#withheroes

              Breaking the law wasn't a foreign concept to Ian. He was a Gallagher. Things like that seemed to come natural to them from birth, like it was something that could be passed down and inherited, like their bipolar gene or addictive personalities. No, this wasn't a first for him. He just wasn't used to seeing the law be broken with such.. careful precision. Fred knew what she was doing and above that, she did it with intelligence rather than just going in hard. It was fascinating to watch.

              Lips formed a smile. ‘Yeah, ‘course.’ Might as well follow this through. Not like breaking and entering would be the worst crime on his record if caught. ‘I mean, as long as no more dudes start bursting into flames, I’ll be cool. That was just fuckin’ weird.’ Ian had witnessed a lot of strange shit in his life, but he’d never seen that until tonight.

lmfao out of context this is so fucking fnny

              Consciousness meets G L O R I O U S concept, a whirlwind within the miasma spreading. It will be revived, reborn, shuddered unto the plane of life so undeserving of such a behooving reckoning. ‘TIs within day that righteous strikes, crackling crags fissured by blood, sin, and the tears of a woman who knows so little of destiny.   Filtered echoes; it must feel like searing claws against bone when it speaks to the other --  

                                                   hollow                                                                 &&                                                   snarling  

                    ❛                         you are afraid. why ? most would be thankful for this gift.    ❜ The setting THEY are in is sterile, murky whispers and words against walls of alabaster and sulfuric smell; the change is ushering quickly.