#BRUTLIST

[movedto-mastcrmarksman]

[ starter call ] -> @brutlist

This isn't good ⸻ ❝ Does... Does... that look like they are multiplying? Please tell me you've drugged my coffee and I'm hallucinating; that's... one, two, forty. Ugh, I should retire. ❞

[feralweapon]

do jacob heugh (7'0)

Height Comparison. (aka Wolverine is short 2024)

"I've taken bigger guys than you, bub."

Some memes for your troubles. (1) and (2)

[orange-photoproject]

W poprzedni poniedziałek był @palackulturyinauki w niebieskich odcieniach - dziś podobne ujęcie al#creatıve_architecture --- Próbuję odtworzyć tematycznie publikacje z poprzedniego tygodnia:

Poniedziałek - pałac Wtorek - pomarańczowe niebo + budynek Środa - golden hour ale więcej brązu niż pomarańczu Czwartek - golden hour panoramka

[mastcrmarksman]

one liner sc. // @brutlist

❝ Ugh... ❞ He tugs at the tie and collar, trying to loosen it.

❝ You tied it too tight, Heugh. ❞

[eurosleaz]

" not even the burnouts are out here anymore. "

one-line starter call. / @brutlist

[withbeasts]

@brutlist liked x.

" i always want to be able to have a solution for everything. "

[newsworth]

❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜

chris will have to cling to the possibility that heugh's confidence amounts to a verbal spray and pray of accusation rather than there actually being any of his own cards placed on the table. with a grimace, he steps backward until his tailbone meets the edge of the counter and leans back on his hands. it takes a few moments to get the speechlessness out from under him and he is conscious to spend them looking more offended than uncomfortable.

" did i, what? murder a senator? " he tilts his head and lets heugh sit with how ridiculous he makes it sound coming from his mouth. " are you confusing me for a mirror, heugh? "

@brutlist

[tahitiwoke]

🦴

jacob heugh is a large man. what phil might have in height, jacob has him in weight; they have their talents, of course, but it is very much akin to watching a sledgehammer and a scalpel stand up against one another. heron and shield are two sides of a coin - one mottled, one shiny.

better make it look good, big dog. jacob grins, mouth bloody, from the opposite side of the ship deck and he's dressed in tactical gear, he's got a stab vest and he's heavy -- weighted down -- so when the ship pitches heavy in the raging storm, it's to his advantage. phil, as ever, is in a suit. that is piss-wet through and clinging to every tight wire in his shoulders. this is what happens when you don't coordinate your efforts, when inter-organisational conversations aren't had and well. you end up chasing the same fucking tail.

tugging off his tie, he grins. " alright. "

it's a short, savage fight. jacob hits like a hammer, even holding back. the punches he pulls still lodge in phil's ribs like a ham wrapped in tyre-rubber, three sudden pops into the space between his lungs and kidneys; there's another in his stomach that knocks the wind out of his long frame so hard, it brings him to a knee.

the ship pitches again. the bay of bisque is a cruel fucking bitch.

y'got nerve comin' out here. look atcha, phil. this ain't your style no more. jacob has to yell over the rain and the wind and the storm, and phil gets to a knee and shoots him a wink. " maybe. maybe not. " and with a speed that deceives given his frame, he launches himself across the short distance and finds his shoulder wedged into jacob's torso, the grunt lost in the hail. the charge backwards like a two man rugby ruck and jacob's back finds the corrugated metal of a shipping container BANG breaking in time with a lightning crack.

what phil doesn't realise until a second later is that his arm has broken under the effort -- the metal gong, the rolling thunder, the bone snap.

[ltkarma]

THE LIGHT IS FADING AWAY ; the end of the summer is rolling around faster than ever - or at least it feels that way. it isn't completely dark yet , the sun is still peeking out above the water , burning on the horizon - the glow of it's last hurrah illuminating the solid shape of her contact beside his car. meeting in person for the first time is always a risk - communicating at all more of a necessity for both of them rather than something she'd want. but she's here. a show of solidarity, maybe ? hopefully not stupidity.

❛   right on time.  ❜ she doesn't want to approach silently , the door of her car slamming before she folds her arms over her chest giving him a careful nod. ❛   punctuality is always a good start. ❜

starter for @brutlist

[e1igius]

fingers tap along the edge of the fire-cast wooden table , the flickering of muted flames dances shadows across the limelight. eyes evaluate the other ; the strange nature of how the energy in the room seemed to shift around the stranger. a wolf in sheep clothing , an animal stalking it's prey. but nature's laws are wicked , twisted tales of humor from damaged gods --- the prey bear's its fangs , and a sultry texan accent laces through the blonde's words ❝ take a picture , it'll last longer. ❞

@brutlist liked for a short thingy !

[mastcrmarksman]

[ ASKBOX ] ⸺ @brutlist ⸺ " i know you know . "

Do not for any circumstances open your mouth, or look Heugh in the eye. If he looks Heugh in the eye than he is going to cave under this line of, well, it's not questioning but there's interrogative look in his eye and Clint absolutely does not have a good defense nor explanation. He's weak and a bad liar, which as long as he doesn't open his mouth? Clint could be in the clear (in theory; this was untested).

❝ I don't know what you are talking or what you could know that I know. ❞ Or he could open his mouth and be obtuse. That should certainly work, right?

[withbeasts]

@brutlist liked x;

" you know -- " he does not look like himself. the hands that hold the coffee mug tremble, just slight, as they grasp at the heat to calm nerves. " -- she's been gone for four weeks now. "

[geniuscorp]

@brutlist

"jacob, you eighty foot skyscraper, come on in. my office door is always open to you."

[timetell]

@brutlist

" -- it's, ah, actually an article for the san francisco chronicle. war crimes. it's a...hot topic right now. "

[mknbrd]

" it’s a light sedative.  he’ll wake up with a painful hangover and a bit of amnesia. " - @brutlist

[crimewrought]

8; sender shows up at reciever's home late at night. @brutlist.

ㅤ" so you do look at your phone. " the words come with a gauzy smile that'll take no dimming, packed with all the self-satisfaction it can hold and then some; like she's plucked out the most brilliant witticism the world's ever had the pleasure of being privy to, and she's revelling in the universe's cheers for more. the beer's more than a little responsible for her happy delusion, but his silhouette on her doorstep harbours more than a little of the responsibility there, too. maria's seen jacob in darkness more than daytime, she realises in the liberal silence, and ponders on how different dimples can look in morning's first light.

ㅤsmile enduring, she reaches to cuff her fingers gently around his wrist, tug him through the threshold and inside. " there's still a beer going if you fancy it. lost a bit of faith you'd be able to make it, so what would've been your second one had to console me. "