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[fuforthought]

Charlize Theron training for the filming of “Atomic Blonde”.

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‘ do you ever like wake up and do something and you’re just like what the hec– fuck is goin on ’ It's just one of those days!

   Six isn’t paying attention at first, only catching the end of his words and looking over with a questioning gaze. Several seconds pass before she opens her mouth as if to respond but nothing comes out. Displaying a frown she settles for simply giving Ricky a small nod. 

   “If you say so.. Uh.. could you repeat the question?” It is clear that sleep had not been on the SPARTAN’s side as of late. 

[yabookquote]

If your opponent is of choleric temper, you should seek to irritate him. Pretend to be weak so that he grows arrogant. The good tactician plays with his enemy like a cat plays with a mouse. Feign weakness and immobility, and then pounce on him.

R. F. Kuang, The Poppy War (via yabookquote)

[pridefulsuggestion]

the world is not good. it does not welcome us. you have to be better.

[napsoldier]

im not logged into six [b3l2] but uhh gimmie that good (shelter) meme

nonverbal starters

   The abrupt rustling leaves and the glint of purple flying towards his feet are the only warnings he has, mind failing to comprehend what he’s looking at but his body on autopilot as he retreats. There’s no single word in mind when he tries to sprint away but there is a something inside that feels almost like an internal scream. ‘ DANGER, ’ it cries, ‘ AWAY, ‘ it demands, but not in words! Oh no! In pure idea, instinct, and nothing less. 

 The few footsteps he manages to take back are all he can do to obey it before he’s whisked off his feet by a force that could shatter bones and rend flesh in an instant. 

It’s not the blast. 

Something grasps him by his shoulders, pulling him away with such strength he feels his boots lose touch with the ground and his hands scrabble for purchase in a hapless flail as control is stolen away. The world becomes a flurry of earthy greens, blue lights, and metallic grays until his vision is entirely obscured. His head thunks against something solid and in seconds it all comes to a stop. Right before the plasma grenade goes off, shaking the ground and shattering everything near it in a deafening explosion where he used to be. His proximity to the sound is less than pleasant but it manages to shake him out of the stupor the ODST found himself in. The force of it never managed to touch him.

Eyes wide, lips mouthing in a silent ‘ what the-? ’, Rookie wriggles slightly in someone’s hold. He needs his gun, they’re under attack! Did he lose it in… ‘ Transport? ’

He can’t look up or around yet- his visor’s being pressed down into something. Someone’s holding him- hell, someone straight up plucked him out of death’s grasp and he’s not in hundreds of little tiny pieces- and there’s only one person it could’ve possibly been. 

“ Six! “ He breathes, voice little more than a whisper as shouts from the other marines finally reach his ears. Bullet spray fills the air and for the little time they have, Rookie buries his face deeper into her armor. Trusting, grateful, relieved, and more than a bit shaken. “ Thank you. Thank you. “

[its-hells-belle-bitch]

[littlelovelymemes]

