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                TAKE IT IN YOUR HEART NOW ,  LOVER

                PERSONALS        DO       NOT      REBLOG  !! 

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SWEATS MY BLOG ISN’T FINISHED YET BUT HERE’S A STARTER CALL FOR ALL YOU LOVELIES

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                   &&     HELL    FOLLOWED   WITH   HIM     //    penned  by  KIT

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in character: *well-written paragraphs, high level vocabulary, structured sentences*

out of character: hte fuckign

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guldvinge

                         Her hands are heavy. Heavy and stained with  BLOOD  THAT  IS  NOT  HERS, that has never belonged to her. Another solider, another casualty, another day. But how many were there ? How many more days until he, ( just as so many have ), stops coming  back  to  her ? Angela hears the  COMMANDER  speak but she chokes on her heart that has clawed it’s way into her chest only to  SUICIDE  ITSELF  between the gnashing of her teeth. Her fingers slide tenderly over his   P Y R E   T A R N  I S  H E D  flesh only to rip a SIGH from her lips over the fresh trail of CRIMSON her touch had left.

                        Their  FATE  had been written in the fabric of the universe far longer than they had been alive. Mercy’s head hurt, a splitting pain that threatened to  CRACK  AT  THE  CROWN  OF  HER  SKULL  but at least it distracted from the  r e l e n t l e s s   agony that had embedded itself deep within her heart. She’s crumbling, Jack is dying, and they are beautiful in their destruction. She believes they deserve happiness, but maybe they deserve this too. Still they’ll fight. She knows Jack will fight the very  U N I V E R S E  in he has to, and she will stand BESIDE HIM ( never allowing him to falter. ) Try not to break HIM in the process.

                       ❝ ———— I just want to know you’ll MAKE IT to the end. That you’ll NEVER STOP coming back. ❞

               AN  OUTWARD  GLANCE  TOWARD  THE  BATTLE  ANGEL   following that voice slipping past angela’s lips ;  jack knows all too well of the cost of  FIGHTING  .  it not only destroys your life ,  but it  CRUMBLES  the lives of the people you love most .  this old dog knew long ago what fighting meant  ---  what it  WILL DO  to him .  what it’s  ALREADY  doing to him .  he’ll do right by him  ;   so he can do right by  SOMEONE  ELSE  .  mercy  .  those  STEEL  eyes  ,  they’ve glazed over with the sights of  WAR  &&  SUFFERING  .  they’re no longer full of life  ,  like the  OCEAN  or the bright ,  endless sky  .   but when they look at  HER  ---  he’s reminded of the life that once  DANCED  within them . 

 ❛    ANGELA   ----    i’m just a   SOLDIER  .   my death would be  MEANINGLESS  in the greater battle  .   if we win this war   ---   ❜    COMFORT .   it was an alien concept to him .  the only thing jack knew was the art of war ,  not the art of consoling someone who is clearly  SUFFERING .  she did not want to hear what may come  .  mercy wanted this vigilante to tell her that he’ll keep  FIGHTING   --- that he won’t give up  ,  even if his arms or legs betrayed him .  even if he had to crawl on all fours  LIKE A BEAST  .                                    because he had someone there  ,  waiting for him  .   a sigh escapes his lips with a shake of his head ;  an arm  RAISED  so he can touch angela’s face  ,  cupping her  GENTLE  cheek with his  rough ,  calloused hands  ,     ❛   i’ll come back .  i always do ,  don’t i  ?   ❜

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     ❛    —   THE  BATTLEFIELD  IS  NO  PLACE   for a young lady like you     ❜     if the soldier could even call her a   LADY   ;   d.va surely was one who did not care for  IMPRESSIONS  .  always gaming  &&  eating junk food .  she was skilled in battle ,  yes  ,  but she reminded this old dog of a   DAUGHTER   he could have had .  he’s   INCLINED  to protect her ,  look out for her   (    MAKE SURE SHE’S SAFE   )      ❛    you sure you can handle it  ?     ❜   starter //  @snsdva

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           HOW   TWO   MEN   COULD   BOND   OVER  A    BOTTLE   OF   WHISKEY  ;   how their pain  &  SUFFERING  could be masked by the dulled senses of  INTOXICATION  .  feeling drunk was not in this soldier’s vocabulary ,  he only felt  HINDERED  of his full capabilities .  those digits  ,  how they spent so many years  GRASPING  a rifle  ,  fighting  ---  winning wars  &&  losing some  ,  now curl around a bottle as he’s pouring two shots for his  FORMER  COMRADE   (  former  friend   )    jesse mccree .   perhaps he would not remember  the soldier  as   STRIKE COMMANDER  ;  perhaps his ghost still lingered  .   that part of him was dead ,  now .  who would remember the face of someone whose visage was  LITTERED  with scars ,  his hair greyed ;   &&  TIME WOULD NOT BE SO KIND TO THIS OLD DOG  .

