#lyrates

[neonwebs]

The fact that both Lylas can drive but he can't

[metalsiren-a]

❛  we're  just  a  bunch  of  fuckin'  𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹𝘀 ! ❜  

@lyrates | [ 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 . ] | ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ - ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴛᴇᴄᴛꜱ

[mvncesa]

❝ i would say i outdid myself, but i'm always this good, so i simply did myself. ❞ @ rian !

Rian could not help the smile that curled at the corner of his lips. The confidence that Lyla exuded was amusing and almost infectious — He found it rather fun to simply observe her as she completed tasks and threw out little quips and snark. There was no question that she would be a bad influence, in one way or another, on him and he absolutely loved that. (Everyone around him would hate it, though).

"You didn't finally one up yourself or anything?" A curious question as head tilted to the side. "Or have you reached the very top of the best of your ability?"

[iobartach]

@lyrates

At the high pitched wail of his bedside alarm, he knows his day commences, a sound that pulls the trigger on a week that looked set to resemble the same fifty or so stints that preceded it. Going through the usual, well practised motions by rote memory, he is showered, fed & appropriately apparelled within record time, favouring getting a head start on the work scheduled for him rather than leaving his exit to the last minute.

With transport provided for by the company, a hover shuttle delivers him directly to the required floor's private air dock, feet never needing to trod upon the foyer's carpets whilst yet more time is saved by cutting out the needless preamble of front-desk pleasantries. With yet another chance at human interaction lost, he seeks out the increasingly isolating confines of the lab as he moves along a corridor, stopping only on the threshold to a door locked down by a card scanner.

Taking care of the lock with a wave of his identity card, the loosened catch emits an electronic beep as the seals disengage, metal pulling away to allow him inside. The sight that greets him runs entirely counter to his well-kept, groomed appearance; here, hundreds of various hardware and electronic cables greet each visitor, criss-crossing all over the floor to feed a wall stacked high by monitors of all shapes and sizes. Possessing no knack for technology, deferring instead to the technically minded genius of his younger brother, the elder O'Hara took one look at the pile of screens and turned away with haste, seeking, with some urgency, the comfort of science and lab testing -- where real, tangible progress was beginning to teem, which the male preferred.

Pulling up a stool, he puts his face to the viewer of a microscope, re-examining one of the various samples taken of work that showed true progress -- and potentially even commercial application further down the line, if he played his cards correctly. But, whilst dreams of future successes were growing in appeal to him, Miguel still had the small matter of contending with the present to deal with, thoughts that saw his mind consider checking up on the work that could eventually put him on the map, making his name to be just as historic as other prominent individuals in recent years. To this end, struck by a need to know, he pulls himself away from the microscope, making a beeline for his desk until...

A sight on the screen stops him cold, the usual Alchemax company login portal and logo replaced by something he could not distinguish or readily identify. Knowing only, as a cold chill crawled up his spine, reality daring to rush in and overwhelm him, that some sort of virus or malware had managed to infect his work station. A vitally important computer that, due to strict security policy, had seen practically all of his work and critical research documents be restricted and confined to such a trundling, hulking mass of degrading plastic, metal and steel.

Without it, he was nothing. Of no use to the company. He needed to do something, and quickly. So he decided to make a call, hitting the button on the communicator that sat on his desk for what he hoped was the helpdesk.

Not yet releasing that the line had already been compromised.

"Hello? Support? Need some assistance here, 46th floor. Yes, I'll hold."

For what else was he to do when the biggest project of his career was at sake.

[halfxspider]

❝ it’s really not that bad. ❞

reassurance starters / @lyrates

"And I intend to keep it that way." Those exact words were what he kept telling himself when he began to notice Gabriella's universe collapsing in on itself. He brushed it off and convinced himself it wasn't that bad, that it wouldn't get any worse, and that he could fix it later. He wasn't going to make that mistake again.

[movedtocahroline]

𖤐 ⸻ " i swear , some of these campers need a leash . " and by campers , she means most of the sunnyvalers. considering the amount of times she's had to get them to stop picking on shadysiders. especially ziggy berman . she pulls out one of the chairs and moves it next to the other girl's . " hey , wanna help me with lifeguarding this evening ? the other counselor bailed on me. "

@lyrates ♡'d for a starter!

[xsolastine]

“Why don’t you correct them? When people talk about you, and they’re wrong?”

first impressions starters

It's a comment that preaches to the choir, shedding light on opinions he had largely kept to himself. Gabe had already failed at changing hearts, a blunder so significant that it brought him feelings of apprehension just thinking about it. But changing minds, too? Set right wrong assumptions drawn about himself?

It was easier said than done.

"I'm... I'm tryin', you know?" With a hand rubbing at his neck, he fidgets with his goggles, weighing in with his thoughts. Airing out the fears that held him back. "But... what if they're right about me? If I'm just a-- A mouth breather, leaving no impact on this world?" Not at all like his brother, whose deeds had begun to infringe on more than just his dating life.

"I don't know what to do."

[sylkshe-a]

so i had to screenshot this , because I actually want to keep this in my inbox forever to look at when I'm sad & feeling like I'm not doing well. like , this really , genuinely just makes me :') yknow? even though i'm not like SUPER active , I'm still active & that is huGELY in part bc of you. you helped me & motivated me & i couldn't be more grateful for that. i love you so much <3 / @lyrates