#redaction

[outsidewolves]

[victusinveritas]

[p01nts-0f-4uth0r1ty]

There is a serious lack of fanfics about these two 💔 AO3 WRITERS, DO YOUR THING!!!

[f3st3r-rx]

The inherently romantic nature of bleeding out in a fellow soldier’s arms,

Head resting close to his heart. Gasping for air in lungs that would’ve shriveled soon anyways. Blood bitter on your tongue. His hands are holding yours (gently, roughly, shaking, strong.)  His fingers are calloused and larger than your own. He’s feeling for your pulse like it’s his own lifeline. This is the most intimate way you’ve ever allowed yourself to know him

And none of it matters. Cause when they bring your body home, he’ll have to look your wife in the eyes, hand her the flag at your funeral, and pretend he didn’t love you more than she ever could. He wishes he could

Fucking die and then, maybe he’d finally get a chance. Just one more moment of stolen glances, shared cigarettes and bottles of whiskey,  smiles printed on paper, pressed into pages between the letters of the holy word, that would say you were a sinner for loving each other.  It was always borrowed time. He should’ve known, logically. Maybe if he was a stronger man with a colder heart. 

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As you lose consciousness, you’ll shake and tremble. As you try to rasp out your dying words, your best friend will wish the two of you could’ve ever been something more. He would’ve done anything to have you. But nobody could bring themselves to take that first shot. Not even when one pierced through your chest.  Even here in the trenches, as gunfire rains down on the company. As your heart slows to a stop and his hammers faster and faster.  Even now, he can’t bring himself to whisper out the words. (“I love you. I always have.”) As your dead body goes limp in his arms. He’s praying, screaming out to the skies, begging god for one more chance

(…but) your lips are blue. Blood’s soaked through your fatigues, and the man you love is broken now. A shell of who he could’ve been. He weeps over your body, pulling you close. The others will yell at him to take arms, but this is how he wants to die (—clinging to yours.)

[clinging-to-decency]

[jasonstiff]

In order to comply with the law very strongly, I am releasing ALL of the Forecast Files, with full and absolute transparency in the most bigly of ways. You're welcome.

#transparent #redacted #redaction #cooperation #compliance #releasethefiles #EpsteinFiles #ForecastFiles #weather #forecast

[mood-swings-and-roundabouts]