look at that fierce lion man


This little blurb is for my darling @t-starkasm who sent me this picture of a very obvious Smitten Kitten!!

So I added another little bit to the ORIGINAL STORY to include this darling little scene!!!



The ringtone of Steves phone completely interrupted the mission briefing, and absolutely made Agent Coulsons jaw drop.

Who let the dogs out? Who who who who! Who let the dogs out?”

“Oh my god.” His face flamed red and he scrambled to mute it. “I am so sorry, Agent Coulson, Colonel Rhodes, its um—”

“Captain Rogers.” Rhodey was trying his damnest to keep the snmirk off his face. “Captain Rogers.” he cleared his throat. “Would I be correct in assuming that Seargent Barnes is the one calling you right now?”

“I–I–” the Lion shifter swallowed back a growl of annoyance. “My mate changed my ringtone, I apologize.”

“Sorry, but Seargent Barnes chose that as his ringtone?” Agent Coulson asked in that quietly, polite way of his. “Seargent Barnes, the Alpha Wolf shifter?”

“Not that mate. My other mate, Tony.” he breathed a deep sigh. Tony had changed his ringtone because hed been upset Steve couldnt stay with him all day today. Not that Steve had wanted to spend his whole day locked in the conference room talking about missions and personell. No he would much rather be snuggled up in bed with both his mates. He missed Tony and Bucky so much he nearly ached. He needed a break from all this. A break from being Captain America. A break from being Steve. He needed to just be Bucky and Tonys mate, and let them take care of him.

Steve shook his head and pushed those thoughts away. He had been feeing down for weeks now and didnt really know what to do about it.

“If you’ll excuse me.” he said politely. “I need to take this.”

“Ah. Of course.” Coulson said with a little smile. “By all means, take your mates call.”

“Thank you. Just a few minutes.” Steve stepped into the hallway and opened his phone. “Bucky, I swear to god. You know I am in a meeting, I will muzzle your–”

“911, Steve.” Buckys voice was stressed, nearly a whine. “911, our room. Its Tony.”

“Oh shit.” Steve only stepped into the conference room long enough to snatch his shield, and took off running, no apology or explanation or anything.

“ I havent been around the compound much since this all happened.” Coulson commented mildly. “Does this sort of thing–”

“Tony is the most high maintenance person in the world. Also the most high maintence shifter. Steve and Bucky have their hands full all the time.”

“Tony only weighs eighty pounds.” Coulson raised his eyebrows and Rhodey just started laughing.

“Phil. You literally have no idea how much of a handful Tony can be.”

“Isnt his shifter form a cat?”

Phil. You have no idea.” The colonel collapsed back into his chair, shoulders shaking.

“But both Rogers and Barnes are Alpha–”

“Phil.” Rhodey was full on cackling now, wiping his tears away. “You have no idea.”

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The Demon Inside Me - (VIXX Mafia!AU Leo x Reader)

Word count: 1104

Warning(s): Angst and character death

“What do you mean she’s missing?” Leo seethed into the phone, his hand white knuckling around the black case, panic rushing through him. “Find her” were his last words before he disconnected the call, his nostrils flaring in rage. But of course, that is how he looked on the inside. He was frightened on the inside, all possible scenarios rushing through his head and ironically all of them having the worst outcomes.

Jung Taekwoon, or better known as Leo, the leader of the country’s most notorious mafia, VIXX was someone not to be messed with. He was as cold as ice, a calculating individual that planned ten steps ahead, keeping each outcome of a single step in his mind, manipulative and fierce like a lion that annihilates its enemies. His presence was enough to make a man quake in fear, his aura screamed danger and no one would dare look him in the eye.

He was making it to the top of the food chain and was gradually becoming internationally known. He was a force to be reckoned with and the whole world knew that but only one person could bring out a different him. His fiancé (Y/n) (L/n) who was loved by him dearly.

She was his everything, she was someone around whom he could let his guard down without any hesitation, someone that always made his heart swell with happiness, someone that made him smile or better yet laugh even, someone that gave him hope of a better tomorrow and most of all, someone that completed him. She was his home, his light and his salvation. And the fact that she was missing, aggravated him since the most likely reason for your disappearance was your abduction by a formidable foe who was crazy enough to test him.

