#ft logan

So I will dance with Cinderella While she is here in my arms ‘Cause I know something the prince never knew Oh, I will dance with Cinderella I don’t want to miss even one song ‘Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight And she’ll be gone

SO we worked out yesterday. im IN PAIN. and we're working out AGAIN today. cause like we have tafe tomorrow so we shouldnt bc we need to make sure we can push ourselves around in the wheelchair, but then the day after we have circus class and want to be rested up for it. so. workout today.

fml. i hate mr. jockcircusboy (Dick - Logan) for making us become a workout gym bro. /j

WE'RE CRIPPLED, WHY DID ANYONE THINK THIS IS A GOOD IDEA

Merry Christmas, sis.

honesty hour!

@nothingofeden

“Have you considered the fact that maybe you shouldn’t do that?” Ky asked where she was leaning against the building. Pyro turned their head to glare at her over their shoulder, their new lighter hovering just above the fuse.

“I have,” Pyro replied, straight faced. Ky rolled her eyes, turning her head and pressed the tip of her finger to her comms unit.

“You tell Pyro not to blow up the park because I got shit on my end,” Ky told Logan. Logan snorted.

“I can’t help you,” Logan told her shortly. Ky lowered her hand and lifted the opposite one, placing her cigar between her lips. Pyro smiled to themselves, flicking the lighter again, the blow torch style light making quick work of lighting up the fuse.

Ky lowered the cigar (which Pyro was 85% sure Ky had repacked with weed), watching the fuse fizzle out towards the explosives at the center of the park. Pyro stepped back and swiped the pack of Newports from Ky’s pocket, picking one out to light it. They had a couple of minutes before the fuse burned down and the sun was setting for a picture perfect explosion.

“It’s more fire than kaboom,” Pyro said, their cigarette hanging from between their dark lips. “If that’s any consolation.”

“It’s not,” Ky sighed, but she pulled her camera from her bag anyway. Pyro stood in front of her, back to her but their cigarette between their fingers at their side. It burned low and slow, orange in front of the pink and orange sky. The fuse was ticking down to the final seconds.

“Say cheese,” Ky said behind her camera. Pyro turned their head, the camera catching their profile as a burst of flame lit up the city skyline.