YEEHAW, LTD. #11
yeah idk what happened with this one

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

if i look back, i am lost

Kaledo Art
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hello vonnie
Three Goblin Art

Origami Around
Claire Keane
KIROKAZE
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One Nice Bug Per Day
dirt enthusiast
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Love Begins
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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todays bird
noise dept.
Stranger Things

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YEEHAW, LTD. #11
yeah idk what happened with this one
Abundance - kastle
read on ao3
Karen’s flight leaves in six hours.
She should be home, sleeping or doing some last-minute researching or repacking her bag because there’s no way she got everything she needs in the duffel she sent ahead yesterday.
She should be doing anything but tracking down his address.
She should be doing anything but standing at Frank’s apartment door.
But here she finds herself, desperate to see him, needing him to know she’s leaving, needing him to know where she’ll be. Needing. So desperately needing.
Good Bones by Maggie Smith
Ok this is driving me and my friend crazy, can anyone remember which movie/tv show has a scene with a woman using her compact makeup powder to reveal some sort of lasers???
I’m rereading P&P and just- The thought of Fitzwilliam Darcy listening in absolute petrified horror and mortification while Lady Catherine expounds on Elizabeth’s impertinence when she so condescendingly went to speak to her about the impossiblity of her marrying her nephew. And then having her indignantly quote that upon being told that she would be despised by everyone connected to him Elizabeth’s answer was that “the wife of Mr. Darcy must have such extraordinary sources of happiness necessarily attached to her situation, that she could, upon the whole, have no cause to repine.”
Darcy just staring at his aunt, who probably takes this as shocked indignation, while he tries to start believing that Elizabeth ‘I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry’ Bennet said those words, about him, to his aunt’s face
I think I need to lie down
spring cleaning shenanigans (or, is there really just the one way booker? is there really)
Comics: DC -> Lois Lane
Bridgerton (2020-) + Filming Locations [1/∞]
Kiss Drawing Prompt: E2 + Jyn and Cassian
Nileweek2020 Favorite Weapon - Free Choice (This was supposed to be for day nine, I didn’t post when I was supposed to)
Just been thinking about the potential of immortal scarring
@ezbozart I hope this OK but I could not get your art out of my head and I had to write this:
Scar Tissue
The night is warm, the promise of rain in the air. Nile scratches idly at the label on her beer bottle. It’s in Dutch, so she has no idea what it says.
It’s nice. She’s on her third one and doesn’t feel anything yet. She would normally be feeling something by now, but at this point nothing about her body should surprise her.
She remembers Andy drowning a bottle of vodka on the plane and thinks perhaps quantity and speed is how you get one over on immortal livers.
But she'd have to go inside for more beer and inside means people and talking and questions.
Copley looks at her neck. Because of course he fucking does.
‘You’re one of them.’
‘Yeah, I’m new.’
She touches her throat.
The door behind her slides open and she startles.
‘Sorry.' Joe leans against the railing next to her and hands her another beer. She places her empty bottle on the floor. 'Booker has some tops with the high neck because… you know.'
She nods. She knows.
They drink in silence for awhile. Her eyes on the moon, his on the door.
Joe's is an oddly thin, flat line. Just under his sternum. She saw it at the lab, thick and shiny against his skin. We killed each other. Many times. She tries to imagine Nicky's heavy sword, pressed through skin and bone.
She can't match it up the image of them now, how Nicky curls around Joe's back as they sway in the kitchen. Nicky's hands, laying one on top of the other, press against Joe's chest. Against his scar.
She trails her own fingers against her neck almost absent mindedly. If Joe notices, he makes no comment.
‘Where is Nicky’s?'
‘How do you know-- ah.’ He turns and leans over the railing. ‘The lab. Nicky’s is a bit… easier to cover.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘I swiped low, under his shield. Aiming for the femoral artery.’ Joe takes a slow sip of his beer, his eyebrow raised pointedly.
‘Oh God, it's on his dick, isn’t it?’ Nile asks, startling a laugh out of Joe.
‘Not exactly his dick, no.’
Nile puts her hands up. ‘I won’t ever ask about it.’
'He'd show you if you wanted to see. I got a good swing all across here-' Joe waves his free hand and Nile covers her eyes.
'Nope. Don't need to know, thank you.'
They laugh. It feels good. It feels freeing.
Joe doesn't look. His eyes stay on hers and it's easy. She feels freer than she has since she woke up in the med bay.
'Quỳnh used to say it could be worse.' Joe says, as the conversation and beer run low.
Nile hums. He leans, brushes his arm along hers.
'It could be worse,' he says softly. His hand strays to his chest. 'You could have died.'
The Old Guard (2020)
Hair and Make Up Tests
Booker
from Gina’s instagram (gpbmadeit)!!!
— Anyway, happy new year. — And you. 🌠
Doodled Nile in the snow because I love her and I’m longing for a real winter
- Nikita Gill // insp
anonymous requested: The Old Guard women appreciation
First Snow III, Nile, thinking of family