Is there any neurotypical people in Gotham?
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For science.

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Is there any neurotypical people in Gotham?
You know?
For science.
Reasons why the Gotham academy principal (along with almost all the staff) should be investigated by police.
•A male teacher refusing to let a girl go to the bathroom, his excuse of “you had your period yesterday” if bullshit. Worst of all? HE WAS OUR BIOLOGY TEACHER! The principal said he was nto at fault at all.
•In student council meetings.. someone suggested making “Slap ass Friday a thing”. I should tell you that out of the 6 boys in student council, he was the only one who agreed to this. We all kicked his ass. The problem was is that the vice-principal voted with him.
•One word- Swimsuits. The principal was supposed to pick the swimsuits, and he picked the most reveling one for the females. He also stated that if you were born AFAB, you HAD to wear the female swimsuit. Since I’m intersex, he told me since I was AMAB, I had to wear the make swimsuit…
I have boobs. The male swimsuit is only trunks. I wore a bra with it and got detention.
•The P.E teacher is a racist fuck. Instead of splitting teams by choosing captains, he separates them by race. White people vs Non-white people. He gives the non-white team strike for the slightest thing, and the white team could give someone a concussion and he wouldn’t dare say anything.
•Our English teacher harasses anyone who’s not Christian, but is ESPECIALLY rude to the group of Muslims in my class. She tried to pull off one of the girls hijabs, and gave a boy detention when he stopped her.
There’s unfortunately more, but I can’t hide in the bathroom to type this forever. I’ll write more in it at lunch.
@arkhampsychologist I heard you know Commissioner Gordon. Could you uh… give him a call for me?
ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᵍˡᵒʷ ᵒᶠ ᴰᴬᵂᴺ shines ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃʳ 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲, ᴮᴸᴱᴱᴰᴵᴺᴳ t͟a͟w͟n͟y ʸᵒˡᵏ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᵗʰᵉ 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 ᵒᶠ ᴺᴵᴳᴴᵀ, ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢ̲ᵒ̲ᶠ̲ᵗ ⁻ spoken ᴿᴱᴹᴵᴺᴰᴱᴿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵᵀ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ... ˢᵒᵐᵉᵈᵃʸ. —— ❛❛ ᴺᴼᵂ ʸᵒᵘ 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 ᵀ'ᴹᴱ, 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸. this ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ... ᴵᵀ ᴬᴵᴺ'ᵀ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᶠᵒʳ 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ʸᵒᵘ. ᶠᵒʳ th'things ʸᵒᵘ 𝗰𝗮𝗻 ᵈᵒ. THEY’LL FEAR YOU ... ᴴᴱᴸᴸ, ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʸ 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 ʰᵃᵗᵉ ʸᵒᵘ, ᴬᴺᴰ ᴳᴼᴰ 𝗳𝗲𝗿'𝗯𝗶𝗱 even ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᴴᵁᴿᵀ ʸᵒᵘ. 𝙞𝙛 ᴵᵀ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵗ'ᵐᵉ, ᴵ'ᴰ ˢᵃʸ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ ᴵᵀ. ᴺᴼ 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲'𝗻 ᴳᴱᵀᵀᴵᴺ' ʸᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᴴ͟ᵁ͟ᴿ͟ᵀ, ᵒʳ ᴷᴵᴸᴸᴱᴰ, EVEN. ❜❜ —— ᵃ ˢᵉᵃ ᵒᶠ ᴬᴹᴮᴱᴿ billows ᶠᵃʳ ᵇᵉˡᵒʷ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵇʳᵉᵉᶻᵉ, ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵃᵗ 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 ᵂᴴᴱᴬᵀ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃ ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ ᵇᵒʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵒᵘᵗᵉʳ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃ ᴹᴬᴺ. ᵗʰᵉ ᵂᴵᴺᴰ ᶜᵒᵒˢ ᴵᴺ ᴹᴼᵁᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘, 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 is ᵗʰᵉ ᵀᵂᴬᴺᴳ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃ’ˢ 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲, curling ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᵗʰᵉ ᵀᴱᴺᴰᴱᴿ ᵖᵘˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᴹᴬᴺᴰᴼᴸᴵᴺ strings ʳᵉˡᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ᴬᴵᴿ. —— ❛❛ 𝗶 spent ᵃ ᴸᴼᴺᴳ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ ᴺᴼᵀ 𝗕͟𝗘͟𝗟͟𝗜͟𝗘͟𝗩͟𝗜͟𝗡' ᴵᴺ anything, ᴺᴼ ᵍᵒᵈˢ, ᴺᴼ 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐇𝐒 ⁻⁻⁻ ᴺ ᴰᴼᴺ'ᵀ ᴳᴼ ᴿᵁᴺᴺᴵᴺ' ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴱᴸᴸᴵᴺ yer 𝐦𝐚 ᴵ said ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴺ͟ᴱ͟ᴵ͟ᵀ͟ᴴ͟ᴱ͟ᴿ. ❜❜ —— ᵗʰᵉ ᴼᴾᴱᴺ arms of 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ᵈᵉʷ ᵖᵘˡˡ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ʲᵒʷˡˢ ᵒᶠ ᵀᵂᴵᴸᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᴬᴺᴰ birth DAYLIGHT ᴼᴺᵀᴼ ᵃ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖʸ 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲, ʲᵘˢᵗ ᴳᴱᵀᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᵘᵖ ᴵᴺ 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 ᵗᵒ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒˢᵗᵉʳ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐧 ᴵᴺ ᴰᴱᴸᴵᴳᴴᵀ. 7AM.
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙽: ❛❛ ˢᵒᵐᵉʰᵒʷ, ˢᵒᵐᵉʷᵃʸ, ʸᵒᵘ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵉᵈ ᴬᴺ ᴱᴺᵀᴵᴿᴱ 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 'ᴺ found ʸᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃᵗ ᵒᵘʳ ᵈᵒᵒʳˢᵗᵉᵖ, 'ᴬᴺ if ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴬᴵᴺ'ᵀ ᵖʳᵒᵒᶠ 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ALMIGHTY ᵀᴴᴱᴺ 𝙞 ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵃˢ ʰᵉˡˡ don' ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ʷʰᵃᵗ 𝗶𝘀. ᴵ ᵐᵃʸ ᴺᴼᵀ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᴮᴵᴳ 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, ᴮᵁᵀ ʷʰᵃᵗ 𝐢 ᵈᵒ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ is 𝒊 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 ᴵᴺ ʸᵒᵘ, ᶜˡᵃʳᵏ. ᴬᴺ' 𝗶 believe ᵂᴴᴱᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ, ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᴿ͟ᴵ͟ᴳ͟ᴴ͟ᵀ 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. ᵗʰᵉ ᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ choices ᴬᴵᴺ' ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵗʰᵉ 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 ᴼᴺᴱ. ᴬᴺᴰ ᴺᴼ man's ʷᵒʳᵗʰ 𝙝𝙞𝙨 ᵂᴱᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᴵᴺ ᴳᴼᴸᴰ if ʰᵉ ᴰᴼᴺ'ᵀ 𝗳͟𝗶͟𝗴͟𝗵͟𝘁 ᶠᵒʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ. 'ᴺ ᶠᵒʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ his. ❜❜
[X] 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 ʳᵉᶜᵉᵈᵉˢ ᴬᴺᴰ his ᵗ͟ᵉ͟ᵐ͟ᵖ͟ˡ͟ᵉ͟ˢ 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 ᵒᶠ ᴹᴬᴺᴷᴵᴺᴰ ᵗʰʳᵘˢᵗ THE LAST SON ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᵃᵗᵒˢᵖʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 ᵀᴵᴹᴱ. 𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗘𝗗 ᴬᴺᴰ ᵖᵘˢʰᵉˢ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃʷˢ ᵒᶠ ᴺᴬᵀᵁᴿᴱ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵒᵒ ᴸᴼᴺᴳ ˢʰᵃᶜᵏˡᵉᵈ ᴴᴵᴹ ᵗᵒ his ᶠᵉᵃʳˢ, ᵖᵃˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃ ᵒᶠ ᵂᴴᴱᴬᵀ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡᵃʸ claim ᵗᵒ 𝗵𝗶𝘀 ᴾᴬ, ᴬᴺᴰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵏ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵒʳᵉ 