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thehoneyxbadger​:

@fxstestkid​ said:  “That cat just talked back to me.”

Gabby frowned at the cat, who was sitting smugly and licking itself. “I’m not really surprised. He’s always been a cheeky cat. Now he just has words rather than yowling at you as you try to change his litter. Like come on, I’m trying to help.” The cat looked at Gabby with baleful eyes before turning his back. She snorted. “Anyway. I thought them being able to talk would mean more adoptions. And it did! For some. Not that bastard though, he keeps insulting people.”

/

          “Grife-” Pushing a hand through his windblown hair, the speedster stared down the fuzzy menace with the faintest pout. Sure, he wasn’t really a cat person, but it still made him sad when other animals didn’t trust him, or really even like him. Major bummer. And now he had to deal with one deciding to use it’s newfound vocals to sass him. He could take it from anyone else, he’d probably brush it off fairly quickly, but not here. “Well, no wonder. Who wants a cat who’s gonna’ be a headache? I wouldn’t.” In general, even, but he assumed the point would be made either way. “Can’t you like.. Train him to be nicer? Put on a Barney movie or somethin’?”

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anxietylanterncruz​:

(✉️ ➡️ zoom zoom ): OMG do you really think they’d sound like that? (✉️ ➡️ zoom zoom ): i saw a group of them singing spooky scary skeletons and now i’m wondering if that’s just their immortal, plastic curse (✉️ ➡️ zoom zoom ): please record it (✉️ ➡️ zoom zoom ): i need it for research purposes (✉️ ➡️ zoom zoom ): and maybe a new ringtone depending on how they harmonize

[ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : you know what i have extensive photographic memories of hundreds of anatomy books but none of them talked about it [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : so i can only assume yes [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : oh duh [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : im gonna totally duct tape my phone to my chest [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : gotta have these dab arms free [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : i might go too hard and short it out though [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : maybe ill hang it from a lamppost first [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : solid plan

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I Remember Halloween //  [TEXT] dab off with a skeleton for the candy hoard? @anxietylanterncruz

[ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : oh its on [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : like donkey kong [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : im gonna dab on those skeleton freezers so hard they’ll clatter apart [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : do you think they sound like a xylophone when they do that????? [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : like in the cartoons??????????????? [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : guess im finding out

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impulselantern​:

😡  for  an  angry  text  from  my  muse // @fxstestkid

(✉️ ➡️ sonic zoom): YOU ZOOMED BY ME WHILE I WAS EATING ICE CREAM (✉️ ➡️ sonic zoom): I DROPPED MY ICE CREAM, BART.

[ ✉ ⟹ new favorite lantern ] : LOL [ ✉ ⟹ new favorite lantern ] : i mean [ ✉ ⟹ new favorite lantern ] : oh noooo [ ✉ ⟹ new favorite lantern ] : im so so sorry [ ✉ ⟹ new favorite lantern ] : that is really funny though [ ✉ ⟹ new favorite lantern ] : you need a better grip [ ✉ ⟹ new favorite lantern ] : couldnt you just make a better grip [ ✉ ⟹ new favorite lantern ] : or like a baseball glove to catch it [ ✉ ⟹ new favorite lantern ] : or are you weak to dairy  [ ✉ ⟹ new favorite lantern ] : or sugar [ ✉ ⟹ new favorite lantern ] : or something [ ✉ ⟹ new favorite lantern ] : anyways i can grab you a new one if you want lolol

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socials //  ✨  for  a  random  text @twentyninetynines

[ ✉ ⟹  old man miguel 🕷] : b [ ✉ ⟹  old man miguel 🕷] : o [ ✉ ⟹  old man miguel 🕷] : r [ ✉ ⟹  old man miguel 🕷] : e [ ✉ ⟹  old man miguel 🕷] : d [ ✉ ⟹  old man miguel 🕷] : BOREDDDDDDDDDDDDDD [ ✉ ⟹  old man miguel 🕷] : whatre you up to [ ✉ ⟹  old man miguel 🕷] : and how can i mooch

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socials //  😳  for  an  embarrassing  text @mighty-pirate-angel

