"It's a blessing. It means die with yours"

★indie RP Shalla-bal from marvel,minors dni★

[cosmicshalla]

"𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌. 𝑼𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕".

ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡers goes to @sweet-trick . Since @keybladeseeker0 is my main so that’s how I’ll follow back. Penned by @sweet-trick . ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴄᴜᴛ.

★.¸¸.•Rules ★.¸¸.•

1. 18+ only. No minors

2. No drama. Don’t have time for that

3. I do tag triggers with tw:

4. Any other rules is on my @keybladeseeker0

Shalla Bal was a brilliant astronomer from the planet Zenn-La. She transformed herself into Galactus' herald to spare her homeworld from being devoured. Now taking on her cosmic duties in becoming the scout for Galactus in exchange for the survival of her people. Choosing planets that would marked for consumption by Galactus. A broken hero Shalla is as she takes no joy of dooming other people lives, yet there is no way out of this deal….or maybe there is.

[buotella]

Your planet is now marked for death. Your world will be consumed by the Devourer. There is nothing you can do to stop him. For he is a universal force, as essential as the stars. Hold your loved ones close, and speak the words you've been afraid to speak. Use this time to rejoice and celebrate, for your time is short.

The Fantastic Four: First Steps (2025) dir. Matt Shakman

[cosmicshalla]

Closed starter for @the-ultimate-insanity

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺. 𝖬𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖡𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗅𝗒𝗇, 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖭𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽𝗌.

𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. “𝖸𝖾𝗌, 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾. “𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽.” 𝖠 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾. “𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐. 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗀𝗈 𝗂𝗇. 𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾.

[the-ultimate-insanity]

Cletus roamed the streets of Brooklyn, a little agitated after his last massacre a few boroughs over when a fine little birdy caught his eye while leaving a laboratory. A dark twisted grin splits his face, his symbiote hissed within his mind- lashing under his skin with glee for another kill 'CATCH CATCH, MAIM HER, DEVOUR!!' it all but screeches, but he mentally tuts at his other half mentally till it quiet down like a pouty child, now was not the time to go feral though the idea of doing so would be delicious.

The woman, oblivious with a grin talking on her phone- which she soon pocketed away, walked along the sidewalks with a level of certainty that made her almost seem naive to the darkness that surrounded her in a city like this, but the way she walked and held herself warranted pause. A twitch to his senses... something older lingered. His heightened nose picking up on it like a dog picks up on the scent of fresh bait, as well as some sort of magic charm possibly blocking whatever she truly was to the eyes of the city.

"Ooohhh... something old is playing human in different skin, why would one be playin' little lamb in a city like this..~" He giggled under his breath all to himself a couple streets over as he watched unblinking, his trench coat giving him a place to clench his hands in the tattered pockets- to hold back that usual chaos that trembled through him. Maybe he should give her a little visit once she got all home and comfy, under the guise of being safe...

From a distance Cletus stalked like the predator he was, worn boots scuffing slightly against cracked pavement. Sticking to shadows and watching intensely, occasionally taking detours through side paths so it made it seem less like he was following rather just some lone soul among the crowd of oblivious humans.

[cosmicshalla]

𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗇𝗎𝖽𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾. 𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒’𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.

𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗄, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌. 𝖳𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆.

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Silver surfer!!🏄

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𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺. 𝖬𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖡𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗅𝗒𝗇, 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖭𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽𝗌.

𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. “𝖸𝖾𝗌, 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾. “𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽.” 𝖠 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾. “𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐. 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗀𝗈 𝗂𝗇. 𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾.

[marveldaily]

Shalla-Bal / Silver Surfer in The Fantastic Four: First Steps | dir. Matt Shakman (2025)

[toiich]

Love in the Afternoon (1972), dir. Éric Rohmer

[pussymargiela]

[crimsolyn]

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

[cosmicshalla]

A closed starter for @dxrkeyes

𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋, 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌. 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌, 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾, 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖦𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾𝖽.

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝖳𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗍, 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖸𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍.

𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍.

𝖳𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈, 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽. “…𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺…” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

[mournfulroses]

Izumi Shikibu, from a poem featured in Japanese Poetic Diaries; The Diary of Izumi Shikibu

[cosmicshalla]

I like to headcanon time✨

1. If one were to bring Shalla to a burger joint she would immediately fall in love with the food item. Not much a beef person but rather chicken she prefers.

