if you ever call me annoying, even if it’s just jokingly, the chances of me ever speaking to you again are slim to none because I’ll be so afraid that every little word or sound that comes out of my mouth will aggravate you and make you cringe and hate my existence
Siegfried, male, anubis
He’s very tall; 7’0”, not including the ears.
Doesn’t usually wear shirts, but likes to be fancy, so sometimes he’ll wear them for the sake of that. He is usually wearing jeans or even dress pants, like shown. Hell, he’ll even wear dresses and skirts. His body type is lean, but muscular. Doesn’t talk much.
He named himself Siegfried due to his love of Germany and the German language. He can speak it. He is spiteful and pessimistic, but has a soft spot for cats. Loves wearing bangles and gold necklaces. He also loves to do martial arts, especially muay thai and boxing.
Finally it’s done, an oc ref that has been sitting around forever!
Jamel Shabazz: Street Photographer
As a teenage photographer in early 80s East Flatbush, Brooklyn, Jamel Shabazz set out to document the then nascent movement of hip-hop. Through the iconic style of his MCs, neighborhood kids and gang members, the unequivocal attitude of New York’s youth was recognized as the calling card of the city’s creative renaissance. Published in 2001, Shabazz’ first book Back In The Days was celebrated as an exhilarating snapshot of the times, and his visual flair has been brought to life in a new documentary by the legendary hip-hop historian and director, Charlie Ahearn. “On the cover of Jamel’s book were two young men on 42nd Street. They were captured posing in such strong form as a kind of respectful bulwark against all the chaos that you see around them on ‘The Deuce,’” explains Ahearn, the notable filmmaker also responsible for the classic old-school movie, Wild Style. “I immediately knew that here was an original artist for our time.” 
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I’m a bit excited lol
c’mon Steve she used to be a master spy, some things are just important
inspired by a wonderful tag on my hair swishing Nats (because yes I’m that creepy loser who reads every single tag none of you are safe from my prying eyes) —
which is of course based on this scene from the luminous, exuberant Brooklyn Nine-Nine