#kg.

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needed  to  flesh  out  gaz’s  identity  a  little  more  so  here’s  a  detailed  visual  of  what’s  in  his  pockets,  bag,  and  what’s  on  his  keychain.!

1. an iphone 13 pro max. the stickers on its back were given to him by farah — the two of them having a system where they mail each other letters between missions. (kyle is more of a caller than a texter. has a tendency to not reply for long, long periods of time— if it’s important, call.) / 2. a pack of pall mall menthol cigarettes. it’s the only kind that don’t give him headaches. / 3. kyle’s id. he’s lost it twice now and according to the bureau, "if you lose it again, you’ll have to start sleeping outside." / 4. receipts. he has a tendency to forget them in his pockets, which leads to a rather impressive pile of crumpled receipts on his desk at the end of every month. / 5. a bracelet consisting of a variety of beads. a good-luck charm from his mother.

1. a heritage waxed canvas messenger bag. before his deployment he had a bunch of pins attached to it… most of them have been give away to various members on base. / 2. two boconi bifold wallets. one for his international currency and one for his euro. he gets them mixed up A Lot. (the guy that always goes "keep the change! :)" because quite frankly he Refuses to carry a pouch around.) / 3. burner phones. he never really has need of using them but keeps them charged, chipped, and ready. just in case. / 4. a lochby pocket journal. most of its contents vary between serious strategy plans, forgotten grocery lists, sketches, and tic-tac-toe games between him and the other specgru members. the betting pools put in place by these games have lost him so, so much money. / 5. postcards from all the places he’s been stationed in. he buys two, one to send back home, one to keep for himself. / 6. a copy of john gierach’s sex, death, and fly-fishing. kyle’s got no real interest in fishing but it’s a fun read during downtimes. (he’s ashamed to say he uses a photo-strip of him, price, and farah as a bookmark...) / 7. a miscellaneous pile of pencils and pens. he keeps them all bundled together with a hair-tie he stole from his sister.

( id. 1. a piece of ribbon that’s been tied off as a bow. given to him by his niece just before his deployment to urzikstan. / 2. a hot-dog man lego keychain. alex believed it to be "very Him" and gave it to him as a gift. he LOVES it. though it’s paint is beginning to chip off.. / 3. a scotland lanyard. johnny thinks he’s soooooo funny for putting it on his chain, but, jokes on him. it’s very useful! / 4. a domo-kun keychain. gotten from a capsule machine in bristol. / 5. house keys. one for his room on base, one for his flat in london. )

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769: Kg. Honourific

[PT: 769: Kg. Honourific /end PT]

DEFINITION ⦂⠀Someone who uses the honourific "Kg." (in reference to being a King.)

ADDITIONAL ⦂⠀Coined on the 31st of January, 2026. Honourific template (Tumblr link).

TAGGING ⦂⠀@c1rcus-of-silliness @dearestchild @flagtism @radiomogai

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ARININ TERİ

Şanslı bir bal arısının yaşamı 6 bilemediniz 7 hafta kadardır ki bu kovana bir eşek arısı saldırısı olmazsa yaşayacağı süredir.

6 haftalık ömrü boyunca bir işçi arı sadece bir çay kaşığı kadar bal üretir. Bir arının tüm ömrü boyunca çalışıp didinip ürettiği balı biz belki de kahvaltı da ıhlamurumuza koyarız ve oradaki emeği aklımızın ucuna bile getirmeyiz.

Bir kilo bal yapmak için arı kolonisi 14 milyon çiçeğe konar. Bir kilo bal için 3 kilo nektar toplanması gerekir.

Sonra da insanoğlu çıkıp boşu boşuna yaşadığından dem vurur durur. İnsan yeryüzünde olmasa dahi doğa varoluşunu devam ettirebilir.

Oysa bütün bir ömrü boyunca bir çay kaşığı bal üreten bir minik canlı olmasa insan dünya üzerinde en fazla 4 yıl kalabilir...

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five    songs    that    inspire    you    to    write    your    muse    .    *    for    kyle    "gaz"    garrick. (tagged    by    @blclva    .!    thank    you!!)

if  i  lead,  kiltro.  a  night  where  your  rest  don't  come.  /  your  hands  grown  numb,  /  your  mind  is  collected  tethers  /  tell  her  exactly  where  you've  gone,  /  tired  as  hell  /  and  bored  to  death,  /  the  shakes  as  you  stumble  in  /  if  you'd  like  you  could  leave  'em,  /  if  you'd  like  you  could  leave  'em.  /  show  me  the  ways  that  you  talk,  /  and  all  of  the  places  you  walk  /  if  i  lead,  would  you  follow?

