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@botanicuh-blog
*takes off my shirt in front of my love interest so she can see all my scars like in an angsty book scene*
Her, delicately tracing them with her fingertips: what……happened to you
Me: WELL that one’s where I lied down on a lightbulb and THAT one is from running through cornstalks barefoot and THAT one is because I kept scratching a mosquito bite in my sleep and THAT one is from fighting a goose and tHIs is from when I fell through a window in a tickle fight, an-
.... a superhero?
‘ you think you’re funny? ‘ 485 asks, squinting at him and taking an intimidating step forward. patience is a virtue, and it’s something that manticore does not have. jaw ticks with annoyance, and hands curl into fists at sides. his demeanor is meant to exude the energy that he can easily snap the other’s neck with no question – and 485 can. he’d rather not, regardless of what manticore wants him to do.
‘ i don’t think you understand what i am telling you. ‘ he takes another step forward, but his gait doesn’t stop but instead continues to make sure that he can corner this stranger. all 485 sees is a skinny guy who wants the truth, but 485 just needs to intimidate that spark in the other that makes him yearn for the truth. manticore wants this guy gone, but 485 can see that he’s just innocent. ‘ stop looking into manticore. or you’re as good as dead, got it? ‘ with one last look, 485 turns on his heel, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, believing that is enough on the subject.
‘ well--- ‘ humour’s his weapon, the thing that gets him out of all sorts of sticky situations ( and on occasion, in them ) but being threatened kind of puts a damper on things and he chokes on his next remark as he’s cornered. all he wants is to be a voice for the silenced. to do the right thing. kaidan lets out a breath once this bully’s out of his face and counts his lucky stars because that could’ve ended a lot worse. ‘ good talk! ‘ he calls after him, rolling the tension out of his shoulders and straightening his jacket. composing himself.
that’s when he sees it. as if he were a product, someone’s property, a barcode is just barely visible on his neck as he stalks away from him. ‘ hey! hey, wait! ‘ kaidan bolts after the key to everything, circling around to his front and blocking his way. ‘ what happened to your neck ? you’re one of them, aren’t you ? ‘ he reaches into his pocket and plucks out a crumpled document, waving it around. ‘ i know about the experiments, okay! but i need to know more. i need your help. ‘
vroooooooooooooom:
“ find a mechanic instead, ” she plays along, a small, teasing grin forming at her lips. this, she can do. it’s car - talk, and she spent enough time working on that damn rover to turn the awkward into a conversation about engines. raven stands now, movements more confident as she takes small steps toward him. “ the spark’s already there. it just needs a boost to get it going, a jump start to add charge to the disabled battery, ” she explains. “ shouldn’t have pulled away. ”
okay, okay, okay. he’s got this. it’s a second chance, a do-over, and this time he isn’t going in blind. he's not a replacement, he’s not forcing her to move on when she isn’t ready, he’s not... being a thoughtless douchebag. in fact, he’s been thinking too much. kaidan bounces up on his tiptoes a few times, a nervous gesture as she begins to cross the room once more, and there’s a slow exhale once she’s close enough to touch. he lingers, simply taking in her presence, a smile on his face that sings of her beauty. kaidan’s heart is on fire but his mind is calm. body draws closer, his head dipping, and he makes the sound of an engine starting before gently finding her lips.
’The Amazing Spider-Man 2’ deleted scene
wtf dude:
manticore briefed him of the guy before he was sent out on the mission. they explained to 485 that this stranger was starting to dig a little too close to the surface of everything manticore built and they had to make sure to keep things under wrap or else suffer the fallout. 485 has been preparing for outside mission for months, only having been on small cases with a superior looking over his every move. this would be his first assignment where he goes out on his own, assured that he takes care of everything and wipe away the evidence.
so when 485 shows up, he watches the guy for a while. across the street from the other’s home, on roofs when kaidan’s walking the streets, anywhere that kaidan was, so was 485. now, he’s sure that kaidan is isolated alone – reporters always getting themselves in sketchy places. it’s no doubt that the paper will paint it as an ameteur writer who got a little too ambitious and got caught up in the wrong crowd, hungry to find the source. this should be an easy mission, if kaidan help make it easy.
485 steps forward when kaidan finally sees him, and it almost feels strange that he’s talking to the other without any recording on him – without a mic tied back to guys waiting in a van nearby. it’s strange that he’s taking on this mission completely on his own, his decision up to him. ‘ you need to stop looking into manticore, ‘ 485 says bluntly, timbre rough as cold eyes stares down at the other. ‘ you’re gonna get yourself in a world of hurt. just walk away, and everything will be fine. ‘
he’s dumbfounded, tongue-tied, but he’s also a little proud. it shows in the satisfied curl of his lips — he knew there was greatness waiting to be uncovered here. truth to the whispers. he’d like to take this moment to thank his lord and saviour, the creator of cheddar-flavoured goldfish, for getting him through the long nights of research.
‘ ... so manticore is real. ‘ kaidan has slammed face first into dead end after dead end but this gives him hope. renews his spirit, the flame any good journalist should have. ‘ i’m guessing you work for them but i don’t know why. what they’re doing is inhumane. ‘ he realizes he probably shouldn't be so brave because this guy looks like he could break his back with the mere flick of a finger, so he raises his arms in surrender. ‘ look, if world of hurt is code for you're gonna kick my ass and possibly kill me, do ya think i could call my mom real quick ? we have a potluck tomorrow night and if i'm gonna be dead, i need to tell her someone else has to bring the nacho dip. ‘
anyone else have a heart thats too soft….. a marshmallow heart…… tempur-pedic mattress heart…. a cotton candy heart…..
