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have a kill yourself sandwich. hetalia suuuuuuuucks.

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“I stopped that-!“ He snapped in reply, stamping a foot to punctuate the sentence. “I haven’t taken anything else from fellow prisoners.“ He set his jaw, but that turned into almost ducking away as the other approached. A good deal of surprise radiating through him at the sheer shock of the conversation turning so foul, so quick.

“Why would I lie about this? Why would I lie, now, at least? There’s consequences to not getting that medication, and I thought it might take longer to set in, but so long as I can’t get back on track with that regime, I’m going to continue experiencing pain and atrophy!“ He bit at his lip before dropping his gaze to the floor, by this point having backed away enough to have himself cornered. His hands were now pressing against his own abdomen in attempt to get some of the cramping pains to cease, if only for a moment. At least over the past two days, in his usually quiet dedicated work, there’s evidence that something truly was wrong - He’d been avoiding moving very much, shied away from any exercises, and often just found something, be it a bedpost or pillow or his own legs folded against his chest to cling onto tightly.

“I’m not lying. I promise you, sir, I’m telling you the truth right now.“ He moved his attention back up to the man, the threat of tears actually pricking at his eyes, which had gained a visible wet to the corners. “I’m begging you to believe me-“

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Disbelief spread across his face. All he’d overhead and information been able to quietly acquire told him that Robert was a good man. One who would do go to the ends of the earth to protect his men. Apparently one had to earn the privilege of becoming one of his men.

He had the option of storming away- That could be taken either way, that he told a complete lie, or it was the truth. Too much risk of losing any work he’s done. Hogan’s trust was imperative. There was the almost too obvious option of just opening his shirt to reveal why he needed testosterone, but that’s both cliché and an incredibly dangerous move, especially considering how little trust he had in Hogan yet. The uniform did not help that, nor the relative position of power.

“Colonel Hogan. I’m telling the truth. What do I have to do to get you to believe me?” Outright begging was his next option, if that didn’t work.

“How about giving me a good reason to believe you?” Rob barked back, standing up from his chair again, irritation getting the better of him. If there was one thing he couldn’t stand it was not being told the truth - the lack of sleep from the past nights’ missions didn’t exactly help the case either. 

“Look, Lanier, I’ve all but had it with you,” he continued, stepping up to Jon. “If you wanna spend your time here isolating yourself and being your own best buddy that’s not my problem but it sure as hell is my problem if one of my men is first caught stealing and then gets cozy with the Krauts! And then has the nerve to ask me for a favour while still lying in my face!”

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Jonathan is a bit taken aback - it had been a long time since he’d really been close enough for continued interaction with certain humans to actually have consistent conversation. Usually he was transferred to another place as soon as he started making friends. Something about keeping him from getting distracted from his job.

“Keeping ones loyalties straight, and understanding one’s role in the scheme of things. If it weren’t for mistakes I made a long time ago, I’d never have been made to be here.“

ID : ? ? ?

“There’s more to serving one’s country that being in its military.“

This is a man who appears barely old enough to be out of basic training, and yet he carries an officer’s rank and bears the scars of far too much life. He might be a touch intimidating if he weren’t quite so short.

      ‘ Like   WHAT   –   ? ? ? ‘

He’s getting   TIPS   from a   KID,   LIFE   tips from a kid… The hell does he know about the shit he’s going through. The only reason he was IN the army was because it was his   LIFE   SENTENCE…

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I promise I'm alive, just don't have much muse for Johnny atm. I'm fairly active on my America though-- Follow me there @zeroto1776

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Penned by J. Whiskey Rebellion, introducing:

Daniel Alexander King, Representative of the United States of America.

10+years RP experience | Based on History | Loosely Hetalia; Canon-Divergent 

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         Currently, he was sure that there was no one around here to hear what was going on or enter inside to catch the near harassment. At the step away from Jonathan and George advanced forwards with much DETERMINATION on what he had set his mind on. He decides on doing nothing in particular except making his way towards Jon, until he could see both of them getting closer to the wall behind. Before he would let the other man ESCAPE from this perfectly timed trap, George would make an attempt at pushing him right against the cement, one of his hands reaching for Jon’s NECK and the other his HAIR, as a means to pin him down. To make it worse, his knee went for pressing into him as well. ❛ —- I should like to see how TRUE that is. ❜

Yelling for help would not give any sort of relief- it would only get him in trouble, likely sent home if not merely transferred to the auxiliary forces. Instead he started to make another attempt at distance, but before he could get started in the next step, breath fled his lungs and the sharp pain of skull impacting concrete filled his eyesight with stars. Both of his hands moved towards George’s neck, nails ready to dig into flesh as soon as contact was made, however weakened his strength might be by the sheer surprise of the motions.

