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el-papito-muerte · 5 days

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we can watch each other's backs along the way.

@mercymedic

"Just make sure to keep up, Ziegler," Gabriel's chin juts over his shoulder as he regards her. His calluses grip the teeth on the insides of his gloves as his palms shape over shotgun handles. His voice isn't unkind; there's no intention on leaving her behind. "We pace ourselves different from Jack's regiment. Tighter quarters."

#mercymedic #ic.#v. golden age

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el-papito-muerte · 25 days

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Foucault talks about a flash of lightning that harrows the night, a violence that leaps at its own core. You kiss my eye. You cross me. Here is the speechless place. Beget what we are.

—Anne Carson, Wonderwater

#seventysixed

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el-papito-muerte · 29 days

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nice argument. unfortunately i will die today. i will not die helpless. my death will not amount to nothing. my hand will draw the marks of my revolt. my flesh shall take the great shape of my revenge. i will steal myself away from their intent for me. my blood will not ripen their soil, nor shall my body blossom into their chosen colours. i will bring them fear instead. my death today shall be the quiver in the executioner’s hand tomorrow, the wavering doubt in the mind of the justiciar. i will be hallowed, but not for them. i will die. i will not die. [branches erupt from my body, intertwining us in a final, hateful embrace and killing us so badly we'll both need closed casket funerals]

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el-papito-muerte · 1 month

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winks at him / seventysixed

@seventysixed

"Looks like you got something wrong with your eyeball, Soldier 76," Gabriel Reyes straightens, arms akimbo and palms hooked over hip crests. He cuts an imposing figure, face carved dour. Some suggestion of a smirk peels at the corner of his lips: "Looks like you need some spit and shine to clear that up."

#Seventysixed #V. SEP

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el-papito-muerte · 2 months

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Gabe tracks Jack's trajectory, arms interlocked to a discerning fold. The glance gets his chest puffing out; the comment snapping knuckles into the meat of the other man's bicep. He snorts, but he's grinning: "Don't get jealous, Legs. I got enough tits for the both of us."

jack lofts a brow, pacing a few steps to get a decent glance at gabe's chest. he huffs through his nose with a shake of his head, but a smile blooms, anyway; good-natured, teasing.

"yeah? so i guess you didn't make the cut this year."

#THE SLANDER ON THIS IS INSANE #ic.#v. golden age #seventysixed

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el-papito-muerte · 2 months

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"soldier 76: reporting for booty" - seventysixed

@seventysixed

"You watch yourself, soldier," Gabriel Reyes returns Jack Morrison's reporting with a dismissive jerk of his thumb over his shoulder; He smirks: "Tits are in this year."

#v. golden age #seventysixed #is this what they call crack #ic.

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el-papito-muerte · 2 months

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"Americans can't deal with death unless they own it. If they own it, they will celebrate it, like in the air force base museum of the atomic bomb, where whole families of camera-toting tourists gather after the required i.d. security checks. In the gray-carpeted rooms, they walk the mazes of portable screens and platforms and enlarged photographs of death and incineration as seen from a discreet distance. The distance is far enough so you can't see the bodies, only the architecture."

David Wojnarowicz, Close to the Knives, 1991

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el-papito-muerte · 2 months

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SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART ONE

i think you're past the point of saving.

together we might survive.

get me out of this damn thing.

we have no time for stragglers.

do you intend to die for a stranger?

i thought that damn thing was going to be my coffin.

you keep dangerous company.

we can watch each other's backs along the way.

enough of this chatter.

who put you in charge?

i'll trust my own judgement.

a miracle, given everything you've been through.

it'll all be for nothing if you don't find help soon.

you're alive. i'm alive. how is this possible?

seems like we're the lucky ones, judging by all the corpses strewn about.

anything's an improvement on where we just came from.

'we'? you want to stay together?

we need each other.

i can't think of better company.

i wanted to thank you again.

you should be furious, shouldn't you?

kill it yourself — you look capable enough.

i was hoping for a kind soul.

let's try to keep that lovely neck of yours in one piece.

no need for this to get messy.

i need her alive.

and to think i was ready to decorate the ground with your innards.

please, allow me to introduce myself.

of course it'll turn me into a monster.

you should travel with me.

our odds are better together.

i was ready to go this alone.

maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea.

you seem like a useful person to know.

let's hope any future acquaintances don't hold a blade to your throat by way of introduction.

no harm in a little mystery.

conversation shouldn't be made, it should be grown.

maybe i'd like to get to know you better.

i'm usually better at this.

couldn't have phrased it more repellently myself.

you don't happen to be a cleric, by any chance? a doctor, surgeon? uncannily adroit with a knitting needle?

it's not exactly a common affliction.

a parasite shared is a parasite halved.

you're both twice as tall as me but have half the bloody backbone.

no point getting killed.

second worm gets the cheese and all.

nobody's getting any damn cheese.

she obviously sees your kindness as weakness.

don't let her take advantage.

a simply 'thank you' wouldn't go amiss.

your friends abandoned you.

i've got plenty of friends who aren't soft.

let's just hope she reserves those impulses for any common foes.

what a curious way to awaken.

what is the worth of a single mortal's life?

something the matter?

you must have thoughts about our little stowaways.

thinking about it won't help.

i suppose we'd go our separate ways — not a slight on your company, of course.

no reason for us to not stay together if we get on well.

if we do survive, we'll have separate lives to return to.

let's just say it's a very person, very private acquaintance.

you're not the kind of company i'd keep willingly.

perhaps i'll return the favor at some point.

she's delightful, in a very 'look at me twice and i'll dismember you' kind of way.

i understand much beyond your comprehension.

you'd do well to observe more and question less.

and they didn't cut you from navel to neck?

i am still getting used to people like you.

that large, fleshy nose of yours looks like a mistake.

best to keep quiet, lest any drivel leak from your lips.

i do not intend to stay long in this place.

may your actions express the same mettle.

anomalies lead to surprises.

what hasn't happened may yet come to pass.

not a collaboration i'd have anticipated.

can't you tell me something real about you?

i have a great respect for privacy, especially my own.

i have a very disciplined mind.

those tricks won't work on me.

please don't try that again unless i invite you to.

we meet again, as predicted.

care to explain why you're helping me?

what kind of services can a skeleton offer?

a monster forms inside us, and you care to be idle?

i knew your kind to be fragile.

don't you know an exhausted warrior is an ineffective one?

it's a thickheaded notion in a complex circumstance.

what were you two talking about?

if that was any of your business, we'd have called you over.

your business is mine.

we're entwined.

if we're to survive, we need to trust each other.

you seem reliable.

we're overdue some good fortune.

#prompts.

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el-papito-muerte · 2 months

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“Listen: the distinction between holy & heresy was always a question of fire: the distinction between whore & saint lies in who’s burned for it — the distinction between martyr & false god lies in whose testimony is set ablaze”

— George Abraham, “Cartographies of Light,” from Birthright

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el-papito-muerte · 2 months

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