no gods & no masterpieces .

what is loss to a god , after all? who play and gamble with us mortals? what is loss to a king, after all? who reign from with golden scepters and crowns made of sand. ind sel. multi muse. ft. ocs and canons from tv, film, & books. as written by cas.

[casualtyloss]

we gotta get away from here. we gotta get away from here.

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hisherald‌ :

       THE WORDS HIT LIKE BRICKS. She wanted to protest, to tell him he was wrong, that she was nothing like a legend, she was only a girl who needed her boyfriend to tell her it was okay, that everything they’d been through wouldn’t break them. Or him. Or was it too late for that? They’d ripped him from the fiery flames, but… was it too little too late?  “Nick… let’s just talk about something else…”

but there’s a cadence to his steps that pulls him away, walking around her room like he was unfamiliar with it. Parts of him fading in and out until he finds his perch by her window, a great distance from her. Fiery eyes dimmed now as he studied her. Trying to put recollection to fact. To the reality of who she was before him and who she might have been in his head for the last few...months. “ Like what? “

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prcsopa‌ :

𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂  𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙽𝚃  𝙰𝚂  𝙿𝙾𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽  𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂  —–  it  fills  him  like  thick  sludge  looking  to  seep  from  the  tips  of  his  fingers  ,  his  lips  ,  his  pores  .  anywhere  for  the  wretchedness  to  escape  and  he  is  drawn  forward  with  his  head  cocked  to  the  side  as  if  that  somehow  would  give  him  a  better  look  at  the  fell  witch  .  ❛    caleb  ,  you  fool ❜  it’s  the  power  rising  in  his  voice  that  makes  it  echo  against  the  walls  and  he’s  returned  to  circling  the  other  with  the  same  predatory  likeness  that  would  incorporate  a  fairly  vigilant warning  to  anyone  watching  in  

❛          it  was  always  going  to  end  this  way  ,  from  the  moment  i  stepped  foot  into  this  sink pit  of  a  town  —-  this  is  exactly  where  you  and  i  were  fated  to  end  up        ❜      he  knows  where  they’ll  end  up  ,  decrepit  and  alone  —  the  world  was  not  easy  on  their  kind  with  power  but  he  always  aimed  higher  than  the  rest  ,  indulged  further  than  anyone  could  ever  imagine  ,      ❛      this  is  your  life  too  now  ,  you  know  —  that  is  ,  as  long  as  you have it  .  so  why  not  just  cut  the  shit  and  give  me  what  i  want  ?        ❜    

chase might have been right to think of him foolish. It's a ridiculous belief, and some part of him laughs about even considering it, when he'd hold such a strong face to his friends when he'd told them of the circumstances. What the future might hold for him. Dire and bleak as it may have been. But he'd been drowning in the mistakes of his father since he was a boy. Forced to deal with the choices he had made before Caleb could even understand that he had his own to make. But, in his experience, trust and belief, might be all they have when their power is their own cancer and their own addiction.

How he wished it could be so easy — to blame it on fate as if it put him on the path towards them. To him. He wished he could believe it but the bricks were falling where they stood and one way or another one house will fall.

" you're blind. " And addicted. And rotten with greed. But there was no more need to stoke the fire when he can sense the power already echoing throughout the space. If he were any stronger, he could risk making him expend what little or what more of that power Chase had and drain him. But he didn't have time. He can't be smart or reckless with this. " And stupid if you think I'm giving you shit. "

He harnessed energy again in between his palms, air sucked in the shape of a ball and throws it back at him. A momentary distraction. Nothing to put even the slightest of hesitation on him, he's sure but it gives him time to come up with something else. Just a few more minutes until the clock strikes midnight and he turns 18. And maybe, just maybe, he gets lucky enough to end this.

[cherylblossom]

#Archie’s hair looking almost as messy as some of Riverdale’s storylines

[bruciekent]

Ben Afflect as Christian Wolff in “The Accountant” (2016) dir. Gavin O'Connor

[mourirenmartyr]

for my dear @bananaffleck ♥

[tle13]

[papa-evershed]

Jon Bernthal in The Accountant

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wclfgirl‌ :

