#americanasitgets

[bruz3r]

“it feels like sinking when i’m standing in one place.”

He knows the feeling. And a part of him is still bewildered by the reality where he could say that about a man who can crush his skull with the flick of a finger if he wanted to. But he doesn’t. He bows his head and suffers in silence. And it’s instinct, somehow, that prompts his fingers to card through Clark’s curls. 

No thoughts. No urgency. 

Nothing beyond the instinct of comfort, the drive of empathy that has been holed up in the pit of his stomach since his son’s death. The horror that has kept his chest hostage with lock and key unfolding onto the ground replaced by this - whatever this was drawing the man into his chest. 

“ I know, “ is the only two words of comfort he could give as his other arm snaked around his shoulders. Holding him within the caverns of his chest where the world may be small enough to hide from. The calm cadence of a familiar heartbeat is the only sound to fill his senses. 

He looks down at the big head of hair, curls now a mess from his fingers, followed by a frown etched onto his lips. He leans closer, burying nose and lips into Clark’s mane, and whispered something he thought might be better, a few words that could do better than the ones he had managed just before. Something to help solidify the arms and chest molding against him as home. 

“ I’m right here. “

@americanasitgets .

#americanasitgets #𝙸𝙳 : [ batsignal . ] #𝚁𝙴𝙻 : [ americanasitgets . ] #hehehe

[americanasitgets]

❝  Truth, Justice, And A Better Tomorrow.  —  ❞

AN  INDEPENDANT &  HIGHLY  SELECTIVE  EXPRESSION  OF SUPERMAN | CLARK KENT FROM  DC COMICS ! { canon assorted & divergent }  WRITTEN  BY  GABE.  33.  MUTALS ONLY!

— also mad credit to @crimefightr for the rad graphics for this promo.

#americanasitgets #( self promo ). #dceu rp #dc rp #marvel rp #the boys rp #superhero rp #indie rp

[nightmdic]

🤲

She's been rather silent in her seat for some time, posture more akin to a child's as knee's are hugged closer to her chest, both her rear and her feet upon the cushion of the chair. cardigan is wrapped tightly around her, yet there's a tension revealed in the slight tremble to her form.

Loosing a patient never got easier, bouncer assisting with the remainder whilst marie did her best to calm. too much that occurred with this patient that brought back aged memories, gaze distant until -

perhaps he's been trying to speak with her, or he's noticed her current state that has her feeling his hands on her cheeks. though she tenses at first from it, the touch is gentle, enough to seemingly drag her out of memories and to the present, softened emerald gaze rising to meet his. ". . .sorry, sorry. . ."

@americanasitgets

#americanasitgets #death tw

[crimefightrmoved]

when u realize they're both going to fuck u later that night

#idk why i always just find this picture funny #but again #I always have a trinity agenda #tbt. #americanasitgets #peaceseekr #shelassos

[shelassos]

❝ You need anything before I leave? ❞

Such a simple question that requires a thoughtful answer.

Because a warrior is always in the business of goodbyes. Every moment has so much potential to be the final one, doesn't it? Even for Superman. The world thinks him to be an indestructible force of nature. Diana knows better. She knows the weaknesses that lie beneath the steel.

Her heart startles to think of her friend leaving, heading into a danger that she cannot protect him from. Diana has had to learn that the hard way, you know. That she can't protect everyone, not even her friends. They all have their own battles to fight. There are places even she cannot go, as much as she might wish to.

❛ Hmm. ❜ Diana is considering Clark's question like he has just asked her the secret to decoding the meaning of life. She finds a smile for him amidst the darkness. And because she thinks of him as someone who would never break a promise to a friend, she settles on saying this: ❛ Just the promise that you will come back? ❜

#why did i randomly make this sad? idk #but here you go i miss you wtf #americanasitgets #02. INBOX / may she bless you with the wisdom to see truth.

