[ghildirthalen]

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[dustxrgcld]

                       Look at me.              I believe in an idea.    An idea that a single individual who has the right heart and the right mind.    that is consumed by a single purpose.                                               That ONE MAN can win a war.

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🤝 + 50 from emily / ahahaha sjsjska I HAD TO

fifty reasons to touch someone

50…out of love.

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               IT WAS LATE, THE SOFT MOONLIGHT ENTERING THE ROOM PAINTED EVERYTHING IN SOFT SILVER.  It was peaceful, the tender sounds from the night entered the room through the open window.   He still needed to close it, before going to bed but he was enjoying for a moment too long the cold breeze that sneaked in through it.  He felt at ease, content and right.  He finally felt right, like it was all coming back to pieces.  She was back.

        It’s been a couple of years since he last saw her, walking away from him.  And he had almost come into terms with the fact that she was not returning.  almost. ———and in the end, she had.   Exhaustion covering her face, her usual strong facade was crumbling down and he had seen, it had not been easy for her either.

             Slender, soft arms circled around his waist, he had heard her come but made no movement.  Just stood still until her arms were completely around his body and sighed.  Happy.   One hand coming down to rest to her arms, he smiled.  It had been difficult, but they were happy again.  And the love he felt with the caresses that she left on his skin, was all he needed.

                   ❝   I thought you’d be sleeping.  ❞    his voice was soft, as her touch.   ❝ I was just about to go to bed❞

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“ i was the only survivor. ” Rich talking about Xandar and when everyone died except for him?? YOU BETCHA

Meme I can’t find right now.

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                    SILENCE WRAPPED THEM TIGHT, covered the room heavily.  He could hear every breath, every heartbeat in the stone-cold silence.  He hand’t expected the confession, though the path the conversation had took, it was likely to come.  Still, it took him by surprise.   The heaviness on Richard’s voice, the tremble behind his words.  He could sense the guilt that was caressing his tongue—— He was all too familiar with that feeling. That guilt was familiar, when everyone died but him.  The only survivor.  The last man standing, and he had felt unworthy.   He could tell by the look on Richard’s face, he had felt the same.

                   ❝    What happened there ——-it wasn’t your fault Richard   ❞    there was a pause as he considered his nexts words, went trough them carefully.   ❝   there’s a reason that you’re here today —–the world needs you.❞    he did too.

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                                                                                                           @golddome

[andhungry]

richard siken sentence starters.

quotes are all taken from various poems out of richard siken’s poetry book crush.  feel free to change pronouns/etc if needed.

❝  tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.  ❞

❝  tell me we’ll never get used to it.  ❞

❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞

❝  i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.  ❞

❝  i want it back now, baby. i want it back.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry. we know how it works. the world is no longer mysterious.  ❞

❝  that’s a nice touch.  ❞

❝  i like him and i want to be like him.  ❞

❝  i’m sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart.  ❞

❝  history repeats itself.  ❞

❝  there are many names in history, but none of them are ours.  ❞

❝  you could drown in those eyes.  ❞

❝  but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.  ❞

❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞

❝  i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.  ❞

❝  you wanted happiness, i can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.  ❞

❝  there is no way to make this story interesting.  ❞

❝  i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something.  ❞

❝  tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more.  ❞

❝  you will be alone always and then you will die.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.  ❞

❝  who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.  ❞

❝  i take it back.  ❞

❝  here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.  ❞

❝  you still get to be the hero.  ❞

❝  what more do you want?  ❞

❝  love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying.  ❞

❝  no one will ever want to sleep with you.  ❞

❝  you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things i want to ask you.  ❞

❝  you had not expected this.  ❞

❝  walk a mile in my shoes.  ❞

❝  a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river.  ❞

❝  you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.  ❞

❝  hush, my sweet. these tornadoes are for you.  ❞

❝  that sounds overly valorous.  ❞

❝  do you love yourself?  ❞

❝  i don’t have to answer that.  ❞

❝  you wanted more.  ❞

❝  i had a dream about you.  ❞

❝  there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere to go.  ❞

❝  in these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge.  ❞

❝  will you love me even more when i’m dead?  ❞

❝  you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.  ❞

❝  i swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass and you’re dead.  ❞

❝  i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.  ❞

❝  you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that. i had a dream where you said that. thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to.  ❞

