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“There’s a huge difference between what we work for and what we live for.”

Sense8 sentence starters [Accepting]

“You’re starting to sound like me.” He couldn’t help but frown, concern settling in as he tried to understand what the other man was saying. If he was just making a joke, or if he was being serious. “You’re right, but you’re starting to sound as poetic as you say I am. Are you sure you’re okay?”

#timmgutterson #(Leckie is concerned but he's shit at expressing it oh my god)#v: Torn Souls #Letters

corellisipilot:

He can’t help but let out a laugh. ❝ In a war zone, Leckie ? Some officers don’t give a shit whether or not the rest of the men like him —– Long as he’s doin’ his job. ❞ But Wedge wasn’t like that. The officer was wary of letting other Marines too close, but sometimes it can’t be helped. The PROFOUND bond that soldiers formed was truly something else && almost unexplainable.

❝ Let’s go. We don’t stop till the others find something noteworthy up ahead. ❞ Giving Leckie a smile, Wedge stepped forward to follow those who had decided to comply with orders earlier than the private had.

“Perhaps not, but I know some who crave that their men respect and like them. Whine like children when they don’t.” He had had his fair share of bad officers, many of which hadn’t liked him back, but it was nothing he dwelled much on. He preferred focusing on the ones he liked - like Wedge - who wasn’t about to demote him for a mistake.

Nodding, he stepped up to follow, shooting the other a smile in return as he patted a hand against the rifle at his side.

“Ready when you are, sir.”

#corellisipilot #(Okay so this is late af so I totally understand if you don't want to continue it!)#(I thought I'd do it though while I have some muse)#v: Torn Souls

astrificare:

eugene had thought he’d lost all ability to be surprised by the enemy; years of fighting in europe, not missing a single jump, constantly dancing through bullets…the camp at landsberg. he’s seen a lot of terrible, unbelievable things, things people back home would think fictional, as if any soldier could make shit like this up—and yet out here, it’s like a whole other world. (he’s sure the marines’d think the same, if they’d been sent to europe after years out here. gene can barely believe this is the same war on the same planet.) the japs ain’t an enemy he’s used to. none of the briefings they’d sat through could have prepared him for this.

❝ yeah, like that. hard as y’can. ❞ the corpsman groans in pain, and gene soothes the best that he can, soft noises as he holds the pouch beneath his teeth, ripping the guy’s sleeve to try and find a vein. the guy’s a medic, so he knows this is for his own good—but it’s different when you’re the one hurt, ain’t it? when you’re the one staring death in the face, hoping a stranger will be enough to chase it away. ❝ soon as i’ve got this line in, we gotta move ‘im back. we’re both targets and he’s got a better chance if he don’t get hit again. ❞ if he gets hit again, he won’t survive at all, but gene’s reluctant to say that aloud (if it were him, though, he’d be running through the possibilities; he’d know how bad it was).

Eyes followed the other man’s hands, used to what he was doing, probably able to do the work without even looking. Just like he knew he could have worked his own gun without looking. It had become routine after so many years at war, just like he guessed the corpsman’s work had. He had himself long since lost count of how many he had killed and how many he had seen die, and he supposed the other man was the same. The wounded corpsman was just another one in a long row of wounded.

Pressing a little harder on the wound, he gave a nod, eyes rising to find a way back. Well aware a stretcher wouldn’t be able to get to them before the Japs started firing once more. They would be easy targets as soon as they got to their feet, and he wasn’t keen on more wounded when there was already one at his feet.

“I’ll take him.” His voice was determined as his eyes flickered back to the corpsman. “You tell me how to carry him right, and I’ll get him back.”

