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grey’s anatomy feminist moments: addison montgomery · wishin’ and hopin’

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❛ death, dust, party, repeat. ❜ for anna

@prodigyn SENT IN A MEME FOR ANNA JONES. 

      ❝ that’s no way to think of it. ❞      she’s tired too, hair’s messily pulled off her face, greasy.  anna knows she probably smells a bit too, but that was besides the point.  they had work that they needed to do,  had been doing her damn best to make sure that those who survived did so to the fullest of their ability.  

  it wasn’t their fault that their reality was falling apart at the seams.  she had a gift that could help, so she was going to use it.  it didn’t matter that her vision was slightly blurred and that her clothes were now blood stained.  ( hadn’t had a chance to change yet, not when there was people who needed to be treated )  she took her new role seriously.  probably too seriously since she hadn’t gotten any sleep in a while and she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown because of that lack of sleep.  

  even before all this, before she knew of the world collapsing and all that jazz, she’d pushed herself too hard.  it was only natural that she still did that.     ❝ i haven’t partied since i found out.  remember, i became a triage nurse instead. all i see is death, tony.❞ 

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❛ there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters. ❜ for vanessa

@prodigyn SENT A MEME FOR VANESSA KAPATELIS. 

 vanessa has never thought herself a god.  not ever, but somehow his words still carve a hole where her heart should be.  it stings and aches.  burns and bruises.  she placates before she ever lifts a finger against her enemy.  tries to solve with gentle words instead of brute force.  her and cassie were different in that way — her and diana alike.  

  of course — cassie was different.  she was god born while vanessa was just goddess blessed.  didn’t have divinity running through her veins.  her mother was thought of as an honorary amazon — had been rescued by nymphs as a child and brought to themyscira to heal but vanessa was just a mortal girl who had been BLESSED with the gifts that she possessed.  and she was well aware that they could be taken away whenever the gods felt it was best.  

  his opinion hurts, had never thought she wrangled the line between man and god like the rest of her alias’ family did.  this changed that, but she couldn’t help but choke the words out, sorrow wounding and carving out her words.      ❝ i’m not a monster.  i’m not.  ❞

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vanessa probably will die doing heroics to be quite honest.  she would probably bite off more than she can chew and honestly she’ll do literally anything to protect those she cares abt. 

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“Are you pretending to be dense?”

@solwalk TRIED TO KILL ME WITH MEMES SO SHE GETS DORIS ZEUL. 

     ❝ listen here, buddy. ❞     hackles are raised, anger is once again bubbling under the surface.  she had only come here because she had heard rumors that ryan choi had been sighted, and that was all she wanted to know.  whether she had seen him or if this trip over the border had been a complete waste of time.  not any magic fairy bullshit.  

heroes always came back from the dead.  that was just how it worked.  death was rarely if ever final in this world and he just wanted to know if she held onto hope or if she should just let sleeping dogs lie and actually deal with the fact that ryan was dead.      ❝ have you seen him or what ?  i’m not a cop, i’m not anything, i just want to know if you’ve seen him.   please. ❞     

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PSEUGHOST‌:

Donovan cannot for the life of him understand why she has already decided that he is the enemy without so much as a single word on his end, but it appears that the die have been cast and there will be no changing her mind. All attempts will prove futile, especially if she can peer into his head at any given moment and see all his thoughts — all the resentment, all the mischief, all the conniving things he may or may not be thinking.

It’s hardly fair, he thinks. He already has to deal with his lover being able to read his mind; he could have gone without a rival having the same ability.

Ah, well. She’s letting him stay, that’s the important thing. He originally had no plans to cause any trouble, and that hasn’t changed. He is a man of his word. Whether she changes her mind about him or not, he can at the very least prove that to her.

         ❛   Thank ye, then. That’s very gracious o’ ye. Perhaps ae will.   ❜

  there are some times that layla draws conclusions where there are none to be made.  a flaw, but something that she would never admit to.  she was a proud woman, she had lived this long for a reason, and knew she had least another century to live before she even got anywhere near withering and dying.  after all she looked remarkably well for a sixty nine year old.  drink is momentarily drained, carefully placed upon the bar as she watches him still.  

  no trust can be found within her eyes, nor would they ever be found unless he proved himself so.  and that was something she truly and utterly doubted. 

  it didn’t help that she had a SPLITTING headache caused by a vision the day prior.  at least she wasn’t wearing the sunglasses today, but there was still speckles of blood near her ears, covered by wild curly hair that she had missed when she had showered this morning.  she wouldn’t admit that she was relying more on her telepathy than her hearing today.  she was fine.  all was fine.

