Speaking of different body shapes. These are all basically peak human bodies.
How come 99% of them don’t conform to what the entertainment industry tells us is the perfect body?
This is a FABULOUS set of body refs. So glad this came back across my dash so I could reblog it here :D
Never not reblogging this.
Life is so much easier when you don’t have an omnipotent being ordering your daily life to manipulate you to one end or another.
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With this I think I might have more reblogs posted than original content…
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Because evil never looked so dapper.
The man next to me rocked back and forth, this arms wrapped around his torso as if to ward off the chill of the hot desert air. A woman a couple spots down was weeping hysterically, screaming in another tongue. Probably about her children. I’d seen them take her children away from her and give them rifles and helmets. Child solders. Did the madness never end?
I awkwardly wiped the sweat from my brow. Not an easy thing to do when your hands are tried together. Shots rang out. The man next to me hunched over as if trying to hide. The woman howled as if the bullets had been meant for her. The five ahead of us disappeared around the corner. A small comfort. At least we didn’t have to watch.
The girl to my right whimpered a little. Tears cleaned her cheeks where they fell, little rivulets of pale flesh against the grime. Shots rang out. She cringed, her hands covering her mouth. I put my hand on her shoulder, trying to give her what strength I could. She met my eyes, and I gave her a small nod. She took a shuddering breath and nodded back. She had beautiful hazel eyes.
A rifle butt met my face as I turned away. My head snapped back, hitting the wall. I leaned against it, fighting through the pain. My hands came away from my face covered in blood. I stood up and spat in the face of the one who’d hit me, spraying him with blood and a tooth or two. His bearded face contorted in anger, and he moved to hit me again, but one of his companions stopped him. The older man shook his head and spoke in a language I didn’t understand. The younger jerked away, but only glared at me before turning away. Shots rang out.
We were next it seems. We were shoved roughly around the corner, shouted at in whatever language it was that they used. The scent of death and gunpowder filled the air. We were moved in front of a hole thirty feet long and ten feet deep, already half filled with corpses. Men with rifles were lined up in front of us. The one at the head of the line shouted something and their guns went to their shoulders. The man next to me broke and ran. He was shot down before he got ten steps. Another shout. The men with the rifles braced themselves, giving their weapons deadly purpose. One last shout, and the men fired.
Pain exploded in my abdomen and I stumbled backward. My feet met only air and I found myself falling. With a sickening thud I landed. Someone groaned beneath me. I looked to my left, saw the mother coughing up her own blood. Another man lay still, the glaze of death already covering his eyes. Another wave of pain hit me, and I closed my eyes, gripping my wound. I looked to the right and saw the young woman. Her gaze was far away, and she was muttering something, reaching up to the heavens. Shots rang out.
A corpse fell on top of me. I could feel his hot blood washing over me. For some reason it was getting colder, though. Strange. I tried to push him off of me, but I couldn’t. More shouting, more shots, but they sounded so far away. Another impact. I tried to lift the man off of me again, but my arms buckled under his weight. It was getting colder, now. More shouts, more bullets, but I could barely hear them. I felt tired, so tired.
Oh, look. I arted.