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[newtcnscamandcr]

if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks

[pharahsmom]

Headcanon + Hana Song

Send me a word plus ‘Headcanon’ and I’ll give a headcanon based on that word.

Hana is someone Ana has concerns for, if only for her background in something completely non-combative, nor had she interest in serving but was forced to take a role in the fight. She doesn’t know the girl terribly well, but she does her best, once again, to keep an eye on her and her mecha in combat. 

[db-blurry-blog]

SO N GO FTH E D AY

[shxos-blog1]

                                                   winding down our                                                      e m o t i o n s

                                                          family                                                             and                                                          friends                                                        becoming                                                        g h o s t s                                                       to dream of

                                                  and past on time                                                          we erase                                                            every                                                           f a c e                                                            every                                                          n a m e

                                                      we are alone                                                           no one                                                         to blame

[churumisama]

I'm always paranoid, that she's somehow watching me. Follows me on Twitter, asking if I miss her, Hashtag #setmefree.  She Googles my name, just to keep some tabs on me. She's not your average lady, she's fucking crazy. - Someone help me please.

Falling in Reverse - Bad Girls Club

[gasxmask]

There is a voice ringing through the Old District. It houses a strange accent, one not found commonly in that area and belongs to a tanned skinned young man. He's skipping down one of the empty alleyways, singing to himself in the language of his home. His bare feet press against the wet concrete with no complaint and he holds close to him a satchel that almost seems to wriggle in complaint. Passing by a large building he pauses, still singing to himself. Do you approach? - barrelsofinsanity

      A questioning gaze was cast in the boy’s direction, wondering whether or not he was the owner of that voice. It was almost as pure as his own, he felt, only the melody he was humming was more upbeat and cheerful compared to his own. It was quite a joy to listen to.       Were it not to have been for his curiosity, he wouldn’t have been leaning off the side of the roof in the first place. The weight he applied to one of the tiles (well he had to balance himself somehow) was the reason it snapped in half and he slipped, falling at quite an alarming rate. Eventually, he struck the ground a few inches from the boy’s feet. Were he to have stopped just a moment later then chances were he would have landed on top of him. Clear merely lay there for a second, letting his data catch up with what had happened. It wasn’t long before it did and the pain - though delayed - began to register.       ”Itai~~” whined the male, slowly but surely propping himself up. His voice resembled that of a child who had fallen off his bike. “Why is my luck so bad?” He wouldn’t dwell on it long, though, as he soon noticed there was someone standing a few feet away from him. “Ah~ Konnichiwa~”  he chirped, almost as if nothing happened. “I must have startled you. Gomen!”  

[gasxmask]

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

            ——- “Jellyfish~”                             Give him a second.