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐇𝐈𝐌  𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  space like a newborn giraffe fresh out of their mother’s womb, the sight would have been more hilarious to her if her home hadn’t been that space he occupied. Looking at the wreckage under his feet, she had saved her laptop, but now looked at the other debris that littered the room.  It didn’t seem to get any better from there, watching as if in slow motion as he grew more tangled in the wires of the broken lamp and led with his shoulder into her wall.  She closed her own eyes, bracing for impact as if occupying his body, and only peeking when the sound settled.  More damage, she thought with a defeated sigh, certain whatever security deposit she had, was now long gone by the latest addition he left behind.  With the bridge of her nose pinched between her fingers, pushing away her aggravation with a slow breath, Hayley knew she only had herself to blame.  This was what she wrought after he finally settled down into a seat without breaking it.  This was what she deserved.  “ Yeah, food.  You put it in your mouth, keeps you from croaking, and cures pretty much everything when you’re an emotional eater like I wish I was right now. ” Alas, she wasn’t. The only cure-all she could come up with was in a bottle, probably sitting shattered on her living room floor. Another defeated sigh left her from the dreadful thought, lips twisted in thought while she scoured her fridge for something edible.  It wasn’t much, given her culinary skills were limited to removing the plastic film from a microwave dinner and setting a timer.  There were a few staples she could turn towards when in need, however, and grilled cheese was as close to comfort food as she could come by at the time.  It was either that or scrambled eggs, and one seemed a lot more fulfilling than the other to her.  “ You’re clearly not just some drifter or a drunken idiot who had a bad fall.  I can pretend I didn’t see what I know I saw, try to rationalize it, but that’s not really me. That leaves very few possibilities and I’m practically talking to myself right now, aren’t I? ”  She already knew the answer to that.

Rather than attempting any deeper conversation, she concentrated on her current task without ending up with a burnt crust or undercooked cheese in the middle.  It didn’t take long to slide it upon a plate and set it in front of him, eyeing the confused look on his face while he continued taking in his surroundings and the result of her actions.  “ Food, ”  giving a single-worded explanation of what was set in front of him, she settled into a seat adjacent to his, demonstrating even further by pinching off a small corner piece and bringing it to her mouth, chewing and swallowing with some dramatization when she rubbed her stomach as if fulfilled.  She rolled her eyes at herself for that choice. “ You eat food.  It’s good. ”  Simple conversation seemed to work best, at least so far, so she decided not to delve deeper for now while he adjusted.  “ Home? This is my home. Where’s your home? Up there? ”  Hand gestures used to demonstrate what was home to her, she then lifted her eyes upward, pointing to the ceiling and hoping he understood she didn’t mean one floor above, but even further… higher.

everything still perplexed him. From the arrangements of things to the objects crushed under his feet. It was a little difficult to fathom, where he could be, who she could be. He still felt too big for this world. Out of place. And out of his depth. Machine and voices spoke into his ear, almost deafening him to a point until its the girl's voice that brings him back to the present. Food seemingly good enough to anchor him into the moment. Quiet and settled now compared to the thundering of feet and arms into walls and objects he had no name for not yet.

She continued to speak and words kept barely making any sense to him. A string of sentences beyond his comprehension. To which he could only reply is confusion and frustration through a frown and furrowed brows. These people, they looked like him but they weren't like him. Their world seemed all too little for what his Uncle had planned. A future from Krypton where there's already a future being laid out. The thought did leave him a bit unsettled but his priority was trying to make sense of the now. If he had his ship, this conversation might have been done easier.

A solemn nod and he takes the offered meal, follows her action and tried a bit of a bite. Relishing for a moment the curious taste Studying it after as he recalled the words he'd said, taking another bite with more gusto this time. " Good. " He comments, dryly, despite the sliver of a smile that stretches over his lips. Excited as it takes over his features, prompting the scowl off and replacing a more gentle over the sharp lines of his face. " Home? " He asks, distracted, following then her words and the implied meaning without truly understanding it and then the direction she directs with her eyes up above.

Slowly, the smile once again disappeared as he nodded. Setting down the half of his slice back on the plate, he mulled over the words and his actions. How to properly convey the loss of what had really happened to Krypton. What had prompted them to send him all the way here, across stars and worlds. " Home. " He started, showing off his hand in a closed fists that opened abruptly in the guise of an explosion. Home. Gone. No more. And he meets her gaze long after the imaginary dust had settled and wondered if she understood.

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casualtyloss‌:

we gotta get away from here. we gotta get away from here.

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pridcful‌ :

Lydia had screamed herself hoarse in the beginning. Until the time came when she couldn’t tell the difference between her pain and that of the others out there. And that’s when she fell silent. Such a small thing shouldn’t have felt like such a catastrophic defeat but it did. 

Her mind struggled to reconcile his voice with the one she knew and had grown to care for so quickly. Because what were the odds the gods would put them both in one spot? She nodded despite knowing that he couldn’t see her and pressed her body against the wall. “Shit. Sorry, Adam, go find him.” That didn’t stop her from seeking out his hand and giving it a small squeeze. “Hurry. Before they notice.”

it’s almost nothing. Just his name on someone’s lips. Words to interrupt the silence. A mere touch of hand that turns into a grip. Almost. A most cruel word someone once said to him. One of the soldiers he thinks. Dead now. Almost. Something that kills you before it ever reaches your heart. But almost nothing was still something. 

