#superel

[foreigncarlyk]

mileven x clois!!

[wheelclairmakesyoucrazy]

Super!El Au where kryptonian!Terry Ives sends El off to earth to save her from the destruction of krypton has infected my brain and I have to share before I go crazy

[starkindustrys]

whatre your thoughts on wayne industries answer quickly mr stark

the press is annoying, sycophantic engineers draped in an aura of desperation, the pushing for interviews. exhausting. stark pauses at the giant man in front of him, with glasses and an accent that does not sing the MIT anthem. huh, is this a spy? — & stark wonders if his so called competition has decided to send in reporters. ⠀⠀ [ bruce wayne runs a tight ship tony stark likes to have fun. why worry about the other?] ⠀⠀ ⠀ ❝ no comment. ❞ ⠀it's the politically correct answer, the one drilled to him by his advisors, JARVIS' practiced conversations. you want the public on your side stark! tony slides up his sunglasses, hair tossed to the side, pressed suit. ⠀ ⠀⠀tell me — does bruce wayne (@crimenight ) have the same number of GQ covers? ⠀⠀ he's always thrived on competition, never really the team player when you can be the team leader. so what if he gets talked down to tomorrow? ⠀ ❝ what news paper are you from? daily — whatever. wayne industries is a great source for yesterdays' inventions. if you want actual work, give me a call. i don't play well with kiddie projects. ❞ ⠀

[flaish]

“ Barry! I l’ve missed you! — Ah sorry, was the hug too tight?” Promptly setting Barry down

" death by superman hug — there are worse ways to go. "

[boastergold]

                                small    gift    for    @superel    !

[hitsharderold]

@superel​ replied to  i think it’s a good idea

Im not going to 'fight' Tony.

▌│█║▌║▌║ ➽   ❝ He signs my paychecks and I would very much like to see him get whooped.  I have sixty-nine cents and a pizza coupon in my wallet. ❞

[brutlistarchive]

p*ssy pl*ase

a little bold for a twink 

[crimenight-a2]

                           @superel​ said:            ❝ you can’t keep doing this to yourself. ❞                            prompt.   accepting.

      HE  FEELS  CALLOW     &    HE  LETS  HIMSELF  BE;     raw  exhaustion  clouds  his  mind,    his  patience  most  of  all.    he’s  the  1956  aston  martin  thomas  wayne   𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺  stored  in  the  manor’s  garage:     barely  presentable,      ROYALLY  NEGLECTED  IN  SPIRIT.     he’s  running  on  less  than  fumes,     more  polluted  gotham  air.     his  shoulder  still   𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕤  from  its  forceful  dislocation  just  hours  before,     𝘣𝘶𝘵  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘸𝘢𝘴  𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺  𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩  𝘵𝘰  𝘧𝘪𝘹.    this  dead-end  case,    ON  THE  OTHER  HAND,     gnaws  at  his  nerves  in  a  way  no  bodily  sprain  ever  could.    bruce  knows  he  could  utilize  this  frustration,    this  primal  yearning  that  would  leave  his  knuckles  𝐫𝐞𝐝    &    𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞.    he  knows  it  enough  that  he  reaches  for  his  stock  of  caffeine  pills,     leaves  the  VERMILION  -  STAINED  suit  on,    evades  all  of  alfred’s  carefully  prepared  meals.    he  would  have  been  content  in  his  𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡  at  his  computer,     pouring  through  convoluted  files    &    cctv  footage,    but  another  caped  crusader  simply  couldn’t  seem  to  rest  without  a  provocation.

superman’s  presence     (     𝚊  𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛  𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎  𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚒𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚗  𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚎;      a  display  of  unusuality    &    unimaginable  beauty——       BUT  HE  KNOWS  BETTER.      just  the  way  their  magnetic  protection  𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬    &    𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬  underneath  the  sun’s  storms,     so  will  this  era’s  tolerance  of  hero  -  gods.     )     is  a  malleable  blanket  of  brittle  sandpaper  against  his  already 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣  temper,     his  words  a  scroll  saw.

his  chin  is  propped  up  by  his  palm,     his  nails  𝕕𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘  troughs  into  his  five  o’clock  shadow-----      this  would  keep  an  outburst  at  bay,    just  for  a  moment.     ❛❛      IF  MURDERERS  ARE  STILL  WALKING  MY  STREETS,     then  i’m  going  to  do  whatever  you,    alfred,    &   dick  think  ‘ THIS ’  is.     go  back  to  your  shiny  metropolis,    boy  scout.     𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾  𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.     ❜❜