Leo’s slender fingers tapped against his mahogany desk in calculation. His panic slowly starting to surface as he took a deep breath in order to calm his nerves. Just then a soft knock sounded on the large door, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Come in” His cold voice rang in the huge room as he silently hoped for it to be some news regarding (Y/n).

The door opened and Hakyeon walked in with an agitated face which was a sure sign he came bearing troubling news. “We found her” he started, looking at the ground. Now, N had Leo’s full attention who had stood up, holding his breath.

“Where is she?” he tried to keep up the indifferent façade that was slowly starting to crumble away as his hands shook.

“She..” Hakyeon bit his bottom lip, not knowing how to deliver the news.

“She what?!” Leo spat feeling impatient as he took hurried steps towards him.

“She couldn’t make it” N exhaled. The world came crashing down on Leo as he sucked in a breath, his eyes widening at the new revelation.  

“Ravi” Hakyeon called out bowing his head down and moving aside to give way. Heavy footsteps entered the room and the sight before Leo made his heart skip a beat in mortification. Everything slowed around him, as he sharply inhaled. It was enough to make him cry tears to blood.

There in Ravi’s arms was (Y/n). Bruised, beaten and dried blood on her clothing.

“H-how?” Leo stumbled towards his beloved’s corpse in his companion’s arms as he suddenly had a hard time breathing, gasping for air, feeling the world closing in on him.

“In an alleyway near the penthouse. The Scorpions left a note declaring war on you” N softly said, Leo’s state making the cold blooded killer sympathize with his friend. Leo’s trembling hands reached for his fiancé as he silently cradled her cold body in his warm embrace, turning away from them.

“Leave” his voice shook as he went towards the couch, delicately placing her body on the black leather.

“(Y/N)” her name rolled off of his tongue like honey, as his lips quivered. “Baby please wake up” he caressed her cold cheek. He placed his crook of her neck, embracing her body. “Please” his voice cracked, wanting all of this to be a bad nightmare as he gently shook her body despite the fact that deep down he knew it was futile but the only thing keeping him alive was false hope. “Don’t leave me alone” he whispered stroking her cold jaw. “No…” He clutched her body and softly placed his lips on her forehead giving one last kiss before begrudgingly straightened up. His heart was set ablaze with a whirlwind of emotions as blood rose to his cheeks and he choked, the reality hitting him harder than a brick.

“NO!” He screamed letting out all his pent up emotions as he lifted his body heavily, letting out an anguished cry and went on a rampage in his office, breaking everything in sight. The room was a wreckage of all his belongings. Shards of glass everywhere, some even pierced his soft flesh. Broken wood, fallen desk, chair tossed on the ground like it was nothing, files scattered on the ground. With heavy breaths, his legs gave out as he fell on the ground, his hands running through his soft locks, something ticked inside of him as a drop of liquid cascaded down his pale cheek. He was crying.

For the first time in fifteen years and it was a foreign feeling to him. (Y/n) was gone and he wasn’t there to protect her when they came. His body raked with sobs and sorrow plagued his heart as images of her flashed though his head. Her laughter that lit up the room, her bright smile that always managed to calm him, their passion filled nights together and how she laughed off the bruises adorning her body the morning after, the way she moaned his name with her lips parted and eyes closed in euphoria caused by him, her soft caresses that always managed to relax him and most of all the way she looked at him.

It was a gaze filled with love and adoration that gave him hope that a monster like him was worthy of love. She was the purest of things, bright like a diamond and beautiful like a Goddess. And that is exactly what she was. His goddess. He bent to her every will. And lord save the person who dared to touch her because now, a beast had awoken inside of him, and it was not going to go away as he darkly stared at the ceiling. (Y/n) was the only one keeping him sane and now, he had opened the cage of his demons.

anonymous asked:

If we're talking about AUs... Wizard of Oz? Guy is Dorothy; new place, new time and Not Liking It (also he'd look fierce in that gingham dress and Ruby Slippers). J2 is the Cowardly Lion and wants courage to tell Nick they like him. Shilo would probably be the Good Witch (Wizard? Chicken Papa?) of the North if not the Wizard himself. Thoughts? I have no idea who'd be the Scarecrow, Tin Man, Wicked Witch of the West, or any other characters.

