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harlivy and batcat vs summer

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yj core four hugsss !!!!!!!!

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Silver age Supergirl in my style

Just recently read that new supergirl comic (2025) and there were soo many pre-crisis stuff I recognized!

It inspired me to draw some Silver age Supergirl stuff in my stupid style!

Lena Luthor, Jerro the merboy, Richard/Dick Malverne I love you!

+Lesla Lar doodle

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It's impressive how Neil Gaiman vanished from the internet. Wish Rowling would do the same.

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reposting from the author of Red Hood 2025’s bluesky. the book will not be copaganda. it won’t change the fact helena canonically hates cops and that jason very likely also hates cops.

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by far the funniest thing about reading fanfiction as a political professional is that I can always tell exactly who has and hasn't been to a fundraiser or gala based on how they write them

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happy pride month to these losers

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Just because DC are cowards who refuse to grapple with the fact that they made the 15 year old vigilante pregnant only to allow her to allude to it two (2) times after the fact doesn’t mean we have to be.

Take my hand. Let’s give Stephanie Browns pregnancy lasting thematic significance to her character and take into account the mental scars it likely gave her together. Let’s draw her with a c-section scar. Let’s draw parallels between Steph and Crystal and Steph’s view of motherhood and responsibility. Let’s talk about how despite purposefully making the choice not to know the gender of her baby after giving birth Steph genders the baby female on her deathbed.

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they’ll call her a villain for the most sane view of thinking children should stay alive and be with their families. i love you ms rachel

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Omg............ is your dick grayson with starfire? Bc they'd look so........................ mh.....................

yessireeee tbh i want to explore starfire's design more in the future :p but for now:

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Tim showing off his brand new outfit, happy Pride month everyone!!

Outfit inspired by the pride robin funko pop. Pose reference from the Robin #150: ONE YEAR LATER comic cover.

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Saying this right fucking now.

I don’t want to see ANY of you touching that fuckass new Harry Potter series.

That woman has set us back YEARS. YEARS. And whose money is she using to do it? People who continually support her and her sorry excuse for a book series.

If you simply must watch it? Pirate. It’s not hard.

Do not give her money. Do not give her a platform. Do not contribute. Please.

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Sometimes i randomly remember that Dick was romani (white passing), Damien is canonically half asian (middle eastern + tibetan) and Cass is actually chinese. Yet, we have never seen this represented on screen. Like dont be racebending when the batfam already has such great representation. Its even crazier when you factor in Lucius (a vvvvvv impt person in batman lore) is also black but I dont remember seeing him portrayed on screen.

Like why are we getting the same almost entirely white cast in every batman adaptation. Just add these characters into the script instead of trying to shoehorn in superman or the flash into a batman story!!!

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Hal Jordan wasn’t drinking too much. He wasn’t. He was just unwinding after a long week, alone in his apartment, being responsible. With a few beers. And maybe a little whiskey, just a little. There was a space documentary on the Discovery Channel that he’d seen before, about Russian and American satellite programs in the 1980s, and he was watching it anyway. Unwinding. A thought occurred to him and he was not giggling drunkenly while he sent Barry Allen some messages. He was just chuckling, calmly, because it was a little funny and he was a man with a refined sense of humor.

Hal Jordan fell asleep on his couch, which was intentional because his couch was comfortable, and woke with a pounding head a full hour after his alarm had given up. It was a rare day off, so it didn’t matter, which is why he’d been okay with some drinking the night before. He had vague memories of sending Barry something hilarious and he scrambled for his phone, unplugged the charger, and checked for a reply. He blinked. He blinked again.

With a rapidly growing sense of dread, a feeling not unlike being sucked into the wide maw of a blood-thirsty planet-eater, he checked his other messages.  Hal Jordan was sitting on the couch in his apartment when his world ended.

With the panic of a man given an hour or less to live, he made his arrangements.

With the desperation of a man pleading with the Fates, he made a last-ditch effort to save himself, pacing frantically and aimlessly in his living room while he typed.

Resigned, his head throbbing like a klaxon, he sat down to die. Many miles away, Bruce Wayne sat at his desk in his locked office, making a noise like a wounded animal with lung problems. It was laughter.