#y es!

[nightofnostalgia]

[monstermonstre]

btw i didn't see it subtitled so just so you know when armand and louis kiss near the sacré coeur and they get heckled in french, the heckler is shouting "GO ON, BLOW HIM WHILE YOU'RE AT IT"

[adajel]

[serendipia-nostalgica]

A veces pienso que la modernidad está matando el romanticismo.

[elbiotipo]

Thing about the word "landlord" in English is that in China it didn't mean "guy who owns a couple apartments and rents them" (though that is also a superfluous job in capitalism) but rather "huge landowners that owned most of China and kept peasants in slave-like conditions".

I'm not gonna discuss all the intrincacies of the Chinese revolution, but I think when first-world people hear "landlord" they think "oh that fucking guy who doesn't come to repair my faucet" and not "people who own half of the arable land of the country and decide the livehoods of millions of people and the political and economic destiny of the country". I think that regardless of your views, you need to understand that if you want to understand history and why such a revolution occurred.

[dianux-27]

First kiss💘

[easchiavi]

[ya-no-la-quiero]

Leer es resistir / Mario Mendoza

[danna8ne]

[achillesmonochrome]

My angry reblogs and rants probably clue you all in, but if any of you try to defend the trash government of Venezuela because "they are socialist" or "They support Palestine."

Stop following me, block me, don't let me catch any of you sharing those disgusting lies.

I'm from Venezuela, I lived most of my life there, and the fact that so many people would believe they are the "good guys" because they don't like the American government makes me want to scream. You people had no idea what we went through, but would defend Maduro and all the rest of the manipulators because you think "the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

As if the world was that simple.

If you haven't spoken to any of us and understand our struggles, get the name of my country out of your mouth, don't act like any of you give a shit about what we want when all you care about is how to look progressive in the laziest way possible.

[hopelesslonelyghost]

thinking about simon with an emotional support medic (pt 2 here)

medical inaccuracies ahead, pls don’t mind. not beta read, sorry for any typosss

simon doesn’t know how he ended up where he did. absolutely smitten for the cute medic on base. he thinks it may have happened when he sliced his hand and had to come to you for the first time.

you and your beautiful, bright eyes looked up at him as he gruffly explained his situation. you quickly sat him down and got to work. after gathering all the stuff you needed, you sat quietly next to the ghost and cleaned his wound.

as you worked, you never once forced him to converse with you. didn’t try to poke and prod at him. you just hummed.

after applying some butterfly stitches and wrapping his hand up, you quietly expressed your content, a little ta-dah! slipping out. you took off your gloves as you stood, gently patting his shoulder, “all done big guy. anything else comes up, i’m here.”

ever since then there hasn’t been a day simon strays far from you whenever he’s on base.

tonight you’re staying up later than usual, trying to get all your charts up to date before heading to your quarters for some much needed rest. that is, until you hear a knock on the door.

your head perks up, eyebrows furrowing softly, “come in!”

eyes trained on the door, you watch it open slowly before a massive body is slipping through it, closing the door behind him.

“lieutenant!”

“hey doc.”

you set aside the paperwork you were working on and stand, making your way to him.

“what’s wrong?”

simon crosses his arms and huffs, “can’t jus’ come an’ visit anymore?”

you quirk an eyebrow, “simon it’s-“ you look down at your watch, then back up at him, “-it’s nearly midnight.”

while not uncommon for him to be in your office at this time, keeping you company as you finish up for the night, he had just come back from an op a few hours ago. he’d usually be in his quarters for the rest of the day, that was just his routine.

simon sighs and lifts his arm to go to rub the back of his neck, which he quickly aborts and hisses, arm flinching back down.

you freeze, “simon?”

he turns and goes to sit on the patient bed, “got tackled through a window, shattered it.” as he explains, he’s pulling the zipper of his hoodie down, eyes scrunching up in pain behind his balaclava before fully removing the article, “muppet pushed me into the broken glass. tried diggin’ it out on my own, but can’t see too well even through the mirror.”

shirt pulled up, he’s removing a few gauze taped onto his skin. you look up from where you’d ran to a few drawers, gathering all the stuff you need, piling it on a small cart.

you can see the gauze are red and heavy with his blood, but it appears to be controlled. a large gash is revealed on the right side of his torso, just below his ribcage. it’s jagged and deep. it runs from his ribs down to just slightly above his right hip.

“jesus si, that’s gnarly.” you sigh as you wheel the cart back towards him, grabbing a nearby stool and taking a seat. you glide over to him. you push him to lay back on the bed, pushing a few buttons to adjust the bed so that he’s not laying completely flat on his back.

you slip on gloves and tentatively prod at the wound. simon hisses. you quickly snatch your hands back and wince, “i’m so sorry. here, i’m going to add some local anesthetic, okay?”

he shakes his head, “it’s alrigh’. i’ll be fine without it.”

you make a sound that sounds almost like a whine, “simon.. there’s- there’s no way i’m allowing that.”

you turn slightly, getting the numbing ready, “i’m going to be digging into your side for god-knows-how-long.” you turn back to him and lock eyes, “you’ve already suffered enough. my job is to keep you healthy and comfortable.”

you two fall silent, caught in a silent war. whatever he sees in your eyes must be convincing enough, because he gives a slight nod and turns away.

you nod too, “good.” you open a few alcohol pads, “this might sting.”

•••

two hours later, you’ve successfully debrided, cleaned, and stitched simon’s wound. you’re tightly wrapping bandages around his waist

“remember, keep it dry for at least twenty-four hours, after that, you can take a quick shower. don’t keep it wet. we don’t want it to get infected. antibiotic resistant bacteria is a real threat. don’t forget that..”

“aye aye, doc.”

you finish up with his wrappings and stand up, slipping your gloves off and discarding them on the now messy cart, “come back in the morning so I can take a look at it again, and to change your gauze as well.”

you walk over to a locked drawer and thumb in a code before placing it on a fingerprint scanner. three small beep-beep-beep!’s ring through your office. you fish out a large white container and pop the top off, spilling a few pills into a white paper bag. putting everything back, you fold the bag and staple it shut.

you walk back to simon and hand him the bag, “antibiotics. they’re more of a safety net. take one every twelves hours.”

simon stands, pulling his shirt back down and snatching his hoodie up into his hands, “thanks love. really ‘preciate you doin’ this.”

you smile softly, “it’s my job to look after you, dummy.”

he huffs again, soft eyes locking with yours. he takes the medication from your awaiting hand and shoves it into the pockets of his hoodie, which he already slipped on.

he takes a few steps closer to you, very slowly he brings up his right hand, before its enclosed around the back of your neck and bringing you into his chest. he leans down and places a kiss onto the crown of your head. then another on your temple. and then a final one on your cheek.

“that’s my line, sweetheart.”

you stick your tongue out, “that’s too bad.”

[nightofnostalgia]

No fuimos y no sé si seremos pero sinceramente extraño lo que un día intentábamos ser.

[purpuraasd]

¿Te habla o sólo te responde ?

[adajel]

Can (if you have time, of course 💀) to draw Adult Azula, dressed in like a red hanfu, or like in that fanart with Sokka that was rumming the tumblr for some time? I'm really curious how that would look like in your art style (that I do like a lot). Again, only if you please or have the necessary time on hand.

Some concepts

[wachi-delectrico]

Puto y argentino 🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[elbiotipo]

I agree actually I th-GIVE THAT LITTLE GUY A WHAT