#infinites:start

[crowneds]

                   ❛  --- i said ... i was looking for my FATHER . he’s ... tall . and very strong . have you seen him ??  ❜

[bornsiren]

    nico drags a thumb across his lower lip, and his eyes are just a little glassy.  but, as always, he’s more alert than he looks.  ( he’s always poised to pounce; old habits die hard. )  the delight on his face is a facade, a picture of a picture, but one that he wears goddamn well.  if he does say so himself, that is.  “ i like that watch, ” he says.  there’s something in his tone, a lilt to his voice, that suggests it’s already his.  but it’s no fun that way; he wants the stranger to give it to him.  “ where’d you get a pretty thing like that, huh ?? ”

[dsyjohnsons]

          “  i think i live right above an italian mafia hideout  --  ”   she says this,  sloane stands behind the counter of the flower shop,  assuming it’s her  FRIEND  who said they’d surprise her sometime this week.    “  i mean first of all ?  their italian accents are fucking rad as hell,  they’re always well dressed,  and the food is so good.  almost  too  good.  ”   yes,  she’s implying that the italian restaurant under her apartment may be a mafia hq.  sloane takes leftover food from the restaurant,  though,  and pops it open.    “  i’m thinking i should ask to join.  like  ...  damn,  a girl graduates college and  STILL  has to work two jobs.  besides,  i’m cute.  and i could be their personal trainer.  totally qualified,  right ?  ”  

[svpernovvas-blog]

   kon’s had a lot of time to come to terms with some shit about himself.  and then he had some time being dead.  which means he’s never actually gotten around to going to pride.  he also probably has never said the words i’m gay in his life, which means he’s feeling a little bit anxious.  everyone here seems to happy and open and...kon doesn’t know how to be that way yet.  

       --- he’s been told countless times that he’s got the gay fashion thing down already, though, so he’s safe to be here in his superboy costume && one little rainbow flag painted on his cheek by some sweet girl he met earlier with a bunch of brushes.  “ am i in your way ?? ” he asks, barely paying attention, fixated as he is on the festivities.  

[mxpepperpotts-blog]

Pepper glances around the street, eyebrows drawn together suspiciously.

“ What’s going on? ”

[ofmcgictricks-blog]

“ no, no, NO, when i say give notice you won’t show, i mean BEFORE i’m at the restaurant, doug, ” anna hisses into her phone, growing more irritated by the second at her ( ex ) client. “ this is the third time you’ve stood me up, if you don’t want to commit to this, then tell-- ” CLICK. the bastard hung up on her. it takes every ounce of self control not to throw her phone across the room. instead, she settles for slamming it onto the table, which turns a few heads. " it’s rude to eavesdrop. ” as soon as she says it, she regrets it. it’s not fair to take out her frustration onto strangers. “ sorry. sorry. ignore me. ” 

[infiniteshq]

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[brightbattlevalkyrie-blog]

“you touch me in a d r e a m you better wake up and apologise,” the woman stated, calmly - and maybe with a touch of laughter in her voice but the laughter didn’t reach her eyes. 

these days people were panicked, they were all over the place. and no wonder. people had literally turned to dust, just disappeared to nothing and what was there that could be done about it all? chaos was currently reigning supreme, and it seemed that many criminals in the city lacked any decency whatsoever and were currently going on a crime wave. this guy - this mugger, this whatever-the-hell guy, had picked on the wrong person. beverly knew how to fight, and she would do so if even slightly provoked and--

oh. okay. the guy was running off already. well, fair dos. she didn’t really want to stand out or get into any trouble herself.

as she turned and began to head in the other direction, she noticed what she should have seen from the start. a bystander. or perhaps a friend of the would-be-thug. “are you with that guy? he’s run off and left you all high an’ dry.”

[crowneds]

               HOLDS HER HANDS out too offensively to be defensive ; limp in her STEP , breathing ragged , bruising body and CUT above her left eyebrow --- she’s not in the BEST STATE . reyna is all but ready to bring everything down in FLAMES , including herself , self dubbed PRINCESS OF SELF DESTRUCTION will burn this city to the ground given enough incentive . she has no ROD to carry energy or electricity , so the heat she’s RADIATING is just short of fire . “ get ... get back ! “ is a shrill order of PANIC , eyes watering . “ get back ... or i will ... i WILL hurt you ! “ 

[ofsuperboy]

“ this is koda ! you can pet him , i promise ! he might be like a small bear but he’s more like a giant teddy bear than anything ! “

[slksmoons]

        “   ACTUALLY  --  ”    there’s a pause,  cindy brushes  loose bangs  away for her forehead,  speaking to the other.     “  the door’s unlocked  ...  but could you leave it  open,  too ?  ”  

[babsjoan]

“Excuse me...excuse...sorry.” Barbara had been to crowded places on her wheelchair before but the crowd in New York was overwhelming. The initial plan was to join the parade and be with the crowd but she would either get pushed or she would hurt someone. With a bi and rainbow mini flags attached on her wheelchair, she made did her best to escape the crowd and made her way to the part of the venue where there are less people. Her chair hit a small bumped and looked up to confirm her suspicion of running over someone’s foot. “Oh, crap. I’m so, so sorry,” she said while giving them an apologetic look.

[svpernovvas-blog]

    kon isn’t one to let standing out make him uncomfortable.  he’s the loud, brash, and colorful clone of the world’s most iconic superhero.  standing out is sort of what he does.  but kon also isn’t used to coming back from the dead -- he’s pretty sure that’s not the kind of thing you get used to.  so kon’s a little spooked, and suddenly the bright yellow shield emblazoned on the back of his jacket feels like a target.  it’s been a long time since kon felt so goddamn lost.  he can hear too many voices, can’t pick out the ones he knows and loves best.  he’s an itty bitty little speck in a universe that feels like it got way bigger without him.  he feels too big and too small, all at once.  ( god, he’d give anything to see ma right about now. )  fingers twist at an earring anxiously.  what if the world forgot about him ??

              “ hey, you got the date ?? ” he asks, fingers drumming an anxious little beat on his thigh.  he’s time-traveled before.  he’s been thousands of years in the future.  but he’s not the kind of jackass who goes around shouting WHAT YEAR IS IT ??  he’s some kind of jackass, just not that kind.

[hornedjustce]

the streets of new york city had felt oddly unsettling since his claimed death and the end to daredevil, even if the mantel was not dead. he had just taken a well needed break to heal gaping wounds and cracked bones because believe it or not, matt wasn't fond of having a god damn building dropped upon his head. fingers tapped impatiently on the metal table, coffee growing colder by the minute and he had everything on his mind. the obliteration of half the universe was pretty fucking stressful, even six months later and partially restored. hearing jumbled and distorted parts of everyone's conversations in the cafe was slowly driving him insane and it was the first time new york had ever been an issue before. matt pinches his nose, feeling a headache creeping up on him and ten clears his throat. " do you know what time it is? "

[kllrxfrvst-blog]

“I’m sorry, but how many drinks did you say Larry gave you?” the redhead questioned the person as they slurred their words a bit. Crystal had to know if she will be taking care of a already hammered customer just as her shift began.