fight on !

my shoulders broad, i can carry much: sticks and stones and dirt and such secrets, burdens and wishes. still i can carry so much more but i cannot carry your absence independent  mark  ramano  from  '  inside  eden's  gates ' !

[safefromsin]

‘ stop punishing yourself. please. you don’t deserve it. ’

LIGHT HEARTED SUGGESTIONS STARTERS / still accepting!

    The wind had picked up, blowing wildly at Sara’s hair, blonde locks whipping behind her head. If she lifted her arms she was certain she would fly, carried away like a leaf blown in the gust. But her arms remained slack at her sides where she stood on the edge of THE FATHER’S concrete words, his book opened and lifted up to the heavens where his statue would eventually reach. On her lips rested a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes—eyes so dull they’d almost become a milky white. 

    “I have sinned, Mark,” she told the man before her. Was he really there? Or would he evaporate into green smoke the second her fingers brushed him? Sara didn’t test this theory. She didn’t care anymore. She was at the end of The Path. Soon she would pass through the gates and be welcomed wholly into Joseph’s family. Her chest warmed at the thought. She would finally be home. 

    “To atone I had to walk the path… Prove my loyalty to the Father.” Sara’s tone lacked any emotion, the words seemingly forced out of her by an unseen hand pulling at her strings. 

    “Stop punishing yourself,” Mark snapped, but he too was affected by the bliss, no matter how he tried to fight it. His movements were slowed, his vision dazed. He tried to take a step towards Sara, but staggered, nearly losing his footing. “… Please. You don’t deserve it.” 

    An unnaturally soft giggle escaped Sara, the sound echoing that of Faith, her newfound sister. 

    “This is not a punishment… I knew the Father was special. There was something about him. He has given me faith… He has shown me the way.” 

    Sara took a step back, teetering on the edge of the statue’s book. She began to hum and soon a song was on her lips, the sound hollow and distant. 

    “Help me, Faith… Help me, Faith.” Sara turned, looking down, ready to take the final step. “Shield me from sorrow… From fear of tomorrow…” 

    “Sara!” Mark slurred, but she was already leaning forward, arms spread, accepting her fate. 

    Sara was warm with the Father’s love as she fell. Before she hit the ground she felt the Father’s love envelop her, his promises true, and his word everlasting. 

@markedfree

[markedfree-blog]

standing in front of a full length mirror he tried on marks cowboy hat. humming absently. ' not bad. but really anything looks good on me. '

——— amusement.  crooked  smile  lazily etched into pink  lips.  he  watches  john  fiddle  with  the  cowboy  hat  that,  along  with  his  flannel  and  pants,  has  been  stripped  off  his  person.  the  bubbly  liquid  from  earlier  courses  through  his  veins,  adding  a  dusty  taint  of  pink  to  freckled  cheeks,  fuelling  the  soundtrack  of   laughter.  

this…It’s  different  from  other  nights  spent  together, slower  and  more  intimate.  It’s  just  the  two  of  them.  mark’s  nose  wrinkles  in  distaste  as  he  finds  himself  thinking  he  would  enjoy  more  nights  LIKE  THIS.

(   ❛❛       not  bad.  but  really  anything  looks  good  on  me.         ❜❜    )

he  decides  to  simply  humour  the  lawyer,  position  at  the  head  of  the  bed  abandoned  in  favour  of  one  behind  john.   ❛❛   look  at  ya’,  cowboy.       ❜❜  

his  face  appears   in  the  full length  mirror  as  his  neck  cants  to  the  side.  A  look  of  pure  awe  is  mocked  up,  tongue  caught   between  teeth  to  stop  drunken  laughter.    ❛❛    y’know  what  they  say,  huh?     ❜❜

fingers  hook  through  john’s  belt  loop,   guiding  him  to  the  foot  of  the  bed  where  arms  wrap  around  the  thin  torso,  chin  lifting  to  rest  on  his  shoulder.    playful  laughter  finally  spilled,  warm  eyes  crinkling  as  john  heads  tilts  to  look  down  at  mark,  blue  eyes  shadowed  by  the  wide brim  of  the  hat.

one  hand  moves  from  the  cold  torso  to  lift  the brim  of  the  hat,  lips  just  hovering  over  john’s.

❛❛      save  a   ‘orse,  ride  a   cowboy  !      ❜❜

                     @gcdsaved  /  john  duncan  is  always  welcome  !

