#about 4 years now

[tired-ppth-immunologist]

i'm curious now, what languages do you speak?

Ah, well, I can speak Romanian (since it’s my mother-tongue), English, German, learnt Scottish Gaelic as a hobby in college, and I’m currently studying Greek, for my mother was from Greece and I’d love to feel more connected to her.

Odd list, I know, but I think it’s helpful knowing some foreign languages, no matter how random.

[heartorbit]

if we could stay connected, just like this

[asasdemorcego]

me lately once again

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

genuinely is my brain erasing itself or is google/tumblr censoring that post about notre dame and old growth forests.

[deadandphilgames]

i am in awe of dnps ability to not only never cross the line of an outright confirmation of their relationship status, but then pick up said line, move it further along and not cross it again

[egophiliac]

he did it! 🐍 and it only took...uhhh...well, there probably could've been less punches, but why hold back!

PUNCHES FOR EVERYONE

[ribbittrobbit]

[linoyes]

[wyvernity]

been thinking about the sinnohtrio lately......plus misc other stuff

also, casual ko-fi drop!! get something in this sketchy style starting at $10 woop woop

[theokusgallery]

Why, hello there, Virgil. Long time no see!

[that-turk-laney]

Shacking up! Oh he knew exactly the words to use to make her seethe to the point of silence. She was right. This was all a game to him. There was no concern whatsoever for his own safety or for protecting the peace between them. He could easily distract her, this much she had learned time and time again. He could manipulate her emotions as easily as playing a piano. One moment he would sweep her away with sweet words and the next he would tease, even mock her, in that infuriatingly simple way that left her brain short circuiting.

Elena's breath hitched at the tingling sensation his breath had left against the sore spot on her neck from last night's shacking up and the continued proximity between them. The rage she held simmered down until she saw the smirk that always danced across his face and the snarky remarks—it made his brief display of pain as he retreated from her all the more satisfying.

She took another slow bite of her toast that remained in her hand, glaring at Rufus's amused face. Even as he flipped through the newspaper and pointed out the photo of herself, she continued to glare, hoping her gaze pierced through his eyes as the bullet had pierced through is shoulder. She hoped it hurt worse than the torn flesh now wrapped in gauze.

His beautiful, stupid, infuriating face. Damn the morning light casting that lazy halo around his silhouette, making this moment feel oh so intimate despite her desperate attempt to keep an air of professionalism about her, especially given the circumstances that led them here.

She finally let her face relax, sighing as she set the remainder of her toast on the plate in front of her and wiping her hands on the cloth napkin. He was right, actually. The photo of her that had landed in the paper was very flattering. Not to mention it made her look dangerous and serious and badass. A bubble of pride swelled in her chest. "You should have it framed." There was a lilt to her voice, matching his equally teasing tone. "Maybe you could add it to your shrine dedicated to my honor. At least, I had always assumed you worshipped the ground I walked on, but now I see I'm just another notch in your bed post."

Elena stood up, her turn to close the distance between them. Leaning towards him, the large shirt that hung loosely around her shifting to no doubt give him a good show of her bare chest, Elena cupped his cheeks in her hands, resting her forehead against his. In a dangerously calm tone she whispered, "You're lucky I care about you so much, otherwise I'd be letting you rot in a hospital right now." And as quickly as she had approached, she pulled away, turning to rummage through the bag of supplies she had left by the door.

"I'm gonna go smoke." As rare as that habit was for her these days, she probably didn't even have any cigarettes in the bag to begin with. But it was easier for her to pretend to be angry with him than it was to admit that she was scared.

( @ivory-paragon Continued from here. Tumble's new trim reblogs is weridddd)

“Mm,” the vibrations of his mumbles ripples across her skin, tongue touching the branding that was still bright and red on her shoulder region. Not quite matching the patch of gauze that lined his, now irritated by the pressure she placed on his shoulder. The action was no doubt in response to what he said or what he was doing– Elena made it clear her distaste in his answer.

When the throb started to grow and splinter to the nerves along his neck, he retreated with a grimace. “You wound me so,” he spoke with a smile to wrap around those words. “Keeping me at bay with threats of hurting me, tut.. tut…” The purr in his throat followed as he placed himself back down on the seat. The breeze wafted through again, prompting him to turn his attention away from her and towards the lazy morning display outside the window. There was no need to stay at the hospital; he was whisked away from the public and into their retreat along the Costa seaside.

“Regardless, it made me shack up here for the night. Not too terrible, hm?” Another side smile as he grabbed the paper and opened it once more. “Ah, look at that, front and center with the story continuing on page 2…” with that said, he laid the paper flat on the table amongst the pitcher of orange juice and tropical produce of the island. “What do you think? Did they catch your good side?” He spoke, pointing to the black and white photo of Elena pressing her hand to the earpiece. The photo was taken just as the bullet pierced through the air and into his shoulder region. It was a clean shot; it went right through him instead of separating in his muscle—a lucky break.

[doctorsiren]

I have to do traditional art for my illustration class this semester, so I got a new sketchbook and this is the first page :)

[kumzorg]

im sleep deprives so i sketched some of my goobers

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

ok everybody block dnp on all socials they have eyes everywhere. they know way too much. those omniscient fuckers are always watching. no one is safe.

like what do you MEAN you know about those stupid “real voice” compilations and people absolutely clowning about jumpcuts and smudged whiskers and what do you MEAN you’re aware of those 2009 phan theories people still debate to this day? what happened to “i don’t check my indirects” “i don’t go on the tags”?? i bet you’re lurking RIGHT NOW reading this very post. all men do is lie. can’t trust anyone 😤😪

[favroitecrime]

Palestinian freedom fighters breaking out of Gaza and reclaiming their occupied territories. They’ve taken over israeli tanks and have chased out the settlers that were on that land. They’ve launched rockets everywhere and the iron dome has failed to intercept. This is about to mark a momentous event in history.

From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.

[fleshwizard]

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