“Now turn ‘round so I can see tha’ ass!”

(via funniest10k)

sonofseto:

itsfullofstars:

Lunar orbit rendezvous

“One thought of Cid, when one saw this”

“Wha’s bein’ explained here is LOR, er lunar orbit rendezvous.  Essentially, we gotta consider how much force an’ the correct calculations it’d take t’ get me int’ space, but then there’ll need t’ be a separate boost in order t’ get me off th’ moon an’ back ont’ Gaia.  An’ like the ShinRa No. 26, there’ll be splash down in th’ ocean.  Unlike th’ ShinRa No. 26, though, we’ll be able t’ keep th’ important part’ve th’ ship an’ rebuild wha’ we need for more launches.”

(via funniest10k)

invaderxan:

Space ships!

Cid stared at the picture and gently caresses the laptop screen.  ”…Holy. Fuck.”

(via fuckyeahspaceexploration)

Anonymous asked: Do you like iced lemon tea or

“Or wha’?”  He wave a hand.  ”Whatever.  Sure.  V’course, I dun think there’s ever been a tea I dun like.”

(via pandarson)

(via funniest10k)

sonofseto:

((how many ffvii characters can you fit in a phonebox? :D))

“Cid, looking a bit grumpy there”

“No, tha’s purdy much m’ normal face ‘round Turks.”

fairlypuppy:

thegoddamnrocketscientist:

fairlypuppy:

thegoddamnrocketscientist:

fairlypuppy:

thegoddamnrocketscientist:

“An’ if they don’t… tha’s why we were born with hands.  Love yerself.”

“Can I watch you love yourself, Cid?” He grins.

“At some point, I’d think ya’d get sick’ve gettin’ hit.” And though he said this, Cid did not punch him this time.

He winced, prepared for just that, but then he felt…nothing. He looked confused. “You ain’t gonna hit me? Are you sick?” He reached to put a hand on his forehead.

“My mom said you can go blind touching yourself too much…. Are you going blind?”

Cid grabbed his hand before it could touch his head and punched him in the other shoulder.  ”Wha’s with people callin’ me tha’ lately?  I. Ain’t. Goin’. Blind.”  He pointed a finger at him.  ”We clear?”

He stared at Cid wide-eyed, seeing he was Very Serious. He nodded vigorously.

“Plastic!” he agreed, because they didn’t have crystal in Gongaga, so the townfolk always said plastic, and Zack didn’t know it wasn’t the right thing to say.

Cid’s glare quickly vanished and was just as hastily placed with a look of…. confusion.  Plastic?  Cid had to run through the conversation to understand why the other man has said plastic.  Plastic.  Are we clear?  Plastic.  Plastic was clear.  It was not a term used.  It would be crystal clear….. plastic clear.

Dear god, Gongagians were really dirt poor hillbillies.

Cid sighed and shook his head.  ”S’long as we’re clear.”

verudo:

thegoddamnrocketscientist:

verudo:

Veld seemed to think about what Cid said for a while. He was silent and sipped down his beer for a long moment.  “I’ve been there too, honestly.” He had been. he nearly missed Elfe being born, Laura’s death… even Vincent’s had been work before love. That first serious relationship’s end, before he’d even known he’d be Turk Director could even be blamed on work. “A little advice, kid? Make yourself and the person you care about priority. You’ve got shit all to prove to anyone.”

It took Veld far too long to realize that. And it ended up at being a lonely old man.

As Cid’s story went, he hit puberty, grew nearly as tall as he was now in a year, joined ShinRa to be in the Air Force, learned the art of bar hopping much before the legal age and picking up drunk women, was discovered as a mathematical genius, was thrown into engineering classes along side his training in the Air Force, met Shera, lived with Shera, left to fight in a war, came back, made an airship and started on the rocket project.  This was in less than a decade’s time.  In none of that did he learn the art of dating.  The art of connecting with another human being beyond the joys of friendship and/or sex.

Wow, this was a depressing topic.

