connor

he/it | 22 nsfw. mdni

[druap]

[valiants]

Courting

[accecakes]

Soap didn’t cut his hair while way. Ghost hopes he never cuts it again <3

[lanialania00]

[witherfide]

comparing muscles

maskless vers under cut

[accecakes]

Gaz does not care for slow burn romances…

[morinthou]

maybe

dw, the bullet was hiding under the dumpster all along im ghoaping

[turingttested]

here you go my connorlings, eat up !

[s0fter-sin]

they’re smoking on the roof, snuck away from the self indulgence of a military function as quickly as they could, when price finds out ghost’s never been asked to dance. something in him just aches at the thought that no one has ever given his lieutenant that intimacy, that no one’s ever held him close just for the pure sake of it

so he stamps out his cigarette on the brick and tugs ghost away from the edge. “c’mere.”

“the fuck you doin’?” ghost asks even as he follows him to the middle of the rooftop

“come on, hand here,” price directs, plucking his hand and putting it on his shoulder

“you finally lose it, old man?” he frowns. but he doesn’t step back, doesn’t take his hands from him or shake off the hand he places on his waist

“might’ve, thinkin’ you have any sense o’ rhythm,” he smirks back. “easy enough; just gotta follow me, yeah?”

price starts them off with a slow count under his breath, the box step coming back to him like he hasn’t gone a day without it; an easy 1-2-3, 2-2-3. ghost doesn’t look up once, eyes locked on their feet as he struggles to match his sure steps, his body rigid under his hands

“oi, stop thinkin’ ‘bout it so much,” price nudges, seeing his eyes flit with panic as he starts to twirl them in a loose circle

“easy for you to fuckin’ say,” he grunts, discomfort in every step

“have i ever steered you wrong?” he challenges and they come to a slow stop, hands still clasped

ghost’s eyes finally rise from their boots. he searches his face and whatever he finds, that foreign unease settles. “no, sir.”

his tension unravels under his hands and price’s lips pull in a proud smile. “then just let me do the work. i got you,” he promises

this time, when he steps away, ghost’s eyes remain on his face, letting him guide his body the same way he does on the field. he still stutters, unused to gentle turns the way he is to cruel violence, but price doesn’t hold it against him; not when he feels the way his body relaxes into him, trusting him to hold his weight and lead him true

[laswells-ashtray]

Kyle makes the mistake of meeting up with Johnny in Scotland, in a very small pub that is packed to the brim with punters of all ages, whilst there's a football game on and Scotland is playing.

After several very loud declarations of, "Get it right roon ye."

The occasional, "Christ, the only baws he plays wae are hus ain."

And shots after every goal, Kyle's both drunk and delighted to be included in the celebrations when Scotland wins the match, everyone inside seems willing to talk to the strangers around them about the match. He even gets a "Yer no bad fir a wee Englishman" from an older gentleman who buys him and Johnny a pint when he clocks them as military.

Later, Kyle will forever treasure a blurry video on his phone of himself, Johnny, and the countless faces of people he'll never meet again, roaring along to 500 Miles, all various stages of drunk and red in the face. It should be embarrassing, clinging to a stranger's shoulder and belting out tunes while slightly off tune, but Kyle will always remember the smile on Johnny's face and the light in his eyes.

He thinks a lot about the way Johnny's hands stilled on his own as the man passed over a cigarette outside, the way he hooked a finger around Kyle's pinkie just to keep contact between them.

He wonders how they fit a man with so much to him in such a small urn.

[localgoblinlad]

a good soldier–a leal hound

[druap]

old strawpage request

[uhwhatson-deactivated20150910]

[manofmoth]

dan howell who ran away from his hometown the second he could and never looked back. dan howell who had a crush on a boy from the internet and moved himself in on the premise of needing to do laundry. dan howell who grappled with his sexuality for years before it broke him. dan howell who was promised his creative dream be fulfilled only for youtube to shaft him at the last minute. dan howell who turned around and wrote You Will Get Through This Night and Doomed because he needed to make art in order to survive. dan howell who took the time he needed to save his own life and come back on his own terms. dan howell, raised christian, realized no god was going to save him so he decided he had to. dan howell who again and again clawed his way into the light. made his own life the way he wanted it to be. fought back. dan howell, staunch disbeliever in red-string theory and fate and heaven because he worked every day of his life to get where he is and absolutely fuck some mythical entity who wants to take credit for that.

[soilents]

my apolocheese everyone for my disappearance… some loving ghoap to compensate

[chongoblog]

ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

FETCH ME NEIL

[chongoblog]

[21martyrs]