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If Simon was a cat, he'd be a squeaky one. Y'know, one of the cats that squeak instead of meowing. He'd have the lightest, quietest squeak, that his owners would always coo at him for.
Johnny is goddamn meowing his head off at every little thing. Bros awake at 2 am, having a one on one heavy metal concert where he's apparently the lead singer. Bro will not be Silenced.
Some hurt/comfort cuz I ain't feeling so good
Ghoap, of course
Tw: self hate and self depreciating talk
Johnny felt like he was going to cry.
And not the light, few tears you wipe away and get on with, no, this felt like the kind where you forget where you are but feel horribly embarrassed at the same time and just want to curl up somewhere safe and familiar.
And it feels fucking horrible.
And it's felt fucking horrible for a long while now, and Johnny doesn't know how to deal with it. Not when he, theoretically speaking, should be feeling better by now. He does self care, he tries to find one good thing during the day, he talks to his friends (....okay maybe he'd been neglecting that but he's been busy), he doesn't obsess over the things that go wrong (he does, it doesn't feel good), he doesn't obsess over the idea that he should be further in his life because he's at age where he should have achieved so much more by now.
He absolutely doesn't.
Doesn't think about all the things he's done wrong, or where he should have done differently, or how he should already have figured out what else he wanted in life besides the army, how he has hobbies but doesn't feel like doing them most of the time anymore.
How he feels so horribly embarrassed by the fact that he wants a romantic relationship, should have one by now (or at least have someone) but also really, really doesn't because he can't handle the idea of having someone else's needs he has to take care of right now.
It's a whole mess right now, and he feels like he's going to cry, because the cafeteria is out of the only thing he'd been looking forward to that day.
That last fucking piece of chocolate cake that he'd just seen a recruit nab and walk off with, when he'd already made a beeline for it as soon as he made it to the cafeteria.
It's so stupid.
But fuck, fuck it all, everything has been feeling awful for so fucking long and even now he can't catch a fucking break.
He just wanted a damn slice of mediocre chocolate cake.
Johnny's eyes burn as he throws out the rest of the food on his tray, the lump in his throat hurting in that familiar way whenever too much slams into him all at once, when he really doesn't want it to or believe he should be feeling like this.
It's shame, probably. And frustration. And anger. And self-pity. And sadness. And every other fucking emotion apparently because when he feels something, he feels all of it.
He's almost thirty but he still feels like a kid sitting at home on his bed, wondering what the fuck is wrong with him for feeling so many things all at once, how one bad thing can just- fuck everything else up.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Johnny inhales sharply as he turns the corner, throat clicking and he swallows around the lump there.
"Soap?"
He ignores it. Knows it's Ghost but he just- he can't right now.
"Johnny?"
He walks faster.
"Oi- Johnny-"
Not right now, not when he could blow up on the one person who makes everything feel okay, who already takes too much of his shit without complaint.
Who he's been avoiding, because he can't bring himself to be honest with the feelings rushing inside of him every time he sees him.
Fuck.
Though, apparently he's not fast enough.
Because the next second he's slammed against the wall, Ghost hovering over him, eyes pinched under the soft black balaclava he's taken to wearing when on base.
"Fucks sake, what's up with you?"
Ghost's voice is clipped, probably with concern rather than the annoyance Johnny feels it as.
"Nothing, sir." Johnny grinds out, attempting to push past Ghost. Which proves to be Impossible, because Ghost is a mountain apparently.
"Doesn't seem like nothing. Someone piss in your coffee this morning?"
"Can ye just fock off? I ain't in the mood."
Simon pauses for a moment, seemingly surprised by Johnny's hostility, before something clicks behind his eyes.
He sighs, taking a step back and crossing his arms, looking straight at Johnny.
"My room. 30 minutes."
He doesn't give Johnny the time to argue back or even react, before he's walking off to god knows where.
Johnny's left there, feeling both confused and angry. (But hey, at least he can identify those feelings.)
He does end up outside of Simon's room thirty minutes later though. Even in the state he's in, he'd never ignore the rare invitation to Simon's room.
And what he finds is.... surprising, to say the least.
Simon practically pulls him in the moment he opens the door, the lock clicking shut behind him. He gives some clothes to Johnny, before pushing him into the bathroom, all before the Scot can even say anything.
They're just sweatpants and a sweater, apparently Simon's by the size of them, and Johnny is so, so confused.
"Ghost? The fock are-"
"You once said you liked wearing uh- wearing my stuff. So, wear them." Simon says, awkward now where he's standing by the bathroom door, face bare for once.
"What?"
"You can wear them. If you want to. If you don't, that's fine too. I'll wait outside."
Johnny just stares at the door as it closes, the clothes clutched tightly in his hands.
