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Make love to me, snake!

Is it too late to go back on hiatus again.

#(❛ ✖ : BRIEFING.)#(( wth happened while I was gone ))

“You don’t understand the appeal! The Eurovision is a time to support your country! And have a good look at hot singers. Damn it’s been a long time since I saw a Russian guy that hot.”

soldiersided

❝I can’t believe I lost my friends to dancing Europeans. DANCING. EUROPEANS. Back in my day you supported your country through WAR. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GOOD OL’ DAYS??❞

#predateel #(❛ ℣ : A REAL FRRRUTA DE ORO.)#I-I CAN BE HOT TOO #RIPS SHIRT OFF

I lost two friends to dancing Europeans. You should feel bad for me.

#(( man it's been forever hello ))

sprsoldier-archive

you crush bullets between your teeth and gasp for breath through your clenched jaw freedom is like a drug to you - be careful not to choke, little warrior you carve love into your ribs and yet you still feel nothing (feelings can’t be fixed by war after all) your body is an assortment of weapons - your words are like gun shots, your heart beating like a cannon in your chest (it longs for the rush of blood before battle) you feel the thrum of tension beneath your skin as your feet touch the battlefield you sing along with the soulless soldiers you dance with the burning bullets - this is where you belong they told you addiction was mind over matter - you laugh

// s.z (via sprsoldier)

#(❛ ✖ : THE BATTLEFIELD IS HIS HOME; HIS NUCLEAR GRAVE.)#((okay.))#(❛ ✖ : NOT FOR HONOR BUT FOR QUEUE.)

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you lost yourself on a cold winter night. your knees told stories of forgotten battles, countless streams of get up get up get up don’t give in don’t let them win do not fall just keep going no matter what - stories of hopeless dreams and shattered expectations your jagged nails scraped your face raw like the daggers that were edged into your chest but you were iron. iron was never supposed to feel pain your mind was a battlefield, your thoughts gunshots fired from friendly positions was this what you had been fighting for? you were an organism at war with itself. defeated. doomed. once upon a time, you longed to be a hero oh but love, how heroes fall.

// s.z (via sprsoldier)

#(❛ ✖ : THE BATTLEFIELD IS HIS HOME; HIS NUCLEAR GRAVE.)#(❛ ✖ : NOT FOR HONOR BUT FOR QUEUE.)

bombcollar

other people: i can’t RP villains :(( being mean is so hard omg :(

me:

#(❛ ✖ : MUNDANE.)#((oh my fuckign god))#((everything went downhill the second I touched Sal))#((nothing is the same))#((where are my antihero muses when I need them ldksfjf))#((shakes BB))

sprsoldier-archive

you were born to fight a lost war, boy give me your hands. put them over your heart and feel the blood rushing through your veins. the weight of the world is sitting on your shoulders. you are struggling to keep your bones from splintering, your heart from failing and i’m standing here, screaming at you to remember atlas - i wish i could take your pain, i wish i could do this for you. i would, trust me. over and over again, i would. your mind is as broken as the battlefields they sent you on to protect your country. was it really freedom you were fighting for? maybe it was all for nothing maybe there was never anything to be won you were born to fight a lost war, boy - how come you won’t accept defeat?

your body is a canvas of burning bullets // s.z (via sprsoldier)

#(❛ ✖ : THE BATTLEFIELD IS HIS HOME; HIS NUCLEAR GRAVE.)#((all I see is The Boss shaking her head like where tf did she go wrong))

manolizer

Visit Original Link

#(❛ ✖ : HERE'S TO YOU.)#((there it is))

rotvibraniumxarchive-blog

Your resting state is war. It’s your nature.

Veil - Into the Badlands AMC (via heavyburden)

#(❛ ✖ : THE BATTLEFIELD IS HIS HOME; HIS NUCLEAR GRAVE.)

emmybanana

cool MBTI squads

officialentp :

the “we do bad things but somehow never get held accountable for our actions nor do we ever get hurt but fuck do we have a good time” squad: ENTP, ESTP, ESFP

the “beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure” squad: INFJ, ENFP, INFP, INTP, ISFP

the “fuck you Helen i never want to see you at this PTA meeting or any of my kids soccer games ever again and your brownies taste like shit anyway” squad: ESTJ, ENFJ, ISTJ

the “if i find one paper misplaced on my desk someone will die” squad: INTJ, ENTJ

the “why do i have to choose just one option when i play Fuck Marry Kill why not all three” squad: ESFP, ESTP, ENFP, ISFP

the “thinks Journey is the best band to ever grace the stage” squad: ISTJ, ESFJ, ENFJ, ESFP

the “wakes up in the morning wondering who to fight today” squad: ESTP, ENTP, INTJ, ENTJ

the “ Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears” squad: INFP, ESFJ, ISTP

the “*pushes up glasses* *breathes in inhaler* *adjusts bowtie* umm actually” squad: INTP, ENTJ

the “the book was so much better than the movie” squad: ISFJ, INTJ, INFP, ISFP

the “assfuck pretentious cunt dick fuckshitpissbitch jerk” squad: ENTP, ESTP, INTJ, ISTJ

the “most likely to be found guilty of murder” squad: ENFP, ESTP, ISTP

the “most likely to get away with murder” squad: ENTP, ENTJ, INTJ

the “has no friends other than this one squad” squad: INTP, ISFJ, INTJ, ENTJ

the “would genuinely enjoy dubstep remixes of yodeling” squad: ENTP, ESFJ, ESFP, INFP

the “greaser bully from an 80s coming of age movie that takes place in the 50s who carries a knife and chases the 12 year old into the forest” squad: ESTP, ISTP,

the “tumblr sjw who tells people to ‘educate themselves’” squad: ENFJ, ESFJ, ISFJ, ISFP

the “displays qualities strikingly similar to a French pre-revolution Monarch” squad: ENTP, ISTJ, INTJ, ESFP, ENFJ

