❛ You Can Kiss Me, You Know. ❜ Brad N Harley Lalalala

“Cass is the perfect fighter and she is always 100% serious in any of her fights. Shes not the hero to be thinking of jokes in a fight”

Cass:

did   she   sigh?   maybe   at   his   response   (   or   her   own   lack   of   clarity.   )   sometimes,   words   were   more   dangerous   than   back   alley   thugs   and   supervillains.   comparing   them   to   her   skills   in   combat   —   well,   her   litany   of   ways   to   express   herself   was   deeply   lacking.   all   too   often,   she   knew,   that   she   came   off   as   vague   or   obtuse.   it's   better   at   home,   though,   better   with   people   who   speak   in   action   over   words:   that   really   spoke   cass.   still,   there's   a   problem,   and   batkids...   are   pretty   good   at   coming   up   with   a   solution.

❛   very.   ❜   she   surmised   —   in   the   dark,   the   faintest   smile   plays   on   her   lips.   scaling   the   walls   would've   been   easier,   springing   between   the   towering   brick   walls.   could've   done   it   in   her   sleep,   too;   it's   her   first   instinct,   actually.   but,   she   freezes.   civilian,   right.   thus,   her   plan   changes.   luckily,   there's   a   fire   escape   nearby.   better   than   nothing   for   getting   them   off   the   streets   (   and   away   from   the   thugs   that'd   come   looking   for   their   buddies.   )   it's   gotham;   nobody   goes   anywhere   alone.   jerking   her   chin   towards   the   ladder,   she   reaches   for   it   —   rising   on   her   tiptoes,   although   doomed   to   fall   short.   ❛   mind   giving   me   a   boost,   er,   ...   ❜   right,   she   never   asked   his   name. 

Yusuke thought the Japanese underworld was ripe with dangers, the West really had arguments to share. While most crimes were organized in Japan, Gotham demonstrated exactly what chaos meant. However, lucky for him he’s even found himself a partner in crime on this night to aid him in the fighting. Ha, his mother would never believe him when he tells her he’s gotten into a little scrap and he wasn’t the one who caused it. Once she extended her hand he realized once again that this isn’t Japan and so Yusuke responds in kind by shaking her hand, holding her firmly.

━━   ❝   𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧.   ❞  Not because he felt she has a good grip of her own, but just the way she moved..like she’s accustomed in taking down the local thugs and if that was the case he was beginning to feel sorry for them. “Up..” He then looks up, the only thing he’s able to see beyond the opposing walls that make this alley was the cold starless night. “Don’t exactly see an elevator t’ get up there.”

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.

changing this blog around kinda sucked the soul outta me, so give this a like and i'll send a few things from your memes tag? it's not much but its honest work.

HAPPY CASS DAY 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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Cassandra Clare

she  insists——he  refuses.  it's  push  and  pull.  the  tug  of  the  waves  and  the  moon  'pon  each  other  where  neither  truly  wins.  for  a  moment,  he  thinks  of  his  past  ...  when  brandishing  his  spear  would  pave  the  way.  when  filling  these  roots  with  scarlet  would  make  his  will  absolute.  a  time  when  he  did  not  value  life  nor  know  their  pain.  now,  however,  he  does.  his  curse  subjects  him  to  a  sense  of  empathy  deeper  than  mere  sensation  &.  it  pains  him.  a  nagging  pain  only  kept  at  bay  with  his  strength  of  mind.

he  remains  obstinate  as  arms  fold  behind  his  back.  their  gaze  sweeps  these  woods,  drinking  in  the  absurdity  likely  thick  within  them.  it  remains  him  of  inodal——his  home.  a  strange  place  full  of  secrets  and  the  unknown.  maybe  a  trip  back,  after  this,  would  soothe  the  sickness  in  his  heart.  one  can  only  hope.

"i  answer  your  question,  yet  you  spurn  mine.  you  wound  me  deeply,  you  know?"  he  clicks  his  tongue.  "i  have  wandered  farther  than  you  can  imagine——far  from  a  realm  beyond  this  place.  i  am  far  from  a  human.  it's  an  insult  to  them  to  compare  them  to  my  ilk.  what's  the  word  of  this  land  ...  i'm  a  godling.  son  of  the  beast  who  stalks  the  higher  realms  to  bathe  their  eminence  in  blood."  the  hunt,  the  beast:  Upione.  "not  that  i  expect  them  to  be  known  here  ...  peer  deeper,  seerer.  surely  there's  an  answer  that  will  satisfy  you  among  the  stars." 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTRUST NONE, GIRL.

Like something predacious, does he stalk the area, as if looking for OPPORTUNITY ; she would not offer him such. Perched 'pon high, owlish eyes narrow. She could not discern intent, without further prodding ; but she must be cautious — tread with care.

Each and every signal in his body, the changing pitch of his voice ... all of it, a tell. He does not seem to be an aggressive sort, beyond surface expression ; but it was the calm, that held the most wicked of hearts.

❝ ... My vision is not business of yours, outsider. Are you not far from home ? Far from human settlements ? Do you not know, into which you have wandered ? ❞

The DREADWOOD, was no place for man - let alone a man, who dresses unlike all she's ever seen. Perhaps, his continent is across the GREAT SEA, where even she was left in the dark, in regards to their comings and goings.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ It is not too late, to turn back. ❞

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

same thing i said on kai but less so since this blog is already kinda how i want it being smaller? ill just be on break. tata.