ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝘿𝙊𝙂 '𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 .ᐟ
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Closets, offices, bedrooms, vehicles. Nowhere (and no-one) is safe.
Think fast, chucklenuts.
Closets, offices, bedrooms, vehicles. Nowhere (and no-one) is safe.
Think fast, chucklenuts.
There's an idiom about militants that's rather applicable;
"There's nothing you can do to a rifleman that they won't willingly do to themselves for fun."
There's an idiom about militants that's rather applicable;
"There's nothing you can do to a rifleman that they won't willingly do to themselves for fun."
I can make you wish for death.
Not me.
There's an idiom about militants that's rather applicable;
"There's nothing you can do to a rifleman that they won't willingly do to themselves for fun."
Not me.
Not me.
She didn't serve a government, here. The three letter agency she was a byproduct of, while still +
“What are you doing here, Silvia? I don’t want to arrest you.”
As a gesture of good faith, he throws the remaining flashbang.
“Is this just all a prank to you?”
It's something she was good at.
"Silvia. And I'm no prophet, Allen."
Might as well level the field. She knew his name- in a way, it was only fair that the Flash knew hers.
She didn't serve a government, here. The three letter agency she was a byproduct of, while still +
PUSSY.
NERD.
PUSSY.
NERD.
NERD.
Or maybe she was just crass.
Levelling her glare, Silvia tilted her head slightly- narrowing her head as she +
He holds up the bang, but doesn’t throw it.
“What’s your name? We’ve talked before. You had some grand prognostications about humanity, if I recall.”
"And they're *bangs,* not bombs. Bombs kill people."
Silvia held a hand up, gesturing for Barry to throw her one.
"The only thing these'll kill is someone with epilepsy."
Or maybe she was just crass.
Levelling her glare, Silvia tilted her head slightly- narrowing her head as she +
"And they're *bangs,* not bombs. Bombs kill people."
Silvia held a hand up, gesturing for Barry to throw her one.
"The only thing these'll kill is someone with epilepsy."
“Girl, what was your purpose here? These flashbombs — why?”
--she was currently in plainclothes, laid up on the seat of her motorcycle, and cackling as she watched him approach.
"And they're *bangs,* not bombs. Bombs kill people."
Silvia held a hand up, gesturing for Barry to throw her one.
"The only thing these'll kill is someone with epilepsy."
.... Grumpily trying to fix it....
Bringing relevant points into this.
Ugh.
--she was currently in plainclothes, laid up on the seat of her motorcycle, and cackling as she watched him approach.
And going to confront whoever did this.
Closets, offices, bedrooms, vehicles. Nowhere (and no-one) is safe.
Think fast, chucklenuts.
--she was currently in plainclothes, laid up on the seat of her motorcycle, and cackling as she watched him approach.
Closets, offices, bedrooms, vehicles. Nowhere (and no-one) is safe.
Think fast, chucklenuts.
Closets, offices, bedrooms, vehicles. Nowhere (and no-one) is safe.
Think fast, chucklenuts.
Fucking pick a lane.
for once.
you're supposed to be proud?
could have come said hi!
for once.
you're supposed to be proud?
could have come said hi!
Fuck you.
for once.
you're supposed to be proud?
could have come said hi!
and she didn't even say hi?
rude.
and she didn't even say hi?
rude.
but in my world? ma'ams and sirs don't do shit but make bad decisions and get in my damned way.
Do ma’am’s not work for a living? I have no idea, all I know are misfits ~✨
also don't call me ma'am, i work for a living.
but in my world? ma'ams and sirs don't do shit but make bad decisions and get in my damned way.
"𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕒𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤."
⌖ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙧
⌖ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫
"𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖."
... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥.
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"𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕒𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤."
⌖ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙧
⌖ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫
"𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖."
... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥.
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i figured by now you'd start paying attention.
i figured by now you'd start paying attention.
Not all of what I hear is worthy of action.
i figured by now you'd start paying attention.