BEWARE MY POWER.

hal jordan/green lantern. written by coyote.

[cuyanir]

                                        [ business inquires only ]

[lantcrn-blog]

     grounded. EY GUYS im trying to figure out the whole rp thing all over again (cuz i definitely lost the will to write anything AT ALL back there) and im just rly busy with uni and my other duties blah blah... for the time being ill try to ease into writing on moon knigh.ts blog -- @moonchosen (ill reblog a promo in a sec) IDK stay tuned for my return i guess!!! 

[lantcrn-blog]

“ terrified of my love for you? ”

six-word sentences. || status: accepting.

       he puts him on the spot, disarms him in a split-second-- and hal gets MAD, he feels anger and tries to tell himself that he’s mad at BARRY, furious for exposing him like that ( get out of my head, he thinks and clenches fists ). even though he knows he should be mad only at himself. he’s not sure what barry wanted to achieve by finishing his sentence like that-- because how can hal even react? if he’s supposed to be FEARLESS. he can’t say YES, he can’t nod and look away. it’s like barry forcefully peeled away all layers of the stalwart devil-may-care attitude and looked down at what was left-- a grown man still wearing the jacket of his dead father, clutching to it like it means he will never be alone. 

       ❛ ...who says shit like that, barry? ❜ he’s dodging, trying to find a middle zone between FEAR and ANGER. he doesn’t know which side should win, he can’t be afraid but at the same time, letting barry taste that aggression hal carries within for OTHERS-- he can’t do that, this is a no-win scenario. he can’t nod, he can’t lash out, he’s fearless and he would never hurt barry ( even though he feels HURT right now, he didn’t give barry permission to state the truth like that, to give a name to that cold shudder he feels every day ). so he’s TRAPPED, fucking trapped, standing like an idiot in the middle of the room. he wants to laugh with frustration, wants his brows to furrow and his eyes to get real quiet, he wants to tell barry to back off ( or worse ), wants to surrender-- but he can’t do none of those things. so it’s just silence and it’s so bad, so fucking bad, he HATES it, hates every single second that passes without them saying anything. 

     ❛ guess you know better. ❜ hal finally offers, his voice tense. the way barry says his name in response ( like he knows he made a mistake ) only makes hal clench his fist harder. it shouldn’t be like this. they shouldn’t be like this and more importantly, HAL shouldn’t be like this. he waves his hand dismissively, green light follows his ring in a sharp line. he turns around, still trapped. barry knows what’s coming and he lets out another ‘hal’, but it’s too late, or maybe it’s too early, just too early for him to have this talk. not like this and maybe never, preferably never. hal grabs his phone from the table ( ‘hal!’ ), but ignores the keys right next to it. it’s not the first time he LEAVES, but it’s the first time he STORMS OFF, his steps loud from anger and fear, that goddamn fear that barry can see from the fucking orbit. 

     one last ‘hal’ and the doors close behind him. and he feels like such an idiot, just BOLTING instead of sitting down and talk, he’s just a stupid, emotional kid wearing big man’s clothes. but it doesn’t matter right now, because right now he’s just running, he doesn’t exist, doesn’t remember. he’s just leaving.

[lantcrn-blog]

“ everyone here knows you don’t care. ”

six-word sentences. || status: accepting. 

     ❛ hm? ❜ his attention finally returns to the current scene of events-- which aren’t that interesting to begin with, not his fault. he looks around, confirming that everyone is still talking, endlessly discussing this and that, words words words. shrugging, he sets down his drink, the loud clink of glass makes everyone pause ( but then they just carry on with the talk-talk-talk ). ❛ it’s not that i don’t care, i’m just conditioned to zone out every time i hear a scientific term that’s longer than five syllables. ❜ and he says that like it’s a normal thing, like he has the right to TURN OFF whenever the topic of discussion doesn’t pertain to him directly. and he sees no problem with that. 

    ❛ i’ll start paying attention as soon as words turn to deeds, that sort of thing. ❜ simple as that. he might as well fish out his phone and check twitter, that would be more productive. ❛ just give me the cliffsnotes version when they’re done. ❜  

[sandcvstles]

six-word sentences.