❝  hello darling, welcome home.  ❞

❝  please keep him safe.  ❞

❝  i just don’t want to die anymore.  ❞

❝  you want to die for love, you always have.  ❞

❝  you didn’t think you’d feel this way.  ❞

❝  you saved my life. i owe you, i owe you everything.  ❞

❝  please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up.  ❞

❝  you’re all i ever wanted and worth dying for, too.  ❞

❝  drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. ______, make something happen.  ❞

❝  we are not dirty.  ❞

❝  you keep singing along to that song i hate. stop singing.  ❞

❝  here is the sink to wash away the blood.  ❞

❝  this is not harmless. you are not breathing.  ❞

❝  i will come back from the dead for you.  ❞

[yeahniall]

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pathtotruth·:

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Some people would find a practically empty office building unsettling. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. The hustle & bustle that filled the newsroom during the daytime might’ve gotten her heart racing in anticipation, but she could appreciate the quietness too – there was something 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒸 about it that usually helped her think.

Even Perry had vacated, after making her promise she’d leave soon and get some rest. (Plus something about not leaving her husband all alone at home. She only shrugged in response. Clark wasn’t back yet from his ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴊᴏʙ, that much she knew.) That conversation was a little over two hours ago. Give or take.

In any case, she took it upon herself to find the мιssιηg ℓιηк for her story before turning in for the day…

…if only the frustration wasn’t beginning to set in, and not even the hushed atmosphere was helping.

Lois set down the file, reaching for her coffee mug for hopefully another sip– Nope. No such luck. A sɪɢʜ. She could make a quick trip to the pantry, get that coffeemaker running, maybe even grab one of Clark’s yogurts in the fridge… Or maybe she needed something else. 

What was the clichéd remedy again? Right, 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒽 𝒶𝒾𝓇. More metaphorical than literal, when you’re in the middle of the big city. But, it couldn’t hurt. Maybe it’d really help her get the breakthrough she craved. She did have the key to the rooftop.

It was only after she stepped out into the cool night air did she realize… she was definitely feeling far too 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 in there.

            It was late, the sun hidden behind mountains, casting it’s light over the other half on the earth. The dark night covering the city like a blanket full of stars.   He should had been able to return early but that meeting with The League had taken more of his time that he had anticipated.

                   Still, his destination was close, the fine, cold breeze cutting around him as he flew as fast as a bullet, the air sounding loud on his ears but he had mastered already the ability to low it down. His ears now sharp and attent to a sound that wasn’t that. 

            He was planning on going straight to the appartment, maybe wait for Lois with a nice dinner, be a nice husband  ------she was probably still at the office, too hung up on a story that she probably hasn’t even moved from her sitting place and he could see the building on the distance. The decorations noticeable from far   (big as they were)   and he tried, forced his ears to listen closely, searching for movemente that told him where she was.

                                                                                     and he found it.

                 Flying faster, he reached the building in no time, she was on the rooft, and it felt as if she knew. as if she was waiting for him even when he knew it wasn’t the case.  He slowed down gently, his feet yet to touch the floor when a smile graced his lips.  ‘ I figured I’d find you here.’    voice gentle, careful not to startle her.

          Finally standing on the floor, he walked closer, coming to stand next to her, careful to let their arms brush a little.  It was fresh out here, even with all the pollution that colored the aire.

                                                   ‘  is everything alright?’ 

[imprxssme]

                                She was beautiful.

        but not in the beautiful ways you might like to think so.  she did not have the hair that dripped gold, her lips were chapped and thin, she did not have a gentle laugh nor did she speak humble thoughts.  but she was beautiful.

in the way the shore kisses white feet, in the way the moon hides itself in the curtain of darkness.  she was beautiful.  in the way wind dances in hair and in the way shy lovers hold hands.  she was beautiful in the way of morning air and black coffee and the love poems that live in each broken heart, spilling red oil into blue lungs.  suffocating happiness right out of it’s shell and she was beautiful.

                                                                      because she refused to taste sadness even when that was the only thing she had left to eat.

[ncnducor]

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[falconthewing-deactivated202107]

“You want to change the world? start by giving people hope.”

— p.s.w // excerpt from Rum and Razor Blades (via poems-she-wrote)

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ncnducor·:

no. no, no, no, no. no. fingers curl into a fist, clench briefly, knuckles turning white. anger, flashing, burning hot for a split second, threatening to consume it all before it evaporates again, the storm settling, the sea calm again, on the surface at least, what rages beneath won’t ever be calm again. her expression doesn’t betray her emotions, doesn’t hint that those four words hit far too close to home but he no doubt noticed the clenched fist, even if her and lays relaxed again. I couldn’t save them. she couldn’t save him, couldn’t—- she drowns the anger once more. 

