epilogue.

isla ramsey. twenty. powers - six years eptp - six months

[emerie-ducain-blog]

“Yeah I dunno. I just never really was a film person, I guess. Didn’t have a TV and the one at the bar was always on football, so.” She let out a light shrug, unconcerned with her lack of popular culture knowledge. She’d learn it eventually. And, really, Americans were obsessed with all of that. It was certainly a change in attitude, so much so that Emerie tilted her head curiously at the other girl, a sly smile spreading across her lips at the underlying challenge. “Noted,” she said, nodding in affirmation and peaked curiousness. “Won’t swipe the watch, got it.”

[wordweaverisla-blog]

“Right, everyone from ‘across the pond’ seems obsessed with…football - so I’m sure it’s on almost anywhere and everywhere you look.” It was odd, referring to soccer as football even though Isla was well aware that was the case over in England and many other areas of the world, her mind much quicker to associate football with the American style.

Not liking the change of expression on the other Super’s face, Isla frowned as she made a note to always keep a good eye on her father’s watch. She couldn’t exactly do anything ‘scary’ powerwise to pose an obvious threat to anyone wanting to swipe it for any reason but if it were to happen, she was achieved enough to know how to make scary things occur with her ablities if she read up just the right thing. It wasn’t even valuable, or even working properly, but she would fight for it as if it were the most priceless artifact. “It’s not even mine. It was my Dad’s." That wasn't exactly a threat or a warning against messing with it but the look that answered Emerie's sly expression probably was.

[moonandtldes-blog]

It took him a few seconds for Sean to fully register the first joke. As soon as he did, the brightest grin found its way on his face and he shook the girl’s hand with a look of amazement. No one ever replied to his lame puns with puns of their own. As far as he was concerned, he’d just met a gold mine. 

“Isla,” he repeated, nodding to himself; he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be forgetting the name. “Yep, def–” he began to reply before stopping in his tracks, looking at the girl curiously, unaware of what was coming. 

It was a booming, unrestrained laugh that left his lips at her next words. A hand over his stomach, it took him a few seconds to regain his composure. “You just dove right in there, didn’t you?” He shook his head, letting out a small chuckle. “But I am, yeah. A young, fresh newbie.” He shot her a grin, before a thought turned his smile into a frown. “I guess the age thing depends on the person, but–” he shrugged, “beside the point. I take it you’ve been here for a while?” 

[wordweaverisla-blog]

Isla watched as Sean laughed, a grin on her lips as she mentally patted herself on the back for that one. She wasn’t a Ravenclaw for nothing - her wit always delivering quick, clever and sharp humor. Wit beyond measure, (wo)man’s greatest treasure. “I really went for a splash there. High dive right off the top board.” A light laugh passing through her lips, her pose was relaxed, one hand pushing up the bottom of the sweater she wore to stick in her front pocket as three fingers of the other held the book she had been reading as she scoured for a snack, her space saved for now.

She responded to his grin with a small one of her own before as he went on a front tooth caught just the barest edge of her bottom lip and held. “I uh - yeah, a while I guess.” Isla answered at first, with a slow nod. It never felt long if she didn’t dwell on it. “But, like you said about age I suppose that’s relative as well. To a fresh newbie I probably seem like a fossil but to those who have been here since the inception I’m..a bit late to the party. Just, still in time enough to have avoided the eventual watered down punch and double dunked crumbs littered dip.”

[wordsnquotes]

Control yourself…Become someone who can deal with this.

Brandon Sanderson, The Emperor’s Soul (via wordsnquotes)

[eagleevan-blog]

“Do you have any idea how to make actual decent coffee? Because I uh, can’t seem to figure it out. This tastes terrible.”

[wordweaverisla-blog]

In the process of pouring the last of the tea she had brewed into her nearly empty mug, Isla took a quick peek up at the speaker before looking back to the task at hand to ensure she didn’t cause a distracted overflow. “Uhh - coffee, no. I’m more of a tea drinker so I never bothered learning. I do know someone who could tell you how to make a fantastic cup of coffee but…I promised not to spill their secrets so I dunno..”

[dan-fitzpatrick]

“Eugh, it’s still bad even if you know it’s coming, but as long as we can agree on chocolate, it’s enough of a pass.” Dan looked contemplative for a moment, but leaned in conspiratorially shortly after. “Hey, if you can keep a secret, I have, like, boxes of biscuits stashed in my room. Just knock if you ever want one - but don’t tell the others. I’m not wiling to get super-jumped over them, yeah?”

