i'm on him

unaffiliated farrier from dunkirk est. june 2020

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amidhla​:

there’s nothing about this situation that makes sense.  brows furrowing,  padmé keeps her gaze on the other,  studying his dress,  the instruments he holds.  then her gaze turns back to the plane on the landing pad,  and it’s not the first time she thinks it looks like something that belongs more in an archive than in the air.    “  you don’t have to apologise for that,  ”    she answers after a moment,  her mind whirring with ideas and possible answers.    “  but i don’t think a short distance radio will be much good,  not if your planet is further than the boundaries of the galactic republic.  so tell me,  how did you end up here?  ”

            ‘ thank you, ma’am, for the consideration. ‘ he knew there were people in the world, his world, that would make him move. and if there were people like that on one would, he had no doubt they existed on whatever world he was on now. ‘ well, this morning i woke up believing earth was the only planet with life on it. i was flying over the english channel, on my way to france, and there was a light. i thought it was just a reflection on the window and kept flying. ended up here instead of france. ‘

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unfairsurvival​:

“Nearly drowned first, but-” he’s got no qualms about speaking with food in his mouth, shovels another mouthful in before he continues on, eyes fixed on his tray of food as opposed to the man across the table, “Yeah. Load of us squeezed on this tiny little thing; some kid had died on it, apparently…” there’s a hint of a wince that pulls at Alex’s features, the sort of patriotic pride that Farrier felt buried deep beneath something a bit less proud of what their country was doing.

It was one thing losing soldiers, it was another thing entirely to lose civilians.

When he finally looks back up at Farrier, it’s with a harsh clearing of his throat. “How many was in your squadron, then? Couldn’t have been that many if you’re moanin’ about how little air support there was. They not got pilots on stand-by for that sorta thing like they apparently do with civilian boats? Seems like somethin’ they should be able to muster up pretty fuckin’ sharpish, yeah?”

          some kid died on it. that was the part that haunted him. at least those in the armed services had been given some sort of idea, some training and preparation for what they were getting into. civilian casualties, they didn’t deserve that. but it is a picture he can hold clearly in his mind. a small boat, a kid trying to save what he could of his country. it isn’t a picture he wants burned into his mind’s eye. there are enough horrors there already. instead, he held the image of collins in his mind. despite the other pilot’s absence, he would skill keep the darkness at bay. 

         ‘ three. the rest were being prepped for the invasion. ‘ fortis squadron. what he wouldn’t give to be flying with them again. ‘ fortis leader, a man named bonny, from south wales. ‘ he’d respected bonny for his skill as a pilot and a leader. ‘ and fortis two, alexander collins. he was from scotland. ‘ reckless fool. ‘ they both went down over the channel. ‘

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unfairsurvival​:

Is there a winner? is the first thought that comes to mind. It’s not aired, but it sticks firmly in Alex’s head. “And we’re supposed to sacrifice ourselves for that, are we? We get killed ‘cos the arseholes that run the country dunno how to solve a problem without throwin’ soldiers at it?”

         ‘ they did, you know, try to stop it. ‘ war is hell. war is tragedy. war wasn’t something the country wanted to roll back into right after the biggest global conflict in history had just ended. ‘ multiple governments warned germany to stop. multiple times. how much more of europe did you want them to let him take? ‘

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amidhla​:

padmé answers with a dramatic roll of her eyes,  not at all surprised by his swift response.  even if he is determined to keep them on track today,  half the fun of their lessons is the adventures they always seem to end up on  —  whether in theed or further afield  —  and to padmé it feels like freedom.  so why would she give that up so easily?  fixing her gaze on farrier,  she throws him a mischievous smile.    “  maybe i fancy taking a leisurely flight and seeing where the breeze takes us.  ”    she shrugs her shoulders,  leaning back in the pilot’s chair,  fingers on the steering to keep them on course.    “  just this time.  ”

            how did he ever imagine there was a single thing in the galaxy that he could deny her? and there was a familiar look in her eyes, a feeling he knew so closely it was like a twin. freedom. that was what flight represented, wasn’t it? the thrill of knowing you could go anywhere and everywhere. and, as he was as is love with that feeling as he had always been with her, he couldn’t very well deny her that rush. ‘ alright. ‘ she might have been expecting him to argue, but he just leaned back in the co-pilot position. ‘ open her up. let her fly. ‘

