ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ʙᴏʏ.

now you see me, now you don't. don't ask me where i'm at 'cause i'm a MILLION miles away. treated like a forbidden heel; don't say my thoughts are not for real or you won't see me again. am i here or am i there or am i playing on the stairs? am i in my room with my toys? i am the DISAPPEARING boy.

[wnq-writers]

You are magic. Don’t ever apologize for the fire in you.

(via zctanna)

[vectorae-blog]

[vectorae-blog]

❛ -                                                             - we are all ordinary. we are all boring. we are all spectacular. we are all shy. we are all bold. we are all HEROES. we are all helpless. it just depends on the day.

[brock-eddie]

[vectorae-blog]

Will you make this disappear? I wanna know what it feels like.

[urscs-deactivated20151217]

[vectorae-blog]

                   i saw a bear in the den reading my textbooks again ——– bats flowed like traffic as they poured from the attic ; heaven knows  I COULD REALLY USE A FRIEND !  i’d rather waltz than just walk through the forest ; the trees keep the tempo & they sway in time. quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. if i was to pluck on your heartstrings, would you strum on mine ?

[kingdollophead]

[sylarclaus-blog]

“        they have their mother’s eyes.”

[praesaga-deactivated20180109]

[vectorae-blog]

sending signals down to the gravity of shins. warmth licking the roots of tree-dirt. think the bellrope of your childhood’s swing. think a bath where petals of chamomile swim like albino fish. i will sieve the cold scent of this water through my knuckles. now, the rinse of vinegar   &   honey raging its cinnamon-colored foam. a battalion of bubbles; their kamikaze crash. you say smoke never washes off. not for weeks. look how easily it climbs up the totem pole of my fingers. look how it cleans itself to camphor. look how quickly it undresses   &   disappears. i stretch the tarpaulin of the towel over the garden i have just watered. your hair now clean of its past. to flood the sag of your shallow dreams. to erode your nightmares. to give you the gift of a quiet head. to hold it again   &   again in the lullaby of my hands.

[vectorae-blog]

“You’re hurt.”

& | LITTLE PROMPTS.

          ❝ i’ll be fine. ❞ it was that defense mechanism of his that clicked as if it had a life of it’s own, protecting him from those he truly didn’t need to be protected against. his kind were hunted and frowned upon; who knew who could be trusted nowadays. but, the pain on his side isn’t subsiding. it’s what happens when you get shot; the bullet isn’t meant to be your friend. thankfully, it only grazed him as he teleported out of there; to somewhere safe. he can’t let his face show the truth; that he was scared and worried. that he would never truly be safe on his own again. 

[vectorae-blog]

' is this yours? '

& | LITTLE PROMPTS. 

      he’s frozen in place; not really sure how to react to the male in his presense. he was experimenting with his abilities; honing them and attempt to learn something he might not know. of course, how does one truly learn what they don’t know if they don’t know what they are learning? nevertheless, he hadn’t expected to see the small ball again so quickly. it was a mini game of hide and seek for him; only this time, someone else found it. 

                        ❝ -              - uh, yeah, it is... thanks. ❞

[vectorae-blog]

       he knows what he saw, but he won’t comment. not right now, at least. things don’t move like that on their own accord. he, of all people, should know; his own ability to moving between space with a blink of an eye should be improbable; if not impossible, but here he was. nevertheless, his eyes keep off of the area the blast came from, not sure if he should stick around in hopes of finding someone like him, or leaving them to their own vices.                  but, of course, things never happen as they should as he’s stumbled backwards; landing with a plop as the trash can he fell into tumbles onto the ground. if his fall didn’t make enough sound, the metal crashing would. ❝ -                - SHIT ! ❞

[mindclover]

little prompts.

“Is this yours?”

“….It’s not the right colour for you.”

“You’re kidding, right? That cost money!”

“What this supposed to be? An apology?”

“You look- er- fine.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Atleast smoke outdoors!”

“Do you need some wine? You need some wine.”

“You need some help there?”

“Open up~”

“I can do it myself!”

“I’m not staying, don’t worry.”

“…It was raining. Your door was closer.”

“He/She/They was an ass. You’re better off without.”

“You didn’t deserve that.”

“You look like hell.”

“When did you last sleep?”

“Don’t be a baby about it.”

“Just drink this and be quiet.”

“This is your own fault.”

“If you stopped drinking so much this wouldn’t happen.”

“Are you bleeding?”

“Is that a bruise? Where did you get this?”

“You’re hurt.”

“I worry, you know?”

[vectorae-blog]

[vectorae-blog]

❛ -                                                             - we are all ordinary. we are all boring. we are all spectacular. we are all shy. we are all bold. we are all HEROES. we are all helpless. it just depends on the day.

[vectorae-blog]

         for a SIXTEEN year old, it seemed as if the weight of the entire world rested upon his shoulders; in truth, all that did were two piles of homework from the three sick days he’s recently taken. amusement was not a feature to be displayed on this day; fingers digging into the recesses of his eyes as a yawn escapes. he could use a latte right about now.

                         he isn’t SUPPOSED to use his abilities out in the open; not while things are as they are right now, but he’s tempted. those digits itching to contact skin and allow him the freedom he deserves. he doesn’t, for the sake of his mother’s safety. for his friend’s, for all those he cares about that could be affected by his recklessness. instead, he allows himself to walk toward the cafe, a sigh escaping his lips.                                   as he reaches it’s doors, footsteps are heard. faint, but true; turning around to see someone approaching. defense takes over as his head moves downward, opening the door for the other. ❝ sorry... ❞

[vectorae-blog]

&  -            - time for a STARTER CALL !

[kirayukimura]

[vectorae-blog]

Tommy Clarke in every episode ♡ 1x06 - Game Over

I’m supposed to save the world. I know, it sounds crazy, but this guy who’s been sending me texts– my “protector” or whatever– when I went to the hospital to see my mom, he was there. He told me that it was my destiny, like it’s been some big plan or something. Look, all I know is, I’m not the hero they want me to be.

[michaelcera]

I don’t know. I don’t know where any of it goes.

[dominicwrites]

[vectorae-blog]

dominicwrites:

POWERLISTING, a series of posts to help you decide what superpower is right for your character, or simply just to give you ideas of what you want in case your mind is blank (with links included for a more in-depth approach).

T E L E P O R T A T I O N (teh-leh-por-TAY-shun)

Definition: The power to be able to travel to different places, planes, or dimensions instantaneously without physically occupying the space in between point A and point B.

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