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literally made my day, ok. u r my favorite of the favorite ofthe forever favorites.

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Michael Caine, 1964.

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                Roxy Morton is a BLOODHOUND,    who had certainly felt the drive to                 succeed even before falling into the grasp of the  KINGSMAN. the fact                 remained  that pain meant  little to  her, that  the way her lungs burned                 underwater,   that how her head had pounded after falling from heights                 unimaginable,  how  her  arm  is  going  numb  from the slice — meant                 relatively nothing. it doesn’t bother her. PAIN can be ignored, though a                 loss in PRIDE certainly tasted much worse. 

                she takes a glance to the slightly bloodied hand     ( that she is making                 sure doesn’t drip onto the carpet —- that would be unseemly, surely )                 and  nods,  allowing  a  small  grin  to  seep  into  her  calm expression. 

                                                         ❝ I will… I do. ❞

                though sometimes  it  was  difficult to remind one’s self one was not a                 G O D  when  standing  on  top of the world with a gun in your hand —                 although she  was the  measure of  a  TRUE  GENTLEMAN,   she still                 needed   work   on   the   remembrance   of   her   still   human   blood. 

                                  ❝ Is there anything else you needed of me? ❞

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work in any job for long enough -- especially with the strains that this particular job carried, and one could get desynthesized to just about everything that could come one’s way. arthur has seen it happen just one too many times. he believes that his agents understand their own mortality, but many choose to ignore it. with all the equipment and with the level of training and continued training that all of them received, it could almost be justified, plausible even, that a kingsman agent was an immortal being. almost. this was more of the case in the younger agents, like roxy. she embodied the very principle -- the epitome of a kingsman, and she believed in that greater good. but at the rate she was going, arthur knew either she was going to burn out, or someone else was going to burn her out. arthur is quiet, inspecting her over the rim of his glasses, though it’s not unkind. “i need you to rest for a couple of days. at least from the field. merlin needs some help with some of the new equipment that’s arrived. perhaps you can lend a helping hand?”

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❛       the changing       times don’t impede you, arthur. dare i say       it makes things more interesting—- yet       i’m… … sensing a full demurring to my       candidate.          ❜

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sense all you’d like, galahad. i’m old, settled in my ways, as it were, and am quite entitled to my opinions as they are my own.

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headtailor​ The Woman knew a thing or to about slipping by undetected. She had, after all, learned from the best. Seating herself in the home of the man she so idolized, the one who taught her all she knew, who had been everything to her, she settled herself in to wait. Legs crossed at the ankles, she reached into her clutch for a cigarette, finding the old ritual soothing. When at length, he entered, she was sitting behind his  desk, the light on and an amused little smile on her lips. “Happy Birthday, Father.”

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with a man of his age, one would think that retirement would have been in his foreseeable future. but for chester king, the very thought of retiring appalled him. he did not make a big deal out of birthdays. after all, why should he? it was simply another year he made it around the sun. to him, that was hardly anything to be celebrating about. when he enters his home at around ten-thirty in the evening to retire -- no pun intended, to his bedroom, the appearance of his daughter out of the blue doesn’t seem to startle him. “well hello, sweetheart. i doubt that there’s anything happy about it save the fact that it’s the only time besides christmas my daughter comes to see me.” a gentle scolding, but arthur is smiling, if ever so slightly as he takes off his coat. here was a side of the ‘great’ man that very few -- if any got to see.

“well come on, then. are you going to give me a hug? it’s my birthday after all.”

[benoyoung]

“You mustn’t sit around waiting to die. When it happens you should come into the cemetery on a motorbike, skid to a halt by the side of the coffin, jump in and say: ‘Great I just made it.’” -Sir Michael Caine

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Source: http://trendsfolio.com/2015/01/kingsman-x-mrporter/

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"Rightly so." Harry agreed, a struggled nod came from his head, and a thick swallow just to compensate for the situation. Arthur had more important things to do than watch over Galahad. Though, deep down he wished Arthur would address him via his full name.

Harry’s hand gently wrapped around his IV chord, the thing that had been feeding him for the past god-knows -how long. “I don’t think I could stomach it anyway.” His words fell from his mouth like a naive, guilty child would with their father, and he looked at Arthur with sullen eyes. “I’m glad you were the first face I saw.”

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it was perhaps natural that a sort of attachment was formed between him and his charges. well, not so much charges when they were younger, but still, arthur did look out for them. he did care for them-- immensely so, but whether it be in his personality, or  the precautions of the job, or simply his age... arthur never was quite able to show it. it of course, being his emotions. hands danced around nimbly around harry’s charts, glasses perched on the edge of his nose as arthur looks up once more as the younger speaks. “ -- i’m sure you’d rather merlin.” arthur replied matter-of-factly, gently placing the clipboard back down as he turns to the pitcher and pours a glass of water as he places it on the table next to harry’s bed.

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Manners Maketh Man

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       “ Arthur. Very kind          of you to drop by. ”

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well, i certainly couldn’t deny a colleague and friend a request, could i? what can i do for you, giles?

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blackjewishboyfriend liked for a starter.

office romances hardly ever end well, mister galitz.

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eggscaliber liked for a starter.

are you an eggs scrambled, over easy, or sunny side up sort of fellow?

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defendandprxtect liked for a starter.

unless you’re selling those girl scout cookies, i’m not interested.

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orderist liked for a starter.

there must be a law about wearing that much pink.

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Korean fandom are certainly VERY creative at shipping omhggggg this comic is about young Harry Hart and young Chester King by thrallmjnewborn@twitter.

Pleaaaaase someone with good Korean language, help translate this so we can understand what’s going on :’((((