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hi guys,   long time no post on this blog,   i know!

since this blog is around 4 years old and i miss writing on it,   i decided to reboot stranger!   you can find him at  @eternitywalk now :)  thanks!

[ghostdisciple]

hi guys,   long time no post on this blog,   i know!

since this blog is around 4 years old and i miss writing on it,   i decided to reboot stranger!   you can find him at  @eternitywalk now :)  thanks!

[ghostdisciple]

hi guys,   long time no post on this blog,   i know!

since this blog is around 4 years old and i miss writing on it,   i decided to reboot stranger!   you can find him at  @eternitywalk now :)  thanks!

[ghostdisciple]

hi guys,   long time no post on this blog,   i know!

since this blog is around 4 years old and i miss writing on it,   i decided to reboot stranger!   you can find him at  @eternitywalk now :)  thanks!

[ghostdisciple]

hi guys,   long time no post on this blog,   i know!

since this blog is around 4 years old and i miss writing on it,   i decided to reboot stranger!   you can find him at  @eternitywalk now :)  thanks!

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captain-atom·:

“Tell me ‘bout it,” Nate murmurs, nudging Stranger just a little and running a hand through hair just as pale as his. “Wasn’t really gettin’ all that much sleep, anyways. I’d rather spend the night listenin’ to you.” And it’s true–even when Stranger goes on long-winded rambles, Nate is always rapt with attention when he speaks. “I missed you this mornin’ after breakfast.” It’s not a reprimand, just an observation–Nate really does want to know what Strangers been up to, if he’s willing to share.

   he adjusts himself to be  laying on his side,   a slightly  haggard  yet  grateful smile curling his lips upward  to feel nate’s  touch.   already he can feel the  tenseness in his  muscles  relaxing.    he knew he didn’t  deserve this  --  shouldn’t  need this,   based on his sentence,  based on his  power.   but he loved too much,    and  loved  nate even more than that.  

 glad that the other had come to terms with his  slightly irregular  ‘ work schedule ‘,   stranger  used magic  to  pull silver coins,  one by one,  from his neck,   having them float with blue magic to the  small bedside table.    “ i missed you,  too. “   stranger promises,  moving to rest his head   on nate’s  shoulder.  “ i had to deal with the spectre today.  it was ...   unpleasant,  as always. “

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@captain-atom​. 

  he raises the blanket  so that he can  effectively  slide  underneath,   right next to where  nate  was  sitting up.   sleep wasn’t often something that  stranger  indulged in   --   after all,   why would he?   but somehow,   even passing a few hours  peacefully just   felt  right  when  nate was  there.     “ i’ve just had the most exhausting day, “   stranger tells him by way  of  greeting,   the phrase encapsulating the whole of    sorry  i  disappeared at  seven a.m.  and faded off the plane of  existence  only to come back at  midnight  without  word. 

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@brandedboston. 

    “ i had hoped you learned your lesson   the last time you tried to  possess me,  boston. “”   it’s less chiding,  more amused,  perhaps   --    something in the stranger,   for once,   seemed  light - hearted.    “ you don’t want to venture in there. “

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The Phantom Stranger #3, January 1953, cover by  Carmine Infantino and Sy Barry

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Phantom Stranger by Matias Cabezas Montoya

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  i’m back  :^) !

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i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. (why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame.)

Jamie Oliveira, “Erosion” (via wordsnquotes)

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‘you mean so much to me.’

   THE SMILE  THAT   slowly  curves  his  lips  upward  is  heavy  and  old.  it takes  thought  &  effort  for   a  man  of  such  age  to  smile  after  everything he’s seen in his lifetime.   there’s  a  weight  to the  gentle  happiness written across  the features  of his  expression  just  as there’s a weight to the  way his hand  moves to  hold hers:    the way his  white - gloved  digits  almost  shyly  curl against  her poisonous  ones.   stranger’s  nod is  grateful.   how could he not be grateful that  they  had each other’s  friendship  to count on? 

   “the  feeling  is  mutual,   pamela.”

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whcwashe:

      “ —- wh – ah. A couple of weeks ago.” A pained kind of noise pulls itself from her chest, and she quickly bites her lip and glances at her feet. Maybe she was just being paranoid. She was probably just being paranoid, really. John could take care of himself, he always had before. And even if she WASN’T paranoid … she could still have been over-reacting. He could’ve just LEFT. He could be fine. He could be dozens of different places, not responding to her on purpose. She was easy to leave behind, her father had done it too, she knew that. Still –

“he was ….. somewhere in mexico, i think.” she paused, sighing as her gaze shifted to her palms while she absently picked at one of dozens of scabs. she was GOOD at finding things, when she needed to. tracking problems. but she couldn’t find john. that was a first. “i mean – i dunno. just feels off. you’re right though, he might’ve just – he might’ve just LEFT.”

