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[stillbeatingheart]

Face of the Moon excerpt Chapter 9: Name

My mother named me Tilde because she liked the way it felt in her mouth, she liked the way her tongue and lips moved around the consonants.  In mathematics it means negation.  In English it’s most often used in place of about, it’s an approximation.  And in some languages it’s used to note a change of pronunciation.  

Truth is, she was probably high when she was filling out the papers.  And in the years since, she probably felt some need to explain it when people asked, when people wanted to know why she named her kid the title of a squiggly line.  

Amory’s not a word either, but at least it’s unfamiliar enough that most people think it’s just some creative forward-thinking name, some play on amour or something clever.  It’s not clever, it’s a town in Alabama that Mom passed through once in the passenger seat of an 18-wheeler while she was hitchhiking across the country.  Yes, hitchhiking.  How times have changed.  In not so many years.  Maybe we just think times have changed because it’s not romanticized anymore, it’s something for bums and junkies, not for hippies and broke travelers.  Now that the gap year has a name and only rich kids get to do it, it’s not about finding yourself.  It’s about losing yourself, or getting lost in the process of becoming an adult.  

Mom got lost.  And no amazing grace was about to save her.  Peyote either.

I never really thought about my name.  Only when kids teased me about it being a girl’s name but that didn’t last long when they realized I wore girls clothing too, and owned it.  I’d never be one of those kids that apologized with my stance or by trying to blend in, I always knew who I was and what I liked and it didn’t matter to me if others didn’t get it.  It wasn’t up to them to understand.  It never will be.

People say they just want to be understood.  They just want to be around people who get them.  Maybe that’s how it was with Jacy.  We spent our separate childhoods orbiting the same monsters with different faces, we knew without having to speak any of it.  Maybe that’s what it means to be understood.  To have the silence and know what it means.

Could I live without it?  Yeah.  Of course.  I’d lived without it before him and I’d live without it after him.  The problem is that once you have something for the first time, a part of you awakens.  Turns out, that part is hard to kill once it’s come to life.

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[thingsasbarcodes]

Kingsman: The Secret Service (2015)

[hopelessoptimisttea]

You should do a resume of Eggsy (Taron Egerton) and Agent Tequila (Channing Tatum)

Name: Gary “Eggsy” Unwin.

Age: 22-24

Nationality: British

Gender: canonically heterosexual, but can also be bisexual

Biological species: human

Religion: unknown (although he has something resembling icons in his house)

Appearance:

Hair: brown

Eyes: Green, possibly with a tinge of gray or blue.

Height: 5'10

Weight: 176

Distinguishing Features: Large mole on neck, chiseled jaw line

Social Life:

Occupation: originally a gopnik, then a Kingsman agent, then a Prince Consort of Sweden

Hobbies: gymnastics, parkour, manual dexterity, playing with dogs, socializing

Intelligence: gifted (huge IQ)

Talents: has skills of an Olympic gymnast, great physical strength, agility, endurance; good command of various weapons, excellent marksmanship, excellent stress resistance, willpower, charisma, acting ability; often gives good ideas in times of crisis.

Personality type: extrovert

Positive qualities: kind, fair, honest, brave, intelligent, resourceful, responsible to loved ones, generous, responsive

Negative qualities: reckless, cynical, infantile, rude

Biography:

Family: Michelle Unwin (mother), Lee Unwin (father), Daisy Unwin (younger sister)

Marriage and love: canonically married to Princess Tilde

Significant events: lost his father at age 5-7; lived under the oppression of a tyrant stepfather until age 22; trained to become Lancelot but failed the dog test; saved the world from Valentine; took the name Galahad; began a romantic relationship with Princess Tilda; lost almost all the members of Kingsman; met the Statesman agents; recovered Harry Hart's memory; saved the world a second time; married Princess Tilda and became the Prince of Sweden

[hitchell-mope]

Karamel kingsman au

Only film one. It fits best. Might make a film two au later on though. We’ll have to see how it goes

Mon El. Eggsy

J’onn. Harry

Kara. Tilde.

Samantha. Roxy

M’gann. Merlin.

Non. Valentine

Morgan. Chester

Maxwell. Charles.