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 ᵗᵒ ᵃ FIRST-CONTACT KISS. ᴴᴱ 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 ᵃˢ if ᴵᵀ ʷᵉʳᵉ 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 ᴺᴬᵀᵁᴿᴱ, ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ˢᵒᵐᵉ forgotten ᵀᴬᴸᴱᴺᵀ 𝘤͟𝘳͟𝘦͟𝘦͟𝘱͟𝘪͟𝘯͟𝘨 𝗶𝘁𝘀 ʷᵃʸ BACK ᴵᴺᵀᴼ 𝐡𝐢𝐬 ᴮᴿᴬᴵᴺ. ᴬᵀ ᵐᵃᶜʰ ᴼᴺᴱ ᴴᴱ ᵇᵃʳᵉˢ his ᵀᴱᴱᵀᴴ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵗᵒ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏ ᵁᴺᴰᴱᴿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖ͟ʳ͟ᵉ͟ˢ͟ˢ͟ᵘ͟ʳ͟ᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ 𝙞𝙩𝙨 ᵃˡˡ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵀᴼᴼ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵗᵒ carry. ᴬᵀ ᵐᵃᶜʰ ᵀᵂᴼ 𝗵𝗶𝘀 ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ VANISH ᴬᴺᴰ ᴮᴸᴱᴺᴰ ᴵᴺ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵃᵖᵒʳ, ʰᵉ tries ᵗᵒ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 ᴬᵀ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴼᴿᴸᴰ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃˡˡ its ᴴᴬᵀᴿᴱᴰ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ʳᵃᵍᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵀᵁᴿᴺᴱᴰ 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 ᴰᴬᴿᴷ ᴬᴺᴰ ᶜʳᵘᵉˡ ᴬᴺᴰ 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙, ᴮᵁᵀ ᵗʰᵉ sound ᵒᶠ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 ᶠᵘʳʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ CAN’T ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵘᵖ. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝙸𝚂 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙱𝙻𝚄𝚁, racing ᵇʸ ᴵᴺ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵏˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒˡᵒʳˢ ʰᵉ hasn’t 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 ᵇ͟ᵉ͟ᶠ͟ᵒ͟ʳ͟ᵉ͟ : ᴬᴺ 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 SYMPHONY ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵒʳᵈˢ, ᴸᴵᴺᴱᴰ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᵗʰᵉ strings ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃ’ˢ ᴳᵁᴵᵀᴬᴿ ʲᵘˢᵗ 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉᵈ. ᴬᵀ ᵐᵃᶜʰ ⁻ ¹⁵, his ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀ ˢᵉᵗᵗˡᵉˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵖᵃ’ˢ voice ᵇˡᵉᵉᵈˢ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵐᵖᵗʸ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ, ᵂᴴᴱᴿᴱ 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎 GRIEF 𝗿͟𝗲͟𝗶͟𝗴͟𝗻͟𝘀 ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᴷᴵᴺᴰ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ ᴹᴬᴺ. ʰᵉ ˢˡᵒʷˢ, ᴬᴺᴰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ 𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 ᵇᵃᶜᵏ: ❛❛ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ 𝘁'𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 ᴾᴸᴬᴺᴱᵀ ᵗᵒ change ᵗʰᵉ ᵂᴼᴿᴸᴰ, ᶜˡᵃʳᵏ. ᴮᵁᵀ ᴵ 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 ᵗʰᵉ ˢ͟ᵗ͟ᵃ͟ʳ͟ˢ ʸᵒᵘ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 ᴹᴵᴺᴱ first, ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ʷᵃʸˢ 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦. ❜❜
10AM. 𝘕𝘖𝘞, 𝗚𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗠, USA. 〝 ᴵ'ᴹ ˢ͟ᵒ͟ʳ͟ʳ͟ʸ ⁻⁻⁻ ᵁᴴ ... 𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗱, ᴴᴱ ᴸᴱᵀ ᴹᴱ ᴵᴺ. 𝐢 ʲᵘˢᵗ, ʲᵘˢᵗ ᴺᴱᴱᴰᴱᴰ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴬᴸᴸ ᵗʰᵉ 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚, ʸ'ᴷᴺᴼᵂ. ᵁᴴᴹ. 𝙸 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝚈 𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾𝙳𝙰𝚈. 〟 ///////////////////////// @gothmite .
𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗬, 𝟵:𝟮𝟮𝗔𝗠.
ᵀᴴᴱ 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙱𝚂. this 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 f͟a͟i͟l͟s ᵗᵒ 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 ᵐᵉ ᵂᴴᴱᴺ ˢʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃʸˢ ᶜᵒʸ: ᴴᴱᴿ 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗ ᵗᵘᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ never ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴷ ᵀᴼ ᴸᴼᴼᴷ, ᴴᴵᴰᴰᴱᴺ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ᴬᴸᴸ ᵀᴴᴱ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡 ᴬᴺᴰ 𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗴𝗲 ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʳᵉᵃˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗʳᵒᵛᵉ ᵂᴬᴵᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ discovered. ᵂᴴᴵᵀᴱ 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 fences 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 ᵇʸ D͟I͟S͟A͟S͟T͟E͟R, 𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙽-𝙲𝚄𝚃 lawns ᵀᴬᴷᴱᴺ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇʸ 𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙽-𝙲𝚄𝚃 ᴹᴱᴺ, children 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ˢᵗᵒʳᵉ⁻ᵇᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵗᵒʸˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴺᴼᵀ ᵀᴴᴱᴵᴿ ᴼᵂᴺ 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴. this ᴹᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᵇᵉ ᵀᴴᴱ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 ᴬᴺᴺ ᴬᴺᴰ 𝗶 ᴬᴿᴱ ᴸᴼᴼᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᵒʳ. 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 ᴳᴼᴼᴰ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵐ ⁻⁻ ❝ ᴹᴼᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ, chief. ❞ ᴱᴺᴼᵁᴳᴴ 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴. 〝 𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙻𝙳𝚂. ˢᵒ, ᵀᴱᴸᴸ ᴹᴱ ... ʷʰᵃᵗ’ᵛᵉ ᵂᴱ ᴳᴼᵀ ? 〟 𝒊 can ˢᵉᵉ ᴵᵀ ᴵᴺ 𝙝𝙞𝙨 ᶠᵃᶜᵉ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒˡᵈ ˢʰᵒᶜᵏ washing ᵒᵛᵉʳ a 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 ˢᵗᵃʳᵉ, his 𝒔͟𝒂͟𝒅 ᵉʸᵉˢ ˢᵒᶠᵗˡʸ ᶜᵒᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᴵᴺ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ. ❝ 𝙞 ⁻ i ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴷ ʸᵒᵘ’ᵈ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵉᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ, 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙴𝙵. ❞
ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵃʸ ᵀᴴᴱ ʰᵃʳᵈᵉˢᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵗ 𝙞𝙨 ᵗʰᵉ ᴵᴹᴬᴳᴵᴺᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ: ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᴵᴺᴰ wanders / 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝗳𝗶𝘅𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 ᴼᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳˢ ᵗʰᵉ victims ᵐᵃʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, ᵗʰᵉ PAIN ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ hands ᵒᶠ 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, ᵀᴴᴱ ᵖᵘʳᵉ, 𝘂͟𝗻͟𝗮͟𝗱͟𝘂͟𝗹͟𝘁͟𝗲͟𝗿͟𝗮͟𝘁͟𝗲͟𝗱 ᵗᵉʳʳᵒʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ lies ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᵃ man's 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, ᵇᵘᵗ this... 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 is ᴹᴼᴿᴱ 𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗙𝗜𝗖 ᵀᴴᴬᴺ 𝘢𝘯𝘺 scenario 𝐢 ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ’ᵛᵉ ᴵᴹᴬᴳᴵᴺᴱᴰ. BODIES ᴸᴵᴺᴱ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐˢ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 play-things, ᴼᴿᴳᴬᴺ sconces ᴬᴰᴼᴿᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃˡˡˢ ˢᵖˡᵃᵗᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᴿᴱᴰ. ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᴰᴿᴵᴱᴰ ᵃ ᵗᵃʳʳʸ⁻𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᵃ ʸᵒˡᵏʸ 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒇𝒇 ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵖᵉᵗ. 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐬 ᵒᶠ ᵍʳᵃʸ ᴹᴬᵀᵀᴱᴿ stick ᵀᴼ ᶜˡᵘᵐᵖˢ ᵒᶠ 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴬ ᵂᴬᴰ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵘᵐ ᵂᴬᴵᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˢᵗᵉᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᴼᴺ, ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 sprinkled ᴬᴸᴼᴺᴳ ᵗʰᵉ ᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ⁻𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗽. ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ is ᴺᴼᵀ ᴼᴺᴱ 𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚 ᵒᶠ this ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 ᵇʸ ᵐᵃˢˢᵃᶜʳᵉ. 〝 M͟O͟N͟T͟O͟Y͟A. [𝚈𝙴𝙰𝙷, 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙴𝙵?] ᴳᴱᵀ ᴹᴱ 𝙱𝚄𝙻𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺. 〟
ᵐʸ ᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᴺᵁᴹᴮ, ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙨 kick ᴵᴺ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ᴵᵀ, ᴵ'ᴹ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵉᵈʳᵒᵒᵐ, ᵂᴱᴬᴾᴼᴺ ᴰᴿᴬᵂᴺ ᴬᴺᴰ 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ᴬᵀ ᵃ 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴴᴬᵁᴺᵀ ᴹᴱ ᵀᴵᴸᴸ ᵀᴴᴱ day 𝒊 ᴰᴵᴱ. ᴵᵀ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵀᴴᴿᴱᴱ ᴹᴱᴺ ᵗᵒ wrestle ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳᵖ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈʸ 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝘀𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 ᶠʳᵒᵐ his 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 ᴬᴺᴰ ᵗᵒˢˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ side. DRIVER'S 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 is ᴼᴺ him, 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝗲 ᵗᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ, ᴬᴺᴰ ᶜᵘᶠᶠˢ ᵗᵒ wrist. ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳᵖ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵘᵖ, 𝗴͟𝗿͟𝗶͟𝗻͟𝗻͟𝗶͟𝗻͟𝗴 ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵉᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵃʳ, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 ᴼᴺᴱ front ᵀᴼᴼᵀᴴ 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᵗʰᵉ ᴿᴵᴾᴱ ˢᶜᵃʳ forming ᴬᵀ ᵗʰᵉ 𝐫𝐢𝐦 ᵒᶠ his ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈʸ, ᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ ᴸᴵᴾ, ʰᵃˡᶠ ʷᵃʸ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉˡʸ split ᴵᴺ ᵗʷᵒ. 𝒉𝒊𝒔 unfocused ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᴿᴬᵂ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᴰᴿᴵᴱᴰ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵒᵘʳˢ ᵒᶠ 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 ᴬᴺᴰ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ. 𝐢 ᵈʳᵒᵖ ᵐʸ gun, ᴬᴺᴰ ᵍᵃᶻᵉ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵒᶠ 𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙼’𝚂 ᵁᴸᵀᴵᴹᴬᵀᴱ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 ᴬᴺᴺᴵᴴᴵᴸᴬᵀᴼᴿ. 𝗶 ˢᵗᵃʳᵉ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ frightened 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 ʸᵉᵃʳ ᵒˡᵈ ᵇᵒʸ i've ᵉᵛᵉʳ 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. ❝ 𝔥𝓔hєн𝐀𝐇𝕒𝐡Hah ... 𝐇 -- н𝕖 h𝓔 ᴹᴬᴰᴱ ᴹᴱ ... 𝐡𝐄𝔥...ᴰᴼ ᴵᵀ! hєн ᴹᴬᴰᴱ ᴹᴱ ... 𝐀𝐇𝕒𝐡Ha! ❞ @gothmite .
