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But we all lift each other up Learn to shake the demons off Conquer all this world throws at us Cause love is strong enough Bea da Costa || Model || Fire

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“you, sir, are coming with me.” there is not a single fragment of wiggle room left in either her grip or her tone as beatriz bonilla da costa marches out of the apartment with one ted kord in hand. the last eight years have been a whirlwind of pain, and chaos has become a part of bea’s every day life. so naturally, hauling ted’s ass--along with rani, because leaving her unattended would be completely irresponsible. obviously--out of the apartment he shared with booster and she had no business entering without knocking--another bad habit of hers. the list is long--is a no-brainer. “we have a lot to talk about. and i need coffee. --goodmorning, rani, queridinha.”

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She's still not sure it's real. Hearing it from Booster, having that information backed up by Ted, isn't enough when she's staring down the hallway and her feet feel like lead and her heart has grown a half dozen sizes so it takes up her entire torso and squeezes up into her throat. It's too much and not enough all at once. Bea could stop breathing with the weight of it all. And she can still feel the flames of hell licking at her back, her heels, wakes from nightmares screaming for help. For Tora. For forgiveness. 

She's right down the hallway. If they're right. If they're not lying to her. If this hasn't become some magnificently cruel joke the world has decided to play on her already broken heart. Beatriz da Costa needs so badly for Tora to be alive, with every shattered piece of her heart, with everything she has left to give. A thousand dreams have led up to this moment. A few hundred empty wine bottles. A dozen memories of staring at Guy across a table with beers in their hands. 

She cannot bear for it to be a lie. And so she stands, still as a statue, waiting for a sign. A change in the wind. A breath to give her reason. Hope. Tora had always given her hope. Her little sister, her best friend. Bea’s heart aches with the gravity of missing her, a pain doubled every day. 

(Here’s what they never tell you, boys and girls: survivor’s guilt is deadly. It’s a poison that leaks into your bones and shreds you of your decency, of your sleep, of the armor around your heart. And the more people you outlive, the harder it gets to fight it off. Until you’re coughing up your own blood with someone else’s on your hands and you don’t know how to become the woman you once were. Until you’ve taken innocent lives. Until the people you’ve lost should be glad they don’t have to look you in the eyes every day, because you sure as hell can’t look at yourself.)

 "Please." One laborious step after another, too slow, so fast it gives her vertigo, a blink and an eternity. Twist the knob. Push the door. Know the movements. Be ready to break further. "Tora?"

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cheeseitted:

A smirk spread across his face, “pretty boy, huh?” he asked, a smug look on his face. booster turned to look at oliver as he kept walking. “i mean if i’m going to run into anyone – at least it’s you.” 

oliver rolls his eyes. he meant what he said--booster fits the pretty boy type to a t--and far be it from him to deny anyone the right to that title. but also. shut up, bro. “damn right at least it’s me. i’m pretty fucking great.”

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cheeseitted:

CARRYING two cups of coffee – booster was on his way back to his shared apartment to meet ted when he ran into none other then the green arrow or well, oliver queen. he grinned immediately at the comment, before taking a drink of his coffee. 

“for such a big city – i always seem to be running into the same people.” 

“well you’ve just got good luck, then, huh pretty boy?” ollie’s grin widens a hair. he falls into step with booster and sticks a hand in his pocket while the other cards through his darkening hair. “especially if you’re running into people as cool as me.”

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greenlcntern:

“ please. if anybody has anybody whipped here, it’s me keeping him on a tight leash.” patently false. barry was not the one who had gone from wild to domestic, who used to spend his weekend digging himself deeper into credit card debt at some dive bar or another and had traded that lifestyle in for the world’s gayest dog and saturday nights watching documentaries. “ besides, my mistress is obviously you. ” ollie still somehow evoked all those good ol’ days feelings in him with none of the bad—the crushing sense of inadequacy, the debt, the endless list of odd jobs and eviction notices. he’d lucked out with his friends, hal had. who would’ve thought. “ haven’t you heard? i’m a comedic genius. or, you know, i’m a guy with inconsistent work hours and the only things on tv at two in the afternoon are kids’ movies, soap operas, and reality tv reruns. inevitably it comes to a point where i’m all caught up on the kardashians. ”

just as ollie knew dinah had been the one to keep him whipped, he knew that barry--the more responsible, adult, less dramatically altered of the two--was the one in control of that particular relationship. in many ways, he and hal weren’t that different. with their affinity for bars and mistakes and drinking and sex and... all the bad habits htey had both tried for years to quit but that had somehow managed to define their young lives. both of them. sometimes felt like it still did. also, they both compensated with humor. so there was that. “i take a ridiculous amount of pride in knowing i can draw you away from your golden boy, jordan. that means i’m the most special girl.”