[kingsmannetwork]

11 STANHOPE MEWS SOUTH, LONDON SW7 4TF --- At first, being in Harry’s house had made Eggsy feel like he was trespassing in another man’s life. And all around him were reminders of Harry, which made him grieve his mentor’s loss all the more. Harry was still very much alive in the house --- or at least, his memory was --- and Eggsy found his mentor’s intangible presence comforting. So much so that he had changed very little since moving in. He was certain a psychologist would have a field day with his keeping the house as a shrine to Harry, but he didn’t give a damn. Eggsy knew that when he was ready, he would put most of Harry’s things in storage, keeping only a select few as reminders of the man who’d made such a difference in his life. He simply wasn’t ready yet. 

[cas-kingdom]

Hart to Hart

A/N: Harry Hart with a side of fluff, please, thanks.

Set a year and a bit after Golden Circle.

Title: Hart to Hart

Summary: Harry notices you’re upset and comforts you in a way only a father can.

Words: 2674

Harry Hart didn’t often give up his evenings for teenage girls, so when the odd time came around that he was asked to, he didn’t exactly enjoy not being appreciated for it, especially when that unappreciation came in the form of him opening the door to his house, you walking straight in with a determined yet stony look on your face, and Eggsy staying a little grim-faced in front of the door, hands stuffed in his pockets.

The man turned to watch as you made your way into his living room, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before sighing and looking back at Eggsy. “I’m guessing my evening is going to be absolutely tremendous.”

“I’m sorry, Harry,” Eggsy said, a clearly apologetic tone to his voice. “I ain’t got a clue what’s with her, she just won’t talk to me. I’ll come pick her up after dinner so you don’t have to deal with her.”

Harry shook his head. “No, don’t be stupid. She can stay here tonight. You enjoy your date.”

Eggsy glanced behind Harry into the house before flicking his eyes back to him. He was clearly unsure. Throwing his miserable teenage sister on the man who’d never really had anything to do with the younger generation before he and his sister joined Kingsman just seemed a little… unfair. “Are you-”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure. I’ll have a talk with her, make sure she’s a little less grouchy when she’s returned to you.” Harry moved to shut the door. “Now, go back to Tilde before I change my mind.”

Eggsy grinned and reached forward to clap him on the shoulder. “Thanks, Harry, you’re the best!” He stepped back before calling into the house, ensuring you could hear him. “Oi, midget! You be good, or Harry’ll throw you out and I won’t be coming to pick you up!” Harry rolled his eyes before giving a little wave of his hand and shutting the door, sliding the lock into place after.

He sighed. Unwins. When had he become a babysitter? And, frighteningly, when had he ever complained about it?

Walking back along the hallway, he picked up the glass of whiskey he’d put to the side on his way to answer the door and downed the rest of the orange liquid. He had a feeling he’d need it, and that feeling only grew as he walked into the living room to see you curled up on one of his couches, hoodie pulled over your head and arms crossed as well as one can cross their arms while lying on their side. He’d been all too ready to walk in with the threat of turning of the Wi-Fi if you refused to talk to him, but seeing your phone thrown on the coffee table turned that idea to dust. He placed his whiskey glass beside your phone and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Dear God,” he said, “there is a homeless girl sleeping on my couch.”

“I’m not sleeping,” he just about heard, a muffled huff following a couple seconds later, and he couldn’t help but think about the fact you held more resentment over him accusing you of sleeping as opposed to him calling you homeless.

“No?” Harry tilted his head to the side slightly. “Well, it looks that way.”

“You’re infuriating.”

“How unfortunate.”

“Your face is unfortunate.”

Despite the fact the insult was clearly… insulting… Harry rose an eyebrow and let a corner of his mouth turn upwards in a gentle smirk. He had to admit, the year and a half since he’d recovered from his amnesia had definitely been something worth remembering. He’d never quite been a – how could he put this? – a fan of children, but ever since the day he’d taken both you and your brother in, he’d come to acquire a feeling of something definitely akin to love.

Alright, yes, it was love.

But, in times like this, you definitely tested his patience concerning how long he was actually capable of loving an almost-eighteen-year-old girl.

Uncrossing his arms, he walked forward and sat by your feet, folding his hands on his lap and turning his head down to you. You shifted a little, but apart from that there was no sign you would be willing to talk to him any time soon. “You’re in a rather bad mood, aren’t you?” A mere speculation. “Mind telling me what’s going on?”

As he expected, he received no reply, and so he lowered his voice in hopes it would garner a reaction. “You know…” He crossed his legs at the ankles and reached over to place his hands on yours. Thankfully you still respected him enough to take your muddy shoes off before collapsing on his expensive furniture. “Temperamental teenagers never used to be my forte…”

“Used?” came the little mumble, and Harry pat your feet.

