Thurston is like if you took a normal cat and scaled him up a little bit

seen from United States
seen from Yemen

seen from Colombia

seen from United States
seen from Sweden
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Bulgaria

seen from Bulgaria

seen from Bulgaria

seen from Bulgaria
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Bulgaria

seen from Bulgaria
Thurston is like if you took a normal cat and scaled him up a little bit
*in Eden*
Murphy: *counting on his fingers*
Cashier: i just asked how old you are
Murphy: can you shut the fuck up for a second
Inktober day 12 - Shattered
Why is Murphy distressed? Well, he’s a writer. Insert writer woe here... that’s why Murphy is shattered. Poor Murphy.
The real tragedy of Season 2 is that we never got to hear the punchline of that Arker, Grounder, Mountain Man joke.
@avictimofthejazz (half-plotted)
Uproarious. The thud upstairs was unmistakable. It was heavy, nearly sounding like the whole house itself trembled. Panicked cerulean orbs flash upwards instinctively as if they’d be able to peer directly through the floor to determine what the source had been. The effort is futile, frustratingly useless.
It takes her only a second to recollect that Murphy was up there. “Murph?” Her tentative, tremulous voice calls out. When his reply isn’t instantaneous, she shuts the door she’d been prodding through. The snooping could wait. What if he’s hurt?
“Murph?” She calls out a second time with a pulse that is spiking.
She takes the stairs two at a time. Without deigning to knock on the door, she lurches in, nearly colliding with a fleeing masked figure. She half expected Murphy to come barreling along after him, but after pausing for two seconds--- she realizes he’s not coming.
“Oh, God...” the two words are uttered like a hushed prayer. “Murphy?” The third time his name is hushed with dread. It’s only a groan that gives her any assurance that he’s still there. She rounds the corner of the bed.
Within seconds, she’s kneeling at his side. Her quivering hands fuss, reaching out to cup his face. “Are.... are you okay? Wh... what happened?”
I got interested in Dr. Acton and murphy relationship but the more i know the more pain i feel
murphy: *dropping hints he’s into laura*
murphy: you need to go out more
laura: ur right
*laura calls and asks out her clients lawyer*
murphy: that’s not...how i wanted this to go.