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  • ((Woke up from a three hour nap, since I came home earlier than thought. But I cannot feel any desire to do any drafts, so I’ll be lurking and working on some code.))

    ((If anyone wants a starter, just go ahead and like the post.))

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  • gxfferwolf:

    { lia-nelson. }

              There  were two  types of crime fighters 
              in  the  state of  New York:  those  who
              refused   to   oppose   convention   and
              those  who  embraced  the  rebellion as
              a  means  of  preserving  innocent  lives
              endangered    by    careless    criminals.
              Not  to  undermine  the  efforts  of  New
              York’s   finest,  but   there   were  some
              terrors normal humans couldn’t handle

                     And that was where the Big Bad Wolf came in.

              A hero  in the  shadows,  he  dealt with
              the  monsters  too  savage  and  unholy
              with his  own brand of justice, unbiased
              and    uncensored,    a   thankless   job 
              performed  only  in the dead of night,  if
              he could afford it.  He hated disruptions
              and disturbances that kept him from his
              work—even   from   another   super,  not
              unlike the one hovering before him now,
              high up  above the sleepless  streets of 
              nighttime Manhattan.

    I’m either going around you or through you—

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    move, lady.

    The black of night and cloudless skies — this time of the day generally didn’t fall under her purview. She never cared for it unless the words ‘party’ and/or ‘night clubs’ were involved. Other than that, these hours were better left to other people; the vengeful Manhunter, especially, always came to mind.

    After all, when has the light ever met the darkness by choice?

    But when the time comes where your need to survive supersedes your need for a routine, you learn to embrace the troublesome parts. She hadn’t need do such tactics anymore in this new age; her old routine can still work. But new habits mix with the old ones in time; she has a new nightly show, a one-woman solo patrol that occurs a few times. New place, new settings — new shady characters to meet.

    "Gee, you didn’t have to do, like, an Eastwood impression! Way rude.” 

    image

    “‘Sides, I can’t exactly leave someone who’s been hard-on eyeing that retro diner —and not in a hungry way!”

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  • whittemores:

LET’S GET PHYSICAL+ [listen] - twenty seven tracks that pretty much represent the eighties.

i. love is a battlefield - pat benetar // ii. another brick in the wall part ii - pink floyd // iii. hungry like the wolf - duran duran // iv. never gonna give you up // v. don’t forget about me - simple minds // vi. eye of the tiger - survivor // vii. what’s love got to do with it - tina turner // viii. like a virgin - madonna // ix. mickey - tony basil // x. jump - van halen // xi. physical - olivia newton john // xii. the safety dance - men without hats // xiii. maniac - michael sembello // xiv. footloose - kenny loggins // xv. flashdance… what a feeling - irene cara // xvi. sweet dreams - eurythmics // xvii. time after time - cyndi lauper // xviii. hungry eyes - eric carman // xix. uptown girl - billy joel // xx. total eclipse of the heart - bonnie tyler // xxi. whip it - devo // xxii. i love rock n roll - joan jett // xxiii. sweet child o’ mine - guns n’ roses // xxiv. mr. roboto - styx // xxv. just the two of us - grover washington jr. // xxvi. sexual healing - marvin gaye // xxvii. thriller - michael jackson

    whittemores:

    LET’S GET PHYSICAL+ [listen] - twenty seven tracks that pretty much represent the eighties.

    i. love is a battlefield - pat benetar // ii. another brick in the wall part ii - pink floyd // iii. hungry like the wolf - duran duran // iv. never gonna give you up // v. don’t forget about me - simple minds // vi. eye of the tiger - survivor // vii. what’s love got to do with it - tina turner // viii. like a virgin - madonna // ix. mickey - tony basil // x. jump - van halen // xi. physical - olivia newton john // xii. the safety dance - men without hats // xiii. maniac - michael sembello // xiv. footloose - kenny loggins // xv. flashdance… what a feeling - irene cara // xvi. sweet dreams - eurythmics // xvii. time after time - cyndi lauper // xviii. hungry eyes - eric carman // xix. uptown girl - billy joel // xx. total eclipse of the heart - bonnie tyler // xxi. whip it - devo // xxii. i love rock n roll - joan jett // xxiii. sweet child o’ mine - guns n’ roses // xxiv. mr. roboto - styx // xxv. just the two of us - grover washington jr. // xxvi. sexual healing - marvin gaye // xxvii. thriller - michael jackson

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  • iforgemyownfuture ASKED:

    Inbox me a ‘₴’ if you’d like to have your muse catching mine having a nightmare and their reaction to seeing your muse when they wake up

    "Li! You gotta check this out!"

    The air…caramel? Or was it her perfume? Then again, the other girl always liked that brand where the last food item you ate would influence the smell. It made for good jokes, “classy” jokes. But the auburn-haired girl would frequently pop a caramel candy into her mouth too, and use a perfume promoted by still-together Destiny’s Child.

    "Li? Hey, Li! Earth-to-Li-a!”

    The ground felt mushy — odd, considering Lia looked down and gravel turned out to be the texture. That was usually hard, right? She’d swore her hands looked smaller. When she answered like, I heard you!, a dreaming blonde turned over in her corner booth. There might have been a bit of drooling; it may or may not have been unconsciously wiped away.

    The dream was better than reality. The dream featured someone from her past, currently missing in action.

    "Bently, look at that guy with the mace."

    What-eh-ver! Weren’t we supposed to be all mod today ‘cause Global Newz said that Natalie Wood was coming into, like, town?”

    Natalie Wood?

    "But she’s, like, total corpseville."

    "Lia, have you been sniffing too many cheesecakes lately or something?"

    The hologram’s eyes widened, as her face wrinkled into disgust mixed with disbelief. A Cheshire cat grin found its way onto her best friend’s face. She also held up both her hands in a gesture that indicates an obvious notion.

    Bently also appeared to be melting and rotting, with maggots coming out any open orifice.

                 ”We’re all de—

                                     —deactivate your future tab already?”

    She sniffed, fluttering her eyes.

    "Hwuh…huh?"

    Kyle began to regret poking Lia from her sleep — and teasing about a possible repeat presence at Radu’s that hadn’t even started. He rubbed the nape of his neck, lips pressed in awkwardness. That was putting it lightly. 

    "Oh…it’s you, Kyle. Like, what’s wrong? You look like someone just told you your painting sucked majorly worse than Turkish Star Wars!"

    Perhaps she’d realize soon why her voice sounded shaky; but she hadn’t noticed yet that her eyes were bleary, tears having slid down her cheeks — and still coming out.

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  • ((Right, so I’m going to go get something in mah belly.

    Like this post if you want a starter/greeter.

    I have two things drafted (starter for me is one) and I have the asks in my inbox. That’s from between yesterday and now, since the rest was, well, drafted before XDD))

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  • ((OH GOD  IDON’T KNOW HOW BUT I’M FINALLY HOME

    Ok so please please please give me a minute to settle in and recuperate. I have to go to bed in about three hours [unless idk tomorrow gets cancelled] and I want to be able to see what’s happened while I’ve been gone all day. :\ ))

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  • madddscience:

    Popular Mechanics is obsessed with flying cars.

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  • ((being dragged off to bed because apparently tomorrow’s an early day xP Rest of meme asks tomorrow.))

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  • hulksdontdoweak ASKED:

    Inbox me a ‘₴’ if you’d like to have your muse catching mine having a nightmare and their reaction to seeing your muse when they wake up

    Lucid dreaming would be a nice option for most people. To see the strange and to realize it was a dream within the dream, would lessen their worries.

    Unfortunately for Lia, that wasn’t a viable option.

    The strange is normal for her, so seeing creatures that looked straight out of a post-nuclear surrealist’s painting was more creepy than disturbing. However the meadow does worry her. It’s too green, too clean — the buildings are destroyed and yet nature is crisp and sparkling? Where is she? The question’s left unanswered as she feels it.

    She starts feeling the event spilling out into bodily reactions, through moans and slams against Jennifer Walters’ couch. (She’d dozed off while waiting for an answer on a legality about images used on pop-up ads.) She feels it in the real world so vividly that you’re not sure if you can call it dreaming anymore — not even the lucid kind. 

    Her eyes start bleeding, almost on cue as she starts moaning in her sleep. Her hair falls out, which signals the brain to tell her hands to reach out for her head. They feel hair, but all she feels in the nightmare is scraped head, empty and shorn. Her body becomes limp, parts of it dispersing into the air. She’s reminded of pictures from the screens in school, of how H-bomb survivors are found to have had almost no sense of bone left when they die years later. "Like osteoporosis but worse", her teacher sounds out in class in a flashback that finds itself being played out nearby.

    Cries of pain burst out—

    —and Lia comes to the realization that maybe, just maybe, her light-based form is finally coming apart. Radiation’s done its work at long last.

    The last nail she receives, before Jen shakes her roughly to wake up, is a mirror dropping in front of her, the creatures huddling around it to laugh and sneer at her— as she sees no eyes on her, but deep holes where her eye sockets are supposed to be.

    Sweat’s the least of her worries when she hyperventilates for some minutes, looking at Jen as if the other weren’t even there.

    "I—…"

    "—I don’t think we’ll be watching that Saw horror movie like you wanted, Ms. Walters. I gotta…contact a doctor."

    The doctors of everyone she’s blinded in the heat of battle, that is.

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