#whereishine

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And On We March || @whereishine

"You're not much of a gargoyle."

Oliver's voice broke the silence in Watchtower where boxes and crates of potential sat in quiet waiting; by this time next week, Chloe would have eyes on all of Metropolis.

It hadn't been like the divorces he'd seen before, violence and hurt and animal--divorces after years of bitter distaste among people whose dining room tables distanced them more by the day. Chloe was different; and she loved. God, she loved--loved Clark, and Jimmy, and him, loved Lois, and Lana, and Martha as vibrantly as any heart ever could.

He rested back against the top of a sturdy crate, looking to Jimmy where he stood watching the fading sunlight kiss the stained glass, and he wondered what it must feel like to know that all of the love you'd held was reciprocated, but never matched, circles and squares of equal sizes unfitting to one another.

"How long have you been watching re-runs in your head up here?"

[washeartsbreaking]

"it depends," clary watched jimmy taking pictures more than she watched the actual parade. "they get kind of boring after a while. i really only stick around for the performances." maybe she'd just seen too many parades during her lifetime already. "this your first time so close or something?"

REPLY to @whereishine / jimmy olsen *

[normaltothemax]

@whereishine from here

Max wrinkled her nose and decidedly did not take a piece of his pizza (if it could even still be called that). “That’s not pizza, that’s an affront to god.” Snatching a pen off of his desk, she poked warily at the crust of the monstrosity, as if afraid it would leap out of the box and bite her. “You took what could have been a perfectly good pizza and you ruined it. I’m pretty sure olives on pizza is actually against the Geneva Conventions. I may have to report you to someone.”

[washeartsbreaking]

she reached out to shake his hand, smiling kindly. she'd been to her fair share of these events, opening the season and begging the sponsors for money required a lot of smiling and greeting. she was just relieved to see someone new that seemed about as awkward as she was. she could go through the motions, but it didn't come naturally 'performing' up close like this to the press and donors like it did on stage. "it's nice to meet you jimmy. i'm cora jane, corps de ballet." she had noticed that he was one of the photographers taking pictures of it all. "are you having fun? getting good pictures?" REPLY to @whereishine / jimmy olsen *

[precariousfates]

@whereishine | clint & jimmy

"you want to what now?" clint asks, giving the reporter? photographer? a look that's a mix between confusion & please leave me alone, man. he remembers some mention of the bugle, & only that much because parker works there, doesn't he? i wonder if he knows this guy & what his deal is? "look, man, i'm the least interesting of the team. no one gives a hoot about me, & i'm fine with that."

[gothamspider]

PROMPT — "Well, that is an interesting way to say hello!”

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“...Oh, god.”

Realization dawned rapidly on an increasingly red-faced Peter.

He'd just wanted to brush up on his photography. It'd been months since he'd properly taken the time to devote himself to the hobby— juggling school, a social life, and full-time vigilantism was no joke! The dust coating his camera case had been depressing enough to finally urge him to pick it up again, though, and then he was off into the city to find some sights worth capturing.

It just so happened that, unfortunately, this sight was a freshly painted mural situated directly behind… a complete stranger. And there Peter was looking like the shadiest guy ever, oversized hoodie swallowing his frame and the twisted little scowl he knew he got on his face when focused half-hidden behind the camera that he had pointed at this guy.

“I wasn't— there's a mural behind you!” he blurted, lowering the camera from his face to gesture behind the man with it. His fingers fiddled nervously with the focus, not minding that he was ruining his own carefully calibrated settings.

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    “ I mean, technically it could be worse, ” Mia offered with an indulgent smile at his tone. It’d been a while since she’d had to be on time to anything. “ Imagine if it was freezing and we had to cuddle up for warmth. I doubt it’d be as cute as it looks in the movies, ja feel? ”