omg,,,, yes,,

shiloh is the perfect good witch, and j2 would make a very good cowardly lion. but hm, perhaps assmcgee would be the scarecrow?? bc hes stupid? and greyson may be a suitable tin man, bc hes heartless????? and the tin man has an axe so

i couldnt think of a wicked witch but i drew the Gang (the wizard is Me, probably idk)

Next Contestant

Jax imagine based on the song “Next Contestant” by Nickleback 

Originally posted by sikanapanele

Originally posted by haidaspicciare

“Don’t you want to go home and cuddle? Watch a movie?” Your boyfriend said, rubbing his temples as he watched you get ready.  You snorted out a laugh as you put on your earrings laying in the small make up table the strip club gave you in the equally small room to get ready, for your number was the most popular one the club offered. You were a stripper, since you were 20, you worked the pole like no one else did. You thought about stepping out, at the peak of your career,  when you met a young, ambitious, VP, Jax Teller; But that wasn’t going to happen. On a busy night, you made more than 2000 dollars. It was worth it. 

“Really, babe? It’s been a year. You should be used to it by now.” You said as you fixed the outfit you were going to wear. Your number was the wet dream of every 007 fan, a gold bikini and a blonde wig. Jax sighed as he saw you walk over to him, all covered in glitter, ready to perform. You sat down on his lap and rubbed even more glitter on your arms and exposed body parts.

Jax came every once in a while, to check on you, watch you perform, and take you home at sunrise. He hated your job and you hate his job and none of you was willing to give in, so you found a way to make it work. You bought him a piece of him, by having him around. Charming was nothing without the Sons. You were born and raised in Stockton, so you knew Jax’s business with the club and after being his loyal girlfriend for a year, you knew a bit more; but it was simple, if Charming sneezed, Stockton got the flu. 

“I know. But each night it seems like it’s getting worst. I don’t know what i prefer, being here and scare the shit out of the assholes coming at you, or stay at the clubhouse, ignore this whole shit.” You smiled as you caressed his beard, still sitting on his lap, until a knock on the door made you get up, putting on your robe.

“Hey, Cali. You’re on in five. Number with Hanna and London.” It was just Annie, your assistant. You smiled at the young girl and locked the door again, getting rid of the robe and fixing your wig on the mirror, watching how Jax looked at your ass, both shamelessly and worried. There wasn’t nothing wrong with your job, but you decided to hide your real name. You understood society, sort of, and you also decided to call yourself “Cali”, a short for California. It added some sort of pride to your work, being a Cali girl and all. You helped Jax get up, grabbing his hand and smiling at him. 

“I can get the bike to the back and we’ll be out of here in two seconds” The VP said, making you smile as you got on your tip toes. What meant to be a goodbye kiss, Jax turned it into the beginning of a full make out session. You burst out in laughs in the middle of his strategy and caressed his cheek, as he sighed, resignation on his voice. 

“I’ll see you on the stage, alright?” You winked as you left the room, only hearing Jax curse. 

It was like a magic act for you. Perform in front of strangers; You took pride in what your boss said to you when you came in asking for a job; that you were classy, a lady, that you reminded him of the good old stripper, with the giant glass of champagne, or the navy uniform, the bubbles and long gloves number. It made you feel better, to know that you weren’t selling yourself that low. No little girl wants to be a stripper. Life put you in this situation, so you just tagged along and accepted it. At least it was paying college. 

The music began, low and slow, as you and the other two girls you performed with swayed to the rhythm; After all these years, hearing the wolf whistles and cat calls still made you blush, so you tried to focus on the important thing. Jax Teller in front of you. You danced for him, you always did. It made you feel better, it made him feel better to know that you weren’t looking at any other man while you took off your clothes. You could see how he stood; white knuckles from holding on too damn tight to the chair you bought for him any time he came along, right in front of your mark on the stage. The loud thud of his lion heart beating against his chest, the way he caressed his beard and the two packs of cigarettes he smoked in order to calm the fierceness he felt. His blushed cheeks. 

