#vincent.

[sri-rachaa]

Vincent’s really The Romantic of the redacted boys and I cannot be told otherwise.

[choicescreen]

@holyrots

his flashlight nearly goes flying. " shit! " safe to say he didn't expect to see another person. his hand clutches at his chest. all he's missing is a string of pearls. once he's caught his breath, he manages a feeble, " you ought to wear a bell. "

[makoblue]

[ TIDY ]: the sender reaches forward and lightly sweeps something from the receiver's shoulder.

Not knowing what goes on in other people's heads generally doesn't bother him much. Concerning himself with what anybody thinks starts and ends with whether or not he needs to consider them a threat. 

If threat, handle it. If not threat, ignore it. 

Easy. 

Simple. 

No need to worry about anything complicated that comes in between. People can remain their own enigmas. Occasionally, people go out of their way to demystify themselves for him, and that is empirically the worst.

Vincent Valentine is an enigma, and Cloud happens to care very much about whatever the gunman may be thinking about. It’s a little alarming, but there’s a higher chance of Ifrit freezing over on a hot day than sharing said concerns with anyone other than himself. 

All the man did was brush a little bit of dirt off his shoulder. Silently, like a shadow, without a word or even a whisper. 

Normally, unprompted physical contact calls for a stern warning, or, depending on how sour his mood is and how high the perpetrator sits on his list of ‘People Who Are Very Annoying’, a brief thrashing.

None of those urges come to mind.

“Uh, thanks.”

[byrdt]

[widows-gleek]

my friend won’t even give the destiel nsfw art i sent them a chance ughhhh i hate my life

[viclentxdelights]

who: @cantfightmoonlight -- meena where: town hall

“Madam Mayor,” Vincent greeted. The last few days had been difficult -- more than difficult, if he was being honest -- and Vincent was just getting around to checking in on the people he considered to be allies, friends even. He felt guilty about it, as if he’d abandoned them, but when danger had struck, his every thought had been on his daughter. Was still on his daughter. Maybe that made him an unsuitable leader. Maybe leadership demanded that he put aside all personal attachments and focus solely on carrying out his duties. It was a thought that had been rattling around his mind for a few days now, one that he hadn’t quite come to a resolution over. So, instead, he’d settled on doing the one thing that always could get him out of his own thoughts -- focusing on someone else’s problems. “You look like you could use a drink... Or seven.”

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[unleashed-imagination]

Bookstores always remind me that there are good things in this world.

— Vincent van Gogh

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price at the opening of The Tingler (1959)

[strokeofserenity]

Vincent Van Gogh

[cringefailprincess]

he just likes being included

(now with a part 2)

[deviika]

Vincent Van Gogh // Clarice Lispector

[choicescreen]

@timeloooop, cont.

a double act. that's just what he needed. identical twins make everything so confusing.

vincent rubs at his eye with his knuckle like a tired child. "i have a bad habit of doing that."

[mournfulroses]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay

[nendracula]

sam stardew valley they could never make me hate you