IT IS LOVE.

𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙴 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚄𝚂. [ * HAWKGIRL,  𝖇𝖞 𝖗𝖔́𝖎𝖘𝖎́𝖓 ]

[mikejbecker]

Hawkgirl

[chayaras]

mikejbecker: Hawkgirl

[oldfilmsflicker]

Comment je me suis disputé… (ma vie sexuelle), 1996 (dir. Arnaud Desplechin)

[chayaras]

i      &     you     ––    has there ever been any difference between the two?

[chayaras]

*   images  of        shiera  hall        ––          shayera  hol.

[chayaras]

@starrkaren  asked:      i was terrified of what i knew i could be.

                   ❝  a repeat?  ❞                     it isn’t hard to place the personalized hurt in her own tone.  she can place that fear well,  finding yourself a clone,   an echo of something.      [    WHAT IF THAT IS ALL YOU ARE?    ]       it is a baffling,  horrifying position to be placed in.  it can claw at you with a ferocity unmatched.           ❝  yes.   but it is,  well,  only a fear.   &  the only salve for fear,  or terror,  is to face it head on.  ❞             she takes a deep breath before she finally settles her gaze on karen,  heavy and intimate,  one which places itself with intent.  it is rare,  after all,  she looks at someone lightly.  as if to say,  you are quite yourself,  i think,  she offers a smile   ––  a soft and rounded thing,   a friendly curve.             ❝  there is,   always,   a way to stave it off.     in this case,  proverbially  . . .   because should we kill our doubles    –    i think we’d have to face quite a many deal of consequences.  ❞           this time,  the smile she wears is to herself,  as she removes her eyes from karen.          ❝  well,   maybe you have.  you said was.   i suppose i shouldn’t try and hazard offering you advice or put words in your mouth when you have the wisdom of   ‘was’   on your side.  ❞          she rationalizes,  silently,  that she might simply be projecting onto little things here  &  there.   she hates the feeling of being so on edge.   so dangerously close to a cliffside of offensive nature,  of something much more aggressive than she’d ever made herself out to be before.                     ❝  whatever it was,  is,   you’re not now.   are you?  ❞

[chayaras]

actually hawkman & shayera severing ties and her being kinda replaced is a good thing because she gets 2 date women

[rosources]

ASK MEME:      DEICIDE,      THE GARAGES.

deicide: the act of killing a god or gods, known or unknown, accidental or deliberate.

we clean our hands, and there is no residue.

there is no blood because there is no guilt.

you are no better than me.

i thought i heard your laughter.

when i turned around to find you, you were gone.

i thought it would be us forever, together against the world. but here i am, standing alone.

ashes is all that remains.

please, don’t leave me behind.

one day, i’ll see you again, i promise you.

if i do not believe that, then i cannot believe that anything will change until i’m dead.

if we don’t fight back now, i don’t know if we will.

you might’ve killed me once, but you won’t get that chance again.

i’m gonna roast you like inferno roasts with hate — with unbearable pain.

reality is changing.

step up to the plate.

i won’t be your tool again.

this is my redemption arc. i will be redeemed.

it’s time for bloodshed.

godspeed, you beautiful bastards.

i’m switching in and out of my daydreams.

they served us all our heads on a spike.

i’m not here for you, though i have so much to avenge.

i can’t conceal my anger, and i have no love for you.

i don’t know if i’ll die.

fine. won’t waste my fucking time.

what do you know about fairness?

if the last few years were proof enough, then you and i both know what’s on our minds.

is this a hostile takeover?

no one will die in your name but you.

there’s nothing like a god to make you feel small.

could you tell me what on earth it’ll take to get back to the way things used to be? to get back to me?

i’ve been making deals with the devil you can’t see.

you’re not the only one who gets to make plans.

if i don’t kill you the first time, i will kill you the second time.

it’s been really tough, but this too shall pass.

[chayaras]

anyone wanna chat dynamics

[chayaras]

waiting for the day i’ve written enough on this blog that i can start comfortably asking the community at large to write hawkman with me in the verse i wanna create 🙈

[chayaras]

i think the choice to make shayera a secretary to start off with to katar was silly 

[wtiennest]

Omar Sharif & his wife Faten Hamama in Dark Waters (Siraa Fil-Mina, 1956)

[chayaras]

@magiz   asked:    some stories make more sense read in reverse.

