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[techfist-blog]

     ‘ alright, i’m not the most qualified medic, but there’s gotta be something else here for me to do. i’m good with tech, can repair just about anything if you give me the time. is there anything that needs repaired? i could even make medical supplies, i’ve got the know - how. ‘ // @subsole.

[dhimagen]

#soloizquierdas #subsole @piojonavarroo ⛵ chile winter. @surfer_magazine feb 2018

[dhimagen]

@surfer_magazine feb 2018. @deepwatersurf 😱💀☠👻👽👹 . . . . #surfchile #surf #soloizquierdas #subsole (at Chile)

[dhimagen]

@surfer_magazine feb 2018. @ottoint and @surfnavarro sunrise delight. . . . #surf #surfchile #soloizquierdas #subsole (at Chile)

[vaultvintage]

            “ ‘ To the victor, go the spoils. ’ ” An apt comment, considering Effie was now digging through a dead raider’s pockets for anything of use. There was some surprise at her companion’s skill with a language that was considered dead even before the world ended. Eyes glance up towards the doctor, smile quirking one corner of her lips. “ Am I right? My Latin is a little rusty. ”

@subsole  ♥ !!

[rasmes-blog1]

asks for necessity or of interest.  he lets his intentions hide away like his identity beneath his mask.     ‘    WHAT MEDICATION DO YOU HAVE ON YOU ?           @subsole    liked.

[notsiilicon-blog]

@subsole | starter call

“Gannon,” says the securitron by the elevator door. Not Victor’s voice, as usually comes from this unit-- nor is it Victor’s face on the screen.

House doesn’t make a habit of speaking to the guests Liam has invited into his home. Victor was created to be welcoming, hospitable; he’s better suited to the task than his creator. On a normal occasion, House would be content to allow that arrangement to continue. But Liam has seemingly disappeared from the face of the earth, and this isn’t a normal occasion. 

“I’m well aware of your views about me,” House begins, seeing no point in glossing over the obvious. He could offer mindless pleasantries, but he doubts Gannon would appreciate them-- or believe them. “However, you and I share something in common: concern for our mutual friend.” A pause. “If you know anything regarding his whereabouts, it’s in his best interests that you tell me.”

And yours, goes unsaid.

[whiskeyrcse-blog]

❝ i look at you and think ‘god what have we done with our lives, and what did it get us?’ ❞

hamilton sentences | accepting

A fuckload of nothing is what it got them, but Cass is too deep – or not deep enough – into her bottle to admit it. And she bristles at it– at the implication that she wasted her life, that he knows her well enough to say so, that she’s some reminder of his regrets. It’s got just enough judgment to make it sting.

“Ain’t that just charming,“ she says with a glare. “Do your moping somewhere else. I’m in no mood for it.”