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[noxranger]

Edelgard --- #edelgard #fireemblem #fireemblemthreehouses #fireemblemthreehousesfanart #fethreehouses #threehouses #theblackeagles #nintendo #art #artist #fanart #intelligentsystems #artofinstagram #artistsoninstagram #digital #digitalart #digitalpainting https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt6MD8hHqLi/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15erpqdexgp86

[katisha888]

103. Hanoi Hellground (The Black Eagles) by John Lansing. Vintage Paperback. Captain Robert M. Falconi of the 5th Special Forces had his orders: the clandestine SOG needed an enforcement arm and Falconi was to put it together. Made up of the best jungle fighters if R.S. could muster, they were to take the war to Charlie - no matter where is Southeast Asia he tried to hide. Vintage paperback from the mid-1980s. ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 0722153805 Publisher ‏ : ‎ Sphere; paperback / softback edition (May 23, 1985) Paperback ‏ : ‎ 312 pages Item Weight ‏ : ‎ 6.4 ounces OR 0.18 kilograms Item Dimensions: 4.25 x 6.9 x 0.6 inches Condition: Good. All pages are intact with no tears, folds or marks. A crease on the book spine. Tanning on pages. Owner's name on inner cover. Plastic cover from owner. Color variation may happen in photo due to lighting conditions when it was taken. ** Please manage your expectations for pre-owned items – you can request additional photos to confirm the condition. ** #hanoihellground #johnlansing #theblackeagles #thecuriouskittycatstuff #katishaskit #katkit #prelovedbooks #booksforsale #katishaskabinet (at Cebu City) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSrO1jtJUJ9/?utm_medium=tumblr

[gelezinisvilkas]

@theblackeagle​ sent:

""-He comes up behind him, pulls his hair, then pushes him-""

[why is this even happening to him]

“And I see you’re still breathing.”

[kwiecista-archive]

@theblackeagle II  ❀

“Don’t think I didn’t see that.  You think you’re being so sly, but it’s clear that you’re stealing all of my cookies.”

[preussischekrahen]

Snow

@theblackeagle found a shivering miserable looking figure

Shelter that provided a proper hiding place from ordinary people was proving difficult to find. He couldn’t risk flying either to search when he was so close to buildings. The last time he had attempted that he had ended up with a bullet through his wing. A violent shiver overtook him for a moment and he was fairly certain he could not feel his clawed toes any more. Grumbling to himself, he leaned against the nearest tree. A thin layer of frost had started forming on his wingtips and it didn’t look like he was going to find any reprieve from the cold anytime soon.

[killianadam]

Ready for #theblackeagle #toronto w @carloslindo #djdwayneminard #djmikeyb (at The Black Eagle Toronto)

[zhemyna]

She felt the rumble of the engine through her feet more than she heard it. A deep primordial thrum, echoing not only through the floor but across the frame. She closed her eyes, to listen to it, feel it. Like a heartbeat, the heartbeat. Even mechanical creatures, as wrought by human hands, had one such pulse. She had just started to see and was learning to understand the colored swirls, the energy flowing through her when the road dipped suddenly, one of the wheels of the car bumping sharply into a growing pothole and jolting a loud cough from the retainer across the back seat from her.

After he’d cleared his throat of inhaling spit, he noted weakly, “I should alert the transportation department to a meeting about that. I doubt it’s the only one...”

Her brow furrowed after re-centering herself from such shock, resuming a calm stiff-backed composure as the the car wound its way off what was essentially her long and winding driveway from the house into Paleugmeddi proper. The jagged terrain replaced with that in the bowl dug to accommodate the sprawling metropolis, loam and dirt and basalt peaks giving way to rising towers and ancient wooden structures built centuries before to withstand the winds and weather.

“We should get a survey together to find all of them and test the area. Make sure it is not a costly problem to fix.”

The retainer chuckled a little, watching the people and buildings outside the car zip passed. “It’s going to be costly, regardless of survey. Something to do with the loam shifting and moving retaining walls, if I remember. We’ll be at the Parliamentary State Building in a few minutes.”

Here, she unleashed an exasperated sigh, though said nothing until the sleek black car had pulled in front of the building. The engine stopped, ticking its way into silence as both chauffeurs exited and opened the back doors, one at the streetside, one at the building side. 

Zhemyna exited street, as per usual, standing straight up and simultaneously dusting and pressing her clothing, the retainer emerging from the opposite side. As soon as they met again and made their way to the building in question, the considerably taller nation made something of a disgruntled noise.

"Why must they insist on doing it here. They have a perfectly decent governmental center in Koenigsberg that we have been using for centuries to debate this constant 'agreement'...." she muttered under her breath, receiving a jovial tone from the retainer's throat in amusement.

"Perhaps they got sick and tired of looking at the only thing they're allowed to have and wanted a change of scenery to something they could never have."

For a second, she scrutinized him, watching as he crossed his arms behind his back importantly, a smug smirk on his face as they entered the domed parliamentary building.

"....That is an absolutely devilish way to look at it. But I love it so much."

"So glad you approve."

The click of footsteps practically in time with one another echoed high above in the main foyer’s high domed ceiling as they made their way back toward the council chamber.

“Still. I wish they would have kept it to routine. The drive would have helped me prepare myself mentally.” Another mutter, perhaps a little worried.

