He's hiding, the half collapsed pillar in an abandoned office building, halfway ruined and completely left to collapse in metropolis.
His core is pulsing, air freezing and eyes not focused.
Metropolis is big and bright.
There is no way they could get him here, not with kryptonian heroes at its beck and call. Danny saw Supergirl save the day, the big blue at her tail, saving civilians.
Danny followed the official daily planet channel and reads along every line Lois Lane and her husband, Clark Kent, write each time, making people aware of problems, and most importantly exposing people.
The rich and corrupted.
So yes, is it frightening? Anxiety filling? Putting trust into complete strangers in hopes they'd uncover the Guys in White if they appear in the city?
Yes, yes it is.
He hopes Jon, the boy he has been helping with homework in a cafe, won't miss him too much in case it does happen.
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ce characters when you've been going to bed too late (oh no now you're sleep deprived and have constant headaches)
it's me, i'm sleep deprived and have constant headaches.
steve: you won't sleep early? you scroll the interwebs even when he tells you in a very nice manner that it's lights out and time to snuggle? phone jail. you're not getting it back until the morning. "but what if there's an emergency?" well FRIDAY will have to notify you because that darn phone is going in the other room, yes he's being an old man about this but he's also squashing you like a fine weighted blanket so. there.
andy: bless his heart, he's also sleep deprived. and yet his stinky ass has the audacity to stand there with his arms folded, lecturing you on early bedtimes like you BOTH don't have splitting cluster headaches and an inability to focus. shame. go on, you're going to have to shame one another into showering and brushing teeth and getting into bed- no more emails, leave it- and finally, finally, turning the darn light off.
curtis: does this man sleep? by god he does. he has an illegally early start every morning so he goes to bed at 10:30 on the dot like an old man. that means he doesn't know that you stay up until 1, puttering about and doing whatever, tired but somehow disconnected from the ability to lay down and stop thinking. and this goes on for how long?? until he sees you frozen in the middle of the day, exhausted brain trying to catch you up on what you needed from the living room. then it's forced curfew. he points to the bed? you lay down. he's two hundred pounds, he'll make sure you stay there.
ari: another deep sleeper. you could watch a whole vlog next to him and the big lump just goes on snoring in his skivvies like an ol' bear. it's the hubris that gets you caught. a too bright scene makes you turn away and blink rapidly until the spots fade away... and you see ari staring at you, eyebrow raised, unhappy scowl underneath all that beard. ha. haha. oops. evening phone time is suspended indefinitely. it's going on the nightstand on his side and you're going under his arm, nose to pit, until you get a good night's rest.
jake: oh sweet fellow anxiety-haver, gamer, busy to-doer. of all these baes, he's the one who understands staying up for an hour longer, maybe two, just gotta finish this XML sheet or get to the next save point. but he's also an army man through and through. wakes up at 0600 hours (ew), goes for a quick run, jumps in the shower, makes breakfast all before you wake up. and you wake up slower and slower these days :(( so it's his new personal mission to stop at 11pm and scoop you up from whatever you're doing for bed time.
ransom: yes he gets up and writes in the middle of the night, sue him. it's called ✨inspiration✨ which is totally normal for a writer, it's better than writer's block and- hey! what are you doing up?? you're losing beauty sleep and he's slipping melatonin into your mouth, tucking you against his side, and rubbing slow lovely circles on your temples. you're no good to him like this, he scoffs, the house would probably get burnt down and you wouldn't notice. but he keeps tracing your eyebrows juuuuust right so you let that pass. for now.
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get enough sleep, kids. head ouch.
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I had every intention of working on More Than This tonight, but, uh, then I got attacked by a Psycho Killer plot bunny that was way too good to ignore.
And oh! What's this?? Look who just walked in...
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Who should I start writing about next? I'm not including Bucky in this poll bc he's already in the works and coming soon, dont worry 🤭
Visuals for the people who dont know
Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian from ACOTAR series
Ghost, König and Keegan from COD
Btw Ghost also looks like this sometimes (he is so baby girl 😌)
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Safe with him - Chris Evans [Blurb]
pairing: Chris Evans x neutral!reader
summary: Chris discovers you got assaulted coming back from your job. After that Chris takes you and picks you up from your job.
a/n: it's almost 2am, so bear with me. btw, this was requested by (x) and (x).
TW: mentions assault (not explicit), bruises, and unsafe feelings. Do not read if you feel triggered, thanks.
Feedback, comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated <3
It was around 9 am when you woke up, still shaken from the night before. You did your morning routine, pretending it was a typical day, but it wasn't. You were feeling sick and nervous, it was like they stole from your house and not your purse, and they left an evident mark on your face and neck that saluted you when you finally dared to stare at yourself in the mirror. You washed your face carefully, avoiding touching your cheeks. Even though it hurt, you applied makeup to cover the bruises and then took a pill for the pain with your breakfast.