No Son was allowed to that strip club the night you performed; You thanked him for this. If there was something worst that taking off your clothes in front of strangers, was taking off your clothes in front of family. You removed your bra and threw it at him, as he catched it, earning several stares from the other costumers and regulars. Your girlfriends followed, as you took off the bottom of the bikini, and the whole club burst out in cheers. You picked up the money being thrown and your workmates did the same, as you smiled at the thousands and hundreds in your hands. The lights went off and you and your friends left the stage. Jax got up pretty quickly of the char and followed you backstage.

You were greeted by Annie, handing you your short silk mexican pink robe with your name on the back. You hugged your friends and gave the money to one of the main girls, that counted it, and split it in three, saving it for the end of the night. You didn’t had any other number until 4 am, so you decided to chill at the bar with Jax. You were changing clothes and hair when your boyfriend walked into your small room, closing the door behind him. You smiled, still naked and in front of him.

“Hi, babe. Enjoyed it?”

“Best night ever.” His sarcasm was half truth and half lie. He loved watching you take the clothes off, what he didn’t loved was the fat business man drooling over your body. He sat down on his usual chair and looked at you as you putted on your next outfit: All leather tonight. You had a tight black leather bralet and gloves that combined. You looked around for your spank panties when you saw Jax swaying them in his index finger. You smiled and walked over to him, grabbing them and sliding them on, before hoping on him, legs wrapped around his waist, him falling back into the couch, with you on top. 

He kissed your mouth, exploring it and trying to erase the taste of the lipstick you wore. Too much for his liking. He grabbed your legs, massaging them and having his way, owning you. You sat on his lap, and worked to unbuckle his best, admiring his famous smirk when they knocked on the door again, making you groan and get up, as Jax did the same. 

“Yeah?” It was sweet innocent Annie again.

“Boss wants you out in the bar. I’m sorry.” She peeked her head in and gave Jax an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Jax.”

“It’s alright” He said, flashing her a two second smile. You sighed and turned back wrapping your arms around Jax’s neck, as Annie left. You grabbed Jax’s package without any shame. 

“Hold that thought? I’m off at 5. We can finish it at my place.” He nodded and smiled at you, pecking your lips and going out to hang out at the bar. 

You were having strong scotch and tequila with your boyfriend, having the time of your life, when you felt a sweaty, warm hand slap your ass. You gasped and almost spilled your drink all over yourself but you didn’t cared, for you needed to do more important things: Stopping Jax for example. 

“Hey, asshole!” Jax, said, walking past you and over the fat old man with office suit. He turned around and Jax could see he was pissed drunk, red eyes and sweaty face. “That’s my fucking girlfriend you spanked there.”

“Hey, man…” he said, stumping and walking over to you. None of his equally coworkers stepped in, watching Jax’s patches. “If she works here, she’s up for it.” You closed your eyes in shame and sighed, holding Jax by his kutte. He groaned before grabbing the mans collar and holding him up, ready to throw some punches.

“It’s a fucking strip club, not a whore house, you useless piece of shit.” Jax barked. 

“Jax…” You whispered, for you saw people started to gather around. You know they would call security. “Babe, c’mon…” 

Then he said it. The four letter word you’ve been hearing since you got into the business, the one that you hated and feared you the must.

“Not my fault your girl is such a slut.” Jax lost it. No one stepped in as your boyfriend knocked the costumer in one clean shot, but continued smashing his face in once he was on the floor. You were screaming his name, until your boss came, breaking apart the “fight” and asking Anthony, the chain man, to escort the two man outside. You locked eyes with him as he stepped out of the club and into the back. 

“Come back tomorrow. But he can’t come back in two months, alright?” You nodded at your boss when he gave you the green light to leave work early. You slipped into your baggy jeans and your black converse, along with a simple white shirt, grabbed your luggage and walked to the back on the club, where you saw Jax, leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette, bloody knuckles.

You sighed as you walked next to him. “Hi…” you greeted. He looked back at you and frowned, you weren’t supposed to be out, you had 4 hours left. He spit at the ground and walked over to you. 