[ ✉ ⟹  tor god of tunder ] :  so uh [ ✉ ⟹  tor god of tunder ] : i may have [ ✉ ⟹  tor god of tunder ] : accidentally [ ✉ ⟹  tor god of tunder ] : exploded [ ✉ ⟹  tor god of tunder ] : a traffic light [ ✉ ⟹  tor god of tunder ] : and i didnt wait for the cops to show up [ ✉ ⟹  tor god of tunder ] : does that count as a hit and run??? [ ✉ ⟹  tor god of tunder ] : or do you think thats just general vandalism [ ✉ ⟹  tor god of tunder ] : shouldve told them to add it to my tab [ ✉ ⟹  tor god of tunder ] : anyways i didnt mean it [ ✉ ⟹  tor god of tunder ] : its not like i know when somethings going to explode when i run past it [ ✉ ⟹  tor god of tunder ] : or when weather wizard yeets you into something with a tornado [ ✉ ⟹  tor god of tunder ] : oh [ ✉ ⟹  tor god of tunder ] : i couldve totally blamed it on him [ ✉ ⟹  tor god of tunder ] : why didnt i think of that before [ ✉ ⟹  tor god of tunder ] : i done goofed

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mistressofmagic​:

Zatanna had her face covered with both hands, focusing on her breathing so that she didn’t lose her lunch while trying to figure out how she was going to find someone to help her with the cult that she had been dealing with over the last few months. Responsibilities had to be shifted. If she was smart, at least. But the idea made her more nauseous than the other changes in her life. And then another shock to the system came in when the door flung open and there was Bart there, telling her to stop screaming.

Which she was — she hadn’t realized it because it was just a yelp but to Bart, that probably sounded a lot longer than it was. (The speed force hurt her brain in a thousand different ways.) “Knocking! Bart! Who raised you?” But Bart, as per usual, was ten steps ahead of her in the conversation before it had even started. Something about magical assistance and then he was holding up a book and showing her a two-page spread of… something. “Is this… is this a comic?” It took a moment for her to register what she was looking at.

Zatanna held out her hands, prompting him to hand it to her. “How old is this?” Zatanna asked in a whisper. “New enough you could get them all? Or is… is this something you had to dig for?”

/

         The speedster slowed his focus to blink, just slightly confused, just before he answered plainly, “Max. Stay focused-” Though, the old speedster would’ve told him to knock, probably would’ve pinched his ear and told him to apologize and then ask nicely to help him with the problem they might’ve both found together. Maybe it sucked that his lessons didn’t stick all that well. Maybe he rebelled out of a desire to get his old mentor back when he was sure he could be brought back. Maybe he just didn’t care anymore. Thinking too deep like that wasn’t on his agenda, this weird comic-rune-magic-whatever thing was.

          “Yes, it’s a comic,” he explained, flicking the pages again. “Jeez, you’d expect being some great magician you’d know what a comic book was-” Speaking far too soon, he gingerly handed over the book, sidestepping at the speed of sound to try seeing what she was, personal bubble be damned. “Just this past week. Big recall from the publisher ‘cause of undisclosed reasons. All the speculation online is ‘cause of a misprint but, like, this looks kinda’ juicy.” He stopped... Then grinned. “Well, probably. I could cause some work mayhem and snag their mailing addresses. No clue if it’ll be, like, every release ever, but yeah, I’m no stranger to stalking some nerds-” A soft pause, blinking before he offered an apologetic smile. “That sounded worse than it was.”

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🎧 // @twentyninetynines​​ It Must Really Suck To Be Four Year Strong Right Now - Four Year Strong

Take a second and look down / I've got my name on a string / Tangled up in lights despite the fact that they aren't working / I live my life on the line to find a way to be unforgettable.

          A skate park was probably the worst place to meet up with anyone outside of the guys he met while on his board, but Bart had a compulsive need to include his friends in almost every aspect of his life, including almost all of his hobbies.

          It’s not like he was drowning in them, but they were a pretty big part of his routine. If there was any time he had to sit still, it was too much. At work, he was... Working, sure, but he had comics to read. He tried to take his time, looking through the words and the art in separate seconds before he got through the week’s drop. He rattled through his photographic memory to remind him of the issues he had, and the ones he’d seen in preorder that he wanted to take for himself. He would get home, taking note of his usual route and sometimes, if he was bored, the new route he’d usually get lost on. He took time at home to play his guitar, his extensive video game collection, modifying his gear so it took his fast, dully-aching fingers and registered them at the same speed he worked. Boarding was no different, just an entirely different way to work his brain muscle as well as his regular ones. 

          He needed time away to clear his head, or at least attempt it. Did he ever really get his head cleared totally? At least this was as mindless as running, if not a little more occupying because he had to weave through the rest of the bodies flying on boards at mac-human-wheel-speeds. Gold eyes watched carefully as he sat on top of the bowl, kicking as he watched the rest circle underneath him, ready to jump in at any second before a lightspeed head-whip brought his sightline to the one he’d managed to invite out. A bright smile on spotted cheeks, he waved his arm vigorously before popping back up on his feet, skating down the tall ramp to the entrance of the park, skidding to a stop in front of his fellow time-lost friend. 