[markedfree-blog]

‘ i love you so much ‘

 ———  softness.  they’re  enveloped  in  it,  the  clean  linen  wrapped  around  shivering  bodies.  bare  legs  interlocked,  the  soft  sound  of  their  breathing  drowned  out  by  the  serene  mix  of   the  heavy  rainfall  and  the  pacific  music  playing.  It’s  the  picture  of  BLISS,  his  little  trailer  a  safe  haven  for  the  both  of  them.

trembling  fingers  draw  patterns  across  the  skin  of  her  cheek,  watching  as  curled  eyelash  come  together  and  lips  part,  (    ‘ i love you so much ‘    ).  words  exhaled,  voice  vulnerable.  love  and  safety,  the  two  feeling  coincide   with  one  another.  you  cannot  have  one  without  the  other.   love  and  safety,  it’s  how  she’s  brought  him  back  to  life.  revived  what  was  lost  and  restored  what  was  shattered.

he  can  only  hope  he’s  done  the  same  in  her.  

he  burns  to  tell  her  she  is  all  he  needs  but  his  voice  is  drowned  out  by  the  noise  outside.  the  pitter  of  raindrops  against  his  window  reminding  him  that  there  is  a  world  where  the  two  of  them  have  seperate  engagements.  her,  her  husband  and  the  name  they  have  built  for  themselves.  him,  well,  he  tends  to  carry  a  little  bit  of  everyone  else  with  him.  atlas,  who  carries  the  burden  of  world  on  his  shoulders,  has  now  found  some  to  share  the  load  with.  

one  soul  in  two  bodies  separated  by  selflessness.

wet  eyelashes  come  together,  fingers  finally  stilling  on  the  warmth  of  her  cheek. tentatively  her   hand  comes  up  to  his  SCARRED      ———  TATTOOED  ———  cheek,  inducing  a  small  flinch  from  the  BRAVE  soldier.  this  time,  for  the  first  time,  he  doesn’t  guide  the  hand  away.  lets  the  cold  metal  of  her  wedding  band  rest  against  ENVY    ———  HIS  SIN  ———  carved  into  the  flesh  of  his  cheek.  perhaps,  he’s  finally  owned  up  to  it.  given  up  on  the  fight  and  accepted  it  as  the  truth.

HE  IS  ENVIOUS.

envious  that  this  trailer  ———  this  safe  haven  they’ve  built  ———  is  all  they  will  ever  have.  

blindly  hands  come  up  to  collect  hers  from  his  cheek,  interlock  their  fingers  and  guide  them  to  his  chest  ;  over  his  heart.  

he  didn’t  want  to  fall  in  love,  didn’t  want   to  be  fixed.

but  she’s  done  and  now  he’s  ———  they’re  ———   left  to  pick  up  the  pieces.

❛❛      he’ll   be   home   soon.         ❜❜   words  exhaled,  voice vulnerable.  

                                       @denyname    /    soft   ask   !

[thezodiacsignss]

Send Me A Ship & I’ll Tell You Who...

1. Made the first move: 2. The big spoon: 3. The little spoon: 4. The cuddler: 5. Cries during movies: 6. More affectionate: 7. Their favorite non-sexual activity:  8. More nervous to meet the parents: 9. More protective/jealous: 10. Sneaks into the shower with the other in the mornings: 11. Initiates sexy times the most: 12. Fuck or make love: 13. Behind the wheel more often during road trips: 14. Gives the silent treatment when they’re mad at each other: 15. Reaches for the other’s hand first: 16. Whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear at inappropriate times: 17. Comes up with cheesy pick-up lines:

[desnos]

[reynardiine]

                    ‘CAUSE IF YOU AIN’T GOT MONEY, IT CAN’T SAVE YOUR SOUL.

[markedfree-blog]

BOLD what applies to your muse .

Pre-Seeds:

alcoholism. amnesia. anxiety. appetite loss. binge eating. codependence. cynicism. defensiveness. denial. depersonalization. depression. derealisation. devaluation. displacement.disassociation. drug abuse. dysphoria. emotional detachment. flashbacks. flat affect. guilt. hallucinations. hypersomnia. hypervigilance. hypochondria. idealisation. insomnia. intellectualize. isolation. low self esteem. narcissism. night terrors. obsessive compulsion. overeating. panic attack. passive aggression. paranoia. phobias. projection. psychosis. rationalization. regression. repression. restrictive eating.  risky sex. self-harm/self-destruction. somatization. splitting. sublimation. suicidal ideation. sleepwalking. suppression. thousand-yard stare. triggers. trust issues. violence. whiplash. temper.

Post-Seeds:

alcoholism.  amnesia.  anxiety. appetite loss. binge eating. codependence. cynicism. defensiveness. denial. depersonalization. depression. derealisation. devaluation . displacement. disassociation. drug abuse. dysphoria. emotional detachment. flashbacks. flat affect. guilt. hallucinations. hypersomnia. hypervigilance. hypochondria. idealisation.insomnia. intellectualize. isolation. low self esteem. narcissism. night terrors. obsessive compulsion. overeating. panic attack. passive aggression. paranoia. phobias. projection.psychosis. rationalization. regression. repression. restrictive eating.  risky sex. self-harm/self-destruction. somatization. splitting. sublimation. suicidal ideation. sleepwalking. suppression. thousand-yard stare. triggers. trust issues. violence. whiplash. temper. 

TAGGED BY:  stolen  from  36  different  sources. TAGGING:  anyone !

