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Édgar Ramírez and Pedro Pascal attend the 2020 Vanity Fair Oscar Party on February 9th, 2020 in Beverly Hills, California.

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𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕 ♥️ 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢ou 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗

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Sebastian “SERIOUS BOI” Mandragora

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"I like dead things. They cannot hurt me."

“—– Venous snakes would like to differ, even in death they can extract their vengeance.”   He offers her a cheeky grin, reclining against the cold, tiled wall of the room. Wasn’t he just the angelic picture of perfection. Never the one to let things go.  “I mean at least there is some validity to your statement.”  He points to the cadaver laying peacefully atop the nearby surface. “He won’t be getting up anytime soon - saves you from the monotony of boring conversation.”

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"My body is a graveyard."

“—— full of ROTTING flesh and bones? ” 

Whatever is meant by her words is LOST on him as his face scrunches up in confusion, arms crossed as his brow furrows. “ or is it that it is associated with god fearing individuals seeking salvation?” He keeps digging at whatever hole he has dug for himself, attempting to make sense of it all. Perhaps she had meant it as a statement akin to that of her being tired. It was late into the night , but that is just how it went. His work never truly ended did it? And as each hour passed by his humor and any level of jovial attitude he had earlier had long ago vanished. 

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RICHARD SIKEN / WAR OF THE FOXES Change pronouns as necessary and tweak sentences as appropriate!

I am faithful to you, darling.

When you bang on the wall you have to remember you’re on both sides of it but go ahead, yell at yourself.

Some people don’t understand anything.

He’s easy to desire since there’s not much to him.

No one wants to know what’s in his head.

To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn’t. It should be.

You’d break your heart to make it bigger.

Will you defend yourself? From me, I mean.

Let’s kill something.

I prefer to blame others, it’s easier.

All these ghosts come streaming down and I wish I had something else.

We all move forward anyway. Ripples in all directions.

What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.

All thoughts finish themselves eventually.

Can we love nature for what it really is: predatory?

When you have nothing to say, set something on fire.

I wanted to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.

Something’s not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it.

The enormity of my desire disgusts me.

Look away but I’m still there.

Want something to chase you? Run.

Take only what you need.

Never finish a war without starting another.

I’ve seen your true face: the back of your head. If you were walking away, keep walking.

The fear: that nothing survives. The greater fear: that something does.

All these things and what to do with them. We carve up the world all the time.

I like dead things. They cannot hurt me.

We like things related to our survival: soup, arrows - they expand the range of the species.

My body is a graveyard.

People like to think war means something.

Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other. We know who our enemies are. We know.

There are many loves but only one war.

You will need to comfort him, or we will never be finished with this.

You cannot have an opponent if you keep saying yes.

Its roots in the ground and its branches in the air, a tree is pulled in two directions.

The boy is a bird, bad bird. He falls out of trees.

You cannot get in the way of anyone’s path to God. You can, but it does no good.

Some say God is where we put our sorrow.

In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.

What can you know about a person?

Difficult thing, to be scrutinized so long.

Even when I look away I am still looking.

Everyone secretly wants to collaborate with the enemy, to construct a truer version of the self.

How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?

Why build a room you can live in? Why build a shed for your fears?

There wasn’t much left but it felt like him, wild and scared.

The best part of spirituality is reverence. There are other parts. Some people like to hear the sound of their own voice.

If you don’t believe in God, then who are you talking to?

But truth doesn’t count in law, only proof.

Was I discovered or invented? Feels like I’ve always been here.

Measure yourself against the truth and not the other way around.

Perfect and completely dead.

People don’t learn anything unless they are afraid of being left behind.

Logic is boring because it works. Being unreasonable is exciting.

I am your arrival, there is no refusal, we are here, you see, together, we are already here.

This is also part of the story: how the story changes. This is something I forgot to tell you.

You might like it here. I think that you might like it here.

I tell you these things because I love you.

It’s nothing like I thought it would be and closer to what I meant.

Maybe we will wake up to the silence of shoes at the foot of the bed not going anywhere.

It reminds me of where I was going without you.

You know what it’s like to be alone: gimlets and vermicide. You know what it’s like to be alive, so forgiveness.

You asked me once, What are we made of? Well, these are the things we’re made of.

I turned my ears in all directions. I’ll live alone or in between.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else.

Your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything.

I live in big spaces, so I’m left alone in big spaces.

We made ourselves cold. We made ourselves snow. We smuggled ourselves into ourselves. Haunted by each other’s knowledge.

To hide somewhere is not surrender, it is trickery.

I try to guess your trajectory and end up telling my own story.

I surrender my desire to be healed.

Take it or leave it, and for the most part you take it.

Shame comes from vanity. Shame means you’re guilty, like the rest of us, but you think you’re better than we are. Maybe you are.

There is no new me, there is no old me, there’s just me, the same me, the whole time.

Don’t try to make a stronger wind, you’ll wear yourself out. Build a better sail.

You want to solve something? Get out of your own way.

What’s the difference between me and the world? Compartmentalisation.

I hope it’s love. I’m trying really hard to make it love.

I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary.

I’d rather quit. I’d rather be sad. It’s too much work.

I mean, maybe it’s better if my opponent wins.

What happens when I no longer want to meet you?

Nothing lasts forever: we know this.

Longing and suffering? Of course, of course. You want it to mean something.

You can disconnect it or you can try to glue it all together.

We could pull it apart, spend our whole lives pulling it apart and have no time left to do anything smart with the pieces.

The sooner you embrace it, the sooner it will leave you.

You are what you cover up.

Noise and more noise. Noise up to heaven.

One wonders why a story like this exists.