“What happened?”

“You ass got me out of work.” You smiled at him, placing your bags on the bike next to you. “Babe, you can’t do that. This is where i work; and he was drunk and an asshole. Tony would have kicked him out.” He shook his head and then nodded.

“I’m sorry. You know how i get. All the guys in there, i just want to watch them leave the place limping and bloody.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled. “You’re all mine.”

“And i’ll always be all yours, Jackson.” He smiled and pressed a hot open mouth kiss to your lips. You moaned against his mouth, breaking away the kiss. “You’re not allowed into the club for two months.” His smile faded a little, as you smiled back at him. “Sorry, but you going all gangster inside scared the girl outs.” 

He nodded. “I understand. He’s lucky to be breathing.”

“Oh, i think he knows that.” He grabbed your helmet and handed it to you and he put his own on. “How about cuddles and a movie now, huh?” You hoped on the bike as Jax drove you over to your house, while the sun was still no place near. 

if there had been no Narnia

AO3 // FF.net

a/n: pls forgive the quality of this; edits will hapen eventually, but it’s not doing any good just sitting on my hard drive. Posting it because I saw a post by @digorykirke & @aslansblessings

But what if something was different? What if there had been no Narnia?

What if they never followed Lucy through a wardrobe into a land of eternal winter? What if Lucy had returned to her room to sob herself to sleep, and when she went back, the wardrobe wouldn’t open? What if Lucy had returned to her room to sit in silence, in imagination, only wondering what could have happened (what would have happened)?

Because Narnia was a land that needed them, true, but there are other siblings, other stories (a prophecy is only what you make of it, some people would say. It’s only true because you make it so. Because someone is scared (wants uncompromising power and resolute authority), and acts without compassion and without foresight, and the others just want the one. What is a nation, a people, when you have a brother; and so the prophecy comes true). But that is another story. In this one, there is just England. Just resentment and anger and bullying and caring (and love, still at the center). In this story, there is still a war too large for young children and truths too real for them to have to face.

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“Hey, I’m gonna go use the bathroom.  Cas—“ you got the angel’s attention.  It usually was on you whether you noticed it or not, and the thought that you were addressing him as opposed to one of the brothers made him perk up.  “—mind watching my food?  I don’t trust these guys,” you laughed.

“Food, yes, of course.  I’ll watch it… w-with my eyes.  Don’t worry; neither Sam nor Dean will take a even a seed off of this plate,” he stammered.

You chuckled, “Knew I could count on you,” before sliding out of your chair and heading towards the restroom.

“Always can!  Cas has got your back.”

At that, Dean couldn’t help but roll his eyes.  “You hearin’ this?” he asked Sam, incredulous.  “He sounds like a friggin’ middle schooler.”

“Dude, just leave him alone.  Y/N will figure it out sooner or later.”

“No, no, I can’t.  Listen to him!  ‘Cas has got your back.’  Who says that?”

“I can hear both of you very well, as can the rest of this diner.  You’re shouting,” Cas said quietly.  “And you should know that this is improvement.”

Dean raised his eyebrows.  “Improvement?  C’mon, man; grow a pair!  It’s Y/N you’re talking to.  Act like it.”  He finished by swiping a couple of fries off of your plate, and the blood drained from Cas’s face.

“She told me to watch her food,” Cas said, his voice sturdy like he was standing up for himself.

Dean rolled his eyes, and Sam kept looking on with a cocked eyebrow and half smile.  “Ooh, fierce like a lion.  They’re a few fries; she won’t notice.”  He reached over and gave Cas a pat on the back, and when he looked up, he saw you walking back towards the table.  “Hey, Romeo.  Juliet’s coming back.”

Both he and Sam laughed when they saw Cas straighten up in his chair automatically, but he kept his gaze fixed on your plate, his expression troubled.  How was he to explain that he couldn’t even manage to protect your meal?

“Bathroom here’s immaculate, in case you’re wondering,” you commented with a laugh as you sat down.  “Thanks for watching my food, Cas.”  At his lack of response, you looked over at him.  He still hadn’t teared his eyes away from the space where there had been a few fries, and you gently put your fingers on his shoulder.  “Cas?  You okay?”

