“Cass Is The Perfect Fighter And She Is Always 100% Serious In Any Of Her Fights. Shes Not The Hero

Laura Kinney by Giada Velviso

❛ yeah. ❜

She smells shit [a guy who she confessed to only for him to pick up and magic his way out of her life like days later]… “Am I losing my mind?”

Superman by itoscaresme.

if you ever catch martin where he can't think of a rebuttal he's just gonna smile and start singing in your face to piss you off.

SUPERMAN (2025) dir. James Gunn

random lil hcs for wally.

wally  is  a  good  cook,  really  good.  between  a  healthy  appetite  and  a  strong  need  for  calories  (  super  speed  go  brr  )  he's  gotten  good  at  cooking  for  himself.  on  the  opposite  side,  at  a  point  i  doubt  he's  even  picky  with  food.  you'll  eat  his  food  and  it  taste  five  class  and  he's  just  like??  what.  it's  roughly  all  the  same  to  him.

slaps  on  a  red  nose  every  year  at  Christmas  time.  wallace  rudolph  west  lives  forever. 

prone  to  hyper  speed  talking.  he's  a  bit  more  restrained  than  his  peers  but  get  him  going  and  you'll  never  hear  a  single  word  just  a  long  ass  buzz  and  him  looking  for  understanding.  wally:  you  got  that? 

gonna go play in my carrd again then maybe icon a lil

Papers in the wind. Hotaru, Good Samaritan despite the way he speaks of people: bends to help gather the materials which seemed to spill from the professor(?)’s hands. Sometimes a rabbit doesn’t know it’s crossed a lion and wanders in its den regardless. “… bad weather. Ah, here you go.”

a single second. lots can change in one   —   an arrow might strike true, or an encounter might occur. in a single second, his attention drifted. golden irises, deep and rich like pools of ichor, glance towards the sky. it's getting later, the purplish orange hue edging the far reaches of the sky warns him. still, the sun hangs up above with unchallenged bravado. it does not shy away from the shadows; it does not fear sinking beyond the skyline   —   it knows it will rise. it will always rise; its destined to shine, so let it do as it was destined. and in a single second, he's jealous of its certainty   —   of such a simple fate.

papers slipped from his fingers, plucked by thieving winds, howling and cackling as they went. a soft curse, a dead word, in a foreign land   —   slips from his lips. at the very least, none of them went far. explaining how he lost more than half of the documents pertaining to the school wouldn't have been a pleasant conversation. not that thane worries about such things. it's almost time for him to find another place, as things would have it. to see what the next school might offer   —   he's sure his colleagues are appalled by how often he comes and goes. their job security is why they stay. however, it's the security he does not want.

the thin metal clips in his dreads clink gently as he kneels carefully, none too eager to exacerbate old wounds. everything he does is stiff   —   a plain attempt at coddling discomfort. and suddenly, he's not alone, not that they crept 'pon him unseen. it's just more papers returned to his hands than he gathered himself. some of the glow in his gaze darkens if only for a moment; it's never truly gone   —   the lambent within.

❛  & —— and just like that, you're my favorite student.  ❜   lips curve into a mannerly smile.   ❛  even if we've never met before.  ❜   he straightens up, smoothing out each document, a practiced gesture.   ❛  thank you.  ❜

unprompted,

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