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[greatwoea]

ayo, this blog has been archived and is now over here

[greatwoea]

ayo, this blog has been archived and is now over here

[zymbiote-archived4now]

“Hold on, dude! I gotta talk to you!”

[greatwoea]

hello: amora, wade wilson, eris, violet parr, ambrose spellman, joyce byers, lucas sinclair  gbye: m’baku, oberyn martell, scott lang, charles vane

[johnparri]

Rome Flynn as Gabriel Maddox in Your Funeral (How to Get Away with Murder 5x01).

[greatwoea]

❛   with all due respect, the night’s watch is no place for you, my lady,   ❜   it was gruelling and harsh, cold and bitter ------ not at all like the rolling green hills, warmth and spring air of highgarden. @thelittleqveen / liked from jon. 

[greatwoea]

sif.

allies set upon quest alone.   an  oddity  that  they  were  yet  to  grace  with  return,  so  upon  self  had  retrieval  been  given.  and  yet  no  surprise  when  three  are  seen  restricted  in  chain,  upon  arrival  greeted  by  waves  of  defence  of  which  she  had  to  wade.  now  beads  of  sweat  take  place  upon  forehead,  sword  drawn  and  blood  coated           the  price  they  pay  for  imprisonment. 

❛  as  glad  i  am  that  you  are  not  a  sacrifice  of  war,  after  what  i  have  endured  i  briefly  considered  letting  you  stay. ❜   taunt  that  leaves  humoured  lips,  concern  played  part  yet  to  dwell  on  that  time  consuming.  of  course  strategy  had  left  her  with  keys  in  hand,  swung  upon  index  finger  in  show.  act  is  fast,  delving  into  lock  to  release  companions  from  restriction.   ❛  pray  tell  fandral,  how  is  it  you  ended  up  in  such  position?   ❜

❛   oh, but nothing you couldn’t handle, of that i’m certain,   ❜  she was the fiercest of them all. if the lady sif couldn’t weather through a storm, then there was little hope for the rest. once the shackles fall to the ground with a resounding clanger, fandral rubs at his wrists and steps out of the surrounding pile of chains by his feet. 

❛   apparently, even my charms have their limitations,   ❜   he sighs, searching the area for his gear.  ❛   that sorceress is a wily one, her affections for thor are   ------   well, still ever present. she would come to no rationality unless he were to settle some kind of deal. alas, we were thor-less, and found ourselves here not long after.   ❜  

[greatwoea]

❛   i thought you told me that this was going to be a simple extraction,   ❜   and it was proving to be anything but. although he didn’t appear stressed, his stress levels were on the rise. @mxctxns​ / liked from napoleon.

[greatwoea]

illya kuryakin.

          illya’s jaw aches as his molars grind together and he avoids his partner’s eyes, although whether out of pride or simply to calm himself before he speaks is unclear.  the fact that he’s grown very used to his american partner’s company, that he finds himself occasionally quite comfortable in solo’s presence, does little to soften the blow of his sudden concern.   ❛   you are mistaken,   ❜   he snaps back in a hiss.   ❛   if u.n.c.l.e. were against kgb’s interests, I would not be here.  it is not any conflict.  and you are inventing a problem that does not exist.   ❜

for a moment, he appears resigned.  resigned to the fact that illya won’t accept anything other than the brutality of the kgb; won’t lean towards a helping hand, or comfort of any kind. and then napoleon wonders, maybe it’s just him. maybe he was the wrong person, after all, to address this matter with illya.

❛   and you’re afraid,   ❜   napoleon shuts his mouth then, because he’s very aware of illya’s temper, and very aware that he has an excellent habit of pressing his buttons. 

[greatwoea]

❛  don’t look so surprised, eggsy.  surely it’s not the first time you’ve heard the word,  ❜  harry had quite the potty mouth when the situation demanded it. and right now, though it may go undetected otherwise, he was exceedingly stressed. which, yeah, called for a little swearing. a little for fucks sake, if you will.  @unnwin.