*   —  —   VERY SERIOUS RIP VINE SENTENCE STARTERS

‘  when will you learn? when will you learn that your actionS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!  ’ ‘  can i get a waffle??? can i PLEASE get a waffle!!!  ’ ‘  go suck a dick, suck a dick suck a motherfucking dick  ’ ‘  you better stop! biTCH STOP  ’ ‘  do you ever like wake up and do something and you’re just like what the hec– fuck is goin on  ’ ‘  what’s good, brah you don’t know me! you don’t– WHAT IS GOOD! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW ME! ’ ‘  it’s summer i got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party  ’ ‘  anyone ever tell you you look like beyonce?  ’ ‘  I LOVE YOU, BITCH. I AIN’T EVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU BITCH  ’ ‘  BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO YOU’LL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH, I TELL YOU THAT  ’ ‘  and they were roommates!  ’ ‘  oh my god, they were roommates  ’ ‘  oh my god, i love chipotle chipotle is my liiiiife   ’ ‘  this bitch empty YEET!!!!  ’ ‘  WHERE ARE THOOOOOSE  ’ ‘  THEY ARE MY CROCS  ’ ‘  bitch disgusting  ’ ‘  yeaaah. yeAAAAAH.  ’ ‘  so no head?  ’ ‘  THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU!  ’ ‘  i’ll kill you. i’ll kill you. i’m not even worried about it.  ’ ‘  ahh, fuck. i can’t believe you’ve done this  ’ ‘  aHH STOP! i could’ve dropped my croissant!  ’ ‘  what’s up me and my boys are going to see uncle kracker  ’ ‘  give me my hat back, jordan!  ’ ‘  do you wanna go see uncle kracker or no!?  ’ ‘  i sneezed! oh, i’m not allowed to sneeze?!  ’ ‘  look at all those chickens  ’ ‘  i smell like beef  ’ ‘  i gotta go home cause i forgot to… vacuum my room  ’ ‘  actually, megan, i can’t sit anywhere. i have hemorrhoids.  ’ ‘  is there anything better than pussy? yes! a really good book  ’ ‘  mom, i’m peein on myself  ’ ‘  sorry, i’m on the toilet. i hope the ice cream don’t melt, bitch  ’ ‘  honestly i don’t remember, i was probably fucked up. yeah, i was crazy back then  ’ ‘  I WON’T HESITATE, BITCH!  ’ ‘  just shut up and die slowly, okay?  ’ ‘  two bros chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cause they’re not gay!  ’ ‘  mother trucker, dude! that hurt like a butt cheek on a stick!  ’ ‘  i said WHOEVER THREW THAT PAPER, YOUR MOMS A HO  ’ ‘  you remember one time i liked you? GOOD! cause it never happened  ’ ‘  if your name is junior and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand  ’ ‘  i’M WASHIN ME AND MY CLOTHES, BITCH! I’M WASHING ME AND MY CLOTHES  ’ ‘  waddup i’m jared, i’m nineteen, and i never fucking learned how to read  ’ ‘  whAT THE FUCK IS UP, KYLE? NO WHAT’D YOU SAY? WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE! STEP THE FUCK UP KYLE  ’ ‘  oh my god why can’t you just take the fricken compliMENT  ’ ‘  is that a wEED? i’m callin the police!!!  ’ ‘  yo, drink this vodka down the hatch c’mon  ’ ‘  it is wednesday, my dudes. aaaaAAAAAAH  ’ ‘  there is only one thing worst than a rapist… a child!  ’ ‘  get to del taco, they got a new thing called fre shavocado  ’ ‘  *to the tune of ghostbusters* i’m an adult virgin  ’ ‘  hi my name is tre, i have a basketball game tomorrooooow  ’ ‘  babeyou’reafuckingbitchiwantyoutogetthefuckoutofmycarcauseiwannabreakupwithyou i fucking hate you   ’ ‘  todays forecast we can clearly see that somebody got me fucked up. FUCKED. UP.  ’ ‘  whAT’S UP FUCKERS  ’ ‘  FUCK YOU, THAT’S WHY  ’ ‘  he needs some milk!  ’ ‘  you are my dad. YOU’RE MY DAD! boogie woogie woogie  ’ ‘  yEAH NO SHIT, HONEY  ’ ‘  oooooh my boy going to prom. fuck it up! fuck it up! fuck it up!  ’ ‘  hey, how you doin? i’m doing just fine. i lied. i’m dying inside  ’ ‘  honey, you got a big storm comin  ’ ‘  i wanna fucking DIE  ’ ‘  road work ahead? uh yeah i sure hope it does  ’ ‘  the yo-yo master did not answer, he just kept on yo-ing  ’ ‘  welcome back to me screaming  ’ ‘  you know sometimes i think to myself what are you waiting for you dumb stupid fuuuuuuck!  ’ ‘  do you ever shut the fuck up?  ’

[6i]

i just want to thank all those who’ve destroyed me into the person i am today

[napsoldier]

from b3l2 c: | she narrows her eyes slightly, watches him, waits. it's something she has seen others do and has grown curious. it is taking /ages/ for the opportunity to show itself. finally. when his arms raise as he stretches she is reaching out and dancing fingers over his ribcage.

Touch my muse. Be descriptive or simple, tender or violent, fond or hateful - anything goes.

