the show must go on

“i don’t.”

…

    “awful.”

     his brows wrinkled. clearly,     he’d given this much thought.    some might even say too much     thought.

    “do you know how many    innocent teenagers are    forced out of their homes    by intolerant parents or    guardians? 40% of     homeless youth are    l.g.b.t.q.

    40%. give that some    thought. 

    the law doesn’t protect    my kind in some states,    and even when it does     they still face discrimination.

    although i admit, i was     mistaken when i assumed     that cartwright was aiming    to send us all to some     gulag in siberia, i will     stand firm in my belief    that some people would     if they had the power.

          “ Villain? Bit archaic, don’t you think? “  

If there was one thing David had learned in his life, it was that things were rarely as simple as heroes and villains.

          “ How about you tell me what you want to tell me,             and I’ll decide if it’s worth my time or not. “

        “what i want is for you         to do an investigation on         harrison wells.” spat, like         poison. “without letting it be         clouded by any other people.”

          “ You say ‘justice,’ but for some reason I get             the feeling you mean something else. Any             thoughts on what might have given me that             impression. “

        “tomatoes, tomahtoes.” ugh. that         sounded thoroughly fake. “i’m not         the real villain here.”

           “ And what’s this proposal of yours going               to cost me? Or am I supposed to believe               you’re just a Good Samaritan? “

          ” No. But then again, I’m a bit of a cynic.             Try again; maybe with something a bit             more believable. “

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder.

can’t you hear it?

he can. he can hear it before it even starts. he can hear it from miles away, with the traveling herald of blue-yellow-white lightning cracking down onto the parched earth outside of the gem cities. it sends minute vibrations through the earth, and he can feel his hair standing on end. 

at least, he thinks, if it strikes, he'll not be the target. no, the pretty alien will be, as high up as she is.

his captive is bound to be rescued soon, of course, by the team of teenaged brats who dare call themselves heroes. 

                property

                        damage??? 

                your villains need help,

        not nervous breakdowns.

...well, most of them

but for now, he simply plays.

he plays and hears the thunder as she floats, weightless, motionless, thoroughly entranced. 

he isn't fazed when lightning strikes a mere five yards away, snaking down a lightning rod and spreading a litchenburg figure as far out as his heels.

he doesn't as much as squirm when the booming clap of thunder distracts many regular people from the relentless lashing of the rain.