#torchies

[bluebeatle-gone]

❝ khaji-da says the room's bugged. ❞

@torchies : dialogue generator meme.

[muerteface]

🕷️       @torchies    ›    johnny liked . . .         for a starter!         ›    still accepting.     

gwen is lit from the inside out with her own embarrassment. there's a wound in her stomach, a black hole opening up and eating the sky alive ( peter had loved comic books so much : she wonders if the heroes had ever died in the stories he read . . . she wonders how much time she really has left, considering the trauma her body endures every night ). she leans on the frame of his door, still soaked from the rain outside. everything hurts, inside and out, and she doesn't know how to tell him that in a way that makes sense. her eyes burn. the pain between her shoulders is ruthless, like wings had been snipped from that pale place, like a part of her body had recently been stolen from her. " i'm sorry, " she says, voice a soft croak. " i didn't know where else to go. "

[ragedagainst]

@torchies : why not do this?

these days, jyn's bound by the fbi's rules and its bureaucracy. there's only so much she can do when operating in its strict boundaries ; with her freedom and independence strictly limited, bound tight with the threat of returning to wobani should she do anything wrong. once, she'd been someone who hadn't followed orders she'd disagreed with, who'd questioned her superiors and gotten away with it ; now, she hesitates. even if it gets the job done, she can't chance the possibility of it going wrong, leaving everything crashing down around her. " you can do whatever you want, " she replies finally, flatly. and, as much as she loathes to say it, she's stuck in a position where she can't say anything else, lest she risk her own future : " but i'll being doing this by the books. "

[lylarchive]

PROCESSING : // INTEL FROM @torchies { ❝ you can't give up, not when we're so close. ❞ }

𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 [ . . . ] 𝟑𝟗% { ( 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥=𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 ) ; }

△ complain 〇 ask about resiliency ▢ give up

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❝ that's ------- real easy for you to say ! ❞ it comes on a huff, the most delicate of creases between her brows. she doesn't sweat, but lyla knows that if she could, right now she absolutely would.

it's just always about the shoes. she looks down at them, the pretty point of her heels, and doesn't bother resisting her whine. ❝ i'm tired. we've been walking around forever, and don't get me wrong, love all the shopping going on --------- but don't you want to sit for a second ? is ysl going to close in the next 20 minutes ? ❞

[doctordonovan]

Send "Hold still…" for your muse/s to treat my muse/s wounds.

safe houses rarely live up to their names:  especially for those tasked with the monumental weight of running them.   for all her efforts,  for all the time building web of connections  -   she has never attempted to be more hero than simply useful connection.    ( she is better off alone,  tucked out of sight,   &&   yet people keep on finding her door,  knocking for help.  )    there's no way to balance tender heart and possibly say no,  so her role is one that's already been decided,  half geneticist half simple lighthouse in stormy night,  protecting passing ships from the storms trying to destroy them...

occasionally,  too often truly,  it is the wrong people that find their way  -  asking questions maeve would never answer.

❝ I promise,  I can handle this myself.  it's not my first punch @torchies. ❞   perhaps it was more reassuring in her head...  and perhaps she already regrets the words when sigh escapes lungs.  ❝ careful not to frown too long,  your face might get stuck like that. ❞

[rg4rz]

steve   doesn't   even   bother   glancing   over   his   shoulder   .   he   knew   what   he   would   see   there   ,   knew   cameras   would   try   to   catch   both   of   their   faces   ,   would   try   to   get   the   right   shot   to   headline   the   newspapers   tomorrow   .   they   always   did   .   they   did   it   to   johnny   .   they   did   it   to   him   .   especially   now   ,   that   the   season   was   coming   to   an   end   .   dirty   blond   shrugs   his   shoulders   ,   picking   away   at   the   rests   of   the   lunch   sitting   in   front   of   him   to   empty   the   plate   slowly   .   "   maybe   .   i   don't   know   if   anyone   remembers   .   anyone   but   us   ,   i   mean   .   "   corners   of   his   mouth   dance   up   in   half   a   smirk   at   the   memory   of   what   had   once   been   hot   and   romantic   for   all   of   a   few   hours   .   

it   was   odd   to   speak   about   it   so   freely   now   when   it   laid   in   the   past   by   such   a   long   time   .   when   steve   had   changed   .   his   whole   life   different   now   that   he   was   expecting   a   kid   and   had   a   girl   waiting   for   him   at   home   .   no   more   parties   ,   no   drunk   kisses   ,   of   foolish   loud   jokes   spoken   out   of   intoxication   .   gaze   finally   lifted   once   more   ,   almost   ashamed   to   say   what   falls   from   his   tongue   with   a   huff   .   "   olivia   will   have   me   by   the   throat   if   they   write   about   it   .   "   steve   tries   to   make   it   sound   as   a   joke   ,   tries   to   play   it   off   however   ,   he   knew   well   enough   the   rage   she   had   in   store   for   him   should   anything   of   the   sort   ever   make   the   news   .   

“   do   you   think   they   know   ?   “ @torchies

[shelassos]

❛   i’d  rather  live  in  a  world  full  of  white  noise  than  spend  a  moment  in  silence.   ❜

❛ I used to believe silence meant peace. ❜

Oh, warrior princess, you used to believe in so many things. Like that there was such a thing as good and evil, and that the former would defeat the latter. Now, Diana understands that we live in a sea of grey, that sometimes our enemies are our lovers and our lovers can stab through us with knives. And yes, she believed in silence, even when it taunted her. Even when she was on Paradise and yearned for noise, she believed that peace was hers to have and to keep and to deliver. ❛ That if there was silence, then surely, the war was over. ❜

( The war is never over. One war spawns hundreds more. )

She smiles, and perhaps it is the saddest expression to ever touch her face. ❛ But I, uh, fear now that silence is simply a false calm before the storm. Something that is not peaceful, but... cruel. ❜

[daldalerangtinteng]

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