‘ how would, what you are after now, have changed any of that? ’ an army, following his every whim would have made the entire situation a lot more dangerous. drugged, he could have wiped the surface world clean with a simple snap of his fingers. he just gave her another reason, not to give in to his demands. ‘ I am sorry—- ’ her voice barely above a whisper, she was sorry, felt for him. ‘ -—for your loss. ’

                       ANGER WAS A FEELING HE HAD BECOME TOO KNOWLEDGEABLE OF. the cracking fire expanding through you body, like a virus. INFECTING you, consuming you. He didn't like it, he felt like drowning most of the time but he couldn't control it. Not ever since... ------it had consumed him already. He wondered then, if it had consumed her, the niceness of her hands, closing in on itselves, clenching tight wasn't lost on him. She understood, but she didn't agree with him (yet). He could see it on the passiveness of her expression. She understood, but she wasn't showing it.

                    A smile graces his lips, a twisted movement of his lips that didn't quite reached his eyes      ‘ It won't change what happened, I know that ’      even if he wishes it would, that Lois would be back with their child growing on her womb and the guilt wouldn't be consuming him.     ‘ But I get the chance to keep it from happening to anyone else, ever again... I'll stop every criminal on the entire world, it would be violence free.’     He spoke with conviction, he was ready to do this with or without their help     ‘no one will have to make themselves the questions that torment them daily’

                                                              ‘What if I had been there sooner, faster’

[leseonia]

❥ random august walker gifs (3/∞)

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ncnducor·:

of course, of course he would want proof, would request something she based her claims on. emily came prepared, had known he wouldn’t believe her. she tugs a sheet of paper from her pocket. the penmanship should be a familiar one to clark. notes, details that don’t exactly make sense, times, locations, dates, names. he’d given those to her, had decided to write it down instead of taking the digital route. it was supposedly safer that way. 

‘ monday, january 14th. does that ring a bell? ’ he’d prevented mass-disaster that day ‘ guess who orchestrated it? ’ she straight out flings the sheet at him, he still wouldn’t believe her, she could have forged it. why would he believe her, what reason did he have? what reason did she have to come and tell him that? yeah, exactly.

‘ give me twelve hours and I will bring you all the fucking proof you need. ’ she’d bring him plans, details, voice-messages, mails, requests, demands—- she’d get him everything, but she needed time, needed more than twelve hours, but chances were he wouldn’t even give her that, would demand everything, preferably within the hour, or something like that. it had been an impulse decision, to come here, to turn on luthor, she hadn’t had enough time to prepare, but she’d manage still. she always did.

               HIS EYES LINGER, RUN ALONG THE SHEET SHE HOLDS, but he makes no movement to grab them.   He’s already seen it, the material it’s familiar to his eyes, that scan over it.  They tell him notthing just like the date she mentions, he was there.  He smiles, a bit sarcastic on the edges.   ❛  he orchestrated it? ❜      It was ridiculous, her accusation, how far was she going to take all this?

          ❛     I’ll give you four, and then you’ll drop this.❜     It was nearly no enough time,  not for her to get what he was asking.  But he figures if she’s that keen on getting him into believing him, then she’d try to get it without much of a fight. He takes the sheets, finally.  Long, strong fingers running along the material, feeling it on his fingertips. He recognizes the handwriting plastered on the papers. Lex’s.  but she could’ve faked that just as well.

           He moves closer, the sheet extended on his hand. sharp.  His head tilt to the side as he observes her      ❛ I’m sure you can manage it ❜     He tosses the sheet on the desk closer to him, his eyes glue to her.     ❛ Four hours seem more like enough, I’m sure you won’t have trouble since you already came to me with all this nonesense.❜ 

[fallencomrade-a]

                     —  𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒. 

[imprxssme]

                                She was beautiful.

        but not in the beautiful ways you might like to think so.  she did not have the hair that dripped gold, her lips were chapped and thin, she did not have a gentle laugh nor did she speak humble thoughts.  but she was beautiful.

in the way the shore kisses white feet, in the way the moon hides itself in the curtain of darkness.  she was beautiful.  in the way wind dances in hair and in the way shy lovers hold hands.  she was beautiful in the way of morning air and black coffee and the love poems that live in each broken heart, spilling red oil into blue lungs.  suffocating happiness right out of it’s shell and she was beautiful.

                                                                      because she refused to taste sadness even when that was the only thing she had left to eat.

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I'm sorry for being so absent lately, it's been a difficult week, pretty heavy and exhausting but I'll be back in a couple of days!! With replies! I promise