from wolf to lion

independent and private Squall Leonhart

[squinoas]

[rygdea-deactivated20210530]

Top 10 Male Characters (as voted by my followers):

#6. Squall Leonhart (Final Fantasy VIII)

[one-diagonal-scar]

パァン

[52085181411292113-deactivated20]

[sukorino]

雨のスコリノ

[alco-hollah]

Had to share this @WeHeartIt

[grungezobies13-blog]

gloomy days 🌧

[deactivated-blog]

Julia McNeill Into the Calm, 2014

[bottomdiluc]

[flyngdream]

Pavol Lastic - Zázrivá | gif by FD

[fragileheartxxx]

[grieverchain-blog]

TIDUS:

Tidus scowled a little at the question, mainly because it made him think of one of the few people he could definitely remember: His old man. Urgh. But sometimes…. Sometimes he thought he could remember other things, flashes of it. Kissing a girl underwater. Fighting monsters alongside six other people. But… But compared to what he remember of Zanarkand, those memories had to be made up or fake, right? They couldn’t be real! Even though, when he thought of the girl with heterocomia’s smile who he had kissed or a ginger haired man giving him a sword, or a man with a big red coat and a bad eye giving him a pat on the shoulder and asking “you okay?”  he wanted it to be real. So so much. The idea of having had a girlfriend, a brother and father-like figures was… Amazing. But they were flashes so brief, he couldn’t be sure if they had really happened or if… If they had been planted in his brain. 

The only thing he could be certain of was Jecht. 

“Mostly my scumbag old man. Sometimes I think I get flashes of more, but I have so little to go off of in those memories, who knows if they’re real?” Tidus sighed. He hated angsting on this for long. “What about you?”

AND THERE’S the other shoe. It’s a wonder that it’s taken this long for the question to finally crop up and it even surprises him that he’s the one who has to finally bring it up. When it comes to the inevitable, he’s always been of the opinion that it was just better to treat it like ripping off a band aid. But he’d been watching closely enough that he hadn’t missed that brief downward curl of his companion’s mouth when it became obvious that he was thinking of the past. Then it becomes obvious why it’s taken this long. 

“They probably are.” And he’s not sure if he’s speaking to himself or Tidus, but he’s not one for that kind of introspection. It’s a distraction, he knows it and still he can’t help himself from wondering about the MEANING behind his memories when things get too quiet. It’s why he hates it when they get these calms before the storm. It’s too much time to think and his mind’s always spinning into directions that would usually leave him sneering any other time. 

“I remember a girl.” Strangely he doesn’t seem to mind talking about her as he does with every other spectre of his past. Though he’s not an idiot about the implications, even speaking the words aloud makes them too obvious even to him, but he treads on regardless. “Black hair. Brown eyes. Always smiling. Mostly I remember being frustrated by her. And something else that’s supposed to be important with her. It’ll probably come to me eventually. Everything else is a blur.”

[lonestray]

By Mary Malinconico

[insane---world]

[quotemadness]

Acting like you don’t care is not letting it go.

Penelope Douglas (via quotemadness)

[grieverchain-blog]

XU:

She could sit, but she chooses not to, crutches uncomfortable beneath her arms and bearing more of her weight than she would like to admit. 

“There’s no problem,” she replies curtly. His title is omitted– he doesn’t deserve it, this blundering child who still looks like he’s struggling through the last bit of puberty. 

It’s a cruel thought, and it’s not completely honest, but it makes Xu feel a little better to think it. The door is shut; it’s enough of a reason to speak freely without waiting for permission. 

God, he’s five years younger than she is. If he wants her respect, he’s going to have to earn it.  

“I just need to know if you’re going to be willing to listen to people who know how Garden’s day to day operations run, or if you’re just going to sail on your celebrity and hope it doesn’t fail.”  

HE’S USED to being underestimated, by his enemies when it suited him best and even by his friends and allies. It’ll probably be like this for a while until he actually grows into his role as commander so that way he can actually look the part. A few more years and at least people will stop acting shocked when they realize the illustrious Commander of Garden is still a teen. But that’s a thought that nearly has his mouth twisting downwards with distaste. 

He doesn’t want the position and the responsibility that comes with it. Given the chance, he’d gladly hand the mantle over to Xu since she seems to so desperately want it. And that’s probably the biggest joke in the universe right now, second to the fact the fact that he’s dating a sorceress when he’s leading an organization founded to kill them. The memory of Cid seated in the infirmary with his shoulders slumped and looking as though he’s still trying to PIECE his world together sits clearly and strongly in his mind.  

“I was hoping that my record so far would speak for itself.” He’s careful to keep his expression neutral, but his grip on the back of the chair tightens. It’s always been said that he’s terrible at reading people, but he’d have to be blind and deaf to miss how poorly she seems to think of him. “I have no intentions of slacking off and I’m not a moron. If I don’t know something then I’ll ask and if you have something to say about the way I do things then I’ll listen.”

[wordsnquotes]

i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. (why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame.)

Jamie Oliveira, “Erosion” (via ofconvulsions)