#humancoded

                                                                             they told me be polite girl,                                                                              they told me girl be good,                                                              they told me sit with knees together                                                              shoulders squared just like i should.

whatever u do don’t look into “her universe” bc u’ll end up broke and with a closet full of incognito cosplay/fandom clothes

               ❛ i need y’with me. ❜

cards flash back and forth, the same card - the jack of spades - flashing up again and again. they fanned out, returned to the deck, the jack flipped up into the air and back into his hands -- nervous fiddling, something to focus on, and nothing more. a distinct, anxious aura surrounded the boy as he kept his eyes on his cards, unwilling -- no, unable to meet the older man’s eyes. this topic was not one he he spoke of -- ever, to anyone, and yet here he was, asking merritt to join him in utmost secrecy.

               ❛ i need y’with me on this, and -- and y’can’t tell any of them. y’gotta promise, merritt. i’m fuckin’ serious. ❜

i have a loft bed how u gonna make that work

I think the tie + the ‘Harry’ suit is standard for when they’re on the field, and the dress code is looser when it’s just laying low or just on a surveillance mission. I mean our dear Lancy wasn’t wearing even his god damn glasses before storming the mountain cabin either, and that’s uniform for fucking sure.

the flat he’s moved into is a small and hardly anything to write home about, but it suits harry just fine. even if it achingly empty without all the little knick knacks he’s picked up over the years. but the more important bit is that no one knows where it is except for eggsy. so when he opens the door and sees his sister standing there, there’s a flash of surprise on harry’s face.

daisy vc: u are…. not a cannibal. so that’s… positive