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harperarsenall

There’s a voice in his head that sounds suspiciously like Hal’s telling him to give it a shot, that there’s room for change in people. Of course he’d like to have Ollie be a part of his life, there’s too much history for him to just walk away from it. In what capacity he doesn’t really know, but he’s wiling to try and figure it out. See if there’s something worth saving. 

“Not yet, but I’d hate for you to be late to Clark Kent.” He laughs and shrugs his shoulders, worries his bottom lip between his teeth. “I look forward to reading your clever sidestep when he asks you about the Victoria’s Secret model you’re supposedly dating.” 

oliver chuckles, and the weight of it is almost unbearable. the ease that would have once lightened this conversation has long-since passed and... it’s troubling. but ollie swallows regret down like a bad burp and keeps going, looks around at the city, at the sky. then finally, at roy again. his gaze lingers on lian and the regret pushes harder against his ribcage. he breathes a little harder. “that’s not a rumor that i would hate to keep in circulation.” 

but his thoughts drift to dinah for all of a second and he knows that sentiment isn’t honest, either. he will side-step and avoid all rumors of romance until one of them trips him up entirely. or she comes back. “will you still be in the city in a few hours?”

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gothamsrxdhood:

“Well, I suppose that’s a testament to the fact that you can truly be anything you set your mind to.” Jason drawls and resists the urge to roll his eyes again. “And smiling is the first thing Batman karate kicks out of you when you hit the age of thirteen. Unless you’re Grayson of course.” This is why he just needs to stay away from the manor on a more permanent basis, extended periods of time there drive him to do things like–driving to Metropolis for the afternoon just to get away. 

“Besides, you’re not exactly radiating positivity at the moment either Queen. Get into a money fight with Wayne Industries?” 

the whole encounter is putting a significant damper on ollie’s mood. he likes to think of himself as a relatively positive person. not a barry allen ray of sunshine or anything, but certainly... optimistic in most regards. the arrow is a different thing entirely, he knows that. also knows that he doesn’t accomplish his optimism goal nearly as often as he hopes. still, he levels jason with a steely gaze for all of a second before he switches over to the queen heir smile, all charm and gravitas. 

“competitors can still be friends, y’know. not everything has to be a war.”

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prcttybvrd:

his grin still causes her stomachs to do backflips, no matter how many times she’s seen it. she knows him inside and out, and yet sometimes it’s like she’s getting to know him all over again. he has the ability to make her forget the rest of the world exists. a playful smile passes her lips at his question. “is training with me not enough for you anymore?” she takes a step towards him, raising her eyebrows in a somewhat of a challenge. but he’s not wrong, there’s another reason she’s here.

he chuckles, lets his free hand run through his hair in a gesture he’s been using for way too long. way too long. “you mean letting you wipe the floor with my ass? always a treat, pretty bird.” he feels kind of nauseated when he looks at her, head spinning, gut-wrenching in all the best and worst of ways. dinah lance is a trip he can’t keep himself from taking whenever presented. “but we both know that isn’t it.”

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harperarsenall:

“Forgot you had a meeting out here.” Roy manages a small smile, adjust’s Lian’s sleeping form against his chest so her face is snuggled into the space between his neck and his shoulder. He’s past the stage where he flinches every time he sees his former mentor, but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t that piece of something else that comes up in the back of his throat, make the veins in his arms ache. “Mechanical engineering lecture.” He says, in way of an explanation. 

“Everything go to plan?” 

it’s awkward in a way oliver isn’t sure they’ll ever get past. there’s too much history. too many mistakes and missteps. and it’s a goddamn shame because, while he’s not perfect, oliver would like to think he’s gotten better. not that that will ever earn him a spot in lian’s life. he swallows back his thoughts and shrugs. “just a board meeting. and a lunch with clark kent later today.” 

he looks at lian’s sleeping form for a second, drags his eyes back up to roy’s face. “you had lunch yet?”

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greenlcntern:

“ well, the missus has gotten pretty wise. suspects there might be a mistress and all. so i’ve had to be on my very best behavior, ” hal joked, fluttering his lashes, because if there was anybody worth standing around in a dumb line in dumb metropolis with, it was oliver queen. “ speaking of. have you ever thought about how the main character in that cars franchise is like if you and barry had a car baby? his name is lightning mcqueen. ” hal wasn’t actually positive that was right, but when had that ever stopped him from announcing things with confidence?

