Bored Going To Drop My Music Taste Here (jokes On You It Chages Every Week) And Yes It Is So Messed Up.

“They wouldn’t enjoy/do/act like that!” How do you know? Did you ask the fictional character that does not exist and is fictional?

literally died while making these

this is how cod ghosts 2 is going to start.

Erm...I shouldn't have even made this blog from the first place I have unfinished lessons, next final exams and unfinished requests (Jokes on yall half of em i didnt even think about to write)

How horror movies start:

Admire this mf.

unless they specifically asked, you don’t get to tell a fanfic writer you think they mischaracterized the character by the way. because the second someone writes a fanfic about a character, that character becomes the writer’s own version of the character. canon is only a suggestion, but whether or not an author will follow it / how much of canon an author will take is entirely up to them. you don’t get to stick your nose in their world and tell them “hey this is not to my liking therefore I think you’re doing it wrong” when you can simply leave quietly and move on to something else you may enjoy

ೃ Random cod ghosts hc༄༊·˚

Warning: emotional numbness, implied depression, Angst. Character: Hesh walker Song rec: Mice On Venus

○ Hesh Walker no longer looks in the mirror the way he once did.

○ It’s not melodrama. It’s just a quiet, unspoken truth. Since the day his father’s heart gave out and Logan vanished like dust on the wind, something hollowed out inside him. Not shattered — not broken in any obvious way — just emptied. A soft erasure, like someone had scraped out all the color from within him with the edge of a dull blade.

○ He doesn’t know what he's supposed to feel. Anger? Maybe. Sadness? Probably. Mourning? Grief? Words like those seem too clean, too neat. Emotions are supposed to arrive with names, faces, pulses — but what he feels doesn’t. It just sits there, shapeless and heavy, like fog that never lifts.

○ So he doesn’t say much. He doesn’t cry. Doesn’t rage. He does what he knows how to do: he keeps quiet and keeps working. The way a lieutenant should. The way he always has.

○ But the team notice.

○ They see the dark, sharp lines etched under his eyes — not just from sleepless nights, but from something deeper, something lodged in the bones. They see the tension in his jaw, the way he stands a little too still, as if movement might shake something loose inside him that he’s not ready to face.

○ Yet he remains what he’s always been: a born leader. Natural. Unyielding. Even when hollow, Hesh Walker is still the man others follow without question — the kind of man who doesn’t need to shout to be heard.

If you see something funny like too funny that crackled your whole bones, do not share it to anyone and don't ask me why