turn into dean beating tf out of sam :/

OMG LITTLE JENSEN HAS MY HEART FR

s1 dean actually means sm to me. he still sucks but like :(( he was happy and wasnt drowned in whiskey

dean get off of sam MARY WASNT JUST YOUR MOTHER

i love the impala sm if she was a person id hit that, i get why dean loves her sm

i love that deans just covered in yuck lmao

"you smell like a toilet" you tell him sammy tell that stinky man

sam tugging an absent minded dean into the motel room by his jacket collar <3

JERK -> BITCH

jess's voicemail devastates me. i really loved her and she wasnt talked abt enough. one episode, one djinn dream, one "he was gonna marry her", two lucifer dreams, and and a teensy meaningful mention in s15

you got anything thats real? "my boobs. :D"

aaaaahhh pilot sam i cant get over him his hairs so dark and gorgeous

i love sam and his insistence on making this man feel guilty for cheating >:) get it bbg

omg pilot sam is so gorgeous his hair i love him im turning red and im swooning abt it

constance get your nightgown wearing ass away from sam :((

the glitching effect used on constance is so baddass

ew constance get of off him youre nasty. why wasnt this talked abt she was nasty

SAMS SCREAMS MAKE ME SO SAD

'im taking you home' okay sexy determined hot man

the authenticity of the props and the sets and the outfits in s1 (through like s4/5ish??) means a lot to me

"youve come home to us mommy" ew i hate kids

the sfx of constances ghost death was weird...

"AHAHAHHHA" jared i love you

"what were you thinking, shooting casper in the face, you freak?" top tier line, i love that line

NO I CANT STAND THIS SCENE. SAM DONT GO IN YOUR BEDROOM BBG

sam screaming for jess haunts me. she was his everything he loved her so much :(

not me just noticing the TEARS STREAMING DOWN SAMS CHEEKS WHEN HES STANDING BY THE IMPALA??? FUCK I HATE THIS FOR HIM

comparing sams attitude after jess's death with his attitude in the flashbacks in 'i know what you did last summer' and im screaming about it

how many ___ so far: - x files references: 1 - jerk bitches: 1

[thealtofvalleyxdoodles]

︻╦̵̵͇̿̿̿̿╤─ †å§k £ðr¢ê 1-4-1 H¢§- - - - - - - -ˎˊ-

Just some dumb thoughts

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡ E̳n̳j̳o̳y̳ ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡

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Price likes to swallow chewing gum. I mean-LOOK AT THE FUCKER. HE SWALLOWS GUM-CHANGE MY MIND. Price also likes to drink whiskey out of a tea cup-Kate just stares at him and says "John-how are you Drunk off of Tea???" and he's all "Fuck off, Mum! I ain't three no mo' Woman!"

Price has gone to a pride parade with Kate-she was in the parade bc some homophobic dude at her wife's job was trash talking her. John went as morel support (And ended up in a conga line--)

Price's famous pick-up line with the ladies is "Are ye chocolate milk? Because you make my day batter" (Yes he says Batter.)

My mans will just S T A R E at people when he's deep in thought. Like-he'll zone out and then it's just

and it's lowkey kind like-"Cap? What the fuck?"

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*୨୧ ┈┈┈┈┈ S̶i̶m̶o̶n̶ "G̶h̶o̶s̶t̶" R̶i̶l̶e̶y̶ ┈┈┈┈┈ ୨୧*

Simon wakes up every. single. night. at three am. THREE AM. Poor bby :,(

this man will randomly be reminded of something-wether it be his father or, or walking past the old park he used to play at after school as a kid, somthing else-and he'll get the urge to cry. And he'll get so spaced out John has to shake him roughly-one time he had to slap him--

Simon really really REALLY hates the smell of COOKIES. But he loves eating them???? Wtf bro-

the only thing he can cook is instant noodles. thats it. your dream cook can only cook noodles. i woke u up, your welcome.

Ghost once caught Soap tryna sneak in a few....odd pics...of him...for "Art like things, Lt!" (Like Soap can draw-Ha! He draws so much foikin' battar.)

this man can sing-and he sound like he's native to the US when he does--

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(I love this little gif of him bc he looks like he's just like "Yes ma'am-no maiming. understood" HE'S SO CUTE I CANT WSDNIGIGHNIEQG)

¸.·✩·.¸¸.·¯⍣✩ j̤̈ö̤ḧ̤n̤̈n̤̈ÿ̤ "s̤̈ö̤ä̤p̤̈" Mä̤c̤̈ẗ̤ä̤v̤̈ï̤s̤̈ḧ̤ ✩⍣¯·.¸¸.·✩·.¸

MF LIKES CHEESE BY ITSELF. im sorry-i had to say it. he does.

He-i cant even fathom how i think this-he can bake. and he's GOOD at it. Like, "Why tha fack whould ya go ta tha cheesecake fac'ory?? I can make betta shite!?" (I love him so much dfgsdinfgof8)

He draw better than Simon-Simon just has a big ego with his artwork and won't admit Johnny draws better--

Johnny (Cannonly) speaks better spanish than Graves. (LIKE HOW THE FUCK DOES A US BITCH SPEAK SPANISH SO BADDDD UGH-anyways this is bout babyboy here)

his first word nearly killed his Roman Catholic mother, "War! War! Ha ha! Warrrr!" (The poor woman, RIP)

His second word was no better. "Gay!"

how'd he learn these words?? ...His uncles. (Dad's side)

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☆★☆★→ Kͦyͦlͦeͦ "Gͦaͦzͦ" Gͦaͦrͦrͦiͦcͦkͦ ←☆★☆★

So like-idk why but when i first saw this man i was like: "...yeah-he vapes."

also-WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HOLD THE LIGHTER WITH TWO HANDS????

anyways-he likes to snuggle with a little stuffie from when he was a kid-it's a small pink bunny too. it's missing an ear and he had to re-sew a foot on with a spare sock but other than that, it's still lookin pretty good.

"Hey-John? ...Why the fuck are you staring at me like that, Sir??"

(See Johnathan "Bravo-06" Price)

I headcannon that he has like-three older cousins he talks to whenever he can-like-he sends them a text at least every day

i also think he has a big family.

and that he is the ONLY BRITISH MAN that can cook-like he and Kate?? god-DAYUM. They are a STORM in the kitchen.