[soldierwinters]

A little gratitude would be nice.

                    My name is Harry Hart.

[alicenthightower]

Diane Guerrero photographed by Braden Summers

Any chance you’re considering a future in politics? It does interest me. I actually studied political science and communications in college. It was really hard which is probably why I want to sing and dance. This is a lot more fun, but I feel like things are coming full circle. Once you do a little growing up and look at the news and say “wow, I’m not OK with a lot of stuff that’s happening,” it’s hard not to look the other way. I’ve shifted my negatives into positives but that needs to happen for everyone—I can’t be the only one who feels this way so I want to do everything I can to help.

[greatwoea]

peggy carter‌.

       ❝ oh you are a clever man, aren’t you? ❞ the coolness of the stones on her skin, the way she looked at him from the mirror as he clasped the necklace around her neck. hyperaware of every movement he made, before she tossed him a smirk over her shoulders and stepped down from the platform.  ❝ clever and good at flattery. you must have so many women in the palm of your hand. ❞ running a hand through her hair, she looked at the outfit they had curated for the evening with a skilled eye.  ❝ –i suppose it’s now your turn? i refuse to think you’d wear just a simple black tux. not when you’re accompanying me. ❞   

❛  actually, i had hoped you would entertain me with your opinion,  ❜  a poised smirk upon his lips still lingering from her last comment. he did have a way with women, one of his many talents, though that way extended only so far. napoleon gestures to the small rack of selected suits, specifically picked by himself and paired with complimenting accessories.  ❛  i’m reluctant to go with the deep blue, i think it’ll clash with your dress,  ❜  which he would despise to do.  ❛  so, that limits me to these two. the charcoal, or the brown.  ❜

[greatwoea]

❛  what’s kuryakin done this time?  ❜  because usually, and he uses that lightly, her temper peaked in his presence. napoleon had his ways of getting on her nerves, and she his, but they had an understanding. as of right now, he couldn’t fathom what he’s possibly done to earn such a deathly glower. so, naturally, he blames it on illya.  @tellrr / liked from napoleon.

[greatwoea]

eggsy unwin‌.

❛    I take what I  need ,  bruv .     bein’  a hardballer ain’t done you much good .    ❜     brows quirk ,  hard to imagine this guy working with the feds .   he doesn’t seem the authoritative type .     

❛    did you quit or did they fire you    ?    ❜

❛  i must’ve missed the part where we’re pals,  ❜   defensive, suddenly. he didn’t speak about that to his siblings, not that they were really close anymore  ------  but he sure as shit wasn’t going to talk about that with some guy he just met.  ❛  isn’t really your business, is it?  ❜

[greatwoea]

❛  since this costume lacks pockets ——  ❜  she plucks the cliche’d lipstick laser from her bra and waves it about. one never suspects.  ❛  where else would i hide my tools?  ❜   @dcvoidofcolor / liked from felicia.

[greatwoea]

gavya teller‌.

𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ,   trying to stifle the pain with deep inhales .   it works ,  on occasion   ——————   pain ebbs and flows and ,  combined with the frustration of being a hindrance ,  results in the glower aimed at the back of Napoleon’s head .    she’s not impressed with herself ,  not happy with choices that will indubitably receive reprimand from superiors later down the line .  and it’s misdirected at him .

❛    I will  continue  to make a fuss .    ❜    growls through gritted teeth ,  though it’s not a statement followed through with action .   she settles ,  works through the pain ,  tries to keep a level head .            ❛    what now    ?   ❜

she’s small, skinny enough to fit through the gap of the window.  he can’t manage to budge it open any further, not to fit himself through without causing a ruckus. at least, squeezing her through will allow them a quicker chance at escape once he smashes through the rest. yeah. napoleon grimaces at the thought.

he points to the window.  ❛   what now, is you getting out through here, think of it like our rendezvous in east berlin. i’m right behind you.  ❜