I’M NOT DEAD YET .
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I’M NOT DEAD YET .
jack morrison / soldier 76 . penned by tax . art credit .
I W O N D E R W H A T I T ‘ S L I K E T O B E T H E U N I V E R S E ?
dr siebren de kuiper / subject : sigma ( Σ ) . harnessed by tax . art credit . promo credit .
shoot for the moon ! / land on the stars !
promo cred. ★ template cred.
i have a muse for this asshole instead apparently so i’ll be here for now @celestialcomposition
BELOW THE SURFACE EVERYONE IS PRETTY COMPLICATED. BASED ON YOUR ANSWERS, WE THINK THE FOLLOWING THREE TRAITS ARE IMPORTANT STRANDS IN YOUR PERSONALITY.
― AUTHORITY.
you are good at making decisions; you have a clear sense of what needs to be done and what others should be doing. played out inside yourself, this tendency drives you to value willpower and self-control. you may be accused of bossiness. but acting on your desire to dissuade, restrain or guide is often appreciated by others – who might secretly like a clear direction, and some firmness.
― INDEPENDENCE.
you don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. you are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. in sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. you know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.
― AGGRESSION.
one part of your character is anger in all its forms: frustration, outrage – and when anger is suppressed – bitterness, grumpiness, and bodily aches. fundamentally, frustration comes from hope: you get upset because you expect your life will be more than a valley of tears. one way to deny aggression is to direct it inwards, as self-criticism. but you’re at your best when you acknowledge anger, and act it out clearly and in a focused way, with honour.
TAGGED BY : @honeyedhowl ( ty !! ) TAGGING : @deadgcrl , @sxdere , @heroneed , @coyotefaced , @xiongsi , @bevrijdme & whoever wants to steal it from me.
gently places a small edible arrangement and a few bars of swiss chocolates on his desk along with a handmade card that says happy birthday from the ziegler family
jack’s old / @herheal .
flipping the light on in his office had his eyes falling on the presents left there, and he’s unable to stop the smile that tugs at the corners of his lips. eyes glance over the card as he eats a strawberry ( this would be his breakfast , lunch , and dinner for the day ). the card is tucked lovingly away in the top drawer of his desk, as well as the chocolate, before he’s turning on his heel and heading for medical. he’s got some hugs to dole out.
it’s dark in the safe house. a quiet rustle of sheets, jason’s leaning over to kiss jack. “ happy birthday tesoro. ” how odd, that he’s saying it to the man himself instead of an empty grave like usual. “ i love you. ”
jack’s old and also emotional / @sxdere .
jason remembered his birthday better than he did. it was always the case between them ; to jack, it was just another day, something he’d rather not waste time celebrating. he never thought he’d make it to this age, and he wasn’t happy that another year had come and gone. hearing jason’s sentiment, however, as his heart rate lifting a bit, mismatched blue hues following to see the infiltrator’s face properly. hopefully this would be the end of it, even if he did appreciate it. “ … thanks , jace . ”
“If I have one my feet into the grave and you have the other, I suppose we’re one old, dead man. Rowdy howdy, happy birthday, old man.”
if you’re old as dirt and i’m old as dirt then who’s driving the bus / @eisiramdeus .
“ oh . thanks , i think . ” he does appreciate the sentiment, he’s just really bad at showing it. “ come treat me to a drink , sailor ? ”
he walks into his office and katerina pops up from behind his desk, shouting out ‘happy birthday!’ as lights turn on, the over the top decorations are revealed and she’s got a party hat in her hand especially for him, her own already perched atop her head. ‘the cake is at home, but i thought we could start the celebrating early.’ she’s grinning from ear to ear, rushing across the room to envelope her dad in a tight hug. ‘i love you, dad.’
jack’s old / @deadgcrl .
