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“The paths of glory lead but to the grave.”

— Thomas Gray, from “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard”

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                   “YOU THINK I’M UPSET BECAUSE I GOTTA LET THIS GUY KICK MY ASS? I LEARNED A LONG TIME AGO THAT YOU CAN’T CONTROL THE VIOLENCE. I CAN TAKE THE PUNISHMENT. THAT’S WHAT I DO.”

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*: ･ﾟ✧   red dead redemption 2 ( part 4.)

feel free to change pronouns etc as needed!

“ here we are, you sack of shit.”

“ don’t hurt me, please.”

“ oh, don’t worry. they’re real nice.”

“ you found the little shit, did you?”

“ welcome to your new home.”

“ hope you’re real happy here.”

“ you want me to make him talk?”

“ i got a saying, my friend… we shoot fellers as need shootin’, save fellers as need savin’, and feed ‘em as need feedin’. we’re gonna find out what you need.”

“ no, i ain’t an __, mister! i hate that feller!”

“ oh, whatever you say, son.”

“ i’m just sorry we missed out on ___.”

“ we’re gonna starve to death up here.”

“ we have a few cans of food and a rabbit.”

“ we were stranded at sea for fifty days.”

“ and you unfortunately survived.”

“ well when __ are hunting you down, sometimes shopping trips need to be cut short.”

“ we’ll survive… we always have.”

“ if needs be, we can eat you.”

“ enough of this. we’ll go find something. come on.”

“ wait a second, hold on… here. you’re gonna need something to eat out there.”

“ [type of food]? starving would be preferable.”

“ you can’t go hunting, look at your hand.”

“ i can’t stay here listening to you two.”

“ you need to rest.”

“ you think this is rest?”

“ here, you take this. i can’t use it and you’ll have to.”

“ oh, you’re joking.”

“ use a gun, and we’ll scare off every animal for miles around.”

“ you’re never too old to learn… i imagine.”

“ how are you holding up, __?”

“ i’m okay, apart from this hand. stupid mistake.”

“ i sure hope i can. i never really got the hang of it.”

“ you’ve had a lot put on you. i wish i could have done more.”

“ i didn’t mean it like that, just…”

“ and that’s good?”

“ hey, stop here a second. i see something.”

“ how can you tell?”

“ quiet as you can. stay low and move slowly.”

“ shh, down there. you see them?”

“ try to hit them in the neck or head. quick and clean.”

“ come on, you’re making yourself too obvious.”

“ this might be our only chance for a good meal.”

“ not that way. what are you doing?”

“ you sure your hand’s okay?”

“ it’s easier when they ain’t shootin’ back.”

“ we’ll still have a big price on our heads.”

“ this is a big country. we’ll find somewhere to lie low.”

“ haha, i know who my money’s on in that fight.”

“ he’s weak, but that makes him much more useful.”

“ maybe we can get to them before they get to us.”

“ well, we’ve been scrapping over scores with them for years.”

“ watch out! bear up ahead.”

“ that’s a bad idea. have you seen the size of it?”

“ that’s a bad idea.”

“ hey, you awake back there?”

“ we ain’t ever talked that much, you and me.”

“ how long have you been with us now?”

“ bet you didn’t expect this.”

“ sooner or later a job’s going to go wrong. nature of life.”

“ just thought you might have moved on by now.”

“ you want me to move on?”

“ i know you could run it alone, no problem.”

“ i’m done with it. always wondering if someone’s going to kill you in your sleep.”

“ he treats me fair. most of you do.”

“ well, we need you now. more than ever.”

“ and how long have you been with these boys?”

“ why ain’t you run off?”

“ he saved me. saved most of us.”

“ that’s why we need to stick by him through this.”

“ he always sees us right.”

“ how’s that new horse?”

“ thank you for showing me how to use the bow properly.”

“ i only showed you a little. takes a lifetime of practice to master.”

“ what a surprise, to find the camp rat loitering around in the kitchen.”

“ is that any way to greet an old friend?”

“ i feel like we haven’t spoken for days.”

“ i do my utmost to avoid you.”

“ ah, you love me, really. it’s your sad way of showing affection.”

“ now shoot, get lost.”

“ have a drink. you earned it.”

“ jesus, what is that?”

“ navy rum, sir. it’s the only thing, the only thing! keep you sane it does.”

“ it’s easier if we do it together.”

“ do i get to skin you?”

“ you’re always one with the jokes, aren’t you?”

“ yeah, well, we’re on the run now. everyone’s got to do their bit to survive.”

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impusively kissing! kissing when laughing! kissing cheeks to say thanks! kissing noses! kissing foreheads! kissing hands! kissing wrists! kissing temples! kissing fingertips! lazy kissing! goodbye kisses! see you later kisses! wait for me kisses! be right back kisses! that is so stupid but i love you kissing!

