#justgeokineticthings

thumbs down yourself, mama 

She can all but tell me to fuck off all she wants. I couldn’t care less. I suppose this is what I get for trying.

Her death has destroyed Garfield. I want to be supportive but after what she did, but I can’t bring myself to mourn her. I’m just upset she left scars.

The echo of Terra slamming the door rings in Slade’s ears. It makes him smile. It makes him giddy. She’d always been so feisty. It was nice to see she hadn’t lost that. He spent the next few hours digging through information doing reading. He’d broken her wrist, and then he’d put a splint on it for her. It was a myth it would be stronger for the break, but in time it wouldn’t be a weakness either.

Slade’s mind kept wandering back to the look of her following along behind him after he’d left her in the alley. She’d looked so shocked in herself, in the muscle memory to keep pace with him. So much spunk in her, brilliant diamond of a girl.

Obsidian might fit better, now.

A Black Lantern.

The wrist wouldn’t heal, which was a bit of a shame for the work he put in to splint it despite her protests. A zombie. How fascinating...

His long trip out still had him bogged down and he shut everything down to sleep, rubbing at his neck before popping it with a sigh. Puttering around, he settled in easily, tracing lines with his eyes through the spackle on the ceiling.

Unconsciousness was a welcome relief, but before he knew it he was wiping dust off his shoulder. It kept crumbling though, the earth shaking underfoot. He looked, searched, and there was nothing. Jagged stone walls, a cave, and darkness. He followed the breeze, and the farther he went, the more everything shook. Struggling to stay standing, the light around the bend was a relief.

Standing silhouetted in the light at the mouth of the cave, was Terra. He stood still, staring after her for a moment too long, and with a wave of her hand, the cave came crashing down on him.

It hit him like the ton of bricks it was, but instead of crushing him, it plunged him deep into the water and Slade longed for the rocks. He’d rather that! He struggled and pulled and pushed and clawed for the surface, just out of reach, never breaching. He was so close, and every push made him feel heavier, weaker, he was sinking. The pressure on his chest burning and ripping him open, his muscles tired and too heavy-

Slade gasped for air and sat up straight, brow slick with sweat, hair plastered to his forehead. Panting hard and heart hammering too hard in his chest, he breathed, clawing fingers through his hair.

Breathe. Breathe.

people live there????

alright, you’re either trying to troll me or this is a genuine question.