#dont.

[yescking]

a good idea?

[mymrytel]

there are many things to be taken from this clip

1. - apparently scars shirt never was unbuttoned, the button actually flew off BECAUSE it was buttoned. what does that suggest? you tell me.

2. while talking about scars shorts, if you pay attention, cub appears, walks up behind scar and crouches to look under scars elytra before asking if the outfit is rented or bought, which scar replies with "its rented, but i can buy it" where he makes a weirdly thoughtful "hm," at.

3. cub, i know what you are.

[slime-sandwhich-nom]

Headcanon that they have a weekly hangout on sunday

[pinacoladamatata]

long solas be upon ye

[simplydnp]

"everything's a reference" stfu rn

[poohadventuresinseamajors]

Cantorine Rob

&

Hawltsune Joeku

[bedforddanes75]

i am SICK OF THEM

[wulfhalls]

listen to me, how many predator, alien, planet of the apes, tron, godzilla and kong, etc. movies have there been? star wars is getting a sequel to the sequel trilogy. wb turned the hobbit into a trilogy because there was no official sequel to lotr otherwise they would have made that. capitalism is going to get children of dune made mark my words.

[glitchneedles]

you came back to me....

but you want me to shake away these feelings and thoughts. i know you do.

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damn you.

i hate you.

i missed you.

fuck you.

i like you.

youre the fucking worst.

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[beano5]

I did the thing .Yay!!!!

[aspiringhexgirl]

[monards]

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[desire-mona]

At least it’s special art school

theres gonna be so many gay ppl

[tamorisana]

Stupid.

This is stupid.

He stands on the cold floors of the train station, cold and late. The smell of petrichor is awfully strong. It just rained and it rained heavily. The usually-typical weather for London.

When was the last time he looked around? Looked at his work?

Ghost still keeps the carefully drawn layouts of the building before him. He knows, to this day remembers every single office space he made on paper, every single rosette in the waiting area, and every single trip he had to choose the best materials out of the best. Front of the main traveling station is a majestic mix of Renaissance and Gothic styles, his favorite, completed with matching landscaping and interior design to which, he has to give credit to whomever Price found for the job. His favorite project was the biggest project after the wars.

The robotic hand takes his ticket, checking, making sure it corresponds with the existing entry. "Good evening." The mechanical voice doesn't sound mechanical at all. Since when? "Please move forward, to your train №29636 "London — Glasgow" is stationed on track 7." The ticket is partially ripped but still valid for him to pass.

He hoped it would fail.

Price is stupid for even suggesting it.

"You should take a vacation." Is said between the huffs, voice is heavy with overnight coffee drive, the unfinished project laying before the bearded man. He still kept those stupid mutton chops. "You'll work yourself to death and I need my best lieut—" The cut-off is sharp. No more titles.

"Architect. I need you in a full working condition, Simon, not living on coffee, cigarettes and hope of maybe getting a new tattoo." Since when did he care so much? A long time. It's very... touching? but he's right.

He's right, like always right. That never changed, from the moment Price found him tied to the wall in that fucking basement, through the trenches and heli travels, to now. Now being in a good, famous even, studio? Office? God knows what they are.

Rejuvenate Structures.

"I have a place. Calm, far away from people, just how you like." he doesn't remember when Price wasn't this warm man who needs help with small details on the showcasing models, man who hated asking for help when he couldn't even close his hand into the fist. Man who sometime ago killed and destroyed in mourning.

War destroyes everything. Buildings, villages and cities, countries, people and their lives. Everything. Including you. Something inside you dies with people you kill or couldn't save. It's different when you didn't see the destroyed housing and rotting bodies, it's as if all of these are far away, with people who you don't know.

They can't bring back people.

But they can repair at least something. Make a better place and keep the guilt away. Keep the stupid figures of dead people he sees in his office during his all-nighters out of these walls.

"Sure. Whatever." You'll never be able to regret a decision so much.

Hope of getting a new tattoo with his initials or stupid soap stuff always dies last. It died once for sure.

Gaz is stupid for supporting it.

Messenger bag lands on the floor, heavy with the textbooks, notebooks and laptop. How does Kyle even manage to survive five classes with such heavy bag? How do you run from campus to campus with that thing?

Kyle always liked the feeling of the heavy gear, made it even more heavy with extra stuff that they almost never needed. "It's grounding." no one says otherwise.

"You look like death sometimes." he was the death at some point. "I think Price is right for sending you for a vacation." He sips his tea out of cup their Captain Boss made during the physical therapy for hand nerve damage.

Simon doesn't remember how they started these tea drinking parties. Stupid Fucking brits and things you do. It just happened. Kyle was exhausted. Simon was on edge and out of coffee. It happened once. Then again and once again. What do they say? Once an accident. Two coincidence. Three is a pattern. Fifty Sixth this year is a tradition.

You'd need five cups of tea to substitute a cup of coffee. A scientifically proven fact.

As long as you call Simon McTavish a science.

"You're just bitter he can't and won't do the same for you since you are in school."

"Oh shut the fuck up, Riley." Not a Riley anymore. Riley is dead. MIA. Would probably be presumed KIA for sure.

[a-ikuoliver]

luke close ur eyes when i post this LMAO