#latachete

[humanityshope]

pulls her in for a hug.

All attention on the comic book in her hands, eyes wide with excitement, smile sweet and innocent. She was a child at heart sometimes, finding an escape in stories with cool heroes and and battles, winning against the bad guys and going home happily. It didn’t always seem to be the case in real life after all. She lets a gasp escape, not even hiding her surprise when the redhead pulls her in for a hug and her smile only deepens, eyes now closed. speaking of superheroes, she thought as she wrapped her own arms around Circe. Home. Safety. That’s what it felt like to be in her arms. Like nothing and no one could hurt her and in a way, it was true. She’d usually try to act nonchalant, as if the hug meant nothing and she didn’t care. But not this time. This time she stays in there, not saying anything while being held. Her smile says it all, she feels safe and she feels home. Something Circe had managed to do that no one else had before. There’s a quiet thank you mumbled under her breath that she doubts Circe can hear, but there’s a moment of peace, one Ellie can only hope will last longer than a five minute hug.

[c4isnttaffy-blog]

Back To Basics

Finn had what Captain Redfield called ‘the protective instinct’, a drive to leap forth and shield innocent lives. 

It was admirable, it was heroic, but, according to Chris - it was rarely patient. And, on the other hand, Agent Valentine had said that it was even more rarely wise.

Finn had to learn the hard way that that very drive had to be tempered and respected - it needed direction just as much as it needed control.

He had the discipline, but he didn’t have the ‘bite’; the foundation that should have given him reassurance in his ability to fight. 

Despite all his training, Finn was still just a rookie in most people’s eyes.

Soft, kind, new...

How was he supposed to be taken seriously?

And so he found himself on the field behind BSAA headquarters, stretching his legs as part of his morning warm-ups.

He was slow, too slow for comfort, he knows that.

Piers was still on his case about bringing up the rear during exercises; and so the next course of action was for Finn to get up extra early at least twice a week and go run laps. Build up his core strength, prolong his stamina...

Or, so he hoped.

Finn found his place on the tarmac and got into position, rolling his shoulders and neck until he heard a quiet pop.

Just as he was about to launch himself from the starting point and take off down the loop, he heard a voice calling over to him and stilled. 

[onearmedsurvivor]

@latachete liked for a drunk starter

“I think I’m done...” Piers muttered, leaning his forearm against the bar’s counter before pressing down his weight on it, groaning. Drinking wasn’t really the same for him after what happened in China and was less of an activity he would like to indulge in. In a way, you could say, he was afraid to end up like Chris.

He shuddered at the thought and exhaled a sharp, quick breath that smelled of the whiskey he had consumed. “Still better than beer, though.” He tried to give away a smile.

[hunterheartcd-blog]

@latachete liked for a starter !!

          " what are you doing here ? " the girl had obviously gotten lost -- that was the only logical explanation to being this far into the forest and at her doorstep.

[wearesurvivxrsarchives-blog]

Does Joel blame himself for Sarah's death? If so, would he ever forgive himself?

There isn’t a day that goes by where he doesn’t think about her and what he could have done differently. If he’d move just a second sooner or if his brain had recognized the signs before it happened. All the possibilities swirl in his mind and in his dreams, but it kills him that he’ll never get another chance to fix it. To bring her back or even sacrifice himself to go in her place. 

Without a shadow of a doubt Joel would have jumped in front of that bullet for her, but then again would he really want her in this barren world fighting every single day? Hell possibly only to die later anyway? So many scenarios and options that result in different outcomes. We know that even 20 years later he still has nightmares about it and if he hasn’t gotten over that feeling by now then I fear he never will. 

As a father it was his duty to protect Sarah and he failed miserably. Logically he knows that he couldn’t have really done anything about it, but as her protector he should have done better by her. Done something rather than just have her die in his arms in pain and those tears streaming down her face. That image will be forever ingrained in his memory as vivid as when it happened. In his eyes there is no room for forgiveness and its his rightful punishment to forever live with the memory. 

[coyotefaced-a-blog]

hc + the hat

headcanon meme // accepting

the Hat.

he’s not Jesse Mc.Cree without the godforsaken hat. and he wasn’t until he got it. 

the hat itself is old. it’s made of thin leather folded over on itself, with no vents and a sweatband that must have been added later on. the brim is non traditionally wide, torn and bitten into on some edges, and there are discolorations where solutions have patched up bullet holes and tears. there are two holes that sit on the brim directly behind his right eye. one of them he put there himself. 

the hat itself came to Jesse at 18. it came to him in a hail of gunfire and blood as he escaped certain death at the hands of Deadlock’s noose or the teeth of Overwatch’s dog. it wasn’t a particularly spectacular situation, the tower of a man who cornered him wore the hat to cover up old, dead eyes. even then, the hat was old, taken from a Cuban man ten years prior. armed with only a near empty pistol, Jesse shot him. he shot that man right through the eye and dropped him before worse harm could come to him.

he stole the hat off a dead man’s head, he’d need it if he ever hit the the floor of the desert in his attempt to run. he didn’t count on playing cat and mouse with Blackwatch all over the canyon before he’d been cornered at the top of the mesa.

he’d killed a Blackwatch agent for this hat. 

Reyes made him wear it to the funeral. he hasn’t taken it off since. 

[onearmedsurvivor]

@latachete

Piers was already pretty well-known at the storage area, coming there every once in a while for his special delivery. It even came to the point where he was called there by the operative since he noticed Piers was avoiding a pick-up - knowing it’s been that time of the week.

The Lieutenant stepped into the big shipping room, looking at all the boxes and stepping to the operative. “Your stuff, I saw it around, we got the order just yesterday since the reserve was spoiled.”

Piers cleared his throat, it was his fault. He was starving himself again, and used the spoiled shipment to not bother and come. “I’m here now, aren’t I? Where is it?”

The two turned their backs to the entrance as they walked towards the box, with a very clear lettering on it and of what it containted. H U M A N   M E A T. “Now go and eat already, before get sick. There’s posting in a few days.” The operative remarked and turned to the basement’s door, leaving Piers to glare at the box and the packages alone.

As he picked up what was meant for him, he turned to leave, just to see there was someone standing at the exit - staring B A C K.

[watchkept]

@latachete​​ said : “ that shit is locked and loaded. ” DAYS GONE

        her choice of words leaves him with a grin . sometimes he wonders if circe gets a little TOO EXCITED about upcoming missions , but he won’t fault her for that . there isn’t much in this life worth finding worthwhile anymore . judging her for finding some kind of joy in an otherwise chaotic screwed up world  .  the smuggler would be lying if he hadn’t found a little of it himself these days just to be able to find the strength to keep going .  ❝  calm down , quickdraw , you’ll get yer chance ,  ❞ he said taking the shotgun from her when he passes it . its a damn good weapon for close quarters if he needs to use it , but if they can stay quiet then thats what he’d prefer .  ❝  just stick to the silent stuff unless we GOTTA use fire power   . ❞