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now orbiting... vendetta's ' martian manhunter. ' [c.] + [g.]
Sylvia Plath, from Unpublished Poems; “Walking in Winter”
Text ID: All night I have dreamed of destruction, annihilations
MARTIAN MANHUNTER By Dan Mora, in Justice League Unlimited (2024) #2
☆ 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.
“why are you following me”
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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same onto friend, “ … or perhaps you were in desperate need of an audience to——— “ immediate mind—probe of suspiciously withdrawn bruce before realization sets in.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. ’
absolute ww made me do it... @truthqueen
absolute ww made me do it... @truthqueen
HARRY LENNIX as J’ONN J’ONZZ in ZACK SNYDER’S JUSTICE LEAGUE (2021)
Carmen Laforet, from Nada
Text ID: You, […] have been my final hope and my final despair.
i love when comics have both of my goats just standing together
i jus .
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....... ? 🤨
i'll go with you . strength in numbers , right ?
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“ … 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. “
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??????
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."
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.