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“stars as you know them” — ghostsoap

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WARNING: non-descriptive mentions of blood, and a bullet wound! dying??

“I’m Your Man” - Mitski

“Soap, do you copy?”

The sky is beautiful tonight. Can’t remember the last time he’d bothered to just look up, just to admire. Just to enjoy.

He didn’t know much about the stars, but he could find the dipper if he stared long enough. Easy enough to find the one that actually looks like a spoon.

He tries.

It’s getting harder to focus.

“Johnny, report!”

The voice in his ear is loud, and somewhere in the back of his head Soap knows he should respond. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to— but his tongue feels so heavy in his mouth, clumsy. The words just don’t want to form, mouth opening and closing around sounds and syllables that don’t actually make it past his lips. He feels like a fish on land.

Maybe it’s getting harder to breathe.

Tastes like copper, for sure.

He can feel his heartbeat like a drum.

Thump, Thump, Thump. Against his chest, again and again.

If someone were to find him, would they be able to hear it just as loud?

The world is strangely quiet now, and he thinks; finally, a break. His eyelids threaten to close, and he so badly wants to sleep. He deserves to sleep, after all this time. It isn’t so selfish, is it?

“Johnny— Johnny, you have— … talk to me … — are you?”

I want to. He says, but doesn’t really say at all. I want to, can’t you see I’m trying my best?

He can’t lift his hand to check, but he feels the warm sticky texture of blood between his fingertips. Coating his palm where it weakly holds against the wound in his stomach.

He can’t remember how it happened, now. Like it was so long ago, just a distant irrelevant memory to hold onto. Too much work now for his brain, for his body.

His fingers feel numb.

He gurgles out a strange, sort of laugh, at the thought. They don’t quite feel like anything, then, do they?

“Sorry.” Is all he manages to get out, tongue stumbling over the singular word. He isn’t quite sure if it came out at all. “M’sorr—“ the clumsy word is cut short by a sharp gasp, and a shaky exhale. “Sorry.”

He’s met with silence, which only further convinces him that the words he’s hearing coming out of his mouth aren’t really at all.

“Don’t apologize, don’t— don’t do that, Johnny.” Comes the harsh response.

Soap feels his lips form some sort of smile.

“You’re gonna be …” Soap doesn’t hear the next part, thinks maybe he’s missed it. Ghost starts again, “Fine. You’re gonna be fine. We’re gonna find you, we are. We’re gonna find you, and get you help, and you’re gonna be fine.”

Sounds an awful lot like Ghost is trying to convince himself, rather than Soap.

He thinks he hears other voices, a back and forth conversation, it’s muted. Somewhere in the background. It takes him a moment to realize that they’re coming from Ghost’s end of the comm, not him. Not him. No one else is here but him.

He had never thought dying would feel so lonely. Always thought it would come to him fast, that he would be one of the lucky ones that didn’t see it coming before it struck.

Never thought it would be so slow.

“We have you now. We have you, Johnny. Now you’re gonna wait— you’re gonna keep your eyes open.”

Quietly, Soap thinks this might be the kindest voice Ghost has ever directed at him. Soothing. Thinks that maybe he can keep his eyes open after all, if that’s what’s wanted of him.

There are so many things he’s wanted to say.

Always thought he might have had a little more time to say them all, or maybe just some. Never thought he wouldn’t get the chance. What a silly thought to have, in their line of work. Soap should have known better than that.

“Gh—“ his voice cracks on a gasp once again.

“We’re so close, Johnny.”

I love you.

I love you, I love you.

You have to know that.

He should respond, he should. Sleep is creeping up on him, now. Too fast. The sky seems so full of stars now, there hadn’t been that many before.

He can’t find the dipper anymore.

Can’t remember if it was ever there at all.

“Johnny?”

He thinks it’s a nice way to go, hearing the sound of his name of Ghost’s tongue one last time.

The world finally falls quiet.

So this happened in the latest episode of the Daily Wire's "Mr. Birchum"...

Credit to VelvetWonder on Twitter.

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Soft Gestures for Comfort

Bringing them a blanket when they’re curled up on the couch.

Whispering, "It’s okay, I’m here," when they wake up from a bad dream.

Stroking their hair gently when they’re lying on your lap.

Running a warm bath for them after a tough day.

Holding them close and saying, "I’ve got you," when they’re upset.

Preparing their favorite comfort food when they’re feeling low.

Turning off their alarm and letting them sleep in when they’re exhausted.

Reading their favorite book to them before bed.

Playing their favorite soothing music to help them relax.

Just sitting in silence with them, letting them know your presence is their safe space.

secret relationship prompts, please?

