#we're not gonna count the made-up silly poems
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ty jacques!! desperately need to get through this slog of a chapter so i appreciate the support ✌️
from AT HOME, WITH GRAVES:
He laughs and reaches for my braid, tugging it sweetly while both of us avoid sneaking glances at the other. “Is it about me, Lovey?”
I know he doesn’t mean it, but I wonder how a poem about Westley would even take shape with me at the helm. Freestyle is my safety net; perhaps the harness every budding poet needs to hide behind before venturing into form, meter, or prose. My teacher calls my poetry prosaic and with-holding, always on the cusp of vulnerability only to peter off in the delivery.
Not that Wes spends any of his spare time qualifying poetry; a simple fifth-grade acrostic poem would probably earn his approval.
W is for warm, welcoming, willowy, whole
E is for eager, effervescent, elusive, erudite
S is for stupid, scintillating, sappy guy who's found another way to invade my solitude
Westley, who wears the suit of a wolf but is stitched with the heart of a rabbit.
It wouldn’t work—he’s too tender for the kind of wounds I prefer poetry to deliver.
#she answers#ahwg:writing#i def went over again but it was necessary#we're not gonna count the made-up silly poems
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I didnt get enough sleep last night but its not my fault qtoey fuckin kissed
hes literally the most babygirl in this entire show
HIM FRANTICALLY CLEANING UP I LOVE HIM SM
I love this more than I can ever possibly describe
it's so silly
so goofy
HES SO GOOFY
they should kiss again I think
babes your voice just got three octaves higher, do better at lying next time
who the FUCK is this guy and why is he being introduced in episode 7 of 16 (apparently 16??? it's wild that this show is supposed to be 16 episodes long (according to mdl?) cos we're not even halfway through the show and 2 out of 4 of the main couples have officially kissed, and 1 is officially together. which is insane when you think about how msp is 12 episodes long and tinngun didnt properly kiss til thE END OF THE LAST FUCKING EPISODE)
(no im never getting over this, they COULD have counted 67 FUCKING TIMES throughout the show and they fucking DIDNT)
anyway this guy is probably gonna be a main part of the drama that's gonna go down in order to keep this show long enough 😭
why cant we just keep the light and fluffy show as it is and keep spreading joy and dopamine straight to my bones
two adorable little munchkins standing next to each other
theyre my sons
THAT LITTLE GIGGLE I CANT
whAT rEAlLY???
he asked if he could hit on you, then asked if he could KISS you, AND THEN YALL FUCKIN MADE OUT IN A HAUNTED HOUSE
AND THEN WHEN YOU SAW HIM TODAY, HE MADE SILLY KISSY LIPS AT YOU
so I suggest you all give up on this "plan", and change to this real plan: march up to him, ask him out, plant a kiss on his cheek, take your fuckin artist easels and canvases to a fuckin beach at sunset, paint and make out
oml pun's an astrology girlie
HOLY FUCK ITS HAPPENING
what the fuck no why does it look like its gonna get angsty, I cant do this :(
dont make me watch toey sob, I dont want that, I want them to make out again :((
im so confused dude why is he so angry
I genuinely dont get it
I mean im watching at 2x speed so I can get through this quickly so I might've missed some dialogue somewhere or smth, but still
why's he angry
idk why he's angry but I do know one thing: satang is too fucking good at portraying anguish
im too tired to process words so im not entirely sure what he means but I think it sounds poetic so we're gonna go with that
(ahem) THATS SO BEAUTIFUL WTF
WHAT THE FUCK
brb just gonna rip my fucking SOUL out
"its like im sitting in a vast grassy field with a gentle breeze under a bright sky" OKAY WTF ARE THE GMM WRITERS READING MY TUMBLR POSTS OR SMTH
THATS LITERALLY HOW I DESCRIBED THE WAY WIN PROBABLY FEELS ABOUT SOUND
its why his heart doesnt beat fast for sound, he just doesnt have that kind of crush, its more of a relaxing crush, like a gentle breeze
ill fucking find the post if I can
I literally wrote an extended metaphor poem combined with a fic about it
what the fuck dude
if they're watching my posts then why havent they given us my satang and perth siblings agenda yet
and where is the markford series
gmm I know you're looking at this, answer my fucking questions guys
I LOVE THEIR FRIEND GROUP SO FUCKING MUCH DUDE
they all just make me so happy 😭😭😭
okay but he didnt know you were milk frappe boy when hE FUCKING MADE OUT WITH YOU IN A HAUNTED HOUSE
theyre holdin hansssss
is what I think and want to happen about to happen
that wasnt grammar but its fine
THEYF CYKING END IT THERE??
