#pinupiisms

[napsoldier]

   @pinupiisms

  “ I’m tired and I want to go to sleep but first I HAVE to ask. . . Norma, are these YOURS? “ Guess what he has in his hands. . . ( It’s on a napkin ‘cause like hell he’s touching that with his bare hands.) 

[willsurviive-blog]

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the rusting of animals through native foliage is significantly distinct from that of human footsteps. with an EMPTY rifle in hand and the knowledge of the FOREIGN planet about her, the ex-freelancer pushed herself through the thick greenery of PENTURA VI. perhaps this person would be a friendly, come to rescue her from this OVERRUN HELL OF FLORA AND FAUNA. or, perhaps, they were the opposite--as they always are--and they were here to kill her and take her freelancer tech. she expected both. her armor had grown ILL-FITTING around her with her change in body type (starvation until recently will do that to a person.), and was loosely hanging from parts of her body, only kept together by the magnets and latches that were protocol in freelancer-edition armor.  and thus, the came of cat and mouse began, praying for visuals on the intruder to her unorthodox home. she wondered, silently, if it was NEVADA come back to finish the job he started, or perhaps it was just a COLONIST, scoping out the world for extraterrestrial colonization. she prayed they spoke a human tongue.

[zwhacking-archived-blog]

     there were certain people addy was sure she’d never see again, vasquez was one of them, and unfortunately so was norma. addy wasn’t going to be dishonest with herself, the blonde was someone she could easily talk to as time had progressed. everyone took a shine to her, and now that the group was completely in a disarray following murphy’s return, addy had no idea where she was going. she’d called out warren’s name a few times without any kind of answer, now all that was left was hoping that maybe she’d hit some good luck... and good luck she did hit. there’s a moment where those vivid blue eyes of her’s widen as she takes in the sight of the blonde, for a minute it seemed like she was hallucinating until finally... she spoke.       ❛ norma? is that you!? ❜

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[mxmicryarchive-blog]

“       -- -- You said your name is          Delaware, right ma’am? I’m          kinda curious, but every          agent specialized in something          right? What about you? ”

[outofmxnd-archived]

⚠ (oh my god)

         🔫 MEME | ACCEPTING 🔫

{ He was half-asleep when it happened. }

{ The blond wasn’t entirely sure why, buthis past few nights of sleep hadn’t been very great. He hoped it would be bettersoon; the LAST thing he wanted was tohave to go on some mission like this. }

{ He was standing in the hallway, barelylistening to Norma and a few others speak.He was more content to lean against the wall and let his eyes droop a bit. But hisdrowsiness was JOLTED away when he waslifted up. Wash blinked rapidly, glancingback and forth in slight confusion beforetilting his head down at Delaware. }

      “ Uh, hi, mom. ”

[sniperiisms-archived]

 @pinupiisms

  ❂││  Firing such a powerful weapon as the sniper rifle has it’s repercussions. People who weren’t used to the power of the weapon could be shoved back by the aggressive recoil, others who weren’t quite as sturdy or held it improperly could even face BROKEN BONES. But no matter how well trained, some things couldn’t be prevented, at least not without layers of armor even ODST’s didn’t have. The darkest bruises he’d ever received, for example, were the repercussions HE couldn’t avoid. The recoil was so powerful in his weapon that every shot shook his bones to the marrow. Bashing his flesh with every shot lead to some very painful owies. Hence why he was always seen in his black tees, mostly for protection and to avoid the hassle of answering ‘where did those come from?’  in the past. Now he barely remembered that was the reason he donned more conservative clothes. 

    He never thought much of them, personally, other than they could be unsightly. But with proper care they wouldn’t be an issue, so beyond the ritual of nurturing himself back into shape he paid the bruises little mind. So little in fact, he sometimes FORGOT not everyone was used to seeing what this sniper ended up with in the end.

  ❂││  O’brien was only changing out of his shirt for a clean one (we all know how much he LOVES being clean) for a split moment, but Norma’s gasp has him glancing up at the mirror where her reflection stares at his form. Concern flashes across his features and he turns to look over his bruised shoulder has he forgotten the injury is even there? 

    “ What? What’s wrong? “ 

[chorusiology-archive-blog]

    ❛ I take it that the tunnels were quite an interesting walk            --- didn’t run into any spectral walkers down there, did you?        They’re completely harmless as I’m sure you’ve come to find! ❜

[wrightings-blog1]

@pinupiisms picked up the paper.

“ i’m not following much of that ‘ space mission ’ mumbo jumbo there, pal. too many rads this morning ? ”