Simon Is Aware Of His Size.

Clark watched Bruce warily as he experimented with the string between them. Bruce had long ignored the red string of fate that connected them, but he could no longer avoid it after Clark had used it to stop him from storming out of a heated argument. Although only Bruce could see the string, Clark always felt its undeniable presence.

Recently, Bruce had begun to find practical uses for their bond. He usually used it as a communicator, tugging at the string whenever he needed Superman’s assistance.

Despite their growing reliance on this bond, neither really talked about the emotional weight of their connection. Bruce never initiated the conversation, and Clark hesitated to push the subject, especially when Bruce had only recently acknowledged the string's existence.

Clark had always assumed that Bruce saw their bond as more of an inconvenience until one day, Clark suddenly found himself able to see their string.

To his shock, it wasn’t the red he had expected—it was black. Traditionally, red strings of fate would turn black when a relationship was filled with rage and contempt. Bruce had been distancing himself because he thought Clark harbored resentment toward him.

But as Clark examined the string more closely, he realized something Bruce hadn’t seen. Their string wasn’t truly black—it was the deepest shade of red, signifying a mutual love that had matured and strengthened over time. Its color was so saturated that it appeared black to the naked eye.

What Bruce mistook for hatred was, in fact, a love so strong that its depth had been misinterpreted.

More of my lovely little monster Au. Gaz was fun. :0)

I need to draw them more.

Re-blog this if:

- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.

No one will know which applies.

I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

The very touch of you corrupts, when Castiel first laid a hand on you in hell, he was lost.

Ever since I pulled you out of hell, knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you, I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack. I cared about the whole world because of you. You changed me, Dean.

Price: "Keep up, boys. Little sergeants who get left behind get eaten."

Soap: "Did he just call us little?"

Gaz: "I'm more concerned with the getting eaten part."

warm up doodle of my wife

Ghost just... takes things. Never, ever leave anything unattended

The 141 as text posts + bonus Ghostsoap

There is an ongoing joke about Ghosts belt and tac vest. He can pull anything out of it. He has bandages spare radios, water, snacks. Price and Gaz are used to it, but when Johnny is new to the team, he finds it hilarious.

He discovers first hand one of the things Ghost carries when after a long mission, he is sitting there in the heli, disassociated badly, picking his nails till they bleed.

He feels a gloved hand grip his jaw, gently pushing his mouth open, before sour floods his senses and he coughs and splutters.

He looks up at Ghost who is holding a bottle of sour candy spray. "WHAT THE FOOK??"

Ghost simply patted Johnny's mohawk. "got you out of your head"