#warmthbled

@warmthbled

☆        it wasn’t the noise that woke him up, but the tugging sense in his gut that something was wrong. Steve had experienced that feeling often since his girls had come home. falling back into the role of the parent came as easy as breathing as soon as he laid eyes on Margot, but what he hadn’t expected was how quickly the feeling would extend over to Lex. now, his gut tugged constantly, always feeling a need in the back of his mind to check on both his girls. it was that feeling that woke him up, but the soft padding in the other room was what had him getting out of bed. Steve wasn’t sure which one of the girls was up, but he wouldn’t get an ounce of sleep until he checked to make sure they were okay. 

"it doesn't work like that, lex," alice told her again. god, if they did things would be so much easier. unfortunately the steps and their order mattered though. it was basically a mathematical equation. alice didn't think about it like that often or she'd end up hating baking as much as she hated math.

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What a perfect situation, Eddie thought rather agitated at the current state that he and Ana had found themselves in. Two freaks for the price of one! Jason’s little goonie had yipped with glee upon finding them in the shed. That’s what Eddie got for helping Ana, he thought.

They hadn’t had enough time to do anything before the handcuffs came down on their wrists, binding them together. The jock left through the small shed door, and Eddie groaned loudly as he heard the latch slide into place, the heavy lock clicking shut. They were well and truly stuck for what could be an indeterminate amount of time.

Eli stares at her with his mouth slightly agape, using his index finger to push up his glasses then both hands to push up his sleeves -- a habit -- before leaning on his desk as he looks at the transfer student.

“And what would make you say that?”

@warmthbled​ said ->  “This is not about the leaf blower.”

He’s going on and on, tripping over himself the more he tries to explain why he and the guys had taken the leaf blower (they were just borrowing it!) without having to mention the amount of drugs they’d all been on when her comment cuts him short. He stares at Anastasia with slow blinking eyes for a moment as his brain tries to catch up.

“Okay... then what is it about?”

@warmthbled​: „  do i wear the mask and follow or pay the price of being brave ?  “

           𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚈.  𝙷𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺𝚂  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝙸𝚃’𝚂  𝙰𝙽  𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴  𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙸𝚃  𝚃𝙾  𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴  ———  𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽  𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴  𝚂𝙾,  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝙾𝙵  𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚃  𝚃𝙾  𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵.  honesty  between  spies  and  soldiers  like  them  alike  was  hard  to  come  by.  never  knew  what  was  real  or  what  wasn’t.  he  could  tell  you  that  with  first  hand  experience.

            bucky  isn’t  too  certain  if  @warmthbled​  is  talking  about  him  or  not,  but  either  way:  she’s  right.  but  lying  to  himself  has  kept  him  alive  for  so  long,  he  doesn’t  know  what’ll  happen  if  he  stops. maybe  he’ll  crumble  under  the  weight. lose  himself  again.  maybe  the  voice  in  his  head  that  reminds  him  that  he’s  a  good  man  underneath  it  all  will  shift  into  something  else  far  worse. he’s  been  lying  to  himself  since  he  was  a  kid.  he’s  fine,  he’ll  be  okay.  he’s  not  tired.  can  still  be  useful  to  someone.  help  someone.  he  can  still  keep  going.

incoming transmission from: @warmthbled​ message sent: ❛ who cares if it bleeds ? ❜