#astrificare #(This is so so late so I totally understand if you don't want to continue this)#(I decided to do it anyway though because I love your Gene ahhh!!)#(Also this is a bit shit I'm so sorry. My muse is being a dick )#v: Torn Souls

extrasocks:

He wasn’t aware of Leckie at first, only noticing the marine had crouched beside him when the other spoke. A tiny nod followed the question, and he took the offered cigarette gratefully. His attempt at a smile a much poorer effort than Leckie’s. His fingers fumbled with the zippo he drew from his breast pocket, and it took a moment or two before he finally managed to light the cigarette. Inhale… exhale…

Golden eyes sought out blue and he bit down on his lower lip, as the taller man spoke. He knew every word was valid, it wouldn’t do to dwell on the horror he’d just seen or was likely to see in the days ahead. But he couldn’t help but be shocked by what he’d seen, there was a cruelty and viciousness in the enemy here that he hadn’t encountered before.

These islands changed men. “I know… I just…” He shook his head, taking another pull of his cigarette. What could he say, he ‘didn’t expect it’ sounded ridiculous. “Poor kid.”

“Yeah. Poor kid.” Tired eyes shifted to the ground, all too aware how the other man must be feeling. His own shock had been the same the first time he had seen what the Japanese did to Americans they captured, and it had been hard to shake. The horrific images were all etched into his mind, there if he allowed his mind to wander too far. It was something he hadn’t been able to forget, not matter how hard he had tried. “But he’s in a better place now, like the chaplains say. And as long as we drive the Japs off this goddamn island, he won’t have died for nothing.”

Trying another smile, Leckie took a drag of his own smoke, a hand reaching out to grip the other man’s shoulder. Giving a comforting squeeze, which he hoped would do something.

“That’s the only thing you need to remember.”

#extrasocks #(Leckie is trying to comfort him I'm yelling)#(Even though he knows how hard it is to shake things like that and that it probably won't be the last mutilated body Skip will see)#v: Torn Souls

wcrdcddy:

‘ Hey, I’m gonna just say this once. It wasn’t fun in AFRICA and it sure as hell ain’t gonna be fun here. ‘

There were THINGS that he didn’t want to REMEMBER – being stuck with bodies COVERED the ground… it made him gag at the thought of it. The SWARMS of flies, their constant BUZZING in ear – drove him MAD.

‘ We gotta job to do and that doesn’t include REMINISCING the shit I’ve been through. Tell me, have you EXPERIENCED sitting in a damn field in this HEAT with bodies surrounding you ? ? ? ‘

He PUSHES the mans shoulder, his somewhat agitated state being EXPRESSED by the sheer power that was put into the tiny push. It wasn’t that he didn’t LIKE the man, it was just HIS WAY OF TALKING sometimes.

“I didn’t say it was fun, and I wasn’t expecting it to be either.” Perhaps his questions had been insensitive, but there had been an initial interest in the other man’s experiences. The only war he had seen himself had been that which they were now fighting, and the reports from other parts of the world had been scarce.

The push had him shifting, hands gripping his weapon a little tighter as he stepped back. Moving out of the way, eyes narrowed as he spoke. Not liking the other man’s tone, or rough treatment.

“I have, yes. That’s most of what we’ve been doing out here. Sitting in fields, with a mountain of rotting Japs up ahead. They’re all just as mad as your Nazis, if not worse.”

#wcrdcddy #(Leckie: 'I want to ask about things I like learning')#(Someone: *Gets offended*)#(Leckie: *Sulks and takes immediate offence*)#(He's such a baby I can't believe this)#v: Torn Souls

rhoraf

#(Goddamn he fine)#(Also: Is that a gun in your trousers or are you just happy to see me?)#(Leckie would totally carry a gun like that if he could lmao)#(I mean he probably does in his TMITHC verse and like mutant verse lmao)#(Also stop me I think I'm funny and I'm not)#; Salty boy [Portraits]

rpmememaker

It's Sexual Sunday so...

send my muse inappropriate questions

flirt with them anonymously or not

try to make them blush

kiss them at random

send me terrible pickup lines

get my muse hot and bothered

Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy!

