#futurewonder

[phoenixtouched]

“i have a strong inkling.” 

@futurewonder​

Rachel had always struggled in the first few months of coming down to a new timeline. And often enough, she didn't get a chance to settle into place before she was off to some place else. Or some other time. She had such little control over the path she walked that some days it felt like she was watching to the beat and just hoping the tempo wouldn't suddenly change.

Today, that tempo changed.

It changed with her heart rate jumping — and a question from the other woman asking if Rachel was from around here and Rachel immediately tossing out why would you ask that — but she had an idea. Saw right through the nervous energy that was suddenly on display.

This was Yara Flor. Wonder Woman. At least from the time that Rachel had been born into and shaped by. A woman who had saved her life. Who helped her find her footing after being tortured and forced into being a monster. "Do I really look that out of place?" You don't look like you've aged a day. Rachel pushed the thoughts aside, trying to keep herself steady. "I'm not. I mean, you're right. I'm not from here. I just didn't think anyone would notice." The truth was readily provided. Only because in Rachel's mind, the version of Yara that she knew, was worthy of her trust.

[anxietylanterncruz]

“ you look ridiculous with that cobweb in your hair. ” 

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"W — what?” Jessica’s hand came up to her head, almost touching the top of her head but stopping short of actually touching it. A sudden but gripping fear in her heart that there was a spider tangled up in there. “Cobwebs are dust, right? Just dust. Not — nothing else? Just too much dust?” She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and pulling her hands down, not wanting to leave them to shake in the air while she tried to figure out nastiness was in her hair.

“It’s not... it’s not spiderwebs, right? Those are different from cobwebs? Cobwebs are dust and spiderwebs are made by spiders, and this is just — just dust.” Jessica’s eyes fluttered open, but the panic was still there, probably far too clear in her eyes. Hopefully Yara wouldn’t comment. (But knowing Yara? When didn’t she?) “Get it out,” Jessica said, tipping her head towards Yara, bowing it so that she had a better look at the mess that had tangled in her hair. “Get it out — please, get it out!” 

[demiwonder-a]

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Cassie knew she should have talked to Yara before this. There was a deep guilt in the fact that she hadn’t and would just be springing this on her sister. Most of her bags were packed, sitting on the floor of her once shared bedroom with Conner. She didn’t want to stare too long. That would threaten her eyes to well up once more. Her hair and clothes were still damp from the rain and she felt a weariness in her bones that had settled in on the drive back to the apartment. Jon had seemed to scatter, gone from the apartment thankfully. Cassie silently hoped Bart wouldn’t hate her for leaving without talking to him. She’d call him. He’d understand, she hoped. 

“Yara?” Cassie called out as she entered the apartment, the key to the home still on her key chain. She hesitated in taking it off before quietly tucking the keys away in the pocket of her raincoat. She’d keep it for now. (She tried not to think just what that would mean because she was keeping it. Maybe some sense of false hope. An optimism she didn’t deserve to keep.) 

“Yara—” she finally came face to face with her sister and felt herself already start to crumble. “We...I broke up with Conner.” She whispered quietly, hating how, as predicted, her eyes filled with tears. “I was going to...I was going to go to Genosha, see if I could stay with...” A pause as she tried to think how to explain the parents she had started to see in Jean and Scott, “some people I know there. I would like you to come with me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before I did this. I didn’t give you...time. I’m sorry.” she whispered softly. That she had given her a home in the city and now would uproot it to a different place all because of her.

[sovietavenger-a]

( 😴 ) a half-asleep text 

@futurewonder​

(✉️ ➡️ Yara ): Do Amazons ever sleep? I know I said coffee helps keep people awake, but that wasn’t an invitation to text me at three in the morning. (✉️ ➡️ Yara ): This is some crap that Thor would pull. (✉️ ➡️ Yara ): And you know what I’d do to him? (✉️ ➡️ Yara ): I’d leave him on read. It’d drive him up the wall knowing that I’m choosing not to speak to him. (✉️ ➡️ Yara ): For you though... we’re going to the farmers' market. 🙂 Get dressed.

[anxietylanterncruz]

[ text ] –– paint a picture. it’ll take longer.

@futurewonder​

(✉️ ➡️ wonder girl: yeet edition ): i think you’re grossly underestimating how much i can over think something  (✉️ ➡️ wonder girl: yeet edition ): [unsent] am i allowed to joke about that? i feel like simon would glare at me— (✉️ ➡️ wonder girl: yeet edition ): painting a picture and uh, sending a text for example could take the same amount of time! 

[beastlygreenarchived]

❝ Let’s just…go ahead and forget that ever happened… ❞ // @futurewonder​

The silence that followed after watching the pretty desk girl knock an entire jar of pens onto the floor was a pretty deadly one. For a moment, they didn’t really move. She stared at the floor, peering over the edge of the desk, and Gar, standing awkwardly with a bag full of frozen yogurt in his hand. Within just a few seconds though, Gar couldn’t help but giggle gleefully, canine peeking out over his bottom lip. 

“Let me help you pick those up.” Setting the paper bag down, Gar knelt onto the ground and scooped up as many pens as possible, pressing them into the once-full jar until it was full again, trying not to flush a bright red at their close proximity. He made a lot of business deliveries these days (something he was proud to say that he started at The Scoop), and one of the most common happened to be at the Daily Planet, since it was right next door. It seemed they the ice cream store owner couldn’t pass up the opportunity for a good pun.

When all of the pens were cleaned up, he stood up again, finally getting the nerve to introduce himself. He’d chickened out the last two or three times he’d come to deliver the ice cream. “I’m Garfield. You can call me Gar.”

A pause, holding out his hand for her to shake. She looked sort of familiar, now that he was looking at her up close.