Im sorry-but this man will only call you "Love" and "Mamas"-nothing else. Change my mind-I dare you. (If he's tired it'll be a small "Hunnybun")--

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( ノ・・)ノ g̤̈ä̤r̤̈ÿ̤ "r̤̈ö̤ä̤c̤̈ḧ̤" s̤̈ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ë̤r̤̈s̤̈ö̤n̤̈ ( /・・)ノ

Baby boy is ALWAYS FORGOTTEN SO-FUCK ALL OF YOU, IM TAKING MY SON AND LEAVING

My baby boy LOVES to watch 90's cartoons on his phones after missions. Like all anyone will hear from his room is, "Oh ThE tHiNgS i Do FoR lOvE!!" (If you dont know what show this is from, your too young to be on my page)

He used to get called "Gar-bear" by his mom bc he used to watch so much spongebob as a kid.

He ADORESSS the homemade food from his teamates-even if it's just Simon's instant noodles. </3 he is everything to me, omg

He can speak English, Spanish, German, French, and ASL. (American sign language)

When he's really pissed off he'll say the one curse word he knows in Slovak. ("Kurva!" it means fuck-dont ask how i know that...)

He has a small ant farm at home. He has a few other friends (not from work ofc) look after them when hes gone <3

Secretly really good at arts and crafts-he makes his own jewelry for himself and Gaz-bc Gaz is the ONLY ONE who remembers he's alive half the time.

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✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ Kå†ê "W冢hêr-1" Lå§wêll ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

Laswell-ooOOOoOO! Laswell-this woman rivals gordon ramsey in the kitchen.

Best chiken pot pie you've ever tasted-ever.

She makes homemade coffee for the task force. and it's Good.

She favors blackberry crumble-her wife makes it. You can NOT tell me otherwise.

advid user of "Honey", "Darling", and "Dear" for people she likes-minus, minus John. Minus John....minus John....

and by people she likes i mean people she thinks of as HER kids.

anybody tryna mess wit ghost, soap, gaz, or roach??? just a simple "Las-" and mama's coming out to fucking MURDER.

thems is her BOIS, ok?? ok.

Price once called her mama bear-and she was like, "Yes i am, so what? How's that affect your day, Price?"

she's scarily good at throwing her slippers at things-once soap asked her to hit the clock-and she did-dead center. im talking where the teeny tiny little bolt that keeps the hands in place.

i could rant all day long about mommy Kate tbh-

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and thats it. i might make more-depends.

thanks for reading!!

———๑•̀ᴗ•̀) ʋ ǟ ʟ <3 (•̀ᴗ•̀๑———

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

MAC. OH MY GOD. HEAD IN HANDS. HOLY SHIT. ashe is in college (normal college i think??) VYCNENT IS IN SUPERHERO COLLEGE!!!! wiwi fucking around in the woods..... dakota also in college i think??? idk that wasn't super clear 2 me but i think he's there IDK I WAS JUST SO EXCITED FOR ALL OF THEM TO BE LIKE. EXISTING IN THE SAME PLACE!!!! ashe oughhh ashe i missed u ashe <3 i like to think he still has the trickster's wings. thats canon 2 me idc. oh my godd they're doing like. relatively normal shit!!!!!! aaaa!!!! oh i need 2 write a fic about them in college. i got 2. i MUST. even just a oneshot idc i wanna do it!!!

THE IRL MARIOKART AGAIN!!!! LE FROG!!! WILLIAM'S FUNERAL!!!! THE SILLIES ARE BACK!!!!!!!! SHENANIGANS!!!! oh that was so good. that was SO GOOD!!!!! oh im going 2 cry. i didn't cry and then it got to dakota with his aunt and i teared up a lil and then it had william falling off the cliff and landin gin the dirt and just. holding the soil in his hands and feeling it and i actually cried a lil. man. also CANTRIP IS NOT IN THE SPIRIT WORLD!!! WHERE IS SHE!!! DOES THIS MEAN SHE'S ALIVE OR IS SHE A GHOST I DON'T KNOWWWW GOD I WANT 2 KNOW. I WANT 2!!!! and atlas being killed. an X being carved into him. XAVIER VILLAIN ARC????? 👀👀👀👀 PERHAPS??? god i hope so. i would love to see him as a villain. i rly like xavier actually and i think he deserves to go a little apeshit <3 SO EXCITED FOR WHATEVER THE FUCK IS GONNA HAPPEN WITH MAL!!! GUY WAS ALREADY FUCKED UP AND NOW HE'S EVEN MORE UNHINGED!!!!! i like mal a lot. he fucking sucks. terrible horrible awful little man. i love him so much he's such a cool fucking character i want to throw him out a window <3 idiot shit bastard man!!!!!! and william asking vyncent if he would come to ghim funeral. bro was like THIS CLOSE 2 asking him out. i am telling u. and btw william's fucking "vyncent did you realize anything while i was gone?" right ebfore vyncent just passes tf out in ep39 was so fucking. yeah. that's ghostknife!!!!!!! it always almost happens and then it fucking doesn't!!! i love that for them i hope they're ten times as gay and awkward in s3 <3

GOD. that was so good. finales always fuck me up dude. im so fucking emotional. i feel like my entire being is vibrating like a lightning rod or some shit. ALSO u gotta send me more trivia abt the episodes!!! i think the last one u sent me was for episode 15 of s2. GOD PLS SEND ME GREYSCALE AND DEADWOOD TRIVIA!!!!!! I WANT IT!!!!! I WANT 2 KNOW WHAT THE HELL CHARLIE WAS THINKING DURING GREYSCALE. WHAT WERE UR THOUGHTS KING!!! TELL ME MR SLMCL!!!!!!!!

man. im gonna listen 2 bitb next but i feel like i gotta take a few days first yk??? i gotta let that shit sink in. i hope ur havin a good time reading worm <3 i wil start worm soon!! i just wanna get thru jrwi first bc if i try to get into more than one thing at a time that i know will inhabit my entire brain i feel like my brain is melting. too many blorbo thoughts i gotta stick to one thing first. anyway yeah that was. fucking wild <3 ty for getting me into jrwi i regret nothing

HIIIIIIIIIII WHISKEY. SORRY I LET THIS SIT IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG I LOVE YOU.AUGH. PRIME DEFENDERS MY LOVE. every day i think about yakko showing up in cosplay . that made me so happy. ashe winters i love you so dearly. i have so many thoughts about post s2 ashe. if ashe isnt in s3 im going to fucking riot.

when i tell you that fucking part with the cliff made me UGLY CRY . like full on. "and you stay there" lives in my head forever.