[evakvigmohns-deactivated2020111]

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS

i’m going to go ahead and cut you off right there, because i don’t give a shit.

what the fuck, is all i have to say to that.

i was born in the darkness

you have a very different definition of fun

do you think we’re gonna die here tonight?

let’s get the fuck out of here

can you even look at least a little bit worried?

oh, you’ve out dumbed yourself.

you do what you gotta do and i’ll do what i gotta do.

if you don’t believe then there’s nothing for you to be afraid of, right?

when’s the last time you ever walked into the dark woods?

give me a heads up if you start to feel murderous, i would appreciate that

one of these times we’re gonna die

i just heard a scream

well, if we just make it seem like we’re in on it, like… we’re here for the cult stuff

we’re here for the cult stuff, we saw the ad on craigslist!

you need to chill, you need to chill out

as we snuff these candles so too do we snuff you from this mortal world, you fucking wimp

you know what? i’m not trying to scare you, but i got a bad feeling about this one

you wanna play? let’s fucking play

do try to kill me

are you even human?

sound like a fair deal?

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@legendfyre​ asked:  “Give me attention.”

        he’d just gotten back from a six month deployment. before that, it had been collins that had been away. nearly a year apart, with only two weeks between collins returning and farrier leaving, and now they were finally back together. collins had practically knocked him to the ground at the homecoming ceremony, and now the demand brought on a wide smile. ‘ so demanding right after i get home, ‘ he teased, all too happy to kiss his boyfriend right there on the tarmac, the whoops of some of his fellow pilots fading into the background. and then he leaned in closer, whispering in collins’ ear, ‘ do you want clothed attention, or can we just go home so i can get out of this uniform? ‘

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theresastargirl​:

“what, that i’m forty?” she questions, smirking slightly at him before shrugging a bit. “seems insane that i volunteered to come back out here some days, but i knew i couldn’t just stay behind. not when the world’s fallin’ apart again.”

        ‘ well, you certainly don’t look it. ‘ and it wasn’t simply and empty compliment. she really didn’t look anywhere close to forty. ‘ and i’m not sure i could’ve done it, served in one world war and then signed up for another. especially with the stories my father told. ‘

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fatedtruths​:

  CLOSED FOR @fortisfyre​    BLOG WIDE STARTER CALL  illya & farrier

“  нет . ”   The russian himself stood out like a sore thumb,    six foot seven,  blonde and built like a power lifter he SCREAMED KGB agent before he even opened his mouth.    The russian word, followed by the heavy accent, only made it more obvious.   нет.   no.     

“ I was child during war. ”    The war had barely been over when he and his family had been ripped away and sent to the gulag —–and he had only been a child then too.     It speaks to the AGE of the russian agent,   of his YOUTH,  and if anyone is paying enough attention,   giving enough forethought to the way his eyes flicker around the room,   to the way that he is seemingly never at ease …   suddenly the formidable russian spy really looks his age.    “ You flew? ”    russia and britian were not on same sides now but they had been then, during the war.

         he’d heard terrible stories of what had happened in russia during the war, of the bitter fight for stalingrad, the terrible cost the red army had paid for victory. despite the animosity that had festered between the former allies during the years since the end of the war, he still held a great deal of respect for the people that had so passionately defended their homeland. 

           it isn’t until the russian gives voice to his young that farrier sees it. he’s not sure what had aged him, if it had been the war that aged so many children, or if there had been some other series of events. for all farrier knew, russian children simply grew up faster than their british counterparts. ‘ ah, yes, raf fighter command. flew spitfires. just a test pilot now, thought. ‘

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theresastargirl​:

“no, but… suppose it’s different for you, innit? haven’t been through all of this before. but you’re right, aye. we haven’t finished yet. i trust you boys to win again.”

         ‘ that still sounds insane. you know that, right? ‘ his father had been in the first war, had served as an infantry officer. but his father was now in his fifties and certainly looked it. she didn’t.

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downpaths​:

“Then we had better to see to it there is an after.” Normally he’d be the last to indulge in a fantasy of an afterward, at least until the end of the war. In this instant however, he allowed himself the luxury. “What would you do then, after this is all over? Still be in the air?”

