pakhetx-blog

[pakhetx-blog]

!mini hiatus ahoy

so here’s the thing. i am moving. this friday. bc i got a job. in another country. and thing are all sorts of weird and crazy atm, y’know, as life tends to be a lot. i start on monday and i found out this piece information yesterday evening. so that means i will not have time to tend to these blogs or threads, for a few days until i get settled and adjust. i hope you all stay groovy, as always, and in a couple of days or so i’ll be back p.s. to those i owe drawings to. i’m sorry, everything’s a bit crazy, but please bear with me, i’ll get to it, that’s a promise. ♥

[pakhetx-blog]

“Yeah, you’re sitting in a tree because you’re fine. That’s easy to see.”

“Maximum Ride” sentence starters; !accepting

“I resent that tone, Jaeger!” She yells down at him. Sasha knows he’s not saying this to tease her, knows that there’s no malice in his tone, but those are the firstwords that come out of her mouth. So she’s been feelinga bit tense lately, with all the uncovered secrets andhaving to kill actual human beings and not giant deformedmonsters, which is supposed to be her original job.It’s alright, completely fine, just that her friends almost died, some other friends actually did, and some are who knows where, carrying the title of traitors. All things considering, sitting alone in a tree isn’t all that weird or problematic. All things considering, she really is fine.

[pakhetx-blog]

Go on and kiss the girl

[pakhetx-blog]

“So there you have it: the extent of my charms.”

“Maximum Ride” sentence starters; !accepting

     Sasha can’t believe that she just spent a full half an hour of her all too short life to sit and listen to this. And it’s not like she didn’t try to understand Jean, no, it’s quite the opposite. Her brain just can’t get around the information just received. He actually gave her his piece of bread to sit here and listen to him. And then he calls that charm. Nope, Sasha Braus, definitely doesn’t understand. 

    “I’m pretty sure that your charm transcends me, because I don’t understand any of what you’ve just said, but thanks for the bread.” She stops, thinks about it, and continues. “You don’t have to bribe me to listen to you, though.”

[pakhetx-blog]

` Can I come in? `

“Maximum Ride” sentence starters; !accepting

     If Mikasa has been knocking, Sasha didn’t hear it, eyes focused on the task ahead, trying to figure out the mass amount of letters and numbers in front of her. So maybe studies haven’t been one of her stronger sides, but to be punished into sitting and going through professors notes. She’s not stupid. Just lazy. And perhaps too talkative during class.

    Only when the other girl’s voice reaches her, does Sasha snap out of her angry brooding ( and certainly not studying ), looking over across the small classroom where she stood. “Uh.. yeah, sure.”

[pakhetx-blog]

“Maximum Ride” sentence starters

“Man, you weigh a freaking ton. What’ve you been eating, rocks?”

“Can I come in?”

“We will call you Little One.“

“I can talk to fish!”

“She doesn’t have a soul. Have you ever seen her dance?”

“You were designed to be very smart.”

“And yet I still can’t program my DVD player.”

“There’s nothing special about him at all.”

“Well… He’s a snappy dresser.”

“Pick a tree. I’ll carve our initials into it.”

“So there you have it: the extent of my charms.”

“I don’t damnsel well. Distress, I can do. Damnseling? Not so much.”

“I choose you.”

“Oh, God, I want to do this all the time.”

“Don’t ever leave me again.”

“I won’t. I won’t, not ever.”

“Come back!”

“Wake up! Snap out of it!”

“You stupid jerk! I’m going to kill you if you die on me!”

“I offered to pee on him, but they said no.”

“They call me, The Sharkalator.”

“I love you. I looooove you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiis much!”

“I once ate nine sicker bars in a row without barfing. It was a record.”

“I vill now destroy de Snickuhs bahs!”  

“Blending is out of the question.”

“There is one bright side to this.”

“You looove me, you love me this much!”

“You are avake, yah?”

“And you’re still a jerk, yah?”

“You stand out like a fart in a church.”

“Where was the catch? ‘Cause I knew one was coming.”

“Do you ever have dirty thoughts about spongebob?”

“You’re all the same. Count me out.”

“Oh great. Yoda captured us.”

“Dang, I’m good.”

“I feel like I’m going to hurl.”

“I feel like I’m going to HURL. Which, even if I wanted to do, I couldn’t do, because I haven’t eaten.”

“I can’t even drag myself out of my room.”

“You’re a diabolical little pyro, aren’t you?”

“If you’re ever feeling a lack of middle-aged white men, just pop into the Capitol.”

“Yes, let’s have more testosterone running the country.”

“Go to Germany and have kids together.”

“Oh. Was I not supposed to say anything?”

“I mean, this is pathetic.”

“You can help each other. You’re perfect complements to each other.”

“Shut up!”

“I hear voices, okay?”