EXTREMELY EXCITED ABOUT A POSSIBLE XAVIER VILLAIN ARC. LIKE. THATS GOTTA BE HIM RIGHT. THAT CANT NOT BE HIM. i wonder if allen is with him. fuck. AND WHERES CANTRIP. GOD. i miss her :( i think she deserves to go full vengeful spirit on williams ass and haunt him like a fucking poltergeist. god forbid women do anything.

dude finales fuck me up so bad too. god. 39 hurts me just a little bit more than 40 but 40 is still SOOOO insanely good to me. 40 was like the breath of fresh air we needed. i dont think 40 hit me as hard as a finale because i know we're getting a 3rd season so its not OVER yet. but something about it just made it feel so much more impactful than a regular season finale. god. i miss them so much.

IM SO GLAD YOU GOT INTO JRWI !!!!!!! ITS BEEN SO FUN SEEING YOU GUYS REACT TO EVERYTHING!!!!!! jrwi has been like. HUGE main hyperfix for me since like. last october. so im having sooooo much fun forever. hehehehe. me when my beloved mutuals and i are all into the same piece of media again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[deathdetermineslife]

i feel like answering the rest of the asks I haven't answered for this ask game I made :] feel free to read if u so choose ,,, (I do really appreciate when people do <3)

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disregarding the career your f/o currently has, what other career would they consider going into, if given the chance?

when i wrote this one out i was honestly unsure of what I would say if I got this. because, in truth, I know kiyo really loves anthropology, and while I'm probably just projecting onto him, I doubt he would've ever liked it if it weren't for his sister.

its an interesting train of thought to go down, because in essence, he doesn't exists without her. everything down to his appearance and uniform and talent is all influenced by her. so what would he do if not anthropology? i cant say. i like to think maybe he would still be in the history field, or he would be doing something else entirely. I've seen a lot of people say maybe something to do with the mortuary world?

is your f/o religious? what's their opinion on religion or spirituality?

he isnt religious, but he believes in ghosts (clearly). he doesn't nessecarily think that there's some spiritual higher force or anything like that, but be believes your soul persists after death.

is your f/o more comfortable giving or receiving gifts? why? do they have any preferences on gifts they like receiving?

hmm... definitely giving. though he doesn't mind receiving gifts. he doesn't know exactly how to react when people give him things.

he prefers hand made things. they hold more meaning to him. though he's not opposed to anything gift in particular.

if your f/o could change one thing about themselves, what would they change and why?

I don't think there's much. though, a lot of people find him creepy or mysterious which hinders his anthropological abilities, he thinks. so hed likely change that in favor of coming off as more approachable.

I don't think he has many problems with his appearance or personality other than that...

does your f/o have any remedies they follow when they get sick? like taking a shot of whiskey to get rid of a fever?

he will try anything than go to the doctors. any remedy you can think of he's doing before even considering it. or just toughing it out.

when your f/o was little, did they dislike vegetables? do they still dislike them?

mmm, no I don't think so. he's not picky by any means, I don't think he ever was. "vegetables keep you healthy" or whatever.

he still likes them, well, more like has no strong feelings on them

does your f/o have a favorite animal? what is it? are they scared of any animals?

I think his favorite animals are snakes! or maybe ravens. animals that symbolize death, he's fond of. i don't think he's scared of any animal, though. he doesn't seem like the type. maybe bugs? but those aren't animals.

what are some beige flags your f/o has? so, not bad, but not nessecarily good either. just. "oh. you do This."

he will tell me the craziest anthropological fact, and when I ask "oh my god is that really true?" he'll say no. is he lying to me ? is he lying about lying ? who knows. oh that and hell eat anything raw. but I also do this. just for the experience.

how does your f/o feel about death? are they afraid of it? is there anything specific they'd like to do before they die?

he has a deep fascination with death. "how you come to terms with death also determines how you live". he's not afraid of death, he welcomes it.

as for what he wants to do before he dies, probably make several significant contributions to the anthropological world. contributions that actually mean something, not like theories that have limited importance.

does your f/o have a favorite scent? why is it their favorite? do they have a least favorite scent?

hmmm... Ive always thought he liked woody, herbal, musky scents. like incense and essential oils.

I don't think he likes a lot of clean scents...? like, laundry detergent, cleaners and scents that are overly sterile. they remind him of hospitals.

does your f/o have any allergies? food or otherwise?

I've shared this before but I headcanon that he's lactose intolerant. solely because I am also lactose intolerant.

does your f/o have any food dishes they make often? is there any foods you make for your f/o that they enjoy?

obligatory "kiyo really likes spaghetti" ITS CANON GUYS LOOK. official spaghetti kiyo merch.

I make him pierogi's often :] and halusky. #pennsylvaniacore

[kaisarionwrites]

yea so i fufilled a friends fantasy with this, sorry if its not in a crazy accurate character, its the thought that counts...

listen to the song i picked while you read if you want

kiss the go-goat by ghost

Hey, Baby, Kiss the Goat

Whoa, kiss, kiss, kiss the Go-Goat

They say fleeting eye contact is something that only happens in movies, to fated lovers meant to meet in every universe. 

They never told David Strider that sometimes fleeting eye contact happens between two ‘totally straight’ childhood best friends who spend every moment together. Except right now.

Shades on, even when he's inside and it's the middle of the night. Yet every time those stupid blue eyes dared to look at his face, he just stopped thinking. Stupid college parties. Stupid friends. Stupid alcohol. Life was stupid, this was stupid, he should have never come here. Dave Strider knows better.

You've been playing around the magic that is black

But all the powerful magical mysteries never gave a single thing back

“Can I get two shots of whiskey? Straight.” 

A 10$ bill slipped across the plastic makeshift table. Music drowned out any attempt at small talk, he tilted his head back as the warmth spread down his throat and into his chest. Maybe if he couldn’t think he wouldn’t think about John.

