filled with fury and starry-eyed

request: the stairwell kiss

time to remember how to draw by going back to books i read as a teen huhu

merry christmas karla! <3

it’s the perfect soundtrack for floating, tiny and alone, in the middle of nowhere!

                   “as they scuffled in the grass, adam closed his eyes and leaned his head back. he could nearly scry just like this. the quiet and the cold breeze on his throat would take him away and the dampness of his toes in his shoes and the scent of living creatures would keep him here. within and without. he couldn’t tell if he was letting himself idolize this place or ronan, and he wasn’t sure there was a difference.                     when he opened his eyes, he saw that ronan was looking at him, as he had been looking at him for months. adam looked back, as he had been looking back for months.”

there was something musical about ronan when he swore, a careful and loving precision to the way he fit the words together, —   a black-painted poetry.

Here on the Hephaestus we only deal with sensible things, like mutant plant monsters and genetically engineered death viruses.

and i marvel at how bittersweet dreams can be, i wish they could see what i see

therapy for the strange and unusual

“ Oh yeah. They’ve got stats on stats on stats for me. They measured every single part of my body, put me in rooms with other atypicals and tried different distances, different times of day, different fucking room temperatures. I’m pretty sure they know more about me than I do at this point. Which is not a fact I relish. ”

You fuckin CLOWNS think you’re a CLARK KENT? Not on my fuckin watch. You dumb, headass motherfuckers are barely a Guy Gardner and you think you’re a CLARK KENT? The amount of disrespect is unreal.

Y’all ain’t Clark Kent.

↳  #8 NICKY HEMMICK “It’s about family. Not necessarily the one we were born with, but the one we choose. This one. The people we trust to be part of our lives. The people we care about.”