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🦋  𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙽, 𝙹.    ⏤⏤     HISMANNERS 

       𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒   𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃   𝐓𝐎   𝐁𝐄   𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃   𝐁𝐘   𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐍.   he   had   left   any   trace   of   stability   his   life   had   ever   had,   and   it   wasn’t   much,   behind.   away   from   home   —   from   london   —   under   a   bloody   stupid   alias.   all   of   that   because   of   a   boy.   because   of   a   boy,   he   had   given   up   of   his   career.   a   career   he   built   with   his   very   own   blood,   sweat   and   tears.   everything   he   ever   did,   it   had   gone   to   waste.  𝚊𝚜   𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚝,   𝚒𝚗   𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜,   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢   𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎   𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚑𝚒𝚖.   they   wouldn’t   let   him   go,   not   when   he   was   a   deserter.   not   when   he   had   given   up   of   his   title,   given   up   of   his   spot.   everything   had   gone   to   waste,   and   it   was,   first   and   foremost,   his   own   choice.   harry   knew   he’d   need   to   deal   with   the   consequences,   but   that’d   be   worth   it.

        his   nights   might’ve   ceased   to   be   interrupted   by   kingsman,   by   the   incessant   calls   to   his   high-tech   spectacles,   that,   now,   were   broken.   however,   the   boy   rarely   let   him   sleep   for   a   whole   night.   it   highlighted   a   change   in   priorities.   from   harry   hart,   the   tailor   spy,   to   jack   london,   the   family   man.   that   was   the   life   he   chose.   the   life   of   waking   up   with   a   𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝   𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝   𝚘𝚏   𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍,   that   probably   ran   from   atlas’s   nose.   the   life   of   waking   up   to   levitating   furniture.         ❝      ginger?      ❞         he   answered,   upon   being   shaken.   he   knew   exactly   what   had   happened.         ❝      for   sure   he   did.      ❞         they   were   frequent.

       harry   leaned   onto   the   headboard.   he   looked   at   the   small   figure   on   the   woman’s   lap:   all   elbows   and   skinny   knees,   with   white-blond   hair.   he   clung   to   her,   as   if   she   were   everything   he   had.   in   fact,   she   was.   they   were,   actually.         ❝      atlas,   it’s   alright.      ❞         said   he,   lovingly.   never   had   the   man   thought   he’d   be   on   this   situation.   the   life   he   chose.   he   tightly   held   the   boy’s   hand.         ❝      we’re   here   with   you.      ❞         no-one   was   going   to   hurt   him.   no-one.   not   the   creatures   that   lurk   nearby,   nor   statesman,   nor   kingsman.   no-one   would   hurt   atlas   while   harry   was   still   standing,   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚑𝚎   𝚑𝚊𝚍   𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎.         ❝      we’re   here   for   you.      ❞        

                         ❝  he’s just panicked, it might be the storm .  ❞  the boy offers no words , nor explaination. at times like these , atlas is strictly nonverbal. but he was safe between them, where the bed was still warm and the combination of their breathes. ginger knew the boy had never known comforting hand or the easiness that came with being a child in a social concept. as much as ginger wanted to have a life that was like the idyllic view of 𝙻𝙸𝚉𝚉𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙽, that wasn’t true. atlas wasn’t a child, not really. they were fugitives on the run, and before that he had been a asset for the government and statesman. this was fact, this was a known variable. the unknown was harry g. hart II who seemed to think of himself as the savoir. he had helped them, was loving and caring to the boy that might as well be of ginger’s own flesh. atlas clung to him as much as he clung to her, tiny hand gripping larger fingers.

                        but ginger never trusted, ginger never let her guard down. she couldn’t afford to. wit the adage of being wanted by a ruthless shadow organization, the US government, there was simply her life before this that kept her wary. the variation of 𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴 , of 𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚂 , of 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝚂. it scared her, even though harry (jack london, her husband. the backstory said they loved each other without reserve. it sounded like a dream) had never given her cause to distrust beyond the unfortunate implications that came with the affiliation of his former employer. the boy in her arms whines, choking off into a gasping  yawn. the furniture in their house slowly begins to right itself, returning to the spots so thoroughly picked. it was a conscious effort, even as atlas’ abilities and strength began to wane.

                        ❝  no one is going to hurt you, atlas. i promise. this...this is our life now.  ❞  easy to say the words that collect on her tongue like rotten food, never easy to believe them. ❝  remember the knights your dad tells you about, the ones that protect the women and the children and sit at the kings table ? your dad is like that, he won’t let anything happen to you, neither will i.  ❞

                        her hair was a factor too long, her eyes almost too tired behind her glasses. she turned heads, but not with suspicion. the realization that there was beauty under her masks, that her smile was eye catching that her way of speak even more so. a woman of her time, all sensual hips and a baring like the scandalous nancy sinatra. and with her husband, a jump too old for her, be eager and loving and whipped to hell and back. how easy she wore this new mask, and its new set of armor. how easy it hid her desperate need to protect and to run. ❝  lets get you settled dear.  ❞

                        she didn’t dare move him to another room, she didn’t trust the staleness of the air. their home, their sancturary this may be. but the upside down was beyond such convictions. and while they may have briefly lose the hounds of war, they would never shake the ones from hell. the boy clings still as she settles him between their bodies, their offspring curling into their warmth   ❝ the storm will be over soon, and then you can see how damn messy your father is when he tries to make pancakes again, huh ?  ❞

