Scream All You Want

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[unheroic-blog1]

Have I been SAVED? Or do I still need SAVING?

                                                      written by maria

[ivoryxdove]

               “ My brother Jon is in the North, he might help us. “ She said, tucking her head against him as they flew. Sansa changed the subject. “ How can you fly? “ She asked, more curious than anything else. “ Can other people do things, too? Like the lightning you held, or the flying? “

[eafoot-blog]

               Apparently North was the most specific directions he’d be getting. Sylar didn’t need anymore as he was naturally attuned to these sorts of things, sensing the cardinal directions in the same way that he sensed the wind in his hair, or her head on his chest. “Where I come from, yes. I haven’t met anybody quite like me in this world, but I’ve only just arrived, my lady.” He smiled, still getting a quick out of the dated formalities.

[vampirecrack-moved]

               ❝I know you’re the one with the broken arm but-❞ She pauses to take a dramatic cough against her fist before continuing,❝But don’t you think there’s someone else who just wants to soak up in the tub before you get all claimy like that?❞ Then again she had a good point. He was the one with the broken arm and even though they shared the same hectic day, he was the one with worse for wear. Fine. He deserved the tub more than her.❝Okay, but if you’re naked, I’m not walking in with the glass. I’ll just have it for myself.❞ She playfully warned him. She didn’t care one way or another if he was nude. He was in a bathtub for goodness sakes.

[eafoot-blog]

                ❝Now, now don’t be petulant. I called dibs.❞ He would be more concerned if he wasn’t 100% sure that she was spraying genuine bullshit. Despite his initial discomfort, the two had grown what could only be described as ‘unorthodoxly close’. Besides: bubbles! The easily concocted solution for modesty. Oh, he’d be getting that champaign. The shirt was hanging halfway from his body now, his good arm free of its confines and therefore available to pat Sookie condescendingly on the head. ❝I’ll think of you while your away,❞ he sighed dramatically, then meandered through the french doors that lead to their grande bathroom.

[electricelle]

Her heart was racing as the current moved through her. She loved the awe, and the way his eyes widened and reflected the light racing through her. His barely restrained urge to reach out despite the shock, delighted her endlessly, so much she had hoped he’d go through with it.

The electricity dyed as her fingers curled around it.

“You?” He really was clueless.

“I don’t know. Maybe you haven’t manifested yet.”

She stared at him.. The irrational part of her brain claimed it could see it if she just stared hard enough. He seemed normal. They always did. 

“Have you noticed anything about yourself? Ever made things fly across room? Maybe set things on fire or heard voices in your head? Have you ever turned anything into gold?”

[eafoot-blog]

Really, she was vocalizing some of his favorite stories. The Greek heroes and Gods and Goddesses, he spent hours raking through his public school’s inadequate library in search of some unread content. It was his preferred method of time wasting during the lunch hours, studying that which others deemed impossible.

He’d been expecting immediate gratification, and at her answer (or lack of it) felt slightly winded, but no less deterred. He’d woken from dreams before, excited and his blood rushed, energized by the concept of something special breaking out of him. But they had only been dreams… At least that’s what he’d assumed. Screw new doors being opened, he and Elle had just plowed through an entire wall.

“I don’t know,” he replied softly, and it was exceedingly obvious to him that, that was a weird answer. Surely he would have noticed if he’d moved something with his mind OR turned it into gold! In truth, all he had to offer was an unrelenting feeling, that knowledge that he was destined for better things.

He realized that she was watching him almost as intently as he’d been watching her. Gabriel squared his shoulders and hoped that he wasn’t blushing. “I feel like I have,” he shrugged casually, affirming… Everything.

[justanotherabomination]

Her understanding of human emotion may have regressed a bit in her time away, but if she was right…If she was right. Her eyes went a bit wide at his words.

“You wouldn’t be able to keep me away, Sylar.”

[eafoot-blog]

The way he understood it, Grace was new to this whole connection deal. It was her excuse, yes he understood. More than that he empathized. And while this petty anger surged through him for being abandoned (brushed aside like some insignificant speck in her ongoing timeline) his mind was high like a spitfire.

She triggered him, like a taunt rubber band flinging him over the table, Sylar sprang at her. Despite all the violence coursing through his veins, when his hands clenched around an unfamiliar fistful of hair he tugged her to him, savagely pressing his mouth to hers, packing all the remaining aggression into a kiss.

[eafoot-blog]

@catchthatregenerator​ cont. from (x)

Sylar smirked. Of course the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Then we’re in agreement.” For once, and having that damn girl around only made things worse.

“I trust you realize that she’s left us with one option, right?” Sometimes pets had too much bark, the world was never this patient with them. Then of course this entire situation was a giant ego trip for Adam.

[vampirecrack-moved]

Surprise gif set for @eafoot // Sylar & Sookie

[eafoot-blog]

Good Omens Sentence Starters Part Two.

