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hi i revamped cyborg… like this n i follow u o.o
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#baby boy and Other Things That Ruined My Life: An Autobiography by fatherbox
Oh no... he’s hot
i know i am a Zack Snyder stan and i wanted to see his version of the dceu come to fruition but killing diana and lois would have been a mistake.
* THERE WILL ALWAYS BE A JOKER. because there’s no cure for him. no cure at all. . . JUST A BATMAN!
𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴 & 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺 𝙺𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃.
hi I made a joker blog… like this if u want me to follow from it 🙈
hi I made a joker blog... like this if u want me to follow from it 🙈
Tell me something crazy about you.
❝ depends. do you want crazy - serious, crazy like how i once ate six plates of spicy tofu in ten minutes, or … ? ❞
he shifts his weight to his right, the car seat catching the bulk of his weight before he rests it on vic’s shoulder. the physical contact seems excessive, especially while their car sped down the freeway, but he continues nonetheless. ❝ i’m pretty sure you already know all of my dark, spooky secrets. i guess … i hit my next another million followers on insta ! i think it’s ‘cause i did that buzzfeed interview with the dogs … ❞ a boyish smile overtakes his expression, beastly canines peeking through to greet his lover in full bloom.
❝ you should do the next one with me ! the girls’ll love it. big beefy cyborg, champion of justice, with some cute dogs. you like dogs, right ? i mean, you like me, so … ❞
and he prattles on, quips and all. every moment of eye contact with vic, the latter diverting his gaze from the road just for quick downward glances, sends waves of warmth through his neck and into his cheeks. despite the years that passed, the deepening creases settling into the corners of vic’s eyes and the scars which adorned their bodies like lace, that warmth never faded. if anything, it boiled, compounding into a supernova whenever vic’s lips met his.
❝ hm … do you know how crazy i am for tin cans ? or how i almost fought superman this one time ? crazy thing is, that thing about the tin cans and superman are related, believe it or not. ❞
oh bby... three years later n i finally have proper live action icons...
ntt vic is superior to every other version cause he’s legit just wearing a sexy metal tank top and briefs
the real question is why are y’all not plotting dynamics w me ?
' who the fuck are you? who are you? '
you have seen infinity, and still, refuse the cosmos their impassioned glory. you have made space and time tangible, held reality in your bare hands and have desecrated it all in the name of martyrdom. you have stared into the savaged, abysmal eyes of the devil himself and died time and time again; torn apart and reassembled, piece by piece, limb by limb — a comatose jigsaw of a man - made prosthesis and an inhuman power, mismatched / ill-fitting & still forced together in a mass of mechanized trauma. TAKE ME APART, FRAGMENT BY FRAGMENT. STRIP ME, FLESH FROM MUSCLE, TENDON FROM BONE & PIECE ME TOGETHER IN YOUR IMAGE. titan - fought, cast from heaven, and denied a postmortem paradise, countless lives have been lived and still, in every universe, in every lifetime, in every reality fathomable, it is him. it has always been him. your constant. your peace. your home. HIM.
he will defile you as you watch him eat the smoke - saturated arils of your rancid pomegranate heart, RAW AND BLOODY. allow him the honor, the chance, to bare his emerald claws and sketch a love language into titanium flesh. there are SUBLIMINAL messages and cries of passion in his heart - dotted i’s and in the curves of that self - taught calligraphy. it is a long - lost hieroglyph etched on the jagged edges of this poorly - put together vessel and a wasted effort at reconciliation. it is an art form, a love - sick artist’s last piece before his eternal slumber, and a soliloquy of sorrow performed to a theater of nonbelievers. WHO ARE YOU ?
❝ gar. . . come on. ❞
you remember and reminisce : that moment when he flashes that toothy - grin you’ve grown to love, and the stars pale in comparison, their luminescence dimmed in the presence of that quasi - stellar smile. he smiles, and the universe glows as you float amidst a deluge of warmth, crashing above and below the surface of that awe - inspiring, incomparable happiness. he smiles, and you know that no matter the crisis, no matter the problem, no matter the stakes - - you will be okay. you will make it out of this. you will survive. you know this, and you await the arrival of that familiar glow. you ready your machinery to bask in that comforting heat & yet, it never comes. he doesn’t smile. he doesn’t glow. there is no warmth, there is no familiarity. it is a world - wide blackout, a ceaseless darkening of everything you know to be true, and here you stand : HALLOWED and EMPTY.
this reality exists in halftones and grayscale, a world bleeding out at its side, chaos and trauma clotting in the rib of existence & here you stand, armed with that very guilty blade. you so desperately want to take him into your angel - soft arms, and into an embrace of plush and paradise, but only a gravestone chest awaits his exhausted head. THERE IS NOTHING SOFT NOR SUPPLE ABOUT YOU : the man — no, machine — that has wrought forth damnation.
❝ gar, don’t say that. please. it’s me. it’s always been me. but this - this world. . . i don’t recognize it. it’s ugly and it fuckin’ sucks, ‘n i don’t like it anymore ‘n you do. HELL, i wish there were another way. but there isn’t. TRIGON. DEATHSTROKE. BROTHER BLOOD, FUCK : i’d go through alluv’em again. pain and all, death and all, if it meant makin’ sure you’re safe. i made a promise all those years ago not to lose another titan. not to lose you. i promised to protect you ‘n the kids. i won’t break it. no matter how much you hate it, or hate me. it had to be done. i’m sorry. ❞
you’ve made your bed of shattered glass shards & sacrificed earths. now lie in it, and bleed. alone, for eternity. ❝ i’m sorry. ❞
the real question is why are y’all not plotting dynamics w me ?
starters from the 2010 film, SHUTTER ISLAND
“i’m just bones in a box, ( name ).”
“that’s the spirit.”
“you have to let me go.”
“if i was to sink my teeth into your eye right now, would you be able to stop me before i blinded you?”
“i love you so much.”
“which is worse: to live as a monster or to die as a good man?”
“you’re smarter than you look. that’s probably not a good thing.”
“what if while you were looking into them, they were looking into you?”
“it’s an island; they’re always gonna find us.”
“did you know that the word ‘trauma’ comes from the greek for ‘wound’?”
“you think they’re onto us?”
“you came here alone.”
“wounds can create monsters, and you are wounded.”
“( name ), you have no friends.”
“don’t you get it? you’re a rat in the maze.”
“your match is about to go out!”
“this has always been about you.”
“you gotta make a choice.”
“pull yourself together!”
“where are my goddamn cigarettes?”
“government employees will rob you blind.”
“he had a lot to say about you.”
“this paper could be important.”
“all i can say is i’ll see what i can do.”
“what about those caves down there? have you checked them?”
“define unusual.”
“after that, i thought of you.”
“how am i supposed to survive?!”
“don’t you know how lonely i’ve been, ( name )?!”
“who the fuck are you? who are you?”
“i buried an empty casket.”
“looks like an ex - military prick.”
“you should have saved me. you should have save all of us.”
“clocks ticking, my friend. we’re running out of time.”
“he isn’t gone. he’s still here.”
“trust me: you haven’t heard shit.”
“you promised. you lied.”
“let me see your face.”
“i’ll never get out now.”
“they knew! don’t you get it? everything you were up to. your whole plan. this is a game. all of this, it’s for you.”
“then they’ve already won.”
“i trust this man.”
thats... that’s my baby and i am so fucking proud
it breaks my heart every time i think of the dceu’s potential...