You've been daddied by all the dudes that were not dad

And all those dads never gave you the things that you should've had

“Whoa, dude. Sorry.”

A taller figure bumped into him, and shaded eyes looked up to see the passing glance of sharp edged frames. With how loud the environment was, he heard the apology crystal clear. 

“I-”

Thump. Thumping. Fuck. His heart made itself known in his chest, and he grabbed his shirt with his hand. He pushed past the brother-lookalike. He needed air. Fuck. He weaved through the people, not even bothering with apologies, just swimming for some sort of space. 

Not his brother. Just Dirk.

Fucking figures. He comes to a party practically by himself, with a crowd he doesn't run with, without John. Well, John IS here. That's the kicker. That's the big fuck you in his face. John is here and isnt with him. That’s the salt in the wound. The big finale of tonight. John Egbert is here and isnt with him. Because who would want to hang around Dave Strider when Dave Strider can't even be himself.

It ain't always what it seems when you cling onto a dream

It ain't always there to please you (please you)

- turntechGodhead [TG] started pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] at 03:21-

TG: rose

TG: i had another fucking dream about him. I feel like such an asshole dude theres no way hes into me why would he be into me

TG: oh my god i cant fucking breathe

TG: rose i think im in love with him and i dont know what the fuck to do

TG: im 19 for fucks sake why am i still into this fucking nerd from when i was 13

TT: David.

TT. I don't think there has ever been a time in my life of knowing you where you weren't into him.

TT: You have always been into him. You just never wanted to admit it.

TG: fuck off

- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] at 03:25-

But he's the guy you wanna do and you know that it takes two

“Dave?”

.  .  .

“Dude are you okay? What are you doing here by yourself?”

A door shut in the distance of his brain. John Egbert. In the flesh. Actually speaking to him for the first time tonight and where is it? The fucking family bathroom. The only place that has enough space for Dave to sprawl onto the floor without anyone else having to see the mess that he was. Except for John. because of course.

“God, dude.” 

A thump. Not his heart this time. A body. John. Sitting next to him. Body warmth.  A real person Dave could physically touch and be near. 

“Dude.” A croak. A lame imitation of a person who was okay. “I feel like shit.” Dave admitted with a chuckle that shook his whole body like a sob. He might’ve well have been crying. Why did this feel so foreign? Their entire lives, they've spent moments like these together. The quiets before the storms. Why was this different?

“You look like shit, Dave. I was getting worried when I saw you stumble in here a while ago.” 

A warm hand on his shoulder. Dave didn’t move. He didn’t want to scare off the physical touch he craved so deeply. “How uhh.. How long have I been in ‘ere?” 

“Oh you know. 15 minutes or so?”

The hand shifted its grip. It tentatively bordered the intimate placement of his neck, fingertips playing with the hem of Dave’s shirt. Nails brushed against the tan skin of the man on the floor, and its like the world outside didn’t fucking matter.

“Dude.” Dave reached up, grip slipping on his shades before he pushed them off his face. Blue eyes. Fuckin electic blue eyes.

“Have I ever mentioned how fuckin’ intoxicating your eyes are to look at?” 

Luckily he wants to do you too

The hand was cold. Fingers bony and thin and lanky yet they were also the same hands that belonged to the boy that he loved so much. That same boy, the dork that would yap about his favorite movie and Dave would pretend to not care but then go watch it by himself later, his lips were on Dave, and Dave was too drunk to care that he kissed back without a thought. Hands cupped John’s face, fumbling the glasses off to bring their faces closer, noses pressed against each other, breathing each other's air, existing in each other's space. One back on a dirty bathroom floor, one pair of legs straddling the other, a shirt slightly pushed up from the commotion, another awkward bump of their noses, and life couldn’t be more perfect.

[mariatesstruther]

I’m with you on your Joel and Maria would be best friends agenda. Once she realises he’s changed like Tommy did and genuinely cares about Ellie, and once he gets over his distrust of this random woman whose now his sister-in-law, they’d totally be best buds.

Just imagine them teaming up to tease Tommy about whatever, and he tells her all the embarrassing stories Tommy has kept quiet. They’d talk about their new children, and how they still feel the ghosts of their firstborns. She feels completely safe leaving the baby with him because he’s so gentle with it and she knows he’ll never let anything happen to the baby. They’d end up trusting each other so much they’d go on patrols together. They’d team up on family board game night and practically leave Ellie and Tommy in tears because they’re far too good at Cluedo. And they’d save each others sanity with a nice relaxing coffee when the other is a little stressed dealing with a newborn and extroverted husband or a hyper teenage girl.

Best friends agenda, count me in

LOVE U FOR THIS NONNIE 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾 JOELMARIA BEST FRIEND AGENDA CAN BE SOMETHING SO PERSONAL 🤧🤌🏾🫶🏾

some more mariajoel bestie brainrot for u bc u deserve it, i deserve it, we all deserve it:

• joel and maria ripping tommy a new one after he does some foolish carpenter shit (which they BOTH told him not to do, tommy. how many times did they tell him not to do xyz?) and gets hurt. they don’t particularly like each other, at this point, but they cant help but team up at tommy’s bedside because they both berate and baby him the EXACT same way. for weeks they work together to take care of ellie while they nurse tommy’s whatever-is-injured back to health, bonding and worrying and parenting together. by the time he’s recovered, his wife and his brother are the best of friends

• joel and maria both being the Biggest Introverts in Jackson but also somehow the most appreciated and loved by everyone. they start going off on patrols together just to get away from people and not have to fucking talk for a while, and also sometimes to blow off some necessary steam (i think this goes beautifully with @clickergossip’s idea that joel takes maria out to do things like cut down trees and shoot game so she can get some of her pain and rage out)

• joel helps maria retwist her hair every few months (thank you, @liveandletcry23), and when baby miller is born they have retwisting days in which they form an ADORABLE hair-maintenance train: joel doing maria’ hair, while maria is doing baby miller’s. ellie hops in sometimes in various spots after she learns to retwist locs too.

(tommy has been long banished from the hair maintenance train. he pulls.)