“Of course. Since you wandered somewhat unceremoniously into my previously put-together life-” He didn’t miss the barely audible sliver of a laugh at that- “I’ve come to think of myself as having quite a talent at temperamental teenagers.”

You turned just enough for him to see you peeking at him through your arms. “You don’t know any teenagers besides me.”

He rose an eyebrow. “And how would you know that?” You turned back again, and he smiled fondly. “No, you’re right, I don’t know any more, and it’s fortunate that I don’t, really. I’m barely capable of keeping my head on straight with just you.” He’d been hoping for another hint of amusement and was quite content when he saw it – a brief smile flitting across your lips.

“Nevertheless-” He moved to cross one leg over the other- “one only needs one teenager to know how to deal with the lot of them. And, luckily, I know how to press the right buttons on this teenager to get her to talk to me…” With that, he reached over the smallest bit to press his fingers against your hoodie-covered, sensitive side and applied just enough pressure for you to choke on a giggle and bolt upright, scooting away from him and to the opposite end of the sofa. Harry rose both eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. “Ah, she rises. Excellent. Now...” He nodded once, a clear beckon towards him, and watched with a glimmer of victory in his eyes as you dropped your hood down. “Why don’t you come over here so we can talk like adults before I show you just how much of a Kingsman I can truly be.” There was an underlying hint of mischief in his voice that did not go unnoticed by you, as he knew it wouldn’t.

“That’s classified,” you mumbled a little begrudgingly, yet you still moved closer to him, turning fully to face him and crossing your legs in front of you. Your fingers intertwined on your lap and you sniffed, staring down at them.

“Not all of it,” Harry said with a short shrug. He looked at you for a moment, contemplating you as he comfortably sat against the back of the couch. As much as he had experience in this – which he did – it was often rare for you to act so unlike yourself. You were a bubbly thing, always keen to sit with him and just talk about whatever was going on in the world, or play a board game, or tell him Eggsy’s embarrassing moments – of which he’d never thought about weaning you off – over a dinner of his homemade chicken parmigiana. Seeing you so deflated was an occurrence he wasn’t entirely used to and, of course, not entirely fond of seeing.

He was a patient man, and so he didn’t prompt you anymore, simply waiting with his hands neatly folded on his lap and his gentle eyes looking at you – not at all firmly or in any way denigrating, just a familial kind of look that admittedly eased you a little.

“Ugh,” you more or less blurted out after a while of figuring out where to start. Harry stayed silent, simply watching and propping an eyebrow up half an inch as you fell forward and plopped your head down on the couch by his leg. “It’s stupid,” you mumbled after a few seconds.

“I’ve nothing planned for tonight, Y/N,” Harry told you, “sometimes stupid conversations can get you somewhere. And, besides, I doubt it’s as stupid as you think it is. Tell me, and I’ll be the judge of it, yes?”

It was his hand moving to lie atop your head that made you sigh a little in defeat and sit up straight again. At least ten seconds passed before you settled on the right words. “You know… you know the Toy Story movies?”

He gave you a look. “I’m not a delinquent.”

You smiled. “Sorry. Thought you’d have been too old when they came out for you to watch them.”

Harry tilted his head down a little dangerously and your eyes softened before they returned to your fidgeting fingers. “Well, I’d watched them all growing up. And I loved them. But…” Here, you exhaled a breath of air you hadn’t really realised you’d been holding. “M- Merlin told me he hadn’t seen them before. This was while you were… not here… so, one night, when Eggsy was on a mission in Sweden or somewhere like that, Merlin and I went to that huge theatre room at the back of the Kingsman house and we watched all three of the Toy Story movies in one night.” You smiled at the memory, eyes still downturned. “We finished at three am. Merlin loved them. He said it’d been the most fun he’d had in ages. Then I told him they were making a fourth one…” Another sigh, and Harry lifted his head in a way that indicated he was beginning to understand the point you were making, here. “God, Harry. He was so excited. He told me he’d pull some Kingsman stuff to get the movie in for us early when it was released so we could watch it together at home. And, well…” You shook your head. “The movie came out today, and he’s not here to watch it, and that doesn’t even really matter, because what does matter is that he’s not here at all, and that’s just- that’s just so shit, Harry.” You took a deep breath and put your head in your hands, trying your hardest to keep the tears clouding your vision from falling.

