“I doubt that.” He heard Soap mutter, and Ghost let go of the button, frowning underneath his mask. He wasn’t pretty. The years of war and torture had made sure of that. But he’d heard once that confidence was key, so he always pretended. Pretended not to care, pretended he was prettier than he was, pretended that he was an emotionless bastard. But somehow…Soap was breaking his masks, literally and metaphorically. And he felt better than he had in years, just from hearing Soap talk, from Soap existing in his general vicinity.
I was scrolling on Twitter and saw a post that asked if we ever think about post-rumbling where Reiner asked Armin and Mikasa if Bertholdt had any last words...
... and the answer being, "Yeah, he called out for you and Annie."
Jeeze louis, why you gotta demolish my feelings on a perfectly decent Saturday while I work?
"Cole are you okay?" No, in playing final fantasy 7 I've learned things. In kingdom hearts 2, cloud is dressed in his Advent children clothes and everything is starting to make sense.
Head in my hands Andrew Hussie is hitting me with perfectly aimed psychic attack yet again. You KNOW the only reason she isn't calling them beans and cinnamon rolls is because the words hadn't been invented yet
Laerryn and Loquatius as Avalir crumbles but it’s the ending of the Brave Shine music video by Aimer.
You know, this video.
Two people just smiling and crying as they embrace, just accepting their end, knowing they can’t escape but at least they’re together, ash and fire crashing around them.
I love Laerryn and Loquatius so much. They really went out side by side, expressing their love to each other as they and the city became nothing.
okay. so i was finishing good omens. and as i’m sitting there watching the saddest scene to ever exist a car drives by fucking BLASTING space song by beach house. and then has to stop at the intersection next to my house. so i am not in the slightest bit exaggerating when i say this is the torture i was subjected to.
whump prompt that totally did NOT happen to me today:
whumpee goes roller skating. within 30 seconds they absolutely eat shit and fall right on their tailbone and they see their life flash before their eyes and they hear a suspicious sounding crunch when they fall and their tailbone hurts for hours afterward with so signs of stopping
it's so urugh how difficult i find it to create these days. i used to draw all the time, i used to love writing and i go weeks without doing that now and when i finally do something it feels like it took so much out of me and it took TOO long and i just miss being able to make stuff...