“Yeah, well, dun got anyone like tha’ b’sides Sher’, m’… er… well, she’s m’ best friend.”  The true title would have been ex-wife, but Cid did not like calling her that.  That sounded final.  Like they were done with each other.  This was not true, not even close.  She was still the strongest emotional attachment he had.  “An’ I give her purdy much all’ve m’ free time if I can help it.”  What wasn’t sectioned off for other friends, at least.

He stared at his bottle for a moment, balancing it on its side.  “Think th’ closest’ve gotten recently was a couple years back.  Friend’ve mine.  Nothin’ serious.  Huh…”  He stuttered that first syllable out.  It was strange talking about this.  Why was he telling this practical stranger thing like this?

Turk magic, most likely.

Despite that, Cid found himself continuing.  “He made sure tha’ I knew tha’.”  He took a drink of his beer.  “We’re still friends so we hang out a lot.  Kinda makes me keep thinkin’ ‘bout th’ possibilities, but ya know, m’ smart enough t’ know when somethin’ like tha’ ain’t gunna happen.”

“Well, Cidney, time to get your head out of your ass then.” Veld responded in a gentle tone. “Don’t sit around thinking about possibilities. You’re a young man and deserve better.” Veld thought for a few moments and sighed. “Look, I was you once upon a time, you don’t want to turn out like me, trust that. Go out, meet someone. You’ve got time I promise.” 

Youth, for some reason it made people run on all engines and yet, they never really got much of anywhere did they? He wondered if it was the similarity between himself and Cid that put Vincent out. Or maybe it was Vincent’s inability to commit and see something through. Of course, Veld could be wrong and it could not be Valentine at all on Cid’s mind.

“There’s a nice sort of jazz club that’s cropped up a few blocks west of here. Old man mixed drinks, not much for beer though.”

Cid let out a chuckling snort.  Get his head out of his ass.  Right.  Well, now that it had been said, he’d just go ahead with the extraction right now.  ”Havin’ a relationship ain’t everythang.  It ain’t like m’ lonely.” Not too lonely.  ”An’ I ain’t like I dun got an awesome chick in m’ life who I can share everythang with.” Besides meaningful attraction.  ”This ain’t th’ worst problem in th’ world.  Would I like th’ experience?  Sure.  Tha’s wha’ life is.  A shit ton’ve experiences.”  He motioned to the other man.  ”An’ who cares if I got time left an’ you don’t.  So wha’?  If it’s messin’ with ya so bad ya gotta start tellin’ a stranger wha’ t’ do, then go out an’ take yer own damn advice.  Ain’t got as much time as me?  Spend those last few years y’ think ya have goin’ out an’ meetin’ someone then.”

He tilted his beer up and finished the last of it before giving his stomach a pat and letting out a charming belch, making sure to turn his head away.  ”One bar’s as good as th’ next an’ m’ int’ jazz enough.”

He tilted his hips and reached to grab his wallet, paying off the beer he owed.

albedosoyna:

thegoddamnrocketscientist:

“B’cause this is the best picture ever.”

I agree with Cid here… even though, you are pretty vulnerable here Cid. 

“Least I ain’t th’ one gettin’ dropped on m’ head!”

fatalvalentine:

thegoddamnrocketscientist:

fatalvalentine:

kisaragi—yuffie:

thegoddamnrocketscientist:

“MY @#$%ING SMOKES!!!!!”

“Vinnie, back away from the strange old guy with the pole. And get that out of your mouth! You don’t know where it’s been!”

“Hmph. You really need to control your temper Cid. If it had been anyone else, you could’ve taken their head off.”

“Anyone else an’ I woulda jus’ beat ‘em int’ th’ ground!  I know wha’ yer capable’ve, Valentine!”  He started climbing his hands up his spear, bringing the gunner closer.  “Now. Give. Me. My. Smokes.”

Vincent backflipped gracefully off the end of the spear and landed several feet away. He waved the pack of smokes in the air and said, “Just looking after your health, Highwind. These things will kill you.”

“Yeah, well, so’ll Sephiroth if we ain’t careful.”  He stomped up to Vincent and made a swipe at his cigarettes.  “We get th’ planet back t’ normal an’ then someone can go an’ lecture me ‘bout m’ smokin’ habits.”