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Hekarro: Brings back memories of your own Kulrut, doesn’t it?
Kotallo: Things were simpler then.
i mean… this man’s definition of ‘simpler’ is a time when he was freshly exiled from his home, betrayed by someone he viewed as a father - all after fighting in a bloody war against another tribe who sought to enslave them for blood sacrifice
sure, in some ways it might've been ’simpler’ than the current situation, but still, my dude lacks an appropriate definition of ‘simple’
Sharkkit and smokekit because they turned a year old today
Yo the love Gaara first accepted was from Naruto.
Eowyn: "The city has fallen silent. There is no warmth left in the sun."
Faramir: "It is only the damp of the first spring rain. I do not believe this darkness will endure.
Speaking of JBL, that scene WJA had with her mom when she thought her mom drowned was so raw like damn. I thought she was still a little bit awkward with the romance i.e. kiss scenes, but that girl can /act. I hope we see more of her. And Junho too obviously, but he honestly kills every role he played? Such a good actor, with the potential to become truly great.
I know exactly which scene you’re talking about. My heart hurt so much for her! She was such an amazingly strong person, going around being the light that every person needed.
I do understand that she wasn’t the best at the romance scenes. She did have that scared look but I mean, Junho is probably pretty intimidating to have to kiss especially in front of like 20 camera and crew. I might pass out filming those scenes lol!
Lol post lunch thought.
Glen goes to the Crags post war, Arya’s been practically hiding there for 3 days since like a week after they got back and he’s concerned.
Cue Arya very stiffly not leaving a specific spot in the hut, arms behind her back, tightly answering questions on why the place looks like a tornado hit it (“raccoons. Through the window. A dozen of them.”), why she’s been avoiding everyone (“this place still sucks.”), and when she’s going to start doing the courier job again (“working on it.”)
And Glen is VERY suspicious, and point blank asks her what she’s hiding. When she says nothing he gets even more suspicious and after a series of questions….
“Glen I swear there’s noOW”
“…oh, do go on.”
“……You have to swear you won’t tell anyone about this unless I give you express permission.”
“Okay…*does a swear*”
“*long suffering sigh* Glenwing, I would like you to meet the newest member of ESO.”*takes arms from behind her back to reveal a yet-unnamed Firnen dangling off her forearm with his tail in her fist and his jaws latched on near her elbow*
“*looooooong dumbfounded stare before looking up at Arya* well…I can certainly see why he hatched for you. Such a resemblance!”
“Oh, bite mOW! String Bean!!”
“String Bean?!”
“He’s not old enough to pick a name yet! He responds to that well enough!”
Debrief Snippet #5 (no edits) (unsure if this is going to make it in) (Big Brother mode activated)
The doors to the hall suddenly burst open.
Glenwing lowered the foot he had used to kick them in, lightning in his eyes.
“Where the FUCK do ANY of you GET OFF?!”
“Glen, enough!” Arya was behind him, thankfully back to at least wearing pants. She grabbed his left wrist, trying to haul him back. “It’s over-”
He shrugged out of her grip, a fierce yank that nearly sent his usually steady commander sprawling. “That any of you have the fucking audacity–”
“Damn it, com’mere!” Arya scrambled after him as he marched toward the flabbergasted Lord Fiolr. “Glenwing! Stop! Stand down!” A half serious, desperate plea. “Heel?”
Däthedr moved to stop the enraged elf, but before he could there was an exasperated, “Oh, for fuckssake, don’t make me do this.” And the medic’s commander dropped to the floor, planted her hands in the moss and lashed out with an extended leg.
Glenwing crashed to the ground, swearing that rivaled Arya’s spewing from his lips. He was halfway up when the woman tackled him, wrestling for control.
“No, not happening, if I didn’t get to hit them then you sure as fuck don’t!”
“Get the fuck OFF, Arya, I’m not letting this–”
“Shut up! Stop iOW! That’s it, gimme your fuckin’ arm!” Glen yowled when Arya managed, with an impressive display of dexterity, to flip him into an armbar. It took a second more, her free hand scrabbling for something over his sleeve, and suddenly the woman released him. She bolted to her feet and scrambled for the doors.
“Give me back my fucking arm!”
Glenwing was up as well, staggering a few steps before regaining his footing as his commander slipped out, his prosthetic clenched in a deathgrip in her left hand. He barreled after her, sleeve loose, fury streaking his face and neck red.
The doors boomed shut.
Stunned silence fell.