• sometimes joel enlists tommy and ellie’s help give maria her own miller-hosted spa days. these are some of her favorite times of the year, full of foot rubs from tommy and board game tournaments with ellie and tall glasses of their good whiskey, which she always shares gratefully with joel

• speaking of board games, maria and joel would ABSOLUTELY crush tommy in any and everything, as you mentioned here. the idea of them just completely annihilating tommy and ellie in a board game marathon until they both rage quit is SENDING ME. ellie flipping over the board for whatever they’re playing and storming out, cursing up a storm, while tommy just sits there pouting like “im not gonna repeat what she’s sayin but she’s right”

• tommy and ellie get so fed up at some point that they flat out ban maria and joel from playing shit with them. maria is only allowed temporary acceptance back in while she’s pregnant, because she loves games and the millers have a Pact to make pregnant maria happy. they will all do whatever they can to make sure she has the easiest, safest, and most fun pregnancy possible, and that includes letting her crush them at whatever game she likes

• kevin’s first birthday following the birth of baby miller is weighing especially heavy on her, and all the millers can tell. tommy and ellie decide to have baby time for the day while joel takes maria out to the lake, just so she can spend some time to breathe and think and grieve. when she starts to look a little less suffocated, he asks her if she’s ever built a cairn. she hasn’t, so he explains what it is while remembering the time he made one for tess. they make new ones by the lake together, her’s for kevin and his for sarah. they walk back to jackson together, hand in hand, with maria feeling lighter than she has in years

• they’re usually greeted back from their best friend time with tommy, ellie, and baby miller trying to hide some sort of evidence of whatever minor crime they’ve undoubtedly committed in the absence of reason. anytime they ask what they’ve been up to, ellie and tommy respond with uncannily similar versions of “nothing!!!!! everything’s fine!!!” until eventually baby miller gets old enough to snitch, which they always do

• baby miller is maria and tommy’s lil baby, but they are joel’s precious little meow meow that has never done and will never do anything wrong in their adorable little life. for their first few years, their feet rarely ever touch the ground because tío joel is always ALWAYS down to carry them anywhere and for however long. maria struggles being close to the baby at first, and it’s clear in the way she almost entirely lets them be held by tommy and joel unless she has to breastfeed. the miller boys notice, of course, and tommy suggests her and joel have some time at the lake. her and joel have a long and important talk about how it feels to love another child after losing your first. hearing joel talk about loving ellie and loving sarah starts to soothe something in her she didnt know needed soothing. she doesn’t hold back in loving baby miller after that, and joel reminds her at least once every few months what an amazing mother she is, to the both of her kids

• for their birthdays one random year, maria gifts all of the millers with their own horse. in response, they surprise her with a christmas puppy

[ltcolonelcarter]

So… I wanna know if you have a couple sentences (maybe even a paragraph) that you feel best shows off your talent. And share plez me wanna see 🧍🏻‍♀️😌

ohhhh I’ve thought about this for so long. SO LONG.

I… cheated, and have picked a few. it’s difficult to pick something without also nitpicking it, so I’ve tried to go for a range that show you what I feel best represents my ✨style✨

a question of time, ch 1

Firm, withholding the worst of her disappointment for his benefit; still, his pervading thought was that she hadn’t looked at him for more than a few seconds at a time, as though avoiding him—or perhaps avoiding the ghost of someone else. Instead she’d spoken to the roses she tended, blooming a glorious, vivid crimson, and let him overhear.

occasionally I’ll write a line and it just captures exactly what I ✨see✨. this last line, Amanda not even caring enough to look at Sixty, so consumed by her garden, was that. her disinterest… Sixty, like Connor, looking for approval and finding none… sigh. it’s the perfect starting point for him. not even doomed, just… inconsequential

all of ch 6 of aqot was a Struggle, but in terms of interesting style/formatting I was super happy with how it turned out. the non-chronological order worked out far better than I’d hoped. I cant add any more aqot without spoilers, so I’ll leave it there 😏

last call, ch 2

In their usual seats by the bar, Connor and Hank sit, locked in rapid fire conversation. Hank’s nursing something that looks suspiciously not like his favourite whiskey, which tells you they’re not celebrating, and Connor’s gesticulating as he speaks, his face animated and expressive.

Hank makes a comment, punctuated with the sway of his glass, and Connor laughs at him, his eyes bright; the loose collection of colleagues around them laugh too, following his lead, and you’re caught in the sound, isolated against the background noise of the bar, bathed in colour by the string lights above.

okay so I’m sure you pointed this one out to me before buuuut… it feels exactly the way I wanted it to. it’s a warm moment watched from a distance. I feel like it subtly catches character without being too weighed down with description. I’ve been working recently on trying to build up scenes and atmosphere without getting caught up in length prose, and this one shows a nice balance, I think.

I think I’m going to combust, but thank you for this ask, it’s been interesting and I got to yell a BUNCH

[lzrusrising]

— ˗ˋ intro post ˊ˗ —

— ˗ˋ about ˊ˗ —

woaoa okay i havent done one of these yet so i though, hey, might be time to actually post one.

vincent + whiskey are the main two names that i go by , call me any i dont really mind. i go by any pronouns with a stronger pref for masc and neu prns rather than fem , but again i dont really mind.

i have a fuckton of labels and non of them really 100% fit me , but ill just go ahead and say im genderfluid , aroace & queer:) im also taken and have a lovely gf , kat ♡

i am autistic & have ocd so occasionally replying to texts/posting is difficult for me so bare that in mind

I <3 my mutuals sm you all r so so cool!!! i am the most awkward person when it comes to conversations, but feel free to message anytime my dms r open:)

— ˗ˋ interests ˊ˗ —

current spinterest is ✩ ₊˚ fanfiction & fandom

current hyperfix is ✩ ₊˚ supernatural

other stuff i like includes ✩ ₊˚ 1917 , nbc hannibal , ianowt , fleabag , derry girls , wwdits , james bond , dps , pacific rim , the boys , eboys on youtube , cod , nitw , ghost/mystery files , poetry , analysing books , music , purrgatory (game) , video essays , *writing* & a lot more but i cant think:,,)

— ˗ˋ account rules ˊ˗ —

before you follow ✩ ₊˚ i mainly post about spn but occasionally ill post smthn different , i kinda fluctuate on who im talking about the most - sometimes i’ll be deancas posting and other times ill be samcas posting or sometimes ill just post about one character for a week straight. idk how to explain it , i have really bad spelling because i type super fast , uhh uhhh uhhhh im from the uk so timezones might be different , and idk what else to say!!!

