#fghtfr

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

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

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

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

;u;

@darkheartedprince​

//but you did the world a favour

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.

“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.

@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!”