[wordweaverisla-blog]

“Think of it this way, better raisins than say..prunes, right?” Isla reasoned with a laugh. Head tilting slighty as he leaned in, Isla quickly mimicked zipping her lips when he said if she could keep a secret before waiting to see just what this secret was. Head not having to tilt, her expression took on a quizzical look to rely her momentary confusion. Biscuits…she hadn’t detected a British accent… Although, now that she thought about it, he definitely had an accent of some sort and despite her occasional love of the British culture, her well-read mind reminded her that England was far from the only place that used the term biscuits for things like cookies and the sort. “Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” Isla confirmed she would keep it a secret in her own little way before she studied him for a minute. “You aren’t from around here, are you?” It was a dumb and not really hard to decipher question but Isla felt like it left it open for the other Super to reveal where he was from without her having to point blank ask. She herself knew how annoying questions like that could get if asked fairly often. “Were you in the States before or are you here just for the Tower? If so, I imagine it must be rough to be here so far from home dealing with all of this.” Her voice held a hint sympathy, knowing what it was like to leave home to come here even if her home was just a few hours plane ride away.

[greatresponsibility-a]

“He really is the actor of a generation. Constantly slight- ed. Usually too good for the  Oscars, if we’re being honest. It’s good that the Academy  finally came to their senses.”

[wordweaverisla-blog]

“I feel like there’s quite a large amount of things way too good for what the Oscars has become over the years. Not so sure the Academy is as sparkly and prestigious anymore as they like to think they are, it’s all become a joke honestly. What about you though, do you have a favorite Leo movie?”

[wordsnquotes]

When you read a book, the neurons in your brain fire overtime, deciding what the characters are wearing, how they’re standing, and what it feels like the first time they kiss. No one shows you. The words make suggestions. Your brain paints the pictures.

Meg Rosoff (via wordsnquotes)

[wordweaverisla-blog]

magnitudezia:

Eyes wide and her attention completely locked on Isla as she went on with her admission, Zia’s smile dwindled away slowly. Isla seemed almost immediately uncomfortable that Zia had even spoken like that, and Zia felt a pool of guilt drain into her stomach for she had misjudged the other girl dead away. It just seemed like everyone she’d met loved their powers, their crafted names, and everything that came along with the hero package. Life seemed 10000x better for everyone who had their names out there, but Zia could see the partial distress of Isla’s time here  her. “I’m….” she started off apologizing, standing and moving closer to Isla to bridge the space of their conversation. “I’m so sorry…I…I didn’t mean to…” Stereotype? Judge? She shook her head and looked down at the pattern of the crisp shine of the tile on the ground. It was ridiculous how much Zia could relate. Hell, this entire time she hadn’t even mentioned her own little Super alias. With a toss of her hair she looked back up at Isla. Zia was an open person, yes, and while her story was grossly similar to Isla this was Isla’s moment. She’d open up to Zia and not only did Zia appreciate her doing that, she appreciated that from the first word she’d spoken to Z, Isla was human. Absolutely real  with her situation. Working that smile back on she dropped her hand over on Isla’s shoulder.  “If it means anything much? Even if we’ve just met, I think i’d like to know who Isla Ramsey is. At least, before I hear all about Epilogue–which is actually a pretty neat alias by the way. I don’t know…I get this feeling that Isla Ramsey might be a bit cooler?”  Zia tried to joke in, borrowing from Isla’s noticeable tendency to do so.

“No, no - it’s okay.” Isla was quick to turn down Zia’s apology, not wanting the other to feel bad at the feelings their conversation had drudged up inside of Isla. Those flared up on their own quite often for anyone to ever have the blame besides Isla herself. She was the one letting it all rest under the rug instead of dragging it out into the open so any and all repercussions of that were solely on her. “What’s a good “superhero” without a little deception and risk of everything around them turning into complete anarchy, right?” Laughing lightly, she airquoted around the term as it was one she wasn’t really able to identify herself with in her eyes. Hero (sidekick more than likely) in training maybe but Isla Ramsey was no quote unquote save the day super action hero. She would probably look pretty great in a future Mattel replicated suit and pose though.

