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THIS BLOG IS ARCHIVED !

      HERE’S THE THING chickadees !  my life has been crazy as all hell lately. i moved, got a new  ( very demanding )  job i love,  &&  have generally been trying to get my life together. that means, as i’m sure you’ve noticed, that i haven’t been online too much. even before all this, i’ve been thinking about archiving  &&  starting over. with everything going on, i’ve finally decided to go for it. i’ll be keeping my url, but my icons / theme / rule / everything else will be changing. in addition, i’ve moved my android oc, WARREN, to their own blog HERE.

thanks for your patience guys !  my new blog is HERE, though it’s entirely under construction.

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regimesfxll:

                                           I’m on the battlefield like                                                       oh my god.                                          Knockin’ soldiers down like                                                   house of cards.

                             I’M A ONE WOMAN ARMY.

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Sketch of a commission I’m going to render differently anyway but like. The sketch is pretty. 

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“I miss sleeping with you.” uhh cecil @ carlos during the otherworld desert arc anyone

@oflegendaries  //  sharing a bed.  //  accepting + selective.

      “I know querido. I miss that too.” Carlos shifted, stretching one leg across the dusk-tinted desert sand; he pulls the other close, leg pressed against his chest and chin resting on his knee.

Carlos has never been the type to get homesick. It’s not really in his nature. Sure, it’s nice to go home  &&  see his friends, his family, but he loves travelling too much to miss home. For the first time since he was sixteen though, he finds himself homesick. The longing to be somewhere familiar, to be home, unfurls in his chest; it’s an aching bruise that lingers somewhere beneath his ribs. It’s as painful as Carlos remembers,  &&  just like before, he can’t do anything about it quite yet.

He doesn’t know how to get home yet, but that’s fine. He can figure it out,  &&  maybe he can come to terms with Hydra’s presence in SHIELD too. Maybe he can learn to deal with surge of icy fury  &&  sick betrayal everytime he thinks about what happened. There’s the guilt too, when he thinks about the way his research could’ve been used to hurt people.

Carlos can’t think about that right now though, so he sets it aside in favor of focusing on Cecil. “I miss you so much.”

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virago

(noun) A word with Latin roots, virago is defined as a strong, courageous woman with a warlike heart; she is a woman who portrays exemplary and heroic qualities.   (via eisoptrxphobiic)

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FILE:  niall  //  ellis.

“Point taken.” Ellis shrugged, picking up the bottle from its hiding place but making no move to offer it to the other. “Picked it up last shore leave. It’s pretty good, apparently.

     Niall takes the liberty of sitting, hands folded behind his head  &&  long legs stretched out in front of him. “Duly noted.” Fair is fair. He’ll get something equally nice. “Why does everything have to be absolutely insane or very quiet, no middle ground ?”  It’s less a question, more a lament.

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Bob Morley is Lost in the White City. Thanks to my bb,   Alessa for the link.

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Time-lapse sequence from the approach of Voyager 1, showing the motion of atmospheric bands and circulation of the Great Red Spot.

Credit: NASA/JPL

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S2K

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there’s a strange gas station on Interstate 15.

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“Where'd you get that?” [ Kris and Niall? ]

@aniimvs  //  next to normal.  //  accepting + open to all.

      “What, this old thing ?”  Niall reaches beneath his shirt collar  &&  tugs out the necklace he always wears. It’s an obviously worn thing, the woven gold  &&  red threads fraying slightly, the jade pendant smoothed at the edges by a lifetime of wear. “I’ve had it for my entire life. I think my grandparents gave it to me, for protection. Here.”

Niall pulls the necklace over his head  &&  offers it to Kris for closer examination. He feels almost naked without it. For as long as he can remember, he’s always had that necklace. It’s always been there, the thrum of magic in it like a second heartbeat. “What do you think the engraving looks like ?  I swear it looks like hanzi, but Caleb swears up  &&  down they look like vines.” Niall suspects it changes depending on the person looking,  &&  it says something about the person looking.

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