#marching man

[forthepleasureofmylife]

Marching Man

Photo: Dieter Krehbiel

[jessiesketches]

i saw the trailer for the nutcracker and this year’s brown haired protagonist is looking pretty snazzy so i did a couple of doodles

[ofromance-blog]

marching-man a réagi à votre billet : [ �� • sms ] —— are you going to fall asleep on me?

[ Text to: Francis ] u look extremely tired. I’m fairly certain u almost closed ur eyes there just now

[text] Well I have to blink sometime you know

[text] Are you watching me?

[damnprussia]

@marching-man

Reaches up on his tippie-toes to give him a kiss on the forehead.

“You did a good job today.”

[rossiyskaya-imperiya-blog]

psst for the drawing meme. first set of choices. C5. love u fiddles <3

that’s what happens when you leave gilbert alone with the dogs for a few hours, lud

[abovetheyoungrhine]

@marching-man

Manacles overwhelmed her wrists, but she managed to retain her dignity, with her back straight and her expression composed just so, giving an impression of coolness which inside she lacked. While she’d known since she was a child that her position might cause her to be a victim of kidnapping for ransom, she’d certainly never expected it to come from her distant cousin’s kingdom. The Clubs, perhaps, or maybe the Spades, they were far more devious. But the Hearts? The rumor was that their country ran on love and not much else (though her king would like to say that the Diamonds held that role). She’d always considered the Hearts and Diamonds to be rather close, and had thought that their shared family bond would keep war from truly breaking out.

It would seem she was mistaken.

“I would like to see Ludwig,” she said, keeping her tone as neutral as possible. “I assume he, and no other, put out the order for my capture?”

Delicately, she tilted her head to the side, observing her captors.

“A queen does not like to be kept waiting,” she said.

The captors yanked her forward by the chain holding her wrists, and she jerked forward out of her calm demeanor. She refused to give them the dignity of a scowl, however. She would maintain her limited facade of power for as long as she could.

“That’s no way to treat a lady,” she told them.

[seekesotsibteadmist]

@marching-man

Early morning in Berlin.

Moving for work had always been something of an interesting situation. But it’s not one Saamuel hadn’t faced before for internships or something during their schooling. But now, they were living in what was truly a big city and that was something to get truly lost in. The busy days of working and spending time at music shows was more than enough to keep them on the move. Perhaps, it was starting to feel a little bit like home.

It was one of those morning days that they found themselves sitting outside. Drinking coffee and eating a little bit of breakfast before starting off for the day. Would they end up at work? Inevitably. But one of the best things about being up in the morning hadn’t happened yet. A special appearance, so to speak.

 And so the Estonian would be more than willing to wait - idly runnin their hands through the longer side of their hair as they sat. 

[liachtaschta]

marching-man replied to your post “˜‚”

Really, it's fine. You're clothes are much thinner than mine. You'll benefit from it more than me, and besides, I don't get cold easily. You can wear it.

Oh -- well...thank you for your kind gesture then. Perhaps...we could duck into a cafe and I could get you something warm to drink if you’d like -- I should think it is the least I can do.