crystalline,  morning  teleportation.  need  to  deep-dive  this  one  because  it's  both  musically  him  and  also  lyrically  him  (insert  that  one  photo  of  always  sunny  charlie  in  front  of  that  conspiracy  board)  ...  when  i  think  of  what  kyle's  "theme"  would  be  i  think  of  this  song.  the  chords  start  off  by  moving  between  a  d-minor  to  an  a-sharp,  a  foreground  of  dread,  suspense,  anticipation.  it  almost  makes  the  song  sound  dystopian  -  like  it's  a  room  just  jam  packed  with  tension.  it  gives  off  mw1-vibes,  when  kyle’s  first  introduced.  he’s  forced  to  put  aside  what  he  feels  in  order  to  do  what’s  “technically”  correct.  he  has  to  go  against  himself.  but  then!  a  beautiful  pass  between  a  higher  f-sharp  and  b!  i  think  that’s  kyle’s  drive.  the  fight  he  keeps  deeply  rooted  inside  himself  even  despite  the  trials  he  has  to  undergo.  that,  even  despite  the  system  he’s  being  trained  under,  he  still  stays  loyal  to  who  he  is.  "happiness  is  the  trigger  you  pulled  to  kill  your  ego  /  laughter  is  capable  of  peace  and  hope"  ugghhhhh.!  i  don’t  know.  this  song…!  it’s  sooooo  him..!

i  believe  in  immediacy,  black  bear.  i  believe  in  immediacy,  /  i  believe  that  immediately  /  no  need  to  mediate  me  /  impede  expediency  /  everyone  makes  history  ,  /  look  back  on  it  wistfully  /  fuck  all  that  misery  /  gotta  maintain  my  mystery  […]

muscle'n  flo,  menomena.  oh,  in  the  morning  /  i  stumble  my  way  towards  the  mirror  /  and  my  makeup,  it’s  light  out,  and  i  now  /  face  just  what  i’m  made  of  .  /  there’s  so  much  more  left  to  do  /  but  i’m  not  young,  but  i’m  not  through  ..  /  […]  —  make  your  mark,  make  it  last.

pups  to  dust,  modest  mouse.  couldn’t  see  clearly,  but  i  had  a  sense  of  what  right  and  wrong  was  /  honest  to  god,  i  was  honest  as  hell  /  i  don’t  lie  very  often,  but  i  lie  very  well  .  /  give  it  away  /  take  what  you  need  /  love  does  not  cost  money,  but  it  ain’t  free  .

tagging    @piperafterdark, @coinicear (kelsey),    @muutos (courier),    @cynicalmastermind,    @asbelows,    @mirrorism,    and    anyone    else    who    wishes    to    do    this!

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[ PICK ] sender telling receiver to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair ( to gaz, from kelsey )

a list of casual yet intimate interactions. / accepting.

straight  rubbish,  today.  something  about  the  stars  in  the  sky  not  aligning  or  the  loss  of  the  everton's  against  liverpool  or  what  have  you,  he  feels  as  if  the  floors  about  to  open  up  and  send  him  careening  into  a  wasteland  of  what  he  can  only  assume  hell  is  -  another  two  hours  of  terrible  practice  shots,  rain  pouring  during  his  run,  a  malfunctioning  coffee  machine,  and  a  mountain  of  paperwork  he  could  only  stare  at  in  utter  disbelief  for  around  five  minutes  before  finally  moving  to  go  get  some  coffee,  which-  yeah.  all  in  all,  whatever  he  did  between  the  hours  of  returning  to  base  to  now  have  warranted  a  special  kind  of  torture  he  feels  he  isn't  deserving  of,  thank  you  very  much.

but  -  silver-linings.  (being  that  he  has  people  in  his  life  who  will  begrudgingly  listen  to  him  complain.) -so...

"-then  the  bloody  lock  to  my  room  decides,  oh,  hey,  you're  lookin'  a  little  to  secure  in  the  confides  of  your  personal  space!  why  don't  i  just,  i  dunno',  completely  break.  on.  you."  not  a  single  breath  is  taken  between  each  word,  expression  merely  contorting  to  fit  his  frustration.  arms  crossed,  hand  gesticulating  when  need  be.  (which  is,  apparently,  always.)  "and  when  i  go  to  get  the  rotten thing  fixed?  the  part  i  need  isn't  in  stock.  christ."

he  doesn't  even  think  twice  when  she  motions  him  closer.  only  leaning  his  head  down,  shoulders  sagging  a  smidgen  -  deflated.  a  shell  of  a  man.

"think  this  may  be  the  end  of  me,  kel.  prepare  my  funeral.  i  want  a  nice  bourbon  coffin  and  a  quiet  reception.  bless."

[cancerian-woman]

omg what's the tea w/ Kat Grahams friend 👀

Not really tea he gives me leech vibes lol. like most of her friends/family do but that’s all I’m going to say…here