         “Hey hey, slug!” Bart giggled at his own slang, kicking up the board and leaning precariously on it, tilting his helmeted head as he did. “Welcome to the par-tay.” 

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for @demiwonder​ // 

         Oh boy. Oh man. 

          It was hard to hide when Bart was nervous. His brain fired at the speed of his feet, but his human genetics only allowed his neurons to process emotions at a normal pace. Everything took eons to ‘pass’, and anxiety was the worst one of them all. He could feel his heart matching the speed his foot tapped at, sweaty palms gripping at the threads left of the knees of his jeans. It took all his energy not to just bolt out back home so he could hide in plain sight on the couch, flicking at a videogame controller or plucking at his guitar just to give himself something to do with his hands that wasn’t scratching at the goose-bumps laboring his arms.

          Slightly rocking on his seat, he stared at Cassie sitting next to him with wide, gold eyes. They’d been spending a lot of time together, not like they used to, but like... Normal people. Well, normal was entirely relative, who the sprock wanted to be normal? Regardless, living life outside of the super suits, the cracks of lightning and the tinny shout of plans in their ears... It felt nice. Just to go out and do. And while he didn’t really get a chance to show off his skateboard skills this time around, following around the malls and shops looking for enough early Halloween décor to fill a haunted house felt... Nice. It felt really nice. 

          With bags full of fresh apples and enough Frankenberry to last the speedster the month, they had ended up in the park, surrounded by football-shaped pigeons and other people getting off of work. It wasn’t the most serene scene to hang in, but it was familiar and just busy enough not to let the world let you sit in too much silence. “... I had a lot of fun today-” He finally broke their shared silence, still trying to think of something else they could do. He just didn’t want this day, this moment to end so soon...

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🎧 // for @mistressofmagic​ Majesty - Ghost

A higher power underground  / From seraph skies and now to chaos bound / He’s sitting sacred and profound / In midst of sinners lifting up to kiss his crown

          “What??” The speedster cried out, a stack of fluttering books in his arms. “I just wanna know- Unless, it’s like, offensive or something-”

          It was a question that had been on his mind since two days ago when the latest issue came through the store... And was subsequently recalled for no solid reason. At least, not that one Bart thought was satisfactory. The After-Life Avenger was his favorite run from his kid years, he remembered scuffling for the reprinted action figures of his sidekick Cherub, and the reboot was set to be one of the most exciting releases from CD Comics this coming Fall... And Bart had a theory it may have had to do with the very last page: an ode to the Inferno, with the page boarder covered in symbols he couldn’t decipher. One thing he knew, it sure wasn’t close to Interlac. 

          So he went to seek out his favorite magician... Maybe one of the few he actually knew. He just hoped she wouldn’t poof him away to another dimension when he burst through her door, a “Hey, I need-... Stop screaming, I need magic assistance-” on his breath as soon as his feet stopped. 

          Faster than a blink, he opened the book and flipped to the last page, showing the full two-page spread in full. “Does this mean a thing?? I’m just deadly curious, I gotta know. Cause if it does, then I have a whole stack I have to, like, try and get back from the super collector weirdos.”

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kxtepryde​:

@fxstestkid​ sent ❝You’re gonna need me.❞

“Well, yeah.” The words were out before Kitty stopped to think about them. They were the kind of honest only found in the entirely candid, those thoughts that bubbled to the surface without a moment’s hesitation. Kitty knew she meant it the moment they fell out, but they still took her by surprise. Only for a moment; though, she was perfectly aware a moment for her was likely an eternity for Bart.

There were a lot of things Kitty needed. She needed Genosha, even if the skies still hinted at a red that burrowed uncomfortably beneath her skin. She needed Lockheed comfortably settled on her shoulders, a stalwart companion, one of the few constants she’d had in her life since thirteen tipped it on its head. She needed Scott awake at three in the morning, and Rachel existing in the same time and the same space. And apparently she needed Bart. Bart who texted ten times in the space of her one, who split into five million because he felt so much, who knew ghost wasn’t just a scary story.

There was no use in covering, no use in pretending it hadn’t thrown her. Instead she found a smile, an easy feat, and shrugged. “Yeah, Bart.”

“This is just one trip, though.” She shifted, and looked down to the scattered comic books between them. A customer had come in with an older collection of Star Wars comics; Luke was splayed angrily across the cover, hands clutching a red saber. She tapped at the plastic encasing it, “I’ll be back before you know it. Space is, like, old hat for me.”

