the new t.wau content has me so confused. didn’t that studio die or something

pronoun update tbh

how are there still people that need to be told that whitewashing is bad

this is your reminder that i really love c.lint b.arton.

just found out there’s another me running around

as if the h.awkeye show could get any worse they made clint b.arton denounce boomerang arrows

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this is mostly bc i keep disappearing off the face of the earth but if y'all wanna talk/rp on disco i can be found there more often than here - serkonos#0610

the man from u.n.c.l.e. (2015) sentence starters

tw disordered eating, alcohol, gendered slurs, violence

❝ you look important… or at least your suit does. ❞ ❝ statements like that can get you into a lot of trouble around here. ❞ ❝ make yourself comfortable, why don’t you.  ❞ ❝ you’re wasting your time. i haven’t seen him for 18 years. ❞ ❝ if i had 15 minutes, we’d drink tea, eat biscuits; i’d talk, you’d laugh, and we’d be on our way. ❞ ❝ are they still following us? ❞ ❝ when you hear something that sounds like a gunshot, drive. ❞ ❝ you can’t be serious. ❞ ❝ excuse me dear, i just need to use your back door. ❞ ❝ hug me. ❞ ❝ what’s that? it smells like feet. ❞ ❝ how long was your prison sentence? ❞ ❝ don’t ever make the calamitous error of mistaking my deliberate short-sightedness for blindness. ❞ ❝ look at ‘em. merrily oblivious as we labor tirelessly to save them from extinction and not even a ‘thank-you.’ ❞ ❝ don’t kill your partner on your first day. ❞ ❝ i’m sure you understand humiliation better than most. ❞ ❝ my woman would never wear anything like that. ❞ ❝ smoothly done. ❞ ❝ you can’t put a paco rabanne belt on a patou. ❞ ❝ and remember… take it like a pussy. ❞ ❝ not very good at this whole ‘subtlety’ thing, are you? ❞ ❝ either you start to look like you know what you’re doing, or i’m out of here. ❞ ❝ would you like a bigger glass? ❞ ❝ no fun dancing by yourself; i need a partner. ❞ ❝ don’t you make me put you over my knee. ❞ ❝ so you don’t want to dance… but you do want to wrestle. ❞ ❝ i like my women strong. ❞ ❝ now we are engaged. again. ❞ ❝ i am neither a goat, nor your sister, so… get your hands off me. ❞ ❝ i’m okay, i think. ❞ ❝ i’ve been on a diet, my dear. just caviar and champagne for three weeks. ❞ ❝ you see, each one of us has a destiny… and i believe i can help you with yours. ❞ ❝ you can see the future? ❞ ❝ i can see us having lunch tomorrow. alone. ❞ ❝ darling, time to go. ❞ ❝ they had it coming. ❞ ❝ you need to control your temper. ❞ ❝ i think he’s an athletic, good-looking gazillionaire, who’s offered me a job and made advances towards me. ❞ ❝ i quite like him. ❞ ❝ i don’t know what you’re upset about, you’re not even my fiance! ❞ ❝ the thing is… i work better alone. ❞ ❝ i’m not leaving. ❞ ❝ and what, exactly, did you do to him? ❞ ❝ just shut up and watch me work. ❞ ❝ you’re trembling. ❞ ❝ it’s going to be okay. ❞ ❝ i’ll be close by. ❞ ❝ help yourself to a drink. ❞ ❝ so sorry to keep you waiting. ❞ ❝ i thought i was doing so well. ❞ ❝ the fault doesn’t lie in your performance. ❞ ❝ she seemed so innocent. ❞ ❝ i’m so sorry i can’t stay to finish you off myself. ❞ ❝ man has only two masters in this world, and their names are pain and fear. ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d say this, but i’m actually quite pleased to see you. ❞ ❝ it’s okay. i would have done exactly the same thing in your position. ❞

this is mostly bc i keep disappearing off the face of the earth but if y'all wanna talk/rp on disco i can be found there more often than here - serkonos#0610

two days until hell, gentlemen

Oh, baby girl… It’s okay. It’s okay.

i do hate how tumblr is bad at updating your actual follow count bc i’ll randomly lose like five followers all at once and it gives me a heart attack

fun facts abt grey.heart wolf!

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fun facts abt grey.heart wolf!

he's b.igby's elder brother, second born of the litter.

remained in the homelands when the initial evacuations/migrations to the mundie world were made, falsely believing that The Adversary would not touch his fathers sacred ground.

was one of the pack who, when b.igby attempted to fight his father to avenge the death of his mother, tried to talk him down and out of it and to instead accept his fathers teachings. bigby ofc refused, but you all know those stories.

as a result of remaining with his father rather than going off on his own, grey learned the adaptive powers of the wind and air, and is thus a true shapeshifter, rather than a strange bastardized version of a lycanthrope. though his true form remains a wolf (a form which he heavily prefers), he can take on nearly any animal form known to him. he cannot shift into other people, however, and his forms tend to be larger versions of the base animal, and are thus fairly identifiable.

when he first arrives in the mundane world, he has little knowledge of its workings, and thus there's quite a bit of a learning period where he has to get himself used to modern life. things that still confuse him, in no certain order, are: crosswalks and their buttons, sirens, elevators, and microwaves. (he hates that the food is always cold when it's supposed to get HOT)

b.igby has him work under him, as chief deputy of the f.abletown police department. he's relieved for the backup; but the townsfolk tend to be a little uneasy at the idea of two wolves enforcing the law. grey always likes to politely remind them that they're more than welcome to apply for a position if they're so worried.

he's smart enough to quickly strip before shifting. b.igby.

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@innosaints​

its  the  smell  of  him,  really.  red  meat.  he  can’t  scrub  it  out,  even  under  that  subtle  dash  of  cedar  and  honey,  and  the  smell  of  his wrinkled  button  up,  and  his  smoke  and  nicotine.  it’s  what’s  drawn  logan  in,  strangely  enough,  what  has  him  slinking  about  like  a  stalking  panther.  he  loathes  such  intimate  contact,  but  he  can’t  help  himself,  awash  in  the  headlights  of  a  parked  car,  maybe  bigby’s  own.  he’s  a  creature  of  curiosity,  above  little  else.  

when  they  meet  eyes,  logan’s  lips  peel  back  into  a  snarl,  rows  of  sharp  teeth  bared  in  warning.

     he’d stepped out for just a smoke. borrowing a car was one thing, returning it full of the stench of tobacco was entirely another. the smoke of a freshly lit cigarette swirled around him, quelling the stench of the city. . . and the other that stalked him. the smoke clears with a breeze, and the smell hits, and his eyes snap open, staring at the hunched figure in front of him.

     a single blink turns brown eyes into gold, the irises nearly glowing despite the dark of night that surrounded them. his own lips pull back to answer the other man’s snarl, a growl pulling itself from his throat, almost involuntarily. 

                   “  who are you?

                          and what the hell are you doing here?  ”

do you think b.igby ever forgets that the guy in the mirror is him