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‘ sandeman… this guy was definitely a gaiman fan. ‘ there’s a phone pressed to his ear and documents scattered over the floor of his apartment, the boy puzzle-solving the only way he knows how: in chaos. ‘ no, neil gaiman. sandman, american gods… whatever, doesn’t matter. jaina, this is huge. ‘ kaidan doesn’t run from a good story. he is drawn to injustice, to the things people with power and money try to bury. ‘ if i’m right, we could be living among superhumans. real, honest-to-god superhumans — kinda. ish. hey, i’ll call you back tonight. there’s something i need to do before it gets too dark. ‘
an hour later, he’s standing in front of an old factory. kaidan looks down at the crumpled paper in his hands, verifying the address with a sigh because this can’t be right. he’s looking for a residential property, for a doctor who can shed some light on the government files he thinks about even in his sleep. he hasn’t had a sexy dream in months. it sucks, man.
when he looks back up, he’s startled by an unfamiliar presence, hopping backwards. ‘ wow, okay, um—–hi. i’m looking for a dr. vertes, would that be you ? ‘ his eyes flick to the paper nervously. ‘ —you know what, don’t answer that because dr. vertes’ first name is adriana and you don’t look like an adriana to me. i mean, you could be. a name’s just a name, right? who… cares… ‘ his voice wilts and he figures the best course of action here is to shut up and smile, so he flashes him something charming.
RAVEN:
she can almost feel the tense energy in the room, the awkwardness, weird pauses in between words as the two of them tried to figure out what they were trying to say. it’s more than friendship, and raven has known that for a little while. but admitting it, opening up and acknowledging it – that was an entirely different story that required a lot more vulnerability and courage, two things raven wasn’t quite ready to put out. his compliment brings a small, half-smile to her lips, one that is short-lived as her chin ducks low, gaze slowly making its way back to meet his. “ i’m not good at this stuff. ”
he sees her in a different light today. she’s not the bold mechanic with the sharp tongue, she’s just a girl. the way she can’t quite keep steady eye contact, the ducking of her chin, the nervous tinkering—it’s utterly disarming, and his own gaze softens. ‘ whaddaya mean, ‘ kaidan chuckles, hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. he has an idea. ‘ okay. how about this. it’s an engineering problem. step one, boy admits feelings to girl. step two, girl hopefully reciprocates. engine still won’t run though. there’s no spark, it’s missing. so... what’s next ? ‘
This is…this is your meatloaf. This beats all other meatloafs!
RAVEN
“ you’re the one who pulled away. ” it starts to feel too vulnerable, like she’s putting too much out there, being too open. the energy in the room is starting to get awkward, tense, and she can almost feel herself ready to shut it down – to use it as an excuse to start building ( or re-beuilding, thanks to the mess on the floor ). strand of hair is tucked back behind her ear as she inhales heavily, taking a seat at the work desk and pulling a bunch of materials toward her. “ do you? ”
nothing is simple anymore. kaidan used to come here to escape, to sit in silence while raven repaired the unrepairable. it was the one place where nothing was expected of him. but now... now there’s a bond, something that’s teetering over the line of friendship, and this isn’t the eye of the storm he remembers. kaidan is stunned by the fear of change, of not being able to go back once he voices his truth, but he already feels her slipping away like jaina and mistakes are only okay if you learn from them. ‘ how could i not ? you’re like... helen of troy. ‘ he taps his knuckles against the desk, voice dripping low. a whisper. ‘ come here. come back. ‘
RAVEN:
“ that’s what you think you are? ” he couldn’t replace finn – that much was true. but she doesn’t need him to. she doesn’t want him around just to fill an empty void, that was something raven needed to do on her own. “ a replacement? ” she moves toward him, slowly, brows furrowed with an almost-confusion. “ that’s how you think i feel? ”
‘ feel... ‘ kaidan says the word like a question and the room gets a little bit smaller. there’s nothing to distract himself with. no wise-crack ready to slide off of his tongue. he’s... defenseless. ‘ you, uh, you feel things ? ‘ raven’s the opposite of kaidan. she gets her hands dirty, he plays with flowers. she fixes things, he breaks them. the boy blinks and shakes his head in disbelief; he isn’t used to this, isn’t used to being seen---the shadows have been his companion for so long. he’s comfortable there. ‘ why? ‘
RAVEN·:
raven flinches at the sound of her materials hitting the floor, hand coming up to run through her as she assesses the mess. “ kaidan, ” she snaps, a step toward him as she pushes his hands out of the way of the rest of her things. “ you almost kissed me. and then you didn’t. we’re talking about it. ”
‘ look, i—— ‘ maybe raven makes him smile, maybe she makes his heart leap and dance and sing, but it feels disrespectful to say these things out loud. besides, he’s not good at it. spent his life on the ark gazing at someone he wanted but never had the courage to hold. ‘ finn... ‘ he sighs... this sad, defeated thing. ‘ he was special to you. can’t replace that. don’t even wanna try. ‘
RAVEN:
“ you’re avoiding the question. ” and raven’s patience is wearing thin. the more they beat around the bushes, the more awkward things would be, and they didn’t have the time to lose. she looks up from the pressure pump, her full attention on him this time, and brows raise impatiently. “ you tried to kiss me. that’s usually a thing people talk about. ”
‘ wha—— ‘ abort, abort, abort ! he fumbles, swiping his hand across raven’s workstation and knocking a bunch of crap onto the floor in a moment of true elegance. ‘ okay but what’s your definition of kissing ? because i think it was more of a greeting... a really close greeting. i was saying hello. to your lips ! lips are people too. ‘
