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I will figure out eventually the threads i will keep but for now this blog is archived and i'll be moving them to a more private blog. Hmu if u want me to follow you over there but I might be extra selective just because.

[razeheaven]

I will figure out eventually the threads i will keep but for now this blog is archived and i'll be moving them to a more private blog. Hmu if u want me to follow you over there but I might be extra selective just because.

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Superman Warlord of WarWorld

Superman: Worlds of War #1 - ‘The Many Lives of Clark Kent’ Written by Philip Kennedy Johnson Illustrated by Mikel Janin Colored by Jordie Bellaire Lettered by Dave Sharpe

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hi. pls leave my boy adam alone. this isn’t who u think it is. bye.

   “ Clearly, not. Even I respect Adam to not cower behind anonymity. “

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HUNTER PARRISH

WEEDS A Yippity Sippity

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" are there more? how about... all of them? "

   “ If I must. “

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" can you go one day without trying to rip his head off? please? " stroking his shoulders. " for the sake of peace. "

    “ Which one, love? You’ll have to be more specific. “

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" aaron, can you kiss me like you would if it was our wedding day? " (college auuuu)

AARON TRIES to swallow back a smile and a chuckle, eyes narrowing gently at the request. Studying her for any ulterior motives which in the grand scheme of things weren’t that terrifying from her but still. Wordlessly, nonetheless, his hand reached to cup the back of her neck, cradling the weight of her as he pulled her in and pressed his lips to hers. 

Kissing her as if it was the only thing he’d want to do for the rest of his life. Parting her lips for air, for more and all of her. Everything and anything that she would be willing to give in the moment. Consume and be consumed so fully that the very last thought as they parted and gasped for air was still just her. 

unprompted    :  @metuant .

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@metuant 

Hunter Parrish in A Rising Tide (2015) dir. Ben Hickernell

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@metuant .

make me choose: @iparisjunes asked: warnette or wessa?

“Please.” He says, “Please don’t shoot me for this.”

And he kisses me.  His lips are softer than anything I’ve ever known, soft like a first snowfall, like biting into cotton candy, like melting and floating and being weightless in water. It’s sweet, it’s so effortlessly sweet. And then it changes. “Oh God—” He kisses me again, this time stronger, desperate, like he has to have me, like he’s dying to memorize the feel of my lips against his own. The taste of him is making me crazy; he’s all heat and desire and peppermint and I want more. I’ve just begun reeling him in, pulling him into me when he breaks away. He’s breathing like he’s lost his mind and he’s looking at me like something has broken inside of him, like he’s woken up to find that his nightmares were just that, that they never existed, that it was all just a bad dream that felt far too real but now he’s awake and he’s safe and everything is going to be okay 

and I’m falling.  I’m falling apart and into his heart and I’m a disaster.

want one?

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kenji: it’s a nice day.

adam: juliette-

warner: *reloading his gun* a nice day for murder.

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HE CAN FEEL where the tension clings and then breaks after he speaks. Words he hoped would offer some solace, a temporary blanket to hide from the world ─ the insanity of it all to have a moment that is just theirs. His and hers. How ridiculous it may be. There is still some relief when the moment doesn’t mold into something else ; transformed and mutated into something it shouldn’t be. 

His hands touch her warm skin, flushed now as his breath hovers over it. The curve of her smile only reminds him how hearts seem to skip a beat. And the world doesn’t stop in the moment your body clamors for that next thud and everything falls back into place again. 

Like clockwork. 

“ Not anytime soon, Spellman. “ He whispers, fingers gently tickling her jaw before kissing her. 

razeheaven said: “ You are the love of my life, Sabrina. ” Nick @ sabrina

↳ His voice at her ear is soft and soothing, like the sound of a river running over rocks and one of the most reassuring sounds that’s she ever heard in her life. She turns her head, her nose bumping against the rough stubble of his cheek, and she raises her hand; fingertips touching his jawline softly as if to remind herself that he truly existed in her world and not just in her mind, an action she did often — especially now, with everything that had been unraveling around them.

She turns slightly in her chair at her vanity and smiles up at him, her nose bumping against his lightly; grateful for the small moments like this when she could just pretend that they were a normal couple for once instead of mythical beings once again saving the world from death and destruction. ‘You are the love of mine Nicholas Scratch, however long it may be. I hope you never forget that.’

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“  fuck! i’m late—  ”  

    “ If you’re already late, love ─ wouldn’t it be more prudent to stay  for round 2? “

some meme    :   @metuant​ .

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THERE ARE WORDS already prepared ; calculated and performed in perfect cadence in his head. But it all comes in a breath when she all but crashes into him in her worry. The blood soaking through his shirt and him easily forgotten for the warmth and comfort her presence effortlessly pulls out of him. mud and blood caked fingers easily tangling in her hair and cupping the back of her head. “ Lucian has already done what he can. “ He reminds her slowly, tone soft in an obvious effort to ease her worries. “ I’ve already procured something to drink to help with it as well. So, will you calm down so I can tell you what happened? “ He asked, smiling as if her concern was an appropriate source of amusement. And perhaps to someone like him, it was. The almost frivolous concern she shows where else it could be weakness. But then, again, not to him. “ Our information was incorrect. We were caught off guard. Our informants have been judiciously PUNISHED for their failure. “

razeheaven said:“ Why are you looking at me like that? ” Val @ Jocelyn

↳ Even in the darkness of the kitchen, she can see the spreading damp across his chest; the dark liquid shining brightly in the moonlight and darker than the black of the shirt he’s wearing. ‘Val…’ His name leaves in her lips in a breathless tone and she’s moving across the room with no thought, hands immediately grabbing a cloth from the counter and stele burning through the thin material of the soaked shirt; green eyes taking in the gashes on his chest in shock. ‘You said it was just going to be a patrol meeting, not an actual fight!’ There’s worry all over her face as the stele slides across his skin with no hesitation, her eyes glancing up to his face as his blood soaks her fingertips. ‘You promised me that it was just going to be routine, a stake out. What happened?’

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Superman: Man of Tomorrow #12 - “Superman’s Day Off” (2020)

written by Robert Venditti art by Scott Hepburn & Ian Herring

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❝  eat  me  up,  my  love,  or  else  i’m  going  to  eat  you  up.  fear  of  eating,  fear  of  the  edible,  fear  on  the  part  of  the  one  of  them  who  feels  loved,  desired,  who  wants  to  be  loved,  desired,  who  desires  to  be  desired,  who  knows  that  there  is  no  greater  proof  of  love  than  the  other’s  appetite,  who  is  dying  to  be  eaten  up  yet  scared  to  death  by  the  idea  of  being  eaten  up,  who  says  or  doesn’t  say,  but  who  signifies :  i  beg  you,  eat  me  up.  want  me  down  to  the  marrow.  ❞  —  independent  descendants  roleplay,  18+  only .