BUT HES ALL PUCKERED UP
HES READY
ALSO THEYRE IN A SCHOOL HALLWAY AND IT WOULD BE REALLY FUNNY
WTF
I HAVE TO WAIT A FUCKING WEEK TO FEEL JOY????
COME ON MAN
oh fuck yes next week theyre goi g to a volunteer camp
volunteer camp episodes are always comfort episodes so thjis is gonna be GOOD
PUN DID IT BC HE WANTS QTOEY TO SPEND TIME TOGETHER??? BRO HE'STHE WINGMAN OF ALL TIME
well anyway I just wanna see qtoey kiss again :(
ill rewatch that one scene in the meantime
buhbye for now my friends, see yous next week
#quodekash's side couple syndrome boss fight#we are the series#winnysatang#qtoey#I would tag the other ships but I like didnt talk about any of them at all in this post#winny thanawin#satang kittiphop#pond naravit#poon mitpakdee#we are series
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Team Building
The 141 attend a team-building exercise at Price's request.
Word Count: 589
Characters (in order of appearance): Johnny "Soap" Mactavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Captain John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley
A/N: This is short and to-the-point, but I thought the idea was goofy and fun. Low stakes, no angst, just a silly day off for the 141 boys. Hope you enjoy!
The afternoon sun beat down on their heads as the four soldiers met in the parking lot of a strip mall.
"An escape room? Really?" Soap raised an eyebrow. "Are we in the right place?"
"We are - and it's gonna be great," replied the captain. "It's good for morale."
"It's our day off, Cap." Gaz didn't look up from his phone as he spoke. "Morale would be best served by a day at the pool or a pub trip." The captain swiped an exasperated hand down his face.
"Put that bloody phone away - this is exactly why we're doing this. On the battlefield we need to be in the moment and thinking as a unit; this is the perfect exercise to get us there. And besides, Laswell found something called a groupon." He opened the door and ushered the three pouting grown men into the lobby.
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"You can't be serious," came Ghost's voice. It was the first time he spoke all afternoon. Behind him, the sergeants echoed his protest.
"You heard me," came the captain's booming voice, drowning out the groans. "No weapons, no cell phones. We figure this out the old-fashioned way." The men reluctantly handed over phones, guns, knives, and one grenade ("You never know!" said Soap). None of the soldiers looked happy about it, but all complied. Gaz and Soap complained the loudest, but Ghost preferred to seethe silently. He found it was better to shut up and get it over with when Price had one of his "fun" ideas.
The setting: a room made to resemble a medieval dungeon that wouldn't be entirely out of place at a child's birthday party.
The objective: brew a potion in an enchanted chalice that will enable the magic mirror to grant a boon. The "boon" being escape from the medieval dungeon and a fun t-shirt. After the teenage employee finished explaining the premise, he locked them in the suffocating room with a rhyming poem of cryptic instructions.
"Right, then," said the captain, rubbing his hands together. "Let's get to it."
_____
The bickering began almost instantly.
"Cap, I think you're overthinking this; there isn't a vial of "moon water" in the cabinet for the spell. I think we need to take the moonlight essence and stir it into the water to make the potion," Gaz reasoned.
"No, no, it specifically says moon water - Soap! Stop mixing random shit together!" The sergeant rolled his eyes.
"Excuse me for thinking outside the box! Won't happen again! 'Course if I had my knife I could pick the lock and get us out of here!"
"That defeats the spirit, Mactavish!"
"Yeah Johnny, the spirit."
"Awa' an bile yer heid, Gaz. Fuckin' suckup."
"Language!"
"Sorry, sir."
Ghost's eye twitched. There was no clock in this room, but it felt like it had been hours listening to the back-and-forth. He'd made an effort to stay busy trying to find the pieces to the "magic chalice" but his patience was rapidly wearing thin. He looked back at his teammates, three grown men arguing in earnest about which gemstones to add to the potion to enchant the mirror for their next clue, and suddenly an idea struck.
Without thinking, he grabbed the pistol he kept on a calf holster and shot the shitty plastic padlock right off the door.
