beat god; become him.

hush, my sweet. these tornadoes are for you. sᴇᴍɪ ʜɪᴀᴛᴜs.

[windwhxstling-blog]

neat, so for the moment i moved gale to a mutichara if u happen to miss seeing gale being a total asshole on the dash 

[becomeundone]

[mexicanist-deactivated20151125]

Hurricane nearly 1,250 miles wide on the surface of Saturn.

-Via NASA

[windwhxstling-blog]

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[rafikecoyote]

Will. There you are. And Dr. Lecter. What a surprise.

[wiredscoundrels-deactivated2015]

     she closes the clasp at the top of her bag. her (fake as hell) smile of (fake as hell) gratitude lingers for a moment longer before she nods, followed by something of a shrug.

   ”Very true, unfortunately. Thank you for not running off with it, though.”

[windwhxstling-blog]

and he returns a glittering (also fake as all hell) grin before nodding at her; hand outstretched. he gets the sense of a clever, ambitious woman here. someone who's used their wits to their advantage. gale's favorite kind of people, let the record show.      

           ' Of course. Us untrustworthy folks have to stick together, don't they.             Jonathan Marlowe. '

[enchantedadieu]

Ruth Wilson and Idris Elba, winner of Man of the Year, attend the Harper’s Bazaar Women of the Year awards, 11/5

[ludibriumx]

  True. But y’still love me anyway, ain’t that right.

   [ he presses a kiss to her temple, clicking his tongue one more time for good measure. ] 

There’s still a few more shows before it comes to a close, if y’wanna see one. 

[windwhxstling-blog]

Just like y'love me and my rotten self, of course.

     ( a sickeningly sweet smile. but only for him. )

I definitely wanna see one. 'M proud of ya.

[aplacethatdoesntknowmyname]

Idris Elba & Naomie Harris @ Toronto International Film Festival

[jensackles-blog]

Emmy Rossum [7/?]

[kissthefuture]

I defer to the passion of my esteemed colleague

[claretbound-deactivated20140919]

windwhxstling

[Drapes herself dramatically on his couch.]

Well, well, well.

Look who it is. Back from the dead and looking great.

[windwhxstling-blog]

( he gives a delighted, little smile in her direction. she knows how he feels about dramatics. )

I thought a vacation was in order. And here I am, looking as handsome as ever. How are you, Miss Miller.

[castingdark-blog]

there were plenty of things isolde wanted to tell them. but most of them were explicit things that he could do to himself in a variety of languages that he had taught her.

like a good little girl, she’ll keep her mouth shut for now. but like a vicious creature, she stands with her spine straight and her shoulders back. no matter how much the sound of his laughter seemed to unnerve her, she would refuse to take a step back. she reminds herself that this is the person that raised her, that taught her wrong from wrong and wrong and the least bit of right. he taught her sense, he loved her.

the fact that she felt the urge to spring forward and choke the life from him terrified her just as much.

"No one did. Don’t take it personally."

she doesn’t turn to see what had fallen. too nervous to turn her back to him, not trusting what would happen if she did. isolde had no real idea if gale would never hurt her and without that sense of clarity; she felt her fists curling against her palms at her sides.

"Gale. Stop. I left to protect Regret. I had to. Why did you go? Everything was — so fucked up, and you just stayed gone.”

the bitter tone to her voice does well to cover up the glazing of her eyes. in this moment, gale was every other man. in this moment, she would not cry in front of him.

[windwhxstling-blog]

his presence seems to grow more overbearing as this encounter goes on. his spine is just as straight as hers, gaze just as chilling; thin lips pulled into a taunt line. as if he can't believe this. and he can't. he's almost offended. close but no cigar.

     ' And I gave no one a warning of my absence. Why should you be entitled to one, if no one else was. Two way street, is it not. ' 

his hands are still in his pockets. things are still falling from the shelves. and for a moment, something about him seems to dissipate entirely.

          ' Am I not allowed to take care of myself. You do not---think things are fucked up for me. I wasn't gone long. I could have been gone longer. Did I not pop in on you several times. Did I not. Leave things. So you knew I was coming back. Do you think after all of this time. I would abandon you now. '

it's a serious question. but deep down, he knows his allegiance is to no one but himself.

[poenitire-blog]

[It’s strange. The way they go around each other, circuitous but always somehow leading back. A kind of strange loyalty, mostly along the lines of shared hatred (see: celestial beings) and shared understanding. God knows where they’re going to go from here.

Regret stands. Keeps smoking, at ease with the situation despite the rampant destruction and debris surrounding him.]

That’s how I’d think of it. Practice makes perfect.

[A quiet echo. Of course it’s an echo.

He sighs a little. Breathes out smoke.]

Not half bad. Some struggles with Isolde’s past creating a few issues and with some of my - proclivities, but nothing drastic.

[windwhxstling-blog]

( if there's a god, they'd better get to intervening wherever these two are going. it can't be a good place. not with this sort of disturbing codependency. it's already too much and too dangerous. 

      and gale has taken to pilfering through the belongings of some corpses and some not so dead but grievously injured individuals. he seems very bored with it all. )

Of course it does. And we've got all the time in the world to practice.

        ( gale stands back to his full height, tucking a few bill folds into the pockets of his coat. giving an absentminded pat a moment later. )

Ah. Sounds. Enthralling. 

[wiredscoundrels-deactivated2015]

"Thank you. It certainly would not be good. They are so hard to track down if lost."

  she rarely ever keeps over a hundred fifty on her, most of her money is spread out in various bank accounts in various countries. thank god she doesn’t keep all her ids in her wallet, though. she reaches out to take it, before placing it back in her purse. 

[windwhxstling-blog]

he didn't see the point in looking through the wallet. he figured that a smart person wouldn't be walking around with a bunch of cash. what does it even matter to him? a nonhuman being who's richer than god. but he smiles, giving a bit of a nod. call it his repentance for the destruction of a small midwestern town. those tornadoes, man. 

        ' People just aren't trust worthy. '

[petequilling]