luca posting on main on this fine friday morning

Oscar’s and Lando’s personalities summed up in one photo 😭

now that we've got robbie again, i would like to petition us to turn our attention to getting aimee carrero back at the table full time because

i love her to death

she's funny

she's a shit-stirrer

she's magnificent at the table

LOOK AT HER

There are only two moods.

Jed finds The Corinthian’s Multiverse of Madness joke funny

*When asked about Sonic*

Chaos Sonic: Hah. So we're still talking about that blue pitstain? Whatever. He can be fun to toy with, sure, but he's old news. Last year's model. A failure of a friend and a passable hero. Nine wants him alive for "some reason"—that involves his "intense attachment"—so I won't kill him or anything. I'll leave him alone in a room with Nine over my dead body—or my best friend's wishes, since I cannot bear to refuse him. If I could, though, I'd love the chance to "play" with him some, "rough him up" a little as payback for how he treated my best friend.

Alpha Grim Sonic (answering via writing it down, sign language, transmission, whatever because he's mute): You refer to the blue hedgehog. Once upon a time, my master, Nine, seemed to be troubled when thinking of him. There was a time when Sonic brought a fight to our doorstep, but no matter how Sonic may have hurt him in the past, he has chosen to preserve my master's life. Nine seems to trust him, and Sonic has not threatened his life. So, as I do not have the capacity to experience such things as "emotions", and they would not matter even if I did have the ability, I do not mind if my master associates with Sonic the Hedgehog. If Nine is happy, and the hedgehog does not intend harm upon him, then all is well.

ㅤ

*When asked about Shadow*

Chaos Sonic: Oh, he's that black hedgehog, right?! Seems cool! I'd love to race him sometime. Of course, I'll fight him too if he intends to lay a finger on my best buddy, but all is well if he plays nice.

Alpha Grim Sonic (answering not by speaking, because he is mute): Shadow the Hedgehog. You do refer to the black hedgehog, do you not? If he intends to bring harm upon my master again, I will not hesitate in removing him. He has not received forgiveness for trying to kill my master during the war. Nine surely allows him to live because he is gracious, but if he so commanded me to I would rip the hedgehog him limb from limb. It is my duty to do what my master commands, and I will be ready should the hedgehog try anything or should my master finally revoke his trust in him.

nun swat team show, save me

Margo is everything. Sergei is just Ken.

EJ: Aww, Liu, you had a crush on me? EJ: That's embarassing! Liu: We're married. EJ: Still~...

Everyone talking about Chris Cornell

sam’s almost convinced himself that the tape just randomly fell into his hands last night. 

it’s a bleeding morning ;  orange light and creeping shadows,  spindly fingers stretched across the horizon.  he’s picked frost–dry knuckles raw in an effort not to resort to the crumpled pack of smokes at the bottom of his bookbag.  corinne has mentioned that getting caught with cigarettes at school could get him in bad trouble.  namely,  detention   ‒‒‒‒‒   which seemed a far less attractive concept before sam heard levi hayes be sentenced to it for caving some kid’s face in.  wiping clammy palms on porous denim,  sam stares holes into the asphalt between his scuffed shoes,  remembering ( ... ) as the floodlights on the football field die in favour of the rising sun. 

he couldn’t have done it himself,  what levi did   ‒‒‒‒‒   sam’s never fought back against or stood up to anyone.  except once,  but that rebellion left no one bleeding but himself.  he’s jealous and awestruck and sorry,  and there’s not a chance in hell he’ll be able to play that casual at all.  because this is a pretty big deal.  limited edition.  and sam (very famously,  to his own detriment) hasn’t really talked to anyone at school yet.  he’d prefer to have saved that for graduation.  or the next time he needs to find weed.

but by the time levi’s car peels into the parking lot,  coming to a stop all crooked between the pale white stripings,  sam has made up his mind.  it’s cool,  after all.  he just coincidentally found the tape laying around when he was closing up shop,  and his sister didn’t want it anymore,  and he himself for some reason doesn’t,  either,  so he brought it here.  because he also coincidentally remembered that levi would break someone’s nose for that tape.  and that,  coincidentally,  meant something to sam when that cover began to haunt him from its place on the shelf.  it’s meant something to him since levi’s fist hit its target,  all the way up to now. 

with a minute shiver and the cloudy exhalation of a bad word,  sam pushes off the hood of corinne’s car and grabs the very offering he intends to make with the shrug of his shoulders,  like it isn’t a big deal at all   ‒‒‒‒‒   like that tape doesn’t weigh a ton in his hand and he can’t feel bile rising in his throat.  all cool. 

he’s tapping on the driver’s side window before he can think better of it.  or think about booking a flight home.  behind the glass, with helpless eyes   ‒‒‒‒‒   this poor,  poor thing,  barely a person yet ;  pale skin,  wispy hair and dark circles in the newborn winter light.  he takes some empty breaths,  then proffers the tape like a magical boon,  a shield to guard him.    ❛❛  i heard you lost yours.  ❜❜

﹙   ＊   ﹚      &*  @daevilhorns:      𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙.