you do not choose your destiny.

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[fatealigned-blog]

my dad wrote a porno (season 2) starters 

“Life is shit, but we all move on.” 

“Oral sex is not a substitute for protein - or salt.” 

“I’m feeling a bit ill.” 

“What position shall we take?” 

“Just punch me in the face.” 

“The food was out of this world.” 

“I’m gonna go home to my empty life.” 

“There are no rules.” 

“Please do not send me dick pics.” 

“This is our world. Everyone’s fucking all the time.” 

“You’re in danger! Run!” 

“Let’s stop worrying about the stipulations. I don’t think it’s ever going to happen.” 

“He’s like a toddler with a crayon!” 

“Can’t a woman just go shopping?” 

“I wonder if it’s like Harry Potter where the wand chooses you... Does the crop just fall into your hand?” 

“Great observation.” 

“It’s nice to know we’re on top.” 

“Wow! They’ve got everything!” 

“Can I just buy this, please?” 

[victoriousvocabulary]

LABASCATE 

[verb] 

to begin to fall or slide. 

Etymology: from Latin labascō, “I totter (begin to fall; I waver, yield”.

[René Milot - The Fall of Icarus]

[adaftoldman]

[adaftoldman]

“I’ll be a story in your head. But that’s okay: we’re all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it WAS, you know, it was the best: a daft old man, who stole a magic box and ran away.”

[despairedsuggestion]

I keep wondering if i could have prevented this.

[citydin]

make me choose; anonymous asked: angela/linderman or angela/kaito?

[stcrtrek]

Meet the boys. “1961”…

[penrosexsteps]

That dark-haired head ducks into an alley – and pulls a smaller, stouter figure with him, coat flaring in the wind. Arthur grimaces. He’ll take his chances, he supposes. That’s what he’s getting paid for.

“–Just to clarify, was that dead or alive?”

[fatealigned-blog]

“Alive, smartass,” Nathan says back. With his brother under control that would be one less worry weighing down on Nathan’s shoulders. Even if that meant his imprisonment. 

[fatealigned-blog]

@catchthatregenerator // continued from here

“Experimentation like this, it’s just... Jesus, it’s beyond unethical.” Victoria’s nerves bundled tight in her stomach, a common sensation with the Company these days. “---How old is that boy in there?” 

[catchthatregenerator]

-Like he could tell her, nothing in this world was only a theory. Not in their world. Arthur Petrelli could strut around in the light, proud of his power, but the reality was Victoria had the most power. She could give and she could take away. She could create a whole new level of evolution. And that was frightening. 

Adam felt no fear, but he was afraid, as it happened. He could see where it could go wrong. His mind was racing ahead and so he re-focused on her, giving her an encouraging look. 

“What are you more concerned about, the physical side-effects or the psychological?”

Adam thought he had a solution, at the corner of his mind, for the time-restriction, but he was cautious about sharing it just yet. 

“We can manage without the serum if need be. If you do succeed, we won’t give anyone a maximum dosage. It also depends on the functionality of the serum–what aspect of the biology you are amplifying. If you take me, for instance, I don’t think there is any possible enhancement that could be made for this ability.”

He felt fairly–static. 

“Really, you’d just be trying to amplify the range of their current abilities. There should be no other augmentation. That is a more reasonable goal. I do have one trick to cheat the time….but first, you have to promise me something.”

He paused.

“Victoria, I don’t think you should tell some of the Founders about this theory. I imagine you’ve talked to Nakamura–it was Nakamura, wasn’t it–and that’s fine. But some will take the potential the wrong way. Give them the wrong …idea.”

[fatealigned-blog]

“Both,” she admitted. “The effects could be catastrophic. On the mind, the body - Hell, maybe even on us.” That, of course, was a stretch, but concern etched its way onto her face now, her mouth forming a form and brows crinkled. Yet Adam had a way of bringing her back to reality, making her focus on the here and now, offering her clarity. 

“... Alright. I’ll do everything I can to make this work. I’ll work on some preliminary testing - see what’s possible.” She paused. “The range... Yes, that should work...” 

As her mind began its wonders, she let Adam’s words sink in. For a split second, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment - or maybe that was the beer. 

“Whether I tell them or not, they’ll find out eventually, Adam. A project like this wouldn’t go unnoticed. If we explain to them the full effect of the serum and that we can design it to be controllable, they’ll understand.” That was her optimism talking. She knew the dangers of ability enhancement. It wouldn’t take long for the other members to realize them as well. 

[electricelle]

“Not me, Nathan. I’ve already said too much. I have loyalties, you know?” Locked lips. Her fingers twisted at the corner of her mouth and she threw the imaginary key over her shoulder. It didn’t last— 

“Just remember to ask the right questions when my dad gets here.”

[fatealigned-blog]

“... Yeah, I’ll do that.” Elle had given him enough, enough to suspect the Company wasn’t telling him the whole story. Then again, he wasn’t surprised. These people, even his own family, had kept secret after secret from him. How was this any different? 

[onthisrock]

“Ah, we’ll see about that.”

With the sole purpose of being annoying, Peter throws an arm over Nathan’s shoulder and leans, crinkling his suit jacket.

“How many beers are we talking here?”

[fatealigned-blog]

Nathan handles Peter’s weight, nudging him in the ribs in return. “---Enough to make your head spin, little brother.” 