He does end up wearing them. He's also grateful Simon doesn't comment on it when he walks out of the bathroom.
"I have a movie on- I remember you mentioned it once." Simon says instead, nodding his head towards the laptop on his desk while laying a fluffy looking blanket on his bed, before propping some pillows against the wall behind.
Johnny doesn't say anything, just watches as Simon moves around.
Somehow, before Johnny even fully realizes it, he's pressed against Simon's side, the man's arm warm and heavy around his waist, cuddled under another blanket as they watch a comfort movie Johnny doesn't even realize he ever mentioned to Simon.
And somehow, Simon also got him a piece of the chocolate cake that had made Johnny feel like crying before.
Simon doesn't say anything, when Johnny presses in closer. Nor when he buries his face against his shoulder. Nor when he starts crying.
He doesn't say anything, but he just holds Johnny closer, resting his own head on Johnny's, letting the man cry for as long as he needs to.
He knows Johnny doesn't need words right now. They'd probably do more harm than good, for the man who's already thought out everything he's feeling and doesn't need anyone else commenting on it.
No, he just needs someone to not flinch at the sight of him not feeling happy, or getting angry at him for feeling bad, or feeling too much.
And in Simon's eyes, Johnny's too much has always been just enough for Simon. Because even when there are times when Johnny gets stuck in his head, when he withdraws into himself, Simon still loves him all the same. Because even when he's not at his best, his still the man who's lit up Simon's life in more ways that he can ever explain.
He's still Johnny, who Simon loves very much. Even when he hasn't said it out loud yet.
And Johnny can finally cry, without feeling bad about it.
The ending feels a bit rushed but I also like it.
awww the like button turns into a rainbow when you press it! that's so cute...hey staff what's with all the trans women you keep nuking?
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
would be remiss not to mention that the rainbow notably straight up just removed the trans flag colors from it. like they’re gone. it’s the progress flag minus the trans flag colors.
that’s not the whole flag, now is it
hey staff what the fuck
hey staff don't you think you're being too on-the-nose
hey staff, so why is this post labeled as mature just because the phrases "trans fem"/"trans woman" are in it
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Short angst.
Some days Ghost doesn't feel like himself at all. Not like the frightening lieutenant of taskforce 141. Not like a soldier who's seen too much. Not like the man who crawled out after being buried alive. Not like a young adult who enlisted because he was so angry at the world. Not a kid who was so scared of his father.
He just feels... nothing, really. Fear, maybe. He can't decide, can't really think much further than just staring at his wall. He doesn't know what to do, if he wants to do anything. What if he did, and it'd just be tainted by the blood on his hands?
He can't really make sense of his own emotions, everything whirring inside of him like an engine that won't stop, yet at the same time that same engine has also been silent for far too long.
He feels stuck and everything feels too fast at the same time.
He doesn't know what to do.
He just wishes he did.
Johnny, who wears nail polish because it looks good and he enjoys it, thoroughly enjoys picking the dry nail polish that's smudged on the sides of his nails whenever he paints. He's gotten better since he started, but sometimes he gets distracted and ends up with nail polish on his skin.
Simon usually enjoys whatever colour Johnny picks out for him, but sometimes he just enjoys a plain clear top coat to add a little shine to his nails. Though black is a favourite too, simply because of the look Johnny gets in his eyes when he sees Simon wearing it.
A big, muscular lad with tattoos and veiny hands, wearing black nail polish?
Oh yeah, Johnny's hooked.
Spring
[Boxing AU]
Just a heads up: This is a Boxing AU where Ghost is a boxer. Hope you enjoy!
Coming into a fandom late
Coming into a fandom early and watching it become an angry clusterfuck
Being in a dormant fandom that suddenly comes alive again after a new book/movie
Don’t forget about those who come in the midst of a fandom war.
Accuracy at its best
Being in a fandom and not even knowing there’s a war going on…
all of this shit…lol
When You’re Not In The Fandom But You’re Nosy AF
When you get into a fandom only to discover it’s dead
This gets better every time I see it.
@fuboos-mess
Being in a dead fandom…
Or being in such a tiny fandom that it feels like youre the only one
The accuracy hurts.
Being in a fandom that had a shit ending.
When you’ve been fangirling long enough, you’ve experienced all of the above.
Being in a fandom meant for kids.
This just gets better..
@mi-kleos
When you realize that joining the fandom has ruined you
Fandom hell in general
Yes.
This^^^ just… ALL OF THIS.
Being in so many fandoms that you don’t even know what’s going on
THIS IS THE SKULDUGGERY FUCKING PLEASANT FANDOM IN ONE POST!!
Trying to recruit people to your fandom
Annnnnnndddd it’s back
Being in a fandom which has so many antis
I’ve probably reblogged this before, but that was before these great additions.