“ frankly speaking, i wanna give up. ”

“ they love me cause i’m hot. ”  

“ just try to guess the answer. ”

“ everyone here knows you don’t care. ”

“ fine, do things your way. ”

“ i want to be in love. ”

“ no, i would rather make money. ”

“ shut up already, i’m not going. ”

“ because you said that, fuck you! ”

“ i hate you more than anything. ”

“ just sit down? let me explain? ”

“ can i be a little nasty? ”

“ there’s nothing wrong with being sexual. ”

“ i want you to like me. ”

“ don’t you dare lie to me. ”

“ i’m way too scared to fall. ”

“ terrified of my love for you? ”

“ we were both afraid, shut up. ”

“ it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really. ”

“ life’s too short to care anymore. ”

“ i dreamt about you last night. ”

“ really? what did you dream about? ”

“ i dreamt you chose me instead. ”

“ how did you become like this? ”

“ this isn’t any of your business. ”

“ i’m losing my mind, losing control. ”

“ you weren’t there! i needed you! ”

“ please don’t start with me, okay? ”

“ why do you always leave me? ”

“ this is all we have left. ”

“ i turned around. you were gone. ”

“ all i can think about is you. ”

“ wow, you look like shit today. ”

“ i called and you didn’t answer. ”

“ i wanna be a child forever. ”

“ today, my love is in mourning. ” 

“ your words felt like sharp knives. ”

“ say something nice or don’t speak. ”

[madehiswar]

@lantcrn said: why r u making a halloween promo he fucking wears a skull on his shirt 24/7

               double spooky whammy.

[lantcrn-blog]

i love you~

  ❛ DUDE– gay. ❜ but it is too late. no exaggerated scowls and no scrunched-up noses can deter barry’s merciless arms. they encircle his waist and pull him close, hal’s back bumps against barry’s warm chest. he lets out a choked noise he imagines a wolf captured in a bear snare would make, just few moments before chewing off its leg to escape ( in reality it sounds just like a pathetic grunt ). he pretends to struggle in barry’s hold, pretends to squirm when barry decides to rest his chin on hal’s shoulder ( and even have the audacity to NUZZLE against the exposed skin ). finally, hal gives up with a thespian sigh, his frame slumps and surrenders to the embrace. he can’t see barry’s face, but he doesn’t need to, he can imagine the warm and pleased smile, he can almost feel it press against his shoulder. and, fuck, it’s doing something wonderful to his heart, but hal won’t say it, he won’t comment on how strangely sated it feels in this very moment. heavy and loud, but in a good ( good, good ) way. 

     letting out another frustrated noise, he begins to walk towards the kitchen and drag barry with him. their bodies bump awkwardly against each other with each conjoined step, as if they were glued together by the newest central city rogue ( glue-man, hal calls him in his head and knowing the world they live in-- glue-man very well may actually already exist ). he can sense barry smiling even more and hal groans, DEFEATED: ❛ don’t you have work to do? ❜ barry presses a very pleased ‘nope’ into his skin and hal scowls without sincerity. he finally drags them both to the fridge and decides he’s been trapped for far too long. his knuckles knock against barry’s, urgency and gentleness in one gesture. 

       ❛ if you don’t let me go, i’m gonna attempt cooking. ❜ barry moves immediately like he’s been BURNED and hal laughs. barry laughs at his own reaction too, right next to his ear and hal can feel those same vibrations galloping down his spine with ( goddamn ) happiness. laughter ends when barry presses a kiss to his cheek before nudging him out of the way to grab ingredients for their meal. and hal just stands there, sharp corners of his lips raised, his shoulder still remembering the weight of barry’s head. 

[lantcrn-blog]

honestly this gave me a migraine (or maybe playing fallout whole day gave me a migraine) but all i wanna say that maybe u should think twice before bein ugly bc people will come after u, people who care abt decency and shit like that, its not abt?? being friends with somebody and wishing to defend them (tho theres nothing wrong abt that but its just a side-factor). main thing is that people care and that people wont sit idle when u talk nasty shit, so i guess this is a lesson for us all, dont be ugly bc there will be consequences

[lantcrn-blog]

“her friends are nasty and manipulative and sent me mean messages” uhm yeah u rly think anyone is going to waste time on sending u nasty stuff after a “”fight”” that was mainly conducted thru ben affleck memes, im afraid u attracted some other nasties by being urself

[lantcrn-blog]

u should mend that identity of yours bc its ugly as hell

[lantcrn-blog]

Hal has the best smug smirk in the Justice league. It's true I can feel it.

