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{♛} —– “When I look into your eyes, it is like a gateway into the world of which I want to be a part.”
under the dome (novel) sentence starters - part 2
“Hi? Hello? Anybody home?”
“Get a grip.”
“Are you in the kitchen? I thought I saw a light.”
“But I don’t you-know anymore. Either you-know.”
“There you are, thank God!”
“I hated those flying lessons from the first.”
“I thought I’d find you here.”
“That man shits from both ends.”
“Are you ready to go to work?”
“We’re custodians of the common good.”
“Not always easy, but never unnecessary.”
“I shouldn’t have left that girl alone.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“You don’t need to wait. I don’t want you to wait.”
“I don’t know if being alone right now is wise.”
“Now please go away. I don’t mean to be crappy about it, but…”
“And to what do I owe the honor of this call?”
“Nothing in this town seems to work very well tonight.”
“What did you do? What did you people do?”
“Town politicians know a little, the town cops know a lot, and the local newspaper editor knows everything.”
“If you want him, you get me, too.”
“I mean it looks like, pardon the vulgarity, opening night at a free whorehouse out there.”
“All right, what do you suggest?”
“Well, I can’t stop you from coming.”
“Folks call that one Little Bitch Road. Because in mud season, it’s one little bitch.”
“Now, we all have an idea of what’s happened here, although no one in town understands it yet.”
“Right now, I think we have to face the very real possibility that we are on our own.”
“She made me a nice breakfast this morning.”
“Hope for the best, plan for the worst.”
“Or maybe that’s not a good idea.”
“I was only making a metaphor.”
“It should be business as usual. It’ll keep people calm.”
“She’s from Away, but she’s very nice.”
“Beer and liquor sales are off until further notice.”
“A lot of people aren’t going to like a booze shutdown.”
“Got a picture of Uncle Barrack over the bar.”
“You’ve got to put all the prescription drugs under lock and key.”
“Better take extra precautions, just the same.”
“We need to recognize that people are apt to be scared.”
“I think it might be best to keep this informal, for the time being.”
“Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.”
“I’ll tell you what, folks, it’s not that good.”
“She’s just a jumped-up crossing guard.”
“That’s only eight out of eighteen.”
“We need to beef up the force.”
“He’s not even old enough to vote… is he?”
“That business was overblown. And sparked by alcohol, as most such trouble is.”
“No one’s going to get shot.”
“We need to fill out an extremely depleted roster, and fast.”
“You know, I think that’s a great idea, sir.”
“Tank just ran dry, that’s all.”
“I know you’re as anxious to get out of here as I am.”
“I don’t understand it, though.”
“Are you willing to serve as a deputy until this damn clustermug is over?”
“If you need us, we are there.”
“Used to come out fishing this way. It’s peaceful.”
“Sometimes the air smells like the dirty underwear of the gods.”
“I hate all the ha-ha-you’re-going-to-hell-and-we’re-not stuff.”
“I have often wondered how they afford a fifty thousand-watt radio station.”
“This is as close as you want to go.”
“Looks like there’s nothing there, but take my word for it, there is.”
“That little Afghanistan problem over, is it?”
“A remarkably high number of pussies in Force Recon, or so I’ve heard.”
“If this situation was really bad, they would have sent in the Rangers.”
“Stand easy, fellas. Stand easy and let’s talk this over.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good–”
“Help a brother out!”
“We’ve got our orders.”
“I’d be happy to buy you a beer or kick your ass.”
“I’ve got work to do.”
“I want to get some pix.”
“I kind of wish you wouldn’t do that.”
“I think you know we can’t do that.”
“You take your orders, roll em tight, bend over, and stick em where the air quality is questionable.”
“I continue to be the bitch who gets all the good shit.”
“I’m in no mood for small talk.”
“I’m pretty goddam pissed off.”
“Whatever you tell me, I tell her.”
“Calling me that earns you no points.”
“How much can you tell me?”
“We started in a gravel pit that was already dug down to forty feet or so.”
“Of course the exploring has just started.”
“How do you know how high it is?”
“My mind was occupied with other things.”
“Is this an experiment gone wrong?”
“These people are goddam terrified.”
“It wasn’t us.”
“Would you know if it was?”
“We have good sources in my department.”
“Any chance it’s some sort of natural phenomenon?”
“Is it permeable?”
“We’ve been working on this less than twelve hours.”
“For now we just don’t know.”
“In Saudi Arabia they have bumper stickers on their cars these days saying I Heart New England.”
“Come on up here when it’s thirty below zero.”
“We intend to try like hell.”
