( smirks, tightening his grip. one final harsh tug before he pulls away, letting his hand drop to his thigh. )
"don't"? you don't get to tell me what to do. what, are you too afraid to show me your face?
you don't know, but you're wearing it.
( smiles. something cruel flickers in those blue eyes. )
so, what happens if i just...?
( grabs the mask and tugs on it, trying to see if it'll come off. )
"boring? maybe."
grins, delighted.
"you're so dedicated, doing all of that you do for me. i almost feel... flattered. but it's not going to work. you know that, right?"
oh, you're sorry...? me sitting down doesn't mean you can fall asleep on me.
( squints, staring at the mask with interest. )
what is that? why are you wearing that?
my take on the "you don't speak for us!" scene where homelander fantasizes about lasering a crowd.
content warnings are at the top.
https://t.co/Vc27McOiue
"oh, golly gee shucks. what makes you think i give a fuck?"
homelander's going to fix that... or so he thinks. he tilts his head, measuring the distance between them.
the height difference between them makes him feel small, so he keeps his gaze on whatever is eye level. +
I've had a real long fuckin' day—and I don't need a whiny cunt with a tiny dick throwing a bitch fit 'cause they think they're a God amongst man.
Spoiler alert, I've fuckin' met God and ain't not one a bigger fuckin' bitch than her!"
...This twink absolutely talks to much—