#❀⊱⦃ ‘And I'm not ashamed to say / The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry ’⏤ {Spartan-197. (pieman1112)} ⦄⊰❀

[yabigrail]

fernando by abba is so exr coded

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"We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die/And I'm not ashamed to say/The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry"

"There was something in the air that night/The stars were bright, Fernando/They were shining there for you and me/For liberty, Fernando/Though I never thought that we could lose/There's no regret"

"I can see it in your eyes/How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land"

[movietonight]

🎶 We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die // And I'm not ashamed to say the roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry 🎶

[mlmxreader]

Dream a Little Dream of Me | Eames x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Eames: Hi!! Hope you're doing good 🖤! May I please request something using the following prompts for Eames X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "I thought we were... forget it"+"Stay with me" Thank you 🖤!! 🐍anon

summary: there's certain people that are so far away, that there's only one place to ever meet them.

tws: swearing

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Cobb certainly was not happy about it. Waiting around in the cold, shivering as he glared at Eames, seemingly content and smiling as he tugged at the collar of his arctic camouflage pattern jacket.

Everyone else was dressed in their usual clothes, hardly suited for the weather at all; the blisteringly cold icy winds, the harsh bite of the snow beneath them, soaking through trousers and jeans with ease.

Seeping through the soles of improper shoes. Yet Eames was more than happy; relaxed as he closed his eyes for a moment and let out a long sigh.

All day there had been a faint, muffled echo of some sort of animalistic noise, but the further time dragged on, the closer it was getting; slowly, the gang realised that they were surrounded by uninvited visitors.

Echoing became howling, and Cobb swallowed thickly as he glared at Eames.

"What the fuck is that?"

Eames leaned back, shrugging. "Don't worry about it."

But it was steadily growing closer, and it was Arthur who piped up. "Sounds like wolves."

Eames grinned at that, biting back the urge to laugh as he shook his head. "Those aren't wolves."

The tenseness and anxiety of his teammates only grew, but Eames didn't seem worried; with great suspicion, Cobb eyed him warily. There was something that just was not right. Arthur glared at him, frowning.

Something was not like it had been before, but whatever it was, Eames wasn't telling; he grabbed the red poker chip from his pocket. It felt the same as it always did; two grams heavy, an inch thick.

The colour of crimson lipstick that had been worn for a few hours. A small indent on the edge, like it had been bitten down on harshly by some kind of carnivore. He ran his thumb across the indent, smiling as he hummed.

"Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally, I was so afraid Fernando, we were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die and I'm not ashamed to say the roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry, there was something in the air that night, the stars were bright, Fernando, they were shining there for you and me, for liberty, Fernando…"

Eames' humming seemed to make the howling noise calm down, replaced by heavy and harsh breaths; something big and strong panting, lungs empty and legs falling beneath it. Snow crunching and crying with the weight of harsh, heavy steps.

"Gentlemen," Eames beamed, nodding at Minos, who had recently come out to the team as trans. He wanted him to know that they were accepted. Welcome. "If you'll excuse me."

"But-"

"I won't be a moment," Eames chuckled, shaking his head and darting off into the woods.

The others wanted to follow, but when they heard the howling begin again, louder this time, they decided to wait.

There was a shout, a thud, and although Arthur and Cobb grabbed their weapons, something told them it wasn't an issue.

Laughter.

"Eames!" A howl of delight.

"Hello, darling," Eames said softly, cupping your face gently and examining your features. "I could hear you for miles."

You shrugged as you laughed softly, shaking your head fondly. "I thought that's what you wanted, my dearest."

"Absolutely," he whispered, softly kissing you. "My love, my life… I thought we were… forget it. I'm glad you're here at last."

"Yeah?"

"Always," he chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. "Do you have your tooth?"

Grabbing the chain around your neck, you gave it a firm tug to release the pendant from beneath your shirt; a sharp wolf's tooth, wrapped in strong metal and hanging from the chain. "Always. Do you have the chip?"

Eames patted his breast pocket. "Always."

Cobb said to never let anyone know what you kept as a totem; not to let anyone else touch it. But you and Eames were too close, you could never be able to keep secrets from one another, you could never be kept apart. Just as you knew his totem, he knew yours. You smiled as you looked at him, daring to yawn softly.

"Y'know, you're lucky I'm here."

"Why's that?" Eames asked, scratching at his brow as he lazily grinned at you. He couldn't deny it, he loved the fact that you had arrived.

"I got work in the morning," you explained, "and I fear if I don't get a good night's rest, I'll be fucked."

"Are you at home?" He asked. "In Mombasa?"

You nodded. "Always. I don't leave without you, you know that."

"Thank you," he whispered, daring to steal a quick kiss. "Come on, darling, we'll go see the others and-"

"Wait, stay with me," you told him. "Please. I don't… it's been so long since it's just been me and you."

He nodded, sitting down in the snow and waiting for you to join him before he snuggled up to your side. "I waited all bloody evening for this."

"I take it you got a night off," you hummed.

"Just one," he admitted. "We're only here because it was the safest."

You nodded, holding onto him tightly as you sighed and closed your eyes. "I've missed you, y'know. Nowhere feels like home without you."

"I know, darling," Eames muttered. "I'm sorry. I promise I'll be home as soon as I can be. I promise."

"I know you will," you reassured him gently. "You always are. I just hold out until you're back, huh?"