#(Going to make an attempt to do things so let's do this)#H Company Memes

I’ve really been struggling with deciding whether or not I should keep this blog going. I love writing Leckie and writing him with all of you, but I just struggle with getting myself on here. Which isn’t how things should be, and I hate how long I make everyone wait for replies or memes. I know I’m a pretty shitty RP partner in that sense and I’m so sorry about that, but I just don’t know what to do to get myself on here more, and to get myself writing quicker. So I really don’t know if I should even continue trying, because I don’t even know if anyone wants me here.

#(I want to try but ughh)#(I just don't know because I go on do like one thing and then disappear for like a week)#(I hate it tbh because I love writing Leckie and I want to write him like I used to)#(But it just doesn't feel the same and I don't really talk to anyone at all)#(So I really don't know if people actually want to write with me)#(I'm just having a bad morning tbh I'm sorry guys)#Mun bullshit

multamusae-archive-blog

SENSE8 SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS –– PART THREE/THREE ⟶ feel free to change pronouns, tenses, tweak the sentence to fit your muse, etc etc.

1.09 –– death doesn’t let you say goodbye

“I don’t know why we sing such horrible things to children.” “Why didn’t you tell me the truth?” “Are we celebrating or mourning?” “I know what it’s like living two lives.” “We all have this other nature, this secret self, capable of doing terrible things.” “I’m sorry if I caused you unnecessary pain.” “There are more important things than me.” “All I wanted from life was one thing.” “Love is not something we wind up, or control.” “Love is just like art.” “Love, like art, must always be free.” “I am not a good person.” “Our first kiss was over there in the bathroom.” “There’s a huge difference between what we work for and what we live for.” “The violence that I realized was unforgivable is the violence we do to ourselves when we’re too afraid to be who we are.” “That me that loved you –– that me isn’t this me. Not anymore.” “I spent all night wishing this day would never come.” “Death doesn’t let you say goodbye. It just carves holes in your life, in your future, in your heart.” “I always tried to be worthy of your love, but now I’m not.” “I disappointed you. I let you down.” “Your voice is the only one I can’t live without.” “It’s fake like everything in my life.” “All I know how to do is lie.”

1.10 –– what is human?

“The past is done with us the moment we are done with it.” “I envy people their clear cut allegiances.” “What is human?” “The simplest solution is to tell the truth.” “Life is violent.” “Killing is easy when you can feel nothing.” “Tell him exactly what he wants to hear.” “What the fuck is that?” “Lying is easy.” “Sometimes you make a mistake. You’ve got two choices –– you fix it, or live with it.” “When you told me that, it was the proudest moment of my life.” “What happened to you?” “You got into a fight? Are you stupid, look at your face!” “I know how important your career is to you.” “I cared too much about things that aren’t important.” “My career is important to me, but it will never be as important as you.”

1.11 –– just turn the wheel and the future changes

“I could hack into it in a second.” “No one looking for a fugitive would knock like that.” “You can’t shoot back without any bullets in your gun.” “There’s something I have to do and I need a favor.” “I’m a little nervous about what you’ve been wanting to talk about.” “There’s no easy way to say this.” “What happened was beyond our control.” “Call me a bitch one more time, and I will kill you.” “You have nothing to be afraid of.” “If I see you here again, I will show you what violence looks like.” “I think I’m about to die.” “You’ll take good care of him, do you understand?” “Kids today have a huge tolerance for drugs.” “You’re out of time.” “Can you trust me even now?” “Be careful what you tell them –– not too much, or they won’t believe you.” “He’s very good at manipulating people.” “This is a bad place. You shouldn’t be here.” “You don’t have to do this.” “Just turn the wheel, and the future changes.” “Some things in our lives are inevitable.” “There are worst things than dying.” “There are some things I’ll never understand about your world, and there are things you’ll never understand about mine.” “I know how I feel about you, and somehow I know you feel the same way about me.” “No one I care about will ever be safe.” “Crying won’t help him.” “This is what life is –– fear, rage, desire, love.” “To stop feeling emotions, to stop wanting to feel them, is to feel death.”

