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[shukuchi-stew]

WHO HAS THE PDF OF THE OFFICIAL NOVELIZATIONS OF KINGSMAN?

Pls im on my knees shitting and crying and throwing up ಥ_ಥ

[elladastinkardiamou]

Villa Mandra in Mykonos island by K-Studio

Sitting on the ridge of the hill of Aleomandra in Mykonos yet almost entirely hidden from view, Villa Mandra looks straight out to sea and the sunset over the neighbouring island of Delos.

A 6-bedroom holiday house built for a young, dynamic couple to enjoy with their family and friends, it celebrates its spectacular view from a grounded viewpoint blended into a sensitively landscaped, stone-walled garden that screens it from the road behind.

The house is built upon the idea of slow, laid-back summer living, and encourages mindful connection with family, friends and the freedom to exist peacefully in nature. Form follows emotion rather than function, as every space becomes another opportunity for rest, reflection and exploration.

To create a house that would allow guests to enjoy being outside throughout the day we needed to filter the overwhelming intensity of the climate by providing shade and protection from the elements. And although the house needed to accommodate a large number of guests we didn’t want to dominate the landscape with oversized volumes. Inspired by the humble complexity of the traditional island vernacular we reduced the architecture to 2 small traditionally whitewashed volumes and a third of stone dug from the site, built around a large ‘courtyard’ living area which is covered by an expansive but lightweight chestnut pergola. This courtyard becomes the focal point of the house, seamlessly connected to the living room and kitchen volumes and looking over the pool and gardens beyond. Beneath the pool garden are the private bedrooms, separated for privacy and quietly enjoying the uninterrupted view over the lower garden to the sea. Their separation further reduces the overall impact of the house and cleanly divides social and private space.

[elladastinkardiamou]

Gov’t hazing to businesses: They’ll have to make public they received lockdown aid

The Greek government hazes self-employed, freelancers and sole proprietors receiving state aid for suspending business operation due to coronavirus. They will be obliged to post in front of their business or upload on their website a notice that they have received the state aid!

This was decided with a Joint Ministerial Decision approving the aid of 300 to 534 euros.

According to left.gr, beneficiaries will also have to add a short description of the financial support they have received.

The Decision was signed by the ministries of Finance, Development and Labor.

The application for the granting of compensation is to be submitted electronically until June 25, 2020, on the electronic platform of AADE “myBusinessSupport.

Here the whole JMD in Greek.

PS Before the troubled entrepreneurs take down their pants in front of the public for a few ridiculous hundred euros, the Government should disclosed the exact share each one of media, existing and non-existing websites received from the luxurious pie of  whole 20 million euros to put banners of the “anti-coronavirus campaign.“

[tamquamm]

𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙊𝙉 𝙀𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙏𝙊𝙉 𝙭 𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙀𝘽𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙎  ↳ rocketman (2019) x kingsman: the golden circle (2017)

[hotshotsxyz]

“Harry,” Eggsy chokes out, voice barely above a whisper. His face is bathed in the harsh red light of the hotel alarm clock. He stares at the numbers, watching their slow trek towards dawn.

“Eggsy.” Harry’s voice is sleep rough and confused, and Eggsy briefly feels bad for waking him. “What’s wrong?”

He appreciates that Harry doesn’t ask if he’s okay, doesn’t beat around the bush pretending like anyone who calls past 3 in the morning might just be up for a casual chat. For a moment, he doesn’t speak. But then-

“I made a mistake, Harry.”

“What’s happened?” Eggsy hears shuffling in the background as Harry fumbles for something. “You’re still in Santorini? I can be there in 3 hours.”

“You don’t...” Eggsy sighs and scrubs a hand across his face. “You don’t have to come here, Haz. I just... I need you to talk some sense into me.”

“Ah,” Harry replies shortly.

“I’m sorry,” Eggsy says suddenly. “I shouldn’t have called. Go back to sleep.” He means to hang up, he really does. Somehow, though, he stays perfectly still, phone pressed so hard against his ear that he can hear Harry’s soft breathing on the other end of the line.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Eggsy,” Harry says, sounding almost resigned.

“I shouldn’t have married her,” Eggsy whispers, hating himself more intensely with each word.

“You don’t mean that,” Harry says, quiet and sober.

“I don’t wanna mean it,” Eggsy replies. He pauses for a beat. “I do, though.”

The statement echoes the vows he made just hours earlier with such beautiful irony.

“Then why did you?” Harry asks. It’s not judgmental, or even particularly curious. It’s just... flat. Eggsy tries not to read anything into that.

“I got caught up in the happily ever after,” he answers honestly. “It’s what you do, ain’t it? Save the world, get the girl.” Eggsy’s lips twist sadly.

“I never did,” Harry says carefully.

“And I’m starting to think you had the right of it.”

“Eggsy,” Harry sighs, and he sounds more tired than Eggsy’s ever heard him. “Do you love her?”

“Yeah,” he replies hoarsely. “But it ain’t enough.”

“Would it ever be?”

“Not with her,” Eggsy answers. “She... I needed her, Harry, because-“ he cuts himself off, unwilling to finish the thought.

