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captainpoe:

Lightning possesses the power of electricital manipulation like her father. Able to generate electrical energy and project it as concentrated bolts from her hands. She is also able to fly by generating a localized electromagnetic repulsion field. When manifesting her powers, Jennifer’s body is surrounded by a glowing electrical aura with lightning-like spikes on her head and back.

weilongfu:

andwebegin:

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

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It’s been a year, Can realizes.

One long year filled with ups and downs with Tin.

The stories the other students tell are fantastical in nature. Tin is the Ice King of the IC Department, so cold and aloof, high above everyone and yet here his heart has melted for a Thai Program Sports Science major like Can! It is a romance that could only happen in a drama, they say. 

The reasons why range from a love spell cast by Can, to blackmail, to tales of a stolen kiss. They whisper about how it was jealousy of other friends turned lovers. They cast snide glances and call Can a gold digger. They watch the two walk by, not holding hands, but close, so close even air molecules have to squeeze between them, and wonder if they’re even together. 

But Can pays them no mind, or else Tin would be upset. A year later and Tin is still unsure of his welcome. Still worried that for all the hurts he’s caused, for all the hurts he carries, he’s not worthy of Can. But he tries so hard. Tin is the first to apologize after every fight, the first to cry in the quiet spaces they share, the first to say, “I love you.” 

Tin says it every morning when he passes Can his breakfast. Says it in the afternoon, brushing a kiss against Can’s temple as they sit together for lunch. Says it in between kisses to ice cream sweetened lips after dinner. Says it in the air between them on the weekends where they lie together on Tin’s bed.

Tin’s heart is hurt, bruised and damaged by his family. Can knows it is on the mend, it has been on the mend since the day their fates were wound together. The red thread that binds them stitches each wound shut slowly.

But that does not stop Tin from offering this wounded heart on a platter every day. Tin tears himself open, bit by bit, breaking down his walls and lets Can in. And Can gladly accepts, holds Tin close, cups his heart in his hands like it’s a fragile and precious thing, and promises to keep it safe. 

And Can would fight ten thousand mocking stares and ten thousand sneers to keep Tin’s heart safe. He would fight gladly. And Can knows he would win.

Resolution confirmed, Can runs off to find Tin. They have an anniversary to celebrate after all. The rumors about them be damned.