#voss

[beastars-dump]

Beastars x How I met your mother: Reasons to have sex.

inspired by @incorrect-beastars

[mariean2inette]

Karen Elson for Alexander McQueen, SS01

[aubeezz]

Ahhh mr captain voss ..

[joking-hazard]

Starscream isn’t a good person, he takes his issues out on others, he has his good moments, his bad moments. Nonetheless everyone faces the consequences of their actions eventually.

[ktadge]

Voss, Norway, with my Mamiya C330

@kevintadge

[theexistance]

It had been a few days since his odd kidnapping encounter with Nublo, but something about it just wouldn't leave his head. Call it idiocy, or overthinking, or even just loneliness but... he kept thinking about the mans behavior when he was let go. How awkward it was. How sad.

While at the grocery store the other day he had seen a small gift basket, the kind with random fruit and chocolate that you get for like new neighbors or a coworkers birthday, something for someone you dont know. Not really sure why, he bought it.

Now, standing outside the warehouse he had been tied up in with the basket, he's thinking his curiosity is definitely going to get him killed.

- Henchman Voss 🐧 @variousvossivixens

The warehouse stood empty and silent in the late afternoon sunlight. It wasn't the prettiest part of the city, but it wasn't quite dark enough for the under-city to come to life.

"Looking for someone?"

Voss was startled by a sudden voice behind him. Perhaps he had forgotten how silently the young man had moved the night before, or perhaps the quiet streets had lulled his reflexes. Either way, he had no warning until Nublo spoke.

He stood behind Voss with a backpack slung over one shoulder and a disposable coffee cup in one hand. If Voss had not seen him the night before he would have looked like any other teenaged vampire.

[adoghurtling]

there's something so. fucked. about the jedi knight storyline on voss. you are fresh off the emperor's leash, grieving actions that were not your own but the blood is still on your hands. everyone says this confluence of events is emerging around you and your crew. you are going to save the galaxy. but how can you save the galaxy when you can barely save yourself? you are drowning in grief and guilt and something else, something rancid. anger. you didn't choose to fall to the dark side. you didn't choose to be the one who will kill the emperor. the force chose for you. and then you're on voss, where the force is alive and vibrant in ways you've never experienced, where the gulf between light and dark doesn't feel so clear-cut, and there's all this talk of prophecy, of visions and fate. you're lost. you're drowning. you are alone in this massive undertaking, and you would do anything, anything, to go back, to become the version of yourself who had never stepped foot in the emperor's fortress, but you can't. this is who you are now. meanwhile, tala-reh accepts her fate so gracefully. it is the will of the mystics; it is as the visions foretold. she is the sacrifice that will ensure peace, just as you are the sacrifice that, in a few years' time, will unite the galaxy under one banner. you are not yourself; you are a vessel through which the force works its will. you should be grateful, shouldn't you? but you are not grateful. you are angry. you cannot sleep without hearing the emperor's voice in your head, and when you close your eyes, images assault you like strikes of a saber. the shrine. the vision. you stab the emperor through the heart. death is all that remains, and you will not kill me. you are not yourself; you are a vessel through which the force works its will.

[zegalba]

Alexander McQueen: The Cuirass (Glass Bodice) for 'Voss' Spring/ Summer 2001.