#reputatiions

[sweetteaswift]

when i first heard seven and she was like “sweet tea in the summer” i was like “omg megan”

🥺🥺 stop seven is literally one of my favorite songs on the album (also same lmao shoutout to me for picking this random ass url 3 years ago)

[thenighttrain]

.... what’s your least favorite taylor song

[taylorswifh]

💘

THE MAN

send me a “💘” and I will tell you which song of lover your blog reminds me of

[easytrusted]

//➢ + reputatiions / me *flops* ( i'd send from ron but i'm still working on the damn theme here )

send ➢ + a url for me to talk about them!

Y eLLS!!!! MORE LEGACY OF DICK MEMBERS!!!! HONESTLY @reputatiions is also such an iCONIC hbo war blog nd alexia is Such a kind!!!!! talented!!!! and invested writer!!!!!!! one of the first ppl to talk to me on here and gOSH!!! DID I FEEL WELCOME!!! ND I STILL DO, oUR SKYPE CONVOS GIVES ME LIFE, speirs nd lip r honestly?? the Air in my Lungs!!! your love nd dedication to ron wARMS MY HEART SM ???? & i literally CAN’T WAIT to turn the dash upside down w ANGST nd wAR SHENANIGANS

[toccoamade]

/ starter call : @reputatiions

         ❝ hey - how’d it go ? everyone get through it alright ?  ❞  

[alldocsgotoheaven]

@reputatiions:

         With a knack for hurting himself    &&    constantly throwing himself into trouble,    it’s no surprise that he’s left with reminders of what had transpired some days.    More often than not,    if he gets hit,    it’s going to be enough to take him off the line    —–    something he DETESTS.

         ❝  See,    it’s healing fine,   Wade,  ❞      the officer replies as the medic smooths a hand over what was once a gash in his arm.

His brows furrowed in concern at the jagged line. "Well shit, hope I didn't stitch this one," he muttered, mostly to himself, fingertips feeling slowly along the edges. "What were they doing, practicing tying shoes? Cursive? Fuckin' Christ."

Wade had nearly bumped his forehead into Speirs' shoulder before he noticed how close he was getting, cheeks tinged faintly pink when he dropped the other soldier's arm hastily. "Uh -- sorry, Lieutenant. Just checking up. Guess you're not bulletproof after all, right?"

[stormlit]

        i’ll be there. that’s what eugene promises them. he’ll be there, and that’s not a promise that he’ll save them, ‘cause he doesn’t know that, but it is, at least, a promise that they won’t die alone. and gene knows that he can’t save the whole company, though god knows he wishes he could, and gene knows he can’t be everywhere at once, that he’s only one man already spread too thin, trying to save these men he loves (even though he tried so hard not to). he knows he’s setting himself up for failure, trying to be there for everyone.

        ❝ it does matter. ❞ he feels everything so deeply, and this is a goddamned knife in his chest, twisting itself deeper every time he breathes. gene will have to shelve this, put it away so that he can deal with the next injury, but now it hurts him so badly he doesn’t know how he’s still standing. (maybe it’s speirs’ hand on his shoulder, and the knowledge that the captain isn’t really the reassuring type, but he’s still doing this. he ain’t winters, and he doesn’t show his care for easy like winters, but eugene’s certain it’s there, despite appearances.) they both know that the soldier was never gonna make it, that nothing gene could have done would have kept him alive...but it feels like a failure.  ❝ i shoulda been there, sir. ❞

@reputatiions // continued.

[quietresistence]

@reputatiions (x)

         Perhaps he’s become VULNERABLE    —–    COMPROMISED, due to recent events.    There is no WARRANT for him to put some lead in the other man,    despite how much he  D E S I R E S.    AVERSION to the other’s gaze,    his eyes are trained ahead,    WEIGHING his options    &&   the GUN in his hand.

         ❝  That’s what THEY WANT, ❞      he GRITS out.

     Heart thumping in her chest, she exchanged looks hesitantly with the other man.  Even as his eyes told her not to, she put herself between the men, hands raised.  Giving a short nod to Spiers, she let out a shaky breath.  “ Yes, that’s exactly what they want you to do. “  Even if she was brave to step between two men pointing guns, her eyes betrayed her fear.  “ So, are you going to pull the trigger? “