#rocketflail

[wandawillkill312]

@rocketflail

"H-Hi..." a nervous and nerdy male voice said, from behind.

[pharahamari]

          ❝   beauty will be convulsive, or will not be at all.   ❞                     -   andré breton. 

many   moons   ago,   that lunar beauty bore the calf of her loins. it danced in circles, twirled and accentuated curves in a manner befitting the most well-trained ballet dancer. put a dancer in a cage, watch her struggle and slip on the slick metal floors, revel in her humiliation and failing beauty. what will you be when you grow up: the voyeur, the dancer, or the cage? melt the bars that contain you and fly like a canary whose lungs aren’t truly filled with smoke, she thinks. let your wings blaze and burn until there is nothing but ashen skeleton, a reminder of your reckless bravery.   ❝   you look nice in the evening sun, brigitte. ever thought about modelling over mechanics? might suit you.   ❞

                    @rocketflail​,   with love. 

[blutraces]

        “  it really has been quite boring all this time without everyone around;  i would’ve gone a bit mad if it weren’t for winston!  ”

         [   @rocketflail​​​​      ❤ ‘d     for a starter !!   ]

[calamitiess]

@rocketflail​ liked for a starter

ashe   had   a   keen   eye   for   numerous   things,   from   diamonds   and   jewels,   to   designer   finery,   to   her   sights   being   just   off   center.   her   mama   had   always   said   a   woman   she’d   be   smart   in   her   senses,   able   to   perceive   before   they   spoke   or   made   a   judgment   call,   and   able   to   tell   when   something   was   distinctly   out   of   place   or   just   plain   interesting.   while   her   parents   had   made   a   mockery   of   her   emotional   upbringing,   they   hadn’t   of   her   social   or   academic   one,   yet   she   still   felt   dumb   as   a   box   of   rocks   as   she   knelt   at   the   side   of   her   brand   new   hover   cycle,   stared   at   the   steam   oozing   from   the   engine   area,   and   knew   that   she   didn’t   know   a   damn   thing   about   how   to   fix   it. 

it   was   a   new   model,   nothing   like   the   old   one   that   had   been   pilfered   from   her   clutches   awhile   ago,   but   that   doesn’t   stop   her   from   kicking   at   it   (lightly)   enough   to   cause   her   toe   to   ache,   and   a   grunt   of   aggravation   to   fall   betwixt   red   lips.   she   was   thinking,   naturally,   that   the   situation   couldn’t   possibly   get   much   worse when   the   sky   opened   up   and   the   southern   rain   drenched   her   faster   than   she   could   blink.   right,   she’d   asked   for   that. 

lithe   frame   leans   against   the   cycle,   and   she   sighs   almost   miserably,   looking   up   to   the   darkening   clouds   and   with   a   rather   beleaguered   tone   -   she   speaks.

                                        “ 𝐠𝐨𝐝,   𝐢𝐟   𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝   𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰   𝐦𝐞   𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞   𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩   𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭   𝐧𝐨𝐰,                                                                                               𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐝   𝐛𝐞   𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭.   ”  

her   only   answer   was   a   rumble   of   thunder.   fine   then,   she   was   atheist   anyway.