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A defiant glare sparked in the lad’s eyes. His jaw was much sharper now, and albeit freshly shaven, a shadow of stubble was barely visible if one looked close enough. He had taken great care in tailoring his own uniform to be broader at the shoulders, bring attention to his face and chest - now suspiciously flat - and attention away from his hips. One with very keen eyesight or who knew exactly what they were looking for might spot the tell-tale curve of waist, but he had done a good job of concealing himself for the most part. “That may have been true at one time, but times have changed, as has my name. I am Jonathan Thomas Edward Lanier, and will respond to no other name.” He took a step backwards, just to keep himself just outside of arm’s reach. 

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Instinct tugged his shoulders back and chin upwards as he was inspected. He had been in military service with quite a bit of devotion for a good while now, and it showed in the discipline instilled to his posture and carry. “I don’t exactly have the most lenient of brothers. Daniel is hardly kind.” He toned lowly, and the otherwise neutral expression fell to one of disdain at the name. “Jonathan.” He corrected, shifting his weight slightly before resuming the same posture. “I was a traitor to the Union. Daniel saw fit that I serve as a soldier.” Granted, he meant in his own army. Not to the service of a Nation he’d swore to leave be. This was Jonathan’s passive act of rebellion, so far as he was allowed. “I go by Jonathan these days.”

            George looked him over and tried to determine the most major changes in his appearance and style. To him, Jonathan was still a woman and to him this was a good offense. To think that someone was MENTALLY ILL enough to think they were the opposite gender than that of which they were given at birth. They would have to fix that. He scoffs a little, then snorts. ❛ —- No, YOU told me your name was JEANNE. My dear, I wonder what had happened with you. ❜ He takes a step forwards, standing right before the American and with much authority. ❛ —- Must I show you why you are WRONG? ❜ One hand inches closer to Jon’s hips, wishing to touch him.

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"Can I wake up to a modest conversation? Just once?"

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39 degrees, 43 minutes

39 degrees, 43 minutes

Lara Plantation, LA

“something Northerners don’t much think about and Southerners don’t much cross” Micah

Charles Mason and Jeremiah Dixon settled an argument by drawing a line on a map 247 years ago today. That line went on to frame the greatest conflict this nation lived through, and it still marks the boundary of being southern.

I was born south of that line. I lived most of my life there as…

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Foggy southern morning.

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                           ✰  ☆ ★  Johnny, the Muse ●  Whiskey, the Mun 

           Let me show you how country feels…

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Instrument Asks

STRINGS Violin - Are you a perfectionist? Viola - What makes you different? Cello - Favourite place to be? Double Bass - How do you like to relax? Acoustic Guitar - What instruments do you play? Electric Guitar - Do you experience synesthesia? Electric Bass - What do you want to study? Electric Cello - Favourite composer? Electric Violin - Have you ever been in a musical/play? Harp - Favourite piece you’ve played? Ukulele - Are you a good performer? Sitar - Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Balalaika - Do you enjoy playing sports? Mandolin - Who inspires you?

WOODWINDS Piccolo - Describe your personality Flute - Have you ever gone overseas? Oboe - Favourite kind of weather? Cor Anglais - Introvert, ambivert, or extrovert? Clarinet - How much time do you spend online? Bass Clarinet - Favourite item of clothing? Bassoon - Do you enjoy online shopping? Contrabassoon - Are you brave? Bass Flute - Can you dance? Soprano Saxophone - How many times have you broken a bone? Alto Saxophone - Have you ever pulled an all nighter? Tenor Saxophone - Favourite film? Baritone Saxophone - Describe your dream bedroom

BRASS French Horn - Where are you from? Mellophone - Favourite musical? Trumpet - What makes you happy? Slide Trumpet - Do you like being outdoors? Cornet - Favourite genre of music? Flugelhorn - How do you feel about your past? Bugle - Would you ever join the army? Trombone - Describe your dream meal Valve Trombone - Do you suffer from imposter syndrome? Bass Trombone - Are you reliable? Tenor Horn - What do you aspire to be? Baritone Horn - Do you have perfect pitch? Euphonium - Favourite food? Sousaphone - Who is your hero? Tuba - How/Why did you join Tumblr?

