thebadtimewolf

[thebadtimewolf]

tf tumblr??

🤠 i was following them mere seconds ago and then i see the follow sign bitch why did you unfollow them i aint tell you to do that 🤠

#{sorry. sleepy time} #bw: out of ethos

[thebadtimewolf]

Questions for Immortals/Ancients

For ancient and/or immortal muses, here are some questions to build your headcanons!

😇Do you think you’ll ever experience an afterlife? 😷Do you have any weaknesses that could challenge your lifespan? 👥Have you met others like you? 👨‍👨‍👦Are you part of a family of ancients/immortals? 🎈Do you remember the start of your life? How long ago was it? 💔Is there anyone from your past that you missed for a long time? 😢Do you still think about people you knew years, even centuries, ago? 👶Do you have children? If you don’t, do you think they would be like you? 🍼 Would you ever consider having offspring with a mortal? 📕Do you ever run out of things to be curious about? 📗What is one of the most valuable things you’ve learned? 📘In the remainder of your life, what else do you hope to learn? 💀What is your opinion on death and mortality in general? 🥀Do you create bonds with mortals or avoid getting attached? ☹ Talk about your memory of a tragedy you’ve witnessed. 🖤Do you believe immortality changes someone for the worst? 🕗In your time, what has been one of the most interesting time periods?  ⏳Do you ever wish you had a mortal lifespan? 😿Is there any one person you would sacrifice your immortality for? 🎁Name one thing that never gets old or loses its charm for you. 🔮Have you ever considered (or looked for) ways to end your immortality? 🤡How do you deal with avoiding suspicion while living forever? ✨Other than immortality, do you have other supernatural abilities? 🌱What is one thing about the world you’ve come to appreciate? 🌼Have you traveled? If so, name one place that you love the most. 💾Do you ever have trouble with new technology? 💗Is there one mortal in your life you will never forget? 🎼What is your opinion on how music, art, and culture has changed? 💕Do you think two immortals could handle one another’s company forever? 🙄How do you handle boredom and monotony? 💿What is one (or more) inventions you’re thankful exist in your current time? 👿Would you ever use your power and knowledge to destroy? 🌋Do you think you will be alive to see the end of the world? 🗻Do you ever want to escape society altogether for a while? 🤠Have you ever disguised yourself or gone by different names?

#ask

[thebadtimewolf]

i HATE art where the black woman is taking the lead/doing the work in an interracial wlw relationship. idgaf if shes the stoniest butch alive she should NOT be catering to that lily white woman‼️

#{🎶ring ding dong ring a ding ding dong🎶 anyway} #bw: out of ethos #{exactly}

[thebadtimewolf]

🔪 (hullo! context free, if you're still accepting)

Send 🔪 for my muse's reaction to your muse threatening them with a knife.

"Unless you're planning for a great long night with me past first base without pleasantries, I'd rather just get dinner first."

"And before you say it - no, i'm not joking. I'm literally about to buy three large pizzas, two large orange sodas, and three packs of cookies. For myself. To eat in one sitting."

#ch: the vigilante #v: tbd #ic #somethingbcrrowed #answered #{crash course: threats dont work with her because she'll flirt. especially if she finds them cute}

[thebadtimewolf]

FEEL FREE TO USE AS DRABBLE PROMPTS, INSPIRATION, OR AS AN ASK MEME FOR OTHERS TO SEND IN DRABBLE REQUESTS. REMEMBER TO SPECIFY WHEN SENDING TO MULTIS.

You’re walking home during a snowstorm. The only sound for miles is that of fresh snow crunching beneath your boots. Despite this peaceful and serene atmosphere, you can’t shake the feeling of being watched. You look behind you to see a second set of footsteps alongside your own.

You stumble upon an old, abandoned mansion. It looks as if no one had been inside in decades. Cobwebs and dust cover every surface. Overgrown vines creeping through broken windows, crawling over the walls. You decide to peek into the dining room, and find an old piano. It’s destroyed, keys mangled and missing, sunken to the floor. Just as you turn away, softly and unmistakably, it begins to play.

You are a peasant. Wanting to bring honor and glory to your family’s name, you decide to risk life and limb to kill the creature that had terrorized the kingdom for years. A dragon said to be more fearsome than death himself, with eyes aflame and teeth sharper than any sword. You make the perilous journey — only to find the corpse of the dragon. A large bite mark visible in its neck, and deep scratches in its hide. Something far worse had become king of the mountain.

Your grandmother warned you never to go in. Stern and cold, she would say, “…it must not come out.” You spent your entire childhood rife with curiosity. What could be behind it? And why was it so important it stay there? You return home after her death. The door still remains at the end of the hall, looking the same as it had decades prior. You step closer to examine it — and watch as the handle slowly begins to turn and rattle, as if something from inside was trying to open the door. It succeeds.

Your spouse brought home a mirror they purchased from an antique shop. It stood ceiling to floor and was three feet wide. Only a few scratches and nicks in the smooth silver of the frame. You admire the craftsmanship, wiping away dust instinctively, before looking to your own reflection. It smiles. You don’t.

You are an archeologist exploring an ancient tomb. Your colleagues are new, and are still learning the language written on the walls. They insist it reads to beware of a curse. One sealed and ready inside should the king’s resting place be disturbed. You insist they’re translating it wrong and dismiss them from the site. You find out the hard way that they were correct.

You moved into a new apartment. You’re getting settled in, and notice something concerning. Signs of someone breaking in were common, especially in a big city. What catches your eye are the marking on the inside frame of your bedroom’s closet door. Someone had tried to break out.

Your sister and her friends convince you go to cliff diving. You’re a bit nervous going in. You’ve gone off diving boards, but never rocks, and certainly not this high up. One by one, everyone takes their turns, enjoying the water below. You’re up next. You jump. You never hit water.

#ask

[thebadtimewolf]

Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.

#{💕💕🟦🟦doo wee oooo doo wee oooweooo doo dum dum doo dum da dum 🟦🟦💕💕} #bw: out of ethos #bw: psa

[thebadtimewolf]

My ideal aesthetic is what I'm calling "sexy tomboy". That is to say, I am 100% femme through and through, but I want to look like what a straight man's idea of a "masculine woman" is. I wanna be masc in the way that LaCroix is fruit flavored, just a little extra something to make things a little more interesting

#m: taylor swift #bw: out of ethos #{damn}

[thebadtimewolf]

*chanting like a mantra* I am an adult who studies physics i am an adult who studies physics i am an adult who studies physics i am an adult who studies physics

#tv: doctor who #{thats as loud as i can get for time lord society but its hard for them to hear this post because they're all dead} #bw: out of ethos

[thebadtimewolf]

this is the gayest thing I’ve ever seen

#a: gillian anderson #a: billie piper #a: keeley hawes #bw: video #ch: the vigilante #themadvigilantist

[thebadtimewolf]

Hayley Atwell and Jonathan Bailey have been officially cast in ‘HEARTSTOPPER’ Season 3.

Atwell will star as Nick’s aunt whilst Bailey will star as Charlie’s celebrity crush.

#{the call is coming from inside odiepus rex house} #{those bitches look like brother and sister hereee😭} #a: hayley atwell #a: jonathan bailey

[thebadtimewolf]

“We’re trained to be like, ‘If I’m not exceptional, I won’t be loved.’ Certainly, I think that was my thing,” Gatwa shared. “So, yeah, I think I’m just learning now like, ‘Oh, you are allowed to be loved.’ You don’t have to be excellent or aspire to that term, ‘Black excellence’. What the hell?”

He continued, “There’s so much white mediocrity that gets celebrated, and Black people, we have to be absolutely flawless to get half of [that] anyway. So, I’m slowly training myself out of that and being like, ‘No shit. You deserve love just for existing.’ And that has taught me to be a lot more loving as well, in a weird way.”

No lies detected

#a: ncuti gatwa

[thebadtimewolf]

MISS CONGENIALITY 2000 — dir. Donald Petrie

#film: miss congeniality #bw: out of ethos

[thebadtimewolf]

Death always seem to come when she becomes resigned with just being with them. Accustomed to the other around, in her life. Attached.