The room went silent behind him. He turned and saw the stunned gazes of the others, all frozen in the middle of assembling the chalice.
"What?" he asked. "I escaped."
#modern warfare ii#mwii fanfic#captain john price#simon “ghost” riley#johnny soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#task force 141#task force 141 fanfic#task force 141 headcanons#cod mwii fanfic
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Never Gonna Give You Up (Thomas Thorne/Reader)
Summary: Thomas has composed a poem to convey his feelings for you, though it seems that he once again isn't as original as he believed.
Tags/Warnings: Fluff. Established Relationship. Pet Names. Thomas accidentally plagiarising music. Ghost!Reader.
A/N: Ever since my mum and I had a discussion about the scene where Thomas recited 'I Should Be So Lucky' to Alison, and she told me that the same people wrote that song and 'Never Gonna Give You Up', this scenario has not left my brain... it's really silly, but I hope you enjoy :)
Reblogs are very much appreciated!!!
Word Count: 798
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When he confessed his feelings for you, Thomas had promised that he would compose for you a poem that truly expressed the depth and intensity of his love. In your mind, it wasn’t necessary -- hearing him say the words ‘I love you’ was more than you could have hoped for -- but you knew that it was in Thomas’ nature to express his emotions in this way. Besides, you couldn’t deny that it was very exciting to think that you could be his muse.
You waited weeks to hear Thomas’ poem. You didn’t know too much about poetry and how long it took to write, but obviously the longer he spent on it, the better it would be, right? And you couldn’t imagine not loving anything he wrote for you, because the fact that it was especially for you would make it beautiful, no matter how cheesy.
What you didn’t know was that Thomas hadn’t even composed a single word. He had spent the last few weeks unable to concentrate. Even when he tried to isolate himself in order to focus, his thoughts went to you and he simply got flustered. No poetry came to him, just a huge rush of feelings that he couldn’t put into words.
Thomas was sure that he was going to let you down, that he would never be able to give you the poem he promised. As he was sitting by his favourite window one day, staring beyond the glass, something finally came to him.
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“My love, I have finally completed my masterpiece,” Thomas announced as he walked through the wall of your bedroom, where you were sitting down on your bed. “One so beautiful and romantic to convey how much I truly love and cherish you.”
“Can I hear it?” You asked, smiling when he nodded.
Thomas crossed the room and sat down on the bed beside you, taking your hands gently in his. He stared deeply into your eyes as he began to recite his work.
“We're no strangers to love. You know the rules and so do I. A full commitment's what I'm thinking of. You wouldn't get this from any other guy…”
It didn’t take long for you to realise what was happening. When she found out about your relationship with Thomas, Alison had told you the story of when he had recited a Kylie Minogue song to her believing it came from his own mind. Though this time, the song was a far more notorious one.
You listened intently as Thomas continued to deliver ‘his poem’, never looking away from your face even once and barely blinking. You had no idea what you should do. Should you stop him and tell him that it was literally a Rick Astley song, and upset him? Or should you allow him to finish and never tell him the truth?
Before Thomas could even get through the chorus, an involuntary reaction made your decision for you. Just a little giggle, and Thomas had stopped speaking and was just staring. His eyes were wide and he looked utterly devastated.
“My dearest? Are my words not to your liking?” The soft, melancholic tone in his voice was nearly enough to break your heart. “Because I will continue trying for an eternity to--”
“No, no, Thomas, it’s really sweet!” You reassured him, and you saw his eyes light up. “It’s just, uh…”
“Yes?”
“Those are actually the lyrics to a Rick Astley song,” you told him gently, and Thomas gasped out loud.
“How could I make such a foolish error again?” Thomas said, sounding like he was about to burst into tears. He looked away from you in shame. “I thought that my inner voice was speaking to me, giving me the words to tell you how I feel… but once again I have unintentionally plagiarised the beautiful words of another…”
“Hey, Thomas, it’s okay.” You touched his cheek, and he turned his head back to face you, though he couldn’t quite meet your gaze. “Even if you didn’t write the words, I think it’s really adorable that you heard that song and thought about me. I think you conveyed everything you needed to convey.”
“So many emotions rush through me whenever I think of you, it is very difficult to put them into words,” Thomas explained, looking into your eyes again, though he seemed far less confident than he did when he had first walked into the room. “I do not know what I am to do.”