❛ what've we got to save 'em for? ❜

❛ if they're so clever, what are they doin' in the sea? ❜

❛ i swerved to avoid a tibetan in the road. ❜

❛ i'm an occultist, but that's just a hobby. ❜

❛ i think he just didn't like women very much. ❜

❛ you could almost overlook her blowing up an entire village. ❜

❛ i expect we'll get a medal or something. ❜

❛ i don't see why we shouldn't have a medal just because some old car doesn't know when to catch fire. ❜

❛ it's not worth growing up for, if you ask my opinion. ❜

❛ speaking as a mother of unborn generations, i'm against it. ❜

❛ and then giant ants take over the world. ❜

❛ she's being unusually obtuse. ❜

❛ could be a her. this is the twentieth century, after all. equal opportunities. ❜

❛ we thought a multi-nation nuclear exchange might be a nice start. ❜

❛ stop making noises! ❜

❛ oh, fuck. ❜

❛ you're bluffing. ❜

❛ are you feeling lucky? ❜

❛ you are lying, or you are insane, or possibly you are both. ❜

❛ so long, sucker. ❜

❛ do i look like i run a bookshop? ❜

❛ the point i'm trying to make is the dolphins. ❜

❛ can i be rubbish? or embarrassing personal problems? ❜

❛ really cool people. i hate them. ❜

❛ shut your face. ❜

❛ have you been drinking? ❜

❛ do you know what this is? it's a hand. four fingers, one thumb. ❜

❛ this antichrist - how many nipples has he? ❜

❛ i'm not sure about this killing business. ❜

❛ i just don't like lobsters. ❜

❛ i don't care if you believe me or not. ❜

❛ that's probably because your car is on fire. ❜

❛ i was speaking rhetorically. ❜

❛ somehow, i thought you'd be younger. ❜

❛ good effort. you saved the world. have a holiday. ❜

❛ whoooo-eee. where have you been? ❜

❛ we were only doing our jobs. ❜

❛ what have you got to lose? ❜

❛ here's to the next time. ❜

[eafoot-blog]

Thinking of revamping my Eden Mccain blog... Hmmm

[starchillcd-a-blog]

     ✮    ‘      Of   two  hearts   one  is   always  warm   and  one   is    a l w a y s    cold:      THE COLD HEART IS MORE PRECIOUS THAN DIAMONDS:      the  warm   heart  has    NO  VALUE    and  is  thrown  away.

                                                                                                (x)

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it.

Marya Hornbacher. (via lsabelas)

[jungesgcld]

Milo Ventimiglia as Dr. Ted Grey in Pathology (2008)

[labors]

im alive out of spite

[electricelle]

She may have jumped a bit in surprise at his sudden break of silence. Her focused on him, pushing through her own thoughts and recognizing something in his eyes. The fascination made the wires in her veins come alive. 

He seemed to be fine. No obvious signs of an upcoming fainting spell. She’d seen it happen before. There was a genuine need to know.

“Fine.” There was an obvious false resignation in her tone. Frankly, she’d been dying to show him– to claim the honor of snatching the blindfold.

Her control was noticeably proficient when she put her mind to it. Her father had made sure of that. Of course, there were the occasional emotional outbursts that jolted through her. No one was perfect. 

Elle raised her hand in front of her. Blue arcs of light danced across her fingers and towards the center of her palm. She raised her other hand above it and watched as the tendrils of electricity reached towards it.

“Pretty cool, huh?”

[eafoot-blog]

There was something about him and people. Even with this inescapable me against the world mindset, where they (being the masses) generally seemed not to like him, and he respectively did not much care for any of them either. BUT the thing -- he seemed to understand much more about them and their motivations than anyone expected him to. 

He could see the glow in Elle’s eyes that countered her sore words and attitude, but was too entranced by the blue crackle she’d summoned to call her out on it. Of course she would be excited, why not with something so deliciously captivating at her finger tips.

It was stunning, pun not intended. Her hands were small and white, and the electric blue current stood out so boldly against her skin. Madly, Gabriel felt the impulse to grab at the energy with his hand. Thankfully, he was able to control that impulse. 

“Yeah!” he agreed and would later kick himself for being so obvious. In that moment, too much excitement flooded him to play cool. His next question tumbled from the mouth like some heavy bolder, but he really, really wanted to know. 

“What about me? What can I do?” 

[vampirecrack-moved]

               ❝Five star hotel,❞ Sookie repeated with a smile on her face, trying to make it as bright as she could despite their current predicament. It wasn’t going to be easy to get to a hotel when they had the police on their asses but she was going to do all that she could to get away from them. No way was she being locked up again, him neither. She had to led foot it out of this parking lot and onto a main road where hopefully getting around other moving cars would help lose the cars chasing them. The area was somewhat familiar to her so hopefully she knew a few ways out of here to shake them.

[eafoot-blog]

                Less than 24 hours later, post pawn shop and with pockets full of Benjamins, found our two heroes strolling through the lobby of that priorly discussed five star hotel. Marble, velvet, and lace-- the works. The heroes themselves were looking a little worse for wares, but as far as Sylar was concerned his high spirits were steadily flittering back. Their room, on the 16th floor, came equipped with a king sized bed, a private balcony, and jacuzzi bathtub that Sylar had already set his eye on. ❝I call tub, you fetch the champagne.❞ With his refreshed spirits came the willingness to guilt Sookie into the work. He’d already taken to fumbling out of his button down with only one arm at his disposal-- and flinched pitifully at an unnecessarily sharp movement. The arm had been re-wrapped before they broached their nights lodgings, this time without jewels to obstruct its healing process.

[ivoryxdove]

               “ The Wall. “ She breathed, twisting around to look which way they’d need to go. “ If we keep along the Kingsroad I know how to get there, and we can walk. “ There was nowhere closer that she thought she’d be safe. Even the Wall was risky; Jon might not want her there, and if he didn’t… 

               Sansa knew what happened to women who wound up at the Wall. 

[eafoot-blog]

              Sylar was sure of his abilities. He could protect her without breaking a sweat, so long as she stuck by his side. As far as he knew, there was nothing in this world that could ever match his strengths. “Then North it is,” he said with some contempt. Somehow the fabled beaches of Slaver’s Bay had appealed to him more. 

[onceuponamusing]

                                 killing you SOFTLY ?

                             no. this is going to be BLOODY,                                      this is going to be BRUTAL,                                             & most of all                   

                                        THIS IS GONNA                                     HURT LIKE HELL.