#willrebuild

little bear. / accepting. / @willrebuild

        ❛ okay, but those are not mutually exclusive, you know. ❜

        despite the teasing tone to her voice, bell watches him with a furrowed brow, concern shining in her eyes. she knows there are various reasons behind why he could be tired — and yes, maybe she should give him a bit of a pass considering one of those reasons is saving the city, but she can’t help but be a bit concerned despite it. 

        especially if he’s actually admitting that he’s tired. now that’s something she never thought would happen. and it’s something that concerns her a bit more than she’d like to admit.

the last podcast on the left. / accepting.

        ❛ well that’s no fun! ❜ she laughs, rolling her eyes with amusement as she tosses the pamphlets down onto the table. ❛ now what am i supposed to do until tomorrow? how can i waaait? ❜ 

        bell’s voice is overdramatic as she drops into the chair, the back of her palm coming to rest on her forehead as she tilts her head back with all the theatricality of a victorian woman in distress. she can only hold the pose for a moment before she dissolves into giggles, slipping her hand into her hair as she sits up straight and glances down at the ( impressively? embarrassingly? ) large pile of three-fold handouts she’d accumulated during her walk. she shoots bruce a sheepish grin as she reaches out and flicks the top of the pile, toppling it over with a quiet giggle. she glances up at him, brown eyes shining.

“ i don’t care about the consequences, “ by @willrebuild​

          deep down clark knows that isn’t true.  no matter how much it looked like the bat threw his body into every situation with little care of the ending, clark had to believe that wasn’t true.  someone who didn’t care about the consequences didn’t make meticulous plans or put their body through so much training.

         “ yes, you do.  that’s what all of this is about, isn’t it?  consequences of someone else’s actions.  you don’t devote your life to something because you feel like it. “  superman takes a step forward and a hand lifts as if trying to hold it out but he lowers it just as quickly, afraid that such a gesture would only accelerate the outcome.  “ at least, not something like this.  maybe piano.  maybe even an alpaca farm. “  one eyebrow lifts at his own attempt to insert humor into a situation that most definitely didn’t need it.

“ thank you for not saying anything, “ by @willrebuild​

          “ didn’t feel like my place, “ clark shrugs the shoulder that isn’t leaning against the door frame.  in an effort to present himself as completely normal to one of bruce’s employees he’d thought shifting his body weight would look more casual.  in retrospect, it felt a little like he was in elementary trying to pretend he was really doing his homework when he clearly was not.  then again, no one said saving the world on a lunch break was the easiest thing to pull off, especially when you had to go right back to reality after.

@willrebuild​ said: i think i need to do this alone.

BRUCE HAS BUILT A steel cage around himself and mistaken it for an empire. Whenever she attempts to breach it, Diana winds up with bloody fingers. Or so, this is her perception. In many ways, he reminds her of a man she once loved, still loves. Always the first to greet danger in the eye, always willing to sacrifice himself. She worries, truly, that if left to his own devices, Bruce would approach Steppenwolf with a gauntlet-wearing fist and not much else. He seems in love with the idea of his own untimely demise. She has told him all of these concerns. However, she has stopped short of revealing how much it worries her, how her heart aches to consider him in danger or worse. You see, she hasn’t allowed herself to grow this close to someone in a long, long time. Friendship is the sweetest antidote to loneliness, and perhaps it’s selfish, how much Diana is loathe to sacrifice theirs.