#charredbone

[siobhan-mcdonald]

Watch: https://Vimeo.com/258939437 - short documentary on my solo show at Taylor Galleries: ‘Disappearing Worlds’ #solarwhite #charredbone @taylorgalleries @highlanesgallery @centreculturelirlandais #glaciers #solarorbiter #space #shortdocumentary #irishart #disappearingworlds #contemporarypainting #SiobhánMcDonald @ucdrosemount @ucdscience #europeanspaceagency

[battlesthatmatter]

"That's a gnarly bruise you're sporting there, Cap. I'd hate to see the other guy." Rumlow's lips are curled in a lazy smirk, dark eyes tracing the discolored skin on Rogers' neck in the shape of teeth marks. He's got some bruises of his own- claw marks in an unmistakably jagged pattern, too; the proof of his encounter with a beast. (charredbones)

Rumlow

He pulled down his shirt the rest of the way, smoothing out the end when his head snapped towards the voice. Rumlow’s steely rumble was unmistakable and that smug air about him permeated. The wolf didn’t need to touch the spot, the flesh still tender as the fibers of his flesh worked to knit themselves back together. He pressed his palm to his chin, popping his neck loudly before he stood up an turned to face the other better.Eyes raked over the littering of marks that he sported at the moment. He wondered just how long it would take him to heal from that. The most fanger’s he saw injured didn’t get back up once Roger was done with them. “Good thing y’all can’t see your own reflections then,” he grinned back at him. The metal of his buckle clacked as he finished putting his belt back into place. “Guess you lucked out.”

[siobhan-mcdonald]

Sad to say it’s the last weekend of my show @highlanesgallery #charredbone #contemporarypainting #irishartist #europespaceagency #siobhánmcdonald #artindublin #contemporaryirishart #abstractpainting @mcdonaldsiobhan

[siobhan-mcdonald]

I made this piece with ancient charred bone & carbon. It's on view today at @highlanesgallery thank you to @seanbreithaupt for your stunning photo of this piece #prehistoric #solarwhite #highlanesgallery #europespaceagency #solarorbiter #irishartist #contemporarypainting #contemporarypainting #charredbone #exhibition

[battlesthatmatter]

Rumor has it that Rumlow joined HYDRA because he lost his football scholarship after going on a 'Roid rage in a coffee shop when they put splenda in his coffee instead of sugar, throwing chairs at waitresses and screaming "I HATE SPLENDA! IT TASTES LIKE PENCILS!"

Start a rumor | @charredbones

“I’m not a specialist on this sort of situation. I have to say that...I don’t know the truth on that one. You would have to contact the expert on that one. In any case, I can’t disclose any information from another staff member’s file without their approval.”He could see Rumlow throwing chairs, but not at a civilian... Steve shook his head as he tried to imagine the scene as it had been described. “But pencils? Does splenda really taste like graphite and wood?”

[battlesthatmatter]

That werewolf healing factor ain't nothin' to scoff at, huh. Marks made less than half an hour ago (deep, and certainly not tenderly delivered) are already mending; Brock makes note of that. Striding forward, he sets his teeth against the still healing wound, applying the faintest pressure. Wolf tastes like dirt and pine; less than appetizing. "Doesn't stop me from feelin' the damage though. Know I told you not to hold back, but I thought you were tryin' to kill me there. Try harder next time."

Rogers continued to garb himself while Rumlow came closer. The wolf paused in his movements gazing absently at the hardwood floor while he felt teeth pushing against the mending tissue. A rumble of warning came from the wolf as he felt the sting intensify for a moment, but he did not hear his skin break from the fanger’s teeth. “If I was actually trying to kill you, you’d already be dead,” he smiled as he straightened his spine and glanced back over to him. He slowly pulled away and only then did he allow his fingers to run over the mark the other enhanced fellow left. It was warmer to the touch than the rest of his flesh and already it was annoyingly itchy; but far to sensitive to scratch at just yet. He’d give it a few more hours and check on it then.