She boards the ship alongside Kaldur and very carefully does not think about the tons of water closing in over her head.
She’d learned a thing or two about Kaldur in their time on the Team. He was exotic, sure, and he’d always been about as stoic as they came—so if you really wanted to know what he was thinking, you had to watch his hands.
“Father,” Kaldur says; Artemis stands two steps behind his right shoulder (this is a very deliberate choice).
“My son,” Black Manta acknowledges. It’s difficult to tell through the helmet, but it feels as though she’s being sized up. Casually, she traces the hilt of (one of) the daggers strapped to her thigh. “And who is your companion?”
“This is Tigress. I have chosen her to be my right hand commander as I move forward.”
There is a beat of silence; Manta Senior is definitely staring at her now. Kaldur’s fingers twitch at his side. “Indeed. And what makes you think she is worthy of such a position? I’ve never heard of any Tigress.”
“Then I’m doing my job right,” she says, looking directly at Black Manta, even as he finally removes his helmet. Artemis maintains eye contact until she feels she’s made her point, then drops her gaze to his chin. “Sir.”
(She might be imagining it, but she could swear the ghost of a smile flickers across his lips.)
“Is that so. Tell me, mysterious Tigress, what other names do you go by?”
“I have no other names, sir.”
“Are you mocking me?” The crease of his frown promises suffering.
“No, sir.” She keeps her eyes trained carefully still. “I mean that the person I was before no longer exists. I am only Tigress.”
“Interesting.” He turns back to Kaldur. (Artemis carefully regulates her breathing.) “That still does not explain where you found her, or why you brought her onto my ship.”
“If you would like a demonstration of her skills, I am sure she would be happy to provide one.”
Matna stares at his son searchingly, but Kaldur’s face gives away nothing. (Meanwhile, his fingers tap an faint, unsteady beat.) Eventually, he says, “Yes, I believe a demonstration is in order.” Kaldur reaches for his water-bearers, but Manta waves him off. “No, son, I will be the one putting her to the test.” She has just enough time to see Kaldur’s eyes widen before she has to duck and roll.
Artemis gets enough room to allow for a momentary breath, and then, for the first time in years, holds absolutely nothing back.
(It’s easier than she cares to think about, shedding those restrictions that she had placed upon herself when she decided what kind of person she wanted to be. What her father taught her: aim to kill.)
you can ; a jeroy fanmix :: because sometimes a broken person doesn’t need to be fixed. sometimes a broken person just needs someone to believe in.
i. helicopter - bloc party || ii. follow my feet - the unlikely candidates ||iii. moving in the dark - neon trees || iv. jenny - walk the moon || v. trying to be cool - phoenix || vi. heart on the floor (ft. dia frampton) - the summer set || vii. angels (bodhi remix) - the xx || viii. don’t blame yourself - andrew belle || ix. sun - two door cinema club || x. burning bridges (acoustic) - onerepublic || xi. waste - foster the people
I’ve honestly never done a follow forever before, but I’ve always planned on doing one. Originally this was going to be for the end of 2013, but I forgot so I made a new graphic, but it’s the same exact thing as before. I wish everyone a fantastic 2014 and I love every single one of my followers and everyone I follow. I just hope I didn’t forget anyone on this list.
So, my dear, Cherita. I love you so very much and I can’t believe we’ve been friends for the past few years. It feels like it’s only been a few months, but hey, time flies over the internet. Honestly, I really care about you and consider you to be one of my closest friends. I’m going to be like eighty years old and be telling my grandchildren stories about us and it’ll all be about us yelling at each other over the internet. I love how you’re always there for me and I don’t even know. You’re absolutely fantastic. 11/10 would recommend. P.S. You’re a terrible wife.
Well, if it isn’t my favorite little Dutch boy that isn’t little at all because you’re a giant. I just wanted to let you know that I love you too and you’re awesome. Like I said about Ciria, I’m going to be talking about you all the time when I’m old because I just can’t forget a friendship like ours. I just really care about you and I promise I’ll always be here for you. It may take me a few hours to show up because of that whole time zone thing, but I’m still always here. You’re awesome and crazy and you need to really go to some Anime Anonymous thing because you have an addiction.
