‘ destiny calls. ‘

                  ONE.                                                 TWO.                                              THREE.

out:  hello world i am back from my prolonged absence!! happy belated end of hanukkah, merry belated christmas, happy kwanza, whatever it may be i dont care at this point i hate the holidays

but!!! i've decided on remaking angel since i think a fresh start would help me get back into the groove of things, plus the fact i kind of got carried away with the whole 'winter break' thing & have done nothing productive in the past week! sorry.

that being said, chances are i'll be dropping all current threads (unless you want to work something out (hmu)) & redoing all of my pages etc. etc. thanks for your patience !

               ❛-- why -- is there a pole --❜

◖∶ ᴍᴇᴛᴀᴍᴏʀɪᴘʜᴏᴜs ∶◗

starter: stagenamed​

             ' How could you ?                       After everything ? ’

            ❝— — — —you.. --❞

                     she pauses, struggling for words;                          a shrug tenses her shoulders.

            ❝— — — —you cope. time passes                and   you   just   forget   about   it.❞

◖∶ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀᴄʜᴀʀʟᴇs ∶◗

          ‘ —— we can always change that… ’

            ❝— — — —we're snowed in, professor.❞

wreakiinghavok ( x )

            ❝— — — —is it.. broken ?❞

◖∶ ʙɪsʜᴏᴘɪsᴍs ∶◗

                  ❝ —— all  right  already ,   i’m  sold .  pissing  off                      rich  guys is a hobby  of mine .  i just  hope  you                      have a solid plan .  seducing isn’t my forte f.y.i . ❞

            ❝— — — —who said seducing was involved ?                i      just     need     to     know     one    thing    :                --       can       you        hop       a       fence     ?❞

stagenamed/assassinisms/bvrnes :)

meme

congratulations, you idiot

lastrattus/mettallic/jarxjar/metamoriphous/stopmagneto

meme.

out: listen to me ramble about antonia for 3 whole minutes!!!

balanbaalis:

i observe men in silence, how they leave plates on dining room tables, how they slam doors, how they take up whole couch with legs sprawled and lounging arms, how they do not filter speech, too confident, too loud. voices always violent, everything a war.  

◖∶ 60хв ∶◗

  The insect-like wings distracted him   so instead of taking flight right away   he appreaciated them for a few seconds,   he knew it was a completely different mutation   and that was why the challenge was interesting.

          ❝Alright see you up in the sky then— Angel❞ 

  His wings raised him effortlessly from the ground,   making a flapping sound due to their size.  

                     the idea of rolling her eyes tempts her, but she resists.                           she  followed  in  suit  moments later,  wings  flitting                          ever-so  gently  as  they lift  her  from  the  pavement                          beneath her  feet. lithe was her form as she twisted                          higher,   higher  to  a  decent  elevation   before  she                          soared   forward  in  a  burst  of  familiar  adrenaline.                      she         pauses          momentarily          and         calls                          (   not     without     a     certain     smugness   ) :

            ❝— — — —are you getting along alright ?                or   were   you   a   little..   far-fetched   ?❞

◖∶ ʙɪsʜᴏᴘɪsᴍs ∶◗

                       ❝ you’re such a bad influence and i don’t                           even  know  your  name, HOLY  MOLY . ❞

            ❝— — — —i, angel, solemnly swear to                become  the  worst  and  best influence                you'll  ever  come by.  now. do you want                to   crash    some   rich   guy's   party  &                potentially    get    arrested    or    not ?❞

◖∶ ɴᴜʟʟxғʏ ∶◗

stagenamed

Are you going to eat that?

            ❝— — — —uh -- no ? it's not                all   that   good,   anyways.❞

◖∶ 60хв ∶◗

              ❝Really? —— ❞

Warren asked, his wings already spreading widely to take the challenge, also to show off a little. 

❝I’ll take any excuse to keep my feet off the ground❞

                     she    allows   a   smile   to   consume    her   lips;                          ginger     hands     reach     back       and     unzip                          her    suit     minutely,     leaving     just     enough                          of    a    space    to    allow    her   wings to unfold.                      the    fragile    things    peel    from    her    forearms,                          her  shoulders, the  small of her back and slowly                          acclimatize themselves. albeit small in structure,                          her                wings                were            powerful;                          they    carried    her    weight    with    little protest.

            ❝— — — —seems  we   have                something in common, then.❞

00:00:00 ???? maybe??

meme.

when       she         worked,         she        covered         the       numbers. her         ’industry’           was           simple;          men         came     out to       see          you,          to          enjoy          you          for       a    single night   before    going     back   to     whatever     god-forsaken     place they      came      from.      so,      to      prevent      any      uncomfortable spots      of        silence      or      awkward       glances,       the       girls were  forced  to  either  paint  over   the   numbers   with   some   sort of make up or to cut them off entirely. the latter was obviously a rarity.                                                                   ( she l o a t h e d the secrecy. )

the numbers were enticing. they were tattooed upon one’s wrist and began  ticking  as  if  clockwork   the  moment  your  first   breath  fills your small,  newborn lungs.  they  left  a building sense of suspense in one’s gut,  one that girls  giggled away  in public and sobbed over in           the            privacy           of           their           own          bedroom.                                                                           ( angel was no exception. )

& so  when  she  rammed into the guy on the sidewalk and caught a glimpse  of   her   wrist,   she didn’t   know  whether  to   laugh  or  cry.                                                                                ( her heart plummeted. )

            ❝— — — —i’m so sorry — um                 — can i, uh —  see your wrist?❞

◖∶ 60хв ∶◗

❝oh it’s definitely possible,  I don’t need some time I can fly just as fast as you today.❞

                     she raises a brow quizzically;                          a  smirk  plays  at  her  lips.

            ❝— — — —you think so ? then                why  don't  you  p r o v e  it  ?❞