I just wanna stay in the sun where I find Pieces of peace in the sun’s peace of mind I know it’s hard sometimes Yeah, I think about the end just way too much But it’s fun to fantasize On my enemies who wouldn’t wish who I was But it’s fun to fantasize
Oh, oh, I’m falling, so I’m taking my time on my ride
*Lyrics from Twenty one pilots - Ride
Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum in the happy days before Altissia, Final Fantasy XV
BITCH blair said that he and jamie are the ones that improvise the most together and the bit in ep 3 when blink says, ‘are you having a stroke?’ and ‘oh this is your thing’ miss jamie chung improvised that!
im so fucking angry because terezi pyrope’s personal system of ethics is one of the most nuanced and detailed examples of CLS paired with a critique of justice that i’ve ever seen in a piece of fiction and it’s homestuck
She’d heard the stories, sung by the maidens to frighten her, “The pirates will come if you don’t sleep right now.”
She’d closed her eyes, but she couldn’t sleep without her papa’s kiss on her forehead, so the next day she’d thought they would break the door down, their faces blackened by soot and with sharpened swords, ready to take her away.
What happened years later had been different. Their kidnapping much more elegant, Captain Cassian Andor was bent to treat her like the lady she was.
She ate at his table while he scrutinized plans and maps.
Some stories were true, they were dirty and crass, but they looked at the sea with longing. Something she was jealous of.
So she too looks at the sea, trying to see what they could see.
She licks her lips and tastes the salty air.
“Enjoying the view?” Cassian asks, hand on the railing.
She’s learned to politely answer, to bow her head and smile, but she doesn’t, she refuses to. “The same blue, the same waves,” she answers, with more firmness than she thought she had.
“You will get used to it.”
"Do you plan to keep me here for a long time?”
“Until we find your father,” he shrugs, his smile still on his face, as if it pleased him to irritate her.
“I told you, I do not know where he is.”
“Oh, but I do, and I need you for him to be more …” he is looking for the words, or perhaps playing the threatening card, “complacent.”
This was a really old art that i did for the love letter thing waaaaaay back but never gotten around to finishing it untill today! (Im sorry it took a while and im sorry it doesnt seem like it’s connected with the ask but trust me i did try to, but gave up in the end)