"Bats Sleep Upside-Down" Batkids having a slumber party! ♥_&hearts My favorite part was Cass being unexpectedly good at painting nails (even Tim's!), and Damian crashing the blanket fort was ADORABLE.
Meme #2:
(From "Highway to Hell")
Glencoe, Illinois has a lakeside café with a beautiful view of the lake. Sometimes, early on clear, crisp and cold mornings like today, the Chicago skyline floats slightly over the horizon. It shimmers, the way mirages do.
At a table in the café sits Illyana Rasputin, ragged fingernails and sword calluses wrapped around a bone china cup.
The people do not seem to care or do not notice that there is a wanted criminal in their midst. The note on her teacup saucer pointed towards the former. It reads “Always good to see you, be sure to come back soon and thank you again for everything”.
She sips calmly at her tea and says, “I can tell you’re here for me, but not, I think, for the reasons most are.”
Layla and Lorna explain the situation to her, how X-Factor is going to Hell in a handbasket and the world is coming along for the ride.
“When last I used my power, I tore the world apart and brought Hell to Earth. You do not want me on your side.” Illyana’s hands are shaking slightly around her cup, long nails clicking against the porcelain. She is not lying but she is not telling the whole truth, either. There are dark shadows haunting her eyes, remnants of hellfire and divine wrath.
Layla does not trust anyone whose nails grew that long, that fast, without turning to claws.
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"Bats Sleep Upside-Down"
Batkids having a slumber party! ♥_&hearts My favorite part was Cass being unexpectedly good at painting nails (even Tim's!), and Damian crashing the blanket fort was ADORABLE.
Meme #2:
(From "Highway to Hell")
Glencoe, Illinois has a lakeside café with a beautiful view of the lake. Sometimes, early on clear, crisp and cold mornings like today, the Chicago skyline floats slightly over the horizon. It shimmers, the way mirages do.
At a table in the café sits Illyana Rasputin, ragged fingernails and sword calluses wrapped around a bone china cup.
The people do not seem to care or do not notice that there is a wanted criminal in their midst. The note on her teacup saucer pointed towards the former. It reads “Always good to see you, be sure to come back soon and thank you again for everything”.
She sips calmly at her tea and says, “I can tell you’re here for me, but not, I think, for the reasons most are.”
Layla and Lorna explain the situation to her, how X-Factor is going to Hell in a handbasket and the world is coming along for the ride.
“When last I used my power, I tore the world apart and brought Hell to Earth. You do not want me on your side.” Illyana’s hands are shaking slightly around her cup, long nails clicking against the porcelain. She is not lying but she is not telling the whole truth, either. There are dark shadows haunting her eyes, remnants of hellfire and divine wrath.
Layla does not trust anyone whose nails grew that long, that fast, without turning to claws.