Bout to throw down! Ok so here’s the account that blocked me and is blatantly stealing my pictures. You see that recent post? Looks familiar doesn’t it! Yeah,that’s because is the exact same post(order of the pics too). I have counted 11 posts that consists of my stuff. There’s even rynx stuff on there, the pics we don’t post anymore….. And half of the post are just other people’s tumblr posts and uncredited fan art. How have they got 1.2k follows? Also remember that post where I was asking about the video of Evan jumping over a couch? Yep, that was completely taken too!
If you guys could just put in a nice request for credit that would be heavily appreciated! Uh tanks bai👍🏻
nights like these, he was always overcome with a great, terrible melancholy. On
nights when they shut out their fears, on nights when they drank more than was
good for them, on nights when Jonathan’s baby blue eyes clouded over with
alcohol and Luke’s drunken friend could not be understood. On nights when he
finally let himself feel the absence of the tenth of their men, who had given
their lives for the survivors. On nights when he would lay Jonathan
safely in bed and sit outside on the wooden bunker steps, wondering if he would
be part of the next tenth of souls gone missing, never to see their loved
ones again. On nights like these, he wondered how Ryan was doing in America. On
nights like these, he cried.
Jonathan had rolled out of bed and was standing in the doorway, half-wrapped in
the blankets, walking barefoot to his friend sitting on the narrow porch. A
faint remnant of the drunken mist still fogged over his eyes as he
flopped down next to Luke and looked skyward. Silently, he swiped the tears
from his cheeks and followed his friend’s gaze to the clear and starry sky.
Here, far in the country’s empty expanse, far from any light pollution, the
stars shone bright and sharp to the eye, but even if Luke wanted to, he
couldn’t have named any constellations, let alone a single one of the
beacon-like pinpricks of light.
you think they’ll see us?” asked Jon suddenly, without taking his eyes away
from the view.
aliens! Do you think we’re looking at their planet, and they’re staring right
back through one of these - uh, giant looking pipes? The ones that all the
sciency people have?”
mean a telescope?”
that thing.” Energetically, Jon waved his hand, half-concealed by the grey
blanket. Luke was silent for a while. Then he sighed deeply.
don’t know, maybe. And maybe they’re asking themselves what a good-looking guy
is doing, sitting next to an undefinable pile of grey.”
raged Jon, punching him firmly in the side. “Asking what kind of a… a… goat
head with a goat beard is doing! Next to - next to a jaw-dropping, sexy guy!”
just jealous.” Luke laughed at Jon, who made another outraged outburst,
grumbled to himself, and, offended, burrowed deeper into his blanket. Then
silence fell once more over the two friends. They were brothers in arms,
together since their earliest years, the brothers neither had and maybe even
like soul mates. Jon had brought colour and emotion into his life and Luke had
bailed the other out of trouble more than once. Together they had managed to
get into the army, sent off to a strange new land. Far from family and friends,
though they still had each other. But each had someone that no one else could
ever replace. Luke thought about Ryan, about his gentle doe-eyes, his smile,
their first meeting, Ryan’s fondness for sweets and sugary drinks, his
favourite green glass, his dog Buddy (and how much love the dog had won from
Luke, though he religiously denied it), Ryan’s surprising talent with engines,
and how he would constantly turn red when Luke flirted with him.
you think they’re wondering what we’re doing out here?”
than freezing our asses off?” Luke grinned.
I mean… what we’re doing here. So far away from home, so far… Maybe
we’re on the other planet and we just don’t know it! That could be the Earth up
there and we don’t know, because we… we just don’t know. We never see anyone
outside the base, only the ones that we kill, and we could be in a totally
separate universe, you know? I haven’t seen Mum and Dad and Mark and Evan in
such a long time and I don’t know how they are or how they’re doing, or if they
read my letters, or… or if they even arrive. I don’t know if I’ll ever figure
it out or if I’ll ever see them again, Luke. I don’t know. I don’t know if I’ll
loud cries wore thin and he almost choked on his own words, as he sniffled and
swallowed a sob. Luke understood. Jonathan understood. They had heard stories
of great men since they were little, who fought with bravery and courage
against enemies and who had been more than just words but rather superheroes to
the boys. They had copied these role models all their lives long. They wanted
courage and adventure. Honour, fame and recognition from strangers and pride
from their loved ones. They wanted to be heroes in their own stories and prove that
they were just like them. They had wanted it so badly.
But nobody had told them about
these nights. About the frightening fear of death every
day, about the thought of never returning
home, about doubting the stories and the heroes, about the
hate lavished on their superiors and even their own
military. About the emotional emptiness of becoming a
killer, about the pain of missing their loved
ones. About the disgust for themselves.
on, I’ll bring you in. You’re gonna go crazy if you look at those stars any
Jon turned his gaze from the sky to his feet and rubbed his bare toes against
each other, while Luke wiped the tears from his face again, shook away any
leftover drops, and finally stood.
lost my shoes.”
small, soft smile appeared on Luke’s face, and, shaking his head, he helped his
friend to his feet, straightening his blanket. While he gave a calming reply,
“I’ll find your shoes, don’t worry. That stink can’t hide from me,” the door
closed behind them, and he put Jon to bed for the second time that
On nights like these, he was glad to have Jon
alongside him. On nights like these, he doubted his military work. On nights
like these, he entertained thoughts of desertion. On nights like these, he
would give anything to be beside Ryan again. And on nights like
these, he cried.
I´m finally posting my work here on tumblr, so enjoy! :)
English is not my first language and this piece got translated by @alex-xrx-walker. So thanks again to them!