2. Has almost burned down a kitchen a 4 times when learning to cook. But has not gotten much better

3. Shalla will become very competitive on any kind of game. Sometimes that’s her old instincts kicking in, so it’s recommended to retell Shalla that it’s just a game and to not take it serious but have fun. Fun is still a concept she is learning to understand.

4. Anyway, you get too close or a shove a finger in Shalla’s face, there's a 99.9% chance she's sinking her teeth in and biting. You have been warned

[solidsmax]

The Fantastic Four: First Steps (2025) dir. Matt Shakman

[paristexaz]

WUTHERING HEIGHTS

1939 ┃ William Wyler

[highwarlockkareena]

Weapons (2025) dir. Zach Cregger👻

[cosmicshalla]

Starter for @arrowsnsarcasm

𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 — 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒, 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇.

“𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾,” 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍?” 𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. “𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇’ 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 ‘𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽?” 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺’𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾. “𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆. “𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍? 𝖲𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗌!” 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗒, 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌. “𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎—𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. “𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄!” 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽.

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Patrol had been going relatively calmly which was never a good sign, it meant that either the bad guys were quietly planning something or something big was already on the way and had spooked them. So when he heard trouble nearby he was almost relieved about it in an odd way.

Grappling over and sliding down the fire escape, he assessed the situation that looked like three against one.

“I’d keep my distance if you wanna be able to have kids someday,” Roy joked to the other two, grinning a bit when he got their attention. “Hi,” he commented sarcastically before throwing a punch at the nearest one’s face.

[cosmicshalla]

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. “𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌?” 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗍, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽, “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝗎𝗁?”

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍, 𝗉𝖺𝗅.” 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖾.

𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 — 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. “𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿?” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁.

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They were tough, but he’d faced tough before. Roy held his own just fine.

Ma’am,” he greeted, tipping his hat towards her with a smile before turning and throwing a punch at one of the men. It landed hard against his jaw, something in the bone there cracking audibly. “That sounded like a few loose teeth…”

The archer pulled his bow with the kind of speed that came from years of practice, firing an arrow in the final attacker’s foot where he was trying to approach. He screamed, but was forced to stay put. Another arrow drawn, Roy shifted his aim to the man’s chest.

“You’d better stay still, or I may hit something important this time.” It was an empty threat—Roy wouldn’t kill him—but it would hopefully put the attacking to an end.

[cosmicshalla]

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝖱𝗈𝗒’s 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍, “𝖠𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗐𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾!”

𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒, 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍. “𝖢𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽,” 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖱𝗈𝗒.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾… 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗒,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆. “𝖳𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗂𝗆—𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾. “𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈. 𝖨… 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋.”

[arrowsnsarcasm]

“Years of practice,” was how he always shrugged off that particular compliment. He was the best marksman in the world, but he didn’t always brag about it.

Roy looked her over—she was pretty, damn—for injuries. “You’re okay though?” He wasn’t sure how long they’d been harassing her before he stepped in.

Roy wasn't a fan of senseless bullying like she’d experienced tonight.

[cosmicshalla]

𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁. “𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖨’𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. “𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒… 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒.”

𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗆𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍. “𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅… 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐.”

[cosmicshalla]

𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 — 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. “𝖸𝗈𝗎… 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝖾?” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾.

“𝖬𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒. “𝖨𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 — 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁.” 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋-𝗈𝖿-𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. “𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗉, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍…” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, “𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾. 𝖬𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽.”

[xcapereality]

Steven shrugged his shoulders, because offering to help had always been something he was happy to do. Though he supposed she was right in regard to saying he couldn’t actually help her find her way home, given he and Marc were merely just human now - and she was very much not. “Well if I can help…I have a flat. It’s a bit messy but if you need a place to rest,” he suggested.

He frowned at her words, knowing all too well how that felt. Maybe that was why he was so eager to help. “Even if I can’t help you find your way home again. I’ll at least try to make it your stay here as comfortable as possible.”

[cosmicshalla]

𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺’𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇. 𝖥𝖺𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒. 𝖯𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗎𝗉, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗓𝗓𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽.

𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗅𝖾. “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎… 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖥𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 — 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗌. “𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖫𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒, “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾? 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾?” 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍. “𝖨𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌…𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗒. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾.” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.