“If you’re gonna be here, get used to it. Or else keep your distance.”

“No, I know. It’s just–”

“Their mothers were nobodies.”

“Well, you’re right there.”

“Yeah, you’re sitting in a tree because you’re fine. That’s easy to see.”

“All you need now to make yourself more pathetic is a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream!”

“Excuse me? I’m alive too.”

“So the first thing we’re going to do —is push you off the roof.”

“I am a starfishhhh!”

“I don’t care if we have our house, or a cliff ledge, or a cardboard box. Home is wherever we all are, together.”  

“If you think I’m going to let you give up on us now, you’ve got another think coming.”

“ No! It’s different for you, you don’t know what it’s like…”

“You’re coming with us right now, or I swear I will kick your skinny white ass from here to the middle of next week.”

“Now get up, before I kill you.”

“Well, when you put it that way…”

“Is that one of those square ones, in the middle?”  

“What’s so funny ‘bout peace, love, and world destruction?”  

“I’m not going to die today.”

“Time to die.”

“Harden your heart.”

“Save your world. Love it. Protect it, and respect it and don’t let haters represent it. 

“It’s yours! It’s all yours for the taking!”

“Don’t leave the saving to anyone else, ever.”

“I’m human, do you hear me? It hurts!”

“When did they start coming after you?”

“I think it was the bomb. That definitely seemed to tick them off.”

“Just give it your best shot.”

“You know, it sounds like you guys didn’t really think this all the way through.”

“Well, I got news for you, nimrod.”

“I’m done jumping through your hoops.”

“You can tell yourselves that you’re doing all this to save the world, but really you’re just a bunch of psycho puppet-masters who probably didn’t date enough in high school.”

“You mean you don’t have one? You can get ‘em at Target.”

[pakhetx-blog]

     A rough, hard life made it easy for her to join the army. Pa would never give her a break, and neither would her drill sergeants; even when exhausted, Sasha would find at least an ounce of strength to move forward, to continue running, hitting, crawling, climbing.... Deep withing her, the understanding of survival, the importance of those instincts, dictated how easy the training and drills can actually be for her. 

     Still, at those few moments when they come to the barrack that was now serving as their entire base of operation, before the dinner is ready, she feels the fatigue grabbing at the muscles, the kind of pain one experiences after a good hunt. 

     Sasha doesn’t dignify Jean the answer the first time, just sort of whines in response, but when his manners got the best of him, the girl gathered to strength to barely lift her head from the table and flip him off. “Plenty of room on the floor, y’know”  There’s not a hint of malice in her gesture, or voice, even if it looks harsh. She still scoots, making some room for him. “If the Cap kills us..... who will defend humanity?”

pakhetx

[pakhetx-blog]

     Looks slightly confused. With a heavy heart points at the contents of her plate. “Is it... this then?”

          She looks away and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

                     ‵ ——Um… no. ‵

[pakhetx-blog]

     “Is there something on my face?” Of course there is. There always is.

         Stares but says nothing.

[pakhetx-blog]

    Not many things get to her. Or, perhaps it's better to say that Sasha doesn't let too many things get to her to the point where it shows outward so obviously. But stage fright, nervousness taking over, with her heart pumping fast; that is something the girl hasn't learned to overpower yet. Perhaps the reason to that would be the complete lack of public performances. Honestly, Bert's mom bringing them lemonade isn't much of a audience, no matter how appreciative of their talents she is ( it's really not the case, Sasha would bet her left arm Mrs. Hoover fakes all those compliments while scheming how to get them the hell out of her garage ).

   So she doesn't really mean to be as jumpy and irritable, but it can't be helped. Not only is her phone a constant reminder of Ymir's upcoming wrath ( wouldn't be a surprise if she-hulk smashes her bass on top of her head, if we're being honest ), but Jean's nagging isn't very much welcome, him being the reason they're behind schedule in the first place. "I'm not the one who was late, I'm not dealing with her, forget it!" At least for now, in a couple of minutes, Sasha's really the only one their bass player will yell at. Her stomach turns and she feels the tears gathering up at the corners of her eyes. It's all swallowed and shoved down deep when she jumps out of the car and heads for the truck to pull her own guitar out, growing silent and preparing herself for the blow. It's not gonna be pretty.

   Just as expected, as soon as they reach the back door of the small venue, a demon-like shrill of her name practically blows all will to fight out of her, and as Ymir's claws sink into Sasha's shoulders, she can't say much more other than a single mumbled 'sorry' to parry the string of curses the other girl aimed at her. Well, them all, but Sasha's on the front line.

    It's mostly to keep herself from throwing up. Stage fright is a nasty thing, and now that they're so close, her heart is practically pumping in her ears. Maybe that's why she can't hear Ymir.

   "Sasha!!"

