Our rose, your rose, it has gone black and brown, rotten, stinking like death, barren of petals (though I suppose I’m partly to blame for that)— but I keep it; because it is yours, because I remember you smiling when you found it on your vanity, and I remember you smiling as you dropped it into the snow. Think of me fondly, you said; you know I do.
You just kinda forget, sometimes. The good and the bad. Sometimes your brain allows things to slip slide beneath the surface, allows you to go through your life unconcerned, untroubled by the things you forgot to remember.
Course, then, you forget to remember to forget and it’s like tripping over in your dreams, gut shot of adrenaline and the futile drum of feet against mattress, blown back years and any number of steps ‘cos corner-caught windows are that certain shade of blue.
But it works both ways, 'cos you can’t think about the good at all hours of the day or what the hell else would you get done? So there’s that sudden gut shot only this time it’s warm, impossible, stomach punch awareness 'cos of how beautiful he is when he smiles. He’s beautiful when he smiles.
And it feels like a secret, like a rediscovery, like the world is new every time he pushes his hand through his long damned hair and your world tilts a little on its axis. Like the exact colour of his eyes is some kinda revelation.
So you’ll take the blue, and the moment of terror, 'cos your brain working this way lets you remember you love him every day like it’s new.
Zordon: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know. Alpha 5: I did. I broke it… Zordon: No. No, you didn’t. Zack? Zack: Don’t look at me. Look at Jason. Jason: What?! I didn’t break it. Zack: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken? Jason: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken! Zack: Suspicious. Jason: No, it’s not! Billy: If it matters, probably not… Kimberly was the last one to use it. Kimberly: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap! Billy: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Kimberly: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Billy! Alpha 5: Alright let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Zordon. Zordon: No. Who broke it? Jason: [whispering] Zordon, Trini’s been awfully quiet… Trini: Really?! Jason: Yeah, really! — Zordon: I broke it. I was upset and I spent an hour trying to figure out how to smash it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
You walk around hurting people, using words like bullets, stepping all over everyone and everything in your path. And you don’t care. Maybe you don’t even notice. How did you turn into a shell of a person without an ounce of empathy?
Idk why but recently I've been thinking what it would be like for Clark to come back from the grave to find the fully formed justice league. Like what the fuck. Why do we have a club now. How did you guys even find each other we all have secret identities? Was this all Batman or was there like a nominating committee or something? what the hell I wasn't dead that long who are these people.
clark’s so new to the game, i doubt he’s actually looked into other heroes outside of batman - i get the feeling that was his first real broadening of the horizons, so to speak. he knows they exist, but he doesn’t know much about them, aside from basic powers and a nebulous MO - actually, depending on how present aquaman is, which i feel is not at all, i’m thinking the only heroes superman may really know about are batman, wonder woman, and the flash. and he doesn’t actually know wonder woman, she’s just this armored lady who showed up and kicked ass that’s with neither him or batman. i don’t…. think he actually knows her hero title is wonder woman, actually.
um. wow. clark’s going to look at batman and be like “are they with you?” and batman’s going to be like “no, they’re with you” and barry’s going to be like “but you’re the one who broke into my house in the middle of the night” and then superman’s gonna be -.- and that’s it that’s the movie
Seriously what is wrong with me I just read all that post in 1 night. Holy shit. You'll never know until you try lmao. Hope I'm this determined with homework. Could've past USMLE like 10 years ago. (2)
It had been a couple of days since John had been following a wild goose chase about a someone who apparently knew how to use dark magic. He had hit a dead end. Dead ends seem to be the only thing John came across these days. This one however, seemed to hit him hard. That was four days ago. What had John done for those four days? Found every bar possible in New York. While in the most recent establishment, he glanced over at the paper from that morning “All Heroes must sign!” – “ Government looking for all Heroes to follow the Accords”
“Bloody Super Heroes” he exhaled with a sigh and chuckled to himself. He went to take another sip before -
“I chucked you out about an hour ago, how did you even - ”