[lifecharge]

@americanasitgets​

Boots land firmly on the ground. The earth shattering around the metallic gold and red protecting her feet from debris around her. She holds her shield up, blocking the boulder hurtling towards her. It’s the heat of a battle. The very thing Antiope trained her for. It has her heart pounding, blood rushing through her veins in a rush that keeps her attention solely focused on the fight before her that is - until the sound of a jet breaking the sound barrier explodes in the sky above her.

Her shield remains, blocking what may come while golden brown hues spot the red symbol standing out upon a field of blue. “Superman,” she grins. “I’m afraid to say you’re a bit late to the party. I’ve taken half of the henchmen out already. Just got this big guy here to deal with,” she alerts, head tilting towards the towering golem before her.

#americanasitgets

[masquenoire]

slurred words ( if you’re still accepting )

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

“You know, that’s another thing that Red Hood did which royally pissed me off... stealing all my goddamn Kryptonite!” Roman spat in anger. Did that no-good punk have any idea how tough it had been getting ahold of all those pretty rocks? Almost certainly. In fact it had been one of his most expensive purchases to date, moreso than any other cargo consisting of military-grade weaponry and drugs. Pure Kryptonite was worth more than it’s weight in gold, despite being utterly useless outside of dealing with one specific person. ”So what if it’s not my usual modus operandi to be smuggling alien minerals? When there’s something out there that’s capable of doing all sorts of things no ordinary human being is capable of, you damn well want an ace up your sleeve in case he decides to go off his rocker someday and comes after you! Have you seen what Superman can do? He can fly, shoot lasers out of his eyes even! Don’t even get me started on him grabbing planes out of the sky! How’s a guy supposed to stand up against that? I’ll tell you how - with the one thing you know the bastard’s weak against, that’s how.” It hadn’t been easy on his wallet getting ahold of the fabled minerals, but Roman Sionis knew better than to wait and see. Even though he wasn’t native to Metropolis, Superman was one of the world’s most well-known superheroes for a damn good reason. The Man of Steel was powerful, sickeningly sweet and saccharine as he was. He much rather preferred dealing with the bat, dour though he was in a case of better the devil you know than the devil you don’t. Batman was, for the most part, just as human as he or anybody else. Superman on the other hand was a monster, or at least dangerous enough to become one if he ever decided he’d had enough of playing superhero someday. "I don’t plan on going to Metropolis anytime soon but I like to make sure my bases are covered. Failing that, I’d have had the largest stock of Kryptonite on the planet with more than enough to go around... until that shithead stole it all, anyway! Well, maybe not all of it. I’ve still got enough to make a special round of bullets just for Superfreak...” Everything had a weakness, Roman had learned. Even the mythical werewolf could be slain with something as humble as a silver bullet but for Superman, all he needed was a glowing green chunk of rock.

#americanasitgets #memes ;; slurred words #Always accepting! #I'm just a little slow the last few days because my brain does not want to engage ._. #Also hello hello! #Thank you for sending this in and I'm so sorry Roman did Supes so dirty! #Roman is lowkey paranoid af so he definitely made it his business to grab some Kryptonite when he could #This actually happened in the comics but Red Hood stole his cargo 😂 #Anyways I love your Superman #He is adorable and asdfgfhjkl <3 #Roman's just an asshole

[chauvesourisnoire]

@americanasitgets

The Justice League---the title of this elite group of heroes held weight on its own, promising the world a task force of special talents and abilities to protect it against the most daunting threats. 

One of which had been dealt with only that morning. His endurance and pain tolerance didn’t hold a candle to the kind of stamina of a superhuman, so when the jet touched down at their headquarters, Batman had silently slipped away from the rest of the group and had made a prompt visit to the med bay.  As the door hissed behind him, the steady line of his shoulders deflated, fatigue weighing them down. With heavy arms, Bruce removed the cowl and set it aside on one of the counters, cool air meeting heated skin. Feeling like he was able to breathe again, he settled in a chair to address the real concern.  The gauntlet over his right forearm was practically molded against him now, warped and split from a deflected blow from a heavy mace. The plate of metal now dug into his flesh, singeing long since it had happened. The injury had been hidden at the time, but now it needed to be dealt with. 