“as if you’d ever cheat. allen has you whippedi.” hal and off-the-wall were often synonymous, and though he would keep it to himself until the day he died, ollie knew it was part of the reason he liked the lantern so much. humor was sparing in the justice league, especially as the world got darker, as the dark corners of the universe encroached closer and closer to earth. hal was a bright spot in all of that. maybe that’s what barry saw in him. maybe it was something else entirely. “where do you come up with this shit?”

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gothamsrxdhood:

“Do I just have a face that says ‘if you’re a playboy billionaire please come talk to me?’” Jason rolls his eyes and sighs exaggeratedly, tucking his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and pulling the baseball cap he’s wearing even lower over his eyes. He’s not about to divulge his reasons for being in the city, let alone to someone like Queen who’s dressed to the nines in what can’t be anything less than Armani. “Because if I do, I could add a really interesting an lucrative side venture to this whole thing.” 

jason motherfucking todd. though he had been the one to speak first, oliver still had to resist the urge to frown. the misfortune of jason todd’s life seemed to follow him literally everywhere he went. everywhere. he shouldn’t associate a boy--innocent in the beginning--with his own tragedy, but he is. he does. because tragedy follows jason like a dark cloud. “you don’t have an expression that begs anyone to talk to you on first looks. do you still know how to smile?”

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divincdfuture:

     barbara arcs a brow, surprise flitting across her face for only a second before she offers oliver a small smile. “ it can’t be so big if we’re running into each other on a street corner. ” she retorts jokingly, hands resting in her lap as she peers up at him. “ i’m on a shopping expedition. turns out metropolis is a bit better with their flash sales than gotham. what’s your excuse ?? ”

of all the people in his... circle of associates, oracle--barbara--either-or, has never been one he’s particularly close to. he hears about her, about her incredible work, on a damn-near weekly basis, but that’s about as far as it goes. (for the record, if batman isn’t using her talents, it’s dinah. and dinah talks about her--talks about both--so often he sometimes wonders if there isn’t more going on.) “got an interview with clark kent in a little bit. and some board meetings this morning. found anything worth it, yet?”

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greenlcntern:

fun fact: metropolis was hands down the best place to get a philly cheesesteak. you would think it would be philadelphia, but nope ! metropolis had claimed that title a long time ago. as much as he was on a poké kick these days, and even hawaii had to compete with coast city’s poké flair, sometimes you just wanted a down-and-dirty, cheese whiz and bottom-of-the-barrel meat cheesesteak. hence why he stood now in line to the walk-up window for a real hole-in-the-wall called 99 miles to philly, because he had no flights on deck that day, some business he was supposed to be handling later that afternoon, and a couple hours to kill. more than enough time to lantern portal over to metropolis to kick his cheesesteak craving. but hal was hal, and ollie was ollie, and questionable as hal’s skills of observation might be, he’d recognize that voice anywhere. he whipped around.

“ you stalking me or something? ” 

oliver snorted, a genuine bona-fide laugh forcing its way from his nose. he would run into hal jordan in metropolis when there was nothing official happening. when it seemed like every hero in the damn country had found themselves in the city for entirely civilian reasons. he managed an actual smile as the laughter faded, took a sip of his coffee and opted to join hal in line, even though he had no intentions of getting cheesesteak. when in rome, right? 

“yeah, jordan. i’m stalking you. gotta steal you from allen while i have my chance.”

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soulshiines:

     “ big city, small world, ” dick offers by way of explanation, giving ollie a friendly clap on the shoulder as he nurses his own cup of coffee.  it’s an easy, if sort of false routine to fall into around people like oliver.  people that he knew as robin and dick grayson before they were one and the same.  “ i borrowed a gadget from clark’s…summer home, gotta return it.  what brings you to the city of tomorrow ?? ”

‘ a meeting with the man, himself. he wants to discuss a couple of new... interview techniques. ’ ollie knows that he’s not the most popular of the justice league. he’s stepped on toes all around and not the least the titans. they tolerate him, rule of thumb. ‘ seems we’re heading in the same direction. ’

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prcttybvrd:

“ollie,” she smiles at the nickname, despite the little voice in her head that tells her he doesn’t deserve even that. if she’s being honest, she’s never listened much to it when it comes to ollie. “would you believe i need to let off a little steam? and you’re the only one within a fifty mile radius who isn’t afraid to fight with me.” 

despite himself, he cracks a grin. all their history, all their break ups and make ups and fights and fucks. all that and it comes down to this, every time. to that beautiful smile and a teasing reply that means he can’t help but give her what she wants. whatever it is. everything it is. “oh is that all?”