#electricbluebruises

[cupidquinn-moved]

@electricbluebruises​ said: “You don’t have to make it up to me. It wasn’t your fault.”

     “Yeah, I know it wasn’t 𝒎𝒆 me,” Harley replied. Obviously, since she’d never been pregnant. Thank fuck for state issued depo. “It was still kinda me though, even if I didn’t birth yah.” As she thought about it more deeply, her eyes got a bit glassy with a far off gaze. How different were the genetics of the iterations of self on a different time line? If they took him to a hospital and got him tested would he read as related to her? It boggled her mind more than just a little bit.

[nonempyreal]

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@electricbluebruises

“Hey, look at me, it’s okay. I ain’t the poster boy for self control m’self. S’okay t’ lose it sometimes, even if some prick ends up on the business end ‘f it.”

“I-I didn’t MEAN to, he just started coming at me, and I... One moment he’s standing and the next, he’s...” She stares at the man on the ground. “...DEAD, I guess.”

[zzapzzaptasers-a]

‘ you are my good days ’ (dmi)

What if she loves him forever?

What if these feelings of do you even have good days anymore or are they just ‘less bad’? stick around and although she and Jamie stick around and encourage and hope and love, what if he doesn’t get better, it doesn’t get better, and he runs himself into the ground chasing some sort of satisfaction that never comes around?

He is enough but Darcy doesn’t know how to live without him, and the way he’s moving through life like it owes him money and he has a grudge--

“They could be every day, you know.                                 Idiot.”

But she collects his face into her hands and kisses his nose tenderly, softly.

[swallowedblood-archived]

❝ i didn’t mean to wake you, ❞     the blonde mutters.  he’s finally sleeping just a little,  she feels bad for interrupting him.   moving over to the bed,  bianca sits down next to dmitri,  letting out a deep sigh.           ❝ go back to sleep. ❞

*┊ I.D. ⟩  @electricbluebruises,   x. 

[seesgood]

“I’m a writer,” She explained, keeping her smile bright and trying not to seem overly eager as she looked at him. She’d learned awhile ago that most of his kind didn’t take too kindly to people asking them about this stuff, so she made a point to tread carefully. “At least I’m trying to be. Mutants rights and general awareness about mutant-based issues, that kinda stuff.” Another pause, and she could feel the nervous rambling start to bubble up before she could stop it. “But right now I’m mostly publishing columns on beauty care. Which sucks, but it pays the bills, ya know?” An awkward laugh and Caroline glanced down at the pad of paper in front of her. “So...would you mind if I asked you a few questions?”

---- @electricbluebruises ; starter call.

[gentlemind]

@electricbluebruises  /  sc.

                                           ❛  hate to disappoint you but i ran out of almost all sorts of tea and all i can offer you now is peppermint, chamomile or green tea. choose wisely.  ❜

[cosmicfell-blog]

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“Do you think we’ll ever get to see the outside again?” Alona asked, her fingers fidgeting with her pillow, it was that odd time after dinner when it was too early to sleep and yet too late for much of anything else. So the blonde sat on her bunk, ocean colored eyes looking up at one of the few surviving 100, someone she could see as a friend and had been for the last two years they had spent in this bunker. It was in this downtime that her mind wondered, to the future-- would they ever get out of here? Would they have a life on the ground once more? Lasting peace? Or was this it for them?

[cupidquinn-moved]

@electricbluebruises​ prompted: 🔪

alternatively send “ 🔪” for my muse to find yours at a scene of a crime // accepting

     “Are yah kiddin’ me? Have yah ever done this before? Been casin’ the joint?” Harley demanded. Maybe she was being a bitch, but she wasn’t exactly pleased by the fact that he’d sprung this one her shortly after she’d rolled up to the bank building, the engine idling. “Yah know not tah let the teller give yah any money, right? Cuz they gonna try tah slip in one of them ink packs with the rest.”