Rose Lalonde isn’t a pillar of ice. She’s a glacier.
When Rose is upset, you don’t see it. She doesn’t show it to anyone, you see. Anger or mild irritation? Yes, certainly. But sadness? Unhappiness, despair? No, those are hers, sealed beneath a wall of stiff upper lip and practicality. So when cracks appear in the glacier you don’t see them because they don’t happen on the surface first, they begin buried deep within the remnants of a frozen ocean chilled over by logic and an eternity of cocooning herself in a passive-aggressive attitude.
When you finally see the effects of despair or depression on the face of Rose Lalonde you do not see elegant tears, you see the entire wall of ice as it slips into the goddamn ocean and you get frighteningly catastrophic results.
My phone is alright again! Yuss. c:
TT: Maybe we are perfect for each other. I, a street-smart, fast-talking application with a fuckzillion IQ trapped in a pair of triangular sunglasses that literally only the Japanese could consider to embody the Platonic ideal of “cool,” and she, an oft-inebriated lonely hacker teen who just wants a boyfriend. I ran the numbers on this, trust me. It’s a match made in goddamn crackpair heaven.
TT: I give her what you can’t, and that just drives you crazy. Just admit it.
OH BURNNNNN. HIHIHIHIHI OMFG.
OH MY GOD THEY’RE NAMED AFTER WAVE CLASSIFICATIONS
old art old art
TG: so basically
TG: a thief is like the asshole class
TG: the player who says step off shits mine suckas
TG: a rogue
TG: is bascially robin hood
GYAHAHAHA OMFG. =))
when you find a shirt you really like and wear it a couple times and it starts doing