“Beam me up, Snotty.”
“You think this is an inside job?”
“That’s actually the priority, isn’t it?”
“A thing like that could change the world.”
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“How did you eat the money?”
“I put it in my mouth and swallowed it. How do you eat anything else, Dane?”
@danskdanish continued from here.
{♛} —– Well, you see... I ate it --?
you are more brilliant
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( if only, if only you could see: the world is a barren night without your colors )
The Roles for the Twelve Signs
Aries: the Leader, the Enthusiast, the Daredevil, the Warrior
Taurus: the Sensualist, the Nature Love, the Singer, the Pragmatist
Gemini: the Communicator, the Interpreter, the Writer, the Storyteller
Cancer: the Carer, the Psychic, the Counselor, the Protector
Leo: the King or Queen, the Creative Artist, the Lover, the Actor or Actress
Virgo: the Analyst, the Critic, the Researcher, the Perfectionist
Libra: the Socializer, the Balancer, the Negotiator, the Partner
Scorpio: the Hypnotist, the Detective, the Transformer, the Controller
Sagittarius: the the Traveler, the Optimist, the Seeker, the Philosopher
Capricorn: the Worker, the Traditionalist, the Authority Figure, the Disciplinary
Aquarius: the Inventor, the Friend, the Eccentric, the Humanitarian
Pisces: the Mystic, the Healer, the Savior, the Romantic
ENFP Pisces sun Aries moon Taurus rising Gryffindor @royalghetto
So, uhm, in case anyone forgot or was wondering what I look like.
The latest Tweets from Myka Pennington (@KotoriKitten). In the Vegas Lights, || Sophomore || Rabbit and Video Game Enthusiast?
So, I don’t know if anyone is interested, but yoooo, here’s my twitter. In case anyone ever wants to know why I’m not here.
Superior
There was always an excuse, that was true, but to be frank the Norwegian couldn’t really care less.. Having someone like the Icelander in the lab made the job a touch less macabre. If need be, Søren could have performed his job alone, but he had grown so use to the bad jokes and wimpy smile of his assistant.
Nevertheless, the icy glance he gave the other was not welcoming and was locked on the others appearance. Even when he was messy Vignir was still cute.
“Go to the locker room, clean yourself up.. I have a clean set of scrubs in my locker.. Than I need help with the toxicity reports..” He paused and returned his stagnant stare down to the victim's record. “Hurry up.”
“Yes, sir.” His tone was groggy, even if his body never stopped. At times, he would consider himself to be much like a well oiled machine, but that never quite applied to his mind. There were days his legs were five steps in front of his thoughts, and that would cause problems -- And a whole lot of running around.
As he moved towards a door, clearly labeled ‘Locker,’ his head was forced down to stare meekly at his own feet. It was only a moment more for him to slop of his still dampened scrubs, slopping them down with a slick slosh. The clean set was baggy in some places, but he couldn’t complain now, or at all. It was his own fault to wear all of his own at his other job.
Finally, he emerged from behind the door, having picked the soiled scrubs from the floor and flung them into the bag that was no tucked away in his own locker. His snowy mop that he called hair (and fashionable) was thrown up behind a plastic hairband, keeping it out of his face enough to do his job. “How has your morning been, Søren?” He asked, substantially louder than he had been up till.
His eyes browsed over a communion-esque table, filled with files over each individual case, data they had collected and merged together to form a report. Despite working with the dead, their job was quite literally the difference between life and death.
There is a bag of bagels on the Icelander's desk that are only slightly stale from sitting out all morning. Truly, the Norwegian had good intentions to bring his assistant something to eat but when the hour struck and the snowy featured male was a no show, the blond merely left it and began to prepare for the day... It probably wasn't the best idea to be late for work during such an intense case...
It seemed Vignir always had an excuse, this or that. Though, when he stumbled into the lab a quarter past nine, hair disheveled and still in bloodied scrubs, there was a wordless explanation for his absence. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He mumbled, as if he was an ant compared to his superior. Some days it felt as if he was. “Who do you need me on, which table?” He didn’t so much as glance at his own messy workspace, let alone the bagels. There was too much to do right now, and he’d already wasted valuable time.
{♛} ----- You’re really fuckin’ stupid, all that liquor finally chew up and shit out the rest of your brain cells?
{♛} ----- Don’t be takin’ pictures of me, now. I didn’t agree to this.
{♛} ----- What year is it?
{♛} ----- You can’t be serious, that book is terrible, that entire series is humiliating..
i might be back idk
We’re all coming back at once, it must be fate.