And her voice pulls like a snap somewhere in his brain. 

He crash lands against hers, chest pressed against hers. Brows furrowed in the darkness. As if caging his body against hers would make any of this feel any much closer to sanity. “ W-what? L-lydia?” He doesn’t understand the tremor that suddenly takes over. He doesn’t understand the surge of feeling in his chest. Emotions. Emotions. Emotions trying to kill him ont he spot. But that’s all he allowed before he sucked in a breath, knotted their fingers together and tugged her along with him. 

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prcphesiied‌ :

HER THUMBNAIL FINDS IT’S WAY BETWEEN HER TEETH TO WATCH HIM, green eyes wide to watch him, nervously allowing teeth scrape away the layers of the acrylic. But his smile is enough to draw her own, relaxing a little. Though, she’s cursing herself as she nods at him in agreement for him to wait outside. There’s a mix of shame and humiliation swirling in her chest, and she wouldn’t blame him if he took the opportunity to escape the unstable girl who had climbed a shelf and nearly it knocked it down on top of both of them.

The clerk doesn’t seem to notice her still flushed cheeks and the fact that she’s carrying her heels. Just rings her up like it’s normal and she takes her bag to head outside. Offering a smile as she steps out the door, and he hadn’t fled. “ Hey. I didn’t scare you off completely. Coffee? ” Because it could be a whole lot worse, and maybe she needs a moment to settle. Alone, she’ll just spiral in the embarrassment. 

“ don’t ya worry that pretty little head of yours, “ he offered with some sense of faux severity before a smile is stretching over his features. A grin that nearly takes over all his face. The last few minutes just spent standing about and watching people as they walked past him and went on about their own business. “ Takes a lot more than that to scare me off. “

Maybe he’d just sensed her nervousness. Or her palpable guilt that made him want to be nice. Or she’s just pretty. Either way, Camden can’t say. Instead he offers her his arm and leads the way towards the nearby cafe he was pretty sure she’d meant. 

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scartissueex‌ :

Frustration rolled off of the wolf, so strong that you could probably feel it without supernatural senses. Inhaling sharply, head shook. “If that makes you feel better, but don’t forget that you’re the one that brought this up. If you really thought I wasn’t going to question you about it, then you don’t know me at all.” Derek wasn’t good at this type of thing, but considering the past he had? A lot was learned from everything that had happened to him. He was trying to be better now, but situations like this didn’t really help. Hands spread out in front of him, flexing callus digits briefly. “Why bring it up, if you don’t really want to tell me?”

“ no. figured i’m the one with the wrong sense to think that some shit don’t need saying. “ Then again, that really could just be him. Honest words had never been readily available at his disposal. Words hurled in anger, in frustration, as projectiles, those he still had good in hand. This honesty bullshit and introspection, hardly. But he kept his mouth quiet. He kept his lips shut. His frustration going back six feet under, buried along with the rest of his rage, regret, disappointment. Everything that made it so hard to breathe in the morning. “ Just forget about it, Derek. S’all bullshit in the end. “

[casualtyloss]

we gotta get away from here. we gotta get away from here.

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hi. i’m definitely going to be moving this blog at some point. because it’s so cluttered and i need to close down on some things. will probably remove/add other muses to the new ones eventually. 

[singersonlydaughter]

@casualtyloss followed!

“I’m not touching that damn thing.”

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“ Oh come on. Just pull my finger, kid. “

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harbingerofdebauchery‌ :

Raising his eyebrows, he was curious to see just how the other would actually respond. Given the other fact willingly made his way from his bedroom to the bathroom something had to be going on with him. For all he knew it might’ve been the concussion that brought him to the loft in the first place. Or it could’ve been something completely different. Either way he was actually amused at the situation. Magnus wasn’t bothered by the fact the other had caught him fresh out of the shower. There was nothing for him to be bothered by. But clearly Lucian was and he wasn’t about to keep him there longer than necessary. “You can let me get dressed. Or you can ask me your question. It must’ve been important for you to find me in my own bathroom.” Which was his way of saying once again that Lucian needed to spit out whatever it was on his mind.

“ i, “ He paused again, quiet for a substantial amount of time before he manages to find some semblance of clarity in the sudden haze that took over. Sense falling back into place as he finally faced the other. “Can I go home yet? “ He asks, with the exhaustion of someone who hadn’t been in bed for the last two days, unconscious and weary. He needed to be in his own bed. Surrounded by books again. That’s what he needed. Not thinking about things he shouldn’t.