there’s an initial jolt of fear that has him clutching his chest, but it quickly melts away as he lays eyes on the younger. “ oh , kat – you didn’t have to do all this . ” he knew how much effort it took, though it didn’t stop him in the slightest from wrapping his arms around her, lips pressing to her temple and smile unmovable from his face. man, if his office looked like this, he didn’t even want to think about what the apartment looked like. “ thank you , honey . ”
@honeyedhowl submitted :
sheets rustle as he works his way up, wet kisses trailed up jack’s stomach until they’re peppered across his collarbone, pearly whites scrapping against the skin before rhys is sitting up in jack’s lap and capturing his lips in a tender kiss. “happy birthday, jackie,” he grins. “just so y’know I fully intend to pamper ya all day long and that includes anythin’ you wanna do... except for tryin’ to talk me into buyin’ a cake instead of makin’ one.” he purrs, brushing his nose against the other’s in a gentle nuzzle, climbing off of the man’s lap to pad across the room to their dresser, hands rummaging about the hiding place he had left jack’s present in. dainty fingers fish out a small unassuming box before rhys climbs back on bed beside his husband, a sheepish smile on his lips as he opens the box. “i know y’don’t wear jewelry or anythin’, but even if you decide not to wear this I want you to have it.” rhys had wanted to give the man something as meaning as the dog tags secured around his own neck, a gift from jack for his own birthday a few weeks ago and since that day rhys hasn’t taken off since. inside the box lies two platinum wedding bands fastened on a chain. “they were my grandmother and grandfather’s... my parents had never really been my parents and while I only spent a few years with my grandma, she was the closest thing I had to a mother. my grandmother gave these to me a little while before she died and told me she hoped I found someone that she loved as much as she loved my grandmother. not only a lover, but someone to share a life with, someone that puts you at peace that you can’t think of a life without... and I found that with you.” baby blues are soft, glittering with unshed tears and reflecting the all consuming love he felt for his mate. “now you sit tight and ‘m gonna go grab your breakfast and coffee...”
waking up to rhys crawling on him wasn’t something he was unused to by any stretch of the imagination, and it was something he would never grow tired of. mismatched blue eyes open slowly as a small noise accompanies a sigh, rolling properly to his back to be able to lay eyes on his husband. the smile on his face couldn’t be helped; hell, it was downright infectious, the wave of emotion that washed over him each and every time rhys was in his sights. “ thank you , baby . ” the smile faltered just a bit as the blond wolf dug out the small box and offered it to him, taking it in his much larger hand before leaning over to kiss at his cheek. “ you didn’t have to get me anything , you know that ... ” head tilting at the story accompanying the rings, blinking as he glanced down at the seemingly small but so significant rings of metal in his palm. before rhys has a chance to bolt, jack’s grabbing at his wrist to keep him still, taking a moment to slip off his own remaining dog tag and tugging rhys’ off as well, each chain receiving a ring before they’re put back in their proper place. it felt only right, and even though jackson wasn’t much of an emotional person, something about this was pulling at his heart strings, rough hand cupping the younger’s cheek as he’s leaning in for a kiss. “ i love you . stay in bed with me a little longer , then we can get breakfast . ” it was his birthday, after all.
birthday smooches for the old man 🎉💖
jack’s old / @heroneed .
he happily accepts this.
it eases his mind to know that no matter what happens, steve will always be older than him.
acceptedmyself.
A grunt in the affirmative. He thought it best to cut the strategy meeting there before the old soldier could delve on his wounded pride.
Genji quickly scanned the cabin and figured their best bet to get outside without drawing too much attention was through a vent grid on the ground behind them. It was at least big enough for grown men carrying weapons to crawl through.
Surely enough, once outside, they were not expected by any of their foes. As they agreed, Genji would run forward first, making sure the path was clear with Morrison covering his back before he would gesture the other to come after him. They went on like this for a dozen of minutes, with little obstacles in their way save for one lone patrolling trooper Genji dispatched with a shuriken to the temple and a few others.
