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Come on!! You CANNOT tell me I'm the only one who thinks this man is FINE!! THE THINGS IF LET HIM DO TO ME!!

Ugh might make a story about Rambo. Don't know yet

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Girls who love their nose buried in a book

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How successful would Rocky Balboa…

Propaganda for the mic skills:

Rocky’s got some nice zingers in the movies. Maybe he won’t be a talker like Cena or punk, but he wouldn’t be too bad.

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Propaganda for the wrestling skills:

Boxer and he already did kind of a wrestling match in Rocky iii with hulk hogan

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this gon be good yall

The Princess's Guard - Chapter 1

Alright, here's the first chapter in a series I have planned out, hopefully more will be out soon :0

Warnings: Canon-typical violence

Bullets tore through the air, each one far too close for comfort as John sprinted, dragging the captive noble with him. Up ahead, he saw the jagged remains of a crumpled wall. It wasn’t much cover, but it would work for now. He dove behind it, dragging the rescued noble down with him and forcing the man’s head low just as another volley of gunfire roared above them. 

“Stay with me!” John shouted over the chaos, his voice sharp with urgency. The noble’s wide eyes told him everything. He was terrified, likely in shock. It didn’t matter, John wasn’t going to let him freeze up. “Move!”

John pushed the noble in front of him, shielding him with his own body, as they bolted toward their next cover: a large boulder jutting out of the ground. The extraction point was just ahead, but the enemy was closing in.  

As they neared the boulder, John unslung his rifle in one fluid motion, his fingers already sliding a fresh magazine into place. He clicked the safety off, scanning for threats. They had seconds, if they were lucky.

The rhythmic sound of helicopter blades whipped through the air, almost unnoticeable at first but quickly growing louder. When the aircraft came into view, its insignia gleaming on the side, John exhaled sharply in relief. 

“Go!” he barked, firing a few shots back at the enemy, buying more time. The noble hesitated, his glossy eyes darting toward the chopper. “Now!” John shouted again, this time the noble obeyed, sprinting for the waiting aircraft. 

John held his ground, laying down cover fire, each shot giving the noble a few more steps. When the man made it in safely, John began his own retreat, backing toward the chopper, refusing to stop his own barrage of bullets until he climbed in. 

As soon as he was in, the helicopter lifted off, letting the ground shrink away, the sound of gunfire fading into the distance.  

John slumped against the interior wall, muscles tense with adrenaline. With a sigh and a click, he reengaged the safety on his rifle and set it aside. For the first time since the mission began, he allowed himself a moment to breathe.

His eyes flicked around the chopper, eventually landing on the man across from him. He was slumped in his seat, still breathing heavily, clutching the tattered edge of his dust-covered suit. A half- dried trail of blood ran down the side of his face from a jagged cut on his temple. 

Without a word, John closed the side doors, quieting the ambience, then reached into his belt, pulling out the small medkit, its edges worn from the countless missions. The noble followed the movement with glossy eyes, still zoned out from the fight but alert enough to register what was coming. John moved forward, now within reach as he grabbed a small wrap of gauze, tearing a piece off. 

The noble blinked, as if waking up from a dream. His eyes widened, then stiffened his body as John pressed the gauze to his temple. 

“You’re a medic too?” he shouted over the noise. 

John kept his hand steady, his eyes focused on what he was doing. “Somethin’ like that,” he replied, his voice just raised enough to carry over the noise.

There was a beat of silence between them, save for the beating of the helicopter blades and the man’s breathing, now evening out. John grabbed the noble’s hand, guiding it up to the gauze, pressing it in place. “Hold this,” he said as he reached over the nobles head, pulling a pair of headsets off their hooks.

He slipped one on the noble’s head, carefully avoiding his injury before adjusting his own. A crackle hummed in their ears as the intercom turned on, drowning out the helicopter’s noise.   

“What’s your name?” The noble asked, his tone tentative.

“Rambo,” John replied simply, dabbing at the blood and dust covering the wound.   

“I’m William,” the noble offered, “I don’t suppose the king told you why you were sent for me,” he questioned, his voice low but growing steadier.

John glanced at him briefly, his expression unreadable, before going back to cleaning the cut. His silence invited William to fill it. 

William sighed. “Of course he didn’t.” He winced as John began to apply antiseptic to the wound. “I’m not just some noble, you know.”

John remained quiet, pulling out butterfly bandages to finish the job. William’s shoulders sagged as though the lack of response had sapped his will to keep talking. 

But then, he shifted, tension returning to his posture “I have a gift,” he started, “I remember things - details, documents,” he turned to look John in the eyes, “Secrets.” John’s hands paused briefly, mid motion before resuming. William moved his head back, holding his hair out of the way while John applied the final bandage. “Once I see something, it’s permanent,” William finished with a resigned sigh. 

John finished, leaning back to his original spot while tucking the med kit back in his utility belt. He raised an eyebrow. “Photographic memory?”

William nodded slowly. “Something like that,” he said, echoing John's earlier words. “I’ve seen too much of the king’s plans. Too much of everything.” His voice lowered, his eyes dropping to the floor of the chopper’s cabin. “They wanted to break me, and they would have, eventually.”

John didn’t respond, his gaze lingering on William before shifting his attention to the horizon visible through a tinted window on the helicopter door. 

“Look, I owe you my life,” William’s voice crackled through the intercom, quieter now but still tense. “But this isn’t over. They’ll come for others to get to the king. They’ll come after me again.” His voice betrayed the fear he was trying to hide, painting a subtle picture of what happened to him as a captive. 

John glanced at him briefly. “Then don’t get caught again,” His blunt words cutting through the static like a blade. 

William’s eyes widened, caught off guard by the casual nature of his response. He stared at John, searching for some hint of reassurance, but John had already turned back to the open sky, watching the scenery change. William soon followed his gaze to the landscape below, but the silence between them was heavy, the weight of John’s words lingering in the air. 

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rocky

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shoutout to @hurtmuscle for the suggestion of a tango and cash old west au…. very big brain idea and I just had to have a good excuse to draw these two as cowboys (well one of them is at least a cowboy.. the other is a lawman)

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2025 seems to be my year for falling in love with films I’ve been avoiding my entire life.

WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME ROCKY (1976) WAS SO CUTE 😭😭💖

It had THE BEST shy girl representation I’ve EVER seen

Also my boy wrote it????

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rocky balboa getting through it

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okay but ! making out super softly and it gradually gets rougher and desperate and hhhhhh yes please   

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6 February, 1936 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

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we got the ratchet ass christmas tree.

when we could've.

had.

THIS.

who made that decision. I want to know.

WHY MARVEL?? WHY??

It's when I see these new/old photos of Loki from the avengers that I think they should have kept his natural hair like that (without the wet effect) and those magnificent two side braids! 😭

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if you start reading books again. you will feel at least a little better. I promise

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Has anyone watched Copland and wanna talk about it-

Please?? I love Freddy Heflin with all my heart

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Cold October afternoon - Spanish Fork, Utah

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this particular model of stallone (Rambo) is my favorite ever hes so beautiful