"If you think you can," he murmured. "If not, you can always meet me here. You know that."

You nodded slowly. "I know, it's just a… it's just that I miss you, y'know? And I hate being alone all day."

"Don't worry," Eames told you. "As soon as I can, I'll be on the first flight to Mombasa, and I'll make sure to pick you up something from that takeaway you love so much."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"And sides?"

"Don't push it, darling. I've already agreed to takeaway."

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: January 1, 1976

Lyrics:

Can you hear the drums Fernando?

I remember long ago another starry night like this

In the firelight Fernando

You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar

I could hear the distant drums

And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar

They were closer now Fernando

Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally

I was so afraid Fernando

We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die

And I'm not ashamed to say

The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry

There was something in the air that night

The stars were bright, Fernando

They were shining there for you and me

For liberty, Fernando

Though I never thought that we could lose

There's no regret

If I had to do the same again

I would, my friend, Fernando

If I had to do the same again

I would, my friend, Fernando

Now we're old and grey Fernando

And since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand

Can you hear the drums Fernando?

Do you still recall the frightful night we crossed the Rio Grande?

I can see it in your eyes

How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land

There was something in the air that night

The stars were bright, Fernando

They were shining there for you and me

For liberty, Fernando

Though I never thought that we could lose

There's no regret

If I had to do the same again

I would, my friend, Fernando

Songwriter:

Yes, if I had to do the same again

I would, my friend, Fernando...

Benny Goran Bror Andersson / Bjoern K Ulvaeus / Stig Erik Leopold Anderson

SongFacts:

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[lilacartsmadsion]

Why does fernando fit dark cacao and white lily so much aaa

They were closer now Fernando

Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally

I was so afraid Fernando

We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die

And I'm not ashamed to say

The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry

There was something in the air that night

The stars were bright, Fernando

They were shining there for you and me

For liberty, Fernando

Though we never thought that we could lose

There's no regret

If I had to do the same again

I would, my friend, Fernando

If I had to do the same again

I would, my friend, Fernando

Now we're old and grey Fernando

Since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand

Can you hear the drums Fernando?

Do you still recall the fateful night we crossed the Rio Grande?

I can see it in your eyes

How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land

There was something in the air that night

The stars were bright, Fernando

They were shining there for you and me

For liberty, Fernando

Though we never thought that we could lose

There's no regret

If I had to do the same again

I would, my friend, Fernando

There was something in the air that night

The stars were bright, Fernando

They were shining there for you and me

For liberty, Fernando

Though we never thought that we could lose

There's no regret

If I had to do the same again

I would, my friend, Fernando

Or does it fit hb and dc tell me

Dca

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Can you hear the drum Fernando? I remember long ago another starry night like this. In the firelight Fernando. You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar. We could hear the distant drums and sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar. They were closer now Fernando. Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally. I was so afraid Fernando! We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die. And I'm not ashamed to say the roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry.

is this from ABBA

[estebanbicon]

Can you hear the drums Fernando

I remember long ago another starry night like this

In the firelight Fernando

You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar

I could hear the distant drums

And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar

They were closer now Fernando

Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally

I was so afraid Fernando

We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die

And I'm not ashamed to say

The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry

There was something in the air that night

The stars were bright, Fernando

They were shining there for you and me

For liberty, Fernando

Though I never thought that we could lose

There's no regret

If I had to do the same again

I would, my friend, Fernando

If I had to do the same

[igtfbaef]

Les Amis as ABBA-lyrics

Bahorel: I don't know how but I suddenly lose control

There's a fire within my soul

Bossuet: You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end

You will have no time for grieving

Combeferre: There was something in the air that night

The stars were bright, Fernando

They were shining there for you and me

For liberty, Fernando

Courfeyrac: I can still recall our last summer

I still see it all

Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain

Our last summer

Memories that remain

Enjolras: And how could I ever refuse

I feel like I win when I lose

Feuilly: We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die

And I'm not ashamed to say

The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry

Grantaire: But I won't feel blue

Like I always do

'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you

Jehan: I have a dream, a fantasy

To help me through reality

Joly: And my destination makes it worth the while

Pushing through the darkness still another mile

[iruludavare]

197 wasn’t able to find a lot on their little scavenging mission but he found enough to make a small cake. His A.I partner was able to help him bake it in a small makeshift oven. He would go to find Serena to give her the cake. Once he found her, he placed it in front of her. “I saw that it was your birthday today. It’s not much but I hope it’s to your liking.” Was all he said before walking off to return to his normal routine of weapons maintenance.

Birthday Asks || Accepting

     In times like these, the littlest things often mean the most. Any sense of normalcy-- anything that could make someone believe, for a second, that they could return to the life they lived before-- is something a vast majority of the survivors, including Serena, have grown to appreciate. The cake that is presented before the blonde-- as amateur and imperfect as it happens to be-- is no exception to that. Grey eyes shift away from the baked good, moving to rest on the front of the other’s headgear, and for a moment, a slight flicker of something akin to joyful flashes across them. Of course, others have remembered, but it does not change the fact that she remains rather grateful.

          “It is, thank you.” 

     Are all of the words that she manages to respond with before his form disappears from sight, the proposition to join her remaining at the back of Serena’s throat. Oh well. Perhaps it is best to enjoy this moment alone with her own thoughts.