Harry looked on with melancholy swirling in his chest. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew that his… ‘death’… had made it so that Merlin had to step in as your father figure. Not a replacement, never a replacement, but someone had to be him, and he was damn glad that Merlin, one of his oldest friends, had been that man. He wasn’t being narcissistic at all, but he knew that that day at the church had broken you, and he could still remember the smile on your face when he’d recovered from his amnesia and, for a brief moment of absolute serenity, you’d had the both of them with you and safe.

Then the damn Scot had just had to save the world, hadn’t he?

“There are often moments,” he said gently, “in which something, whether that be an object, or a scent, or perhaps even just a passing comment a person happens to make, throws you back into a moment of despair in the form of a memory of a lost loved one. And it may not be a bad memory, like the one you’ve just described to me, but the memory still… well, it hurts, because it is a reminder of exactly what you’ve lost.”

You sniffed, and it was enough for him to know you’d lost the battle with your tears. Sitting up a little straighter, he pat his lap loud enough for you to hear, and in less than a moment you’d scooted over and curled up against his side, his arm wrapped around you and your head resting against his shoulder. “Don’t get tears on this shirt,” he told you quietly, “it’s fresh from the tailor.” You breathed a laugh and he pat your shoulder. “And don’t let things like this eat you up, Y/N. Eggsy was all too willing to listen as I was, and I would have had a much happier teenager barge into my home twenty minutes ago had you confided in him beforehand.”

He flicked his eyes down to you and, though you couldn’t see his face, you grimaced nonetheless. “Yeah,” you mumbled, “that was a bit rude. Sorry.”

Harry nodded. “Go easy on me when we play Monopoly tonight and perhaps I’ll think about forgiving you.” You rolled your eyes, not least of all because when had you ever beaten him at a board game? before sighing once again and placing your hand over his free one, which was still resting on his lap. He turned it and enclosed your smaller one in it. “Merlin loved you very much, Y/N.”

You swallowed thickly. “I know.”

“And he wouldn’t want you dwelling on what happened, you know that also. What he would want you to do is take a few of your friends to the cinema and watch Toy Story, and have the most fun while you’re doing it.” He took his hand from your grasp and chucked you under the chin, causing you to glance up at him. “He would so hate for you to miss out on what you love because you are afraid of doing it without him. And, for the record, this is not stupid in the slightest, and I struggle to wonder how you think it could be. Losing someone isn’t easy. In years to come there’ll still be moments like this. But what you need to understand is that there are people here to help you overcome the shit you’re feeling and make it easier, if only a little. Alright?” You nodded and he smiled warmly, pressing a brief kiss to your forehead. “Good girl.”

“Do you think you and Eggsy could be my ‘few friends’?” you asked, a glimmer of both hope and mischief in your eyes, and the man rose both eyebrows.

“Is this your way of getting me to ‘pull some Kingsman stuff to get the movie in for us early so we can watch it together at home’?”

You shrugged lightly, pushing your lips out. “Maybe...”

“There are things even a Kingsman agent isn’t allowed to do, you realise that?”

“But this isn’t one of them.” Obviously. 

Harry gave you a look before conceding, which of course wasn’t really a feat considering he was all too happy to get it done if it was what would make you a little more at ease. Merlin’s death had been hard on you all. Hell, even he still had the occasional nightmare. But losing your second father figure in the space of a year, even if one of those father figures had miraculously turned up alive, was still something incredibly difficult to overcome. It hadn’t been long. You still needed time. And he was not going to be the one to reduce that time. “You can have your movie,” he said, patting your back as a way of getting you to move so he could stand to his feet, “but I can’t promise I’ll be as humorous a company as Merlin was.”

You smiled at that, pulling your hoodie off and putting it to the side. “Yeah, he did tell me that, actually.”

“Oh, did he, now?” He waited for you to stand before putting an arm around your shoulder and walking towards the kitchen, intent on starting dinner.

“Yup. Something about you being too old to fully understand the jokes.”

“Ah. And you’re certain it wasn’t you who said that?”

“Pretty certain.”

“I doubt it. Now, sit there and talk to me while I cook this chicken. I’m not having you burn it again.”

“That was one time!”

Kingsman Masterpost

[stillbeatingheart]

Face of the Moon excerpt Chapter 8: Crush

I started a butterfly garden a few years back.  I can do stuff like that now - I have acres that belong to me.  Acres that Rolex had plans for garages and guest houses and fucking tennis courts or whatever else he could use to flaunt his money.  I, however, want a butterfly garden.

