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IN ALL CHAOS, THERE IS CALCULATION.   independent dylan shrike from the now you see me movie franchise. rebooted on aug 11. previously equesv.  ( personals don’t reblog ! )

#I MOVED !!

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IN ALL CHAOS, THERE IS CALCULATION.   independent dylan shrike from the now you see me movie franchise. rebooted on aug 11. previously equesv.  ( personals don’t reblog ! )

#self promo for ts #FIND ME HERE NOW

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ooc.  THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE. NEW BLOG AT  ( and i can’t emphasise enough how not sorry i am about this url )  @safefated!!

#i need to move the co.vu url and make a promo and a theme and post some more tags #but that's all for later

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hi i’m remaking this blog. will drop the linko when the tags start working.

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Types renamed - The kinda insulting, stereotypical version

INTJ: The grumpy Voldemort-like mysterium

INTP: The chaotic procrastinating alien

ENTJ: The supreme leader of the universe

ENTP: The nonsense-addict devil worshipper

INFP: The obsessive stalker that wants to know every single thing to the bottom of your soul

INFJ: The emotional, overthinking crybaby

ENFJ: The moody, sarcastic hero

ENFP: The hyperactive, naive cuddle-baby with absolutely no clue, how to make final decisions

ISTJ: The 08/15 standard everyday-person, that does every job, that you possibly wouldn't want to do on purpose

ISFJ: The overprotective, sentimental mum for everyone

ESTJ: The traditional, reliable leader, who's angry at you because you put the glass of marmalade in another place than it used to be

ESFJ: The gossip girl on every party

ISTP: The 08/15 standard everyday-person, that spends the day in front of the PC

ISFP: The quirky artist

ESTP: The orange bully with blond toupee that thinks is able to take an ExTJ job. Like president or something.

ESFP: The unloyal scandalous fuckboy/-girl that can't take anything seriously

#i'm sobbing #mun is INTJ & dylan is ESTJ #tbt #trump mention

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          it’s not that he hates the holiday. it’s just one of those days he’d rather spend inside four walls, tv, radio, and newspapers all left outside of the room and phone left purposeless without any living, printed or pixelated person reminding him what day it is  ( a task he expects to be a lot easier now that he no longer has a job to force his own ass to, and he can’t imagine any of the horsemen have any complaints about just... skipping the day entirely ). the day starts like all of them have during the last ten years --- he does his morning routines, pretending like he’s not thinking bout what he’s doing when he shuts the tv or when he shoves the day’s paper under a book. it helps, kind of: for the length of one coffee and two sudokus, he’s forgotten about it entirely. dylan manages to not remember it for a long time, as he’s walking through his daily paths through the house and the hq without really thinking where he’s going...

          the picture frames in the office bring it back.

          familiar melancholy creeps within him as he looks at the photographs: a distant echo of a hope that he’d managed to make things work with his fiancée all those years ago so he could’ve adopted or worked something else out. wordlessly, he picks up the frame and is left wondering about should-have-beens and could-have-beens. whatever children he would’ve had then would be teenagers now, and while the thought more than amuses him, it also leaves him wondering... would the horsemen ever have happened if he would’ve gotten a wife, two point something children and a dog all those years ago? the more he thinks about it, the less likely it feels that he could’ve been as obsessed with vengeance as he was if things had worked out better. dylan moves to the sofa, and lets his mind wonder over the past year. two. three. the smile tells the truth: he’s happy about how it’s all turned out.

         while he does pour himself a drink, for the first time in years on this specific date, it’s a celebratory one.

                                                                 happy father’s day, dad --- wherever you are.

#idk what this is but i felt like writing out father's day feelings #bc this is such a clear indicator of how much more fulfilling his life is now #despite all the trauma #❮♞❯ death makes angels. ⁽ ᶫᶦᵒᶰᵉᶫ ⁾ #❮♞❯ every detail. ⁽ ᶦᶰᵗᵉʳᵖʳᵉᵗᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰ ⁾ #also yes someone needs to get dylan's drinking under control #alcohol cw #fathers day cw

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J. DANIEL ATLAS.          magifurem.

if his smirk fades a touch at dylan’s words ,  it’s only slightly.   not that he can help it ,  the reminder of his first capture is a blow that hits his ego hard.   dylan could call it what he wanted ,  an operation or a sting ,  but he’d  conned  danny ,  got his defenses down and struck ,  and there had been a time when danny would’ve claimed such a thing to be impossible.   the implied   ‘ twice ’   at the end had significantly less effect.   he hadn’t been actually  trying  to run then ,  as defeated as he was.   he thinks there’s an understanding between them of that fact ,  no matter how much dylan claims to be his two-time captor.

