#CYCLING WEARS

[just-your-average-supervillain]

DP x DC: The Rivalry

It's a little-known fact among the Watchtower residents that there is a fierce rivalry going on amongst its members. On one side, the Flash, a core member of the Justice League. On the other, Daniel "Danny" Fenton, Head of Engineering for the Watchtower.

Nobody knows when the rivalry started. Some rumors say that it began when, after hearing the Flash rant about how stupid it is to believe in ghosts, Danny took the effort to reroute all of his outgoing calls to the advice line of the JLD. Others say that after Danny doubled the max speed of one of the jets, Flash took it upon himself to have a joyride in it and then submit a complaint about it being too slow... twelve separate times, each one no more than 24 hours after Danny had finished the last speed improvements.

Ever since, the two have been taking potshots at each other with pranks large and small. Danny arranged a standard maintenance check to change room authorizations... resulting in the Flash being unable to access the kitchens for a week. In return, the Flash spent an entire week replacing every single cup of coffee Danny had with the cheapest, most watered-down decaf he could find - and he swapped out the mugs for Flash-branded ones as well. Danny's modification of the Flash's suit to change colors to randomized sets of the most eye-searingly-bright, clashing colors possible for exactly one second after being exposed to the Speed Force were met with "Kick Me!" signs taped to Danny's back.

But... surely this has gone too far, right? Flash... really can't think of what he can do to top this.

He stares as every single Watchtower engineer zips between tasks using the Speed Force as if it's nothing. It's not a permanent change, thank god, he can see the packs on them that apparently give them the Speed Force, but it's still ridiculous.

You know what, no. He's just... not gonna engage with that. He turns around and leaves the engineering department.

It becomes a lot harder to avoid engagement when, over the course of the day, he has to witness each and every member of the Justice League speed around with a Speed Force pack of their own. Shouldn't Batman and Wonder Woman be above this sort of thing? Why does Superman need to be faster?!

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

man wears a coca cola shirt ONCE and look what happens

[deklo]

and then we never speak of it again 😔🤚

[st4rfckerz]

no man would ever be able to pull me off of him

[greendraws]

weird little girl blue sargent 💙

[raapija]

Yet another genre of Fernando pics

[stuckinapril]

A big part of turning 21 and going through that whole thing really was realizing that the idealistic friendship dynamics I’ve always daydreamed over in my head don’t exist & that in reality most friendships you’ll cultivate in your life will be a series of compromises. And maybe like 1 to 3 ride or die friends at BEST that shit is so rare and it gets rarer the older I am

[5231045]

fem nrhd, asg

old fem asg designs

[seaquestions]

lately i’ve been feeling like this a lot,

i don’t want to make the art people followed me for. i want to turn hockey players into furries.

[private85]

[isurrendertoclones]

I saw a shirt with this on it today and it is the most Hunter thing

Like if I had to summarize Hunter in one image…

@superiorsniper @tbbs-best-hair

[vonlipvig]

i'm kinda having my 50s moment rn and i want to get a pearl necklace so bad, but then i remembered i don't really wear any feminine blouses/dresses, but like, would it be kinda cunt if i wore it with a shirt? thinking thinking...

[inkbirdie]

Shourtney is 100% actually married confirmed by Smosh's favorite news site

[hollow-keys]

If Three met Ten he would take one look at this weasel looking suit and converse wearing mf disrespecting Martha and pathetically crying over the Master and have him dead in a ditch by the end of the day.

[coolpointsetta]

roy: all my old kits keep going missing

jamie, wearing a kit that has a ‘u’ in sharpie over the ‘e’: weird

[juliasgoodusername]

She wrestled down her window so that the air screamed over her. It was too cold for that, really, but Gansey reached in the backseat without taking his eyes off the road and dragged his overcoat to the front. She put it on, shivering when the silk lining chilled her bare legs. The collar smelled of him.

They didn't speak.