          The words had come out faster than he could stop them. Then again, isn’t that what always happened? Known for his impulsive feet and his impulsive mouth. He’d really barely been able to grasp the true gravity of the topic they were discussing, his eyes were far too focused on trying to reorganize the mess in front of him that his ears might not’ve been working too properly anyways. But he meant it. Even through the ruffling white noise of old, aged pages, even through the general crowd milling about in the background on drop day, even through the distant growl in his stomach of a lunch break that wasn’t for another ten agonizing minutes, he meant what he said. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but she’d agreed on instinct. On impulse. It made him smile. 

          A heavy breath swiped away some of the books, slipping them into boarded bags in the blink of an eye. “Yeah, I know, but it gets so boring when all my friends leave.” There’s a hint of a shrug, but it’s nothing but another blink. “It doesn’t matter if space is the usual. I know plenty of people who go to space. Pff-” Again, a blink, and he’s under the counter, filing the more collectable editions with the others in the glass-protected display. Bart feels the lump in his throat getting heavier and his next breath that gets him to stand almost makes him choke. The only time he stops to take a breath is after he tries to cough it out, leaning against the counter again with a groan, the heavy mop of hair hiding the face he’s pressing against the counter top. Grounding, doing the routine wasn’t helping so much. Fast fingers drummed next to the favored issue, next to Luke, next to the Space opera issue.

          Fuck space, honestly.

          Bart brought his head up again to lean on one freckle-stained cheek, blinking up through his wide, golden eyes. “... Promise you’ll be quick?”

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demiwonder​:

@fxstestkid

( 📩 → speedy mcgee 🌟 ): hi 🤨 ( 📩 → speedy mcgee 🌟 ): walgreens put out their halloween candy… [ …. ] ( 📩 → speedy mcgee 🌟 ): do you wanna go get some and go look for other halloween goodies? ( 📩 → speedy mcgee 🌟 ): it’s never too early to get ready for pumpkin carving season! ( 📩 → speedy mcgee 🌟 ): we should go to a pumpkin patch this year too. ( 📩 → speedy mcgee 🌟 ): i wanna do lots of stuff this year for spooky season! [ …. ] ( 📩 → speedy mcgee 🌟 ): just us. if you want.

[ ✉ ⟹  sassy cassie ] : cassie you cant tell me that [ ✉ ⟹  sassy cassie ] : i have to redirect my funds from comics to candy [ ✉ ⟹  sassy cassie ] : im getting all the sprockin snickers cant be stopped

[ . . . ]

[ ✉ ⟹  sassy cassie ] : 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 [ ✉ ⟹  sassy cassie ] : you had me at hello [ ✉ ⟹  sassy cassie ] : uh yes?????????????  [ ✉ ⟹  sassy cassie ] : absolutely?????????????? [ ✉ ⟹  sassy cassie ] : we should do all the spooky stuff

[ . . . ] [ . . . . ] [ . . . . . ]

[ ✉ ⟹  sassy cassie ] : yea [ ✉ ⟹  sassy cassie ] : i think that’d be fun

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barryallins​:

[ ✉ ⟹ little speed ] : i would tell you to slow down but running is just too much fun. so i won’t.  [ ✉ ⟹ little speed ] : sorry to hear that, buddy.  [ ✉ ⟹ little speed ] : you let me know if they get worse, okay? there’s been a lot going on lately. in the city, in the speed force. i want to make sure everything’s good. [ ✉ ⟹ little speed ] : you say you can’t remember them but do they feel like anything? do you wake up and… feel different at all? does anything linger? 

[ ✉ ⟹ grampa ] : youve got that right [ ✉ ⟹ grampa ] : not like ive been running since i can remember lololol [ ✉ ⟹ grampa ] : its alright no big really [ ✉ ⟹ grampa ] : oh  [ ✉ ⟹ grampa ] : yeah of course [ ✉ ⟹ grampa ] : um [ ✉ ⟹ grampa ] : its hard to explain [ ✉ ⟹ grampa ] : just like all of my bodys tingly kind of [ ✉ ⟹ grampa ] : not like the usual tingly

[ . . . ]

[ ✉ ⟹ grampa ] : is something bad going on?????? [ ✉ ⟹ grampa ] : i dont know how much more bad this city can take lol

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thehoneyxbadger​:

[ ✉ ⟹ yellow sonic ] : yesssss! I approve!! [ ✉ ⟹ yellow sonic ] : I’ll teach you more! Trust me, if there’s one thing I know, it’s combat training [ ✉ ⟹ yellow sonic ] : I can teach you so much [ ✉ ⟹ yellow sonic ] : I don’t know who Cassie is, but she’s right. AND we’ll make her proud by actually teaching you