he rolls his eyes to dylan’s expression and shrug ,  amused in spite of himself.    “  yeah ,   no one  is going to find that underwhelming.  ”    the words are quick as he steps forward to follow dylan to the table ,  and after a moment of thought he isn’t sure if they compliment dylan’s skill at catching him or the challenge he himself presented.   that ,  he supposes ,  is one of the cruxes of genuinely respecting the man who arrested you :  it’s hard to praise either party without dismissing the other.

zeroing back in on the case at hand is simple enough ,  even if there’s a flicker of aggravation at the initial dismissal of their work so long as the suspect hadn’t been arrested yet.  he’s nothing if not a showman though ,  and so he shrugs and sticks his hands into his pockets ,  cocking his head in some semblance of innocence.    “  i just went in to ask mr. mayland about his community outreaches ,  but there must’ve been some sort of mix up in records ,  because the information folder he gave me had a bunch of bank statements that showed wire transfers through several false accounts.  ”    really ,  between he ,  merritt ,  and jack ,  it had been simple to swap the contents of  the folder  —  without being caught ,  on camera or otherwise  —  which mayland  had  handed directly to danny entirely of his own free will.    “ call me crazy but i think the amounts match what he claimed to have invested in the veteran project. ”

          not in a million years would he call it a con --- he found a weak spot and used it, but it was no different than catching any other criminal by following the girl. there is not a doubt in his mind atlas wasn’t, at least on some level, aware that he was going to walk into a trap when they’d let him find her  ( and even if he hadn’t, dylan can hardly feel sorry for him: the james daniel atlas he’d been running after for years is very different from the man in front of him ). the second time... well, dylan holds on to the claim that he would’ve found danny eventually anyway even if the kid had found henley waiting at the other end and gotten whatever bonnie and clyde runaway experience he’d thought he was gonna get with her. honestly, dylan doesn’t ask nor does he really want to know what danny’s plans with henley had once been: for one, it is an obviously sore subject and poking at it makes danny withdraw, and secondly  ( more importantly )... danny has a new life. a fucking decent one, much better than what seems fair, so it is best for danny to try and keep his mind on how much he’s gotten from the honest life rather than dream of cons and lack of stability. if dylan could help that, all the better.

          a satisfied smile makes an appearance on dylan’s lips --- he’d lie if he claimed he doesn’t enjoy the part in their relationship where danny’s ego boosts end up complimenting him, regardless of how much he’d hope the whole world would stop romanticising danny’s past. a quirked eyebrow, and dylan almost wants to sigh: this feels like it’s definitely to the darker shades of the aforementioned grey area.   “ does mayland know about this  ‘ MIX-UP ’ ? ”   honestly, dylan isn’t sure which answer he’d prefer: that danny & friends had simply stolen the file and counted on dylan getting it to evidence quickly enough for no one to notice, or that there is some poor secretary currently getting yelled at for putting it in the wrong place.

          still, he picks up the folder in one hand, pointing towards danny with the corner of it.   “ so the journey of this paper includes ZERO break-ins? ”   he’s still not a hundred percent sure it should be on his hands, but if it’s enough to get him a proper warrant, mayland is going down and the lines between immoral and condemnable are easier to blur with the bad guy behind bars.  god, i wish i didn’t think about this so often nowadays.

#magifurem #❮♞❯ maintain my resolve. ⁽ ᶦᶰᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒᶰˢ ⁾ #❮♞❯ you lie for a living. ⁽ ᵃᵘ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ⁾

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ZHÀO WEI MING.          selfdefend.

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“ Sorry, I don’t play games. Or … how do you say –– MIND TRICKS ?? ”

          “ ‘m not asking you to, that’s what we do. all you gotta do is show up and act like you’re a first responder and start calling help when lula screams. as soon as there’s a crowd, you can say you’re gonna get help and slip out. NO ONE’S gonna remember a single detail about you. ”

#selfdefend #❮♞❯ maintain my resolve. ⁽ ᶦᶰᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒᶰˢ ⁾ #❮♞❯ as a single organism. ⁽ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᶠᵒᵘʳ ⁾ #oh my god dylan accidentally trying to recruit an undercover cop this is not good lmao

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I absolutely hate having to do this, but I need help. Long story short, I owe 434,72 euros ($486,77) to the government on an extremely short notice (due to an application for welfare in May not going through and me naively presuming it was late). This money is from student loans taken in 2014, and despite the fact that I have not had any solid income after that, I need to pay it back now. The silver lining is that it’s not much and I can pay roughly 100 euros myself, but the time limit makes this frightening. I am currently in the process of trying to plead for more time, but in the meantime, IF YOU’RE ABLE TO DONATE TO HELP ME, PLEASE DO. If you want something in return — themes, graphics, icons, a postcard, I don’t know, dream interpreting via skype?? — I’ll do my best to supply that.

