When Does A CANDLE Become A BLAZE? Whеn Does A MAN Become A MONSTER?

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I'M CRYING, LOOK AT CLARK'S FACE WHEN LOIS GETS KRYPTONIAN POWERS

CLARK KENT IS THE REIGNING CHAMP OF BEING LOIS LANE'S #1 FAN THAT IS A MAN THAT IS ABSOLUTELY OVER THE MOON THAT HIS WIFE IS SO COOL AND STRONG AND AWESOME HE IS SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW JUST WATCHING HER THIS IS THE BEST OF OF HIS LIFE

BALDURS GATE 3 PARTY BANTER PROMPTS LIST.

all of the following prompts are taken from party banter between the companions in larian studios' baldurs gate 3 (2023). there should be no spoilers! also, a disproportionate amount of these are from astarion and karlach. i'm not sorry.

I am enjoying our walks together, aren't you, [ name ]?

You'll be as depraved as the rest of us in no time.

Friend of yours?

Were you always so sneaky?

If there's hope for me there's hope for anyone.

How are we not there yet? My feet are killing me.

This is what I get for trying to strike up conversation.

We're not going to have trouble, are we?

If we continue this way, we may get too close for comfort.

Don't get too comfortable. We shouldn't overstay our welcome in such a place.

Do you have pet names for each other yet?

[ name ]! Was that a joke?

You know what - that is not the easiest of questions for me to answer.

Given your own nature, are you really the one to judge?

You can read?!

I'm surprised - I expected you to turn your back once you got what you wanted.

I wouldn't know a flirtation if you whacked me alongside the head with it.

Why stay somewhere safe and comfortable when we could be in mortal peril?

Can't say I love what they've done with the place.

I'm learning to enjoy the taste of chaos. Count me in.

At least you didn't tell me to 'be myself'.

You have so much to learn. Repeat after me: honey muffin, sweetie pie, sugarplum.

Nice to be in a crowd of normal people for once.

So [ name ], how is your sad, hopeless pining going?

You seemed a million miles away just then.

I fear I've been rather hasty to judge you, [ name ].

Ready to enter the belly of the beast?

Step one of starting a conversation: think before you speak.

I hear your relationship has taken on a new aspect recently…

All right, just keep it down. We're conspicuous enough without your hyena call.

Not one for roughing it, I see.

Why not have a little fun?

You're right, of course. Forgive me.

My money's on you, [ name ].

The echoes - listen! They're coming from three directions!

Want me to carry you?

Feeling at home?

Treat them right, or you'll have me to answer to.

Oh, darling, would you?

No doubt they found me too intimidating.

A girl could get used to this.

Now I don't know what to believe.

Well - yes, it was a joke.

I know that, too. It just wasn't funny.

And here I thought I rubbed you the wrong way.

Man, it's good to be home. First round on who?

Oh, I wouldn't actually leave. After all, where would you be without me?

You've quite the knack for finding the bright side of things, haven't you?

Well what would impress you, then?

Let's just stop this conversation right here, shall we?

Must've been an awful day for the people who lived here

You've clearly thought this through a great deal. I'm impressed and appalled in equal measure.

Sure, but think of the stories you'll be able to tell.

I never was scared of the shadows.

I know you're not really as heartless as all that.

I judged you wrongly. I'm sorry.

Are you charging for this sage advice, or is sticking your nose into my business just a hobby?

Pragmatism, thy name is [ name ].

That's ironic, coming from you.

We're either very clever or very lucky.

You do not need luck to survive, [ name ]. Not when you have me.

That will make getting word to my mother rather tricky.

Stop gawking at the decor. This place is dangerous.

I can't tell if you're joking.

So, what's it like caring for someone other than yourself, [ name ]?

You think I'm beautiful?

I feel it too. Here if you need a pick-me-up.

Yet another thing we have in common. We're two peas in a pod.

Is it so unbelievable that they would simply like me?

Use your words.

You gonna catch me if I eat a brick?

