GUYS, GAL'S AND NON-BINARY PALS

GUYS, GAL'S AND NON-BINARY PALS

TERRY IS TRANS

Now- before you go 'What are you talking about he's not trans.' I HAVE PROOF- I HAVE EVIDENCE- I HAVE A THEORY (it's not really a theory persay but hey, MatPat's great and I've always wanted to say that) !!! For starters, THIS ↓↓

STRAIGHT UP ANSWER BUT ALSO HE BASICALLY SAID IT HIMSELF

AND FINALLY...

Trans colored fuckin flowers.

Also tho.. Male earth blood elves supposedly have antlers (or Ram horns I suppose).. Most generally Does and Bucks refer to deer.. Male deer have antlers, females dont. Terry also doesn't..

T R A N S G E N D E R !

So some of you are probably more familiar with König than I am, so I ask y'all, would he like Rammstein?

Love this so much so I decided to be the big person I am and reblog it <3

Soap keeps the skull balaclava from the Ghost Team.

Soap and Ghost were sent on a mission, quick in and out. Everything went to plan except for one thing. Ghost came back to their assigned car without his mask- instead, his face below the nose was covered with a dirty rag. He looked furious.

"Where is yer..." Soap waved his hand before his face.

"Torn to shit." He tossed the skull front of his mask to Soap, balaclava not attached. Soap managed to gracefully catch it.

"But ye are all right?" Johnny scanned Ghost for any injuries. He didn't find any, but he could see the tension in Ghost's moves.

"Peachy sergeant, now get in the car. We need to get to the safe house."

Soap decided not to pry and got in the car.

***

Soap looked at Simon the whole ride. Not because he was exploiting the fact that Ghost had a lot of his pretty face showing, but because he was worried. Their usual car rides since the eventful ride from Las Almas were filled with Soap's banter and Ghost's dry dad jokes. Now Soap was convinced he was going to be decapitated the second he would make any noise with how pissed Ghost looked.

"Do you have a problem, MacTavish?" He growled out. Turns out looking at him wasn't his best idea either.

"Ye should take that stinky rag off your face Lt."

"I won't be showing you my face."

"First of all, I have seen it already. Two, it's not even about that. This looks lik' ye pulled it from the devil's bahookie crack, I can smell it here and you have it in yer face." 

Ghost looked like he was considering Soap's words. "It does rake." He responded finally.

"Well then, take it off!" He flung his arms.

Ghost's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "I can't."

"Come on, Lt. me seeing your face can't be that bad-"

"It's not even about you, Johnny." Ghost interrupted, looking resigned. "I don't mind." 

Soap was confused. "Then why...?"

"I don't mind you looking. Everyone else is a different story. I am a different story."

"Oh." That wasn't the response Soap expected. He felt warmth dripping down his neck. The Scotsman immediately softened. 

"Yeah, "oh"." Ghost's voice was raspy.

"But now there is only me, Simon."

"You, me, and the rear-view mirror. And we will be at the safe house with others in 30 minutes. I can't have them look at me." Ghost was whispering. He looked focused on the road, but Soap saw the nervous tapping of his gloved hands on the wheel.

"Tis' that bad, huh?" Soap pondered. No pity or mockery behind it. Ghost just nodded slightly.

They drove like that for a while, when suddenly Soap lit up and started patting around his tactical vest's pockets. "Ha! Knew I brought it!" 

Ghost looked at him from the corner of his eye. He saw Soap holding out a balaclava to him, the exact same one he gave him months ago. Ghost was so dumbfounded that Soap had to grab the steering wheel to prevent them from crushing.

"Simon!" He regained his focus on the road and took the peace of fabric from Soap, placing it on his legs.

"You kept it."

"Yep, so now ye have something to wear."

"Why did you keep it?"

"Don't know honestly, felt important, lucky even."

"Really?"

"Yeah, whenever you are with me I make it out in one piece. Bringing the balaclava gives me at least a feeling of you covering my six, ye know?"

Ghost was probably too overwhelmed to process all this information, so he just pulled over and switched the rag with the clean balaclava.

On the next mission, everyone has a spare balaclava. Ghost knew it was Soap's doing and he fell for him even harder.

I just wrote what I had sitting on my mind, hope someone enjoyes it <3 I love all the feedback and I have so much fun in this community.

Look at little baby King 😭

You’re growing up too fast for me kiddo

:’‘‘) they are a light in my life

I'm a queer, he's a queer, she's a queer, we're all queers, hey!

If you like the word “queer” reblog.

Happy birthday Lemmy <3