#soldiering

[aeshnacyanea2000]

Polly had been soldiering for only a couple of days, but already an instinct had developed. In summary, it was this: lie to officers.

-- Terry Pratchett - Monstrous Regiment

[matgpt]

I can't bear the thought of bringing my horse into battle where he might get injured. I'm thinking about deserting and finding a little farm where I can just take care of him forever. What should I do?

Not everyone in the Band started out with a battle-trained horse! Your squad can and should help you with the training, because an untrained horse is a danger to itself, you, and your fellow soldiers, and only incidentally to the opposing force.

But, you know, we’re not conscripting anyone. I don’t know why anyone would be a soldier if they had another choice, but we’re mercenaries— mercenaries retire, if they’re lucky. It’s not in the Band’s interests to have anyone here who doesn’t want this life.

Go talk to one of the Redarms- you’re better off getting paid up and saying goodbye to your mates, than making everyone worry by sneaking off in the dark.

[red-redacted]

Board 1 of the armbot/smartsleeve (name tbd) is done, the next one is gonna take fuckin forever

The project is gonna take 5 boards total (including the microcontroller protoshield) but these first two are by far the biggest boys

[dashintrash]

He is THE King (and the father)

[whatsnewalycat]

Made this for u 💝

[decamarks]

Thinking of becoming a guy that thinks wolves are the most badass and aspirational animal, but about ants. Like wearing t-shirts about being loyal to my Queen and training to bench 5x my bodyweight. Studying ant warfare. Posting shit like this

[quixoticprince]

Guys I don't think this kindly stranger is all that nice But yeah, if Medic confessed about stealing their souls in the next pages I don't think anyone would really care

Based on this post thread

[stevefightmerogerss]

[themadknightuniverse]

"You pulled me from the river. Why?" "I don't know." "Yes, you do."

[heavenbarnes]

thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.

when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.

when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.

“sorry, love”

he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.

when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.

when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.

when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.

“in here, my love”

as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.

that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.

even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.

minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.

(and you are)

[gearbroth]

WHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

[baby-xemnas]

yes you are

[doubleloner]

tag your traumatized man comfort character

[brucie-baby]

the fact that alfred was the one to put up jason's memorial is so important to me

[800db-cloud]

is this anything