#hawk // threads.

[moregraceful]

wait the dubs game tonight was against the mavericks...macklin and wsmith out there watching klay vs steph...no way wsmith knows the Narrative he's too down deep in new england but macklin was IN those trenches.....do you think he looked at will and promised himself it wouldn't end like that between the two of them. do you think he looked at will and then down at the court, and then back at will and told himself, with all the anxiety of youth, that no matter what happened, him and will would never end the way klay and steph did...that he'd look to his right and will would always be there no matter what

[cringefailkralie]

does the yelp review incident imply that demetri is a callout post maker

[biancadavri]

justice for my man Dougal Gavorn honestly 🫡 All he did was Nobly trying to scam a rich asshole (Hawke) but oOoooOOOooh Bioware just HAD to take a hard stance against that

[thesupernaturalhouse]

Hello! With the hawk feather au, do you think Emily will end up falling? Cause at this point I feel like all it would take is a particularly bad outburst or two from Sera for Emily to say screw it and hurl herself out of heaven. At least that way she won’t have to be confronted with the horrors of it all.

Honestly, to me? Yeah, I think she would end up falling in the au

Now it just depends on how, does Sera end up causing her out? The elder angles? Does she fall herself? Honestly, all of them are equal possibilities

Thoughhh, the elder angles using Emily as a scape goat for why the exorcists 'ran off' and stuff is an interesting possibility

(@sunsetcougar)

[shieracarter]

Nighthawk and Cinnamon in Superman (2023) #9

[visceralprayers]

hawk hadn't totally registered what happened, not really, she'd been silent since they left the hall, and only now did her steps linger when she saw one of sol's men moving around the home of her boyfriend. their home, she supposed. she blinked a couple times, then looked down at the bloodied dog tags in her hand. people died all the time. she knew this. she'd lost many people, this was no different.

[fan-dweeb]

Hawks: Bro people are shipping us together

Dabi: To where? Do I need to kill them??

[thedaddycomplex]

I'm on Threads, y'all.

[draphrawrites]

Dabihawks Domestic Doofuses Pt 2

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Originally posted June 3rd, 2021

Keigo wouldn’t actually yeet Dabi’s first aid stuff for his cologne collection, but Dabi seems to have this weird idea that Keigo is vain and self-centered.

So, Keigo plays into it a bit.

“And you need your wings preened daily... why?” Dabi asks, running his warm fingers through Keigo’s feathers in firm, smooth strokes. Keigo’s eyes roll back, but he keeps his voice even despite his chin being smushed into a pillow.

“Commission standards,” he gets out.

“And those standards entail..?” Dabi pries, actually sounding curious.

They’re laid out on the bed with Keigo’s left wing draped like a blanket across Dabi’s lap. The villain is sitting cross-legged, his long fingers combing through Keigo’s wings for the third time this week.

It’s only Monday.

Dabi doesn’t seem to mind. It’s almost like it’s as relaxing to him as it is to Keigo. 

‘Almost’ being the operative word here. Keigo’s bones feel melted and his muscles have unbound from years of clinging to each other in stress-induced desperation.

In short, Keigo’s never been a puddle before, but he’s pretty sure he’s on his way. 

“Pretty for the public,” he eventually replies to Dabi’s query. “That’s the standard. Beat up is acceptable too, but only after a fight. And only if I won the fight.”

Full sentences are getting harder for Keigo the more Dabi warms his hands. Then he notices them getting a bit TOO warm. 

“Dabi?” He asks, peeking over his shoulder to look at the villain. Dabi’s expression is stony. 

“Only pretty or in pain,” he repeats. “That’s fucked up.”

Keigo grimaces. He hadn’t meant for it to sound that way, even if it was true. Mostly he’d wanted an excuse for Dabi to preen him more often because it felt amazing. If Dabi thought it was for pretty privilege reasons, he could bitch about it.

If he thought it was a manipulation or abuse on the Commission’s end, though... that could spell trouble. For both the Commission and Keigo’s daily preening sessions. 

