#moralcoded

HEROES DON’T EXIST.    (  and if they did,  i wouldn't be one of them.  )

Someone had struck an alarm in his system. It seems on purpose, just from the location. It was one of his more discreet safe houses. Only known to him even. He doubted any of the kids would have wandered into it without his indulgence. 

But perhaps he had underestimated her…to some degree. 

Walking in and sharpening his gaze on the unwanted guest. Eyes narrowed sharply as his fingers itch to throw a batarang in her direction just out of annoyance. It would be a perfectly good waste of it, he figured. Turning on the light then. 

“ What are you doing here? “

@moralcoded​ said   ⇾   ❛  this  is  the  worst .    ❜

WYNONNA EARP S2,   accepting.

expression immediately reflects the wound he feels in his heart,   deep in his soul,  all the way down to his toes.  in a rare instance,  shawn stands in stunned silence before responding,  voice reflecting all the not-sweet sadness that scars his insides...  even the ghost of his appendix    ❪  he’s still unclear just how he’s survived without it,  may it rest in peace,  he really must just be that remarkable  ❫.

“what?!”   brow furrows as eyes drift between sharon and the delicious snack he’d made especially for her,   “i worked on that all night!  it’s pineapple upside down cake,  i made it for you.  me!!”   passion builds with every word,  culminating with a finger pointing aggressively at the very heart that’s so irreparably injured.   

she can’t decide whether it’s the coolest or the most insane thing she’s ever heard . on one hand , a molotov cocktail feels a little too spanish civil war-ish . on the other - a smile spreads across her lips as a vision of a fiery drone , specifically the one that a neighbor kid keeps flying by her window while she’s changing , flits through her mind .          ❝          because i’m a curious gal , what does happen when a molotov cocktail hits a drone ? like a full on explosion or a slow & fiery mechanical death ?          ❞

𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙽 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃:  

       shar’s just gonna pick eugene up by the back of his shirt + drag him along wherever they’re going ( skrguhrskug you liked the post, so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  ) 

HE’D  CAUGHT  HIS  REFLECTION  IN  THE  WINDOW.  and  suddenly  all  thoughts  of  the  mission  had  evaporated  from  his  mind  as  he  combed  his  fingers  through  his  hair.  lips  pursed  as  he  realized  how  disheveled  his  hair  had  become  after  their  little  run  in.  and  not  in  the  charming  rogue  sort  of  disheveled.  he  ignored  the  very  loud  sigh  from  his  left  as  Sharon  crossed  her  arms  and  gave  him  a  pointed  look.  no  one  was  going  to  die  if  he  took  a  second  to  fix  his  hair.  probably.  right  when  he  almost  had  it  to  perfect  he  felt  someone’s  hand  grab  hold  of  his  shirt  and  yank  him  in  the  direction  they  were  supposed  to  be  headed.  he  tried  to  make  his  limbs  heavy  but  Sharon  had  no  issue  supporting  his  weight  and  dragging  him  along.

❝  I’m  going  to  report  you  to  HR!  ❞