Ahhh!!! Anxiety And Add Nervous Energy From This Quarantine And Not Wanting To Actually Go Into Work

perfuma: i don’t have a seat

scorpia: you can sit on my lap

perfuma, blushing: thanks

sea hawk: i don’t have a seat either

mermista: stand then

Literally me 

Me at 14 years old playing as female Shepard in Mass Effect and realising I could romance Liara like

That glow up! First picture was taken in 2012, second picture today. Guess which one is happier?

I think, therefore I am (exhausted)

Early Dark Rey concepts by Adam Brockbank

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Track: ‘Soldiers’ - Otherwise

Wolffe didn’t understand what was happening when Plo Koon was suddenly handing him his lightsaber. And he still couldn’t quite put the pieces together when he noticed Cody go flying through the air under Padawan Tano’s guiding force. But he definitely understood the tightness of fear in his chest when Rex and Cody ran directly at the Sith Lord who had just beaten one of the strongest Jedi he knew to exist.

“Son,” Plo Koon's voice cut through Wolffe's fear, a sense of calm in his storm, and dragged Wolffe back to the Kel Dor and his offered saber. “Your family needs you.”

Wolffe's world shifted to an odd halt as he considered what was happening. Thoughts that haunted him flooded through him, bit at the edges of his mind with doubt. What was he going to do? What could he ever do?

Wolffe has felt useless before, has lost everything in an instant. He has watched his brothers die often enough to wade constantly in hopelessness. And he remembers fruitlessly hugging his brothers close when they were all just cadets, wishing for an option other than the trials for war. There were so many times Wolffe, the supposed strong and intimidating commander he was, had only felt pointless and worthless. So many times he had cried to the galaxy to give them all something to hope for, something to make all the pain worth it.

And yet, Wolffe realized in a bright instant, he always had it. In his stillness he remembered how Plo Koon called him son, and meant it as much as Wolffe did calling Plo his Buir. How after each battle he would come back to the 104th and be greeted with just as much warmth from his brothers as respect, finding strength in each other. That at the end of the day, it was his family that had always kept him fighting, striving to stay hopeful and survive. It always had been and always will be his family that makes this life worth living, and he would do anything and everything to keep it that way.

Wolffe locked eyes with Plo Koon for a moment just long enough to convey everything he knew the Jedi could already see clearly. And as the world came crashing back to him he took the saber without an ounce of hesitation. 

Every time I see Lana I say very quietly to myself “Let’s go lesbians”

(Elliot catches Alex trying to look good for Liv)

"Thanks." Elliot ended his fourth phone call. Another dead end with no luck. Hopefully Olivia was faring better with the victim. It was the last lead they had.

He groaned at the ache in his bladder. "Gotta piss." He said to himself and walked out of the squadroom with a stretch. He stepped into the hallway and stopped in his tracks at an unexpected sight.

Fixing her lipstick in the reflection of the office's framed "INTEGRITY" poster was none other than their A.D.A. She stood alone in the hall (or so she thought), fluffing her hair to the perfect point and combing it away from her eyes.

His brow raised as she took off her glasses and stowed them in her bag, tousling her hair a little more with both hands. She looked down her black shirt and tugged a button out of its hole, widening the collar just a bit.

"Liv's not here." He sucked in a smile as Alex snapped out of her makeup session and whipped around to him.

She recomposed herself with a clear of her throat but her words took a second to come. "...A-And?"

Elliot stuck his hands in his pockets but stayed quiet.

"I was fixing my collar."

"Okay."

Alex took a breath. "Well, do you guys have any new leads for me? I'm running dry and court's in a few days."

"Liv's finishing up with the victim."

Elliot's cellphone beeped and he pulled it out of his pocket.

"Look at that."

He read a message.

"Look at what?" Alex said walking to him.

"My partner worked her magic again. Victim's agreed to testify."

"Seriously? Tell her I owe her."

Elliot typed and dictated out loud as he went. "Alex says she owes you...dinner at her place--"

"What?! Elliot stop joking."

"Whoops...my thumb slipped."

Their gazes met and Alex paled. "You did not."

*bing*

"Let me see it." Alex snatched the phone from Elliot's hand. On the screen one word, 'Huh?'

Alex skimmed through the previous messages in disbelief. "Oh my God." She said and tugged at her collar to relieve the sauna starting under her shirt. She breathed and hastily typed a message. "Alex did not say that, your partner is being an asshole." She readily hit send and threw Elliot a disapproving glance.

*bing*

'Oh, that's too bad. I'm hungry.'

Her eyes widened a little at the reponse. She cursed under her breath and put a hand over her eyes. "What have you done?"

"She likes Italian." Elliot said knowingly and Alex met his gaze with a furrow in her brow. She thought for a second then typed a response.

'Rossini's?'

*bing*

'Sounds great. I'm almost back. Tell my asshole partner he'll be filing today's report.'

Alex smiled. "Olivia wants you to know you're filing today's report."

Elliot gave a "so what" shrug and started down the hall. "Keep the glasses. She likes 'em."

Alex clenched her jaw, still holding Elliot's phone in her hand.

lucerys with his mother rhaenyra and his father alicent, they're a happy family btw