//i truly hate him tbh

[spector]

instead of slowing down, i just shine brighter

[lantcrn-blog]

Touches the ring.

      ❛ hey-- ❜ he gently yanks hand away, an apparent smile stretches his lips. ❛ i know it’s pretty shiny but i can’t let you try it on, it’s not some ring pop. ‘sides, it would clash with all the.... BLUE. ❜

[taillowswift]

Black holes.....the ultimate succ

[lantcrn-blog]

Can we reblog stuff you write?

ey, thanks for askin anon! and tbh i dont rly mind people reblogging my threads but u never know about the partner i write with, they might object to that tbh!!! asks and drabbles r the safest, u can reblog them all u want. tho u should probs leave my headcanons alone cause u kno. dont want other rpers gettin ahold of em lmfao GOTTA PROTECT MY GREEN BRAND

[birdbelles-deactivated20160829]

[lantcrn-blog]

❛ s'metimes— i think about what my life would have been like if i never became the flash. ❜ rolls over so that he's facing him. ❛ simpler, maybe. less dangerous.. ❜ throws a leg over his thigh, scoots so that he's lying top of him. ❛ .. but then i wouldn't have met you. ❜ rubs his forehead back and forth, his lips quirking in a warm smile. one hand trails over his cheekbone with a tender touch. ❛ i'm glad— that i got struck by that lightning. ❜

      he blinks. barry sounds like he’s about to say something DEEP, hal recognizes the careful and slow timbre in his voice. some lonely fiber in his loud heart seizes up in preparation but he tells it to UNCOIL. they’ve been together long enough for hal to learn that barry would never say something that would hurt or burden him. his hand rests on barry’s hip, his thumb sneaks underneath the white shirt, brushing the familiar tangle of lightning scars with well-known fondness.

     barry speaks to him like his whole life was just building up the moment in which their paths crossed and hal blinks again, watching him. it seems so ABSURD to him that some other person can really think this way. that barry doesn’t care about what came with that lightning ( the stress, the exhaustion, the weight of saved and lost lives ). that he thinks it was ( and is ) worth it, just to meet him. and it’s so ABSURD to think that hal can be a main point in anybody else’s history. yes, he is arrogant, yes, he is self-centered. but the love he harbors for himself always seems to be foreign to everybody else– everybody else but barry. something in his throat tightens when a warm hand rests on his cheek. it’s hard to believe that he could be really this important to anybody else– but as barry stares down on him with so much gentleness in his blue eyes, hal realizes that he trusts him. trusts him completely. hal’s empty expression melts, the seeds of panic didn’t even get planted. 

    ❛ –and i’m glad that you turned out to be a lightning magnet. ❜ he smiles at barry, corners of his mouth lift up slowly and tenderly. hal’s hand is connected to the net of scars and he wants to kiss every jagged line with GRATITUDE, he wants to thank the lightning for giving him barry ( though some naive part of hm wants to think that they’d meet anyways ). his head raises ever so slightly, lips brush against each other with a sweet sound. 

     ❛ who else would patch me up after a battle? ❜ a smile turns into a grin, but it’s a harmless display of teeth. hal knows how VAST the universe is, he’s seen its ever-growing boundaries, the sheer size of it that makes any mortal creature sway with existential fear. it’s overwhelming with all of its possibilities– but somehow, him and barry managed to stumble upon each other.  and they both worked hard to make them happen– and now they’re here. 

      hal blinks again, staring into barry’s eyes so hard that they get bronzer with every second. he waits for panic to bloom but it doesn’t come. so instead, he places his other hand on the back of barry’s head, guiding it to his shoulder. hal holds in a sigh, his mouth brushes against the warm cheek and he whispers: ❛ –love you, bar. ❜