“It’s nothing outside the norm, you know...” he mutters quietly. “Lots of celebrities are required to keep certain standards.”

“Who told you being beat to shit was an acceptable standard?” Dabi growls low in his chest. Keigo can feel the anger practically vibrating through his feathers. Oddly, he feels touched. Dabi getting protective of him is... kinda hot.

New, too. Their arrangement thus far has been moving into scarily domestic territory, wherein affection and teasing are more the norm than aggression and sarcasm. Actual protective instincts though? That’s new. Normal Dabi would tell him ‘you’re the one with a thousand knives strapped to your back. You can handle yourself.’

So, call Keigo a little curious about this new turn of events. He arches an eyebrow at Dabi and contemplates how he wants to answer.

“It’s not like anyone told me it was ‘okay’ or anything,” he says slowly.

“More like I was congratulated for good work by my media relations team after a hard fight. If I was looking less than my best without a fight involved, I’d usually get a politely-worded email reminding me of public perception.”

Dabi absorbs that for a moment, idly stroking Keigo’s feathers. “No looking tired or pissed?” He muses. “I really would’ve made a shitty hero then.”

Keigo’s not sure he was meant to hear that last bit, but he does and it makes him blink.

“I think you would have made a good hero,” he counters, surprised to realize he means it. Dabi looks down at him in disbelief.

“Why the fuck would you think that?” he asks, voice sounding almost strangled. Keigo winces, hoping he hasn’t just poked a nerve.

“You’re passionate about taking down false heroes,” he says delicately. “Unwavering, really. And you fight even when the odds are stacked against you.” Before he can stop himself, he’s sitting up so he can face Dabi - more examples spilling from his lips unchecked.

“You pretend not to care for the League, but they all look to you when their own convictions waver. And they come to you when they need help.” Dabi tries to protest, but Keigo isn’t finished.

“You’re also really good with your quirk, even if it hurts you. Not many people have both power and control while knowing their limits, but I’ve seen you fight. You know exactly how much you can do before you have fall back. I know a lot of heroes who could use a little less ego and a little more sense like that.”

Dabi stares at him with wide eyes, mouth hanging slightly open. Then he forces himself to laugh.

“That ‘control’ was learned the hard way, in case you hadn’t noticed,” he says wryly, gesturing to himself. “Unless they’re giving out awards for not wanting any more fucking burns.”

Keigo tilts his head thoughtfully. “That’s fair. It doesn’t mean that knowing your limits and following them isn’t a rare trait, though.” He shrugs when Dabi looks at him. “Forty-two percent of hero fatalities come from heroes biting off more than they can chew.”

Dabi is quiet for a moment longer before he jerks his chin, indicating Keigo to lay back down. He does, hoping that the surprisingly serious talk hasn’t killed the laid-back mood. But Dabi just resumes stroking through his feathers, smoothing out the vanes as he goes.

The silence stretches for so long, in fact, that Keigo is almost dozing by the time Dabi speaks again.“And how long before you bite off more than you can chew?”

Keigo blinks, heart beating harder inside his chest, not wanting to think about it. Not wanting to acknowledge that he’d already done so when he decided to play house with a villain, knowing it could only end in some kind of betrayal. Either of his career or the guy he bullies into making pancakes for him.

“Well, I’ll just have to trust that you and your common sense will set me straight, I guess,” he says, snuggling deeper into Dabi’s lap. The villain hums in response, his fingers simply playing with Keigo’s feathers now, seemingly lost in thought. 

Keigo lets Dabi drift, his own thoughts returning to how much easier this would be if Dabi were a hero. And how much he meant it when he said Dabi had the potential. It niggles at him. The realization that Dabi could have been in the same boat as Keigo. The standard of ‘pretty or pained’ combined by virtue of his appearance. 

It bothers him, he realizes. To have those standards applied to Dabi. To think of him getting those stupid emails because he looked tired.

Maybe, Keigo thinks, leaning further into Dabi’s warmth. Maybe Dabi’s right.

Maybe it is fucked up.