The danger here is that if I don’t collect the money I need quickly enough, I’m going to have to take an incredibly expensive payday loan just to keep myself from having my records ruined as my brother and mother have just had — which will not only make getting loans from banks difficult and credit cards virtually impossible, but also will damage chances of getting a job or renting a flat up to five years. Same threats loom if I fail to pay back the payday loan  (which will be a sum much larger than €440), so I am trying to avoid that for my best of ability, but I am rapidly running out of options.

MY PAYPAL.ME LINK IS HERE, AND MY PAYPAL IS [email protected]. I swear, any little penny you can send helps me. The fact that it’s the weekend will only make the process more difficult which is why I’m trying to reach the person handling my case to plead for an extra week or so. A HUGE THANK YOU TO ANYONE WHO CAN HELP ME OUT, and even if you can’t, please SIGNAL BOOST!!

#i know i haven't been active here but if you can spare anything or even just reblog i'll be eternally grateful

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          out of tricks.   u know what. i’m trash and in desperate need for new ppl and new plots. if you want dylan to be your muse’s friendly, works-weird-hours, sometimes-cooks-at-1am-for-seemingly-no-reason, definitely-has-tried-to-sing-along-to-techno neighbour, like this post and i’ll either hit you up with a starter based on maybe one of these or come plot via skype or discord.

          these can be set during either his time in the bureau, or when he’s in hiding an using people not willing to believe the fugitive wanted for robbery he kinda looks like would greet people in the lift and get all the way to the other side of the city for the specific croissants he likes ( and besides, he can’t be that guy, i’ve seen him get locked out of his flat without a shirt on, no man who i’ve seen get locked out without a shirt on can’t possibly be that guy ).

#reblogs this so i remember to do these tomorrow

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love language quiz

tagged by ;  @multiis tagging ;  @magifurem don’t even think ur getting away without doing this,  @ownheroes, @templebones  ( to whomever u haven’t done for yet! ),  @@beautifularmor , idk i’ve been away 5ever idk who’s done this

          YOU RESPOND TO PHYSICAL TOUCH

For you, love is as simple as a caress. Wherever it happens, however long it lasts or how it is: it could be just holding hands while walking about, having a quick cuddle once the kids are in bed, stealing a kiss here and there, exchanging touches while passing each other in the hallway, and of course making love, particularly in the warming up phase – body to body, skin against skin… Physical touch is security and reassurance for you and makes you sure that your partner loves you. On the contrary, the absence of physical contact hurts you deeply and you can feel ill-treated or rejected and you close down emotionally. But when your partner communicates in your love language, it touches you deeply inside, creating strong emotional intimacy that opens you to yourself and to your partner. Some advice: Every person has his or her own geography when it comes to bodily touch. Don’t think that touching them in a way that pleases you will necessarily please them and vice-versa. It’s important to verbally confirm the touches and caresses that you like, ‘You know I love it when you hold my hand… ‘I like it when you brush against me while passing by’ or ‘I adore when you take me in your arms’. You can invent a couple’s game to make your partner guess which styles of caress you like and which zones of your body are more receptive (Getting hotter, getting colder… ) If you are seriously lacking contact, begin by explaining to your partner how you operate in sensorial terms and perhaps invited them to find 5 different ways of physical contact during the day.

#this is a fun line to balance when u take into account dylan's not particularly fond of pda #and that him starting to experience sexual attraction towards a person is a slow progress #and yet physical touch is the type of affection he responds to most and wants the most #the key is stating small and/or behind closed doors #❮♞❯ what game you playin'? ⁽ ᵈᵃˢʰ ᵗʰᶦᶰᵍˢ ⁾

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JACK WILDER.          multiis.