1.12 –– i can’t leave her

“Why do you keep looking out the window?” “Sometimes when you try to help one person, another person gets hurt.” “It’s so cold.” “Here, take my coat.” “You’re the most magical thing that has ever happened to me.” “I have bad news, and worse news.” “I promise I won’t leave you.” “You would have done anything for her.” “I’m going in with a nine millimeter tucked under my arm.” “I guess I’ve come to say goodbye.” “How was I supposed to know he was wearing a bulletproof vest? Who wears a bulletproof vest in real life?” “I am not ready to say goodbye.” “What kind of man betrays his own fucking family?” “My father was a monster, and so am I.” “You need a distraction.” “Men cannot stand to see a beautiful car in trouble.” “It’s some sort of primal instinct.” “We’re working on an exit strategy.” “The bigger and more high tech a company is, the easier it is to walk through the front door.” “Safety’s always been highly overrated.” “You’ve gotta see, it’s totally fucked up.” “When I give instructions, I expect them to be followed.” “He has a lot of respect for you.” “Welcome to my daily life.” “We’re going to need some help.” “If he thinks he can stop us, he’s going to need a lot more men.” “You shouldn’t have come.” “Everyone around me dies.” “I was supposed to die here.” ”I can’t leave her.” “I know you want to lay down here and never get up again.” “Is he sick?” “You did it, you saved us.”

#(I'm so slow make me do shit please)#H Company Memes

hxllbilly:

Leckie could be a lonely fuck. Not cut out to be a marine – well, not the one’s Hillbilly had known. (But then, neither was Sledge. Or Shelton, fucking Hell.) Before the war, there was no you in a company. Just a serial number, though time might have changed that more than the war. More than the constant, unyielding reminder that these men couldn’t all be going home.

A semi-lonely fuck, then. Content to spend his downtime in peace; reading, writing, drafting what Eddie was sure was a highly pretentious compilation of words. In his heart, he knew he was just jealous. Of the other man’s talent, of the fact he could do those things. Be so satisfied with his own company alone.

The worry Hillbilly extended to all his boys was still present, however, and had him wandering into Robert’s tent. Letting the sweltering heat hit him as he found it deserted besides its owner, for yet another day. It had him towering over the man’s bunk, leaning casually on the support pole. Looking severe and unimpressed; a façade to cover the concern and confusion etched beneath. Men who spent such a long time alone, hiding in their beds, clearly had something on their minds. Nothing good, for sure.

“Y’been skippin’ rifle trainin’, Leckie.” It was kept matter-of-fact, arms folding as he scanned over the reclining body below. No injuries, nothing out of order. “Jus’ ‘cause we standin’ by don’ mean y’can lay on y’ass, sittin’ pretty.”

He would have wished there had been some way to lie well enough to get the other man out of there, but Leckie could almost already guess that wasn’t going to be the case. He had tried to become a good liar through the years, but he had never properly succeeded. He scraped by, could convince himself and others of simple things, but that was mostly it. He wasn’t good at hiding anything more intricate, no matter how he tried.

Eyes shifted, kept off the other man’s face as he rubbed a hand over his forehead. Drying off the layer of sweat the heat had drawn out, and trying to make himself think. His mind had already been hazy from dozing in the heat, and the lack of water he had consumed hadn’t helped keep him focused.

He tried, however, voice tired as he responded, trying to keep himself indifferent. Already knowing he wasn’t about to get up from the bunk unless Eddie decided to use force to get him up. The past few days, he had only risen at night, when the darkness helped hiding the stains on his dungarees, and he wanted to keep it like that.

“I already know how to shoot.” His hand fell back to his side, fingers brushing over the blanket to make sure it was still in place, more out of habit than anything else. “I can practically handle a rifle in my sleep at this point, Lieutenant.”

#hxllbilly #(I forgot this was in my drafts I'm so angry)#(Also Leckie saying that about rifles is hilarious to me because that fucker failed rifle training in basic)#(So like sure he's decent at it now but he used to suck)#(I mean he still sucks but not when it comes to rifles wink wink)#(Anyway this is late af and I'm so mad)#v: Torn Souls