    "What?" She blinks up at the furious face in front of her.

     "The fucking pass, and the goddamn setlist, where are they?!" Ymir's losing that little shred of patience in her and it makes her automatically search through her bag, despite the fact that the objects in question weren't there. Perfect for a heart attack just waiting to happen.

    "Shit, oh god, no."

     There’s no need to answer when Connie does what only he cannot, and puts her nagging at rest with a single push of the car. Victorious almost, he burns his smirk into the back of Sasha’s head and makes a point to remember these are the reasons that Connie is not a man to mess with. Can keep the she-witch at bay or become her most powerful ally, and Jean likes it this way much better. 

"Yes, I have the damned set list." Of course he does because unlike somebody, he is a rather organized kid. Even with Sasha badgering him to hurry it along and get the hell outside in the car, he’d remembered to pick up that as well as the pass card she’d left on the side. Won’t tell her that though, not until it’s absolutely necessary and only after she has a mini panic-attack outside their rendezvous; teach her to squawk at him. 

The ride there is otherwise normal, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum working their nerves out in the front while he struggles to keep a long conversation going with the drummer of their band. Bert’s a great guy and a better musician, but aside from the noise he can make with his hands the tallest is otherwise mute. Jean hates the silence, would find it suspicious if he didn’t actually know the guy. Like he’s hiding something, a secret double-agent meant to betray them for another, better band some time in the future… but that’s just his overactive imagination conjuring up ridiculous stories only ever found in movies and comic books. 

Ymir only hassles him when she can’t get through to Sasha. They don’t exactly see eye-to-eye and are only seen talking when it’s a threat to make a mockery of the other in some way, or a jab at their performance lacking thus resulting in said threat to make a mockery of the other in some way. A vicious circle. So it’s annoying for Jean that his phone won’t stop buzzing regardless of the fact he’s already written out half of the text back and she knows it. They’re pretty much there if she would only wait a few more minutes for them to find a place to park. 

"I’m gonna kill someone before we even get on the friggin’ stage. You could’ve answered her, Sash. She’s blowin’ up my phone.” 

[pakhetx-blog]

The 39th icon in your folder is your muses reaction to falling in love at first sight

[pakhetx-blog]

sentence meme, arctic monkeys edition;

”I wish you’d ignoring me because you’re sending me to despair.”

“I don’t think you’re special. I don’t think you’re cool. You’re just probably alright. But under these lights you look beautiful. ”

“Yeah, but I’ll still take you home. ”

“You’re acting like a silly little boy. ”

“Oh I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

“Well can’t we just laugh and joke around?”

“Perhaps fuck off might be too kind.”

“I´d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck.”

“I crumble completely when you cry.”

“Well we might not be the perfect partners but tonight we make a pair.”

“Tell me where, I’ll meet you there.”

“You can call me anything you want.”

“I’ve been feeling foolish, you should try it.”

“I want to feel you love.”

“I head an unhappy ending, it sort of sounds like you’re leaving.”

“Do you take it all more seriously?”

“I´ll pretend that you were just some lover.”

“Be cruel to me, because I’m a fool for you.”

“I dreamt about you nearly every night this week.” 

“I was sorta hoping that you’d stay.”

“Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new.”

“We could be together, if you wanted to.”

“Are you mine?”

“It’s kinda strange now you’re gone.”

“And I thought I was yours forever.”

“I just cannot manage to make it through the day without thinking of you lately.”

“Darling, how could you be so blind?”

“Snap out of it.”

“I just wanna be yours.”

“If I had a heart you’re the one who should break it.”

“I don’t wanna lie, but I don’t wanna tell you the truth.”

“With the exception of you I dislike everyone in this room.”

“Your love is not what I need, so don’t give it to me.”

[pakhetx-blog]

Pokes her cheek.

      The physical contact comes so unexpected that it makes her jump in surprise. Eyes avert to the side towards the other girl, and Sasha wonders what made her do that. Is this about her secret bread stash under the bunks? Did Mikasa catch onto it? If not, what other reason there'd be? Questions that efficiently stop her from taking off her boots and stare, confused. 

     "What? Is there something on my face?"

[pakhetx-blog]

IT IS DONE. Had a sick day from Uni so I buzzed through this huzzah!

If you didn’t see my last post with my line and sketch this is from a fanfic called cutting shapes by zoe-bug which i really do recommend. I’m in love with three fanfics at the moment so I’d be prepared for some more jeanmarco themed drawings.

If anyone wants to look, my Bookface page is here because I keep forgetting to tell people that it exists =____=

<3

[pakhetx-blog]

mikasashas

[pakhetx-blog]

NgaiMan | log

Permission granted by the artist to repost. [Please do not remove source]

[pakhetx-blog]

This is my lovely girl Sasha, take it and love her.

I´m in love with modern AU.