|| look i’m not saying one of the Snakes around needs to write this w/ me while i kinda am
Chico’s gonna argue until he’s blue in the face that aliens and big foot and zombies and whatnot exist, but he’s “too old” to even still be believing that santa claus/papa noel brings the presents, in fact he thinks the idea is downright ridiculous, NOT TO MENTION THAT SNAKE BELIEVES IT
disappointment starters
“I thought you of all people would be different.” “This was supposed to be a fun day. You always ruin everything.” “Our flight’s been cancelled… there goes our holiday.” “I’m not angry. I’m disappointed.” “I know you didn’t do it on purpose, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be disappointed.” “I can’t believe this. You always turn everything into such a disaster!” “I’m not disappointed in you, I’m disappointed in the situation…” “I can’t believe this is happening. Can nothing ever go right?!” “I’m so sorry to let you down. I know you were looking forward to this.” “You always let me down. You’re so unreliable.” “I’d expected a lot more from you.” “Stop being so selfish! You’re ruining everything for everyone.” “You’re such a disappointment to the family.” “I’m sorry to be such a disappointment. I know you expected more of me.” “That movie was so disappointing.” “Why is everything in life actually so disappointing? You get yourself excited every time, only to be let down, time and time again.” “You’re not disappointing! Just… surprising.” “I thought you cared about me. Someone who cares about someone else doesn’t let them down like you just did.” “You could’ve tried harder!” ”I’m not going to lie… I am disappointed.” “No no! You’re great, but the sex was just really disappointing.” “Honestly, you’re the biggest disappointment of my life.” “You weren’t there for me when I needed you. Why do you expect me to be here for you now you need me?” “I had higher expectations of this.” “I had higher expectations of you.”
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|| Thread Tracker bc I’m not sure I’ll so much as remember to think about it come TPP.
- ask(s) w/ balloonisms (jsyk, I’m super happy when I see I got a new inbox message, but we can also move this into a text post, if you like)
- thread w/ cipherspy
- thread w/ libertad–omuerte
- thread w/ thepunishedsnake ?? (if you want to continue from that message that is ofc; just moved it to text in that case — I thought our last one was p much finished, btw, so that I’d just leave it as it is)
- thread w/ warhounded
If I’ve “forgotten” you, please let me know & remember, plotting a little sth. via inbox/fanmail is always cool even when I’m practically glued to a screen & a controller.
Boelen Python
WHAT’S MY BLOG(,) SNAKE?
|| thank you very much!!
|| Thread Tracker bc I’m not sure I’ll so much as remember to think about it come TPP.
- ask(s) w/ balloonisms (jsyk, I’m super happy when I see I got a new inbox message, but we can also move this into a text post, if you like)
- thread w/ cipherspy
- thread w/ libertad--omuerte
- thread w/ thepunishedsnake ?? (if you want to continue from that message that is ofc; just moved it to text in that case — I thought our last one was p much finished, btw, so that I’d just leave it as it is)
- thread w/ warhounded
If I’ve “forgotten” you, please let me know & remember, plotting a little sth. via inbox/fanmail is always cool even when I’m practically glued to a screen & a controller.
The figure opened the cell door. "Chico, it's me." That was a half lie, it was Snake, but not exactly. The spot light briefly shined by Chico's cage, revealing the figure to not be Big Boss but something vaguely looking like him...if he was made of rubber.
Made of… the wet sheen of the search light reflecting on his legs, his arms, everywhere. Even his face! Inside his cage, Chico crawled backwards fast, distancing himself from Snake. Though, that wasn’t him, swaying in the wind. Like a balloon! That wasn’t Snake! “No!” Whatever else it was; the boy panicked. “Go away!”
Boelen Python
WHAT’S MY BLOG(,) SNAKE?
|| so nice of you, thank you! ^^
& that’s such a beautiful snake actually
thepunishedsnake replied to your post:
Oh so awesomeeee! Post a pic when you receive it :D
|| of course!!
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Dawn came with another wave of a pounding headache and another sleepless night—it was easier to keep their shady business going when the sun wasn’t smiling at them. As the yellowed rays filtered through her barracks, Amanda rubbed her eyes, welcoming one of her compas and the hot pot of freshly brewed coffee. “Gracias.”
She muttered, voice raw and brittle from too many drags and not enough water. The next minutes were filled with a light chat , a pleasant interruption to her worries mingled with caffeine and a brand new pack of cigarettes. Those were the moments to be thankful for—when her compas, the ones who understood her causes and obsessions slowly dragged her out from her cave with smiling faces. Fried eggs and freshly baked bread, coffee and soft mutters, they were all still too sleepy to think about anything other than food and the gently cries of the birds surrounding them.
That’s how freedom tasted like, the camaraderie filling her heart little by little, justifying each wrongdoing they’ve made. “Good morning, Ricardo. Eat something before we start. Afonso fetch the maps, please? We’ll start as soon as Ricardo wakes up properly.” Amanda patted the space beside her, signaling for her brother to fill the space, as usual.
That ruse still seemed to work for him somehow: rolled-up backpack and spare clothes hidden under a blanket. Well enough for Chico to go spend the night elsewhere... and he’d finally had to — moon high in the sky and the stars shining bright, and not a thing awake to make noise, but unable to stop thinking about the task lying in wait in the morning hours. After all, he couldn’t mess that up. So he left his body-double to sleep in his bed while slipping out to the edge of the jungle.
Surely, Amanda wouldn’t approve, even if he didn’t go as far as he’d intended to during their argument. Where he settled down, Chico could still hear the few men that guarded the camp at night, letting the others rest easy. There the boy made sure, though, that they wouldn’t see the orange flame of him lighting a match, bringing it up to the cigarette he now held between his lips, while hiding his face, that still looked far too young to be smoking, in the shadows of the tree line. Then the night seemed to move on more easily.
When the sun came creeping back on the horizon, Chico had nearly forgotten the grinding gears in his head. Nearly fallen asleep, at last, there. Only now, with day breaking, there was no time left for sleep, neither here nor in bed, when he finally felt ready to lie down. Just to dart back across their grounds, maybe wash his face.
“Good morning.” The smell of smoke had to stay in his hair, his clothes too, not a chance to change, though chances were his sister wouldn’t even notice, spending the night in a tobacco cloud of her own. He made an effort to look tired, as though he had slept, yet, not wanting to face the repercussion of going against Amanda’s word — it’d served a good cause after all, he thought, feeling the folded piece of paper and small, terribly worn-down pencil in his pocket as he sat down. If they had eggs, he’d always go for them first, but just as he reached for them he felt everyone’s eyes on him more acutely than his appetite.
#libertadomuerte#;v: viva la revolución#|| she sure does#and he sure is & that's the whole tragedy really#it's why i love the conversation she and BB have about Chico tho#even if it's difficult trying to convince her brother to be something else than a soldier#ultimately she wants a better future for him than that#even if she can't see HERSELF do something other than fight#she knows there's other/better things for him#but yea try telling Chico (try convincing ANY stubborn 12/13 year old of something other than what they've put in their own head) that...;