Brothers in Blood will trick you into thinking it’s just a silly crack scenario brought to life and Jason just concocted this plan for shits and giggles. Then you get a single page like this:
Nightwing (1996-) #121
that reveals he wanted/desperately needed shreds of acceptance even if it was coated in layers of resentment irritation and doubt after going through this:
And I saw another beast come up out of the earth...and he spake as a dragon. (Revelation 13:11)
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The Coronation of His Majesty King Bastian I - The Hour of Wolves
When he was born he was a small thing. A screaming infant, a second son, destined perhaps for military greatness, but never dukedom. Never inheritance. Never conquest.
But at the inception of the light, the birth of the world, the moment between silence and splendor when The Glory breathed across the scope of creation: he was no small thing then.
Even then, he was coming.
His rise runs with blood: knives in the back, poison, betrayal, kidnapping and vengeance.
His rise burns with greatness: glory, family, rescue, love and ferocity.
The secret world recognized him before he knew himself. A fairy witch marked his passing and offered her slender wrist for his talons. A dead sun opens its mouth for him, a vanished Christ is his counterpart, a death knight worships before him, a raven-haired little girl holds the hand of her doting and beloved father.
The world we know calls him king of France, the monarch of a seized throne, a general who has promised the great lords England on its knees.
The Devil, in his own tongue, may call him son. The Glory has said nothing.
Would you know him if you saw him? Would you recognize what he is?
Bow, while you consider, and kiss his ring. There is a crown of flame upon his brow.
the love is stored in presser partners choosing to stay for foreign media segments because the buddy system shant never fail! (but also theyre terribly in love its not even funny like this is just spouse duties like buddy system but they are also married dont forget that)
no it really gets me that matthew was so prepared to leave the minute he was allowed to like a kid hearing the dismissal bell but went WAIT united front united front united front "ill wait for you" and adjusts his shawl so daintly like he meant to do that like he absolutely wasnt gonna book it a second ago...YEAH SUPPORT YOUR SPOUSE YA NUMBSKULL THESE ARE TRYING TIMES
our lady forgot her manners for a second please forgive her she too is going through these trying times...
sasha was absolutely succumbing to the fate of being alone considering how flighty his wife was being beside him but still appreciates the effort nonetheless for staying... the way he was :[ and then absolutely lights up when matthew says that he'll wait and he goes "thank you :)" UNITED FRONTTTTTTTTT THE SANCTITY OF MARRIAGE THROUGH SICKNESS AND THROUGH HEALTH AND ALSO AWFUL MEDIA SCRUMS APPARENTLY WOOOOOOOO YALL HAVE NOTHING ON WHATEVER THESE TWO GOT GOING ON WOOOOOOOOOO
post practise interview | 6.23.24 (x)
and obviously the most important part in all of this? tit scratch.
I wonder if Fyodor has kept his distance from Atsushi until now because Byakko's claws can cut through skills. I wonder if this is the moment Atsushi could use his claws. Would they slice right through Fyodor's borrowed body to tear him into the same ribbons as Shibusawa?
Is Fyodor afraid of the absolution Atsushi could give him? Or is he starving for it? Is this what he wanted all along? To find Atsushi at the end, to break him until Byakko tears through Atsushi's flesh and into his?
Nothing is hollow; Fyodor is just so hungry for scraps he can't bear to eat that he calls the viscera contracting around his aching gut nothingness, and garnishes his desires with incorrigible sin because then death might taste like salvation. He craves blood but hates when it touches him, because blood and viscera are too warm, too human; and he isn't that, even though he loves humanity so desperately that he's resolved to leave only when he can take the entire world with him.
they had to hire kit as a ranch hand on very short notice. they bought an old camper from the 70s and put it on the property for him to live in. we're not sure which is weirder, that kit showed up with nothing when he moved in or that they hung a goat head in the kitchen before he got there.
Death's in comics just don't do anything for me. Why would I be sad, they'll come back? Like what you're telling me a big character is done? Dead? Never coming back? Bffr give it a few months.
when i was a kid the church songs i gravitated twoards were definitely always the ones like "how great thou art" and "on eagle's wings" - basically anything that mentioned the natural world or a cool animal. songs of faith and tradition did nothing for me, amazing grace was a nothing song, the bread of life was a NOTHING song. but a voice crying out in the wilderness? oh?? say more
and then they dont say more. and you have to figure out whether you believe regardless. and that's what religion is
something something foils moving in opposite directions Goku's always happy to seek and fight stronger opponents because he spent most of his life being the strongest guy in the room and Vegeta wants to be the strongest/is always exhausted to find stronger opponents because he spent most of his life having to navigate his survival around the whims of the strongest guy in the universe room and so Goku has a foundation of safety and stability and so spends his time craving challenge and adventure and Vegeta has a foundation of challenge and adventure and spends his time craving safety and stability and the overlaid section of their venn diagram is that the only way they know how acquire and maintain those things is through battle
Just read the leaks about Jason and I've currently got a betting pool with my friend about whether or not he'll stay dead for real this time and I need you guys' input on what you think
it spins the needle—kneads the dough,
counts the days as they
roll—by—
one. three? ah
another year’s gone by.
it comes alive at first light
tucks monsters in bed sweet night
swathes a baby furry—
but to silence his plight
it would pluck the powder from a bullet
pull it from its sheath:
the flesh of its body so tender so frail but
sings the strength of a thousand men?
it does: all
so i am a little less afraid. a little warmer
so i am able to taste what it means
to love, and be loved in return.
it is not a weak thing, cannot be.