He's A Cat. Simon Is A CAT.

He's so pretty I wish we were seahorses.

(a hug from this man would probably make my mental state worse but who cares)

John: I really like this whole 'good guy, bad guy' thing you guys have going.

William: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m evil and Sherly isn’t.

INTERIM // if (then)

(also sorry for the no cws on my previous post. my bad!)

THEN // if (then) FINAL PART

HES LAUGHING AT HIS OWN FUNERAL BECAUSE HES ACTUALLY ALIVE (i scream as they drag me back to the padded room)

I started the semester with straight A's but now am not even straight anymore...

Gaslighting myself into believing I'm fine.

Husband 😮‍💨

The consequences of a prank

h/c that soap insinuates ghost is ugly for months, because it's the only thing he can think of for someone so skilled and too elusive to have any visible flaws, and he can't be nice even to his favorite superior. and ghost is amused by it, mostly because it's the least mean thing he's heard about him.

up until it's price who gets a little too loose lipped during a visit to the pub that, as usual, is missing ghost. he lets a nickname slip from way back before simon was ghost of pretty boy riley and soap's stupid, pining brains latches onto it.

and of course, his usual taunts reflect this change.

instead of saying ghost is doing them all a favor by covering up his ugly mug, he finds himself saying that ghost has done them all a favor because he'd be too much of a sight for sore eyes for them all to aim right. instead of saying that he should take off the mask to really scare hostiles, he finds himself saying ghost should take it off to stun them.

ghost reacts just the same, with some quip or a huff of a laugh. but that little bit of attention is always enough to feed soap.

he really learns how this change makes ghost feel when he's covering him while soap's setting up charges in the basement of a building, left completely unguarded. he doesn't even think when he tells ghost "just sit there and look pretty for me. a little bit o' eye candy while i work never hurts."

and ghost just had to pick that day, of all days, to ditch the grease paint that would hide his red face well enough for sunglasses.

"It's her first time being a mother."

It's my first time being a child too. She can be a mother again, but I cannot be a child anymore.

It's so hard to fight with parents that broke their back to provide for you, a mother who raised you against so much injustice in your father's family. But she has left scars I cannot heal, pain that cannot be replaced, a void I cannot fill up, and a gaping emptiness that keeps on gnawing at my feet like an animal clawing at me cruelly. At night I'm left to cry in the blankets which are supposed to provide me warmth but acts as a shield instead. Everyday, every second. I know she didn't have the privilege to pursue her dreams, but how is it fair to rip mine apart? How is it fair to crush my hopes, my interests, my confidence. Telling me how useless I am, how no one will ever love me, how I will never be good for anything. Is this what a mother should be like?

Was her resentment towards her life born as me? Is that why I'm subjected to her venomous words and my silence? Her anger and my sadness? Her slaps and my bruises? While my brother recieves her calm and gentle love? It hurts because you know she's capable of loving, but not towards me. Towards him. And I'm left crying like a pathetic dog starving for a shred of affection.