The land, the people, the light

I come from a place that likes grandeur; it likes large gestures; it is not inhibited by flourish; it is a rhetorical society; it is a society of physical performance; it is a society of style. -Derek Walcott [Indie RP blog for APH OC St Lucia]

[anatomiist-blog]

Hello everyone! I just hit 100 followers and I wanted to celebrate by posting a Follow Forever because you’re all just so wonderful and I don’t think I tell you enough just how much I love all of you! I’m relatively new to Tumblr roleplaying so I appreciate all the support and the fact you’re all willing to put up with me, especially when I’m prone to moaning a lot. So thank you for sticking with me and I hope we get to roleplay a lot more in the future!

THOSE I LOVE ♚

@bangingbonnefoy, @mxltese, @lafrancecestmoi, @fleurdelafranxe, @musselsandfries, @nxrnirxnn, @treasure-in-the-atlantic, @duibhlinnus

THOSE I HOPE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER ♚

@carolinus-rex, @theladyaustria, @stillewijsheid, @koningvandenoordzee, @lilyintheashes, @the-belle-of-belfast-city, @dontcallmehelen, @s-s-sevgilim, @skjalftii, @emerald-isle-rp, @allfornorway, @nordenskulde 

THOSE I SILENTLY ADMIRE ♚

@megaloprepis, @svxnska, @kongeriketnoreg, @wietkoning, @oldglxry, @aristocraxtic, @tsariinisms, @annuitcoeptis, @londoniisms, @espanxles, @gelleneschampes, @slagveldvaneuropa, @ryugyong, @prussiathegreat, @mortesan, @dobrebopolskie, @nobxlity, @bxsnia, @maneosuru, @russianisms, @landderacker

[nicolebehariewce]

“The best advice I’ve ever received is just not to procrastinate. Take time & evaluate what you’re doing & how you’re spending your time.” 

-Nicole Beharie

[cuzcatlxn]

@dontcallmehelen vino a El Salvador

Just between you and me, I don’t think there will be anything tastier than a pupusa

[dontcallmehelen]

I wouldn’t be so sure about that, between you and me there’s nothing better than bouillon.

[nxrnirxnn-deactivated20160723]

The awkwardness soon set in as he failed to remember her name, if she was even introduced to him. It wouldn’t hurt to ask, right? Hopefully, she wouldn’t find it rude of him to ask. Smiling, he shook her hand in return.

“Hey! Ummm…I’m sorry, but what was your name again?”

[dontcallmehelen]

Honestly, it was a relief he hadn’t remembered her name. It made her not knowing his slightly less awkward, how many countries were there in the world? How many was she actually on a first name basis with? Shaking the thought from her head Eleanor squeezed his hand gently before replying.

“Eleanor, Eleanor Devaux-Alexander. Ellen or Ellie works too, and you are?”

[mapleblossoms-deactivated201709]

That would be nice. [she smiled] oh uh.. Dries is coming for Christmas… I’m going over there for his Sinterklaas.

[she starts eating quietly]

Maybe you can come to Christmas too! I can always ask him? 

[dontcallmehelen]

Ah, so Christmas becomes a lover’s holiday once again. [A grin makes its way onto her face.] Have fun there, though I guess you don’t me telling you that.

[She shrugs]

I don’t want to interrupt anything special or wehatever with you two. What’s one year alone?

[quinnbxtch-deactivated20160123]

14 of 100 pictures of Nicole Beharie

[dontcallmehelen]

when you’re researching foreign relations and some can legit only to be interpreted as ‘thanks for recognizing that I exist and giving me money that one time’.

[anatomiist-blog]

Sure, if you want to catch hypothermia then you could wear shorts.

Otherwise I definitely wouldn’t recommend it.

[dontcallmehelen]

So short shorts at your place is outta the question, got it.

Unless you’re very brave or very stupid.

[artistformerlyknownasbutttrumpet]

imagine your otp hogwarts edition pt. 2

i’m in the hospital wing because of a potions injury, and i’m just trying to strike up conversation, and i don’t think you really meant to tell me you’re here because you tried the engorgio charm on your dick, and i certainly don’t mean to be laughing this hard, and yet, here we are

i’m a quidditch player, and you’re the announcer, and i am trying really hard not to notice that your comments about me are becoming less and less about how i’m playing, and more and more about how i look in my quidditch uniform

i forgot to finish my history of magic homework, so i took a puking pastille to get out of it, but you are actually worried about me, and insist on escorting me to the hospital wing, and omg, after class you brought me soup from the great hall, i cannot ever tell you that i was faking it