          ❛    —  TO US   ❜    soldier  76  raised his glass  ,  somber in tone  ,    ❛  we’ve suffered too much at the cost of this  DAMN  WAR  ;  we’re  gonna  F I N I S H   it  ❜   starter //  @meridie

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                        your clothes are black, your lips are dry. this battleground is a cemetery filled with empty tombs. you remember how it felt to begin. a whimper. a goodbye. an infinite end. the world forgets. how it felt to begin. a bang. a hello. an unholy end. a bitter joke. five lives. two BOYS turned SOLDIERS. two girls from SILK to STEEL. one of them along FOR THE RIDE. they walked into a war. none of them entirely came out alive. you loved them. You let them go.

                                                                * no personals please.

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SWEATS MY BLOG ISN’T FINISHED YET BUT HERE’S A STARTER CALL FOR ALL YOU LOVELIES

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        WOUNDS  LITTER  THE  ELDER  SOLDIER’S  already scarred body  ,  a battle won .  a  WAR  still to be waged .  jack morrison  ---   SOLDIER  76  would be there .  even if his weary body ,  how battered  &&  scarred ;  would fight .   though mercy’s eyes ,  the  ANGEL  on the battlefield ,   her were eyes full of  MELANCHOLY  as she patched the vigilante up .  just as she always did all those years ago .  how they  TUG  at jack’s heart  !!   the soldier feels inclined to say something ,  not to fill the  VOID  of silence  ,  but to ease her  WORRIED  soul  ,   ❛    —  this is all for a  JUST  CAUSE  .  the war is just beginning  ;   &&  we’ll be ready   ❜   //   starter  @guldvinge

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meridie:

      im your son. im supposed to shit like this. 

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guldvinge  replied to your post: She leans into him. The same man that held her all...

we literally theoretically created a life for them in the middle of a match. you beat up a junkrat for me once.

let’s be honest baby i’d beat up any joker for u 

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meridie replied to your post: She leans into him. The same man that held her all...

GAYYYYYY

squints  @  u

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She leans into him. The same man that held her all those years ago. His arms are the same, his smell's the same, but he's different now. He bares scars instead of comfort. He offers bullets instead of love. Yet she's lost in him as though not a single day has passed in this wretched world between them. He is sunshine, he is secret glances passed between the battlefield. He is everything she remembers. Melting into those steel arms, Angela's lips find his and she loses herself in his familiarity.

             SHE   IS  GRACE  ;   SHE  IS  BEAUTY  !!   this  beloved  ANGEL  that stole jack’s heart  ,  was now  CRADLED  in his arms .  how he thought this  WOUNDED SOUL  could no longer feel love .  this familiarity between them was as if nothing had changed , however ,  jack did not have the cares back then as he carried them now .  his   SPIRIT  hindered  ,  his face aged  &&  SCARRED  .   mercy  —  no  ��  ANGELA  was free of imperfection .  her eyes still held that same warmth that dimmed from his own .  her light shed so  BRIGHT  ;   as if this  OLD DOG  was staring at the sun for the first time .  

&&  jack melts into her kiss  ,  the world around them  BLURRED  .  nothing else mattered .   HOW HE HAD WAITED FOR HER .  she was his light . his sun .  the  WARMTH  he yearned for all these years .  now his soul felt as if it were being put back together ,  PIECE  BY PIECE .  

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SWEATS MY BLOG ISN’T FINISHED YET BUT HERE’S A STARTER CALL FOR ALL YOU LOVELIES

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Hana singing loudly, "WE DID IT FOR THE GLORY! THE GLORY!"

          ❛    —  DAD  DOESN’T  APPROVE   ❜

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