o(| That’s not how it works!! |)o
o(| Um, because because because because—…because it’s my stuff, I can do what I want with it! |)o
ThaTs exacTly how IT works!
and I don’T care If IT Is your sTuff!
If IT means so much To you I’ll force you To The ground and fuckIng feed IT To you!Source: amorsinistra
o(| Stutter? ssstutterstutter—|)o
o(| ffff—ffucknig stutter? |)o
o(| No, I don’t…understand why you’d say that!! All I ssaid is that I want to sell the things I make BecauseBecauseBecause they don’t pile up everywhere!! |)o
well I was here fIrsT dIpshIT!
and ThaT makes you compeTITIon!
and compeTITIon geTs punched In The dIck!Source: amorsinistra
London Comic Con October 2013
Hot fucking DAMN Assassins from all over the world and a shitton of different time periods?!
Rifle Assassin in the third gif could get it so hard.
NOW I WANNA DO A MEXICAN REVOLUTION ASSASSIN OMFG
COWBOY ASSASSIN THO
SOLDIER ASSASSIN THO
OK, can I say I love this not just because of the variation of time periods and the awesome shooting but because all of the assassin cosplayers are visually different
not only is there a good amount of women in there, but also everybody has a lot of bodily variation and different silhouettes, they’re cosplayers, REAL PEOPLE dressing up rather than video game people or specifically-cast models or actors picked to look a certain way, so we get so much more of an organic variety.
And it doesn’t matter if ANYONE thinks they don’t look ‘right’, when you’re shot this way, when you work it, when you’re confident, you can be of any body type and you will always look awesome.
(via treacheriesarchitect)Source: ssophoo
=/=this evening has been fairly uneventful=/=
=/=would anyone be interested in talking?=/=
Everything was shit, but at least she was there with you. You were better on this ship ride than on the first, sitting quietly in the small shuttle, a tin can rocketing through empty black nothingness at incredible speeds.
Your apprenticeship was going smoothly, it wasn’t much longer now. Your project had been decided, a location chosen, and now it was time to get building. You were off to Entertainment Planet 6 to oversee the crews and manage the project from the ground. Morgan had insisted on coming along, although not just because she was the sole benefactor of the project. There had been rebel militia activity in the area, and wouldn’t have let you go on your own.
Not that you wanted to go on your own. No, company was welcome -especially Morgan, who your time with was sporadic at best.
You thumbed through the documentation about the planet and area on your tablet, eager to touch down soon.
This whole thing was terrible. Her position was pretty cushy as it was. Watching young Trolls join the fleet, hunting down the ones who ran. She wasn’t exactly FOND of the job, but it was easy. It kept money flowing into her bank, and kept her active enough to keep her mind off of things.
And now Mellam was going off to some planet to start her own project… whatever it was, quite honestly, Morgan hadn’t been paying attention when the greenblood talked about it. Something about rebels and guard duty or whatever. Rebels weren’t exactly a threat most of the time. MOST of the time, they were smart enough to keep to their holes and not do anything that might draw attention to themselves.
But she got to spend time with Mellam and probably crack a few skulls. She’d see if there were any “unofficial” fighting arenas that she could let off some steam in. Without a moirail, it was about the next best thing for keeping herself in check.
Looking down at Mellam, she arched a brow. The two of them would definitely stick out. Well, she would… Given her height and her choice of apparel.
"So are you… nervous…?"
She asked rather casually. Honestly, she couldn’t stand the vessels they sent anyone down in. Cramped, tight, and uncomfortable. It was hard to breathe, though it was usually a short trip.Source: treacheriesarchitect
aLL OF THEM
that is hardly an appropriate response >:u