   For once he is unknowing of the predator watching him, oblivious to the dangers that shadow every movement. Hands coated with dirt dip in and out of new soil, removed to the sound of shaking leaves as the ODST carefully transplants greenery like organs. What were once nothing more than weak sprouts became healthy and flourishing examples of gardening, moved from old, cheap pots clearly too small to hold anything sizable, into lovingly decorated ceramic with much more room for new roots to grow. It’s intensive business but he loves it all the same, therapeutic and relaxing in the encouragement of life. By the end of it all Rookie has forgotten he’s not actually alone, even when he takes a breather. His hands are crudely cleaned with a small rag until he can get to the sink, the excess dirt shuffled back into a bag for later projects. At last, it’s all done! The plants look happier already!

His arms raise and his spine curves back in a most languid stretch- only for him to jerk suddenly when struck by one smooth criminal. An ungainly snort of laughter at Six’s touch takes his balance and he very nearly topples onto a Devil’s Ivy (harmless, but he would’ve destroyed it under his weight).

“ Six! “ He yelps, trying to turn to get a look at her with betrayal and amusement written all over his face. Oddly enough, Rookie doesn’t remember ever being ticklish. Seems like things have changed… Or has he been touched enough to ever find out? “ I thought you loved me! “  

[gamercrunch]

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napsoldier‌:

   Somewhere, somewhere in the far reaches of his mind, the Rookie might recall hearing how many ( if not most ) of the early Spartans felt immense discomfort without armor. Without their second skin. Even unaugmented soldiers couldn’t help but find a Spartan without titanium alloys covering most of their frames a daunting reminder of their humanity. Perhaps, the intrinsic vulnerability that came with simply baring their faces ( exposing them to a sniper’s round- one shot, head-shot, instakill ) served as a deterrent.  

No armor in a place full of grim reminders of war. What a nightmare indeed.

The door slides open and the tall figure looming in his doorway is so familiar he doesn’t even need to meet her gaze to know who it is. But when he does, a rejoicing grin equally tampered by exhaustion is what greets her. Her visit is unexpected… yet oh so welcome. Though he says nothing, sees Six move to speak- only for both soldiers to flinch upon another firework going off outside. A burst of color splashes against the thin curtain of Rookie’s tiny window, and the sudden tension in her shoulders because of it is all it takes for the ODST to reach out for her. She asks to come in- yet at this point? There’s no need to ask. He trusts her with his life and more, after all! 

His hand seeks out hers and he’s quick to tug her inside, letting the door slide shut behind them. The room is dim, only lit by a small nightlight in the wall with a bed just across from it. Simple, plain, impersonal, save for the raw amethyst filling up a sill or the jasper chunks settled on an otherwise barren shelf. A few plants tucked around the room bring a little life to an otherwise bleak shelter- but that’s to be expected. They’re all recent finds from the tour he’s serving, but nothing from home. 

“ At this point, I don’t think you even need to ask. “ There’s humor in his voice but it’s crystal clear the festivities have worn him thin. Despite this, he truly finds it more offensive now that he knows Six is suffering as well. “ Can I get you anything? ” There’s no need to ask why she’s here. If anything, he’s a little surprised it hadn’t occurred to him to head to her room first.

   Given any other circumstance she may have felt naked, to move without heavy metal placed across muscle and flesh. Though now B312 finds it would have been naught but detrimental to her determined location of mind. Besides Ricky was the only time she could ever readily shed armor and still find some safety in doing so. Though, it was not because there was a fear for her life, but because the man had woken something she found nowhere else. Comfort. 

   Despite her size he is able to move her without resistance, eyes looking upon the small personal affects that perched almost precariously on an outcropping from the wall, and to the greenery lingering in the edges of the room. Even with how long they’ve ended up stationed in the base she had no such things within her own. Keepsakes were quite useless in a time where chaos reigned and they might fall victim to destruction at any given moment. They were not to keep reminders, grew use to moving on, even when it was people they were leaving behind. 

   He is different, she refuses to leave him behind.

   A smile forms bearing the weight of countless sleepless nights, rising only for the Rookie’s words. Six knows she needs not ask to be in his company but found the requirement there regardless. Her whole life revolved around asking for permission or for forgiveness and she would prefer the former over the latter when it came to the other before her. Drawing her gaze back onto him again her answer finally comes. 

   “Sleep would be nice.” A simple request and one she would not blame him for turning down. There was good reason to not lay beside someone so ravaged by war, waking fits were common, violence paired alongside them. She trusts herself enough to keep the demons away long enough to keep anything from happening and more so considering swelling storms ebbed away merely from his presence. 

