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Hiya! I'm Zack Fair, SOLDIER extraordinaire! I'm a man of many names, many beverages, and a few too many cheeseburgers. Feel free swing by and pop a squat; there's cold beer in the mini-fridge and pizza on the way.

-This is a Safe Blog-
I ain't gonna judge, so sit on down and share some popcorn.
~ Saturday, June 23 ~
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GUESS WHO’S BACK?

After a few weeks to work on life, love, and the pursuit of cosplay, I have, at last, returned. I also went ahead and doomed myself by adding a character to my repertoire, the impeccable Captain America himself! (starsstripesandgarters) For roleplays, any new ones, at least, you guys are going to have to drop me an ask (I’m roaming between all six accounts tonight), but I promise that as soon as I get it, I’ll get right on the ball. Old ones, just let me hunt them down and I’ll get to work!

And if anyone needs to talk or anything, just let me know. I’m right here and willing.

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~ Friday, June 1 ~
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Hiatus: This time, I don’t know when I’ll be back.

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I need to be working on Serenity & Lizzie

gothiclizzie:

bu i lack any & all motivation to do much of anything right now. though with my torn up knee & wrist i wouldn’t really be able to be down on the floor cutting out patterns & parts for costumes anyway. 

though i really do need to go pay my car insurance before they close for the day

Are you free Sunday morning? Maybe we can get together and just work on Beryl/Seras/Madam/Serenity/Lizzie together. Gods know I’m behind on shit.


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“ Human skin should always have a rosy or red undertone. So-called olive, ivory or extremely dark, brownish complexions are a sign of spiritual disharmony on a racial level.
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A self-published textbook on energy as it relates massage therapy.

This is being used in a presentation at a massage institute next week. I’m…pretty appalled. (I got to make copies of this thing.)

Wait….what?


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ireneisabean: #Whelp. #Hojo #you win this round Who said it was him? o u o  ((XD No one did, but I can so see pranks being played between the Science Dept, the Turks, and SOLDIER.))

ireneisabean:

#Whelp. #Hojo #you win this round

Who said it was him? o u o 

((XD No one did, but I can so see pranks being played between the Science Dept, the Turks, and SOLDIER.))


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ironfries:

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If one looked in the front window of the old villa outside of Costa del Sol, they’d be rather surprised at the three fellows just inside the open screen. One, a silver-haired former General, lounged on the window seat, soaking up the sun’s rays while he read a treatise on Wutaiian swordsmanship, one hand keeping his long locks out of his glasses.  Farther back, in the soft shadows of his armchair, sat a formidable ex-Turk, his head propped up by one arm as he flipped through a classic novel. Occasionally, he made notes on a small pad sitting on the table next to him, his lips moving with the words as he adjusted his own lenses. Now, both men were elegant, handsome almost to a fault, and might have been considered a pair…until one lays eyes on the third and final of their number. Ensconced in his Lazy-Boy, the cranky airship pilot rustled his newspaper as he perused the sports and news, occasionally swearing in the balmy air when he read that his team had lost another game… “Oy, Seph! Get me a sammich.” Horn-rimmed bifocals peeked over the edge of the paper, only to dip back into hiding as slit-pupiled green eyes glared over at him. A soft laugh sounded from the armchair, and Cid grumbled to himself. “You’re not going to win, Chief.” “Eh, bite me.”  

If one looked in the front window of the old villa outside of Costa del Sol, they’d be rather surprised at the three fellows just inside the open screen. One, a silver-haired former General, lounged on the window seat, soaking up the sun’s rays while he read a treatise on Wutaiian swordsmanship, one hand keeping his long locks out of his glasses. 

Farther back, in the soft shadows of his armchair, sat a formidable ex-Turk, his head propped up by one arm as he flipped through a classic novel. Occasionally, he made notes on a small pad sitting on the table next to him, his lips moving with the words as he adjusted his own lenses. Now, both men were elegant, handsome almost to a fault, and might have been considered a pair…until one lays eyes on the third and final of their number.

Ensconced in his Lazy-Boy, the cranky airship pilot rustled his newspaper as he perused the sports and news, occasionally swearing in the balmy air when he read that his team had lost another game…

“Oy, Seph! Get me a sammich.” Horn-rimmed bifocals peeked over the edge of the paper, only to dip back into hiding as slit-pupiled green eyes glared over at him. A soft laugh sounded from the armchair, and Cid grumbled to himself.

“You’re not going to win, Chief.”

“Eh, bite me.”  

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~ Thursday, May 31 ~
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l-o-v-e-d-i-s-n-e-y:

worldfamousjunglecruise:

kyoukinohana:

mmysbathotw:

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The essence of being athorable

Reblogging because athorable is going in my vocabulary. 

^ My favorite

sCREAMING

I was just saying to my friends today we should change the number “four” to “thor”… then i found a “thor leaf clover”… true story…

Athorable. 

Forever in my vocabulary.

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Profanities

“You’re just jealous, Sparkletits McFuckFace.” If Seph hadn’t seen the tiny flecks of sweat glistening on Zack’s forehead, he could have easily convinced himself that his Major was simply teasing, and entirely sober. ‘If’ being the operative word. He sighed, rubbed one calloused hand across his face, and slumped forward, wondering what he’d gotten himself into when he’d agreed to host the bi-annual Turk/SOLDIER holiday party. It wasn’t even six in the evening, and Mr. Fair was clearly plastered to the trained eye.

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Birds of a Feather

Tifa had to smile a little as her frequent visitor shifted his weight on the bar stool, his contemplation of his whiskey glass interrupted by a gaggle of bachelorettes begging her for martinis and cosmos. This was part of her usual crowd on Monday nights, the last of the work crowd drifting off into Edge’s shadowy streets, a remnant of the swell of people from just four hours before. Vincent had drifted in with the first swell, and after hiding in her smallest booth for the majority of the night, he’d slunk to the bar as usual, nursing a few glasses of whiskey along the way. It was his way, and she was quite used to it; in fact, she preferred it, and more often than not, she found herself taking her breaks with him, happy for the quiet aura of his company. He eyed her as she deftly made the drinks, pouring them directly into the salted glasses, earning her a chorus of drunken cheers for the final flourishes. As the girls drifted away, congregating around one of the far corner booths, Vincent finally heaved a sigh of relief. Crimson eyes met her own claret when she chuckled, and a tiny smile quirked those thin lips.

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