        ‘ for now, that’s the plan. i’ve got a degree in a subject i hate, so i’d rather stay with fighter command than go back to that. ‘ go learn about economics, they said. it’ll be fun, they said. yes, if fun meant so boring he had literally fallen asleep during a meeting. ‘ what about you? planning to make a career of the army? ‘

[ofxavalon-archive]

A LEGEND IS SUNG of when England was young, and knights were BRAVE and bold. The good king had died, and no one could decide who was rightful heir to the throne. It seemed that the land would be torn by war or saved by a miracle alone. And that miracle appeared in London town. ———————————————————THE SWORD IN THE STONE.

[nico-tino]

Call Me by Your Name (2017):

kiss scenes

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@blossomfell​ said:  "A gibbon might be a bird." // mr blake is indeed dumb of ass

         ‘ a gibbon? ‘ he was trying to place the name. where had blake even heard it. he was pretty sure it wasn’t a bird. a gibbon. ‘ no, wait, a gibbon is a money, blake. ‘

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unfairsurvival​:

“Unfortunately, yeah,” at least he made it out; for all the trauma that godforsaken evacuation had brought, it hadn’t taken his life. That counted for something, even if that something was only a proper meal in the chow hall with a pilot who’d spent however long in German captivity.

Alex had tucked into his meal the second his arse had hit the bench, mouth full - thankfully - while Farrier spoke. It sounded like an apology, of sorts, and the young soldier wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. Wasn’t like it was any individual pilot’s fault that half an army’s worth of men were stuck on that beach, getting bombed. He chooses his next words carefully, is acutely aware that it would probably not be in his best interest to insult a man who’d essentially sacrificed himself so everyone else could evacuate. He swallows harshly. “All support was limited. The fact that they had to send the bloody civilians in t’get us says all you’d need to know about how well they were fuckin’ handlin’ it, yeah?”

         if they had been allowed to send more squadrons, more support, how many more people could have gotten out? how many ships, filled with british soldiers, would not now be sitting at the bottom of the channel as steel tombs? would they have lost more pilots, or less? would collins still be alive and flying if they’d had more eyes out there to cover him? or would he still have gone down and been joined by more pilots desperately needed later for the battle of britain? was there any way to rationalize a solution, even after the event had come and gone? he hadn’t so far, and he doubted he ever would. 

           ‘ is that how you got out, then? one of the civilian boats? ‘ he’d seen them from the air, his soul swelling with pride and hope for his country. he knew that, without a doubt, britain would fight and fight and fight until it had victory, or there was nothing left. the sound of his spitfire gone, the silence had been deafening, he had been left with the sight of thousands of soldiers escaping on the very boats of the citizens they were protecting. 

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theresastargirl​:

“you’ve got a point there but i’ve gotta keep hope that it isn’t today. hasn’t been today since the last war, really hoping that it’s not today now.”

         ‘ we won’t let it be today. fate be damned, and death be damned. we haven’t finished yet, have we? ‘

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messianique​:

          if lancelot already had his suspicions, then the mention of morganna only heightened them. his lips pull back in a snarl, as his sword presses firmly against the stranger’s chest.  this wouldn’t be the first time the fairy witch had tried to sneak her puppets into camelot, and lancelot isn’t going to make the same mistakes as gawain.  “ and then what ?  i bring you into camelot’s court, and you ensnare the king ?  no. ”  a decision made, lancelot lowers his sword and steps back.  “ i will send for merlin’s aid instead. we will wait here for him. ”  he might already be on his way, knowing him. 

         ‘ ensnare the-- king arthur? ‘ yes, there was a lot he wanted, to say, but he also didn’t particularly feeling like pissing off the guy with a sword to his chest. he was really wishing now that he hadn’t left his pistol in the cockpit of the spit. though, if this man was really set in this whole camelot delusion, would he feign ignorance of the weapon’s deadly nature? ‘ alright, great. sending for merlin. that works fine. does he have a telephone? mad. this was all completely mad, and he was mad for going along with it. and yet, despite lancelot stepping back, he was still the one with the deadlier weapon than farrier’s bare fists. 

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