IT had been a few weeks since helen had seen her son, and while he was all grown up and out of the house now, it was still MUCH longer than she’d like. over the years helen had found it harder and harder to watch her children GROW UP and start to do things on their own. they were always CLOSE as a family, even when they got to each other’s throats. but it was a strange transition to go from one day out fighting crime together, to your daughter saying she’d rather go alone to try and make more of an independent name for herself. don’t get her wrong, she was PROUD of her daughter! she just wished that she’d had more TIME with her. 

it wasn’t THAT many years later that dash had followed his sister’s footsteps. the house was a lot quieter without two of her children around. still helen was glad to have jack-jack home. but the days she could get either of her other children to visit were SPECIAL. today was one of those days. 

"--maybe now that supers are legal again, we can convince your mom to let you try out for SPORTS.” a grin curls at his lips as he ruffles his son’s hair. he has always tried his best to ENCOURAGE him to do his utmost best. however, with laws in place that restrict them from being who they truly are, it’s a difficult task as a parent. now, though, he hopes his son can flourish and SHINE in whatever he does without having to feel restricted or be reprimanded for who he is.

❛    who the  fuck  likes green eggs ‘n ham   ?    ❜

UR RIGHT N U SHOULD SAY IT !

                    fire settled on her brow  ,                                   (    that girl  /  she has always been half goddess  /  half hell   !    )                                  an air of curiosity  ,    of wonder clouding her features  -------         how unbecoming of her  ,    crafted of brimstone and steel  ,    made to never bend or break  .             eyes like daggers               SHE BREATHES WITH THE DIVINITY OF WARRIORS  .                 a brow raising towards the eyes that linger on her  ,    slowly leaning forward onto her elbows  ,    hair shifting like curtains of saffron and silk against the slope of her shoulders  .                          ‘       if you have a problem  ,    i’d prefer you say it out loud rather than catch flies in your mouth  .         ‘