#wealthydaughteroftherevolutionx

Send me a ツ to see a tweet my muse would post/make about yours

He looked around quickly, at where his guys were loading up the van. Shit. He did not need this - did not need her popping up right about now.

Marry, Fuck, Kiss, Cuddle, Get drunk with. Send me five names.

Marry: "My first instinct was to say Jesus, because being married to him would literally be heavenly, but I mean, come on. I need sex in a marriage, and in no way am I sexually attracted to him. So I'll marry the fuck out of Judas and hope he doesn't find this comment terrifying."

Fuck: "I wanna have sex with Kat, just to see how it ends up. Hypothetically, obviously... Heh..."

Kiss: "Peter. I'm pretty sure that hasn't happened already and I don't get how."

Cuddle: "Definitely Jesus."

8:Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?

Yeah, Thom and maybe some other people I dunno, my pants are cute and it’s too hot for pajamas so you can all just fucking deal with them. 

11:Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?

Honestly I don’t think so, one time I tried to go without it for a bit and I almost died you have no idea.

24:Are you good at hiding your feelings?

I dunno I mean, not anger, if I’m angry then you’ll probably know about it, and happiness obviously not but then why would you? I dunno I mean I like to think that maybe I’m okay at not letting know I’m sad but I really have no idea and anyway I’m trying to get better at not doing that, know what I mean?”

47:Do you miss the way things were six months ago?

What month was it six months ago-uh-August-May-uh-April? Uh not really no. 

50:Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

Send “Hey, little cutie” to see my muse as an eight year old.

When Kat grew up she was going to be a professional boxer and foot ball player and part time athlete, and maybe sometimes a super hero when she had a day off. Gad would of course be her coach, her goal keeper and her side kick respectively.

Today they were superheros, well, she was and Gad would be when he came back from his grand ma’s house and they could fight Bad Guys together. For now though it was a woman job. She was a lone wolf-she had heard that said somewhere and decided she quite liked it.  

A red blanket, cut down and sewed by her mum, made her camp and she ran, flushed, through the streets grinning at the way it fluttered out behind her. Now all she needed was a Bad Guy to take down and the day would be taking shape. 

Ah. Now there looked a likely face. 

The girl was rich, obviously. Kat could tell by the way her hair fell in neat little ringlets and was tied with a bow; not the ratty ends and loose hair bands of a city kid like her. Not only that but the girl’s clothes didn’t have a single patch, not a single hole or loose stitch and her shoes-Kat, accustomed to second hand worn down shoes only made necessary by the glass littered roads-had never seen anything so clean and perfect. 

A spoiled little rich girl: just the kind of Bad Guy she was looking for. 

Practiced hands and feet scrabbled up one of the closest walls, only slipping once, where she crouched until the girl skipped past. 

She was a super hero; she could leap off buildings in a single bound-

-she landed on top of the rich girl with a yell of “this looks like a job for Super Girl!" before the wind was knocked out of them both and an elbow and a knee connected painfully with the concrete. 

"I stand for truth-and-" breath, "justice and-" breath "the North Cana way-"

Sitting up, stubbornly ignoring her skinned elbow and scratches, Kat pressed her weight against the other girl with a crooked grin.