heavy on the heart
Arthur hates it when Dennis leaves. He’s trying to not let it show when he’s standing at the pier, saying goodbye to his husband. What if he doesn’t come back? If something happens to him at sea? Arthur doesn’t want to think about it but it’s easier said than done as Dennis kisses him one last time before stepping onto the ship.
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big shout out to tumblr for making some awful update to the mobile app that’s fucking up literally every moodboard and side by side gif post ever made with the correct dimensions, but doing it in such a way it’s not obvious the creator didn’t just intentionally do a strange crop. 👍
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Mitzi Kasatkina was a disciplined and equally talented individual on the field. She could easily disassemble and assemble her sniper rifle in the field, was a heavy proponent of keeping it tidy and clean from dirt and blood, and most importantly carried a collected calmness about her that no one could quite unravel, not even the Germans. One night, late into the Normandy Campaign when the days grew long and the nights felt short, Captain Winters had ordered a patrol on a building just up from where our encampment was, sending forward Bill Guarnere’s squad; Mitzi tagged along. They came back in the early hours of the morning, looking beyond worn and exhausted, staggering back to foxholes to try and gather last minute wisps of sleep before the move further inland. I remember running into Mitzi that morning, as she sat and smoked a cigarette and drank coffee. We sat and shared a cigarette in silence. She glanced at me as I mentioned that rain was forecasted for later in the day; she usually liked to make sure her weapon was cleaned by then. She told me the blood of the enemy had already done so.
- Esther Armstrong on Miriam Kasatkina, in her book, Stroke of Luck
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chapter 1: late night devil, put your hands on me
The heat of Theo’s body practically pressed up against him stirs something low in his gut, mixing with the anger already boiling away, and he’s out of breath for reasons that have nothing to do with being thrown into a wall. He furiously tries to tamp down that something, but it’s clearly already doing something to his scent, because Theo’s pupils dilate, his arrogant smile twisting into something darker.
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Wrenn Lovett - dnd moodboard
An arcane trickster rogue who means well but man does she mess things up sometimes. Keep an eye on your trinkets.
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