Prometheus (2012)

oh i never talked about it but s//inners is such an amazing movie, man.

So don't talk about my wife like that.

" aw, supey, y'know i'd do anythin' for ya — 'specially after y'came all this way for li'l ol' me in person but ... "

heels click - clack as they bounce off the ledge beneath. she loves this view, where the city lights look like little stars & the factories are just little candles in the distance. good thing he was willing to bring her; she had hopped right into his arms the moment he said he was here off-duty & begged him to fly. she ain't above begging. 'specially if it means she gets to get lost in the vista, in her thoughts. or ... her doubts ? harley has never been able to read herself like she can others. self - denial & all. right now she's caught in the whirlwind. people weren't exaggerating, from the mouth of superman it's easy to believe anything. he could tell her the earth really is flat & what's she gonna do, say no ? it's friggin' superman. but it's been so long, & last time she had a real patient ... would anyone even take her seriously now?? ever?? maybe it's just a prank, 'cause that one time dinah--

blue meets brown. there's no more masks these days & for a second she regrets it. but his smile is easy, his breathing stable, his gaze steady. warm. he means it, all of it. and even if it said it's because black canary needs a break, she knows just from looking at him what he means: i want to give you a chance, too. to work again, to really help people, to connect with others. to have a place. but----no. if batman & superman can trust her, why can't she trust herself?

" ... okay. let's do it! tell canary i'm in! ohmygosh, i'm gonna be a doctor again !! doctor harley in the house!! i'm really gonna--whoa, can you pinch me ?? i'm a li'l dizzy ... "

LISTENING   TO   THE   GEARS   TURNING   IN   HARLEY'S   HEAD   DOESN'T   TAKE   SUPER-HEARING.it's   a   tall   ask   ———   it's   sudden.   several   times,   the   issue   came   up   in   the   league,   and   it   found   itself   deferred   several   times,   too.   not   because   of   a   split   decision,   though.   the   world's   been   on   unsteady   legs   lately   [   ...   ]   there's   always   another   crisis.   it   hangs   over   their   heads   and   makes   them   hesitate   to   do   too   much;   he   can   sympathize.   every   time   he   laces   up   the   boots,   dons   the   cape,   and   bears   the   family   crest,   he   remembers   he's   a   small-town   boy   from   kansas.   no   amount   of   super   speed   or   strength   made   those   challenges   any   less   daunting.

&.   here   he   is,   asking   her   to   bear   a   burden   far   heavier   than   supervillains   or   stray   meteors.   far   more   important   than   some   of   the   league's   most   dangerous   assignments   ———   mental   health   is   no   joke.   being   bulletproof   doesn't   protect   from   the   scars,   the   lingering   wounds   of   trauma   that   can   fester.   more   than   once,   he   led   the   charge   on   mental   health,   not   often   met   with   resistance.   he   is   no   man   of   steel;   he   is   not   impervious   to   sadness   and   grief.   one   pants   leg   at   a   time,   he   takes   what   life   gives   /   he   does   what   he   can   with   his   life.

the   sunkissed   lineaments   of   his   features   relax,   soft   creases   crinkling   at   the   corner   of   his   eyes,   and   never   once   does   he   lose   his   serene   smile.   it's   as   soft   as   the   kiss   of   the   morning   sun;   it   embraces   and   warms.   only   once   does   he   make   his   offer   ———   he   does   not   insist.   he   does   not   attempt   to   wheedle   or   push.   to   put   pressure   on   her   in   such   conditions   [   ...   ]   isn't   right.   she's   entered   a   new   world,   far   from   that   man,   far   from   who   she   used   to   be   &.   emerged   as   something   beautiful.   not   fixed,   no,   but   coming   into   her   own   with   who   she's   become   for   the   better.   it   makes   him   smile   become   a   grin,   a   silly   one   at   that,   surely.   it   must   be   quite   the   sight   of   him   smiling   to   himself   stupidly   while   she   mulls   over   such   a   huge   decision.   it's   clear   as   day   ———   what   bruce   sees   in   her,   he   sees   it   too:   a   better   tomorrow.

he   blinks,   once.   it   takes   a   moment   to   regain   his   bearings   and   shake   off   the   dizzying   radiance   he   caught   in   that   moment.   a   laugh,   deep   and   baritone,   euphony   on   gentle   chords,   leaped   from   his   lips.   he   sets   a   hand   on   her   shoulder,   offering   a   polite   squeeze.   (   not   the   pinch   she   wanted,   but   enough   in   his   eyes.   )

❛   dizzy   already?   and   here   i   was,   hoping   we   could   grab   some   grub.   believe   it   or   not,   a   few   hits   of   sunrays   aren't   all   that   filling.   guess   you   could   say   they're   pretty   ...   a   pretty   light   meal.   ❜

Are you charging for this sage advice, or is sticking your nose into my business just a hobby? / what if we did give ekko and jinx a try

party banter / accepting !

a  biting  remark  sits  on  his  tongue——it  sits,  it  pauses  much  like  her  finger  on  the  trigger.  the  firelights  were  nearby,  exploring  their  own  alleys,  trying  to  tidy  up  the  streets  as  best  they  can.  maybe  it's  ...  foolish,  but  he  figures  she'll  be  here.  guarding  silco's  goods——carving  a  deep  scar  into  the  undercity  again  and  again.  he  wants  to  try  again,  to  stop  this  ...  all  of  this  even  if  only  for  a  moment.  if  only  he  could  turn  back  time——!  that'd  be  the  day.  the  day  he  saves  the  world.  pocketwatch  clicks,  sealed  within  his  pocket  like  a  tiny  heartbeat  made  of  gears  and  seconds.  could  he  have  done  more  if  noticed  those  mere  seconds  in  the  past?

"it's  free  ...  long  as  you're  willing  to  listen."  &  return.  he  pauses,  hesitant.  "powder."

@tartalias

Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "March," featured in New And Selected Poems: Volume Two

Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn

I wanna talk about aliens. I want to talk to Okarun! I want to talk to Ayase-san! I want to talk about ghosts!

Dandadan Episode 05 - Okarun & Momo + Mutual Pining

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑   𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄   𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄?

deep staining red. ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. it's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. it rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. and you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. atlas holding up the world, how are you? is your love still flowing? is your heart still open? still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? because i see them, i read them, i love them and you, you, you, you. clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

tagged by: @hadobreeze ty ty tagging: steal it.

the older i get, i completely understand why some people go off the grid and live their lives in private