In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

Remembrance Day (11/11)

So I became obsessed with this stupid video game (send help)

Here’s my sith warrior oc, Gim (actually she really needs a longer name, I will come up with one soon I promise) and Vette. I’m still figuring out what style I’m gonna use but eh.

I’m also writing a fic about these idiots, that I’ll probably(maybe???) publish soon