Harry says nothing, only waits for Eggsy to continue. The silence stretches on for several minutes until finally, so quiet that anyone listening less intently than Harry would’ve missed it, Eggsy speaks.

“Because I didn’t have you.”

“Eggsy,” Harry says, voice full of pain and regret.

It’s like a dam breaking.

“You was dead, and no one understood. She was the only thing that kept me afloat for so fucking long, because everywhere she wasn’t I saw you. And then you was back, and I was so fucking happy, and I had both of you, but she- I love her, Harry but... not like I love you. I don’t think I could ever love someone the way I love you.”

Harry is silent, for several beats too long, and Eggsy speaks again.

“You don’t have to feel the same way, Haz, I know you don’t. But I can’t do this to her. I shouldn’t’a let it go this far, and I can’t let it go farther. She deserves a lot better than me.”

“Eggsy,” Harry starts, but is interrupted before he can finish.

“I’m sorry, Harry. Go back to sleep.” Before he can think twice about it, Eggsy hangs up the phone pulls the battery out.

Fuck, he doesn’t know what he’d been thinking. He shouldn’t have told Harry any of that. Shouldn’t have called at 3 in the fucking morning.

He’d meant it, though. He’s going to lose Tilde no matter what. He only hopes this doesn’t mean he’ll lose Harry, too. He isn’t sure he’d survive that a second time.

Eggsy looks over at Tilde, miraculously still asleep. Her hair is swept gracefully across the pillow, and her brow is un-creased. She’s beautiful, Eggsy thinks, not for the first time. She deserves better. It’s not the first time he’s had that thought, either.

Suddenly, he can’t wait another moment. Eggsy presses his hand against her jaw and sweeps a gentle thumb along her cheek bone. He whispers her name, and watches as her eyes flutter open in response.

“Eggsy? Is everything okay?” Her accent is heavier than usual, weighted with sleep.

“No,” he says softly, sadly.

Her lips twist in confusion and her brow furrows.

“I’m sorry,” Eggsy says quietly. “I can’t do this.”

It’s 4:30 by the time they’re done. He’s given his ring back to her, a royal heirloom, and re-packed the few things he’d pulled out. He doesn’t bother getting another room; he doubts he could sleep anyway. Instead, he leaves his bag with the front desk and wanders down to the beach.

He means to walk, but instead finds himself sitting on the still-warm sand. He kicks his shoes off, draws his knees in close to his chest and buries his toes.

Eggsy stares at the dark waves crashing rhythmically against the beach for what feels like forever. He tries not the think. Eventually, the stars begin to give way to dawn, a cool glow growing slowly on the horizon.

Vaguely, he becomes aware of someone walking towards him. He wonders if he oughtn’t be more concerned, but he doesn’t feel threatened. Whoever it is, they aren’t trying to hide their presence. He doesn’t bother tearing his gaze from the sea.

The person settles in the sand beside him, close enough to touch, but not doing so. That’s enough to get him to look, but he does so slowly, sweeping his eyes across the sky before finally landing on the man beside him.

Harry.

His single eye meets Eggsys’ intently. “Did you mean it?” He asks, so quietly that Eggsy’s almost convinced it was a trick of the wind.

“Yes,” he breathes, leaning forward ever so slightly, not daring to hope for anything more than what’s in front of him right now.

“My dear boy,” Harry says. He rests a shaking hand against Eggsy’s neck and rubs his thumb through the stubble on his jawline. “My beautiful, miraculous Eggsy.” Harry leans forward until his lips are just a hair’s breadth away from Eggsy’s. “How could you ever think I wouldn’t feel the same for you?”

Brown eye meets blue for only a moment longer before fluttering shut, giving way to a gentle press of lips.

“Harry,” Eggsy breathes against his lips, spoken like a benediction. His fingers bury themselves in the older man’s hair as he dives deeper into the kiss.

For several minutes, Eggsy allows himself to be lost in the warmth of Harry’s hand on his neck and tongue in his mouth.

Eventually, forced by the need for oxygen, Eggsy breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against Harry’s.

Around them, the world has exploded into brilliant hues of pink and gold. The only color Eggsy cares about, however, is warm whisky brown, shimmering in the early morning light.

“Do you mean it?” Eggsy asks, echoing Harry’s earlier question.

“More than you could possibly know,” Harry replies.

Eggsy tugs playfully at the curls that have begun to form in the humid island air. “Coulda said something before I went and married a princess,” he says, smiling softly.

“Eggsy,” Harry says seriously, drawing back ever so slightly, “Your happiness... I find that it’s all that matters to me anymore. How could I ever deny you an ounce of it?”

“You make me happy,” Eggsy says, without a hint of irony.

“Come home, Eggsy. We’ll sort this together.”

“Yes, Harry.”

[valkerymillenia]

Does anyone remember the scene in Kingsman:TGC where the president just wants to let everyone die instead of giving in to Poppy's demands because "it ends the war on drugs"?

Yeah, that's basically Tumblr staff's mindset right now with the nsfw ban.

And we all know how well that went.

[elliemillah]

100% true

[agenttequila]

Tequila and his flask