The retainer only offered her another small laugh, patting her upper left arm affectionately. “I’m sure you’ll be okay. As soon as you walk through those doors, you will fall back into routine and it’ll be over. You’ll be up on the hill again before you know it. Now.” He stopped right in front of the chamber doors. “I have some roadwork to assign, if you’ll please excuse me.”

“Certainly, Marcal. Do your duties as only you can. I will see you later.”

A bow of heads in a friendly farewell was shared before she turned and entered the chamber with quiet steps. Already, parliament had papers strewn across the desk on the dais, whispering quietly over them until she entered, striding down the stairs in the seating area with long confident strides. If she could fool them, she could fool herself and anyone else.

“I see you are nervous, my dear. No need to be.”

Barca was the one to speak up, his grandfatherly voice simultaneously soothing and causing her to frizz at being discovered. He added on, “It’s nothing but routine, no matter where we choose to host it. Please sit here in the front row; your presence in this room is a necessity and appreciated.”

She nodded without speaking, moving to the seats indicated at the direct side of the dais with small bobs of her head toward the other councilmen in greeting, taking a seat nearest the dais and compulsively smoothing her skirt around her knees. It looked like she was here early, which was a relief and without surprise, seeing as how she lived on the hill above the city. It would give her a chance to try and ground herself beforehand. After all, dealing with South was .....tiring, for lack of a better word.

@theblackeagle

[mzxhv]

#torontonightlife #theblackeagletoronto #theblackeagle #bff #gaytoronto #gayberlin (at The Black Eagle Toronto) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6uJYzppQhmnOvH5ELUPIO1d2FdiOgeW0Q3jW40/?igshid=6m0z3qazgmyl

[omegaman81]

Pres. Obama held a G8 Summit at Camp David in 2012 of which the US Gov’t owns. What is DOESNT provide...is a money making opportunity for Donald Trump 🤔 #theblackeagle #gop #cnn https://www.instagram.com/p/B1tIj8PBnMr/?igshid=1etam8vd0xglr

[asuma2805-blog]

Sometimes our heart will take us through turmoil of our own doing and boy do we know how to break our 💔. But, it needs to be done, because your soul needs growth, healing, realizations, acceptance of truths and to take off the veil that you purposely covered yourself with. Yes, we hurt a lot and the pain is deep but if we can do so much for them. Why can't we do so much for ourselves? What stops us? Are we too humble? Did we grow up believing that we are only able to move heaven and earth to those we truly love? Don't we count as someone we truly love? Do we have a mindset that we do not count? Are we worried what others may think if we put ourselves first? Do our internal values refrain us from doing so? So many other questions that we need to internalize and understand why we do what we do. No more excuses, no more blaming, no more putting it off. Like #theblackeagle #joemadison always says. What are you going to do about it? Find Yourself, Love Yourself and Be Yourself. Follow your heart and use your mind, body and soul to guide you. Keep moving forward, be the amazing person that you are and I'll always be rooting for you #alwaysshootforthestars🌟🌠 #Besafemyfriend😊❤😊 #raisethebar #treatherright #beagentleman #treathimright #beagentlewoman (at Know Thy Self Love Thy Self) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzBi_4yAIXH/?igshid=1t09lasbsy685

[povolge]

starter for @theblackeagle

         “ What I fail to understand is how, understanding circumstances regarding your condition, you still insist on seeking out trouble. ”

   He doesn’t usually care to speak of it, this uncomfortable truth they both prefer to overlook during the moments they manage to find themselves together. There is a tenseness to his speech, as he understands the manner of territory he happens to be encroaching-- yet accompanied by this is the more tender, gentler air of concern.

         “ ... do not misunderstand. I simply wish to avoid any possible... consternation. ”

[mauerfrau]

@theblackeagle

As Lily stared at the occasionally twitching shoulder of the beast before her, she wondered for the hundredth time why she had agreed to this outing. She had never ridden a horse. Gilbert knew that. She was painfully aware of it. So why and how had this come to be. It wasn’t the height she was afraid of. She liked being up high. Nor the speed, for she enjoyed paces faster than any horse could give. But the thought of an animal being underneath her and in control of where she would go, leaving her to bounce in a saddle helplessly...Now that was something she was nervous about. 

She looked over to Gilbert as he finished saddling his own mount. She had not gotten any closer than within three feet of her own. “Are you sure about this? I know I said yes when you seemed so lonely on the phone, but I don’t know if I can do this. How do you know it won’t throw me as soon as I get on?” 

[dimensional-baker]

The Brit’s eyebrows furrowed. “It’s the later. I can sense it.” He said. “I’m Isaac. Isaac Jesse Kirkland.”

@dimensional-baker

“So who are you again? And why should I care? More importantly, you seem to know who I am. Or at least that I’m not human, but if it’s the first I want you to tell me about me. If you interest me enough we can go get currywurst or ice cream.”

[kwiecista-archive]

@theblackeagle ❤‘d for a starter

“You know, sometimes I think back to the old days....And sometimes when I do, I think about those times when I embarrassed you.  Good times.  I still remember your face exactly.”

[patronize-remade]

372 ⥂ theblackeagles

this is for the release of three houses and is probably temporary. mutuals reblog please :)

[omegaman81]

A MUST READ!!! Buying my copy TODAY!! #daperdan #theblackeagle #harlemworld https://www.instagram.com/p/B0n6U8VBCUz/?igshid=67hfenx0fo48