𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝙽.

ɪ    ᴀᴍ    ᴍᴀʀꜱ'    ꜱᴏʟᴇ    ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ.  ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ    ɪꜱ    ᴀ    ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ    ꜰᴏʀ    ᴛʜᴀᴛ.  

[800ufo]

now orbiting... vendetta's ' martian manhunter. ' [c.] + [g.]

[theoptia]

Sylvia Plath, from Unpublished Poems; “Walking in Winter”

Text ID: All night I have dreamed of destruction, annihilations

[soranatus]

MARTIAN MANHUNTER By Dan Mora, in Justice League Unlimited (2024) #2

[truthqueen]

☆ because no matter how small an act of kindness——or generosity——or simple positivity you put out into the world, it will make a difference.    ,   wonder woman.   teleplay by vendetta.

[800ufo]

“why are you following me”

[ NOW READING / 12+ 21 46 39. ]

granted…   cloaked  figure  hadn’t  exactly  expected  the  bat  to  take  notice  that  he  was  being  followed.   martian  was  slipping  in  and  out  of  tangibility  the  moment  it  was…  questioned.   perhaps  they  were  getting  sloppy  or…   counterpoint,   detective  was  developing  inhuman  abilities.   the  later  hurt  less,   so..   they’d  have  to  go  with  that.   decent  from.   like  a  shameless  child  admitting  to  the  foul  act  of  knocking  over  fine  china,   he  ghosted  around  the  topic  entirely,     “   is  it  considered  following  if  we’re  headed  the  same  way?   “   they  always  find  a  loop—hole  &  otherwise  sound  logic  for  every  situation  they  happen  to  find  themselves  in.   hundreds  of  years  and  they  can’t  tell if  that’s  their   intelligence,   stubbornness,  luck  or  a  combination  of  all  three.   though,   there  might  be  a  falter  in  the  helix..     the  deflecting  was  making  their  ‘excuse’   less  bulletproof.   damage  as  it  was  to  mindscape,   reflected  the  same  onto  friend,  “   …   or  perhaps  you  were  in  desperate  need  of  an  audience  to———   “   immediate  mind—probe  of  suspiciously  withdrawn  bruce  before  realization  sets  in.   there’s  almost  a  smile,   the  destination  actually  seemed  promising:   arms  folded  over  their  torso,     ‘   i  could  be  your  unfortunate  patron.   ’

[800ufo]

absolute ww made me do it... @truthqueen

[800ufo]

absolute ww made me do it... @truthqueen

[mndvx]

HARRY LENNIX as J’ONN J’ONZZ in  ZACK SNYDER’S JUSTICE LEAGUE (2021)

[theoptia]

Carmen Laforet, from Nada

Text ID: You, […] have been my final hope and my final despair.

[800ufo]

i love when comics have both of my goats just standing together

[800ufo]

i jus .

[800ufo]

fhgjg I initially followed you bc I was thinking "oh they're both the last of their kind sort of" but gosh the whole lives a life full of fire/is notably weakened by fire thing might be an issue huh , cackling

j'onn: my immortal enemy is also my friend's life-force....... ? 🤨

[giotefeli]

[800ufo]

i'll go with you . strength in numbers , right ?

[ NOW READING / 12+ 21 46 39. ]

“   …   right.   “   sentiment  was  almost  shared  between  the  two,   but  having  a  partner  who  didn’t  have  to  assure  them  verbally  but  in  spirit  (and  perhaps  strength)  would’ve  done  much  better  for  their  mental——————yet,   they  wouldn’t  hold  it  against  him.   he  was  trying.   and  the  martian  was  tough  to  impress  quickly  &  far  less  likely  to  trust.   that’s  all  that  really  mattered  in  the  art  of…   whatever  it  was  they  were  attending  to.   magicks.   yes.   how  could  he  forget?   the  ailment  that  was  sweeping  metropolis  &  neighboring  cities:   something  that  he  was  almost  sure  he  picked  up  with  his  loss  of  memory.   hm.   they  mustn’t  think  too  much  about  about  that  now.     humanoid——hand  extended  to  offer  ally  a  book;   fallen  from  somewhere,   or  perhaps  taken  for  some  light  reading——————they’d  tell  a  half—truth  if  asked.     but  back  to  the..   teamwork  at  hand.   j’onn  would  continue,   ‘   i  know  much  about  magickal  history,   but  none  of  it’s  usage.   i  cannot  wield  so…   you’ll  be  a  nice  companion———i  hope  i  can  prove  an  equal  amount  of  use  to  your  endeavors.   “

[800ufo]

unironically i ship telepaths with j'onn just so he doesn't have to go through the physical torment most relationships would bring him. why hold hands when i've projected an eternity of longing & devotion directly into your skull for you & you alone??????

[silveragelovechild]

[vigilanthe]

Human lives are fragile and fleeting. It's a lesson he's been taught time and time again. He's gotten bouquets of bruises and a plethora of broken bones. Despite the many times he's been knocked over, he's always gotten back up. And despite the pain physical injuries bring, no amount of bodily harm will compare to the pain of witnessing someone he cares about getting hurt for his sake. It's why he's always preferred to work alone. It's also the reason why he runs teams so tightly. He's strict because he cares.

A soft sigh escapes his lips as he is, once again, humbled by the Martian's wisdom. It always has a way of words... Its speech is simple yet poetic. And the message is always clear. He resolves to let it not meet Alfred. He doesn't really need to be scolded by two different people. "Your concern is appreciated," but... Oh how there is always a but with him, "I know my limits. And I have patched myself up before. If I need help, I will ask for it. Until then, try to have a little faith."

[800ufo]

the  sigh  he  relents  feeds  smallest  amount  of  curiosity  to  prob  at  a  dim  mind;   third  eye  almost  opens  to  venture  but  was  shunned  but  what  began  to  sound  like…   gratitude?   ah..   almost  even  began  to  question  the  validity  of  this  friend  but  it  was  soon  followed  up  by  what  j’onn  knew  him  for  best..   reflecting.   cut  of  deep—set  eyes  reflects  mild  annoyance,  as  much  as  it  could  muster…   molasses  baritone  doesn’t  let  up,   ‘   you  mistake  my  mercy  &  support  as  ill—faith.   foolish  mistake,   shocking  coming  from  you.   “  

although  it  will  not  allow  themself  to  read  the  mind,   he  reads  his  spirit.   his  ego.   his..   heart.   or  what  very  little  the  knight  dared  to  bare  to  anyone  that  still  might  be  breathing.   levitating  haunting  figure  finds  solace  at  the  end  of  a  ledge,   arms  crossed  militant  behind  his  back,   harsh  pavement  rubbed  flat  beneath  a  purple  boot.   “   i  know  you  can  mend  yourself…  that  you’re  capable;   it  isn’t  wrong  to  want  to  stop  the  hurt  before  it  starts.   …   you  would  do  the  same  for  anyone  else.   “   martian  says  nothing  further,   as  if  to  let  the  bat  stew  in  the  broth  of  reprimand.   it  begins  to  drizzle,   gotham’s  usual  gloom  &  bloom  don’t  even  seem  to  let  up  in  the  most  heavy  of  times.   he  wades  &  basks  in  it,   as  if  waiting  for  bruce  to  yet  again  cut  the  cloth  he's  laid.