Being in a fandom that actually works together
Why is this so true? All of it.
being in a fanbase but all your mutuals suddenly turn into Kpop blogs
I always enjoy it when a good post comes around again and has been improved by the reblogs like the years for a fine wine.
Being in a fandom when shit goes down and everyone has different opinions
When you are in a fandom and don’t care for others people opinion…..even if they are right…(believe me, I have met several of those)
Being in a fandom you never meant to join
I love this. and it’s gotten better
After abandoning a fandom you’re still a little bit emotionally invested in….
All of these are me. Lol
Being in a fandom on Tumblr
And it reached its epic conclusion
I CHOKED ON FUNDIP
HISTORY HAS BEEN ENGRAVED INTO THIS POST
More Johnny who likes wearing nail polish, now with Simon, who distracts Johnny while his nails dry, so the Scot doesn't get frustrated and decide to put the top coat on before the polish dries.
Simon also lets Johnny paint his nails, maybe black at first, just cause Johnny thought it would look hot (it did) but later on every colour imaginable, but more often than not, they'd wear the same colour because they're disgusting and in love and sappy.
Also, one day Simon goes to a local supermarket and finds some brand of nail polish that says "7 in 1" on it, supposedly saying it can be a base coat, a top coat, quick dry, strengthener and more. That sounds good to Simon, who contently buys it and presents it to Johnny afterwards, proud of his find.
Only to freeze at the instant look of disgust on Johnny's face when he picks the bottle up.
"Si, I love ye but this is as bad as a 3 in 1 shampoo or some shite. Love the effort, but leave the nail stuff to me, or maybe we go buy something together, aye?"
Simon is, understandably, slightly upset at the revelation of his find being "shite". But after some kisses and Johnny telling him he appreciates the thought, it's fine.
And after secretly testing the nail polish out himself- yeah, it's pretty shit.
Not me spending hours trying to do my nails, only for the nail polish to have air bubbles 'nd then fucking it up more with a shitty top coat.
I refuse to give up though. Because that's boring.
So I'm a huge Steven Universe fan and I've been trying to think of new ideas for Ghoap- SO!
SU!Ghoap, or Ghoap as different gems! (I'm mainly basing this off of what I remember from the show and what I know of the gems. This will probably not be accurate- and that's fine cuz I'm doing this for fun.)
(Buuuut if anyone has a different opinion or idea- I would be very happy to hear it!)
I'd like to think that Simon, not Ghost, would be a Lapis Lazuli gem, mainly because that's the first gem that comes to mind when I think of Simon. Maybe not entirely a homeworld lapis lazuli, like the era 2 ones we saw in the last season of SU, but more like, well, the og Lapis. Maybe once loyal to homeworld, only to be trapped and then cracked, filled with fury and anguish to the point of not thinking of himself as something living and more like, something, an object. Bent on revenge and feeling lost and empty afterwards, not sure of his place in the universe. Honestly, og lapis really reminds me of Simon, but if I'd go further into this and go through all the gems, I might change my mind. (I am also fond of Sapphire Simon, buuut I'm not gonna get into that and the potential angst of it.) (But Simon being in Blue Diamonds court just feels right.)
(ooooo Pearl Simon though)
(And well- Simon in blue is something I enjoy a lot)
Ghost on the other hand is a whole other gem in my opinion. My first thought would be a Jasper, because strong and tall (original, I know), it'd fit him but not entirely. I feel like maybe he'd be someone less fiery? Ohhh maybe a Topaz! Yeah, a Topaz would fit Ghost. Because whilst being mainly a soldier/guard type gem, they're also obedient and follow orders to a fault (from what I remember from the show) and well- if we separate Simon from Ghost, that's what Ghost feels like to me. (Ghost being in Yellow Diamonds court or something in-between.)
Johnny! My first thought was honestly a peridot, purely because chaotic smartass Peridot from SU reminds me of Johnny. He'd make such a fun Peridot, but he'd definitely be a Crystal Gem, no doubt about it. He'd also make a good Bismuth, and it'd work well with him being tired of building towers for elites like og Bismuth and instead carving a way for himself and building what he wants, instead of what is ordered from him (I just imagine him taking down buildings he once built with explosives that he also made). If we'd go a more angst route, Ruby Johnny would also be interesting- expendable, loyal to a fault and determined. Realising his own worth and place in this world, as just himself and not one of many. And well- it would go so well with Sapphire Simon. (Though I think Johnny would fit into Pink diamonds court, or at the very least Yellow Diamonds.)
Hhhhh Garnet Ghoap.
This is all I currently have, I may make more of this or actually make a short story. Who knows (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
Johnny who knows well enough not to make any decisions at midnight, because he's tired enough not to make wise decisions.
Why the fuck do decisions wanna be made then?
