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heyitsropi · 5 hours
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I mean.....
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heyitsropi · 2 days
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Ghost: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”.
Ghost: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.
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heyitsropi · 2 days
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I simply enjoy the idea of soap with old motor oil staining his hands from working on the humvees in the motorpool. Yeah he's demolition, but there's plenty of downtime, and mototpool always needs a hand for their shitty military grade vehicles. I like to think his da or his da's da taught him all the ins and outs of a vehicle when he was a boy.
Ghost knows how to change a flat, and the wipers and that's about it. But he's perfectly content being soap's little (big) helper. Imagine soap fully under one of the humvees, ghost is crouched at soap's feet handing him tools as he needs them, and they're just talking about some random shit
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heyitsropi · 2 days
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Get in loser we’re going uhhh killing
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heyitsropi · 2 days
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slow mornings
(thank you to the lovely person who requested this idea!)
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heyitsropi · 2 days
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soap, touching a scar on Ghost: and what’s this one from?
Ghost: picture this. you’re ten. you’re the coolest kid because you have the giant crayola crayon box *dramatic pause* with the sharpener. You’re walking home. You’re hiding the crayons under your school stuff so that way your little brother doesn’t steal them and also so your dad doesn’t throw them out.
Soap: uh-huh.
Ghost: Anyway, I got jumped by a bunch of older kids for some reason and my crayons broke.
Soap: and the scar?
Ghost: oh, I fell out of a tree at recess.
Soap: …. why did you tell the crayon story?
Ghost: so you fall in love with me for being super cool and having the cool crayon box. And it happened the same day.
Soap: ….. your mind works in mysterious ways.
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heyitsropi · 2 days
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server soap who consistently racks up the biggest tips during his shifts, always knowing how to charm, flirt, say the right things. it’s even pretty common for him to receive at least one phone number every time he’s working, though he always discreetly tosses those once he’s out of sight.
not because he’s necessarily opposed to dating—it’s just that he’s got his eyes on a certain bartender.
ghost is gruff, quiet, awkward, and stupidly oblivious to soap’s advances. soap thinks he’s perfect. so he doesn’t really care if his flirting doesn’t get him anywhere, because at least ghost talks to him unlike with most of their other coworkers.
ok, soap cares a little bit. because god knows how much he wants to kiss ghost silly, how much he wants to hold him and sing praises and watch that endearing blush spread across ghost’s face. but even still—he could wait. he would wait, until ghost was comfortable enough for anything to come about.
but for the time being, soap will just pretend the eyes he often feels on his back mean anything of significance, and aren’t just ghost glaring at him for snagging drinks.
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heyitsropi · 2 days
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Who could he blush for 🤔
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heyitsropi · 3 days
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Nice move, darling.
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one of soap’s greatest accidental discoveries is the dark shade of red that colours ghost’s face when he blushes.
he doesn’t even particularly remember what he had said to elicit the reaction—only recalls the way the endearingly deep tint had even creeped past the edges of ghost’s balaclava before the lieutenant ducked his head and changed the topic.
as great as the initial discovery is, however, soap is left with questions. he wonders how far the blush goes. he wonders the exact pattern it stains ghost’s pale skin, wonders how warm ghost’s face grows beneath its prickle.
but with the discovery now made, it becomes his mission to see it as often as possible—and hopefully one day, make ghost blush with his face uncovered, just so that soap could map the colour along with freckles and beauty marks and commit every aspect of ghost—simon—to memory.
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heyitsropi · 8 days
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I'm imagining this as like, a post mw3 medical discharge, but they're gonna be okay. Soap just needs a bit of comfort rn 💖
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heyitsropi · 8 days
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Actual roman epitaph for a dog
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heyitsropi · 9 days
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heyitsropi · 10 days
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can u believe……bucky barnes and natasha romanoff found each others humanity in a place designed specifically to strip them of it. can u believe they managed to find each other again and again across decades and decades and loved each other time and time again, in different situations, as different people. can u fucking believe that shit.
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heyitsropi · 10 days
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Overseas 🇺🇸
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heyitsropi · 10 days
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drabble // beach day with the one and only soap mactavish.
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"johnny, can't you be quiet for a moment?" you ask, putting dots of sunscreen on your boyfriend's back. you've tried to reason with him multiple times about the importance of being protected against solar radiation, but does he care? not in the slightest.
"cannae ye do it quicker?" he retorts, feet anxiously tapping the sand as you lather the cream on his shoulders.
you roll your eyes, finishing distributing the remaining white spots of the product and moving to his front. "look up for me," your index tilts his chin upwards, narrowed eyes meeting his eager blue ones, "just a second, love," you say, fingers gently spreading the sunblock on his forehead, nose, cheeks and neck.
he squeezes your waist repeatedly, a childish attempt to urge you to end his torture. with a peck on his lips, you put him out of his misery, "all done," and the man leaps out of his seat, wasting no time to dig in the sand.
"gonnae build a castle for mah princess."
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this appeared to me in a tiktok dream
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