i’m muggle born, and your pureblood and know nothing about muggle culture, and i’m so sorry, but i get just such a delight out of telling you elaborate lies, like, yes, electricity really is run by small rodents that power whole cities by running on wheels underground, don’t listen to what they said in muggle studies class, trust me

you just received a howler from your parents, and you look so embarrassed, and i can’t handle it, so fuck it, i’ll just moon the whole great hall, that’ll get the attention off of you

we’re in between classes, and we both hear a fourth year calling a first year a mudblood, and neither of us are having any of that prejudiced bullshit. unfortunately, my impulse was to hex them, and yours was to punch them in the face, and my jelly-legs curse hit you instead, i’m really sorry, and we both are probably getting detention now, but hey, plus side, you’re kind of cute

you’re muggle born, and you insist on wearing your muggle clothes on the weekends, and i just cannot get over the way you look in those jeans, like, god help me

i invited you on a date on our next visit to hogsmeade, too bad i can’t seem to do anYTHING RIGHT. SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO SPILL HOT BUTTERBEER ALL OVER YOUR LAP, I PROMISE I’M JUST NERVOUS

you are already dating someone else, and during our love potion unit, you get asked to explain what you smell, and of course you’re gonna be smelling things that describe your partner right? uhm, but then why are you explicitly describing me…?

we stumble into the mirror of erised together. we look into it. neither of us know it’s anything special. we just see our reflections

part 1

[anatomiist-blog]

I wonder what it’s like to actually have air conditioning.

And shorts. Shorts… I can’t remember the last time I wore shorts.

[dontcallmehelen]

Probably quite a bit relief when it starts getting humid.

Hm, I’m sure that’s going to be quite the experience. Is it not shorts weather up there often?

[anatomiist-blog]

Imagine it.

I don’t know what I’ll do with all the extra money I’ll have from not wasting it on heating.

[dontcallmehelen]

Air conditioning? A new wardrobe for the new weather?

The world’s your oyster in that case.

[nxrnirxnn-deactivated20160723]

@dontcallmehelen

Caolan wasn’t expecting to see any nation in Belfast today, he rarely expected to see other nations in Belfast, so when he saw the woman he was quite surprised. The young man smiled and watched as she walked along the streets, trying to figure out which one she was. She was from the Caribbean, he knew that much, so why would she be here when she practically lived in heaven? Smiling, he made his way over to her.

“Hey!”

[dontcallmehelen]

The trip to Belfast had been...impromptu to say the least, a split second decision that she would stick around in the UK for just a little bit longer than planned--hence why she jumped slightly upon being greeted, eyes wide as she glanced up at the young man. What had his name been? Her brows furrowed as she tried to remember (had she ever been told in the first place?) and failed. Shaking those thoughts from her head she smiled slightly, putting her hand out for him to shake.

“Hey there.”

[koningvandenoordzee-deactivated]

 “Yeah, kind of… I was like only 179 centimeters until I gained my independence in 1648, then I suddenly shot up to 190. Then with the economical growth after WWII, I grew another six centimeters. It’s mostly thanks to the people eating healthier and consuming more dairy… Well, being tall definitely has it’s advantages but it also has it’s down-sides.”

[dontcallmehelen]

“Only 179 centimetres?” Eleanor questioned in disbelief, how the hell was 179 centimetres an only? That was still 24 centimetres taller than she was now, then he grew even taller. She almost hoped he spent a large majority of his time bending down so he didn’t get hit in the face by door frames. “I can literally only think of one, maybe two, care to share any more?”

[anatomiist-blog]

Lucky.

I’m still coming though, sunburn or not.

I’m going to live in the sun forevermore.

[dontcallmehelen]

Lucky’s a word for it.

And I don’t mind that one bit.

You’ll never have to use money on heating again.

[anatomiist-blog]

We get sea air… hits you in the face, ruins your hair and normally your day as well.

And surely if you’re careful and wear sunscreen then you won’t get burned? I hope not anyway.

Or is the sun just really sneaky?

[dontcallmehelen]

You know, the more you talk about the weather, the less appealing your place seems.

Well, when I talk to people about that they always say they were, but maybe they just worse like factor 5 or something?

Wouldn’t know, I don’t really get sunburned. 

[dontcallmehelen]

💋

Send in a ‘💋 ’& I will answer with a gif of what (I think) our muses would kiss like.

[dontcallmehelen]

💋 multiple vines

Send in a ‘💋 ’& I will answer with a gif of what (I think) our muses would kiss like.

Or this because let’s face it Ellie is an awkward turtle: