12 inches none the lighter.  

Let’s see what the human mosquitoes outside my apartment have to say about this.

(text sent at 3:34am) [Ring Txt] you still have that chest bandage on!!

kylewithenvy:

looktothenightstar:

[TXT; three hours later] yeah?

[Ring Txt] shouldn’t it be healed by now?

[Ring Txt] idk how your healing factor works…

[Ring Txt] what if the bullet was eviller that expected  O__o

[TXT] i dunno man i’m not wolverine

[TXT] although i do have better sideburns than wolverine

[Text] Hey Mar'i. Was wondering how the healing's coming along. Are you out of the hospital yet?

[TXT] Hey Tim, I’ve been out for a little while now, and the healing’s healing haha!

[TXT] thanks for asking!

(text sent at 3:34am) [Ring Txt] you still have that chest bandage on!!

[TXT; three hours later] yeah?

bowsbulletsbruises:

looktothenightstar:

bowsbulletsbruises:

My goal for the next three months? Have a pumpkin spice drink whenever I am talking to either of you.

…babe, you can like whatever you like???

Oh, I know I can. I’ll just take extra special pleasure in breathing pumpkin spice at you both. :D

Okay, babe.

bowsbulletsbruises:

speedypuffs:

Agreed on the pumpkin spice side. It doesn’t even taste like actual pumpkin, wtf??

I don’t even get where they came up with that name? Like… they could have called it autumn spice or something. Is it like a pie thing? IDK.

My goal for the next three months? Have a pumpkin spice drink whenever I am talking to either of you.

…babe, you can like whatever you like???

best dressed at events 2014 → arden cho in sherri hill @ mtv video music awards

best dressed at events 2014 → nicki minaj in yves saint laurent @ mtv video music awards

[ENCRYPTED TEXT] I've sent a secure package to the Queen penthouse in Star City addressed to you.

[ENCRYPTED TEXT; Several Hours Later] Any reason in particular for it?

[ENCRYPTED TEXT] Do you need me to do something?

Mar’i sleeps with earplugs to avoid listening to the constant ringing of her work phone and the subsequent incessant beeps and clicks of her answering machine.  The next morning, she stands barefoot in her kitchen, staring at the double digits blinking at her from the small electronic face.  She feeds Poppy a can of vienna sausages before she grabs the magnetic notepad she usually uses for grocery lists off the fridge, sits down on the cool tile, and drags the machine down into her lap.

Hello Nightstar, this is KTVU News, can you give us a comment on the recent earthquake? Do you think it was caused by a meta? Where were you when the earthquake struck?

Major fault line,’ Mar’i scribbles on the pad, ‘mother nature not meta.’

Hello Nightstar can we at SF Daily get a few comments on you killings at WAVES Magazine? Did you know your life and the lives of the magazine employees were being threatened? How did you respond?

She can’t even make heads or tails of this one, if she’s being accused of the deaths (but she IS guilty isn’t she?  she left, she left, sheleft) or being applauded for her quick judgment.  She takes down the number and then deletes the message.

Can the SF Chronicle get a few comments, Nightstar? Ms Son, the citizens of San Francisco seem to think you are the city’s hero. What do you think about that status now? Are you still glad you revealed your secret identity?

"I didn’t fucking reveal it, first of all," Mar’i says conversationally to Poppy, who is wearing the sausage can on her head, "I can’t even buy fucking Doritos in peace."  On the pad, she writes, ‘publicity bad, advocacy opps. good.’ 

Nightstar this is Essie Parkin from GNN - do you think the attack on you in San Francisco is related to the destruction in Gotham? What is the Justice League doing about the slaughter of innocent citizens? What is your take on the situation? Are you in regular contact with Oliver Queen aka Green Arrow from Star City?

By the time Mar’i reaches this message, she’s slumped down to lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.  ”I DON’T FUCKING KNOW!!!” Mar’i screams, throwing her pencil at the ceiling.  ”I DON’T FUCKING KNOW, I JUST WANT—”

She makes a high keening noise, rolling onto her side to curl up on herself.  Her shoulder is still sore, and her stomach rumbles painfully, reminding her that breakfast is required.  Still, Mar’i lies there on the floor, breathing heavily, eyes closed, and thinks of the million things she’s going to say today, do today, just to make it all stop.  

Aaaaand of course there’s an earthquake today…

Oh I see give ME a hard time for crab legs but it’s all smiles and appetite for your neighbors huh ok sure I see how it is so are you inviting me over or what?

LOOK 

LISTEN

FIRST OFF, YOU JUST BROUGHT BROILED CRAB LEGS, THIS IS MOSTLY BUTTER AND RICE AND DELICIOUSNESS SO I DON’T EVEN HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE CRABBIES

SECOND, I HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO MAKE THE BEST PAELLA SO I HAVE TO WATCH A MASTER AT WORK

THIRD, BE HERE IN TEN OR IT’LL ALL BE GONE

I have never been a huge seafood person but FOR THIS I MAKE AN EXCEPTION.

[TXT] I was thinking those Korean wrap thingies for dinner?

looktothenightstar:

[TXT] 김밥?

[TXT] do you want me to make some? 

[TXT] okay

[TXT] but my air is out so beware 

[TXT] what types do you want?

[TXT] I was thinking those Korean wrap thingies for dinner?

[TXT] 김밥?

[TXT] do you want me to make some?