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arkegos-archive

This blog is now an ARCHIVE!

Jeanbo and I can now be found over at @arkegos!

#( &. out. )

arkegos-archive

This blog is now an ARCHIVE!

Jeanbo and I can now be found over at @arkegos!

#( &. out. )

arkegos-deactivated20160821

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing down of blinds.

#( &. self promo. )

arkegos-deactivated20160821

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing down of blinds.

#( &. self promo. )

arkegos-deactivated20160821

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing down of blinds.

#( &. self promo. )

arkegos-deactivated20160821

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing down of blinds.

#( &. self promo. )

arkegos-deactivated20160821

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing down of blinds.

#( &. self promo. )

This blog is now an ARCHIVE!

Jeanbo and I can now be found over at @arkegos!

#( &. out. )

arkegos-deactivated20160821

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing down of blinds.

#( &. self promo. )#[ i've moved over here now! ]

daruissu

#( &. mikasa. )#[ jeanbo hearteyes ]

Obligatory I’m not dead post!

I have been absent from Jean for a long-ass time, not for want of trying, but for lack of seeming interactions. While I decide whether or not to archive Jean and move him over to a fresh, clean blog, I’ll be most likely found on @fraegdulfr or @buccanccr!

#( &. out. )#[ i do want to be here but the lack of interaction is killing my muse ]#[ this blog will most likely be turned into an archive and jean will be moved over to a new blog; maybe with some new icons ]

samclaflindaily

#( &. mirror. )#[ look at this adorable goof and his jeanbo hair ]

“Y’know I can see you, right?”

#( &. ic. )#( &. script. )#( &. open. )

“‘Re you gonna hurry up? Or are you gonna be debatin’ whether or not it brings out your eyes all night?

#( &. ic. )#( &. script. )#( &. open. )#[ and a more general one for those who don't fancy snk canon verse ]

mrbenwyatt

#( &. thoughts. )#[ this is 100% jean ]

A sharp glance, all broken glass and splintered bronze, screeched unto the other, delivering the soldier’s irritation where form and tone would not suffice.

“What part o’ no escaped you?”

#( &. ic. )#( &. script. )#( &. open. )#( &. v: freiheit. )#[ crashes online here hi hello i am still alive ]