A couple attempts to remove the gauntlet on his own prove to be fruitless, the plate of metal only trying to delve further. No matter how he cursed or hissed, there was no easy way of getting it off. 

The door behind him opened again as he struggled. Bruce tensed, still unused to being seen without the cowl. But he didn’t have to turn to know who had entered. The mere weight of his presence was evidence enough. Superman. A few moments of silence passed before he decided to break it. “I need your help,” was said with great reluctance, a surrendering of pride. He had no energy left for posturing or bluster. Facing the other, he gestured with his injured arm, showing off the damaged piece of armor. “Can you break it off? It’s cutting into my arm.” 

#americanasitgets #r ; #⦕ united under the same cause ⦖ justice league #don't mind me writing a whole justice league novel here

[ataviisms]

@americanasitgets is getting a thing

metropolis is nice this time of year. warmer than gotham; sunnier. or at least it would be if night wasn’t beginning to fall. but waylon isn’t thinking too much about the weather right now. not when his red eyes are locked on a familiar red cape, like a dash of blood against the slowly darkening sky. only an idiot would fail to recognize it. it’s one of the risks of venturing this far from the confines of gotham’s dismal sewer system.

water drips from his dark scales, trickling onto the shoreline beneath his feet. the smoggy skies of gotham are behind him. a distant glitter of lights on the far side of the harbor. he lets out a guttural rumble of warning, tail moving slowly back and forth over the ground like an agitated cat’s. he isn’t dumb enough to pick a fight with superman. but he’ll give just as good as he gets if it comes down to it.

“ guess too many people seen me swimmin’ here... ”

he likes going back and forth between the two cities. it’s a nice change of scenery. sometimes he finds cool stuff floating in the harbor. sometimes he just likes the exercise of swimming against the currents. if the people of metropolis are worried he’s about to start attacking them, they don’t have anything to worry about.

yet.

waylon risks a step forward, continuing to look up at the alien. waiting to see what he’ll do---if anything. he’s used to how batman operates. that kind of violence and intention are familiar to him; whether directed at him or not. superman isn’t the same way. he runs his city a lot differently than the bat does.

“ that’s what you came to tell me, right? i gotta go back. ”

#americanasitgets #lmao this is loosely inspired by your comment on my post but we can totally do something more serious with this if you want

[thunderbringer]

❛  if there weren’t so many people watching us, i’d already be on my knees in front of you.  ❜

𝐚   𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦   𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥   𝐨𝐟   𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫   can   only   concentrate   on   one   .   all   evening   the   gazes   have   lingered   and   the   more   drinks   that   flow   the   looser   lipped   the   god   has   become   .   there   have   been   a   few   choice   words   about   when   they   find   themselves   with   privacy   .   clark   is   a   little   more   reserved   than   thor   is   ,   but   both   can   be   professional   in   the   midst   of   others   when   the   need   calls   for   it   .      the   night   seems   to   be   dragging   on   with   the   need   for   their   attention   is   from   someone   knew   every   five   minutes   or   so   always   wanting   to   talk   to   them   about   endeavors   or   stories   they   might   have   .   @americanasitgets​  catches   thor   while   he’s   getting   another   drink   and   leans   into   the   god   so   his   lips   hover   right   at   his   ear.   

if   there   weren’t   so   many   people   watching   us,                  i’d   already   be   on   my   knees   in   front   of   you   .   

the   words   are   enough   to   have   the   god   grinning   like   a   fool   ,   but   a   shiver   is   sent   down   his   spine   with   the   warmth   of   the   man’s   breath   at   his   ear   .      ❝      then   perhaps   we   need   to   find   ourselves   alone   or   excuse   ourselves   for   the   rest   of   the   evening   .   ❞

THE DIRTY KIND OF TEASING . 

#🌪∴ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ━ 『 inbox 』 #americanasitgets #clark and thor though ?? 👀

[nightmdic]

     “Maybe I should start wearing glasses as a disguise or something.”

@americanasitgets || SC

#americanasitgets

[crimefightrmoved]

I’m never going to marry you, Bruce.