      ❝ i can be nice when i want to be, i just need it to be PROVEN. ❞

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PRODIGYN‌:

     a laugh, bright & hollow,   bubbled  from  his  lips.  marriage ?  now  that  was  a  concept  exhumed  from  the  grave,  with  the  warmth  of  memory  scraped  out  of  it.  marriage  was  a  word  cold  on  his  tongue ;  cold  like  a  gold  ring  bought  &  unworn,  cold  like  mouth  that  stopped  smiling,  cold  like  the  frigid  finality  of  a  door  shutting.  underneath  the  cloth  of  a  tailored  suit,  his  skin  prickled ;  something  in  him  balked  with  visceral  intensity.   ❛  close,  but  not  quite.  apparently,  i  have  a  long  string  of  lovers  i  have  the  audacity  to  keep  tight - lipped  about.  ❜   a  faint  expression  of  befuddlement  overtook  his  facade.   ❛  i  didn’t  know  how  to  tell  them  they  probably  knew  more  about  it  than  me,  considering  its  the  first  i’ve  ever  heard  about  it.  ❜

    like  banishing  a  ghost,  he  shook  out  his  sleeve  &  fiddled  with  a  faultless  cuff - link.  a  physical  action  of  ‘ well,  anyways ’.   ❛  it’s  not  flattery  if  it’s  truth.  the  7  o’clock  news  doesn’t  do  you  justice.  you  are  much  more  than  scandal,  yes ?  ❜   for  a  moment,  the  intensity  of  his  fluorescence  turned  elsewhere,  towards  a  passing  waiter  &  a  tray  of  fizzling  flutes.  plucking  two  away  &  offering  one  to  the  other,  there’s  a  slight  tilt  to  his  head  —  questioning.   ❛  i  hear  you  dabble  in  prosthetic  wonders.  ❜

      ❝ jeez, it’s as if they don’t know what personal life actually means.  fucking shitheads. it’s none of their business who we do and do not sleep with.  i’m surprised i haven’t fielded any questions about the two dozen children i apparently have. ❞     privacy was something that scarcely graced their presence.  maybe that was why she had created the facade of her character vi.  then she was allowed some privacy.  the public didn’t know who she was, not really.  hadn’t ALLOWED it, but that didn’t stop them from trying.       ❝ motherhood is something that’s not on my to do list. ❞      had made that perfectly clear to her family, her siblings were going to carry on the family name, not her.  it had taken them a while to cope with that idea, but it had eventually happened.   

  that shouldn’t be something she had to say, but that was the perks of being a celebrity.  everything you did and said was up for argument, and for anna it was mostly of the negative variety.       ❝ scandal is just a way to make money.  i have other hobbies the media hasn’t caught onto yet.  but you are being too kind to me, tony. ❞     she takes the glass, carefully sips at it.       ❝ you would be correct.   also some robotics.  i have a video of my robotic cat on my phone if you would like to see ?  she’s a wonder and usually very well behaved. ❞

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TRUTHPIETY‌:

❛  i can.  ❜     oh  !    how easily fury can be held inside an argil frame.  so contained.  yet ready to be unleashed should it be required.  but there are beliefs  /  codes she must live by    ––– –    wants to live by  ,    so for now  ,    the amazon does nothing.  there is confidence to her statement  ,    diana knows she will do everything possible.  a flaw or strength  ,    that is still up for debate.

though she sees the futility in reasoning with clea.  someone so set in their ways cannot be changed with a kind word or promise of an alternative.  as there is no alternative to give.  not one that clea would agree to.     ❛  it is not yours to rule or to take.  this is your warning  ,    clea.  leave.  ❜     three warnings to give  ,    diana’s presence counted as the first.  only one more to give    ––– –    an offer that would not last long.  her voice rings of righteousness.  clea would fail again in her attempts  ,    diana would see to that.

  hand tighten around her trident, curling ever so tightly.  everything about her is harsh, from her stance to the armor she covers herself with.  no longer does she don the lighter colours, no green and golds, outfit is silver and covers her from head to toe.  a proper armor since she was at war.  and her home had abandoned her after all.  why should she represent them ?  they don’t deserve it and when she returned she would kill each and every one of those who rebelled against her.  

