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[gunpowderbones-a]

┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄ “   There are some people that walk through life content to simply be. But not her. She walks through like wildfire, with a heart that burns burns brighter than the sun. No one knows it though, not when she smothers those flames just so no one else will get the chance to. They think her cold, with eyes ice like eyes, they think she forgets that she has blood on her hands. But she doesn’t, there’s a trail of ghosts always reminding her of her sins. Don’t cross her unless you want to become one of those ghosts.  ”

[gunpowderbones-a]

┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄ “   There are some people that walk through life content to simply be. But not her. She walks through like wildfire, with a heart that burns burns brighter than the sun. No one knows it though, not when she smothers those flames just so no one else will get the chance to. They think her cold, with eyes ice like eyes, they think she forgets that she has blood on her hands. But she doesn’t, there’s a trail of ghosts always reminding her of her sins. Don’t cross her unless you want to become one of those ghosts.  ”

[gunpowderbones-a]

┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄ “   There are some people that walk through life content to simply be. But not her. She walks through like wildfire, with a heart that burns burns brighter than the sun. No one knows it though, not when she smothers those flames just so no one else will get the chance to. They think her cold, with eyes ice like eyes, they think she forgets that she has blood on her hands. But she doesn’t, there’s a trail of ghosts always reminding her of her sins. Don’t cross her unless you want to become one of those ghosts.  ”

[gunpowderbones-a]

┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄ “   There are some people that walk through life content to simply be. But not her. She walks through like wildfire, with a heart that burns burns brighter than the sun. No one knows it though, not when she smothers those flames just so no one else will get the chance to. They think her cold, with eyes ice like eyes, they think she forgets that she has blood on her hands. But she doesn’t, there’s a trail of ghosts always reminding her of her sins. Don’t cross her unless you want to become one of those ghosts.  ”

[gunpowderbones-a]

┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄ “   There are some people that walk through life content to simply be. But not her. She walks through like wildfire, with a heart that burns burns brighter than the sun. No one knows it though, not when she smothers those flames just so no one else will get the chance to. They think her cold, with eyes ice like eyes, they think she forgets that she has blood on her hands. But she doesn’t, there’s a trail of ghosts always reminding her of her sins. Don’t cross her unless you want to become one of those ghosts.  ”

[gunpowderbonesarchived-blog]

my new blog is almost done and then this shall be archived and im very excited tbh

[super-musings-and-memes]

color-coded starter call!

[triumphantiisms]

super-musings-and-memes:

Want me to write you up a starter? Inbox me a color for a specific theme/mood!

Red for a violent starter

Orange for an urgent starter

Yellow for a scary starter

Green for a friendly starter

Blue for an angsty starter

Purple for a silly starter

Pink for a romantic starter

[gunpowderbonesarchived-blog]

so im currently in the process of revamping jaymes and archiving this blog. honestly i just kinda need a fresh start and i’ve been thinking about it for a little while now :3 relationships will stay the same but for the most part i will be dropping most threads that are in my drafts. HOWEVER if you want to continue anything we have please don’t hesitate to let me know because i will 110% be down to continue!!! also brand new threads won’t be dropped :3 basically i just need empty drafts and an empty inbox and a new space because i’m all stressed out lolol

[symphonyofflavors]

[thejudgerehema-blog]

[shewhomuses]

                                                      Deep down, you know                                                   you weren’t built for fighting,                                                       but that doesn’t mean                                                     you’re not prepared to try.

                                                       What they don’t know                                                       is your real advantage;                                                    When you live for someone,                                                      you’re ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ to ᴅɪᴇ.

[cursedkindness-blog]

┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄ “   Love is not only between a prince and a princess. That is the boldest lie the fairy tales tell. Love is between two hearts that touch and that change. It does not matter if one heart is made of kindness and the other of hate. Sometimes those stories lay forgotten, the ones that don’t end with a magical kiss. But I will not let my story be forgotten, and I will not let her be the villain in my story. Love is magic and it must be known.  ”

[damexrescuer-archived-deactivat]

@gunpowderbones & @causeforallyourpain

If you’re planning on making Bond sick, well… you’re doing a BIRLLIANT job.

