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[ncrosha]

telekine replied to your post “[text] You suck dick?”

[ text : Golden Boy ] It's a question because I am in need and you're very talented

[ txt -> hellion ] You gonna return the favor?

[ncrosha]

@telekine

Why did they put him in the ground.

Why did they put him in the ground in the ground in the ground why in the ground why knowing what he could do knowing what he can done has done why would they bury him why why why why why why

Elixir comes to life in a cramped box six feet under ground. Desperately claws his way to freedom -- he thinks, maybe, he dies again in the attempt. Lungs bereft of oxygen, the limited air runs out before he can break the surface - but he’s moving again. Furiously clawing his way to freedom with bare hands, human hands, and in doing so he forgets all he was and all he should be.

A hand breaks through the dirt. Josh furiously claws against the ground, dragging himself free - coughing and spluttering dirt onto the ground. Snow has started to fall, and as he collapses and rolls onto his back, the weeping wounds on his hands heal and he finds himself faced with moonlight.

For a moment, he is whole and gold. Pure, glittering, bright - happy to be alive and to be drawing breath right now. He inhales deeply, relishing the feeling of air in his lungs, of being out, of being alive.

And then it all comes back in a rush. It fractures. He’s lead. Cold fury and disgust, fear congealing into hatred and a demand to destroy, to kill, two cups. Once balancing the other. There is death all around him and underneath him, and it is all at once overwhelming. Where his powers were once small, simple, healing what amounted to scrapes in the grand scheme of the cosmos. The dead revive and he grants them the capacity to crawl their own way out without suffocating. The strong will get out first, help the weak.

He can fix them.

And can do more.

This is what plays out across police radios in the early hours of the morning. A mutant stumbling through Queens, bare-foot and iron skinned, looking disoriented and failing to respond to anyone who calls to him. In his wake he sick become well, the boy is gold and thinking of a lifetime with friends. The healthy collapse, the boy is lead, there are bodies every time he closes his eyes.

The world doesn’t make sense. Thoughts keep crashing together, he can’t hold on to anything.

This is how he is found. Dripping with mud, lead and gold playing out a war over his skin. The worst of it has abated. Josh can feel himself amidst the instinctual war playing out -- and that’s what stops it. That’s what stops him from raising everything underneath his feet and killing everything else. 

He has no idea where he is when he finally comes to.

But across town, four dozen mutants scramble to call parents to revoke obituaries. And Joshua Foley lifts his eyes to a familiar face, uncomprehending at first, and then...

“Julian...?” A cough, raw and painful. Dirt hits the ground and he feels his body healing around the damage it incurs bringing it up. He blinks blank, white eyes up at him, struggling to focus and make sense of what should be simple.

“Ugh... What happened to your hands?”

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👍 because bickering and begrudging respect are my favorite

              [ ➀ @telekine ➁ writing positivity meme ➂ i love all of you so much wtf!!! ]

     SAME THOUGH I LOVE IT

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                                  [ ➀ @telekine ➁ attraction meme ➂ accepting ! ]

Aesthetic Attraction:       ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤  ❤ ♡

Intellectual Attraction:    ❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡  ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Sexual Attraction:          ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ♡

Personal Attraction:       ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

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Get to know the people in my muse’s life | @telekine

😒  someone my muse hates.

Teddy doesn’t hate a lot of people – he dislikes people, but rarely uses the word ‘hate’ – however, one of the few people he does hate is Loki for lying to the team and for what he did to Billy.

[metallicminx]

“Julian? What are you doing over there?”

@telekine

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nonsexual acts of intimacy - always accepting tbh my fave ♥♟:Patching up a wound

      “Stay still” A huff past lips stained an icy blue and the faint smell ofcrimson taints her senses. Emma had an advantage when it came to being on thefield, her ability turning to solid organic diamond coming in handy in essentially all situations. Othersaround her however weren't so lucky and she’d paid the price a number of times. An irritable mutter was caught under her breath atthe boys rather deep gash “You’re lucky I'm not drenched in blood Mr. Keller. These are two hundreddollar Italian cashmere Kiki de Montparnasse stockings and I’d like to avoid ruining them with bodily fluids.” Fingers deftly fiddle with a ratherlarge piece of shrapnel, raising her palm flat before he even gets the chanceto speak as she indicates there wasno room for argument, only the removal of the newest additions to his skin.

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telekine replied to your post “Wow, fuck being nice.”

"What about that cherry stem trick?"

“A lady doesn’t reveal trade secrets, darling”