[ ✉ ⟹ slice n dice 🦡 ] : :0 [ ✉ ⟹ slice n dice 🦡 ] : yes please [ ✉ ⟹ slice n dice 🦡 ] : this is the greatest idea ever [ ✉ ⟹ slice n dice 🦡 ] : oh my god that would be great [ ✉ ⟹ slice n dice 🦡 ] : i wanna show her some cool shit [ ✉ ⟹ slice n dice 🦡 ] : i wanna be good at cool shit [ ✉ ⟹ slice n dice 🦡 ] : yknow outside of the other cool shit i do [ ✉ ⟹ slice n dice 🦡 ] : which is everything i know but

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anxietylanterncruz​:

(✉️ ➡️ zoom zoom ): does that mean it’s still growing (✉️ ➡️ zoom zoom ): or does that mean you’ve damaged it so much that your brain only operates on the level of a 12 year old? (✉️ ➡️ zoom zoom ): bart i have questions!!!  (✉️ ➡️ zoom zoom ): and concerns  (✉️ ➡️ zoom zoom ): i would like to talk to someone in charge  (✉️ ➡️ zoom zoom ): is barry there? can barry check on your head? 

[ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : uh [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : thats an excellent question [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : well technically ive only been alive for 12ish earth years [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : its not a common problem but  [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : oh maybe he can [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : grampas into all that sciency stuff [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : but i dunno what hell find [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : can you age a brain????? [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : i dont think i read about that at all [ ✉ ⟹  cruzin ] : now i have even more questions

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barryallins​:

He glanced around the shop while Bart gathered his belongings. A little boy tugged his father along, excitedly pointing at a cover that featured the same character that was posing proudly on his shirt, soaring above the clouds. We all look up to someone. In his absence, Barry was pleased to know that Bart had held onto other heroes. That he worked here, surrounded by them. Barry, too, found comfort in red capes when he was small and dispirited. On the front porch in the middle of summer, he would fall into colorful pages. He would smite the wicked. He would pretend he was possessed of just as much light, of strength. His eyes would close at the end of the day and he would smile knowing that there was another adventure waiting for him tomorrow.

Bart brushed against him as he bolted for the door and Barry sprung back to life to follow him out into the sun. As they walked the streets together, his eyes were drawn to his grandson. Over and over again, he would glance at him and swell with pride. He could feel his excitement, his joy, his lightning. “Oh? Did I miss out on a world-ending event? We’ve already done the whole gorilla army thing so killer bees, maybe?”

          The smile never left the younger speedster’s face. Even as the overbearing noise of the city streets, the annoying smell of the sewers that reminded him of one too many missions he was made to scout for, all seemed far more insignificant than they had before. Looking back up with wide, golden eyes, he twirled an absent piece of hair, carefully considering his words like he never had before. “Well, uh... Not so much.” Bart tried to hide his sheepish chuckle, rubbing at a spotted cheek before he turned around and started to walk backwards in front of the other, hands shoved into his pockets and shoulders in a high shrug. 

          “Someone was sprocking with everyone’s emotions, and then someone with a GL ring started making freaky doubles and they were all green and I kindafreakedoutcauseIthoughtoneofthemwasmyevilcloneforasecandthenmorekeptpoppingoutofmeandididntfeelanythingforawhilewhichwasweirdlynicebut-” Stopping his words in their fast tracks, he sucked his lips between his teeth. 

          That might’ve been too much.

            “... But, uh, you know! Other than the team kinda’ drifting apart and... I mean, I dunno’ what’s happening otherwise, everything’s going great!”

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thehoneyxbadger​:

[ ✉ ⟹ yellow sonic ] : YEAH! hardkore 😂😂 [ ✉ ⟹ yellow sonic ] : hmm hard to show over text [ ✉ ⟹ yellow sonic ] : I can show you in person? [ ✉ ⟹ yellow sonic ] : it’s how to kick ass!  😂

[ ✉ ⟹ slice n dice 🦡 ] : thats totally my new thing [ ✉ ⟹ slice n dice 🦡 ] : im gonna be hardkore [ ✉ ⟹ slice n dice 🦡 ] : :000000000000000 [ ✉ ⟹ slice n dice 🦡 ] : sprock yessssss [ ✉ ⟹ slice n dice 🦡 ] : i mean i know a little bit [ ✉ ⟹ slice n dice 🦡 ] : but cassie tells me mortal kombat doesnt count as proper combat training so [ ✉ ⟹ slice n dice 🦡 ] : absolutely