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

“I have to go…”

[markedfree-blog]

MILITARY   HABITS   !

early   mornings:  on  the  rare  event  that  he  does  go  to  sleep  and  stay  asleep,  mark  is  up  at  0500  (   5:00  am   )  every  single  morning.

morning  cardio:  as  soon  as  he is  up,  he  is  out  the  door  for  his  morning  workout. normally,  he  sticks  to  something  light  to  warm  up   his   muscles  for  the  day  ———  stretches,   jumping  rope,  followed  by a  brisk  five  mile  (  sometimes  more  )  jog.

sleeping  anywhere:  again,  not  something  that  happens  often  because  he  can’t  get  adequate  sleep  but  when  he  finally  does  let  himself  rest,  he  can  fall  asleep  anywhere.  And  when  he  does  wake  up,  he  is  coherent  and  responsive  within  seconds.

whistling  in  the  latrine:  an  odd  one  but  not  uncommon  for  veterans.  most  latrines  on  military  bases  don’t  have  locks,  so  soldiers  on  duty  will  often  hum  or  whistle  while  using  the  john.  mark  is  not  exception  to  this  odd  habit,  even  if   the   door  has  a  lock,  he  will  be  in  there  whistling   (  or  on  a  good  day  you  can  catch  him  humming   ).  he  doesn’t  whistle  anything  in  particular,  just  whatever  happens  to  spring  into  his  head  at  the  moment.

fast eating:  given  that  downtime  is  very  little  when  on  a  tour  (  or  even  in  basic  training ),  mark  developed  the  skill  of  being  able  to  finish  a  whole  meal  in  six  minutes  or  less.  It’s  a  habit   that  he’s  tried  to  break  many  times  but  it  won’t  shake.  

scanning  crowds:  generally,  he  doesn’t  like  being  in  overcrowded  places  but  when  he  has  no  other  choice,  he’s  constantly  checking  his  surroundings.  watching  people,  scanning  for  threats  and  looking  for  exit  points.  

evening  training:  he  likes  to  end  his  days  the  same  way  he  starts  them  ;  with  exercise.  his  evening  sessions  are  focused  on  weight  /  resistance  training  and  are  a  little  more  loose  given  that  he  can  pick  and  choose  just  what  he  wants  to  work  out.  if  he  still  has  energy  to  burn  after  the  gym,  he  will  come  home  and  take  a  dip  in  the  lake.

[markedfree-blog]

did you spit or swallow daddy john seed's seed?

[emanuelee]

I’m very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very tired.

[special-operations]

[minyoongi-ah]

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I bend the definition Of faith to exonerate my blind eye. ‘Til the sirens sound, I’m safe.

[endofherleash]

Chachi, 2016

[ghostling]

Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”

[rpmemestbh]

50 oddly specific headcanon asks.

Send me a number! (some slightly nsfw) || specify muse if needed

How does your muse feel about seafood?

What is their favorite piece of technology?

When did they lose their virginity?

Was their anything their parents pushed them to do? (e.g. sports, theatre, band)

Describe your muse’s worst nightmare.

What is a deal-breaker when it comes to dating someone?

What was the most embarrassing moment in your muse’s life?

What keeps your muse up at night?

What chronic illnesses does your muse have, if any?

Does your muse get carsick?

Does your muse wear glasses/contacts?

What are some warning signs that your muse is getting depressed? 

What is your muse’s favorite candy?

Does your muse have a “victory song” and if so, what is it?

Who do they tend to bicker with the most?

Has your muse ever been hospitalized or institutionalized? 

Does your muse pray, whether it be to a god or some other force?

Has your muse ever lived in poverty?

Do they have any distinct voice mannerisms? (e.g. saying ‘like’ or ‘um’ a lot, stutters) 

Where are your muse’s ancestors from? Do they keep any of their traditions?

When did your muse learn about sex?

What is your muse most thankful for?

What shoe size is your muse?

Does your muse hate their middle name? \ What is it?

How many hours a day do they spend on the internet/watching TV?

Does your muse have any trophies?

If your muse was given the opportunity to go sky diving, would they?

What is the most common lie your muse tells themselves?

Has your muse ever had a pet? If so, what type?

Who was your muse’s first kiss?

What is your muse’s first memory?

How does your muse feel about crocs?

What are your muse’s biggest pet peeves?

What was your muse’s happiest birthday?

Does your muse cross their legs/ankles when they sit?

What simple task is your muse surprisingly bad at?

Did your muse ever own a Tamagatchi?

What was your muses’s first job?

Does your muse usually go for truth or dare?

Has your muse ever been to a concert?

What is your muse’s favorite holiday?

Does your muse reply to scary chain emails/messages?

Describe the first person your muse remembers losing.

Would your muse ever roleplay?

What is your muse’s Hogwarts house?

What is your muse’s first thought upon waking up?

Name a song your muse can sing every word to. 

Who would your muse sacrifice themselves for, if anybody?

How long is your muse’s penis? || What bra size is your muse?

If your muse could rid the world of one thing, what would it be?

[lcvelymemes]

» send me ↕ + your muse’s height

I will compare your muse’s height to mine using this website.