OTHER AEROPHONES Melodica - Do people consider you annoying? Harmonica - What makes you laugh? Accordion - Favourite Tumblr blog? Air Horn - Are you good with kids? Ocarina - Do you know how to do CPR? Whistle - Favourite smell? Slide Whistle - What TV shows have you binge-watched? Didgeridoo - Tell a funny story! Recorder - How well did you do in school?

PERCUSSION Xylophone - Do you like classical music? Marimba - What’s your ringtone? Glockenspiel - Are you talkative? Bongos - Can you jumpstart a car? Wood Block - Describe your dream house Snare Drum - Favourite colour? Bass Drum - Would you want to be able to read minds? Timpani - Do you enjoy meeting new people? Gong - Are you a loud or soft person? Triangle - Could you imagine being the President/Prime Minister? Steel Drum - Favourite season?

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MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.

BOLD WHATEVER APPLIES & tag people. add stuff & even change the format to your liking! naturally, repost; don’t reblog!

TAGGED BY: @paperworkanddogs​ TAGGING:  @iuriis​ @txrncoat​ @yourbritishgentleman​

CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. THE AMERICAN SOUTH. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries.snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise .static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets.converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing.revulsion. california. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes.paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents.SMALL TOWNS. suspicion. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance

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North Carolina Gothic

you are invited to a party in a wealthy town. everyone there is from the north. yankees live in packs and groups. you do not trust them. they must be planning something.

the deer are in the garden again. the deer are eating something. it is winter, and nothing is growing right now. 

cheerwine is listed as a beverage option at a restaurant. you must order cheerwine. no one has turned down cheerwine since 1963. coincidentally, that was the same month people said the cheerwine looked redder.

you make the mistake of ordering iced tea on a trip out to the western US. you go into anaphylactic shock when you taste that it is not sweet.   

there are forecasts of snow. all the milk and bread is gone. when the snow hits everything stops. everything. stops.

march rolls around. you know what is coming. they know what is coming. the moisture suffocates the weak and drowns the strong. no one is truly safe. 

you smell something terrible. it smells like death. “it’s just the bradford pears”, you whisper. you say it again. you still don’t believe it.

you are choking. you are not surprised. you do nothing. you can not fight pollen. you can do nothing. you are still choking.

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Instinct tugged his shoulders back and chin upwards as he was inspected. He had been in military service with quite a bit of devotion for a good while now, and it showed in the discipline instilled to his posture and carry. "I don't exactly have the most lenient of brothers. Daniel is hardly kind." He toned lowly, and the otherwise neutral expression fell to one of disdain at the name. "Jonathan." He corrected, shifting his weight slightly before resuming the same posture. "I was a traitor to the Union. Daniel saw fit that I serve as a soldier." Granted, he meant in his own army. Not to the service of a Nation he'd swore to leave be. This was Jonathan's passive act of rebellion, so far as he was allowed. "I go by Jonathan these days."

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This meeting was incredibly unlike his reintroduction to Alfred, who he had managed to hold the lie of being a completely different person for nearly a month before it was discovered. And yet the man of Britain seemed to know immediately, before Jon had ever even approached the man. There was always the chance George had been watching since the day he returned to D.C., if not soon after. In any case, he turned his head towards the hand, honestly going for making himself dramatic.

“A lot has changed since you and I last spoke.”

          George was filled with connections and links, and he was bound to have his ear and eyes to the keyhole. Nothing escaped him when he wanted to learn of it, or only rarely it did. George made a small step FORWARDS, coming in front of Jon to get a better look at him and the developed changes of his being. How much he preferred to have him as a woman, and to have him wear much more easily tearing clothing. Like DRESSES. ❛ —- Yes, yes, that is EVIDENT. I can see for the worst. ❜ He added with a slight smile, then tilted his head. ❛ —- It’s quite peculiar you do not speak to me in so long, and all of a sudden you are showing your loyalty once again, only when war struck—- I think no one ought to have so much liberty at hand without paying a REASONABLE price, Jeanne. ❜

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how to tell when you're in the south:

-every other radio station is country music -there are Jesus billboards everywhere