[penrosexsteps]

His gun, usually a comforting weight at his hip, no longer felt sufficient. How could it? Grimacing, Arthur picked up the pace. His eyes were pinned on the back of Peter’s head.

He couldn’t be held responsible for minor damages. 

“So little faith, ” he grunted, moving against the flow of the crowd. “He hasn’t tried to burn me yet.”

[fatealigned-blog]

“---Then take him out before he does.” The words leave a bitter taste in Nathan’s voice. God knows what ability Peter possesses now. Time travel, telepathy, speed - no matter what is it, Arthur needs to act fast. 

[fuelledredemption-blog]

“You’re in the Chihuahuan Desert. West Texas,” he answered, taking a small step closer to her. “You’re at my CARNIVAL, miss. Do you remember HOW you got here?” There was no real point of him asking how she got there. He already knew how. But he wasn’t ready to let her know that YET.

[fatealigned-blog]

Texas?! 

Her heart thudded in her throat, threatening to choke her. “No---I’m sorry, I... I don’t remember. I just need to get home. Do you have a phone I could borrow?” 

[penrosexsteps]

The bony part of her shoulder digs into his gut, making him wheeze, but it’s better than feeling heat at his back. Arthur’s hands clutch at her jacket. He’s still stunned from the pain. Tries desperately to get air back into his lungs. 

No time. Even a moment’s rest means Linderman’s men will find two charred, dead bodies. His legs regain some sense of strength at the thought.

From what he can see of the room, the place is dark– smells stale and dusty, some sort of back storage space Arthur would have used as work area (once upon a time), but it would serve as less than such now. 

Blunt nails digging into fabric, he hisses, “Hide.”

[fatealigned-blog]

No shit, she wants to spit back at him, but there’s no time. She scans the area, soon spotting a door leading to an electrical room. The doorknob comes loose with one tug and Jessica slips inside, Arthur still hanging off her shoulder. She sets him down with no amount of grace and peers out the door’s window. 

A shadow made its way through the dark space, travelling further and further from where they hid. They’re in the clear, but there’s no telling for how long. 

“---The second he comes near this door, we shoot him.” 

[fatealigned-blog]

@isthatjet // continued from here

A suicide attempt had come up only once in Matt’s career as an officer. The girl was fifteen, running away from home. She spent the night at a friend’s, locked herself in a bathroom with a gun (stolen from her dad’s garage) clutched in her trembling hand. The 9-1-1 call was placed on September 24, 11:46 a.m. Matt would never forget that date. 

He was the first on the scene. Heart racing, palms sweaty, he raced through every bit of training when dealing with a suicide attempt. Nothing would prepare him for when he reached that door, knocked and heard the choked sobs of the girl on the other side. So Matt let his mind go blank, let himself rely on instinct. After hours of talking, getting to know one another, and even some quivering laughs, he eventually coaxed her out of the bathroom and to a hospital. But no happy ending came with her story.

Five months later, the girl put a bullet through her head. 

Matt suffered from the guilt. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t his fault. Her decision was made, though that didn’t stop the nightmares, the fleeting thoughts of ‘I could’ve done more.’ That part was true. Had he concentrated hard enough, he could’ve dug further into her mind, planted an idea, made her see her decision would cost her everything. But what did that make him...? 

History had a funny way of repeating itself. Here he was again, on the edge of life or death, staring a man who could not hold on any longer. Matt’s stomach twisted and turned, his mind buzzing. 

“Think about what you’re doing.” The words left him without a second thought. A mindless statement. Something he was supposed to say. Matt expected the other’s response. It was only natural - this man had made his decision. But that didn’t mean he had to lose his life for it. 

“Look---” Matt began, searching through the man’s thoughts for a name. “Chris? It’s Chris, right? I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but know this - you can trust me. Chris, what do you do? For a living?” 

[catchthatregenerator]

“With your eyes? Or with your mind?”

Adam smiled a bit at that, heavy as he was inside of himself. Adam hadn’t thought yet, hadn’t stopped to think yet. He knew what was coming for himself, life was steadily drawing him closer. He turned and sat at the table. Empty place. Glasses with smudged fingerprints of dead people. Seemingly reaching for him. 

“I….”

He wouldn’t go that way, focus now, now. 

“I did bring it up,” Adam said. “You can go find some of your ah, friends. Read their minds. I told them and they didn’t believe it. What could I do?”

[fatealigned-blog]

“With my damn eyes.” 

Matt grit his teeth. Every word that came out of Adam’s mouth was enough to make him cringe. 

“Then where is this cure?” 

[adaftoldman]

The Doctor’s frown deepened, feeling a clumsy prodding at his mind. Turning, he narrowed his eyes at his seemingly human acquaintance. “Never mind that. You know, it’s very rude to try to read someone’s thoughts without their permission.” Immediately, his sonic was raised and pointed at the man’s face, buzzing softly. “You shouldn’t even be able to do that. How are you doing that, eh?”

[fatealigned-blog]

The man’s words gave him pause and he stared blankly like a shored fish. Did this guy have abilities? But, before he could retort, the other pulled out what Matt believed to be a weapon (or maybe even a toy). Still, he froze in place. 

“---I don’t know. I just... do. Something in my DNA,” he said, poorly repeating the explanation of Mohinder. “How did you know? Are you one of us?”