Eyes dropping to the hand on her shoulder, the comfort - solidarity, even maybe? - of the gesture was far more appreciated than Zia probably realized. It wasn’t that Isla felt ALONE there or anything, or as if she didn’t ‘belong’ but it was often times hard to be around her fellow trainees that were loud and proud of being a Super. Which, they had every right to be. Isla held no ill feelings towards a single person in the Tower. It was just..nice not to worry about having a boast worthy achievement or a falsified ever present excitement and openess about her abilities. She was excited, yes. But somedays Isla preferred to pretend things were different. Something she had a right to as well, right? She was making strides, she wasn’t an outstanding star but she was shaping up to be something at leas–Zia was talking.

Genuine laughter following Zia’s words, Isla felt her face crease into a smile. “You know, I bet my sister would beg to differ and lay out color coded chronologically evidence as to why with footnotes here and there of the ‘rare world existence threatening’ occasions I was if she were here buuuuutttt…” The smile remained on her face yet Isla did feel a twinge of homesickness (sister sickness?) at her forming words. “…She’s not here, I’ll allow you to believe that and even tell you have I MUST be the coolest person in all documented existence because I did partake in about…sixty three spelling bees in my life. Got all the trophies, ribbons, decent college fund and small social circle to prove it!“ Laughing again, Isla shook her head. Maybe it was too early to tell for sure but she felt like the girl in front of her was going to turn out to be pretty great company. “What about you?” It was an incredibly vague and open ended question but Isla knew that whatever Zia answered with would be whatever she most wanted to share and that kind of knowledge was Isla’s favorite to know about a person.

[dan-fitzpatrick]

“Depends on the cookies if I’m being honest. I only willfully ignore evil if there are chocolate chips involved. If it’s raisins - you’re totally busted.”

[wordweaverisla-blog]

“If I ever try passing off raisin cookies as chocolate chips you won’t ever have to worry about turning me in because I would bust myself. If I know I’m biting into a raisin cookie, everything is good. But if I think it’s chocolate chip and it’s a bite of raisin in my mouth, there’s nothing worse. I’m not even the biggest fan of chocolate myself but I like it in moderation and ooey gooey soft chocolate chip cookies definitely make the cut.” 

[music-and-quotes]

And I have been haunted by these things I still have left to say.

Seether, Here and Now (via music-and-quotes)

[wordweaverisla-blog]

Isla ✉ Z.

Zia: you were up at four am last night

Zia: watching pokemon?

Isla: Yes.

Isla: I'm all caught up on Pingu.

Isla: But not the point here, Matthews.

Isla: And how does Misty think this ten year old runt is going to pay her back for her bike anytime soon like

Isla: You know where he's from, you know where he's going sit the hell down, Red.

[wordweaverisla-blog]

dan-fitzpatrick:

“It would - unless you were playing the long game here, and trying to convince me that you’re not a villain by admitting you are a villain and throwing suspicion off yourself. Don’t think you can get away that easily.”

“What about I just offer you a batch of fresh cookies and a high up position in the new world order be it chaotic or good? Would you look the other way on any potential wrongdoing that may or may not go down?”

[poems-and-words]

[wordweaverisla-blog]

Isla ✉ Z.

Isla: I was awake at four am last night and now after a series of events I've found myself questioning very important life knowledge all day today.

Isla: It's really rather crucial thinking.

Isla: Do they really expect me to pretend Gary Oak is ten and did I honestly once accept it????

Isla: Also how does Team Rocket survive blasting off at the speed of light into the sky until vanishing in a star-like twinkle

Isla: ?????????

[iainalastairwinsley-blog]

“True, can’t argue with that logic. But it all depends what your end goal is, y’know? Like, are you going for a ‘benevolent ruler who happened across this kind of power’ vibe, or something more intense? Do you want a dynasty, or just people fondly remembering your name? Planning is key to a successful world take-over.”

[wordweaverisla-blog]

“Maybe a mixture of the two? A dynasty could end up a good thing where people still remember me fondly. I think I would make a pretty chill ruler but I wouldn’t hesitant to ‘off with their heads’ someone if they rightfully deserved it. Of course it would probably be a little less actual 'off with their heads’ but a worthy punishment nevertheless. Honestly, I would just be trying to make it legal to own penguins as pets if you prove yourself capable. And maybe making Shamrock Shakes a year 'round thing.“

[dailymarvelqueens]

“I was having trouble booking things with my last name. I think it was hard for people to cast me as an ethnic, as an Asian American woman, But I still wanted to keep my dad’s name, and I wanted to respect him, so I used his first name.”

[wordsnquotes]

Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.

Carlos Ruiz Zafòn, The Shadow of the Wind (via wordsnquotes)