I spend my mornings here.  Smelling the salt of the ocean and watching delicate wings flutter.  I like the flowers too, they have their merit.  But it’s the butterflies.  It’s these tiny creatures that can just up and fly away whenever they want to, these weak looking tissue paper thin insects that can fly up to 2,500 miles in migration.  Those wings, those are wings of power and endurance.  

They’re slow to trust me at first.  Who isn’t?  Give me a creature with a brain who is quick to trust and I’ll show you a fool.  Eventually they begin to land on a flower when I hold it in my hand.  

“I could crush you,” I tell one of them this morning. “I could crush you so easily.”

We’ve been here nearly five years now.  We’ve lived a life of fortune.  Sometimes brutal, sometimes harsh.  But never harsher than the life we lived before the fortune.  It’s the brutality that’s taking its toll.  It’s wearing lines into Jacy’s face, and I hate them.  I thought, probably seven years ago now, that I’d watch him age.  I’d watch smile lines fissure, spread and find permanence in the corners of his eyes.  I’d watch laugh lines etch and carve their way around his mouth.  I’d watch all these beautiful tributaries become rivers and I’d revel in it.  Knowing that I caused some of them, probably most of them.  Jacy never laughed the way he did with me, he never did that with anyone else.  

I watch the butterfly as it’s wings open and close.  Lazily now.  And I think I can’t remember the last time I heard Jacy laugh.

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[thingsasbarcodes]

Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017)

[solrosan]

Chapters: 1/1 (3248 words) Fandom: Kingsman (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Hart & Eggsy Unwin, Tilde/Eggsy Unwin Characters: Harry Hart, Eggsy Unwin, Tilde (Kingsman), Kingsman Agents, Statesman Agents Additional Tags: Eggsy Unwin as Merlin, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Prince Eggsy Unwin, Grief/Mourning, Mental Instability, Mental Health Issues, Rebuilding, rebuilding kingsman, Pick a Puppy Series: Part 9 of Queensman

Summary: Being Merlin isn't just yelling at new recruits and helping Arthur pick out new wall paper for the mansion -- or for that matter spending disproportional amounts of time at the kennel with the puppies. Being Merlin also means sending agents out in the field, and sometimes they don't come back.

Even if Eggsy deep down knows that, he's not prepared for the reality of it.

Notes: See! I haven’t forgotten about this series yet! Also... we need to start using the tags “Rebuilding Kingsman” and “Pick a Puppy” so that they become searchable. Come on, fandom! We can do it! (Like Merlin Has a Large Cock, but that’s a different story, and we’re on our way there! XD)

[thrilmalia]

Drabble advent calendar: Door 21

Who knows what the vultures of the press would say if the princess were accompanied to her winter ball by a one-eyed tailor twice her age. Which is why Harry attended as a normal guest and waited in a quiet corner of the royal garden while the other guests danced.

"Have you tried the lussekatter?"

Harry turned to Tilde, taking her hand to twirl her.

"You shine brighter than Lucia tonight, my dear," Harry said before a kiss.

"May I have this dance, Käraste?"

Smiling, Harry moved his hands to lead her into a dance right there in the garden.

@ess-jay-oh @agentdagonet @killer-kelp

[stronglyobsessed]

I have some spare time at work—SHOCKER we didn’t float—and my ask box is open to Kingsman prompts.

Any prompt, any pairing I ship, all ratings welcome.

I am currently taking time off bigger stories and just writing what inspires me.

So send some my way!

[utakanalight]

my drugs are everywhere. they were never my thing, but here i am, running the biggest drug cartel in the world. the only downside is having to live in the middle of nowhere. you know, these ruins are technically undiscovered. i just added a few touches to remind me of home. i grew up on all that awesome ‘50s nostalgia

spy movies tribute ↳ kingsman the golden circle

[deepdarkwaters]

I hope you're still taking prompts. :D 1) Merlin/Harry, fucking machine. 2) Eggsy & Harry & JB, bath time. 3) Eggsy/Harry, dancing. 4) Roxy & Tilde, girls' night. Congratulations on 1000 followers!

"Don't stop," Harry whimpers on an exhale right by Hamish's ear, "please don't stop, don't stop," which of course has the exact opposite effect and makes him go off like a firework immediately.

"Ah, no. Sorry," Hamish says weakly when he's finished shuddering, and feels Harry laugh through the forgiving kiss on his forehead.

"Never mind." He finds Hamish's wrist, directing it down to where the flood of come and lube is spilling out of him until he gets the message and shoves two fingers in hard.