You did your day as normal as you could, running errands and filling out paperwork, forgetting about yesterday until you got an email from your bank letting you know your account will be frozen for the next three weeks.
You arrived home (feeling bad the whole ride) and went to wash your face, removing the extra layers of concealer and foundation you applied earlier. You were making a simple dinner since it was just you for the next few days until Chris came back from filming, and you were praying the bruise wasn't noticeable by then. You didn't want to tell him you got mugged. He already felt bad, leaving you for weeks -sometimes months- by yourself; you didn't want to add up to his load.
You were enjoying the show Netflix recommended when you heard a noise. It was the door opening. It made your body flinch and your heart race as you slide down the sofa.
"Honey, I'm home!" you heard his voice. It was your boyfriend. He is a safe person. You are safe with him.
"Oh my god, it's you," you murmured as you recomposed yourself. He placed his suitcases in the foyer. "Thought it was a robber."
"I don't think a burglar would announce themselves," he said making his way to you with a smile on his face that dropped when he got close to you. "Who did this to you?" he carefully placed his hand on your shoulder and neck to inspect your profile. You were going to tell them the truth, but the only thing that came out was muffled cries as you leaned towards him and he welcomed you with his arms. You instantly felt safe and secure with him as he rubbed your back to help you let it out.
"I got... assaulted last night... coming back from my job... wasn't even late and..." you were saying, hoping he understood you through your crying.
"It's okay, babe. I'm here." he hugged you a bit harder, not caring about his light sweater getting damp by your tears.
"...and they got my bag... lost everything."
"It's okay, that doesn't matter y/n." he comforted you as you cried. "Did you call the police or-" you nodded, interrupting him as you calm yourself.
"Someone found me sitting in the street and call them, so I had to fill in forms and everything. Was pretty bad."
"Did you call someone?" you kept silent and he took it as a no. "Why not?"
"Didn't want to. You were busy and-"
"And I would have gone there and held your hand and helped you, y/n. And if I couldn't I would have called Scott or mom." you heard the worry in his voice as he played with your hair, the action was soothing. "I'm glad you are okay," he said before kissing your temple.
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Chris picked you up that night just like yesterday. It passed almost two weeks. The bruises were long gone but you still felt unsafe after taking a few days off, so he decided to become your chauffeur.
The ride with him is fun and light, you sing along to the music, you update him about the clients that come and go every day and he tells you about a possible project he was to join.
Life is better with him by your side.
༄✧*‧₊˚✧ ・゚*:・・゚✧*:・゚✧˖*°࿐
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umm wip :))))) i might be using this as a cover wjen I RELEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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not to be about opera again but to be about opera again. as an art form it has the reputation of being super stuffy and something for snobs who don't know how to have fun only but honestly this was one of, perhaps even THE main theatrical entertainment for centuries. i wish people knew how hard these things can go and how engaging they can be. like characters kill and die and fight wars and (almost) commit human sacrifice left and right. characters fall in love they mourn they're ecstatic they cry they're furious it's an extremely dramatic and emotional art form! and i understand that opera does not appear approachable bc of the general conventions of the art form but i promise old works can be fun and engaging if you go watch them with some preparation beforehand (reading the libretto helps) - not to mention not all operas are old bc there are so many modern operas which engage with topical events! also the music slaps.
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Je refuse de parler de novembre qui a été un tel vide productif que c'est comme si j'avais décidé de faire un contre-Nanowrimo
Mais décembre commence fort et ce week-end, j'ai écrit plus que sur la totalité de novembre \O/
Statut de l'omégaverse officiel : 19 369 mots (+ 6110 mots !!!), et je peux désormais dire qu'on est tout proche de la fin, genre à deux scènes de la fin. J'aimerais remercier celleux qui y ont cru, je n'en faisais pas partie 👍
Statut de la Version Procrastination : 3143 mots (+ 772 mots), parce qu'au bout du compte elle n'a pas été intégrée à la version officielle. Je ne suis pas sûre de la finir, même si elle ne va globalement pas être beaucoup plus longue (si elle atteint 5000 mots, ce sera le bout du monde). On verra ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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literally crawling out of my skin today so here's all the things i want to stim on - ce characters version.
curtis: his wool coat, not my favorite texture to wear but its nice and rough, wanna drape it over my head and be in the dark. 😶🌫️ touch the beanie, following the ribs and then running my nails perpendicular so it makes the zz zz sound. his buzzcut and beard, running my hands over that like a fidget toy. shmelling him, big sniffs 🫠
jake: his chin!! his chinny chin chin wanna lay on his chest and put my ear next to his goatee while i play w it ✨️asmr✨️ tattoos tracing 💕 no thoughts only that weird bull/taurus on his shoulder and others he might have picked up in the service. hehe is he ticklish? we'll find out
steve: arm 😐 bichep 😐 chewing him, biting him very gently 😐 i think it'd be ok if i did it kinda hard too idk steebie is tough... a little masochistic maybe... wont mind if i gnaw like the hamster. would also like to sniff snorff, think he would smell very clean like laundry. reset the brain.