#shelassos #BATSIGNAL 〉inbox . #🥺🥺🥺 #mean #americanasitgets #would never do this to him

[secondhandmckie]

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ - Jackson Kent

Questions Meme

The music wasn't blasting while she worked in the kitchen, but admittedly, it wasn't the most quiet either. It was easy to get lost in it, in the task as she flipped yet another pancake in the skillet, shuffling in a muted sort of dance.

She'd only just plated this on the stack waiting on the counter beside her when she registered Jackson's voice. Molly looked back at him over her shoulder, then down at herself with the utmost innocence. There was no mistaking it was his shirt--she practically swam in the thing.

"Huh. So I am! Would you look at that." Molly all but batted lashes at him as she doused the pancakes in syrup, and set the plate in front of him on the island. Bringing a syrupy thumb to her lips, she gestured with her free hand.

"Breakfast."

#;jackson #americanasitgets #v; the extended family

[peaceseekr]

@americanasitgets​ said  “C’mon, have a dance with me.”

Diana extends her hand into his. She tilts her head up to look in those piercing blue eyes. “How could I ever say no to my Man of Steel?” 

#americanasitgets #⌜interaction.⌟ : reply . #⌜verse.⌟ : out of the shadows and into the dawn .

[failedcrown]

@americanasitgets​ said: ❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜

HER OWN EYES BETRAY her by gathering with tears. She hasn’t cried since she learned early in life that it got her nowhere. It’s a waste of time, to strain the muscles of your face to sob and scream and curse a god that she doesn’t even believe in. God isn’t real, she thinks, and if he is, he's forgotten about her a long fucking time ago. Clark’s presence doesn’t give her a crisis of faith. She’s not suddenly questioning whether magic and goodness exists; she knows they don’t. But fuck if he’s not a persistent bastard. Fuck if his voice isn’t so honeyed that she almost wishes, just for a second, that he was real. Of course he’s not, though. She can’t trust a guy who offers his heart instead of his fists. It just means he has a longer fall from grace awaiting him. And it will happen. Because it always does. 

❛ You know, there’s quicker ways to get up my skirt than playing the part of Mr. Chivalry. ❜ She’s lost her trademark wit, and her voice is devoid of that smart ass tone. Blue eyes stare blankly at nothing in particular, but they especially avoid Clark. An instinct tells her to take his face in hers and smash their mouths together. She’ll pretend the reason is to get him to stop talking, to get him to just SHUT UP, but neither of them would buy that’s the only purpose of the kiss. Maybe she’s a pro at lying to herself, but she has this feeling that Clark is above all that. 

Anyways, the tears, fuckers that they are, are still pricking at her eyes, so she stabs them with a swipe of her fingers. Clark hasn’t shown himself to be the kind of guy to take advantage of her crying, but that’s just because she hasn’t given him enough time to show his true colors yet. Or she hasn’t had time to taint him. ❛ My advice? Close that fucking door before I drag you down with me. A pretty boy like you wouldn’t do well in Hell. ❜

#americanasitgets #OBSESSED WITH THEM #Inbox / never meet your heroes. #Main Arc 1 / We find death in our magnificence.

[archiveshelassos2]

@americanasitgets​ said: Clark just casually stepping up behind her, tickling her shoulder with a tulip. “For you, Di.”

SHE SMILES SUCH A bright smile, like she’s never before felt despair. Like pain has never before shrunken her shoulders and stolen her joy. It has, of course. She’s cried more in the last century than she smiled in the past 5,000 years before. Or, at least, that’s how it feels at times. In this moment, though, Kal is saying her name in a voice oozing with kindness, if not love. She dances a circle around him, laughter singing from her lips and a grin that widens and widens. 

❛ Awww. You killed a tulip just for me? How sweet. ❜ She’s only half-joking. Fingers pluck the tulip from his hand and tickles beneath her nose with it. ❛ I solemnly swear not to tell Poison Ivy. Scout’s honor. ❜ It’s a term she learnt from him and speaking it inspires her laughter to melt into giggles. 

#americanasitgets #Inbox / may she bless you with the wisdom to see truth.