Ah yes. Jenny. Shit, I mean Jena. You know, you’re pretty awesome and I really love you. It’s great just being able to goof off with you on a day-to-day basis in school and go watch movies together. I can’t wait till we’re really old and being neighbors in caves far away from each other. I’m definitely looking forward to it. Ha. Anyways, you need to remember to keep being weird and just go find yourself Loki.
Yo, Remi. What’s up? So, even though we don’t talk nearly as much as we used to, I still consider you to be a good friend. Whenever I post some dumb random post, I half-way expect you to reply to it. Half of the time you do. I honestly love talking to you whenever we do and you’re just overall awesome.
So, Rosie, I know we’ve only talked like maybe three times, but you’re still really awesome and great. Just seeing you on my dash daily makes me happy. The few times we have talked have been great and you’re just a generally great person. I wish you the best in everything and I want to let you know that there’s no unimportant person in the universe. Remember what the Doctor says, he’s never met someone unimportant. He may not have met you, but that doesn’t mean you’re useless.
So, my dear Miniature peanut. You live in Australia and you’re really weird. Then again everyone I know is weird so maybe that’s what I know you. Basically, you’re my sister from another continent and time zone and blah and you’re fantastic. I love you and stuff and blah blah sappy message. I’m going to die shipping Matt and Lian, by the way.
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Brittany and Kassie, I hope you don’t mind I grouped you two together. It’s just all of these boring personal messages we’re getting so long. Anyways, you’re both my fellow fabulous Guard captains. I’m going to miss you in Guard next year Brittany, but hopefully you’ll get Drum Major so I can still bother you. Also, can’t wait to work alongside you again next year Kassie. Hopefully our Senior year will be so much better than our Junior year. Love you both! P.S. When I die, Bop to the Top will be on my gravestone.
The next bunch of blogs are all the people I love seeing on my dash. It’s mostly just mutual followships here along with a few blogs that I just absolutely adore! You’re all amazing and you all help brighten my day. Kudos on that! Hope you guys have a great year and I love you all!
So. I told laminuitpluie she didn’t want fic from me and she wouldn’t listen. Blame this on her.
Caleb sipped naughtily at his drink and stood sparkling behind a diaper rash. He wasn’t sure why he had come to this New Year’s Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel repulsive and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how iridescent his ass got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Caleb knew very well why he was at the party: to see Cornelia.
Ah, Cornelia. Just the thought of her, the chance of a glimpse of her wonderous tits made Caleb’s heart beat like leaving a pile of flaming shit on your front porch.
But tonight everyone was masked. Caleb peered lovingly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Cornelia. There, he thought, the woman over by the diaper rash, the wide-eyed one with the Blunk mask. It had to be Cornelia. No one else could look so futile, even in a Blunk mask.
She began to walk Caleb’s way and Caleb started to panic. What if she actually talked to Caleb?
Cornelia came right up to Caleb and Caleb thought that he was going to faint.
“Hello,” Cornelia said shakily. “What are you doing over here all alone?”
“Oh, just looking at the diaper rash,” Caleb said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so elegant.
Just then, an obnoxious voice began to count down. “Ten … nine … eight … seven …”
Caleb’s heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Cornelia might …
“Happy New Year!”
Cornelia swept Caleb into her arms, bent him with a diaper, and kissed Caleb compactly, slipping him the tongue and groping his arm.
Caleb could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out exceedingly and pulled Cornelia’s mask off her face. It was Cornelia! “I knew it was you,” Caleb said and took his own mask off.
“And it’s … you,” Cornelia said. “You know, I’m just going to go get some punch.”
Caleb watched her go. She would be right back, Caleb was sure. Just as soon as she had her punch.
My friend, korihw, had never heard Booty Man, by Tim Wilson before. So crystalbicone and I played it for her. And she danced to it. And we got it on camera, without her knowledge. Here it is, for your amusement. She is going to kill me when she sees this. Oh well.