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“  you lived a half life.  ”   the words were out before jack really had a chance to think about them ,  and the moment he registered his own words he was backtracking.   “ i mean  BEFORE.   when you were pretending to be rhodes.  ”   pretending  was the wrong word and he knew it ,  but he plowed forward anyway ,  if only due to certainty that if he didn’t ask  now  he’d never quite work up the nerve to  —  and curiosity had already been nagging at him for awhile.   “  i guess i just wanna know how you did it ,  y’know ?  ”  he shrugged quickly in an attempt to play it off casually ,  but there could be no mistaking the way his attention had locked onto dylan’s every move.

          the horsemen don’t ask him about it much. once, what felt like a long time ago, he’d had a rough draft of a script to how he would approach the subject should he need to convince them that he could be trusted despite living a hollow life... but of course, as it often was, that script went entirely out of the window now that it is actually time to explain himself.   “ i LIED a lot. ”   it’s easier to begin to approach the subject with a joke, he estimates, before he’s sure how much exactly jack wants to know. creating a new identity from scratch and deceiving the entirety of the federal bureau of investigation for over a decade is a not exactly something he can properly summarise without having some parameters set first.   “ are you asking how it’s DONE, or how i pulled it off? ”

        he rolls his shoulders back and leans forward --- much surprise to himself, the question doesn’t cause tension in him like he thought it would, quite the opposite. then again, that could be attributed to him leaving the one version of the question out, the one that would be harder to respond to than just by explaining a magic trick:  ‘ are you asking how i could do it? ’

#multiis ( jack wilder ) #multiis #idk what timeline is this #how patient is jack in asking abt this lmao #❮♞❯ maintain my resolve. ⁽ ᶦᶰᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒᶰˢ ⁾

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JACK WILDER.          decthcard.

within the chaos of his mind (and the screaming of his fellow horsemen echoing around in his skull), it was dylan’s words that forced him to focus. a command – he could follow orders. when everything was going wrong, he could follow orders. they hadn’t bothered to take their phones, as pleased as they had been with pulling them aboard their plane. it wasn’t supposed to have mattered if they had, but…

he folded himself into the passenger seat of the car, staring at the screen, finding a room for dylan and himself in a hotel on the other side of town, for no reason other than the need for distance from tressler and mabry. he set the navigation and placed the device on the dash where dylan could see it, before finally sitting still.

as soon as he stopped moving, it felt as though a WEIGHT settled over his body. the air itself seemed to solidify, weighing him down, pressing him into his seat – dragging in and out of his lungs like it was acid. he didn’t speak, didn’t move, simply stared straight ahead – maybe dylan needed the silence, too.

his thoughts turned to henley, in that moment. she’d left, and as much as he had blamed her before, she’d saved her own life. he wished, now, that they had all followed – that the group known as the horsemen had dissolved, that dylan had given this up, that everything…all of them…were alive, still. he could handle losing the family he’d found if he knew they were at least all alive.

                          ❛ s’not your fault. ❜

it was the only thing he had to say, quietly, on impulse. somehow, it seemed the RIGHT thing to say. whether it was dylan’s fault or not, he couldn’t even concentrate on in that moment. he couldn’t think far enough to assign blame, although he knew himself well enough to understand that it would fall on his own shoulders. it would, regardless of what dylan said, or thought. he should have seen this coming. he should have known.

          it was only in the silence inside the car --- interrupted only by the occasional  ‘ bling! ’  of the phone’s navigation --- that the shock that had kept dylan in its hold for so long wore off enough for him to properly become aware of in how much pain he was. some of the bruising he’d gotten on the ship hadn’t even properly come to the surface of his skin before being struck again, and until this point, the fear and the emotional grief had kept him from realising how much injuries he’d sustained on the plane  ( a vague, blurred memory of jack fight too resurfaced and he made a mental note for himself to check the shape jack was in too once they’d arrived ). slowly, he came to realise his head was hurting, and let one hand off the steering wheel to touch where he must’ve hit it against the floor of the plane, only to notice something that required more attention from him.

         his hand was shaking. for a moment, it did not occur to him what could’ve happened that caused his hands to tremble without him noticing... then it all came crashing down at once:  i am currently involved in a hostage situation, i just watched almost all of the people closest to me die, i died a day ago... putting a cause to the pain of the injuries turned their effect from sobering to deafening, and dylan almost considered putting on a radio that would surely feel inappropriate to them both just to stop himself from finding the silence peaceful while there was still no guarantee any of them would make it out of this alive  ( they have to, they have to, they have to... ).

          “ jack, DON’T---... ”   the quiet plea, the face turned away in shame, in response to jack’s words lingered unfinished as dylan tried to find a suitable ending for it that wouldn’t be followed with insistence from jack’s side. it felt like his fault. he knew for a fact that there were a hundred ways this tragedy could've ended before it began, and all of started with him swallowing his pride and telling them to lead quiet lives without any of this... or never bringing them together at all. in one version grief-struck mind found another person at whom to be mad: there was a part of him that blamed dannyfor this, for no other reason than coming to his rescue when every single sign in the universe had been telling him this is when he should die. the horsemen would still be safe and together if he’d drowned, the tresslers would have gotten what they most wanted.   “ please don’t say that. ”   still, whether he admitted it or not, he was relieved jack wasn’t filled with hatred towards him for all of this, but he could not bear to hear that right now when he had yet to earn that forgiveness.

