Courtesan by otoysoldiero
Photography by rat-mother
post-control ending epilogue
“You’re chasing a ghost, major.”
(Source: pungafruit)
He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He’s ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And…he’s wonderful.
(Source: helloeverything)
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Typography Challenge/ day 3/30:
Center or justify the type.
I just love them okay
can we just can we just
because i mean. you have little jimmy vega. and he grows up in this world with a dad who just… every year, the guy gets smaller. and his shadow’s all there is, all he’s got. some kids look up to a father as the future but as james gets older, he realizes: his dad’s all in the past. the stuff you shove into a bottom draw and slam the door on. you get away. you get out. and you grow up.
but there’s james vega. suddenly hitting a growth spurt. helping little old ladies cross the street. doing small, good things with his great big hands. not realizing he’s got all this muscle all of a sudden. and one day—maybe he’s just in the right place at the wrong time—he sees this alliance advertisement up in lights. and there’s this commander on there looking all serious and shit. and around that poster, above that poster, behind that poster, there’s the sky.
so james goes through all this shit, gets all these scars. in the name of the alliance, in the name of commander shepard, in the name of doing the right thing—in the name of the future, because lieutenant vega is a part of that, making his own way, making his own name. he gets beat down. he fucks up. his shoulders square away against a weight so damn heavy it’s crazy to think…
crazy to think he’s gonna have to carry it. for the rest of his life. but for the lives lost on fehl prime, you can bet that he’s gonna carry it. their voices. their names. the way their eyes looked when they were laughing, shielding them from the glare off the horizon.
they have no future.
james vega does.
tastes bad. feels worse. wakes you up some nights. with the knowledge that if it was somebody else, somebody like shepard, then maybe…
only james gets to live with it. a hero. an idol. the commander. and get up close—and personal. it’s not all professional all the time. he sees the weaknesses. the cracks in the armor. the blind spots. he thinks it’s gonna be a let-down. but somewhere along the way, those accidents, those slips, that humanity…
that’s what it’s all about. a mistake’s a mistake. a chip on a shoulder is just another scar. and commander shepard’s drooling on the pillow. put that on your posters, pendejos.
and he holds it all close, tight, against his big chest, where his heart beats with all this goddamn knowledge. he’s the future. they’re the future. they’ve got this. we’ve got this, loco.
{ TAURUS }