He practically jumped out of his seat at the contact.  “I—uh, yes, I’m… being called.  Enjoy your meal; I’m sorry.”  And with that, he poofed away.

“That was weird,” you said, sticking a fry into your mouth.  “Any idea what that was about?”

“No clue,” Dean lied.  He was unable to keep a smirk off of his face.

When you turned to Sam for help, he had shoved a forkful of his salad into his mouth so that he wouldn’t be able to answer you.  

You just shrugged and went back to eating your dinner, wondering whether or not your french-fry supply had decreased since you left.

Look you, Doubloon, your zodiac here is the life of man in one round chapter. To begin: there’s Aries, or the Ram – lecherous dog, he begets us; then, Taurus, or the Bull – he bumps us the first thing; then Gemini, or the Twins – that is, Virtue and Vice; we try to reach Virtue, when lo! comes Cancer the Crab, and drags us back; and here, going from Virtue, Leo, a roaring Lion, lies in the path – he gives a few fierce bites and surly dabs with his paw; we escape, and hail Virgo, the virgin! that’s our first love; we marry and think to be happy for aye, when pop comes Libra, or the Scales – happiness weighed and found wanting; and while we are very sad about that, Lord! how we suddenly jump, as Scorpio, or the Scorpion, stings us in rear; we are curing the wound, when come the arrows all round; Sagittarius, or the Archer, is amusing himself. As we pluck out the shafts, stand aside! here’s the battering-ram, Capricornus, or the Goat; full tilt, he comes rushing, and headlong we are tossed; when Aquarius, or the Waterbearer, pours out his whole deluge and drowns us; and, to wind up, with Pisces, or the Fishes, we sleep.
—  Herman Melville
"BAN: Series for the Last Day:" Bhanu Kapil

It is the last day, and along the river, women are gathering the raw silk and cotton in coils of dripping color, feet bare, raw really and they’re exhausted. This is the day that wires me to color but they are — most of the way through their own lives. 42? 50?

From the mountains. From the sky.

It is the last day I knew you in the time that we touched. And the more I write this, the more I realize how long ago it truly was that we touched. Centuries have passed and each life, I am born feet-first beneath a Lebanese cedar until finally, I am born in England on a summer’s day, girls with pink ribbons in their hair trailing an even paler red light from their bodies as they gallop past on the street below. I count their cells. Each cell gives off a tiny bit of light. That light escapes; and yet, as the passage to rebirth narrows, I look away from them — fierce white animals that they are.

I knew you.

Come back.

Be mine.

I loved a man. A man with teeth made of channeled white — the white of lions. This is the language made available to me by English. Language does not survive death. I loved him and now — I search for him, scanning, at every airport and sometimes even in the supermarket in the large town to the north.

For more.

I can’t sleep at night. Approaching death each time, I feel neither anxiety nor fear but relief that I can try again.

Come again.

It is the last day. I am 23. My husband is 24. It is 1895. It is 1431. It is 1972. We have been married for five months. I love him in a way that unknots me from the sky — from the inexorable flow of day into night. Even the day is night when he is near me. But he dies. He dies then dies again. We gasp — I gasp, my mother-in-law gasps — but die he does, in front of us, on the wet ground. We are in the courtyard when he buckles to his knees, then over to his side. He is walking to the kitchen from the bath, a threadbare towel thrown over his left shoulder, a thin cotton dhoti tied around his waist. July and so it’s raining. Monsoon jasmine spilling out of our mouths when we scream: the air…

By nightfall, his pyre is prepared. A leaf wrapped around a mixture of nuts and a narcotic, an altering — powder — is pushed into my mouth. Drugged, I am propped between two others as I walk to the river pyre and there he is, there he is, there he is — a form.

Sheet, sticks, red powder and a fire — a fire is so cold…the red shape against the black river behind it, running hard. Monsoon…

And with a shove, and with a push.

I am gone.

No, they haven’t lit it yet. I am lying on top of my husband. And when they set the fire, I don’t feel anything.



Dressed in white.