"You're insatiable. I'm not a machine."

But - that's an interesting idea, isn't it?

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It's just appalling, borderline offensive, how fucking good Harry looks with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It softens the way his entire demeanor always looks as tailored as his suits, turning him casual and almost attainable - and then that strand of hair collapses over his forehead from the steamy bathroom air and Eggsy just loses his cool.

"What if I get in that bath."

Harry blinks, once. "I beg your pardon?"

"If I strip off and get in that bath. What then?"

He goes back to rinsing the shampoo off JB. "You'll smell like wet dog, that's what."

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"I can't dance," Eggsy says mutinously for the fiftieth time. "It's against the Geneva convention to try and make me."

Harry's being remarkably patient about all of this. "I appreciate you don't enjoy things you're not immediately good at, but it's non-negotiable, I'm afraid. It's a vital skill for the types of functions we have to attend undercover."

"Can't do it. Got no rhythm. I'll just make an arsehole of myself sticking my elbows out at weird angles not even on the beat."

"Have you considered," Harry says, taking his hand, "that you've simply never had the right partner before?"

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There are walk-in wardrobes, and there are walk-in wardrobes with secret doors on the back wall that slide away to reveal another room full of wigs in every colour and style, glasses, hats, outfits that Roxy would never in a million years wear but her various aliases would.

"Take your pick," she says, trying not to laugh at the kid-on-Christmas-morning glee on Tilde's face.

Tilde chooses a cascade of auburn curls and Roxy helps her try it on, steering her to a mirror to see herself transformed, anonymous.

"Is it me?" she asks, and Roxy shrugs.

"It's anyone you want."

[Leave drabble prompts here]

[stillbeatingheart]

Face of the Moon excerpt Chapter 12: Cycle

There was a time in my life when all I wanted was to get out, out of this town, out of this life, out of this building and start something of my own, to become the adult that I had so long been expected to behave like, but as a true adult I’d have the say over my own body, I’d be able to make my own decisions for my own good times.  It’s strange how a ghost can follow a person for so long, can dictate direction of thoughts and twist memories into levels of significance or insignificance that they never actually reached.  

I walk through the doorway, glass crunching under my boots.  I can feel a few shards embedding into my treads and coming along with me for awhile until they decide to fall away and settle in a new area.  Those shards of memories, good and bad, and all it takes is a careless boot to move them all around until the puzzle pieces can no longer make a whole.

The living room, as we called it, is the same.  Minus the things that made it homey.  The bones of the couch still there, the stuffing still stuffed in some places, taken apart by rodents in other places.  I wonder if I sat down, if it would smell only of must and rot now.  Or if there would still be a part of him, a part of Jacy, lingering in those cushions.  If his scent would waft out in a cloud of pot smoke, Axe body spray and cinnamon gum.  Underneath that was him.  The sweat and dirt, the trampled grass, the nature surrounding us that had sunk into his pores to live there, a reminder that the home we lived in was only one step away from that, from the vastness of nature and all of its whims.  We had a roof in most places, we had walls that were mostly still standing.  Sometimes we started fires in the corner of the big room, keeping us warm on dark rainy nights.  Sometimes we’d lie on our backs on the bare concrete hoping that it would cool us in the high heat of summer.  

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[a-gent-galahad]

— Midnight Excerpts #32 // L.H.Z

[kingsmansecretsanta]

Kingsman Stocking Stuffers 2018?

First of all, our sincere apologies for the radio silence. Both mods have been extremely busy! But since there have been some questions about a Secret Santa or Stocking Stuffer event taking place this year, we figured we’ll try to see if people are interested this year.

So, the question is: are you guys up for a 2018 Stocking Stuffer event? 

What’s a stocking stuffer event, again?

During a Stocking Stuffer event you and the other participants submit prompts to us. The mods put the prompts in a freely-accessible spreadsheet, which you can browse during submission of the prompts as well as during the period of creating. After the prompt-submission closes, a period of time will follow in which you can create as many gifts as you want, for as many people as you want. Anything goes here; from sketches to full-blown drawings, drabbles to fics, playlists, photosets, manips, avatars, a limerick if you so desire. You choose! The mods will keep a tally of who has and hasn’t received something yet, and will nudge our Christmas Elves towards empty stockings. It’s more fun when everyone gets something, after all! 

Posting would unfortunately NOT be during the actual Holidays because we realize it’s a busy time and it’s short notice at best. Suggestions for how long it should be open are also very welcome :)

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