ari: beard beard beard beard rub rub rub scratch fluff nuzzle sneef lemme go crazy on him and then get crushed to death with a bear hug please compress all the feeling out of me. smells very good big sniffs 😣 hides in his flannel, no light good
andy: get rid of tie.. and button up 🥺 looking makes me overstimulated. touch the beard, touch the quiff, brushie brushie. lay head on shoulder and be rubbed on the back, sneef sneef the cologne smell in a quiet room 😖
ok thats all the brain power i have in me. gonna go blanket burrito myself and sniff a candle. 💕💕 feel free to reblog and add your own stims.
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Ce que cache un masque
J’aperçois peu de choses à travers les deux fentes découpées dans le bois, mais l’ampleur de vos huées me dit que vous êtes venus en nombre. Toujours populaires, ces exécutions publiques, n’est-ce pas ? Et vous avez amené vos enfants, je les entends aussi. J’imagine ce que vous leur dites, en les serrant fort dans vos bras. « Regarde, tu n’as plus rien à craindre, ils l’ont attrapé. Ils vont le tuer et tu pourras à nouveau jouer dehors sans avoir peur. »
Et vous aussi, vous pourrez l’oublier, cette peur qui vous saisissait aux tripes dès qu’un de vos marmots ne rentrait pas à l’heure pour le diner. Vous pourrez à nouveau les laisser gambader sans surveillance. L’assassin va bientôt se balancer au bout d’une corde. Quel dommage que le masque dont il est affublé vous prive de la délectation de ses grimaces d’agonie !
Et vous d’imaginer le visage terrifiant qui vous est caché. Vos enfants doivent se représenter quelque croque-mitaine. Vous, adultes, me prêtez sans doute un faciès atrocement déformé, à peine humain, le genre de visage qui condamne à être montré du doigt, chassé à coups de pierres. Un visage qui met en garde. « Les enfants, ne vous approchez pas de ce type ! »
Qui, parmi vous, comprend que c’est là la raison d’être de cette tradition ? Vous demandez-vous seulement pourquoi les coupables des meurtres les plus atroces ne sont exhibés que masqués ?
C’est pour vous rassurer, braves gens. Je ne peux être qu’un monstre. Vous n’avez rien en commun avec moi. Le Mal est aisément identifiable. Et inscrit dans un individu dès la naissance, puisqu’il a façonné ses traits.
Je suis au regret de vous dire que mon visage est des plus ordinaires. Je pourrais être votre voisin, votre père, votre ami d’enfance. Je pourrais être vous. Vous pourriez être moi.
La banalité, voilà ce que cache le masque.
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So is ghosted worth watching?
idk if I can get past chris’ obscene teeth but i really want to watch Ana kick ass in a crappy wig. can you tell i’m bitter? 🤣
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Found a very cool pastel cat sweater at the bins but I have literally nothing that matches it well, so I always struggle to make outfits with it lol
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Mammon is the kind of idiot in a relationship to not take nonverbal signals correctly
You could stretch out your hand and he’d look at you slightly confused then proceed to shake your hand
You’d take your hand away then give it to him but he’d shake your hand again
Until you say you wanted to hold hands causing him to blush and cover his face from embarrassment
Though content that you still hold his hand
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Écrire un OS qui se passe après la fic que j'ai pas fini d'écrire, tout va bien
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θ::|| @gunslingcr has encountered the corrupted
She had made the wooded area a base of operations of sorts. Away from humanity, a perfect spot to camp out while she hunted for the nearby artifact. She rigged the area around her camp with snares and other traps to keep any prying eyes out and had managed to string up a few Templars who wandered too close to the region seeking the same thing she was after. They weren't so fortunate to be let go and served to feed her corruption and keep it sated for the time being. When she had finished with them, she strung a few of them up by their feet, leaving them as grim warnings from the trees.
It was while she was resetting one of her snare traps, perfectly balanced on a branch when she heard someone heading into her area. Giving a jerk of her head, Ikaros immediately took off to scout the area. A lone man, no signs of Templar regalia on him, hoofing it into her area. That wouldn't do.
Clicking her tongue to call Ikaros back, she grabbed her bow from her back, maintaining her balance, as notched an arrow and drew back the bowstring. Steadying herself, she held her breath, counted to three in her head, and released. The arrow whistled through the air, landing right in front of his feet. Exactly as intended. A warning shot. These woods were not a safe place for him.
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