[gunpowderbonesarchived-blog]

(✿◠‿◠) (◡‿◡✿) (◕‿◕✿) 

[damexrescuer-archived-deactivat]

Bond grabbed the flask and promptly averted his gaze from the display that was currently occurring before his eyes, a disgusted look plastered on his features.               ❝ Can you .. not do that in front of ME ? ❞

@causeforallyourpain

[causeforallyourpain-deactivated]

“If you are going to act like a child.” Franz begins and raises a hand to then point to where there is a maid looking after some children. “Go sit at the kiddys table James.” Franz tries not to growl. “I’m going to enjoy my time with the woman I love, and if you can’t handle that..Go drink yourself into a stupor.”

@gunpowderbones·

[gunpowderbonesarchived-blog]

“Please, both of you, honestly. Get along for five minutes at the very least.” Jaymes sighs while sliding herself comfortably into Franz’s lap. “Five whole minutes won’t kill either of you believe it or not.”

@damexrescuer

[wnq-writers]

I get these intense urges to bare my soul to the nearest person, but I can never pull the trigger. Afterwards I’m relieved I didn’t embarrass myself, but it’s never long before the feeling swells up again and I’m left wondering which one of me is right.

champagnesword

[finndamerons-archive]

my heart says jedi knight, but my emotional instability says sith lord

[ifrownedthisface]

Again, iron hand-shake. “Agent Bond,” Malcolm greeted both as an acknowledgement, and testing her title. He’d no idea how to address anyone in a department where everyone’s names were letters and numbers. – Not that he called anyone back in “regular” government by their names. (Goldilocks, the Fucking Balaclava, Indiana Murray and the Bum Dildo of Vengeance were a few of then names Malcolm allotted to MPs and policy advisors.) 

“Malcolm Tucker. I’ve already been told that we’re going to get on famously,” he added with his own smirk, and a look back to M assured him that the Head of MI6 was already worried, glancing almost warily between the two of them.

“Mister Tucker is the Prime Minister’s director of communication,” M added to follow up the introduction. “He’s been transferred on a contract to help us with an issue that has recently come up: a public upheaval of thousands of governmental scandals and conspiracies, both real and made-up.”

“And rumoured,” Malcolm added. He’d resumed his seat and though there were a few spare chairs in the room Jaymes seemed content to stay standing. Antsy. “And everything else in between.”

“We expect the maneuver was to hide a number of large scale public crimes.” M handed another of the folders to Jaymes. “Abigail Palmer, a high profile radio and YouTube personality has claimed open responsibility for the information blow-up, but we’re unsure of why, and her whereabouts are unknown. Q has been after a data trail since this morning with no luck.”

[gunpowderbonesarchived-blog]

Agent Bond was a first. She was so used to being no more than a number but her eyebrows raised appreciatively at the title. Already she could tell she didn’t dislike this man at the very least. The insinuation that they would get on well made her instantly curious as to what his reputation was, but she could be patient. Asking such a question right now really wasn’t the time.

Gripping the back of a chair as she leans forward, Jaymes is fighting the urge to pace. Standing still is proving yet again not to be her strong suit. That’s what happened when they kept her cooped up in this bloody city. 

Taking in the information, she miraculously manages not to roll her eyes. Some asshole being an asshole to the asshole degree. And now she was stuck doing...okay she doesn’t actually quite know but she’s starting to worry. If someone was going public it could only mean they would have to retaliate in a similar manner. 

“I’m sorry, I’m here because?” She starts cautiously, eyes narrowed on M. “You need a cute ass for you MI6 is good posters?” Less cautious, more irritated. One deep breath. “What is it you want me to do here?”