The first and the last time ...
With an Eurasian Villain
Bond and Felix sharing a drink in a club
Observing an obscure Laboratory
Using fancy hazard suits
Having a proper Ken Adams Lair
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from Germany

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from Mexico

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Greece

seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from Costa Rica

seen from Italy

seen from Indonesia
seen from Italy
seen from United States

seen from Italy

seen from Mexico
The first and the last time ...
With an Eurasian Villain
Bond and Felix sharing a drink in a club
Observing an obscure Laboratory
Using fancy hazard suits
Having a proper Ken Adams Lair
that took forever ughh! but yes, pastel pink thursdaysgrrl era over. now it's all downtown girl autumn the smiths small font & eating pomegranate with your bare hands.
hi lana ily
Hey sis!
Oooo stop saying you love me, my god, I'll believe it and I'll be unbearable asking you to repeat yourself like the needy bitch that I am 🙆🏻♀️🫣🥹
excerpt of my amnesiac!kai lava-fanfic I won't ever finish #1
“He doesn’t remember,” Nya piped up and effectively triggered a panic attack in Kai with her next words, “he doesn’t remember the last five years.”
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Nya was gently rubbing the back of his hand, as Kai violently breathed into a paper bag. His heart monitor beeped so fast, the singular sounds almost created just one long beep, and Kai would laugh at the irony how he literally just woke up from nearly dying if he didn’t feel like death was only a matter of minutes.
He pulled the bag from his mouth. “Five…five years?!” he gasped, “How old am I?! How old are you?!” Nya quickly guided the paper bag to cover his mouth again.
“Deep breaths, Kai, you’re okay.”
“I’m certainly not okay, Nya! Okay people don’t forget five years of their lives!”
Nya wrestled the bag back to his face, “Breathe into the damn paper bag, estúpido!”
My tracker says I have 93 active threads across all my blogs ( I've archived all the "dead ones" = unanswered, deactivated muses.. so around 20 are archived threads) - 93 is such a high number it's shocking. But it also makes sense, since I joined in november 2022 so it's a year and a half, I track everything, and we do write A Lot. Damn what a trip
I just wanna say thanks to everyone who likes or reblogs my Käärijä Art. My Art is mediocre and I know I draw like a little kid too but reading these tags people leave in the reblogs just touches me so much and makes me tear up too. because I’m a crybaby.
☆ SOFIA.
WHO: sofia ( @sofia-silva )
WHERE: silver spurs ranch
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does rhys often do hand - deliveries of honey from the hives out in his backyard ? no , actually , not really , but he’d reckon an excuse to drive out to the silvas’ ranch was as good enough a reason as any to make the trip . and besides , he’s up to his elbows in honey this year ; the several colonies of bees he’d re - homed over the summer left rhys with more than he knew what to do with , and that was even after setting aside jars for gifts , crates of ‘em to sell at the farmer’s market . it’s been years since he’s been out this way , not since he was younger , and the drive over has him thinking back on all the time he’d spent out on the ranch when he was younger , how the silvas had decided to take a chance on some kid from the south side just trying to make some money to make sure his siblings were fed . it meant a lot to him then , and it’s hard not to think about it now as he takes the same familiar route . rhys drives up to the house , balancing a shallow wooden crate in one arm as he starts up the stairs to knock on her front door . ❝ ―sof ? you home ? ❞
Celebrating OTW's anniversary by reading fic at ungodly hours as is right