#long post //#wakes up in the morning wondering who to fight today #((S HIT))#most likely to get away with murder #((DOUB LE SH IT))#assfuck pretentious cunt dick fuckshitpissbitch jerk #((im--))#displays qualities strikingly similar to a French pre-revolution Monarch #((bye))#(❛ ✖ : WE'LL BE REVOLUTIONARIES; CRIMINALS; TERRORISTS.)

reaches out and crushes ur lips together.

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

#andsiing #(❛ ✖ : BRIEFING.)#((rip my throat))#((totally worth it))

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#(❛ ✖ : THE EARTH WAS BLUE BUT THERE WAS NO GOD.)#(❛ ✖ : OUR ENEMIES ARE ALWAYS RELATIVE.)#(❛ ✖ : YOU'RE PRETTY GOOD.)#(❛ ✖ : PHANTOM OF A FORMER SELF.)#( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“Did you actually think if you locked me away, I would just cease to exist? Out of sight, out of mind? You did, didn’t you? Well, you were never out of my mind.”

The Evil Within quotes

ARE YOU FINISHED WHINING? Miserable dogs at their best, fueled to the brim with grievances and woe for a lot home, ORPHANED once more; it is a harrowing existence, but where he failed with MSF he will begin anew, phoenix-risen, in Outer Heaven (a utopia far from greedy hands, a nowhere they will create from the GROUND UP). That was the intent and PERDITION came fuming from fractal earth—pus and blood rained over fire that horrific night, muzzle flashes blinding as stars going supernova, and the groan of metal pillars as Mother Base arched her back and fell into the ocean—with a vengeance against these few rebellious souls for wanting just a little more than a dog’s death. (they asked for too much despite having so LITTLE)

❝I never planned to leave you; it just ended up being that way. If I had a choice I would’ve asked for you to be my second-in-command all over again, but we’ve all got our roles to play and yours is to act as Diamond Dog’s XO.❞

IT WASN’T HIS FAULT, the honest truth BLASPHEMED against the covenant. Spit on the altar (shame does not exist on the battlefield / do or die) He speaks as though he understands the grief ENDURED for his sake, sacrifices made FOR HIS SURVIVAL. Fate never knew to be kind to their ilk, let alone permit an acre of understanding between war-hounds. Yet he presses onward, silver-tongue FORKED at the Devil’s crossroads with promise of utopia, that nowhere the two of them will create from the GROUND UP.

❝When all of this this is over you’re welcome to join me. The choice is up to you.❞

#shouigunjin #(❛ ✖ : BRIEFING.)#[BB voice] thanks for giving an arm and a leg for me #literally #fingerguns ;D

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I am: Alone, absolute, abomination. I am: Breath-taking, baleful, bitter. I am: Crystallized, crimson, cremated. I am: Darling, damned, dead.

I am. I was. I will be. (CNS)

#(❛ ✖ : THE BATTLEFIELD IS HIS HOME; HIS NUCLEAR GRAVE.)#(❛ ✖ : HERE IS A MAN WHO WILL BECOME THE VILLAIN.)

“But their consequence is of little value. In regards to your mission, your partner is expendable.”

The Evil Within quotes

❝We’re soldiers. It’s our job to be expendable. No point in being one if you’re not ready to die.❞

THEY MAY ERECT MONUMENTS in honor of those who have fallen, carry empty sarcophagi for the ashes of those left to linger the battlefield, but soldiers are just that: tools of war for blackened secrets, agendas rooted deep in the nuclear DNA of humanity (WAR CHANGES WITH THE TIMES / world quickly learns to forget). Expenditures are calculated through statistics, dollar bills lined for war on energy and conquest; circumstances will always make themselves different for Big Boss, however, as symbol and legacy of a woman who strayed too far from Earth’s motherly roots, risen in a bout of rage never so vehemently yearning for the ANNIHILATION of everything in his path. Charcoal ribs like crumbling leaves of yesteryear’s fall, where there’s violence the one-eyed man is sure to follow. A nod. No need to repeat pointless semantics.

❝I’m leaving it to you to take care of him.❞

#predateel #(❛ ✖ : BRIEFING.)#(❛ ℣ : SINS OF THE FATHER.)#((vague chatting about Venom?? idk jsdkslfkdf))

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I am nothing but a desire, anger, vagueness, as impalpable as energy.

Clarice Lispector, from Near To The Wild Heart (via masochisticsadist)

#(❛ ✖ : THE BATTLEFIELD IS HIS HOME; HIS NUCLEAR GRAVE.)

#aggressively strums ukulele #bring it on ya lil shits #(❛ ✖ : COMMENTARY.)

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