Chillin’ on the Bridge

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if i look back, i am lost

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Chillin’ on the Bridge
Clark once asked Bruce if he could help patrol Gotham “for fun.”
Bruce said yes.
By 10:15pm, Clark had been bitten by a sentient sewer rat cult leader, nearly arrested by GCPD because “you don’t have a Robin”, and had a bottle of glitter glue explode on him after breaking up a fight between Spoiler and a rogue mime with a vendetta.
By 11:30pm, he found Bruce smiling in the Batcave, cleaning blood off his gauntlet and saying, “Light night.”
Clark just sat down in a chair, still glowing faintly pink. “I am never calling Metropolis weird again.”
Peters super-sense causes super-empathy, when hes locked into a fight. He can see every emotion, every micro-expression, he can read each feeling on people. This is part of why he keeps himself distracted while fighting... he wants to not be able to see everything. He wants to be busy talking, too busy talking to notice the pain he causes.
He hates eye contact for the same reason.
But when he comes back from the snap, he hasnt practice pushing all that information out. He hasnt had the chance to brace himself from all that pain.
So, kneeling in front of Tony as he dies, having experienced that pain (what feels like) moments before, he cant help but feel every ounce of Tonys pain.
It'll haunt him forever.
peter kidnapped post NWH spell and he realizes nobody is coming to help him. he has nobody other than himself.
Until days pass, and he starts to realize maybe this is the time he dies, and he hallucinates an iron man suit breaking down whatever door and scooping him up, flying off.
he must hallucinate it anyways… because Stark is dead. it must be a hallucination.
(It’s not. The suit still has its programming, to protect Spider-Man, and Spider-Man exists even if peter doesn’t. The suit exists even if tony doesn’t. The coding says to deliver Peter to tony’s location, and tony last was logged at the cabin… so an exhausted, injured, and confused boy gets dropped off at the cabin, and the alive Starks have NO idea who he is and why the suit left at all.
Peter’s nowhere near up to explaining.)
I've never seen a normal post about C.S. Lewis and JRR Tolkien it's always just like: Tolkien once murdered someone and Lewis helped him bury the body but he wore a Santa costume just to spite him
Ok we all talk about the Pevensies’ trauma at returning to Earth at the end of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and their trouble readjusting to life there again but think of all the funny/good parts too
They return from the country, and their mom is surprised when all her children hug her at the station. Even Peter, who thinks he’s all grown up. Even Edmund, who went away surly and withdrawn. She doesn’t know her children haven’t seen her in over a decade.
They miss their dear Cair Paravel, but they absolutely do not miss its chamber pots. Indoor plumbing is amazing.
It takes a while to remember how modern technology works, though. How many heart attacks did the siblings give their parents or the professor because they walked into a dark room only to turn on the light and find the children sitting there in the dark. (They were by the window! There was still plenty of light from the sunset! They would have gotten a candle in a minute!) The kids sheepishly remember oh yeah electricity is a thing.
(Edmund has a new electric torch in Prince Caspian. He was so excited to get that torch. Almost more excited than you’d think a kid his age would be, and his parents expect Peter at least to tease him, but the siblings all agree light in your hand at the touch of a switch is terrific.)
Suddenly getting really high grades in some subjects and terrible in others. Their grammar, reading comprehension, spelling, vocab, even penmanship? Amazing. History and geography? They don’t remember anything. One time in class Susan forgets Earth is round and wants to die.
Also they can never remember what the date is supposed to be because Narnia uses different months and years. They can estimate time really well by looking at the sun though, and Edmund at least can always tell which way is north etc without thinking about it (again, using the sun)
Okay but how many times did they go to pick something up or reach something and realize they are so much shorter and less muscled than they expect? It’s a common sight to see Peter climbing on counters to reach a top cabinet, grumbling about how he’s High King this is demeaning. (No he never takes the extra five seconds to grab a stool. He will climb that shelf.)
