it's not shitty

this is probably my favorite icon of cor. just because this is an actual photo prompto took of him. and if you’re not looking you can’t really tell that something is just fucking exploding in the background, and cor has elected to ignore it for the sake of prompto’s photo.

okay i gotta get this off my chest

i like country music, okay? and i know some of my followers do, too. 

but if you can’t get it through your thick skull that country music has just as many nasty things in it as the rap/hiphop genre does, then get the fuck away from me

cause like man i like the genre!! and a lot of the music (esp. from the 90s/early 2000s). but boy oh boy am i not going to sit over here and pretend that country music isn’t riddled with disgusting shit. like just to start i could talk for days about how misogynistic it is. but y’all over here frowning at rap like your preferred genre’s any better lmao. newsflash, bitch: it ain’t. it’s the same exact kinda garbage–just using different words.


lmao I forgot I made this so I finished it.
this was just a little inside joke I was discussing about sugar daddy Viktor being extra af


“You pray,” the man said, and barked a laugh. He glanced at Cassian. “He’s praying for the door to open.”

“Pray I get a chance to work,” Cassian murmured, but both men seemed to ignore him. 

Chirrut stopped his chant abruptly. “It bothers him,” he said, “because he knows it is possible.”

Chirrut’s partner laughed again. The sound was brief and ugly, but Chirrut only shrugged and told Cassian, “Baze Malbus was once the most devoted Guardian of us all.”

Baze Malbus. Cassian ran the name through his mental database and came up empty. “Now he’s just your guardian?” he asked.

Neither man took the bait. 

From the Rogue One: A Star Wars Story novelization by Alexander Freed