dont follow ✩ ₊˚ basic dni crit (homophobic, racist, etc) , and for this blog thats literally about it. ill block if im uncomfortable or just dont want you following.

thank you sm for reading !!!! have a good day :)

[anachronistic-falsehood]

HELLO WHISKEY I HEAR WE ARE DOING BLORBO TALKS. i have so many. unfortunately you will have to put up with me talking about danny ohantom <3 i was tempted to go with gillion but ill save him for another time. daniel james phantom the original blorbo ever.

i love you unintentional trans allegories. i love you ghost themed superhero. danny was a 14 yr old kid who got caught up in his ghost hunter parents' crazy machinery trying to open a portal between the real world and the ghost zone (where all the ghosts live) and danny accidentally turned it on WHILE HE WAS INSIDE THE MACHINE. and it kind of. well. ripped him apart. the boy literally died at 14 . but also he didnt die. he got stuck between two dimensions and it made him fucked up and gave him superpowers !!!!!

Something i absolutely love abt the show is that in season 1, dannys powers are still REALLY new to him and he doesnt know how to use them. he doesnt learn how to actually weaponize his powers until episode 4 !!! for a monster of the week type show where he literally has to Fight Something every episode, thats a long ass time spent not knowing how to fight things!!!! he does stuff on accident like turning invisible at random or turning intangible and falling through the floor/through an object and tripping. its so. painfully awkward teen and i love it so much.

hes still a snarky annoying quippy teenage boy, but hes also scared. he doesnt know what the hell is going on ever, and the only person who has any idea what hes going through is another half-ghost who is. literally his arch nemesis!! actively trying to kill his dad!!! he cant go to that guy for help!!! but also theyre the only two people like this in the whole world so there is plenty of "we're a lot more similar than you realize" on both sides. augh.

luckily !!! he has two friends (Tucker and Sam) who were there with him the day of the accident and know everything about his powers. so hes not totally alone. and later on his older sister Jazz figures out his identity and has the mindset of "im not going to confront him about this, he'll come to me on his own terms" and instead helps cover for him with their parents behind his back :] and he does go to her about it eventually!! and she becomes part of the team!!! the sibling dynamic is so real. Jazz is so annoying sometimes but so is danny theres a really good balance of "siblings annoying each other but if you try to hurt them ill kill you" energy.

do not look at the dp fandom theyre all wrong about everything ever. the show is not full of angst 24/7 its actually very lighthearted and funny and fun to watch despite the. tanked writing in later episodes !!! however the premise is literally a teenage boy getting ripped apart by the ghost dimension so naturally the implications are. well. you know.

ANYWAY!!!!!! ghost boy forever. <3

MACCC I LOVE WHEN U TALK ABT DANNY PHANTOM!!! i didn't watch much of it but i watched a handful of episodes and yeagh that is guy goin thru Problems right there!!! my beloved blorbo in law <3 u go u funky lil teenage boy who got ripped apart by a ghost dimension and literally died at 14 but also didn't die <3 FUCKED UP PREMISE!!!LOVE THAT THE SHOW IS SO LIGHTHEARTED ABT IT!!!! that's so funny. making a comedy out of something fucked up <3

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Author/Writer Masterlist

A Part Of Me (ao3) - stelleshine michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 77k

Summary: After a skate park mishap, could Michael really be lucky enough to find the love of his life in the emergency department?

Breakage (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum, michael/luke E, 20k (WIP)

Summary: "What happened to him?" "He's crazy, Luke. Really, we all are. Some are just crazier than the rest."

OR- the one where Luke ends up in an asylum and Michael just happens to be the most damaged one there.

Don't Let Me Go (ao3) - converse_luke luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 2k

Summary: They sat at the island, across from each other. “Do you not love me anymore?"

~ ~

Or in which Luke just wants to be coddled and Ashton doesn't realize until it's too late.

Honey Whiskey (ao3) - SweetLunaChase calum/ashton, michael/luke M, 1k

Summary: Alternatively, Calum has played as Ashton's bitch one too many times and decided that he's gonna put his foot down. Again.

Or at least he thinks he will.

if my wall clock tells me that it's 4 in the morning i'll give it hell (ao3) - crankgameplays luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: basically writer!ashton with a small case of lukesomnia and artstudent!luke who also cant sleep and he draws ashton a lot okay its not his fault the boy has such a nice face, he /has/ to draw it.

John Dough - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/calum/ashton E, 15k

Summary: The one where Luke is an erotica writer pining after Calum the mailman but, also, the small-town baker is pretty hot too.

lowercases and capitals (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 10k

Summary: “Fuck, Luke, two minutes ago you were whining about Ashton not flirting with you enough, and now you’re making eyes at the barista.” Michael laughs a little as he says it, shaking his head in that special way he has that means he’s surprised at how unsurprised he is by Luke. It’s the same way he shakes his head when he catches Luke dumping powdered sugar on orange slices, or settling in to watch 10 Things I Hate About You for the hundredth time.

“I can find two different guys desirable at the same time,” Luke replies defensively. What’s the point of college, anyway, if you can’t enjoy the fact that you can bump into a different hot guy around every corner?

misguided ghosts, traveling endlessly (ao3) - lashtn luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Sometimes he’ll find Luke curling on the couch in his apartment, surrounded by pillows and a blanket wrapped around him tightly

Ashton will write about how perfectly Luke fits in his couch, in his apartment. He will write about how he wants to protect Luke from the world. He wants to be home for the other boy, for his hand to fit in Luke’s as perfectly as Luke fits in his own home, for his arms wrapping around him to be enough for him to feel safe.

Sometimes Ashton’s not sure he’s enough.

Paper Thin (ao3) - boomerluke michael/luke, calum/ashton, luke/calum M, 77k

Summary: After leaving behind a past he'd rather forget, Luke is excited to finally be living on his own. With the help of his foster parents and best friend, Calum, he finds the perfect apartment- well, almost. The walls are paper thin and there's no hot water after 11 pm, but Luke doesn't care. It's finally a place that Luke can call his own, and while it's lonelier than he expected, it's all his. And if that means he can spend each night curled up with a hot cup of tea reading aloud his favorite mystery novel, he's happy.

