#skunkbrat

[xmarksthescott]

the  boys  sentence  starters / accepting @skunkbrat​: “sometimes you get further with people by treating them like people.”

HE KNOWS HOW HE IS. ever since he was a kid he’s known he sees the world differently than his friends, too serious to let loose, too duty-bound to allow free time. but what choice does he have when every misstep could get someone killed under his watch? it’s easier to be disliked than be responsible for the death of those he holds dear. 

rogue has a unique position, someone who understands him in a way no one else does. what it’s like to have uncontrollable power that could kill in a second’s notice. he remembers their conversation by the sunset when they first realized this commonality, how good it felt to have someone actually understand that part of his life. she’d earned his eternal trust then --and twice over after her work on utopia, calling him out when he needed to be grounded. she’s good at that --it’s why they work so well together.

and here she is again, calling him out on snapping at her friend. but does he regret it? perhaps the momentary rudeness of it all (he’s always let his work get to him), but the message remained the same. being popular was never his concern --bringing his team home was. 

he sighs, centering himself a little. ❛  i know he’s your friend and i respect that but i’m not letting wade wilson anywhere near this school. he’s reckless, he’s a danger to my team and my students. i trust your judgment --you know that-- but i don’t have time to deal with loose cannons. ❜

[unvince]

❝   𝐈'𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄.   ❞      when confined to the ground,   a corned bird will freeze:   mark figures he looks about the same,   hunched over in an alleyway,   taking a moment to even out the ache in his lungs.   [ he thinks he prefers country side missions:   trees are harder to fly into than office buildings.   they hurt more,   too,   recalling several hours spent picking glass out from under his skin. ]   there’s an exasperated laugh that falls from his lips,   though,   as hands pull away from tattered clothes where a bullet ricochet off muscle and his gaze angles toward the alley opening.      ❝   turns out i’m very hard to kill,   though.   ❞

@skunkbrat:   song lyric starter call.   accepting.   hard to kill   ,   by bleached.

[shesibylline]

“ The wedding was LOVELY dear, I’m so happy for you. You looked absolutely beautiful in your dress. ”

for @skunkbrat​ bc i’m the so i can do what i want. 

[lebaeu]

❛   ah’ll  tell  you  when  you  tell  me  about  all  that  shifty  stuff  you  do.   ❜

          ❛   𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄 ...— 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍' 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃, 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑?   ❜   he speaks with a lilt of the tongue, but his heart splinters.  they’ve been through so much together — have reached the end of the world, and beyond it.  but it’s moments like this that make remy feel like any sense of certainty their relationship might have had is ready to shatter like a glass house hit by a stone.  he’s no good, he knows that.  he’d even gone by the moniker death, at one point — but she had always made him feel like he was more than his past.  she could see the man he so desperately wanted to be, a man deserving of her love.  now, though, doubt spreads like a virus underneath his skin, ugly and painful.  it’s all he can do to hide the hurt in his voice.     ❛   i got nothin’ to hide from you.  one day, i hope y’can believe dat.    ❜

[brutlist-archive]

     𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 , 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦     ---     𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 , 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 . it’s a little awkward .     “     i , uh . i honestly don’t know what to tell you , darlin’ .     “ 

@skunkbrat​ // sc