charlie lacroix

who should you fight: monsterkind edition
  • roy: just dont. who sees roy and wants to fight him. hes too soft and kind. dont.
  • kip: again why??? hes just nervous and sad dont fight him. also he has like no control over his powers so who knows he could wreck ur ass just dont
  • molly: ok shes so great why would you want to fight her? also she could dunk on u so hard. dont
  • wallace: hes such a baby you could kick his ass so easily but why would you ever?
  • ben: dont fight ben he has been through so much please dont
  • pascal: he is so large and probably really sweaty and could probably kick your ass but hes really sweet please dont
  • charlie: charlie has been through so much please be nice to charlie plus he could absolutely end you. dont fight charlie
  • Louise: let louise live their life
  • sal: ok who even is sal? we may never know. fight him
  • maggie: whats wrong with maggie dont fight maggie shes too kind
  • kate: kate would kick your ass dont fight kate
  • mr crimmins: kick mr crimmins ass hes the worst
  • eno: please fight eno i love him but his dramatic ass needs to be taken down a notch
  • Friend: oh I ship Widow and Hanzo BC sniper buddies AAA
  • Me: Well, I ship them because they both have killed someone they love, but being forced to do it, and they have to live with the fact that they killed their loved one. And Hanzo, his brother came back from the dead and forgave him, but Hanzo can't forgive himself. And Widow visits Gerard's grave and it shows that she regrets doing it. Like, they can just cry about it and hold each other tightly and tell each other that its okay and that they're with them.
  • Friend: okay jeez
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    [25 Days of Outlander]
    [Favorite Murtagh Scene]
    [2x02 | Not in Scotland Anymore]

May I ask, Your Royal Highness, have ye ever been to Scotland?

I regret not having had the pleasure, having spent my early years in Italy where my father was forced to seek exile.

Then ken this: Scotland is a beautiful country. Its glens. Its lochs. Its mountains. We’re a people of the land. A simple people with no great love for outsiders. We will fight - have fought - each other more than not.
But you ask us to shed our blood for what? To put a more sympathetic arse on the English throne? Is that cause enough for a cotter to exchange his scythe for a sword? To leave his home, his crops, and charge into a cannon’s blast?