   THE STRANGER HUMS  contemplatively,   glancing  away  from liv for a moment.   it seemed likely that john was into trouble,   seeing as  john was john and john did what john always did.    and liv was,  of course,  someone who was good  at finding  things.   if she needed  stranger’s  help  for this  and  went as far as to call it  an emergency,   the old man  trusted  that.   his  shoulders  relaxed  &   he looked  back  at her,  his void - white  gaze  keen.

“if you  believe  it   ‘ feels off ‘,  then your intuition  is most  likely  correct.   the worst  case  scenario of pursuing  this  is the concept  of  wasting an  afternoon;   best case,   we save  constantine  from  the trouble he has likely gotten himself   into.”    stranger  mused.   “on this account,   i am glad  you called me.    but we will never know whether or predictions  are  correct  unless we  retrace  his steps.”      head  tilted   to the side as he speaks the invitation:       “shall we to mexico?” 

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    THE FACT THAT  THE  TIME  that’d  passed  since  nate’s  ‘passing’  had felt  almost   mundane  in it’s shroud of  grief  made  judas  disgusted  with himself.  he had lived  for a  long,  long  time  and had  lost  many people  /  had long ago  come  to terms  with the fact  that  he  would  outlive everyone  he came into  contact  with  day to day.   it  was  just his sentence.   however,  nate had given  him hope:    the same hope  for  long - term  companionship  that   elena  and  all the others  had given him,  once upon a time.    and maybe it wasn’t just  the  companionship  &  the love.   maybe  redemption came along with it?

  so yes,   he had  grieved  and pained  and  wondered.  but  as the  days began  once more to  blend,   stranger  realized   that  as  always,   he had to move on from this  chapter.    he had  waited  for  nate,   but he was  gone.  there was no use  in   allowing the ghosts  of their  shared  house to  haunt him.   with a heavy  sigh,  he had  begun to  walk out,    hand  moving to open the door  /   other  reaching for the  light switch,   a saddened,  empty  expression  written  across his features   --   

and that was when he looked up  and  saw him there. 

“nate,”    it’s  a  breath  when  his  void - white  eyes fall upon the other’s  figure.  suddenly,  relief  washes over him.  oh,   thank you,   God.   thank  you  for giving him back to me.   thank you.   thank you.  ( it wasn’t that  stranger just  didn’t want to be lonely.   it was that he loved  nate.  he didn’t  want to  move on,  even if that was what life demanded  of him.    stranger  was  so,  so grateful. )      hastily,    stranger  met  him halfway,  colliding  against him in a hug,    eyes closing  as he embraced him.      “oh,  nate.   thank God.   thank  God   ...   you’re here. i didn't think you'd ever ...”

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He’s. He’s back. He’s Back! In one piece, and– Hands touch his face, his arms, his sides, and he exhales. So wholly alive. Thank god!

The energy still crackles off his skin, and he doesn’t exactly feel like a million bucks right now, too wired and too exhausted and too sore all over. Like the universe had to build him back up piece by piece, every nerve overwhelmed with the sheer sensation of living. He lets out a breath of living energy, and then another, two quick puffs of too much life looking to escape. He’s got no idea what happened, he can’t remember the last week of his life, but when recognition sparks in his eyes as he looks up, he lights up like a candle.

“Stranger! I–” The atomic man, still steaming, stumbles to his feet and over to his boyfriend, lover, fiance– “I’m alive!”

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johnconstantfine:

    “I don’t like dogs,” John murmured. Frankly, he didn’t like cats much either. It he were to be perfectly honestly, John was uncomfortable around kept animals in general. They always acted so strangely around him. Maybe it was the fact that they could sense something…off with him. The mark of the infernal, the truth of his nature – The Laughing Magician, whatever the hell he was, wild things seemed to know. Maybe too, he just didn’t like the way people had pets. Some kind of extreme in the ferocity of John’s independent spirit. 

    “Don’t do that – “ John waved a dismissive hand at Strangers self-deprecation. “Y’gonna take away me last bit o’ fun at this rate.”

   “THEN IT IS A GOOD THING  i am not dressing to  impress you,   hmm?”   a hint of amusement on the stranger’s lips;  the normal type of witty banter that the two got into whenever  they were around each other.   stranger liked how  natural  speaking  felt.   he was glad  john’s  words / presence  were there two distract him,   or else   doing this,   ALL  of this   --    dressing up in the clothes  of a human,   wearing a human’s eyes,   appearing  as though a mortal  would   --   would make  stranger  feel   quite  terrible.    (  it wasn’t that long ago  that  he had  posed as this,   that  he had  pretended he could get away with this each day.   he wasn’t eager to revisit  it. )       he  was ready for the night to blow  over. 

“i was  quoting  you,   john.   not myself.    no  need  to worry about your fun.”    the old man  assures  him.   “---    but  we have  dallied  enough.   shall we go before  our  entrance  is  noticeable?”