#decthcard #❮♞❯ london is falling. ⁽ ˢᵘᵇᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ⁾ #❮♞❯ desperate & dangerous. ⁽ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ⁾ #❮♞❯ maintain my resolve. ⁽ ᶦᶰᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒᶰˢ ⁾ #death tw #suicidal ideation tw #i suppose #all the fucking triggers tw

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I AM A WOMAN OF WAR AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME!

#boo #self promo for ts

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okay but would i be my actual trash self if i didn't send you atlashrike for the ship thing?

SEND ME A SHIP.  —  accepting!

WHO IS THE WEREWOLF AND WHO IS THE HUNTER?  —  i’m voting werewolf dylan who’s trying to keep the panic at minimum bc he knows he’s less of a danger than he seems bc he tries to stay where there’s as little people as possible and he’s also this close to finding a cure and the human bf daniel is the hunter who grows tired of being told to ignore the problem and goes on his own way himself to try and kill the beast and then the moon starts to go down and dylan shifts back and ohmygodwhathaveidonewhydidn’t youtellme

WHO IS THE MERMAID AND WHO IS THE FISHERMAN?  —  mermaid danny. okay. and none of that creepy deep sea shit, we’re in it for the long locks and beautiful singing voices. i just realised this may be yet another au in which dylan might end up drowning wh o oo ps. altho ngl the opposite could be interesting too, tho maybe less fisherman and more scientist type of thing for danny who just rly wants to find out what the big fishy creature all the locals are talking about is and oh?? hello??

WHO IS THE WITCH AND WHO IS THE FAMILIAR?  —  is this even a question. i mean i know that even in the mainverse one of them tries rly hard to read about magic while the other has the need for attention of a horny housecat  s o

WHO IS THE BARISTA AND WHO IS THE COFFEE ADDICT?  —  do u have any idea how much coffee dylan consumes. also danny is just abut the right age to have accidentally gotten stuck in an old summer job bc economy is shit and card tricks are fun but don’t quite pay the bills so now i’m stuck here making the 68th unicorn frappuchino today but hey at least this one older dude comes every day and orders one simple fucking coffee and i can talk to him and let my hands rest for a minute or two and u know what he’s kinda hot?

WHO IS THE PROFESSOR AND WHO IS THE TA?  —  i mean.

WHO IS THE KNIGHT AND WHO IS THE PRINCE?  —  knight dylan and prince danny, obviously. tho let’s not think abt the saving from a tower cliche and just consider the daily life of crown prince danny and guard-turned-friend-turned-more dylan and all the sneaking around bc danny’s probably been promised to someone at like age three and class differences and homophobia and stuff. and how it most fucking definitely would be dylan who paid the price if they were to get caught. look i made three in a row that weren’t angsty i got withdrawals.

WHO IS THE TEACHER AND WHO IS THE SINGLE PARENT?  —  omg dylan as the single parent. i know it’d probably be easier the other way around but let’s imagine for a moment danny being all smart bc he’s overqualified for his job and dylan trying rly hard not to break the poor boy’s illusion of being the smart one in the room bc he might look tired and have to drop off his kid 40 mins too early sometimes and his marriage fell apart almost instantly but he’s still an fbi agent with a ton of unrelated studies on the side and god if we weren’t here to talk abt how my child is specifically getting into trouble for trying to outsmart everyone i would intellectually whoop ur ass

WHO IS THE WRITER AND WHO IS THE EDITOR?  —  oh my god the eye as a magazine or a newspaper i’m fucking crying just thinking abt this au. altho considering this is probably meant to be like the novel-writing type… yeah, dylan is still the boss lmao.

#magifurem #✉ #❮♞❯ save me if i become my demons. ⁽ ᵈʸᶫᵃᶰ ˣ ᵈᵃᶰᶰʸ ⁾

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send me a ship

and i’ll tell you…

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

who’s the professor and who’s the TA

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

who’s the writer and who’s the editor

#also platonic plots are a+ #❮♞❯ now you don't. ⁽ ᵐᵉᵐᵉˢ ⁾

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out of tricks.   what the hell do you mean i’ve been here for a year already.

#i made the blog on the day of the premiere in finland #anniversary of which is tomorrow #i have been 365 days on this blog what the fuck #i still consider dylan a super new muse #what th e f uck #time is an illusion #i realised this when i was making a new icon #and realised this is the second pride icon i've had on this blog #and then it dawned on me that it actually has been june for a week now #❮♞❯ not that magical. ⁽ ᵒᵒᶜ ⁾