I want to give you more but not everything. You don’t need everything.

Someone has to leave first.

He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand.

All this was prepared for me. All this was set in motion long ago.

I stayed as long as I could. Now look at the moon.

What does all this love amount to?

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Edgar Ramirez in Joy (2015) 

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hey! if ur ever looking for information on my character (whether i haven’t finished/uploaded my stats or bio pages or it’s just information you’d like to know) you can always 100% shoot me a message asking about anything! if you need something cleared up about my muse, ask me. if you wanna learn more about my muse, ask me. if something is confusing you or you just want to know more - ask me! i’m always available to answer questions about my muse because the odds are i’m probably still figuring them out. no matter how long i’ve had them for, there’s always room for character development and finding out more about them. there are some things even i haven’t figured out about my muse, so always feel free to ask me if you wanna know anything.

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“--- UNTIL  the end of time if we have to.” In all of his years of being on the field, Sebastian had never encountered somebody with the same personality like CARMEN. She had been a puzzle to slowly piece together with each encounter. Even when he had been close to apprehend her- she had somehow always managed to slip away from his grasp.  The truth of the matter was that he  LET  her escape. He wasn’t nearly as blind as his superiors, nor was he the type to simply ingest all the ‘information’ being forced into his mind. Decisions made a man in life- and if they were wrong, well he would pay for it when the time came. Taking a step towards her, he lowered the firearm he had previously pointed in her direction. “Honestly Carmen, haven’t you ever realized that it was because of me that you escaped the claws of justice? Do you seriously not know that I took up this position to ensure that you would continue your work ? ”

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“How many times are we going to play this game of cat and mouse Mandragora?” What was it with law agencies? Each time they had to send someone to attempt and apprehend her it was always the same case. Chase Devineaux was likely the chief pursuant- and even after so many years he had only really managed to apprehend her a handful of times (from which she was able to escape quickly from). Now it was Sebastian Mandragora, another son of justice who would likely do anything to prove himself to his superiors. “ Don’t you get tired of it all?”

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ptsd stuff no one talks about

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@hatshaw said: ❛ 𝙾𝚒 , 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 ! ❜

------ “ DON’T TELL ME, you’re afraid of an antiquated, wooden spear? Just look at this old thing, looks like it might break if you swing it too hard.” Sebastian glances down at the splintering weapon in his hand, an eyebrow raising ever so slightly as his hand traces the small grooves in the wood. Even in its antiquated state he can still make out the tiny designs and intricate detailing that must have taken the unknown artisan hours of labor. There's and elegant quality to it, delicate in the detailing and beautiful in its own right.   “ I suppose that in the right hands this might be quite deadly.”   he flips the spear over to it’s blunt, flat side, playfully shoving it in her direction, flashing a slight grin before again propping it up to look at the detailing, captivated by it once more. 

He doesn’t look back up at her until he is satisfied with his survey of the weapon. As if to show his prowess even with this wooden weapon he spins it around, moving it from hand to hand in one rapid, fluid motion. Despite the somewhat fragile appearance, the spear clearly has soem more fight left in it. Sebastian expertly whirls fast enough as it moves through the air to cause a slight whipping noise. It is only then that the rare appearance of a grin marks his lips...show-off.    “ ------ It’s not too shabby, it has some nice little inlays, very clearly labored over... How do you think it’ll look like on my wall? ”

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@agentinred​ said: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏? 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏.

*---------------- OF FLESH AND BONE, was that not the entirety of man in a single phrase? Fragile creatures tearing up from both the inside and the outside at the slightest twinge of pain. A true man is one who leaves behind everything else, there is no room for any emotions- bury your tears, bury those fears deep down inside, quell that aching heart. It had beena constant motto, drilled into his mind since early childhood. Sebastian’s father had been a rough man, cold and almost unapproachable but ultimately his teachings had failed. The reason being that he never did take into account his dear wife’s impact on the children’s teachings. Where Sebastian’s father was cold, she was warm to the core, rivaling the sun in it’s outpouring of warmth and life.     “ We are made of that and MORE, of flesh and bone, of raw emotions rocking our very core, of memories, of those who have gone before us. They shape us in ways we no not of in the present, teaching echoing from now into eternity. ”    He pulls at his coat, not because of the cold, but because of the awkward position he finds himself ind- knowing all too well that he must do his best to bring her in- it is his DUTY to bring her to justice. YET, nothing had ever quite prepared him for this type of situation. What if a twang of empathy for the VILLAIN made  him question his resolve?

All he could do was watch (awkwardly) as she knelt down beside him, her iconic, wide-brimmed headpiece laying softly atop the ivory snow. Every so often her body would tremble, nose sniffling ever so softly as she peered at the headstone in front of her. A grave  who Sebastian knew not, for a single letter appeared to be inscribed upon it. From what he could tell the grave was new, freshly laid. Would he really try and arrest her today? Would it really be triumph to bring her on one of the lowest days of her life? He shoves his hands into his pockets, clenching his hands up so hard that he can feel the strain on the muscles in his arm. 

           “ . .  . we are but human Carmen, life is a cycle of give and take. Sometimes life adorns us in its splendor and sometimes it hits us with our biggest losses.Believe when I say I understand your pain, the loss of a loved one is never easy.”

------------ T O M O R R O W  . . . maybe tomorrow, he might bring her in.

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“I was still in fighting shape when we started Point Break, and what I’d learned about balance and core work in boxing helped me with surfing, rock climbing, and snowboarding. They all build on each other. But at the same time, I wanted to create a body for Bodhi that was different, because he has a different physicality. I did much more functional training mixed with CrossFit, Power Pilates, and yoga.”