“Hey, I know that you love me, and maybe if you don’t think about it too hard the words will come to you one day,” you said, leaning forward so your forehead rested against his. “But until then, a simple ‘I love you’ will do just fine.”
#thomas thorne x reader#thomas thorne imagine#thomas thorne fanfiction#bbc ghosts imagine#ghosts imagine#thomas thorne fluff#thomas thorne#mari's stuff
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Things I'd love to do with My Number Two
Warning : I didn't apply the normal sugar level here. (I guess?)
So.. I'll understand if you're not gonna finish reading it due to overflowing sweetness; somehow inappropriate cheezyness?
There it goes..
- I'd love to dance with you on a long-wide road, with a bright night sky, sharing the same moon and stars above.
- I'd love to sing a song for you. A song that will remind you how precious you are.
- I'd love to hold hands while walking in the park, while the rain's drippin', having the same red umbrella for the night.
- I'd love to do piggy back hugs when the cold is terribly hard to bear.
- I'd appreciate to receive bunch of White Roses on Valentines Day. It still makes my heart flutter.
- I'd love to take pictures with you. Just collecting plenty of happy memories.
- I'd love to watch movies with you. Havin' tons of pop corns and sweets on the table side.
- I'd love to share a book with you. I'll read the book right after you finish it. Give and take, love.
- I'd love to receive Good morning and Good night messages from you.
- I'd love to give you a phone call whenever I miss you.
- I'd love to share random chats with you, let's talk about life, perspectives, poem, music, roads, constellations, mountains. etc
- I'd love to answer a 3 AM phone call from you; not too often, of course.
- I'd love to do Mountain Climbing with you. Then, we'll both appreciate God's masterpiece on top.
- I'd love to eat everywhere, just anywhere, and anything, with you.
- I'd love to hear a song from you. Doesn't matter if you don't have such good melody. As long as it's for me. I'll be happy.
- I'd love to go to the Amusement park, try all the rides, and eat Cotton Candy.
- I'd love to know that you're not just only praying for yourself, but for other people as well.
- I'd love to meet your family, have bonding with your parents, and know how wonderful son you are.
- I'd love to introduce you to my family as well; will be so much proud to let them know how blessed I am to have you.
- I'd love to play guitar with you. Have some recordings of our covered songs, and considered it as our own platinum.
- I'd love to laugh with you, be silly with you, act naturally cute and bubbly in front of you. 😁
- I'd love to do crazy stuffs with you; singing and dancing while walking on the road at night.
- I'd love to attend church with you, with our families, worshiping the Lord wholeheartedly.
- I'd love to conquer cell groups with you; winning souls for the Lord.
- I'd love to walk on the seashore with you, watching the sunset together, counting the stars together, feel the waves together.
- I'd love to share tears with you; give you hugs and comfort in every battlefield you're facing.
- I'd love to watch you cook something for me too. Well, as i said - give and take, love.
- I'd love to call you random names, maybe just to annoy you, or to make you feel that 'kilig' at times.
- I'd love to travel the world with you.
- I'd love to support you in everything that you do, as long as it's for Christ' glory. We'll make it!
- I'd love to attend different Planet Shakers and Hillsong United's concerts with you.
- I'd make you feel special, I'll treat you right, I'll try my best not to annoy you. Sometimes?
- I'd love to make fun of you, in a very subtle and genuine way.
- I'd surely be grateful to have some quiet time and devotions with you.
- I'd love to write you a letter; occassionally or not.
- I'd love to hold your hand, listen to your dilemmas, give you words of love and encouragement.
- I'd love to talk 'bout things that will help us grow in faith together.
- I'd love to pray for you, in every second of everyday, I'll thank God for having you.
Love, I still want to write down all the things that I want to do when I'm finally with you.
When you're finally here with me - In God's perfect time. I can't stop my heart to swallow up excitement right now.
I know, there are a lot of times wherein we'll both find things too difficult;
especially while we're on our way to each other.
However, my prayer is -- for us to fight in the battle arena of waiting.
And, when that day comes, the day when I finally got the chance to meet you;
to hear your voice, to share you a glimpse of happiness.
I'll know that it is you. You'll know that it is me.
I'll wait for you. I won't get tired.
You'll come, I can feel it, I can almost see it.
Cuz God himself will declare that you're the one He made for me.
I'll know. You'll know.
Take heart, love.
I'll see you very soon.
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