[ name ], I've heard you talking in your sleep.

Let's never speak of this again.

You can take a day off once in a while, [ name ]

Hey! Something bit me.

Cheer up. It might be all downhill from here.

I love a nice secret hideaway, don't you?

Think the bar is open?

Long live the king

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“I have survived, but I have not been spared.”

— Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente  (via charwrites)

just   some   cass   metas   so   i   can   figure   things   out   ;

001. Cassandra   learned   body   language   before   language.   It   became   the   first   and   only   thing   she   could   understand.   Since   taking   up   the   mantle   of   b//atgirl,   she's   undergoes/undergone   speech   therapy   to   improve   her   speech.   Despite   being   able   to   speak,   she   speaks   more   so   with   clear   intent   or   prefers   fewer   words.   When   she   speaks   in   a   longer   form,   it's   with   feelings   behind   them   or   meaning.

002. I   believe   this   sits   as   canon   for   most   bat//family   members,   but   Cass   teaches   self-defense   techniques   to   the   women   of   G//otham   on   a   volunteer   basis.   Giving   them   the   means   to   defend   themselves   from   the   city's   mean   streets,   she's   thrilled   to   put   her   skills   to   use   for   more   than   crimefighting.   To   give   her   bloodied   legacy   a   far   better   meaning   alongside   serving   as   b//atgirl.

003. Strong   silent   type.   Most   problems   are   internalized,   although   some   are   expressed   through   reckless   behaviors   in   the   field.   A   strong   sense   of   guilt   sits   inside   her   from   past   actions,   along   with   the   sting   of   failure   that   comes   from   the   past.   She   throws   herself   into   the   field   in   a   way   to   make   up   and   bury   those   feelings   more   often   than   not.   A   bit   hard   to   get   a   read   on   if   you   don't   know   her   very   well.

004. It's   almost   impossible   to   lie   to   Cass.   Reading   body   language   and   additional   training   made   her   a   walking   lie   detector.   The   tiniest   shift   of   weight,   the   subtle   twitch   of   an   eye,   a   quirk   of   lips   tend   to   be   more   than   enough   for   her   to   read   people.   She   doesn't   think   fondly   of   liars,   especially   when   they're   close   to   her.   On   the   same   note,   because   her   social   skills   are   developing   gradually,   her   mouth   reacts   faster   than   her   mind   to   family   matters.   Reading   the   members   of   the   b//atfamily,   unfortunately,   happens   all   too   often.   She   worries   for   them;   she   blurts   out   what   they're   trying   to   hide,   sometimes   leading   to   more   friction   between   them.

005. A   strong   craving   for   fast   food,   not   necessarily   the   fondest   of   sweets.

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big sister and little brother.

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜ brad n harley lalalala

lost the pompt. oops.

she knows. always knows. not like she could be stopped, peppering kisses across her friends' faces regardless. but his is a special target, alight beneath the moon and fireworks. not real ones, magic ones, just for her. the top of the abandoned ferris wheel creaks when they swing a little in the wind, and harley doesn't feel any fear.

only joy. she doesn't need to be this high in the air for brad to give her butterflies, what with all his chaos. everything she loves with none of the hate: he's fun, impulsive, not afraid. but he doesn't leash her, just holds her hand. trusts her to come bakc when she runs away. trusts her to only bite if the bark isn't enough.

trusts her. brad trusts her. harley can count on one hand how many people trust her these days.

the fireworks are on the inside now / a circus in her chest, cheering and drumming. she is a cacophony ! of laughter, of love. she swings her arms around his shoulders and BATHES his face in marks, lipstick that never seems to run out. forehead, cheek, nose, temple, everywhere but----

&&. one planted directly on his lips, sweet, syrupy, overwhelming. she thinks she hears music around them for a second, then she lets him go.

" ain't that s'upposed t'be my line, pretty boy ? "

me being strangled by someone who rightfully wants me dead: lmaooo i can't believe how bad u wanna fuck me

i'm slowly building my reading list so i can get muse inspo and i love books