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[fereldensheroesa]

@nightsongs didn't ask for a Marie, but gets one.

The woman's fingers tapped against her knee as she watched the bustle within the Gallows. Every day, refugees. Every day, more restrictions on mages. Marie-Jeanne Valet didn't quite know how to pull away from it. How to relax. She sat there, fletching arrows with practiced hands, listening carefully.

[thisgusting]

"don't wanna alarm you... but i gotta," not the best thing to say when entering the room, but the other must deal with that. the information hawk is about to share is too crucial for pleasantries. usually, she'd use a different approach, but... standing there like an npc who's about to give someone a quest, holding a tiny packet of fries would have to do. "these sly cunts are planning something sinister — you know, how they always need to spice things up by the end of a drama ??" a rhetorical question. she doesn't even bother waiting for an answer. "oh, i'm fucking livid !! i may have heard a lil' too much, and found out they're trying to do some editing magic with a sprinkle of spreading rumours, to make us seem like we hate eachother's guts, for some reason..." mouth talking faster than the speed of light, hawk's brain cannot keep up. the usual. "thought i would let you know none of it is real, and i'm actually quite fond of you, yeah ??" right. because that will make this situation any better !! "we're sticking together... — we must find a way to be extra petty and show them who's actually the damn star of the show..." // @wcvensouls

[sorarushesin]

WHERE: The Clinic WHO: Hawk (@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales)

Sora shifted in the seat he was in, Phoenix had told him to go and get his arms checked out after some spicy water got on them while working. It was a little easier to be around him, easier to just think of him as his boss rather than his uncle. Meetings with Hawk had mostly been one on one, keeping them both from being overwhelmed but with the geyser they'd both been busy with work. When he came out, he gave him a sheepish smile, "Uh...hey, Captain sent me for a check up on my arms...I can wait for whoever, get it if you're like super busy right now, you know?"

[wander-wren]

wrt to the “adam shouldve been a visionary” dreamer trilogy/greywaren post i’ve seen a few times (possibly reblogged?)….well, maybe, but also no.

it’s not that i don’t have my own gripes with tdt (namely, yes, not enough adam), but i just…i can’t get behind visionary adam. not canon visionary, anyway.

like. you’re telling me ronan “the choice was death or hurting adam, which wasnt a choice at all” lynch would have handled it with ANY amount of grace if adam “i will be your hands. i will be your eyes” parrish was given the ultimatum “hurt others every time you have a vision and live, or turn the visions inward and quickly die horribly”??? no!!

and maybe in this alternate version of tdt that’s the whole point, yknow. if that’s what you want, ABSOLUTELY go ahead, dream on about it, write the fic, send it to me i’d love to see. etc etc etc

but the point of the dreamer trilogy is that it’s about ronan. so if we’re keeping with that vision (ha), and with the basic premise of the series, then no, i don’t think visionary adam is a good idea.

which begs the question…what WOULD i have adam do?

[disclaimer i read each book as they came out and havent done full rereads since so my memory is spotty, pls correct anything i get wrong]

in all honesty i would keep call down the hawk essentially as it is bc i think it was good. it takes place during november, no? so potentially add in/exchange a shorter adam moment for thanksgiving break. he can help scry and figure out psychic things and be distrustful of bryde.

have winter break be during part of mister impossible. seriously where are adam’s school breaks lmao. adam is relentlessly practical and cares about ronan and he should be here to sow doubt and try to curb some of ronan’s more ecoterrorist tendencies. ronan can sneak around and hide from him and there can be tension and worry and anger. but also a lot of good pynch feelings still, ofc, bc its Them.

but don’t worry! they can still have a big fight/falling out over the ley lines/bryde/the ecoterrorism before adam leaves for school again. as silly as it is that ronan freaked out over an unread text when adam was literally napping, maybe this time it’s deliberate. or maybe adam really was napping again, or driving, or whatever. the rest of mister impossible can play out from there, or a condensed/reshuffled version of it to accommodate adam being there for a while.