  the foolish would survive, but a weak population was easier to control.      ❝ IT IS MINE !  IT BELONGS TO ME.  IT HAS ALWAYS BELONGED TO ME. ❞      an angry voice bellows, voice like the crack of a whip.  her ego was something that always got the better of her, and when she was questioned ?  it was never something that ended well.  what would this foolish princess know of ruling anyway ?  she was weak.  the only good thing she had going for her was that she was from an island of woman.      ❝ they don’t know that it’s good for them.  do you not see it here ?  how they hurt them.  it is best if they are restrained like the beasts they are. ❞

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❛  why do i suddenly want to get some fireworks?  ❜

@prodigyn SENT IN A MEME FOR VANESSA KAPATELIS. 

      ❝ beats me. ❞      it might be the fact that the duke of oil ( what a terrible name )  had exploded into a shower of sparks and flames in front of him when his robotics had malfunctioned.  which had been good timing since his hand had been around her throat, trying to throttle her.  vanessa was glad that she’d had the forethought to make sure that her hair was always braided down her back away from her face.  otherwise he wouldn’t have been the only thing that had caught on fire. 

  it only takes a second of distraction for her to not realize that his hand had started to reform.  damn, she hated when they did that, especially when she was immediately being gunned for.             ❝ iron man, i could uh use a little help here !  seems this guy didn’t know when to stay down or that bolo ties are frowned upon in boston.  and terrible names ! ❞      what she would do for just a normal bank robber.  it probably didn’t help that she was probably winding him up by repeatedly insulting him.   

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TRUTHPIETY‌:

worry abated  /  had only needed the reassurance that vanessa was okay.  now just going through the motions.  not the first time she’s had to patch up wounds    ––– –    won’t be the last.  almost enjoys it.  an act of care  ,    something she’s picked up.  and pain will abate too  ,    in time.  though diana does offer a look of sympathy at the hiss.

❛  she’s good at what she does    ––– –    a good teacher.  ❜     and diana knows all to well  ,    her own sessions with dinah leaving bruises that last for hours.  and diana knows she cannot provide everything no matter how much she tries.  but she can count vanssea among her sisters and that is more than enough already.     ❛  not today.  ❜     the smile gentle  ,    though something quite like mischief lingers behind it.     ❛  but ask me again tomorrow.  ❜

      ❝ she is.  good person too. ❞      shouldn’t be surprised that diana surrounds herself with good people.  they always flock to her, just like she had when she’d been a child.  and the fact that they were willing to accept her was something too.  especially since cassie had at least four years of heroics on her.  in actuality she wasn’t sure.  she’d have to check that.  some would think she was INTRUDING upon her role, but they lived on opposite sides of the country and they looked completely different --- which made bamboozling villains even easier.  vanessa wasn’t here to take over from her, they could cooperate and make the world a safer place.   society as a whole would probably prefer it if they hated each other guts, but the elder was assured of her place in diana’s life.  they weren’t replacements for one another. 

  she can feel wounds stitching themselves together, blood not trickling down her cheek any longer.      ❝ you know i will.  i’m always curious about how you decide who is going to mentor me.  do they draw straws ?  flip a coin ? ❞     vanessa, is of course joking.      ❝ i’d be interested in learning from doctor mid-nite. would be helpful to have another hero whose able to help out when someones injured. if i have a say in who gets to train me. ❞      after all, she’s not in the game to kick ass like some were. vanessa wanted to help, that was her goal with becoming wonder girl.  like diana had helped her get through the toughest years of her life. 

     ❝ then i can save you the trouble of patching me up every now and then. ❞       

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OHFIENDANGELICAL‌:

          ❛   Don’t worry, sugar, I know how to play the game.   ❜

Zero smiles, his touch drifting from her shoulders to the small of her back, thoughtlessly intimate. A kiss is pressed to her mouth, both sweet and savagely hungry at once, and then, after safely discarding his cigarette, he shifts swiftly to pin her down with a the skill of a hunter. 

There is a brief moment in the shifting, a split - second at most, in which he is tempted to bite down and break her neck. This moment, like the millions of others exactly like it, disappears from his memory almost instantly, a sin so small that it is not worth remembering. 

