every time I see that lady with a sword all it does is make me want a sword even worse than I already did. fuck you sword lady. holding it ONE HANDED. casual. sitting there on my dash. with that look on her face that says "haha. yeah. you wish YOU had a sword, dumbass." you know I do you sick fuck. shut up. just shut up. fucking swing at me and end it already
i know it will never happen but i so desperately desire an origins-type playable backstory thing in all games but especially veilguard. i feel like it added so much depth to origins and made you feel instantly connected to your character in a way that gets lost in games like inquisition where you fill in the blanks as you go except for the bare basics. like, i do enjoy the freedom to willy nilly decide where a character was before the events of the story from a creative perspective, but the playable origins were just so good! especially when you go back to where your warden is from and can engage differently with the arcs there
"Bring back cunty F1" "Bring back F1 drivers who don't care about PR and just say what they think" "Bring back F1 where the drivers are actually allowed to be rivals"
You fools. You insolent buffoons. You can't handle the Ferrari drivers taking shots at each other in separate interviews. You can't handle Max saying what everyone else is thinking. You can't even handle Lando Norris existing. And you think you would survive watching Multi-21 happen in real time? Or, God forbid, classic F1? I'm laughing.
i had this thought of a fashion/news editorial that rivaled the anticipation of the wanted posters that came with the news coos named WANTED. sort of a tongue-in-cheek thing to navy-controlled news. this volume with sanji is inspired by al parker's art!
[ID: Sanji from waist-up in a dark red suit, black shirt, and pink tie - he's holding a black and gold lighter in his right hand, a lit cigarette perched loosely between his lips. His face is in profile, showing a dangling pearl earring in his left ear. His right arm leans against the bottom right corner, as if propping himself up. The flat red of his suit blends with the background - in contrast, his rendered face and hands pop from the composition. END ID.]