#fghtfr

[verumheart-a]

{🍃}- Sounds like someone’s asking to be Ultima Cannoned.

[aptlyattorney]

you can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to 🎵🎶 make a new post, hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 10 songs , then tag 10 people . No skipping !

tagged by: @fghtfr​ tagging:  if you’re musically inclined, clap your hands,

Funny Honey -Chicago

Rolling In The Deep - Adele

Flapper Girl- The Lumineers

I Love It - Icona Pop

I Really Wanna Love Somebody ~ Maroon 5

Big Enough - Kirin J Callinan

It’s All Over But The Crying-  The Ink Spots

We Both Reached For The Gun - Chicago

Gone, Gone, Gone, - Phillips Phillips

Saddle Tramp - Marty Robbins

[reincarneth-moved]

fghtfr replied to your post: “Do I actually give off bottom energy?”

Sora vc I dunno, which bunk do you like better??

Oh you sweet summer child.

[verumheart-a]

"I've had the urge to eat an entire tub of ice cream, so I will. I'm half way done, no one can stop me now!" Sora shovels another spoonful into his mouth. Will he regret this later? Probably. Does he care? Not one bit. // momqua STOP him

{💧}- “Sora, stop!” Aqua hastily snatched the tub of ice cream from the younger wielder, keeping it above his reach.

“You’re going to make yourself sick doing that. Why are you even trying to eat this much ice cream by yourself in one sitting?” Had something happened? Was he eating his feelings? Was he really just this impulsive of a child...?

[lordofoblivion]

@fghtfr​

// you're so valid......

;u;

@darkheartedprince​

//but you did the world a favour

Bold of you to think I’m sharing.

[aptlyattorney]

@fghtfr​ continued from here

Confronting him in a conversation had been its’ own hurdle for the past few weeks.  For the last day or so he’d been trying to just come to terms again that this adventure in Khura’in wasn’t just a step into a fairytale- and that  he had come back alive and well.

Lunch had been an agreed time to visit, and the park was full of activity. “You certainly sound like you believe that. Sure you weren’t a car salesman in another life?” It’s dry, a dig at their shared experience in being surrounded by an overtly spiritual country not too long ago. Exhaling. His fore-knuckle is lodged between his teeth before he releases it to  speak again.

“ I honestly don’t know that I see you like my father all the time.  I know that we’re related by blood but. I’m ...  struggling to think of...  how  that’s relevant to me now.  It’s great that you’re here, I’m glad I’m not the only Justice in existence...”

[valorandgold-archived]

@fghtfr​  ♥

“Ah, hey Claude! Good to see you!” It would be an understatement to say Morgan had a good deal of admiration for him. His seemingly casual nature was rather deceiving at a glance. He drew respect from those who knew him well enough, and he had a keen mind that was always ready to plot something and had something clever in store when it was necessary. That said, it was never difficult to tell there was something under the surface that he didn’t show or speak of often, but Morgan could never quite put a finger on what, though. Morgan, on the other hand, well, he sort of wore his heart on his sleeve, and if he was worried about something, it was typically about one very specific thing. After all, the stigma still lingered, though it hadn’t had too much of an impact on his relationships with people at the monastery yet, thankfully...but there were always those who were familiar with what happened and would have nothing to do with him...which is what had brought the aspiring tactician to his house’s leader in the first place.

“I...actually wanted to talk to you, if you have the time, but about something a bit more serious than usual, and nothing to do with tactics this time, either.” He hoped that telling Claude about his troubles wouldn’t burden him too much, but there was really no better person he could turn to than the one who everyone would eventually look to as the main figurehead of the alliance.

[valorandgold-archived]

@fghtfr​ asked:

"Why, hello there! Nice hat." Clay cocks his head to the side, smiling. "My name's Clay. What's yours?" A hand is offered to shake. "You look a little lost. If you need someone to show you around, I know the space center like the back of my hand." // two for the price of one! clay is a sucker for cute girls and junie is no exception uwu

“Hmm? Oh, uh, thank you!” Most people didn’t actually comment on her sunflower-adorned hat, so it was a bit of a change-of-pace for someone to take note of it and offer a compliment toward it. Juniper Woods was essentially never seen without sunflowers somewhere on her person, usually on her hat or in her hair. “Clay? Oh! You must be Apollo’s best friend he always keeps talking about! Clay Terran, right? I didn’t recognize you at first!”

A soft, red glow crept its way into Juniper’s cheeks as she formulated an introduction of her own. “I, um, I don’t know if Apollo has mentioned me at all, but I’m Juniper Woods, Athena’s best friend, and both she and Apollo defended me in a murder trial once.” Well, Athena had done so twice actually, but that was semantics. “But actually, no, I’m not lost. I just...hadn’t gotten a chance to revisit this place since the bombing trial happened, so I’ve been sort of wandering through and revisiting places I’ve been before...mainly the museum and the robotics lab.” The brunette still couldn’t keep from wondering who would look after the robots now, considering Metis had been the victim during the first bombing seven years ago, while Aura was in jail for the extreme actions she resorted to for Simon’s sake.