Peter and Susan being delighted because they are no longer almost thirty. (In a few years Edmund and Lucy will tease them about being old and their parents will not understand.)
Lucy doesn’t have to deal with periods anymore for a few years yet. Susan might not either. Heck yeah
Lucy loves to climb into her siblings’ laps and be cuddled. In Narnia she eventually she grew too big, but now she is small and snuggleable again. Peter is her favorite, and if she’s upset, he’ll tickle her and tell bad jokes until she’s smiling again, but really she loves cuddling with all her family. She grew up without her parents; how many times did she just want to crawl into her mom’s lap and her mom was a world away? Imagine the first time she realizes she can now. Or, imagine one day, a cold and grey sort of day, when the rain is pattering against the windows, and it sounds like the rain on the windows of the Professor’s house, that first day they went exploring. It sounds like the day they played hide and seek. It sounds so like the rain on the windows of Cair Paravel, that if Lucy closes her eyes she can imagine she’s back there, having tea and chatting with Mr. Tumnus before the fireplace of her room, and soon the rain will stop, and they will go out on the balcony and wave to the naiads and the dryads and the mermaids, who have come out to enjoy the rain and visit one other on the banks of the Great River winding past Cair Paravel down to the sea.
But if Lucy looks out the window, all she’ll see is the rain over London, so it’s not only a cold and grey sort of day, it’s a lonely sort of day too.
Susan and Edmund are playing chess in the living room (and they must have studied with Professor Kirke, thinks their mother, because they certainly weren’t that good when they left). Lucy goes over to Edmund, and oh dear, thinks their mother, now he’s going to call her a baby and be horrible to her, but instead he picks her up and puts her on his lap without even taking his eyes off the chessboard; it’s simply a matter of course.
“Doesn’t the rain sound familiar?” says Lucy in a solemn, wistful way.
Their mother doesn’t know what that means, but her siblings must, because Susan says, “Yes, Lu, it does,” and Edmund gives her a little hug with his free arm as she tucks herself under his chin to watch the chess match.
(Five minutes later there is a crash from the next room as Peter falls off a counter. Their mother does not understand the words he must have picked up from the Professor, but he’s grounded for them anyway. His siblings have no respect for their High King, because they refuse to stop laughing.)
how can you be a wolverine fan and not also be a multishipper? that man is a WHORE
logan howlett has always been THAT bitch
“I have learned that when sadness comes to visit me, all I can do is say “I see you.” I spend some time with it, get up, and say goodbye. I don’t push it away. I own it. And because I own it, I let it go.”
— Carolina Zacaria
Inspired by the new set of photos released by Amazon prime
Days seem sometimes as if they’ll never end
*makes them closer and changes crowleys entire hairstyle*
What if you were HOMELESS and living in your CAR with your HOUSEPLANTS and your 6000 year old INHERANT ENEMY turned ALLY turned FRIEND that you SAVED the WORLD with and DEFIED both HEAVEN and HELL with and have been PINING AFTER for SIX THOUSAND YEARS takes you to a COFFEESHOP and the BARISTA asks about the NAKED MAN at his BOOKSHOP
Rool
crowley literally just got fired kicked out of his home is living in his car with his houseplants hes having the worst fucking time of his life and now he thinks aziraphale is cheating on him. can someone get this poor guy a fucking break. can we cut him some SLACK
I for real thought that he had a ponytail coming out of his hat for a sec there and then realised that it's someone else's hair 🤡
And when you seek for your dreams
With a ludicrous hunger
Watching them dissapear
Like how the wax of a candle melts away
Rather miserably
And all that's left are the mournful wisps of the smoke
Just the petty illusions of whens and wheres
You still try to hold on to them
Cradle them in your arms
With the resemblance of an unborn child
Who's soul got lost too early
Yet you still try to be a necromancer and try to pour life into your desires
Wishing and hoping
For a brighter future
~ @thefirstsunray