And here she was - losing yet another person she grew more attached to. To think: that traveling must be your constant. That the thought of deciding to make a new life, to retire from it, to be on your own with someone - more than one someone even - and death comes again.

Not before - not later when you're settled - now. In the moment you choose to set up a new permanent home. Before one can be intergrated in the local society or gossip or known as the town's title of schtick here.

No, Death and her never really found mutual peace. Unintentional Loopholes - sure, but where was the one loophole here?

He told her as much - there wasn't any regeneration this time (but, with her streak, that was never really a choice) - he was going to die as a Dark Elf.

She held him, crying because bargaining and fighting nearly killing Death themselves with her own hand never brought back who she lost. Not technically. Not all the way.

Loopholes.

Crying and holding because as long as she clings onto him - despite the blood, despite the choked coughs, his blood painted hand reaching to streak along a corner of her cheek - as long as she clutch on then, he won't leave her.

His death won't be engraved like the other's that haunt her. Something about seeing them properly die despite technically - even highly selectively - having them back was not the same but was rather ghosts of a different name.

And he too - if she get even another sliver of luck out here this far in the future - could do the same.

It was never now, though. No, she was never that lucky. Always later.

And so she began to rock as she cried. Even as he spoke in rasped whispers because he could choke on his words if he spoke any louder.

She knew what he meant, what he wished. She always knew, even unspoken. It was her specter.

And she was never granted that.

Wishing for more time with her - from fourty year olds, three year olds, and now billion year olds - was always Death's favored spot to reap when it came to her.

"It's all my fault again... I blinked." was all she could croak out in stammered sobs.

' no, don't leave me... ' + reverse {die in ones arms meme but add a "too" for more angst; vigilante}

send ' no, don't leave me... ' for the senders muse to die in the receivers arms. + reverse for the receivers muse to die in the senders arms

A strangled, burbling hiss burst from Malekith's mouth, followed by a trail of orange-tinted blood. Fuck, there was so much blood. Blood and broken pieces scattered throughout his body like the wreckage of a crash site, and wasn't that ironic. It was from such a wreckage he'd first emerged with this face.

The former Dark Elf sucked in a breath--then immediately devolved into a rattling coughing fit. He swore internally, a mix of his language and hers, while his hearts rang loud and painfully slow in his ears.

'Not a lot of time left, Malekith.' The old voice called from somewhere far away. 'What are you gonna do?'

Several long seconds passed before the burning inside him subsided enough to peer up at the Vigilante. A different feeling, still strong but unrelated to the pain, swam through him. She looked so...desperate. Frightened. Heart-broken, he thought, and as he did, he forced himself to raise a blood-soaked hand. It came to rest for a moment against her cheek, but the dark liquid provided too slippery, and his hand dropped beside him again with a harsh thud. Wasn't that morbidly poetic.

"I'm...sorry," he rasped, gazing up at her with hazy eyes. "I wish..." he hissed again, gritting his teeth. I wish we'd had more time together.

#ch: the vigilante #v: tbd #theaccursedninth #{augh}

[thebadtimewolf]

If I had a nickel for every time a Scottish actor who supported trans rights played the doctor

I'd have 4 nickels which isn't a lot but I'm glad it happened [whatever the fuck the 4 version of twice is]

#tv: doctor who #bw: out of ethos

[thebadtimewolf]

#a: ncuti gatwa #egyptroyal

[thebadtimewolf]

some purples

#{saintalec is right} #drbabygirl #c: kevin thompson #a: david tennant #tv: jessica jones

[thebadtimewolf]

CRIMSON PEAK (2015) dir. Guillermo del Toro

#film: crimson peak #a: doug jones #a: javier botet #c: eleanor wyndham beckford #c: margaret mcdermott #c: pamela upton #c: lady beatrice alexander #c: enola sciotti #{yes thomas and lucille's mum (gif 3 4 5) and edith's own mum (gif 1) are played by doug jones} #{javier botet portrays enola (gif 6) margaret (gif 2)} #{not pictured is pamela upton despite one of them using that same mold for her face on theirs hence the tag} #{i swear that baby is cgi tom hiddleston though} #a: sofia wells #a: mia wasikowska #c: edith cushing