#glcsshecrts

‵ don’t promise to live forever, promise to forever live while you’re alive. ′ 

dinah looked at the colorful women and smirked ❝i like the way you think❞ she reached out and shook her hand ❝i’m dinah laurel. some people call me laurel, i prefer dinah❞ she was trying to enjoy her time in LA. she had a terrible go of it in star city, and needed to bond with new people. the women seemed like fun, and dinah could use some fun. she wouldn’t drink, but she could still party 

“I’M TIRED, bill-----” strain in her voice was laced with exhaustion, “i don’t know why ??” and after getting caught in the rain, bev felt more exhausted than she had ever been in a while. all she wanted was a good rest, with bill with her, but of course, she wasn’t sure if he was writing. “are you going to go out to write ??” pressing a manicured hand against her forehead, eyes felt heavy. what was wrong with her ?? “if you are, you need to be careful, i was just caught in what felt like a typhoon out there---- i’ll worry if you’re driving in it...” as much as that was true, she didn’t want bill to leave, sometimes she needed him there. 

“so what, you’re some sort of superhero?”

call five incredulous. he might be a teenager, but he’s not a dumbass. he knows morality is far too grey for people to fit neatly into a box titled superhero. no good guys, no bad guys. just guys, and the decisions they make.

“you look like you would play one in a movie, or something.” he offers, as though that explains everything. “though this is more villain than anything else, i gotta admit.” 

he’s been following this guy for the better part of an hour, initially out of boredom, and then out of suspicion. is it possible for one single person to act more shady?

he’d been caught, of course. it’s hard not to be caught when the person you’re following is flanked by seemingly thousands of little drones. but that’s no problem. he’d just zip away before shit hit the fan, and that would be that.

SOPHIE was ruffling through some papers by the front desk when she heard someone approach her from behind. she immediately put on her service smile, turning around. however, it dropped quite a bit when she saw who it was.

‵ i haven’t felt real in a long time. ′ 

❝listen frodo, i don’t think care!❞ lizzie wanted to be mean to him, and it was super easy to, but she knew what he meant to hope, and what he had meant to josie, and decided to be nicer ❝i mean.. what do you mean, landon?❞ she tried to pat him on the shoulder, but it was just too hard she just took her hand off of him and tried to imagine he was her sister or hope and try to care. he wasn’t a bad guy and while he was with hope, he was good to her, and while he was with her sister, so she should try to be nice. 

“MY LOVE, did you see the rain flooding the streets of los angeles ??” lee was sure she had seen, “i could barely find my way h o m e !! not one person has called for an UBER in over an hour !!” which only made lee feel sad, weather like this made him want to fall asleep - he was tired, he could already feel his energy levels going down. for his wife, though, he tried to be as happy-go-lucky as possible, “not to mention the headache this rain is GIVING ME !!” he turned on his heel to take a good look at her, “did you get caught in it ??” lee hadn’t, he had drove into the garage, closing it behind him and leaving the rain for the earth. 

“excuse me, professor beck, sir?” peter appears in the doorway of quentin’s office, much like a mirage, knocking politely on the open door. “hi, my name’s peter parker, i’m in your class this semester?”

he might seem a little bit giddy, but he’s been excited all summer to take engineering, thrilled at the prospect of creating, and people always spoke so highly of the professor who taught it, quentin beck. peter’s definitely hoping to make a good impression, especially given that classes have only just started.