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ugh fine my personal blog is not cutting so I’ll post here 

DO! NOT! DONATE! TO! AMAZON! CONSERVATION! NGOs! DO NOT!

they don’t act on the root of the problem, they don’t mitigate the effects of deforestation, they do have limited action and they don’t help conserve the forest land outside their very small grounds besides doing little to nothing to help the people who actually live in the amazon and conserve it on a daily basis

DONATE TO THE INDIGENOUS MOVEMENTS INSTEAD

they are organized, they can keep woodcutting companies away from their land, they are getting murdered for it, they are the only reason there is any forest left at all

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Major Arcana Ask Meme

I. The Magician — What does your muse consider theirself an expert in? II. The High Priestess — How does your muse feel about religion? III. The Empress — Describe your muse’s relationship with their mother. IV. The Emperor — Describe your muse’s relationship with their father. V. The Hierophant —  Who does your muse turn to when they’re in desperate need of help?   VI. The Lovers — What’s your muses feelings about love? VII. The Chariot — Describe one of your muses coping mechanisms. VIII. Strength — Describe how your muse handles trauma. IX. The Hermit — Describe how your muse deals with personal issues. X. Wheel of Fortune — Has your muse ever had to start over, or have they ever wanted to? XI. Justice — Describe a time when your muse received just desserts - regardless of if that was what they wanted. XII. The Hanged Man — Describe a time where your muse felt persecuted. XIII. Death — Describe a time where your muse felt like they lost a major part of their life. XIV. Temperance — Does your muse feel like they have their life in order? XV. The Devil — Has your muse ever given into temptation? XVI. The Tower — What does your muse consider to be the worst thing that ever happened to them? XVII. The Star — Describe the type of art that your muse is drawn towards. XVIII. The Moon — Describe an uneasy time in your muse’s life. XIX. The Sun — Describe a happy moment in your muse’s life. XX. Judgement — Describe a time where your muse had to make a difficult decision. XXI. The World — What are your muses biggest dreams, and how do they plan to achieve them? XXII/0. The Fool — Has your muse ever faced a high risk high reward opportunity that could potentially leave them ruined? Describe that opportunity and whether or not they took it.

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How to help Amazônia:

You can donate to SOS Amazônia which is one among the 100 NGOs selected as “The Largest NGOs in Brazil”.

( http://www.sosamazonia.org.br/conteudo/doacao/ )

And remember: 1 dolar is like 4,04 reais. If you donate only ONE dolar you're helping a lot.

Please. Boost if possible, this is REALLY important.

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My difficulties belong to me.

Alfred Adler (via quotemadness)

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I want the K (2+23!)

                     ❝  EXCUSE ME .  ❞   the clinical deposition , the ease that she rolls into his body.  easy to throw attention , the assumption of a love against a lover . truth be told, the closeness unnerved the quartermaster. as did the whole mission, more often than not, ginger strayed away from such physical contact. skin crawling, even as she slips her hand into is, the signet ring cool against her skin.

                    a slight of hand, the tilt of her head, the press of lips together. to outsiders, it was a semi private moment between two, but this … was a clinical touch. a distraction. tracker slipped along the lapels of jacket, the exchange of information that no doubt didn’t belong to them . long ago the kingsman had been statesman’s tailors, but to each their own as tequila had said.

                   ❝  trying to get away from my date.  cliche , but true.  ❞  a grin, that reached dark eyes. the turn of her head, blonde curls following, to press a kiss to the wrist of the hand that skims her cheek.  ❝  thanks , stranger.  ❞

                    tequila crows happily through the coms, soft but confident voice cheering her own . briefly that confidence bleeds through , keeping that faux blonde head high for a little while longer till the wig comes off , and the glasses come back on.        /          @bondsgotnothingonme

THE K  (accepting)

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that scene where godzilla first appears in the kotm? 

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ᕮ ◉ ᨎ ◉ ᕭ

            ❝  eggsy , im afraid to inform you that you have sugma  ❞

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But do you REALLY want the K?

Hey, I like that chivilrousxhybrid post about kisses, but I felt it was missing some Important Smooches and had to fix that. So send me two characters and “I want the K” and I’ll generate a number for them!

1: Passionate Kiss

2: Gentle Peck

3: Firm Kiss

4: Shut-Up Kiss

5: Romantic (Tender) Kiss

6: Teary Kiss

7: Distract-Someone Kiss

8: Kiss in the Rain

9: Underwater Kiss

10: Upside-Down Kiss

11: Goofy Kiss

12: Almost Kiss

13: Hair Kiss

14: Forehead Kiss

15: Eyelid Kiss

16: Nose Kiss

17: Cheek Kiss

18: Jawline Kiss

19: Collarbone Kiss

20: Chest Kiss

21: Stomach Kiss

22: Hipbone Kiss

23: Hand/Wrist Kiss

24: Butterfly Kiss

25: Asker’s Choice (OR pick one from 1-12 and one 13-24)

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