There, now he feels right to me :^)
Yeah yeah I had to edit it to fit the existing design on this blog---
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There, now he feels right to me :^)
Yeah yeah I had to edit it to fit the existing design on this blog---
..Don't you remember barney, loverboy?
I’m in VR...?? I thought I was an AI?
@deathblssms
A soft puff of air escaped his lungs, the faux annoyance written in evidence along an easy pull at the corners of his lips. Playful muddy brown hues narrowed up at the intense, bright blues looking back at him, a line of sweat increasingly making its way down the blonde’s forehead.
They only trained together when they were pissed at each other. It was a positive way to blow off steam – literally. The past week had been filled with fits of annoyance and frustration from both parties, but their opposing ideals often had that effect. Jack wanted a mission to be seen through one way, and Gabe had methods for getting it completed differently. The deliberate misinterpretations always went down the path of heated disputes and irrational arguments, typically landing them in the training area at the end of the week if tensions were still high.
That happened to be the case, since Jack wasn’t willing to let anything go.
The mission was a success, but the commander still wanted to get an earful in, grumbling and tossing passive but more so aggressive remarks toward Gabe in their debrief. For once, Gabe was contemplating on apologizing due to things almost going wrong, but the more Jack talked and bothered him, his irritation practically grew by the second.
“Feeling’s mutual.” Reyes responded, voice slightly winded from having been pinned down by the other. “But, I took it easy on you. Let you get all of the anger out now so that you wouldn’t be mad at me for another week, had I pinned you first.” Lips tugged up to further his grin, eyes squinting behind the power of the stretch. To be fair, he had just returned from a mission, so yes – he was exhausted. Did he really take it easy? No, he was beaten fair and square, but his pride always clouded his excuses and losses.
it feels GOOD to get his muscles moving--- designed for WAR , the prospect of being seated behind a desk all day WEARS him DOWN--- the chance to spar with gabriel provides enough DANGER & DEMANDS enough mentally + physically to see him satiated for the time being--- that , & his aggravation has been seen to RISE at all the FRUSTRATION building TENSION between them the past few days ; it’s been ONE ARGUMENT AFTER ANOTHER , & presence shared only ever threatened MORE--- jack respects gabriel to NO END , but isn’t met with the same , & for it there’s a lack of TRUST---as much as jack would internally INSIST that GABRIEL deserves the fancy title , fancy jacket , it’s HE who was chosen for STRIKE COMMANDER , & he’ll do all he’s capable of in order to meet & EXCEED the expectations laid upon him------ but that’s DIFFICULT when his companion’s don’t COOPERATE , hence continuous BLOW-UPS at each other .
---in the face of gabe’s grin , jack SCOWLS .
“ can’t take defeat without being an ASS about it , huh ?”
at where he’s got gabriel beneath him , jack exerts a little strength in order to give another minor PUSH against the ground---& following , he rises to his feet , swiping aside the sweat that collected along his brow ; once upon a time he’d have offered a hand to help the other up , but it’s here that he leaves reyes on the GROUND . there’s a SCOFF , & a shake of his head .
“ you know , it’s HUMBLING to accept your LOSS every once in a while. ”
---or simply COMPROMISE , he doesn’t say , swallowing the words ; though their spar had been mostly born of communicative irritations , jack would prefer to let the combat JUST BE THAT ; would like to keep the issues belonging to the STRIKE COMMANDER off the MAT , at where he can just fall into the combative expertise of SOLDIER: 76---
“ maybe you should TRY IT sometime. ”
@primordyalsoul asked:
you cannot live your life to please others. the choice must be yours.
"you don't think i didn't chose this?" the death of his dad was something that miles thought he'd never get over. time heals all wounds was bullshit and he cursed anyone who said it. time might bring one to ease he pain, but all it takes is one reminder of what happened and all the emotions would come flooding back like it was the same day.
"i live the way i want to," and that way so happened to be getting revenge on the people who wronged him and his family.
Baby,
I’m not even here.
I’m a hallucination.
@emperored asked:
*waves casually*
“what are YOU doing here?” zim was already on edge with red just standing there. teeth bared as he watched the taller, worried as to why he was being so nonchalant.
What are you?
you are carved away
you have given too much, taken too little. your heart hurts, aching for something your blood burns to refuse. do not give into your blood. your heart needs what it asks for. try looking in the mirror, and trace the patterns of yourself you like the most. if you cant do that, look at the sunset, or the sunrise if youd prefer.