Who gives him such glorious ideas at midnight when they'll look like shit the next morning?
He should probably sleep.
Simon, who is so, so very tired of everything and for feeling too much, because even after everything he still feels too fucking much sometimes.
Let the poor man sleep for 12h in a row and get him some ice cream, and Soap cuddles. Man needs some comfort and a week of self care.
(Def not wishing the same for myself rn, definitely not)
(I need a 12h nap so bad it's not even funny)
Domestic ghoap
Tw: uhh dead skin cells/rough skin, dunno remember the correct name for it
Simon who has very rough hands from the life he has lived, that sometimes Johnny wonders if they could substitute sandpaper. Like- he loves his Spook's hands, how big and warm they are and yeah even how rough they are- but damn, sometimes it even sounds like it hurts. When Simon's hands brush up again a softer blanket and you can practically hear how the rougher parts of the skin on his hands rub against the fibers, sounding very much like sandpaper on wood, or something similar.
Johnny doesn't wanna bring it up, because he doesn't want Simon to think of it as a bad thing, when at most it just causes Johnny mild concern for his boyfriend. So what does he do?
He buys some fancy hand lotion, lathers it on his own hands and holds hands with Simon, because Simon has never been huge on hand lotion (mostly because he doesn't particularly enjoy the heavy feeling of it on his skin), and this at least makes sure that the lightest layer of lotion manages to get on to Simon's hands.
Slowly but surely it works, and when even Simon starts looking more comfortable now that his hands don't rub against the blanket so roughly, Johnny counts that as a win.
Mmmmm Ghoap
Return of Spooks
Soap thought for once
Johnny, even if he's a demolitions expert and damn good with his hands, cannot for the life of him paint his own nails.
Why is he painting his nails? He found a colour he really liked and thought, why not. Not like anyone would be brave enough to say anything to him, if they were he'd just bite their head off. Easy.
But for fucks sake, why isn't it drying faster, it's annoying as fuck because every time he thinks it's dry it's just- not.
He's spent almost four hours on them and he's frustrated. But he ain't a quitter, especially when he's this invested now.
So after a few more grueling hours of trying to get the hang of it, he's pretty happy with the results. They're not perfect and probably not entirely dry yet again, but he can't be assed to do them again.
And next morning, when Ghost glances at them, raises an amused eyebrow and murmurs, in that low, lovely voice of his, "Think you can do mine next?"
Well, Johnny is damn happy with his painted nails.
Hmhmhmhmhmhmmhmh thought
Simon Riley who has OCD and who has horrible flare-ups whenever he's stressed or when something goes wrong on a mission. He has stayed awake entire nights, his mind repeating any and all phrases in his head he's had since he was young, because having any visible compulsions then meant having another bruise from his dad for being 'weird'. The phrases help, make him feel like he's fighting the bad things that could happen if he didn't say those phrases, keeping everyone safe and sound. If he does it for enough hours, maybe he can save the phrases up, and take a nap when it's light out and everything isn't as scary anymore. As long as he keeps thinking, nothing can surprise him or catch him off guard, especially if he has his phrases to prevent anything from happening.
Yes, Simon Riley is scared of the dark when he's alone in his quarters.
I need an AU where Shane and Ilya end up training together one summer, before Irina's dead, and Ilya comes over with a Russian group of players.
It would be normal for Ilya to stick with the Russian players, to keep speaking Russian and only train against the other players.
Except Ilya loves playing against Shane, and Shane's obviously been cast out to the fringes by the English and French speaking players. So Ilya pulls Shane to the Russian group.
Right to the centre of it, bc Ilya's got the same charming pull to him even as a child.
And when the other Russian players say that Shane's too weird to keep hanging out with them Ilya says "fine" and leaves with Shane.
And Yuna who's heard so often from her son's teachers that he's always been on the fringes, who's heard from Shane that he "doesn't really have any friends at school", who knows his hockey teammates still think he's weird but at least he's good and funny, gets to witness her son get chosen by someone who was pushed to choose. Even if Ilya's struggling to communicate with her and with Shane, he doesn't go back to his Russian friends.
He doesn't go the "easy" route.
I just think Ilya choosing Shane when all the other kids around them can sense the different-ness of Shane's autistic ways would be so good.
Especially when paired with them being penpals but the letters stop for a couple months and Yuna has to prepare herself to talk to Shane about how Ilya's left him too.
Shane who finds a hockey training thing in Russia for the summer, applies and is ofc accepted, and when he shows up with Yuna in tow ofc Ilya is there and he looks so so so sad.
And then Shane calls his name and Ilya looks at him with disbelief. And Shane asks if he's okay and Ilya, who's never actually lied to Shane before, tells him that Irina's dead.
Yuna watching her son hold his best friend together and telling Ilya that she's gonna look out for him now.
