#no context we die like men

[nitewrighter]

“It’s so hard to get into comic books”

What are you talking about. It’s easy. You just grab whatever the hell extremely limited selection your library has and form your experience around that. Do I have any actual familiarity with Kyle Rayner’s origin story? No. But I think his writers suck and he’s kind of stupid because all I ever read of him was the Ion arc. My formative experience reading Gwen Stacy was not her death but when she was breaking into Peter’s house and the artists were giving her visible thong straps in every panel because the only spider-man my library had was the Ultimate Spider-Man run. This is how western comics work. Easy.

#comics #green lantern #spider-man #Gwen Stacy #Kyle Rayner #no context we die like men

[lesiasmadness]

#No context we die like men #deltarune #spy vs spy #swatch #my art #shitpost

[swede]

like this for a surprise!

#no context WE DIE LIKE MEN

[longeyelashedtragedy]

I was tagged again by @antspaul !!!

The Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.

“Aren't they a sweet couple?”  Marina nudges the phone across Roman’s desk with her finger as though the presence of Frank Lampard’s name on her screen it has made it toxic.  “They’re so united.” “Mmmm.”  A pause.  “I think our Mason would tell a different story.” “Come on, leave the poor boy alone.  I really didn’t think she’d go back home and open her mouth.  Is that what marriage is about?” "This is the first time I've seen you misjudge one of your girls. Your eyes got too big for your common sense." Marina sighs. "And you say that as though you weren't watching. I think this is easy to fix."

I'm writing a couple different versions of the ending (don't get your hopes up: I write endings pretty early and most of the fic doesn't exist on paper yet). This is if I decide to end the fic with the insinuation that Marina is about to sack Franko.

tagging: since I already tagged some people, if you see it and want to post fic (or more fic) do it and tag me pls!

#no context we die like men #there are so many lines i don't even wanna post bc they're so incriminating lol #i mean they're probably SUPER TAME! i'm a puritan about my writing #but...i kind of like this direction for the ending #fic saga #ALSO the implication that uhh some of the Chelsea higher ups know about frank and mason...

[ghastlyfantasy]

#no context we die like men #being a drk is inherently homosexual #youre telling me youre willing to bleed and suffer and die for your fellow man?... .. you would use your own body to shield and serve them? #why do you enjoy self sacrifice for other men huh? #exactly #:) #au ra ffxiv #ffxiv #ffxiv dark knight #dark knight #ffxiv screenshots #daisuya

[ghostwise]

‘a desperate kiss as if they are convinced they’ll slip through each other’s fingers’ if you’d like !!

Hamal’s eyes found him without any conscious effort; the same way sunlight shines through one’s closed eyelids, so Zevran came into his view, and just as warm.

A soft sound escaped him, like he’d been struck unexpectedly.

He’d missed him. He hadn’t realized until now just how much his own longing had paralyzed him all these weeks, and he ran towards him at once, before he even realized he was moving. Zevran must have felt the same, for he met him part way, flying down the hall with his cloak open behind him.

He did not hold back, crashing into him and nearly knocking them both to the ground, but Hamal kept his balance and lifted him, armor and all, into a bone-crushing hug.

“Zevran, Zevran,” Hamal said into his golden hair, over and over.

Zevran’s gloves had little armored points on the knuckles. They left light scratches, cold metal on his skin, as Zevran took his face and pressed his lips to him. He kissed him roughly, as was their habit during the Blight.

After a battle, during an ambush, when one or both of them felt like dying men—how many kisses had been stolen between life and death?—and tasting of fresh blood, be it their own or someone else’s.

“I’m here,” Zevran said. “I’m sorry! I missed you! I’m here!”

#rinnywrites #dragon age #zevran x warden #zevran arainai #mahariel #oc: hamal mahariel #no context we die like men #this feels unpolished but that's ok #do not separate them! #thank you for the prompt! (years later) #quinta de talpa

[completely-real-and-normal-human]

oh no my ribs are twanging

#aubrey says stuff #no context we die like men

[animentality]

#polls #no context we die like men #figure it out

[lamortwrites]

wip whenever

tagged by @mightymizora, thank you!! tagging anyone who sees this and would like to join in.

surprising absolutely no one, I am still stuck in bloodborne au hell, so here is another lil snippet from there!

"Yes," Enver says finally, voice rough. "That was my theory."

"And what--" Their voice is shaking. They pause to collect themselves, take a deep breath, and try again. "What is your conclusion?"

He smiles and rises to his feet, collects the syringe that is still clutched too tight in their left hand.

"My results are inconclusive, as of yet. I think I should repeat the experiment to eliminate any potential biases. What do you think?"

He cannot be serious. Labrys stares at him, half seething, half dumbstruck, as he disposes of the used syringe and retrieves the next. His expression is serious but there is the hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, a playful glint in his dark eyes half hidden by the dancing light from the flame beside them on the bench. But they feel...fine, at least, compared to the new baseline Isobel's blood has drawn within them. Four vials taken fine, with the fifth being prepared, and they feel as close to normal as they can think to expect.

"I think," they grit out, "that we have more important tests to run."

"Oh?" he asks, sounding amused. "I thought the point of this was to catalogue all we could about the blood. It hardly seems in the spirit of things to ignore one aspect in favour of another. How do you feel?"

They glare at him as he finishes preparing the fifth syringe. They have a right to be angry, they think. Don't they?

"Fine," they say finally, when it becomes clear he is awaiting their response. "Give me the fifth."

"Say please."

#fellas is it gay to. well. you know. #no context we die like men #ONE DAY I will have something else to offer I swear but for now I am a broken record skipping back over the same track sry #wip whenever #you know what since I'm on this blog actually I can also give this #bgbbau

[digital999placebo]

“You are stupid. . .” 

#no context we die like men #hws sweden #hetalia

[courtoftheclueless]

#no context we die like men #unless you talk with me on discord #then you might have context

[swordcoasts]

six sentence sunday.

i was tagged by beloveds @arklay, @morvaris, @devilbrakers to share six sentences from a wip. thank you so much! <3

i am tagging @aartyom, @aelyosos, @faarkas, @girlbosselrond, @malefiicarum, @nuclearstorms, @solasan, @steelport, @shadowglens, @stormveils, @voerman <3

The woman seems to consider his words for a moment before sighing. “And who should I tell is looking to meet him?” “My name is Arkem Moregi,” he answers with a slight bow. The woman’s eyebrow arches at that. “You tryin’ to be funny?” She slides her glasses up her nose, eyeing him suspiciously.

#*writing #no context we die like men #(the context is v funny though) #this is a big old nothing of a fragment but i don't have anything better to share but i didn't want to miss the game once again so. #woe. vague shit be upon ye

[maranigai]

Out of context comic frames with Morgott because I can. 

#my art #elden ring #morgott the omen king #these frames are not even from the same comic #no context we die like men

[spinebuster]

#griff.jpeg #no context we die like men

[akiwitch]

#no context we die like men #poll

[completely-real-and-normal-human]

been thinking about my Guy. will i do anything about this? no

#aubrey says stuff #no context we die like men