#trixarenotforkids

{ Text } - I did not drink anything. Lisa Snart may have done something to me but I need to be sure. She pressed her mouth against mine I need to be on alert and I would like you here to help monitor me.

Was that suppose to be reassuring? That’s not reassuring.  Of all the Rogues. At least he was only attracting the murdering kind that he can sass away.

Charlie grumbled something rude under his breath as he pushed off the bed, hand coming in contact with the bathroom doorway so he could take a breather-- before ducking inside. And throwing up. And brushing his teeth-- all while texting with his other hand. It’s a gift at this part. 

Finding his phone was proving difficult. He heard it chirp once and he rolled, attempting to free himself from the arm-gripping wrath of Anders. But then he kind of- got hit with that wave of nausea that comes with having the worst hangover. He’s dying. 

He’s gonna just lay right here and finally manage to get his fingers wrapped around his phone by the second wave of chirps alerting him the message is still there. 

... and promptly shriek “Fucking hell, Tyler,” in Esperanto. While fumbling the rest of the way off the bed and having to grip the edge of the cushion for support while he tried to lurch forward. No. Keep all that inside. Text. 

I want three…

Don’t you have some kind of...

  If your dad was killed, would you avenge him?

You should let the law handle it instead of thinking of putting yourself in danger.