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" let them say we're crazy , i don't care about that . " @starrstained sent 🎁
@starrstained sent: ❛ Most folks live and die without moving anything more than the dirt it takes to bury them. You get to change things. Save people. ❜
SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS / SEASONS 4 - 5
"I do not like the term ' save ' people." Matteo gently began in an almost pensive manner, lips pursed off to the side for a moment as he tried his best to formulate his thoughts, as well as best translate them into English. "I... help them. After all, I am no Superman, I am no hero. Just a man who has his own sins to bear, who is trying to do the right thing. Not for himself, no, sarebbe egoistico, but for others." He admitted, his thick Italian accent hugged tightly at every word that fell between his deeply spoken lips.
"I give answers, I... offer understanding. That is all I can do, all anyone can do. It is up to them whether or not to listen, to act upon what I have said, what guidance I have given. No, signora... I strongly believe that those people save themselves."
@starrstained said: you will put an end to all of this?
ALL OF THIS? ALL OF THIS IS A WORLD DIANA SHOULD HAVE SAVED YEARS AGO. all this war, all this chaos, it reeks of anguish. once, there was a pilot who believed diana could put an end to all this, that she could slay the head of the hydra before more spawned in its place, so to speak. it never happened. war kept coming and coming, stirring and stirring, the battle never really over even if the night was finished. she failed him, and she failed the world, and she failed herself.
❛ it is the duty of the amazon, to teach peace. to choose love. ❜ noticeably, she does not make a promise. she does not say, yes, i will end this, all of this, for you. honestly, she is so very tired of making promises she cannot keep.
Harlow's fingers are in her hair. They're resting, waiting, tempting. Sofia considers it. She is meticulous with it, with churning over the facts in her mind.
Harlow's fingers curl. Something breaks inside Sofia. Breaks so much that she could scream. ❛ Don't. ❜ Her words aren't unkind. But her voice, and her eyes, are.
@starrstained ) starters.
" not everyone deserves to live. " (girl talk xoxo)
To that, Eve replies, ❛ Oh? ❜ There's a breathlessness to her voice, thanks to dancing the night away under strobe lights and blaring music. Her eyes, wide and green, darken not from fear or disgust, but from curiosity. Fear would signify she is scared for her life, and disgust would imply she disapproves. Neither is the truth; not even close to it. Instead, she wants Harlow to continue, because she's hungry to know more.
It's a greed that takes shape in the way she reaches for Harlow's hip to squeeze its curve too hard. She doesn't think her friend will mind the hurt. Not really. In this moment, their limbs are a mess of golden atop Eve's bed, and others would be forgiven for hating them for how their sweat glistens on their skin rather than dampens it. Or for how the tangled mess of their blonde hair seems to add rather than subtract from their allure. But would others think the thoughts in the minds beneath the blonde are ugly?
Eve props herself up on her elbow and digs one purple nail into Harlow's skin. A tease, not a threat. ❛ First chance you got. Who would you take out? ❜ Does she have a list? Eve doesn't, not yet anyway, but she wonders if Harlow is different than her. More action oriented. Less consumed by fantasy. Time to find out.
' it's as easy as breathing. one foot and then the other. and don't overthink it. ' for kel
“dancing the way you dance cannot be that easy. i know how to move and have fun but this…i feel like i look ridiculous.” lokelani watched the way harlow moved and held herself and tried to replicate it. when she’d asked for the best way to flirt and be sexy on the dance floor, she hadn’t expected the masterclass in movement that she currently was.
“i look like i’m trying. i want to be effortless, i want to move like this naturally and not be so…rigid. more sexy and elegant. “
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peekin at 04 , car glovebox.
car answered here! let's see what's in her motorcycle bag <3
in a small bag: elastic hair ties, a spare set of silver hoop earrings, chapstick, and a pocket mirror. in her tailbag: a p32 & a box of full metal ammo, a balaclava (for under her helmet), a flashlight, miscellaneous wrenches, tire sealant, and two bungee cords to hold it all down.
a peek inside <accepting>
" shhh, come here… " for atlas or kel <33
atlas can’t help the sob that overcomes her. can’t remember the last time she had a nightmare this bad. her entire body is shaking, teeth clamping down so tightly on their bottom lip it draws blood. climbing into harlow’s arms, she allows herself to be held, to feel vulnerable. a hand climbs in between them and atlas claws at her own chest.
“hurts,” they gasp out. their bottom lip is bloody from their own teeth and a sob shakes their small form. behind her tightly closed eyes atlas can feel her scars throbbing as though knives were still being carved into her skin. breath hitching, atlas sobs and crumples against her girlfriend; the only words being spoken are indistinguishable between sobs as atlas grounds herself in harlow’s arms.
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