The fire sobers me up. The fire reaches my foot and in that instant, terrifying everyone, I stand up. I stand up and I scream. I scream and I arch back. I arch back and I rotate. I twist in the air.

Imagine a woman leaping from a fire into the water.

For an instant, she’s glimpsed — seen by others — face up — in that water, the fire running over the top of her body — and then swept — downstream — still ablaze.

The pink dolphins surge towards her. Why?

This is the last day.

Now my eyes are closed. The pink dolphins keep my mouth and nose above the water. Gradually, the calls of the men on the riverbank fade. I fall asleep. I fall into a deep sleep.

In this sleep, the dolphins carry me to the delta and then out to sea. There, a whale slips beneath and carries me farther in — deep into the true sea.

Tiny creatures come and nibble away at my burns — my legs and ankles fused together — until I am covered with coppery scars. My face a mask like a copper-colored leaf mixed now with a vertical skin, preserving it. My face. I drift beneath the falling stars, the blackness, the darkness, the river, for whom it is preserved.

And now I am dead. I am a mixture of dead and living things — all the creatures of the sea are breathing with me and for me, their mouths on my chin, my lips. The tiniest breathing of all. Their oxygen is like me. I am like them. For many hours I bob and select, with each breath, a continuing life but a storm is coming, the waves are crashing over my head — my head of long red hair, my white, creamy, and unreal skin — the pallor beneath the leaf — and even the whale needs to dive down now, renew his source of love.

And now, gradually at first and then with a great roar, mid-ocean: rain. A lightning bolt strikes me where I lie in my caul of throbbing weeds and fish. And this.

A next life.

My eyes flung open to the sky. To begin.

To live again — affixed to the circuitry of the non-living world.

By nightfall, I was red.

Almost but never quite dead.

To begin. To never begin. To begin. To never begin. To begin. To never begin. To begin. To never begin. To begin. To never begin. To begin. To never begin. To begin. To never begin. To begin. To never begin. To beign.

To bump.

To bump against land when I come to it.

To wash up. Why?

Yesterday, I oiled then braided my hair. I washed myself. I ate a balanced meal with milk. I poured a glass of milk into the sea.

Imagine the cloud of milk as it dissipates.

Now drink water.

I drink the water for Ban.

I write these notes for Ban.

You read these notes for Ban.

Why? I feel bad for you, having read this far into the nothing that these notes are.

And must be.




Just as skin is bland and eases off the bones at the least touch.

Or tongue.

Of flame.

What were your favorite parts of the trailer?

Seeing the destruction of Metropolis from a different perspective and how it lines up exactly with the scenes from ‘Man of Steel’

Bruce Wayne sees his building be torn apart and looks horrified

Bruce Holding the little girl. 
Just the look on his face…I don’t know, I can’t get over it, Ben is really emoting in this movie and I’m loving every second of it.

Clark Kent. 

Martha Kent tells Clark he doesn’t owe the world a thing (Martha Kent being a fierce momma lion and won’t let her son take crap from unappreciative butt-heads!)

Zod’s body

Robin’s costume, with Joker note

Thomas Wayne (Could he BE any more Thomas Wayne??)

Alfred tells Bruce, “This man is not our enemy” (Speak that truth Alfred!)
I find it a bit odd that Batman would use lines like him having to “Destroy” someone over having to stop them, seems a little non-Batman like, no matter how crotchety he may be in this movie. Hopefully it’s an in the moment thing and he has no intentions of KILLING Superman.

Batman jumps onto Superman on top of a building

Wonder Woman (please, PLEASE be awesome.)

Batman uses the grappling gun to get away (because it’s a grappling gun and it’s Batman.)

Also, I hope that this trailer is just cut in a way that it LOOKS like Superman is using heat-vision on Batman cause I find it hard to believe that Superman would actually use that on a human even if that human is Batman and being a thorn in his side atm.

Honorary Mention: THAT MUSIC THO?? AMAZING. Not sure if it’s Hans Zimmer or Junkie XL but props to you. Also, while I love the music in this trailer I hope that this film does carry over some of Superman’s themes from ‘Man of Steel’. But if the music is as amazing as this I won’t complain.