<b>Me:</b> (Posts Something)<p/><b>*Five Minutes Later:</b> *<p/><b>Brain:</b> No one's commented, everybody hated it.<p/><b>Me:</b> It's been five minutes, no one's even had time to read-<p/><b>Brain:</b> They HATE it, it was stupid, I should take it down<p/><b>Me:</b> Seriously, chill out<p/><b>Brain:</b> How am I supposed to 'Chill out'?!<p/><b>Me:</b> I don't know, go do something!<p/><b>Brain:</b> I know, I'll check for feedback!<p/><b>Me:</b> That's not what I-<p/><b>Brain:</b> Nobody likes it!!<p/><b>Me:</b> *Rolls eyes* alright, let me know when you're through<p/></p>
I. His love for the sun, for light and
warmth that body soaked up like a sponge, dwindled in the thick, smog-filled
air. Here is where lungs begin the battle, where they protest and press against
broad chest, demanding oxygen that they have grown accustomed to, reminding him
that this was not a good place to be. ( It’s awful, wretched, an eye-sore on
the land ). Somewhere in his racing mind, between mother’s nagging voice and images of fields,
grass, trees, he remembers the bank is just one block further, and it’s
pointless to drag this out. The sooner you’re done, the better.
II. A whiff of wind brings scents to him that are indistinguishable at first, and rounding the corner he finds the source of that… mix of plastic, faux-leather, sweat, damp cloth, a multi-colored gang of people forming a line at the ATM. A cheery, overly excited clot of humans, a mess of strange outfits and foam accessories. How he had missed the sign when driving into the city surprised him ( This Weekend! SuperCon - Tickets available on www.—– ). This is going to take a while.
III. The code had been the same for years, yet after keying in the digits there is an obnoxious, high-pitched beep, error message flashing in dotted green across the screen that’s riddled with fingerprints.
Oh. Fuck. Velvety, smooth, honeyed voice invades, tickles eardrums, a drop of oil to a lingering ember of ever present annoyance that she had birthed, and planted deep in his insides.
‘ Your kid is being a pain in the ass, per usual.’
She tuts a disapproving, slick sound, during which he forces himself to turn, retinas assaulted by bright red, painfully invasive blue, shimmering gold. Satin - the fake, dreadfully shiny kind - swirling around the actress, guided by an invisible wind he could not feel, a distorted older version of Lynda Carter offering a mirth-less smile.
‘ He’s not my kid.’
‘ Could have fooled me. Either way, tell him to knock it off.’
She snorts, waving a dismissive gesture towards the ATM screen, ruby red lips pursing in a coquettish fashion.
‘ Later. All your coins are safe and sound, don’t worry. I thought you would be less likely to lash out at a fellow hero.’
‘ You thought wrong.’
Again the tutting, this time with a hiss trailing behind the sound, a sign of her impatience that did not impress.
‘ Stop wasting my time.’
‘ Wasting time is my holy water Don-Don. I’m simply coming to fetch what you owe me.’
‘ What I owe you?’
‘ Of course. This-’ and slender fingers wave once again, flutter in a random path that indicates his torso, waving over his arms,’- all of this, strength, energy, fire boiling under that bronzed skin. All that might, thriving, growing. Because of me. Children, acne-riddled teens, adults suffering their umpteenth midlife crises, even grandparents, dragged into it all by their loud grandchildren.’
Her gaze - dark irises, dead, reflective - traps his own with a snicker, and she leans in with a predator-like, languid sway.
‘ All of them, once again, know who Thor is.’
She rolls the name off her tongue like a purr, the sound of it prickling every nerve in his being, and her grin is humorless still, warning flashing in eyes that take note of his now clenched fists.
‘ Maybe… we should talk about this some other time then?’
‘ There’s nothing to talk about. I owe you nothing, never had, never will.’
IV. The girl that compliments her on her awesome cosplay receives a glare, and he is grateful for the distraction, watches Wonder Woman as she leaves with soundless steps.
V. You are a god, you know this to be true. And the tingle in your finger tips begins to burn as you see the movie theater release its crow unto the street, their voices thick with awe and glee. And you wonder who of the 11 year olds, who of the young adults, will end up praying to you in the months to come.
what she means:
did Zuko ever meet that little boy from "Zuko Alone" again? that little gap-toothed troublemaker who treated Zuko like a brother? i know they parted on such bad terms when Zuko revealed his identity, and i really don't blame him because at that time Zuko was still kind of an asshole, but did they ever see each other after the war? did the little boy hear about how Zuko disowned his father and joined the Avatar? did he learn that Zuko was the one to fight Azula in that fateful battle? did Zuko visit an earth kingdom town one one of his royal trips and recognize him years later? did the little boy apologize for rejecting him? or did maybe he go to the fire nation to see if Zuko remembered him? did Zuko beg forgiveness for the crimes of the fire nation? did they make up? did they hug it out? did the little boy's brother survive the war? did he introduce him to Zuko? did Zuko insist on giving him the pearl dagger he tried to give him before he left? did the little boy accept it this time? did
…Y quizás la música pueda hacer lo que las personas no han podido: Curar nuestras heridas, sanar las cicatrices, mantenernos vivos, acogernos aunque no nos comprenda, hacernos felices, llenarnos de vida mientras la tristeza se va al olvido…
Apparently I missed this last night…I know you guys are upset about your ship and we are all disappointed in Marlene for many reasons. BUT telling her to kill herself is completely unacceptable. She’s not the first one to be targeted over “ship wars” on PLL. And the fact that she had to call one fandom out is really appalling.
Lindsey Shaw has been attacked repeatedly in the past, you guys telling her to kill herself over a ship. And you know what she responded with then? “I already tried in December.”
Think about that.
Don’t like paily? I don’t care. Don’t like Paige? I don’t care. Don’t like any ship? I don’t care.
But telling these people to kill themselves? Yeah I care about that