𝐒𝐄𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑, ❛ you've got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜
patience, hana notices, is something she's yet to learn. restless limbs shift under her weight, but her gaze remains focused on his looming silhouette, unwavering and stark. every wasteful breath he takes irks her to no end. every vapid word and every toothy smirk: how annoying, how so very annoying. she wishes to rip it off his face with her bare hands. wrath always lingered deep beneath the surface of her heart, out of sight and out of mind / look at her now: uncoiled beast veiled in darkness, teeth beared against her own skin.
❝ i don't wanna hear it from you. ❞ it's her voice, but not. distorded and somber, flowing from her mouth like poison. she spits scarlet at his heel. it's impulsive, it's hateful [ she couldn't care less ] ❝ i don't care what your brilliant plan is. let me go. right now. or else a stab wound will be the least of your problems. ❞
@segmentas, for the damaged.
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listen to rap. especially in languages thar you are learning or have learned. it will teach you so much about cadence, pronunciation and meaning, but also the zeitgeist and cultural context they are used in, allowing you to engage with language as sound and rhythm while also engaging with it as a medium. listen to rap!
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written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘pool’
wc: 442 | rated: G | cw: none
Eddie Munson nearly didn't make 21. But even before becoming a buffet spread for interdimensional hell bats, Eddie never would've imagined spending his 21st birthday at Steve Harrington's. After wide games in the woods with the world's most metal teens, having his pale skin preserved by Nancy's stern gaze and endless sunscreen supply, and somehow surviving the dreamlike vision of Steve, tanned, topless, and happy, Eddie was ready declare his birthday a roaring success.
But the glint in Gareth's eye, the way Jeff was watching him while chatting to Buckley, had Eddie on edge. He surveyed the suspiciously quiet yard. Absences noted, Eddie's eyes met Dan's. He tilted his head in question. Dan's hands rose. Eddie honed in. He was great at charades. But before interpretations could begin, Gareth slapped Dan's hands down. His hissed words didn't carry, but the shake of his curly head was unmistakable. Whatever was afoot, the band were in on it.
The kids shuffled back outside in an extremely conspicuous formation. Eddie thought they might be smuggling Harrington between them, before he spotted Steve in the doorway, watching them, expression fond.
Dustin was vibrating. "Present time."
"We already did presents," Eddie said.
"Sure. But there's one left."
"The big one," Lucas added.
"Don't ruin it," Mike muttered.
"I didn't say what it was."
"Do I get to know what it is?" Eddie derailed, amused.
Dustin nodded to Will, who carefully counted down, "Three, two, one."
The boys stepped aside, revealing Max, holding his present, and El, holding Max's elbow. Eddie felt tears prickle, as he took in the unnecessarily wrapped gift. There was no mistaking the shape.
"You bought me a guitar?" he croaked.
El helped Max place the gift in Eddie's lap. His hands slid instinctively around it, the weight felt just right.
"Open it," El instructed.
Ripping the bright paper revealed a familiar x-shaped body, not the dappled red of his world-saving sweetheart, but a solid black. She was a starless night sky. She was beautiful.
"I- How?"
"We pooled our allowances."
Eddie didn't know how much they got, but he knew how quickly they blew through it. There was no way. Eddie's eyes drifted beyond the kids, finding Steve.
Steve, who'd given Eddie a card, claiming that he didn't have a present yet, hadn't known what to get him. Steve, who'd looked embarrassed when Eddie had called the party a great present and meant it. Steve, whose guilty smile all but confirmed him as majority contributor to the beautiful instrument in Eddie's lap. Steve, who Eddie would have to find a way to thank, to explain what this meant.
For now, Eddie smiled back.
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okay a few more danyal al ghul au memes because i think they're funny to make. with bonus yaelokre danyal memes!
yaelokre! danyal 🤝 threes! danyal:
being five years older than damian
yaelokre danyal comes from my oneshot right here. however, i would frankly recommend reading the version i put on ao3 because it's been edited and includes more content! shout out to my boy, he's got amnesia </3
Do i think that the LOA has technology in it? Absolutely I do. LED lights but in 3000k warm white instead of the jarring bright sterile white, if they've got glass windows they're those solar panel glass panes my college natural science building uses that detects sunlight position, which in term controls the lights, which in turn saves energy. Amber lights for outside, solar panels. Just. anything environmentally sound and friendly, they've got it, they use it.
Do i think they've got computers and tvs lying around for casual recreational use? ....that i'm not so sure about. For this au? I'm gonna say nooooottt really. That stuff is typically reserved for like, mission planning, debriefing, research, etc. Frankly danny probably does know how to use a computer, however i thought it was funny if he didn't. so the meme is staying in lmao.
If they're not training, they've probably like, got a greenhouse or two somewhere on base they can help with. The LoA's whole thing is balance, harmony, restoring the natural world with extreme environmentalism. All that jazz. Probably plenty of ponds, recreational areas outside, gardens, just, stuff to do that's not technology based. My most basic understanding is that these people are the world's deadliest hippies. They can't be training all the time, that's neither good for morale nor for their bodies, so when they're not training... they're off doing shit. If Ras has kept this thing running for thousands of years then it’s gotta be pretty lit enough that nobody’s revolted lmao.
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