Contrary to what his best friend Ashton thinks, Michael likes his life as it is, thank you very much. After surviving an accident that left him permanently blind, Michael's become dependent on his monotonous schedule. Breakfast with Ashton, working on the next novel for his publicist, and dinner with his neighbor, Sierra. Routine and control rule his life and keep him shackled to his shoebox of an apartment, but he prefers it this way. Until he hears his new neighbor reading aloud the book that he wrote.

So Inn Love (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) michael/luke E, 9k

Summary: Michael is a summer employee at the inn by the beach and Luke is a famous author who checks into that very same inn for the summer.

the surprise ending i'm depending on (ao3) - diets0dasociety michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 15k

Summary: It seems the most obvious escape route: that he’s panicking over nothing and three years has a peculiar way of tweaking certain memories and it’s completely understandable that he’d see a similar phrase and make a connection in his head. It’s probably nothing, probably just another high-profile event he’ll get pleasantly tipsy whilst attending and forget about within a few weeks, once the hangover’s disappeared and unwanted texts from random numbers he’s obtained throughout the night stop filtering in.

And yet.

or, Calum receives an invitation that opens up a window to his past.

Waffles (ao3) - takeitoffhemmo michael/luke M, 11k

Summary: "Let's get drunk and eat waffles."

Or

Where Luke's boyfriend dumps him and Michael picks up the pieces.

Wanna Scream, Wanna Shout It Out (He Feels So Good) (ao3) - orphan_account calum/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Ashton meets Calum once and writes a song about him.

why don't you be the writer and assign the words i say (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton, minor michael/calum G, 4k

Summary: Ashton debates telling him his name, wonders if it will click in Luke’s head that he was the author of the book his friend had dubbed ‘the greatest’. Then again, he’s not even sure if the guy likes his book, so maybe he should keep it safe.

or Ashton meets Luke on a public transport and notices that he's reading his book, but chooses not to say anything about it.

Written Smitten (ao3) - moonbands calum/ashton N/R, 3k

Summary: Calum bumps into a very attractive boy and finds himself confusing the boy's name for the love interest's name in his novel.

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Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more - 3 But is was merry. Very.

Post-Episode: s06e06 How the Ghosts Stole Christmas

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Part of the Scully is a human Series

———

She walked outside expecting to see Mulder pulling out or already gone. Her heart fluttered when she saw him standing by his car leaning on the door. Seemingly waiting for her. She walked across the lawn to him and dropped her bags in the grass. She stepped off the curb and leaned on the car next to him, still holding the bottle of whiskey. They stood silently for a while before Mulder spoke.

“If I was a smoking man I'd be having one right about now.”

“Mulder I’m sorry.” She turned her head to look up at him.

“Don’t worry about it Scully.” He looked back at her “Its not Christmas in the Mulder household without someone screaming about repressed emotions. It was like home. You’ll have to excuse me for leaving I didn’t want to ruin the rest of your very normal family’s night.”

“Were not normal. We’re Irish. I could tell you a ton of stories just like this.” She sighed.

Mulder laughed “Well I think getting into a fight with your brother would’ve ruined the night for everyone.”

She laughed for a split second but it turned to tears. Mulder put an arm around her and squeezed her close. She wiped her tears and shook her head trying to smile. 

He looked up at the stars. “You’re not responsible for Melissa’s death Scully.” He said quietly. “Krychek is, and I promise you one day, I’ll be there when he faces the consequences.”

Scully sighed and leaned into him.

“I left. Im going back with you.”

“No, you’re going to go back inside to work it out with your family.”

She pulled away and gave him a determined look. A look Mulder knew well and adored. “Mulder I’ve had enough of people telling me what I can and cant do for one night. Besides I told Bill I’m dead to him, I cant go back in there now.”

Mulder looked sheepish “I’m sorry Scully, I shouldn’t have come.” 

She put a hand on his cheek. “Mulder this isn’t your fault.  My brother takes after my father, he’s controlling and he thinks thats love.” She turned back to the car crossing her arms “But my dad was good-natured and cheery. Bill’s devoid of humour and has a mean streak like no other.”

Mulder played with a pebble in the road and nodded.

She pursed her lips and tilted her head.

“Drive to my place and I’ll make us some tea.” She held up the whiskey and Mulder laughed.

“We can watch a movie or I can tell you about the great Scully feud of ’83.” She didn’t want to let him alone after the things Bill had said. She didn’t want to be alone after the things Bill had said to her either.

Mulder smiled at this and looked up at the stars again. 

“I rented Die Hard” She said in a sign song voice.

He smiled at this and met her eyes. “The answer was going to be yes anyway.”

“Good” She said smirking. She gathered her things, went to her car and got in. 

She pulled up behind him and parked, he was leaning against his car again apple cake container on the trunk. She climbed out of her car and got all of her bags. 

She walked up to him a smile on her face

He said “Beat you” 

“I didn’t know we were in a race” she said playfully defensive.

He scooped up the apple cake.

“We’re always in a race” he smirked and took the bags from one side of her shoulders.

She laughed as they made their way inside. 

“This is incredible” Mulder said his mouth full. “I completely renounce apple pie.”

“It's good isn’t it.” Scully smiled taking a bite of the piece in her hand.  

They were sitting on her striped plush couch facing each other. Scully was cross legged, the bundt shaped cake between them a knife lying on the top. They had no plates and were eating with their hands.

“I hope your mom knows Ill be expecting one of these every Christmas.”

“Ill let her know” Scully smirked.

They washed the cake down with healthy pours of the whiskey. Mulder sipped. Scully downed hers in one. She drank whiskey like it was water, there was no trace of disgust on her face. It impressed and intrigued him. 

Mulder raised his eyebrows. She shrugged back.

“What” she said

Mulder shook his head, “You’re impressive thats all. Where’d you learn to drink whiskey like that?”

“I think it started with whiskey on our gums when we were teething.”

Mulder blinked

“Cradle to grave” she said pouring another glass and setting the bottle down on the coffee table.

Mulder couldn’t help but find this version of Scully extremely attractive. 

He finished his piece, put the cake on the coffee table, and put his knee up on the couch getting more comfortable.

“How was it growing up with that many cousins and siblings and aunts and uncles?”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t have much family growing up, I just want to know how you liked it I guess.”

