#shinelite

[ircnwrought-a]

THE  BOYS   SEASON   ONE

❝ y…you’re a murderer. ❞   //    @shinelite​​  for  wanda  !!

__________✦        THAT    LOOK      IN      THE      OTHER’S      EYES        ...      she’s  seen  it  so  many  times  before.      the    judgement,      the    disappointment,      the    fear      ...        only  vought  had  promised  her  that  they  scrubbed  her  record        (      she    sold    her    soul    for    this    second    chance,      sold    every    ounce    of    dignity    she    had    left      )      but  now  her  past  is  splashed  across  the  nightly  news  as  the  latest  supe  expose  hits  the  press.        the    executives    rush    to    &&    fro,      frantically    calling    stations    to    pull    the    coverage.      no    one    notices    the    girl    standing    in    the    middle,      lost    as    her    world    begins    to    crumble    in    around    her.        ❛    i      ...      i  didn’t  mean  it.      i  couldn’t  control    this    back  then    &&    i      ...      it’s  not  who  i  am.      please    believe    me.    ❜

[josettesaltzman]

@shinelite​   said:   normally   people   who   die   stay   in   their   graves.

a     frown     tugged     down     on     her     lips     staring     off     at     the     person     walking     away     from     the     two     of     them.     ‘     yea,     you     would     think.     ’     a     sigh     as     she     shook     her     head.     ‘     but     in     this     town     death     doesn’t     always     manage     to     keep     people     away.     ’     turning     back     to     face     the     blonde.     ‘     it     takes     some     time     getting     used     to     it,     but     it     can     still     be     surprising.     ’

[failedcrown]

❛ I WAS WRONG, YOU know. ❜ Admitting that doesn’t come easy. It’s a sign of growth, of humanity maybe, that she’s being this vulnerable. Vulnerable for her, anyways. There’s not even a drink in her hand. She might fix that in a minute or two, but for now, her mouth is dry. She can hardly breathe, let alone muster the required strength to pour a drink and bring it to her lips. She is numb. Because she’s gone. Elena is gone. Not because Home.lander killed her or scared her away. Nope, Maeve did that all by herself. Elena had seen the real her, the her she had begged Maeve to be, and she’d decided she didn’t like it. She decided it was ugly. She decided it was bad. Maeve’s cried so goddamn much that the tears refuse to fall at this point. She’s just numb. She has nothing. And yet...

❛ About cutting people loose, I mean. Not that you took that advice anyways. ❜ Clearly, given that Annie is still running around with that twink like they’re in a romantic comedy. She glances at her now, and against all odds, there are finally tears in her eyes. ❛ But I was wrong. This life? Doesn’t mean a goddamn thing without the people you love. ❜ And now? Maeve has nothing. Is nothing. 

@shinelite​ (s.c.) 

[toshapeshift]

starter for @shinelite​​ !

 —    —  ❝ We’ve all been fucked by Vought in one way or another. ❞  she wasn’t about to plead with the famous starlight on why they needed to stick together, but at this point in the game, with supes like Homelander, the good supes had to stick together. raven was once picky with who she trusted and who she kept in her company. 

   but someone like starlight, or now -- annie, as she had made it public on instagram, who went on live to tell the truth about everything, had caught raven’s interest, and there was no getting off her radar. ❝ I’m not asking you to like me, or even trust me. I just need you to know we are in the same boat. ❞

[knowsvaluemoved]

@shinelite​ reported “ are you gonna keep looking at me like that or are you actually gonna kiss me? ”

sapphire   eyes   flicker   from   her   eyes   to   the   other’s   lips   before   red   lips   are   pressing   against   the   flesh   .   everything   in   peggy   is   telling   her   that   this   is   right   ,   that   this   is   what   she’s   suppose   to   be   doing   right   now   .   there’s   no   one   else   in   the   world   she   would   rather   be   kissing   right   now   .   hand   rests   against   annie’s   waist   ,   pulling   her   body   flush   against   her   .   the   press   of   their   bodies   together   makes   her   heart   warm   .

[knowsvaluemoved]

@shinelite​ reported ❝  come on,  come dance with me in the rain.  ❞

there’s   a   certain   innocence   that   annie   possess   that   the   captain   hasn’t   seen   in   a   person   in   a   long   time   so   when   the   super   asks   to   dance   with   her   in   the   rain   ,   peggy   can’t   deny   her   request   .   she   takes   a   hold   of   the   other’s   stretched   out   hand   and   lets   herself   be   pulled   out   into   the   downpour   .   hands   rest   on   annie’s   waist   ,   pulling   her   close   to   her   .   slowly   ,   they   start   to   sway   to   the   invisible   music   .   “   i   promise   to   always   dance   with   you   in   the   rain   .”

[desafia]

@shinelite​ sent: i want you to feel safe with me

             safety,  in general,  is often an illusion when applied to life overall.  it is often like an incomplete tapestry;  it only takes pulling on one loose thread for it all to unravel.  and,  like so,  it requires only one misstep for her own path to go horribly awry.  but that does not mean all things and people themselves hold danger.  and when the other woman speaks,  magnolia takes time to ponder the words. her gaze flickers over her annie’s features as her mind more closely examine’s her soul.  not that she has many doubts anymore.  ❝  i do,  ❞  she decides.  a small nod is given before she reaches for her notepad.  it takes a few moments before she turns it around for her companion to read the pristine handwriting  ❛  i don’t feel cautious of your heart.  ❜   but truthfully,  that has a way of adding to her worries.  anytime there is kindness in her life it is usually stripped away violently.  this causes her to write again more quickly.  ❛  i’m worried about you being safe around me.  ❜

[pyreshe]

❛ the less you know, the better. ❜

“ or, january, you could stop patronizing me. ” livvy informs, hands folded neatly on her lap and her eyes stormy and unforgiving. oh, how she hates being out of the loop. she knows how the rest of the world perceives her; candy-coated innocence and ignorance in shiny pastels and frilly dresses- more or less one of those miserable miss hero pageant girls with a wider audience. but surely annie wasn’t expecting her to be this blind or to happily remain that way, right?

the girl takes a sip of her water, eyes never leaving annie. there’s a petulant part of her that thinks that she could simply disregard whatever annie was talking about as probably not even that interesting. but one thing vought and her managers have never been able to get rid of is her insatiable curiosity- they’d tried.

“ ...it’s about the seven, isn’t it? ”

dark & angsty