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Reasons Why Chatri Wants To Hijack A Tank

Goldeneye ([μ] εуλ 1995)

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Aro-Spec Boys Moodboard

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Chatri is:

A goddamn nerd

Too pretty for his own good

A sucker for any kind of flower but especially roses

A damn good driver

1000% down to fight at all times

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My name is Gato 🎵 I have metal joints 🎵 Beat me up and earn 15 Silver Points🎵

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pick your battles. pick… pick fewer battles than that. put some battles back. that’s too many 

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nyoom

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outside a burned-out camp littered with bodies, the survivors of a scientific expedition to the Midgar Wastelands see the second wave of attackers coming for them…

Suttikul’s teeth were bared as he stared at the approaching vehicle. “They’re toying with us,” he snarled. The beads in his hair clicked together rapidly, yanked by a growing wind. “They think we’re helpless here… they want us to think about what they did to the rest of the camp. What they’ll do to us. They want it to last.”

Karim was the only one left with a weapon. Somehow, he didn’t think it would be up to the task of taking on the bastards who had murdered their camp.

Then he realised the beads were glowing.

“Any of you got a Fire materia?” Suttikul asked, his eyes on the vehicle.

“I do,” Karim answered.

“Mastered?”

“Yes.”

The snarl changed into a vicious, predatory grin. “Good. We’ll make it through this, folks. And they won’t.” The wind picked up speed, carrying Wasteland dust with it, and the beads’ glow spread up Suttikul’s hair.

Karim’s eyes widened. “Idiot! You’re putting more power in than those can hold! You’re using your life!”

“Shut the fuck off and get ready to cast, Muhanji! Aeroga!”

Now the air itself glowed with magic, illuminating the trapped dust as the wind spiralled into a whirlwind, then grew into a ten metre monster.

And suddenly Karim realised what Suttikul was doing.

He reached for the sense of burning in himself, his passion and his rage at the senseless murder of so many young scientists who had only wanted to help–

“Firaga!”

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“I get one more asshole actin’ like he’s surprised I wanna study his face is gonna have an appointment with my fist.”

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nyoom

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Dylan Thomas

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listen; there is blood on the roofs of our mouths, and it is drying on the knuckles of our hands, and we refuse to be sorry.

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“You’re really not carrying any weapons?”

“Buddy, I am a weapon.”

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pick your battles. pick… pick fewer battles than that. put some battles back. that’s too many 

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My name is Gato 🎵 I have metal joints 🎵 Beat me up and earn 15 Silver Points🎵