//I had to play a concert with the Richardson Community Band right before this. I went ahead and recorded the finale of the fireworks show! This was the Breckenridge Park fireworks show in Richardson, Texas.
Video was recorded with my iPhone 3, btw. I am amazed at the quality, because I wasn’t expecting much. And yet, the sound and video are very good. My only complaint is that the colors are washed out. It was much more colorful in person, I assure you. But I thought I’d give you a taste of the local fireworks show. It’s one of those nice, fancy, music-synched ones and the crowd was ENORMOUS. I had to perform for about an hour on the stage that is now blasting out this music over the speakers. The fireworks are set off on the other side of a lake that was right in front of us. The view was fantastic, and it was so close it felt like the fireworks were coming right at us. xD
Urgh I should cut my hair soon. I have so much of it. It gets EVERYWHERE.
I’m not very active on this account right now. I’m mainly operating from my roleplay blog. If you’re worried by my inactivity, be sure to check there.
I had a wonderful birthday! Love you guys!
I’ve got my own share of scars, but mine fade over time. Still, it’s a wonder I haven’t died of lead poisoning. Damn Vlakorados nearly did the job, though. Goddamn walkin’ blade covered giant lizards. Figures that even a place as nice as Gaia would still do its best ta kill me.
Just look at this sucker:
Just gonna casually reblog this here. Right now, I’m a lot more active on my new RP account, but I’ve been posting a good amount of art there, too, so I thought I’d just remind everyone.
karaii said: BAM. SCHOOLED. (That was FUCKING EPIC)
(THank youuuuu. It was my finest moment in WOlfwood’s shoes. I dunno if I’ll ever be abe to match it))
Wolfwood was momentarily speechless, as though stricken by the palpable emotions radiating from the weeping figure before him.
“Livio. Hey, c’mon. Knowin’ you, you probably got it all mixed up in your head thinkin’ it’s your fault or that I’m pissed or whatever,” Wolfwood began, forcing a casual tone.
“Dumbass!” He raised a hand to rap Livio gently on the forehead with his knuckles.
“Why don’t you fill me in, huh?”
Nicholas’ soft tap on his forehead was like a balm to his aching soul. Part of him wished Wolfwood would just punch him, like Brad had done, or maybe curse him out, so Livio could continue basking in self-loathing. But the larger part, the part that had stayed by Jasmine and the kids and went around attempting to emulate Wolfwood and Mr Vash, was weeping in joy.
Livio hiccuped, body chemistry all askew. He felt like throwing up and laughing and maybe crying some more. But he managed, with a shuddering gasp, to get himself in enough order to wipe his tears aside and like a good soldier, deliver his report.
“I-I’ve been taking care of the kids,” Livio started calmly enough at first, but then it was like a gate had been opened, and it all gushed like an open wound, or a thirsty man gulping water. Seeking approval, seeking confirmation that what he’d been up to had been worthy of his time and devotion. “The Orphanage, it’s safe — I’ve kept it safe — Jasmine and Auntie Melanie and everyone, everyone’s alive and okay — I’ve been keeping your g-grave clean — I’ve been — ” Livio’s voice cracked. “I’ve been good.”
Wolfwood was surprised to hear the hoarseness in his own voice.
“You did good, though. You watched my idiot partner’s back when I couldn’t anymore. I owe ya for that,” he added, quietly. “I wouldn’t be here if not for him, an’ I get the feeling that he wouldn’t be here, if not for you. You don’t owe me a damn thing, Livio. You’ve earned everything ya have now.”
Wolfwood took a step back, shedding the serious mood and plastered on a grin.
“We should do somethin’ about that grave, though. Apparently it’s unoccupied.”
((favorite reaction images thus far))