   She has yet to find a word to describe why that is, but anyone else could see it obvious.

[zipofcloud]

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imperxtor‌:

He’s not ready for the question, but he mulls it over a second before he answers, faster than he’d like. “More than I’d expect to.” He says. He can hear Kurt in his head, talking to him on the ramp of the ship that would bear him off of Onyx, the same one that would proceed to move from colony to colony, looking for Gamma-company candidates.

“When you’re put in a position of leadership, your care for single individuals has to go. You protect the group.” He hears, and the 14-year-old simply nods, the experimental secondary injections the SPARTAN-II had tested on him still coursing through his veins.

And then he’s back in the starkly-lit interrogation room. He reaches towards his lower back, pulling out his handgun. The suppressed pistol glistened slightly in the bright yellow light, meticulously kept by the SPARTAN-III. Marcus looks at her for a second, but she’s looked away by this point. Clearing his throat, he looks back at the one-way mirror, squinting a bit at the agent he knows is on the other side.

“Beta Three-Twelve, did you or did you not resist apprehension by Office of Naval Intelligence agents at twenty-three hundred hours zulu time on the nineteenth of June, twenty-five fifty-four?” He asks, trying to get the ball rolling as he awaits a further brief on his datapad.

   Her next words are to him, and not those that watch. “Yet you continue to do this, knowing fully that you are going to do horrible things to people you have fought alongside who wanted nothing more than to keep people safe.”

   Clearing her throat and raising her gaze up to Marcus once more, the weapon does not make her hesitate. A bullet wound may be the most merciful thing in the room. “I did. Though, only because they came at me while I was asleep, and did not identify themselves until after the damage was already done. I would like to see you, or anyone else, not react accordingly.”

   To watch someone so rudely awoken, suddenly, by people who seemed to be on the attack and do nothing in response would be quite a thing indeed. It was not possible. B312 still feels the dull throbbing bruises from that happening. Breathing slow it is all she can do to ignore those that had settled along her ribs. One might be fractured, but they did not exactly check before sitting her down.

   The tired SPARTAN’s gaze wanders over to the glass, looking past the hollow expression that stares right back at her. She looks like shit. Her eyes narrow now as if trying to force the reflection to vanish so whoever on the other side could be seen. Cowards. 

[corttana]

N O B L E

for sangheliios

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ycvng-gcns‌:

“Maybe you might. If you manage to impress those here, and the brass, things might turn around. You’d likely be given more leeway, at any rate, even if the Infinity won’t be something you’d be allowed onboard right away.”

The ship was massive, and filled with many, many types of personnel. Not just Spartans, not just ODSTs, not just Navy crewmen, not just ONI operatives. But there were aliens. Members of the Swords of Sanghelios. Huragok, not particularly loyal to any faction. Something told Carter that Six would not be so happy to see the Alpha Bravos running around and interacting with humans like the Human-Covenant War had never happened, though he knew that tensions still ran high, under the surface.

His sharp gaze scanned the mess, noting that it was quiet, something typical of this hour in the station’s day/night cycle. That was somewhat of a relief. He did not want them running into anyone who might give Six cause to arc up.

Nudging her to get her attention, he gestured towards the rather small, somewhat vague line up to get food, cocking an eyebrow in silent question. Going to line up?

   “That might be for the best,” she states while looking over to him. “I am in no rush to return to a place like that so soon.” Such is readily admitted. As much as B312 wanted to be tossed into the fray of battle she knows and has accepted that her health, more so mental over physical, would suffer greatly because of it. There is no fear in her towards accepting that fact.

   Add that to the fact that there were aliens freely roaming the ship? It would not be a safe place for herself and for them. Six knew ways to kill the Sangheili with objects not traditionally known as weapons so distance was certainly for the best. Within the hall there is an air of thankfulness she holds for the fact is isn’t swarming with other people. What would have happened if there had been a dozen or so IV’s sitting around?

   Being nudged, her gaze wanders over to Carter, and then an almost mischievous grin forms on her lips. Mimicking the motion he had just made towards the line she speaks her response, “Please, age before beauty.”

   The age difference between them was not all that large but still, what fun would there be in letting such an opportunity pass up? Six won’t let it go on by.