“Well… it was a lot of fun. The was always someone to play with or to talk to, or someone coming over with food or games or something. I guess I never really thought about what it would be like not to have all that. Even when we moved to San Diego, there was always family coming to stay during summers, and school vacations.” 

He nodded “What’s you favorite childhood memory?”

Scully thought for a moment “The summer before we moved to San Diego. We all went to a beach in Maryland as a sort of farewell. I don’t even remember where, it had cabins and barbecues. The grown ups set up hammocks and a campsite, and everyone played in the water and spent the whole week in swimsuits. We ran through the woods playing cowboys and Indians and Missy, Corinne, Connie, and I teamed up against the boys.” She smiled fondly “At the end we went out on boats and watched the 4th of July fireworks on the bay as the sun set. 

“That sounds like heaven”

She nodded “A perfect summer memory. Whats you favorite childhood memory?” Scully faltered she hadn’t been thinking when she turned the question back around. Mulder hadn’t had the happy childhood she’d had, it had been marred by his sisters abduction.

Mulder saw her apprehension and said “Its okay, I do have happy memories from before Samantha was taken.” He looked off to his left, remembering. “She called me fennec when we weren’t fighting.” He smiled at the confusion on her face. “Because her favorite animal was the fennec fox, she’d seen one on some tv report about Algeria or something. She went to the library and checked out the one book they had on foxes and sent away for a poster."

Scully's eyebrows knit and she pressed her lips together in empathy. He looked at her quickly before continuing.

"We used to ride our bikes around the whole island in summer. We'd skip rocks in the ocean, and collect mussels, and sit on the bluffs and watch the sun rise. We had a tab at the local ice cream shop and we'd get some every day. She'd try every flavour by the end of every summer, but I just stuck to rocky road. I… That was when I was younger, I wasn’t so nice to her that last year, somehow she turned into my annoying little sister.” He looked down shamefaced.  

Scully said "Mulder" quietly.

“I was horrible to her. I was impatient and mean.” His voice grew husky with emotion and he blinked his eyes rapidly. “The last thing I said to her was…” he shook his head, he couldn’t say it out loud. ‘Get out of my life’ he’d told her. And then she had.

“You sound like me and Charlie. You know, you remind me of Charlie sometimes. He was always getting me into some sort of trouble.” She said fondly and the edges of Mulder’s lips turned upward against his sorrow. She put her hand over his resting on the back of the couch. “Thats not mean Mulder. You sound like any two brother and sister with a bit of an age gap. You just never got the chance to grow out of it and get close again. You don’t have it in you to be truly terrible.”

Mulder looked like he was having trouble believing her. She said "I mean it. You're a good person, Mulder." 

Mulder swallowed but didn't say anything. He didn't think he'd be able to if he tried. He settled for taking her hand from where it rested on his and giving her a squeeze.

Scully’s face fell slightly, pensive, then she said. “Bill liked to torture all of us, me especially. I think because he could tell I was our fathers favorite. He’d take pleasure in seeing me cry, he’d shove me to the ground any chance he got, and throw things at me." she gave a hallow laugh. "but only when we were playing in the woods, away from our parents.” 

“He sounds like a great guy” Mulder said grimacing.

“I never tattled on him. I knew our dad would punish him for touching a girl. And I was one of the boys.” she said the last bit with a sarcastic smile.

Mulder squeezed her hand again.

She looked down and whispered “Do you know once I got this bunny from the yard. I spent days making friends with him, he’d hop right up to me. I called him Hops. One day it was raining and he hopped up to me soaking wet. So I bought him up to my room. Bill found out and was so enraged I had him.”

“But why?” Mulder asked enthralled.

“He… I don’t know” She looked ashamed. “He told me he’d cook him and turn him into stew and I’d seen him kill animals before, I knew he'd do it if he got the chance, so I hid him. I put him in my lunchbox and gave him water and a paper towel and I told him I’d be back to get him in a little while.”

“Oh no.” Mulder said looking stricken

She looked up at him chin quivering “Well I went back the next day. He was dead by then, suffocated.” Scully had tears streaming down her cheeks. Dripping on her collar bones. 

“It had been a heat wave.” She whispered “I can still remember the smell.”

Mulder stroked her arm. 

“That wasn’t your fault.” He said gently

“I guess I know that now, but I spent so many years after that praying for forgiveness. Knowing I was going to go to hell for it.” She took a deep steadying breath and shook her head “He’s always been horrible and Ive always excused it and forgiven without question. Always.” She looked at him with devastation on her face and whispered “Why did I do that?”

“He’s family." Mulder said gently. "It's hard when your family lets you down, you know what they’re supposed to be to you. Kind. Loving. A safe place to land when the world beats you up. So you see that idea of them, instead of what they actually are, because if you acknowledge the pain they cause…” He shook his head.

Scully nodded. “Yeah, thats it exactly.” She had an inkling he was speaking from personal experience. 

She let go of his hand and leaned into him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

She breathed a long sigh “Thank you for coming here Mulder” she said quietly

He was lost in thought. Of his parents and his childhood and his sister and Scully’s family and her childhood. 

A while later he asked “Do you want to watch that movie now?”

Mulder looked down, she was asleep, mouth slightly parted. He chuckled softly. He loved this Scully. This wild out of control version of her that sometimes reared its head. She was a sight to behold when she was indignant and offended. When she let her guard down. She was normally so exquisitely controlled and sensible. He loved that about her as well. 

He slid his other arm under her thighs and picked her up easily. she slept on, as he carried her to her bed. he placed her down and with trouble took her shoes off. He got her under the covers with some difficulty, pulling them out from under her. She turned over and muttered 

“Don’t make the fish drink the whiskey.” 

He chuckled again, they were going to be so hungover tomorrow. He returned to the living room. He was too drunk now to drive home. He flipped on the tv and played the movie. Wrapping himself up in a crocheted blanket.

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The temptations to relapse

Follows me everywhere i go

Haunting me like a ghost

I see it in the bottle of whiskey

My dad left in the fridge

I see it in the pack of cigarettes

For sale at the local gas station

I see it in his dull dreary face

As i pass him in the hallway

He is waiting for me

To give him a call

To give him some cash

But i cant give him what he wants

I cant listen to the ghosts in my head

Who want to see me dead

I shall fly in spite of those

Who want to see me crash

By c1nnam0ng1rl32