#07.

[venpyr]

"don't mass reblog/like :/" coward. fool. somebody just went through and liked and reblogged 64 things from my blog in the span of half an hour at most. and i've never felt more alive in my life

[aliyevajl]

[mple-selhnhh]

Στο πιο ψηλό σημείο του ορίζοντα εσύ ήσουνα η θέα για όλη την Αθήνα κι όχι αντίστροφα.

07. - Σκιάχτρο

[multiplayr]

THERE’S A SHARP CLICK-FLASH of light projected from a panasonic telescope-lense camera. It’s blinding-white, illuminates the dry, dusty air like a shock of lightning in the dark. Jack blinks, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his gloves. There’s dirt stuck to the lines of his face, in his hair, a layer of ochre that cuts his features into something hard and severe. 

Sorry, Commander,  a photographer peers over the retractable scope, culpable. It used to be drones, remote-controlled and fitted with megapixel digital cameras that fed visual data to war correspondents a hundred miles away from the battlefield;   and then the omnic crisis happened, and people stopped trusting virtual-intelligent autonomous machines. Jack looks at the young man, and his eyes are weary and arctic-blue, seems bluer against the dirt on his skin.  “You came all this way to do your job, son, same as me,”  Jack grins, shoulders squaring, as if he had not just survived a fifteen-hour firefight only two hours ago,  “Get my good side, will you?”

The photographer seems starstruck, for a moment; flushes red, and eagerly fumbles with his camera, asking: can I get one with you and the angel?

Jack knows who he is referring to. Pauses, and then turns to look at the makeshift canopy crowded with survivors. Victims. Angela’s bright hair and smooth face stands out like a beacon amidst the bloody bandages and bodies lying prone over cots.  Something inside Jack’s chest curdles, bitter. Publicity is a part of his job, but it isn’t a pleasant part. 

“Lieutenant Ziegler-----   Angela. Can I have a moment?”   /  @valhela.

[venpyr]

i'm late to the party but what do you guys think this says about me?

[venpyr]

i've won at life because i went from being in a relationship where i had to beg and plead to even be paid attention to and was often belittled for being "too much." to now having a partner who warns me that i won't want to wear heels all night, supports me when i still don't listen, and then only ever sighs in fond exasperation and makes me trade him shoes once my feet start really hurting.

the kicker? they have larger feet than i do but didn't complain even once and actually made me laugh about it once i started feeling bad

[venpyr]

ladies, there has been a containment breach.