Judging by the shooting they heard behind them, it was safe to assume they had successfully fooled the enemy into believing they were still taking shelter in the cabin. The cyborg dragged the Talon soldier he took down behind some containers, and took the opportunity to ask 76:
“Are we far enough to call the dropship yet? They are going to figure out they no longer have us cornered.”
tight spaces were never on jack’s list of favorite places -- quite the opposite, actually; he’d never been someone of small stature, and that was proven even more so with the struggle of making his way ( quietly, if possible ) through the venting. covering genji, however, was easy enough; the shimada knew what he was doing, and knew how to do it efficiently. that same efficiency challenged the old soldier, even surpassed him if he dared go that far.
genji’s question caused him pause, however, taking the earpiece and radio from the talon soldier at their feet. a moment of thought and bated breath, taking only a brief second to glance from behind their cover. “ it’s far enough . we’ll keep moving until they get here , meet up with them further away . ” the earpiece is unplugged and the volume shifted down, though still loud enough for him to hear if the comm sparked up with the notice that the two overwatch agents were no longer in the building. “ keep going , i’ll call for a pickup . i’ll be right behind you . ”
winston had been the one to answer, go figure, though why he chose to send jesse and fareeha was far beyond him. the gps in his own comm unit was flipped on, allowing the two to see his position. a quick sprint, and he was tailing up with genji. “ eta is ten minutes -- talon’s on the move again . keep moving . ”
anonymous said : overheard as he’s walking by: ‘ i heard that jason vesper’s good on his knees and that’s the only reason they keep him around ‘
without a second thought, jack is introducing himself to the conversation. it wasn’t like him to jump into office gossip, but that was his boyfriend they were talking about, and something about hearing vesper’s name in that context set his blood to boil. “ it’s probably because he’s in his office right now doing his job , which is more than i can say for you two right now . what’s your badge number , by the way ? just curious . ”
@honeyedhowl said : 🔁🍹 hmm for jack to confess something 🤔 a cliche meme / accepting !!
another night, another nightmare ; it wasn’t unusual anymore to wake up to rhys in his space, attempting to wake him. it had taken time for jack to be used to it, but now that he was, things had started to change again. not in his life, but in his head, and waking up to rhys this time brought the burn of tears to his eyes. war plagued his thoughts more often then not, especially during times of stress ... but not this time.
“ i keep dreaming about losing you , and -- our pups . ” christ, that hurt to say out loud. “ not ... because you leave . it’s -- “ no, that hurt too much. “ i’m scared . ”
@sxdere said : 📖 about crushing on each other idk a cliche meme / accepting !! send 📖 for my muse to find a diary entry yours has written about them.
jack had had his time in the limelight ; he’d written enough to fill books with pages and pages, professional and personal. he didn’t write anymore, but there was one small notebook he’d kept for himself from his younger years. small enough to fit in his pocket, only half an inch thick and full of sketches, scribbled handwriting, and dates. the last page was dated two days before the incident in switzerland, a short paragraph with multiple scribbled and rewritten words.
it’s a shame you aren’t a real person, because i feel like i’m having a one sided conversation. which i am, i guess. i usually talk to gabe, or jason about everything, but. some things have to be sacred, at least for a little while longer. i’m not even really sure how to talk to them about it. i feel like everything i say is thrown up on a billboard and it scares me that this might get out. i want something in my life to be sacred. i just want a normal, happy life with the men i love. maybe one day. we always talk about retirement like it’s a joke, but who knows? maybe we’ll get a second chance.
@bevrijdme said : “Broken things need to be… broken…”
his index finger rested tightly against the trigger of the rifle, aimed dead at the man standing -- well, floating in front of him. the soldier was unfamiliar with this new agent, if he could even call him that. the other members of talon had somewhat of a repertoire that he could gauge on, but this one was a stick of dynamite with a lit fuse that jack couldn’t see. any second could be catastrophic. “ whoever taught you that is dead wrong . ”
@heroneed said : ‘what’s this between us?’
there it is again -- that pang in his chest, where it felt like his heart was in his throat so tightly that he couldn’t catch his breath. thumb running along the tops and dips of the other veteran’s knuckles, able to feel the body heat against his front, though they weren’t touching ; it felt like that was how things were. close, never together, no matter the circumstances. someone always talked, the news always got out. after breaking a camera and nearly punching the owner in the face for being on his property in the first place, things were getting out of hand.
“ you know what it is , steve . ” spoken softly, another whispered hush of words between them. “ ... what should we do ? ”