Favourite Skam Things:Jonas Noah Vasquez ↳ “Ooooh my name is Jonas and I love idealism and reading ‘The Class Struggle’. I don’t like plastic and use a skateboard made of sustainable wood. I wear second hand clothes because new clothes are bad for the environment and I only drink recirculated water.”
Noctis: It was funny at first, but it’s getting out of hand, Gladio. You should probably stop walking around shirtless. Gladio: Why? I’m fresh and comfy like this. Prompto: I mean, not that I agree with Noct, but…it’s Altissia and people stare. Gladio: There’s no shirt that’s worthy of my body. Noctis: There’s none you like? Gladio: None that looks greater on me than my body does on its own. Ignis: … Ignis: You know what do would look great on you, though? Noctis: Ignis, no. Ignis: Me. Gladio: Ignis yes.
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All of the furniture in Byron’s house is made of metal. There are cushions, of course, but all of the supports are metal.
It’s not an aesthetic decision. When someone asks why, he simply opens his wallet and hands them an old photograph. It features Roark (who couldn’t have been more than 4 at the time), his newly hatched Cranidos, and piles and piles of broken wooden furniture. Turns out Cranidoses don’t see any difference between the trees they headbutt to train and the wood that makes up a dining room table, for example. The pair got through two whole rooms before the destruction was halted.
nothing made sense and nothing was fair. she had done everything right. she got completely sober, she took her vitamins, she ate everything the internet told her would be good for the baby, and she went to every doctor’s appointment. she read the books, she did the research. never in her life had she taken something so seriously. yet, somehow, she had still managed to fuck it all up.
“’My apologies for my absence today, dearest Readers,’
“the Host starts, perhaps a little awkwardly as he shuffles into his office from his library, a blanket draped over his shoulders. ‘But I must be saying goodnight. I made an excellent recovery from my bad mood last week, partly thanks to you all, but for some reason it has returned even worse than before. I don’t know what’s causing this or why I am feeling so bad, but currently the world’s just not working with me. However I don’t think I have writer’s block as I am, meaning I should be able to write for the event and answer questions just fine, given I can muster the motivation to do those things. I will try my best, and judging from how supportive you all have been in the past, I’m sure you’ll understand. My apologies for all of this though; even though it’s not my fault, I still feel kind of bad for it. But… I suppose there’s not much I can do now. I will be seeing you all later, and I hope you all have better days/nights than I’ve been having. Goodnight, my dear Readers. Goodnight.’“