greywaren can start the same, but for the love of god let ronan get out faster it is HIS BOOK. i do like henessey helping him do that i think its an important part of her character, and adam’s part in all that was very good and angsty so i wouldnt change it, but i would have it happen in the first half. ronan and adam make up and go off to do whatever was happening by the end of greywaren tbh i got confused. or something totally different! who knows.

also i just want to see adam interact with the actual visionaries and with carmen and henessey more and with bryde i think it would be very cool. very fun.

i also think gansey/blue/henry shouldve shown up literally ever at all but idk how they fit in so shh

[aposthates]

❛  i’m  so  fucking  tired ,   i  just …   i  can’t .  ❜

EXPRESSION IS IMMEDIATELY STRUCK WITH WORRY. ears pricked, head tilted as honeyed eyes deepen in the nearing of expressive brows. optics near swimming in their newly bestowed emotion. "are you alright?" HIS VOICE IS SHARPER THAN HE INTENDS, BUT BETRAYS NEARLY ALL OF HIS CONCERN. if not carrying a hint of accusation.

a huff releases from his nostrils in a slight bit of self chastisement.

UNWOUND A NOTCH, HIS STEP BRINGS HIM CLOSER. and in coming up behind her, his wide hands hesitantly remain at his sides. HE ISN'T TRYING TO OVERSTEP, however . . . "i'm worried about you." he admits it, because what's the point? EMOTION FLARING AGAIN. fighting its way from his tongue at last. FOR IT'S OBVIOUS, ISN'T IT?

his chin angled downward, anders applies a soft bit of pressure, though he does not try to lead her before she gives in. looking at her as much as he could from over her shoulder. "maybe you should lie down." he starts. "-- i can help you." WORDS SOUND BLURTED. a plea, perhaps. AND MAKER KNOWS, he's being entirely too much. but he's right, she must know that. SHE MUST. he is a healer, after all. "but you can't keep exerting yourself with no break."

@kirkw4ll. deadly nightshade.

[muutos]

"WE ARE NOT SAFE HERE." there's a frantic nature to him in this particular moment that seems to fight its very need to present itself. yet, his passion is oft poorly leashed as of late. AS SHE'S NO DOUBT WELL AWARE. the breath of the templars down the back of his neck was a burden, yet it only made him worry for her. and despite the fact that HE FEARS FOR THOSE IN HIS CARE AS WELL, and who might take care of them if he were to leave, he knows he does not have long until they close in.

"i know you have work here, as do i. these people need me. but . . . while i cannot stand the idea of anything happening to you." his brows are drawn inward. "i cannot protect you. you've . . . seen what i'm capable of. shamefully. and i fear i cannot be the kind of example i had once hoped." whether or not she is interested in him, she plagues his dreams and his waking hours. HE WILL THINK OF HER FIRST. his typical sarcastic demeanor traded for something more solemn. "the templars might leave you be for now, but they won't forever. when it is most convenient, they will not hesitate to enact their little orders so they can keep you in line." lips lift slightly in disbelief, perhaps.. "i mean, look at what you've done! do you really think they will continue to trust a mage of your power?"

@omniterror. asked for anders.

[mskwtz]

72. → @opponentcompel → what makes you beautiful / one direction

   confidence was a great thing . . . until it wasn't.   sometimes it just made you reckless & stupid. c'est la vie, right ? the thing was that eli was trying to behave. really. he'd been trying to not lean so much into his anger in the name of miyagi-do. even if the dojo was closed, it was the ideology he wanted to embrace. that red hot anger was cobra kai all the way, & he was not that anymore. he never would be again. --- behaving, however, was easier said than done. case in point, the water park. he'd told himself he wasn't going to start shit with cobra kai, but then payne pissed him off and he ended up shoved in the pool because he reacted. and now, having quite literally ran into terry silver's cart at the grocery store, eli was having trouble biting his tongue. because of course he was. ❛ i just think it's funny . . . you think you're intimidating but you were kreese's bitch the second you showed up here. everyone else in the room can see it. everyone else but you. ❜