It’s fine to have your headcanons but you gotta remember that it’s headcanon not canon and that other people may have different headcanons than you and you shouldn’t get upset about that
ive seen people flirt in ellipses. ive seen them write letters with words so less and i wonder how they never had the need to use parentheses. ive seen them fall in love with such ease, the same way the vowels roll out of my conscious tongue. ive seen lovers claim a little bit of sunshine just to write their names in bright yellows and moon kissed smiles. ive seen kids find the spark in each others touch and call it lightning. ive seen people fall in love with someone they saw for the first time and claim to be in love, the same way i claim to be in love with Saturn. ive seen love transude from their skin as they watch love fade out of their lovers hands. ive seen people build each other homes with apostrophes and semi colons in ink and paper. somewhere between the suffocating lines and pencil-thin pages they forgot that ink fades and the dwindling of words and evanescing color of blue is never enough for the wrist sized heart of ours. the naive child in me also tried falling in love once. but i could never flirt with words or gestures or anything less than fire. and tried is an understatement because i almost did. and if the word almost could make a noise, i bet it would sound like a heart breaking and the wind screaming to be forgiven by all the things it touched. i too once almost fell for a guy who i swore talks like sunshine himself. his hair reminded me of the salty zephyr and the brine struck sea. the sound of his smile could bring world peace, i swear. and everything about him was as magical as the dreams dream had. ive tried writing about him a million times and all the words and metaphors and syntax’s and languages seem to fall short. but anyway, i never really loved him. i just almost did.
– pAIN
– hello darkness my old friend
– medicine cupboard is 90% pain meds
– p a i n
– mad dash to the toilet
– blood pressure skyrockets due to excessive caffeine intake
– owning more ice packs than a high school nurse
– pain
– auras, aka, I can’t fucking see
– oh my god everybody SHUT. UP.
– PAIN
“I still hate you.” “I know.” “And I don’t trust you.” “I know.” “And after this is done-” “You’re taking me back to jail, I know! Jesus H. Christ, I know you hate me, and the fact you need my help, and this whole situation. Trust me, when you won’t shut up about it, it would be hard not to know. Can we just get beating this fool over with so you can fail to stop me escaping already?”
“And…you’re offering to help?” The villain shrugged. “If I’m going to be as honest as I promised you I would be, I’m mostly using you as a tool to get my revenge on this fucker. What?” they said defensively as the hero raised an eyebrow. “She’s not discriminatory in whether she fucks over heroes or villains. She ruins lives on both sides of the cape divide, and I want to take her down. And I happen to know from experience that you’re not half bad at this ‘justice’ malarkey. So what do you say?”
Back to back, fists up, capes tattered and torn. Hero and villain, enemies, forced to work together through sheer desperation. “Don’t die on me,” the villain hissed. “You die on me, and I will not be saving this damn city by myself.” The hero chuckled dryly. “Because you can’t do it alone, or you won’t?” “Because what’s the point of saving this stupid hellhole if you’re not in it?”
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