              ❝  my friendship with you has been entirely constructed of mysteries,   one after another . . .    i’m beginning to suspect it has something to do with you,  zatanna.  ❞   her smile is a tender  &  teasing display,  spread wide as she throws her glance towards her companion before returning it to the task at hand.  underneath a clever contraption,  an adjustable arm holding a magnifying glass,  is a hefty piece of text.  an artifact of old,  littered with writing too small for the bare eye alone.  ❝  but i trust your instincts.   ––    after all,  they are keen.  ❞   she speaks now without lifting her gaze,  meticulously running it over the lines of scribbled words,  over and over.  but taking zatanna’s advice,  she tries now to start at the end of the page,  scrolling her sights up as she reads.

              ❝  it is  . . .    hm.  ❞    she holds her tongue as she checks again,  returning to the end of the page once more,  only to confirm:    ❝  it’s in french,  but backwards.  that’s odd.  i think it’s a cipher,  so there’s likely other materials necessary to get the full picture.  this alone is only a means for understanding.  ❞   she pulls away,  finally,  pushing the glass to the side and lifting the paper up to return it to her friend’s hands.   ❝  i hope that’s helpful.   ––    what are you onto?   something perilous,  or would you have the time for a lunch?  ❞   lips curve to a smirk,  losing her curiosity  ( in expression,  alone,  as mind still undoubtedly lingers on the problem at hand  ).   ❝  i’d like to treat you to something,  if you have the time.  ❞

[chayaras]

i don’t follow any of the more recent shayera shenanigans (i only read abt her interactions w kendra after being resurrected and her having a new ?? backstory or something regarding being the champion of an angel or god or something –– which is all cool and all but i don’t subscribe to it!) but the idea of shayera being brought back, and the curse of chay-ara being severed and therefore her losing that connection, meanwhile carter / hawkman still holds it and falls in fated love with the new hawkgirl, kendra,  ...  the heartbreak of this, and the cutting of ties, and the way she’d have to force herself forwards while finding a purpose for herself + her soul now that she doesn’t have that little voice within her. now that she’s a reanimated corpse, essentially, and devoid of former instinct. that’s so surreal and frankly .... might incorporate it as a verse that is canon divergent and just based on the drama i’d like to write out!

[la-chambre-claire]

[chayaras]

yeah it’s no icons time friends

[deaddrip]

Doodles of some DC gals!! <33

[rosources]

—   lyric starters   :   johanna warren   ,   gemini ii.

you like the warmth of the summer nights, but you can’t escape the call of the winter rain.

i try to keep the light burning bright, but can’t turn away from the pleasure of my pain.

how can you be sorry when you don’t even know what you did?

you can take your stories to hell.

turn back the clock, see the time we lost.

hopelessness has done nothing for me.

well, here we are, it’s happening again.

words don’t always make things right.

i’m amazed you’ve made it this far.

when do you think you’ll start doing the things you say you do?

i guess you were right: what’s the point of being nice?

go ahead, get the fuck out.

don’t you know who i am?

wait, come back before you go away.

you and i both know i won’t be here for long.

you have a body, it is young and strong.

i’m here to tell you so you don’t have to make the same mistake.

that’s just the price you pay for human desire.

so you’ve never been in love.

my head’s so full of clutter.

my heart is sinking fast. maybe that’s the reason that you have two hands to hold it.

when i saw you, all my own prophecies came true.

i couldn’t help but laugh when you said you want me.

i was terrified of what i knew i could be.

it’ll be alright, i swear. i believe nothing is beyond repair.

some stories make more sense read in reverse.

i was your blessing and i was your curse.

you sly, two-headed beast.

i never really believed you were mine, even though that’s how we’re told to define love.

love does not seek to control or define.

you know everyone’s scared they’re losing their minds.

i can’t seem to shake what you said.

i don’t feel safe in my head.

mother, forgive me, i’m lost.

i know it’s hard to loosen your grip, but try to see you’re hanging onto a sinking ship.

we two, as one, reached for the sun.

time moves slow. i’ve got nowhere to go.

don’t deny what we saw in the sky.

so what if i am a liar?

don’t try to tie me down, i’m in love with everyone.

make a home in the movement inside you.

i can recognize it’s a habit that i would like to break.

don’t try to answer my prayers, i don’t pray to anyone.

find a friend in the chaos inside you.

find the meaning in all of the madness, there is a thing or two you might learn.

i don’t need to know what chords you’re playing to know what’s out of key.

here is my bed. i’ve made it, too.

i lost sight of me while i was looking at you.

with you i was infinitely lost.

you’re so dead inside, bet you can’t even tell.

was it heaven or just our own private hell?

mend your broken wings. i hope you’ll fly again.

with you i was infinite.