Stretching like a cat, Zero kisses her neck, lips trailing ever - downward. Bambi eyes watch her reactions closely, cocky yet seeking approval. His heart has always been especially weak for women. Freud would probably have quite a bit to say about that — among other things.

  her hair has already partially fallen out of the half assed ponytail she put it in during the cab ride. every touch is one that she relishes, eyes falling half shut --- can’t close them fully because she doesn’t want to take her eyes off him.  a squeal at the contact, hadn’t expected to be pushed down into the bed, but she’ll take it.  take anything he gives her.  

  does he know that she’s willingly devoted to him ?  wouldn’t mind spending the rest of her days just around him ?  thoughts that she won’t speak of.  doesn’t dare to incase she ruins one of the few things she enjoys.  sure, the scandal they caused was fun, so was the mayhem and threesomes.  but it was him that she enjoyed, quiet moments like these where they got up to mischief just the two of them.  

  his hand on her chest anchors her, makes her let out a little hiss.  doesn’t dare move her hands into his hair but she still looks down at him, smile on her face.  every inch of her body is covered in tattoos.  he’d be able to see the dim flicker of the electronics in her hip in the darkness of the room.  when she stripped for her performance most just thought they were wires attached to her skin.  none thought that they were real.       ❝ yeah, keep going.❞

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PRODIGYN‌:

     the show goes on.   invincibility  meant  something  different  here,  in  this  gathering  of  wolves  &  hounds  dressed  in  high  fashion.  invincibility  is  found  in  a  smile :  both  a  saccharine  lure  &  a  curving  scythe.  it  persisted  on  his  face  as  those  who  previously  demanded  his  attention  relented  their  clutches  from  him ;  &  persisted  still  when  he  took  her  hand,  inclined,  &  kissed  the  back  of  her  hand.   ❛  you  are  heavensent.  i  could  feel  my  brain  atrophying  with  every  word  that  came  out  of  their  mouth.  ❜   the  words  are  exasperated  &  genuine  —  a  complete  dissociation  from  the  veneer  of  infallibility  written  across  his  face.

     straightening,  the  curve  of  his  mouth  changed.  tilted  away  from  public  eye,  the  smile  is  sheathed  —  something  more  genuine  turning  his  expression  apologetic.   ❛  well,  now  that  crisis  is  averted,  i  feel  like  i’ve  started  on  the  wrong  foot.  you  look  stunning,  miss  roberts.  well  worth  any  riot,  or  perhaps  the  cause  of  one.  ❜   there’s  a  teasing  twinkle  in  his  eye :  the  media  both  gushes  over  &  guts  those  who  dare.  a  sentiment  people  like  them  both  know  with an  intimacy.

  that garners the first true smile of the evening, dimples popping.  there was just something about him that seemed genuine when he spoke to her.  and he had absolutely no reason to since they were strangers to one another.  what they knew in the media didn’t count, even their own.  anna’s was carefully crafted to appeal to her audience.  they wouldn’t see her birthday parties with friends or what she looked like first thing in the morning. she was allowed to have some things private, even if they were few and far between.  the public wanted sex and scandal so that was exactly what they got.  half naked gym shots, post shower selfies.  behind the scene shots from performances.  a snap shot of her life.

       ❝ well, you don’t need to worry about that anymore, i don’t plan on talking about anything they decided to put their two cents in about.  did they try and shame you for not being married like they did me ?  they said it was a shame.  who says that to a complete stranger ! ❞      the kiss to her hand makes her laugh, moves in to do an air kiss next to his cheek. both sides.  the celebrity way of life.       ❝ its just a little something i put together last minute.  you flatter me.  ❞      they both know her stylist put it together.  she’s just as comfortable in this as she would be in any of her costumes.

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      ❝ you can’t stop me from taking what is truly mine. ❞    she practically SPITS at diana, cold fury seeping through her veins and into her words and actions.  every inch of her body is taut and ready to attack her if she thought that was the appropriate course of action.  there’s some ego there.  she’s a ruler, a queen --- her colony may have revolted against her but she was still their queen.  it was her bloodright. 

atlantis would be hers too, she would see to it and the pretenders WOULD be killed.  they weren’t royalty.  children trying to be royalty when they were not.  wet slicked hair covers her face, trident held tightly in her left hand.      ❝ if i can’t have it, no one can and i will take somewhere else as my own. ❞      she had already tried once, she would try again.        // @truthpiety LIKED FOR A STARTER FROM QUEEN CLEA.