Secret relationship prompts <3

hiding in alleyways and stealing kisses as everyone else walks ahead

holding hands under the table

whispering sweet things to each other in a stuffed car so no one else could hear

discreet, light touches on each other's backs that last a second

fleeting glances from across the room

kissing each other's cheeks when no one's looking

"i wish i could show you off to the world."

meeting in secret in the middle of the night

sneaking in through windows

hiding in random places when they hear someone coming

writing letters to each other and pressing it into the other's palms when passing by

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I keep seeing people making fun of using growled, hissed, roared, snarled etc in writing and it’s like.

have you never heard someone speak with the gravel in their voice when they get angry? Because that’s what a growl is.

Have you never heard someone sharply whisper something through the thin space of their teeth? Or when your mother sharply told you to stop it in public as a kid when you were acting up/being too loud? Because that’s what a hiss is.

Have you never heard a man get so blackout angry that their voice BOOMS through the house? Because that’s what a roar is.

Have you never seen someone bare their teeth while talking to accentuate their frustration or anger while speaking with a vicious tone? Because that’s what snarling is.

It’s not meant to be a literal animal noise. For the love of god, not every description is literal. I get some people are genuinely confused, but also some of these people are genuinely unimaginative as fuck.

intimacy in a relationship (reposted)

helping your partner undress/into the shower after a night of drinking/during sickness

being the only one capable of calming your partner down during a stressful situation

sharing clothes or showers

routine kisses

dancing to some silly music at the crack of dawn

writing each other love-letters

holding hands or interlacing fingers even when it's inconvenient

helping each other deal with loss of family members (not only in the emotional-aspect)

creating a memorial for a family member

helping each other furnish or decorate each other's house if not living together

letting your partner have their own drawer/things scattered all over the place if not living together

driving through the city at night

being ok with your partner showing up at your house at 2am, for any reason, no matter how small

texting your partner late at night asking them to come over, for intimacy, or to cuddle, for comfort or to eat

using your partner's love language to make them feel loved

being really competitive during board or video games

or starting a discussion because you clearly let me win but ''it's because you'd never win otherwise''

gossiping about things you aren't supposed to tell anyone

falling asleep while cuddling on the couch

playing pranks on each other (sometimes in public)

purposely making lame jokes to try and embarrass your partner

inside jokes/innuendos at improper times

discussing marriage/kids

from @quartermera:

slapping each other's butts casually and, depending on the situation, trying not to get caught doing it

video call when you are away from each other

ranting to each other about people you dislike

cuddling while being busy with your own things (ex. watching videos, reading, gaming)

arguing about what movie to watch together

teaching each other things about each other's hobbies or cultures

watching each other do things

getting each other snacks and sharing them

studying together if you're students. and i mean it literally

discuss "Am I the Asshole?" posts

be honest if something your partner did hurt you

joke or have a serious talk about your future together

from @purlturtle

discussing what to make for lunch/dinner/what groceries to get

divvying out who does what chores, both on a general basis (i'm usually the one doing laundry, my wife usually does dishes) and on a case-by-case basis (when one of us doesn't feel like or cannot do the chore)

decorating together (and discussing if teal is a good color to paint the bedroom in)

receiving visitors together (and cleaning the place beforehand)

hanging out together, doing something together or doing something individual (but still being together in the same room because you want to be close to each other)

"you left the bedroom window open and now it's fucking freezing in there!"

negotiating different styles and wants (or even needs) for decoration, music, lighting, workplace design if one or more of them work from home etc

have date nights at home

take care of pets or kids or family members or neighbors

cuddle in bed together (but, and this is rarely depicted, not always sleeping in each other's arms or even in the same bed - my sleep is too light; I'd wake up each time someone moves close to me. other people run hot in the night and don't need other bodies in bed with them. people snore. people have different circadian rhythms.)

"have you taken your meds today? remember you wanted to stretch before bed!" (okay, this is the middle age edition, I suppose 😅)

stumbling over something you partner did around the home that you weren't aware of, or simply discarded socks lying around randomly.

breakfast in bed

witnessing your partner's hobbies and idiosyncrasies

physical intimacy

holding hands under the table

touching your lover's thigh under the table

hiding behind a wall, pulling your lover into a kiss as they walk by

''you need to stop doing that.'' ''do what?'' ''that little eye thing you do when i walk into the room.''

leaving notes in obscure places for your lover to find

pinned against the wall in the elevator

we kissed last night but we have to pretend like nothing happened

your hand is touching mine and i can't stop myself from taking it

making eye-contact with your lover from across the room, gesturing at them to follow you outside

tracing a finger across your lover’s scar

leaning in for a kiss but pulling away last second

whispering ''i love you'' in-between kisses

smiling in-between kisses

intertwining fingers

comparing hand sizes

straddling your lover’s thighs

tying your lover’s tie

falling asleep in your lover's arms

very obviously checking each other out while undressing, trying to deny it even though it's obvious

tending to your lover's wound

kissing your lover's forehead or knuckles

scooting closer to your lover in bed

good morning/good night texts

looking into your lover's eyes, then *gaze drops to lips*