〝 SUN’S SETTING . . . ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚢 ‘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙. ᴹ’ᴳᴬᴺᴺ , 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 ? [ 𝙽𝙾 , 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁. 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝚂𝙴 : 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴. ] ᵀᴴᴱᴺ ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 ᵃˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵃˢ 𝗮𝗻𝘆. ʷᵉ'ˡˡ ᵖⁱᶜᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵘᵖ ᴵᴺ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ʰᵒᵘʳˢ. [ 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿 𝚂𝚄𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻 , 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁. 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙰 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝚃𝙰 --- ] ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᴱᴺᴼᵁᴳᴴ . ᵍᵉᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ . 〟
𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: SINAI D̶̯̾̈̆̑̈́̉̆̔̕͝Ë̵̪́̊͂̀͂̋̑̔̑̕Š̷͓̥Ẽ̶̽̔̋͂̆̃͝Ŗ̷̢̦̲̜̦̊͌̓̑̅T , 60 MILES EAST OF KHANDAQ. 𝗖𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦: 2̶̯͉͙̤̥̐͛͌̌͘͝9̴͂̊̾̅͐͝°05'1̶̛8̴̺͒͑̾.̸̃̋̓́͗̀7̵͐̿̌̌̄̀͠"N 33°5̸̫͍͈̊̓̃̃͜2̵͎̩̞̐'27.9"E. 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘: :̶͇̯͊̅͋ ̶͔̪͊́͐̓U̸͂͛N̷̨̧̜̙̈̈́̀̋͌͒̅̓̌K̷͒͗̀̈́̾̏Ń̶͉͙̲̥̀̉̍̃͊̄͑̓͝Ȯ̸̍́̄͆̄W̴̨̩͈̭͗͑̔̀N̶̳͗́̅̀̇.
𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 ᵖᵉʳᵛᵃᵈᵉˢ 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉˢ ᴮᴱᵀᵂᴱᴱᴺ ᵗʰᵉ 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗹 ᵒᶠ 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚂 , ˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵏ ᴰᴼᵂᴺ ᴵᴺ ᵃ 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 ᵇˡᵃᶻᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵍˡᵒʳʸ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ᴺᴬᴹᴱ ᵒᶠ 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 / 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 ᶠᵒᵘˡ ᴾᴸᴬᴺᵀᴱᴰ ᵈᵉᵉᵖˡʸ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉˢˢᵉˢ ᵒᶠ 𝗮𝗻 - 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 ᵍᵒᵘᵍᵉᵈ 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 ᵇᵉˡˡʸ , ᵀᴬᴷᴵᴺᴳ ʳᵒᵒᵗ ᴵᴺ ᵐᵉᵗᵃˡ 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍𝚜 & 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙴𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙹𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁. 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ᴬᴺᴰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᴸᴬᴺᴱᵀ ˢʰᵘᵈᵈᵉʳˢ 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ᶠᵒʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵖˢ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ ᵒᶠ ᴳᴱᴸᴵᴰ ᴹᴼᴼᴺᴸᴵᴳᴴᵀ. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗠 ˢᵉᵗᵗˡᵉ ᴵᴺ ᵗʰᵉ 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀 ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵃʳᵐᵒʳ. ᵍᵒᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵐᵉ , ᴵ ᴰᴼᴺᵀ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴷ ʷᵉ'ˡˡ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᴵᵀ ᵐᵘᶜʰ 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 .
* 𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙼 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙿𝚁𝙰𝚈 𝚃𝙾 ? 〝 WHAT? 〟 𝙸 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝙸 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚁𝚄𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙸𝙳-𝙿𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁. 〝 ˢʰᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡˡ ᵘᵖ . . . 〟 * 𝙰𝚉𝙽𝙰𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙱 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙿 𝚄𝚂. 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙼𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝚃𝙷 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳 .
[ 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝙼 𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴! ] * 𝙰𝙷, 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝚄𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙴. 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚄𝙽𝙲𝙻𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷. 〝 ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, ʸᵒᵘ 𝘴𝘰𝘯 ᵒᶠ ᵃ BITCH! 〟
[ 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁, 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃 ! 𝙾𝙷 --- 𝙾𝙷 𝙽𝙾 . . . ] ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏˢ ᴼᴾᴱᴺ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵀᴱᴿᴿᴵᴮᴸᴱ ʳᵒᵃʳ / 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐎 & ᵃ sleeping 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙿𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝙰 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚅𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚇 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳-𝙳𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝙴𝙱𝚁𝙸𝚂. 𝗔𝗕𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗪𝗔𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗙𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗦. [ 𝙰𝙳𝙰𝙼. 𝙷𝙴’𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴! ]
ONE YEAR AGO...
〝 ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵘᵇ ᶜⁱᵗʸ . . . ᵃᵐᵉʳⁱᶜᵃ . . . 𝙼𝚈 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁 𝚂𝚉𝙰𝚂𝚉 & ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁 ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ʰᵃˡᶠ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ 15 ʸᵉᵃʳˢ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 ᵖˡᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝. 𝗶'𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ LIVE ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ᵗᵒᵖ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗ 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ they ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ. ᴵ ʷᵃˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ trying ᵀᴼ CHANGE FATE! 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗬. 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᴱᴺᴰ ᵗʳᵃⁱˡˢ . . . ᴺᴼᵀ 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ʷᵃˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᴮᴱᴺᴱᴬᵀᴴ ᵒᵘʳ 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 ! ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ --- ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ —— oh my god. ʰᵉ’ˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ. ᴴᴱ ⁻ ᴴᴱ... 𝗛𝗘'𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 ᴴᴱᴿᴱ 𝘈𝘓𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘠. I’M TOO LATE. ᴵ ⁻ ᴵ... ᴵ’ᴹ ᵀᴼᴼ ᴸᴬᵀᴱ. 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗲𝘀. 〟 [STATIC]
𝗘𝗡𝗗 : 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘 . @gothmite
Fawcett is...
Guys this entire city looks like it came out of a “Find your Forever Home!” magazine.
Metropolis might have that “sunny, shiny, and happy!” aesthetic, but this place seems to genuinely radiate contentment.
It’s weird and I can’t wait to go home.
don’t you believe in evil? -- i believe in evil.
[ @gothmite ]
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬, COLLISION.
𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐 , and i am on trial for something i did not do. my wrists are RAW WITH VIOLENCE , & marked with the 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 - 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘴 and hatred for an innocent [wo]man. i can hear the muffled sounds of blurred - out sobs of a mob begging for my death. the judge begins to deliver a sentence i already know : “ VERDICT : 𝚠𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚢, 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜, 𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝙻𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝙳𝚊𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚛, 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚒 ——- ” i open my mouth to plead my innocence, but my voice is a 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳. THE RAINBOW HAS FOUND ME , and the world collapses in on itself. WELCOME TO THE MADNESS STREAM, next stop : [ ??? ]
DATE UNKNOWN. LOCATION UNKNOWN. IN THE DARKENED CONFINES OF A SLEEPING LAB, RAC SHADE FINDS HERSELF OUT OF TIME, OUT OF HER MIND,
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. THE SOFT WHIRRING OF A VELVET BLUR BLINKS INTO THE VAST EMPTINESS WITH A FAMILIARITY FOREIGN TO RAC, RED AND YELLOW, RED AND YELLOW, BECOMING UNDONE INTO THE FORM OF A MAN ABOUT TO RECEIVE THE SHOCK OF HIS LIFE.
AN ARMY OF GORILLAS, and a gang of old creeps busting my balls. what more do i need ? the to run away sinks in the pits of my stomach, the soles of my ragged - ran feet trailing FLAMES BEHIND ME. “WE’LL GIVE YOU A CALL,” what the hell does that mean ? i’m just as much apart of this team as the bat, why am i being treated like last week’s CHICKEN ROT PIE ? ❝ harry truman, doris day, RED CHINA ... JOE DIMAGGIO [...] WE DIDN’T START THE FIRE ! 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗,’ since the world’s been turnin.’ WE DIDN’T START THE FIRE! ❞
SHADE THE CHANGING WOMAN: EXCUSE ME, COULD YOU TELL ME WHERE EXACTLY I AM ?
❝ NO, … we didn’t light it, but we tried to —— - 𝑶𝑯, 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑻. ❞ 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢.
𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 .
@gothmite .