#Latest Walkins

[primordyalsoul]

Wtf i wrote a thing. I didn't know i could do that.

[newgameplus]

Tagged by @sagurus!!!! bless jade <3

Last song: Waltz Right In by matt maeson and ofc ofc OFC hozier's new ep. been listening to a Ton of the mountain goats lately especially some of the older shit like hot garden stomp but the last one i listened to was moon colony bloodbath

Last show: lmao i got out my computer to watch anime and saw this notif n got distracted, so it's gna be last night's taskmaster episode we watched w dinner- somehow we ended up watching JUST the last 2 episodes of s14 for no reason? but its fine still deeply funny show even 2 rewatch

Currently watching: w victor: darker than black and the 2nd season of the legend of vox machina! i still have to foist badlands rumble (trigun movie) upon him .... soon... eyes dot emoji. but on my own im watching game changer, katanagatari, and various random shows that ive seen go by- i just finished deaimon, and was just gonna start bocchi the rock <-guy who genuinely appreciates a good slice of life.

Currently reading: shifty eyes. yes. r- reading..i do that. jk. mairimashita! iruma-kun, san-gatsu no lion, things like that. just light stuff. fending off the naruto or bleach reread w a stick

Current obsession: my dnd guys AUGH. AUGH... ruckus tiefling rougeslinger of my dreams. when im done his character design sheet maybe ill post it. im super proud of it.

not tagging anyone 2day but if you'd like to do it as always feel free to say i tagged u <3

[uniquejobs]

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Mønster High Diet 𖹭

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

"Walkin' down a darkened hallway

Everybody turns to look at you...

... A sinister style, mystery with a smile

You're drop-dead gorgeous (Drop-dead gorgeous)

High school gives me the creeps

But when I'm with my peeps

You can't ignore us

This is where the ghoul kids rule!"

Guidelines: ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.

You are a monster. Your skin hangs sickening from the bone; eyes sunken and hollow; ribs, collarbone, wrists, all protruding and gauntly. So in other words you look fangtastic! Truly a body to die for, so get to it!

No monster in Mønster High would be caught dead in an unstylish look. It would be total hysteria! Adorn that outfit that makes you feel freaky fabulous, and don't forget the scaressories!

What's a ghoul without their ghoulfriends? These can be your monsternet friends too! Always do everything together/talk to them about everything. Such a freaktastic clique!

Inspo: ☾⋆⁺₊🎃´₊⁺~

Diet: (¬ ´ཀ` )¬

Morning: You open your eyes to another dreary, stormy day- could anything be more creeperific?! You make your coffin/floating/water tank (whatever fits the type of monster you are) bed, before getting dressed in your most gore-geous outfit. Maybe you grab a quick breakfast on your way to Mønster High- need the energy for clawculus! (100 cał limit).

Afternoon: The bell screams, and every monster is racing to the creepateria! You get in line and look at the menu- mummy dogs, batloaf, screechzza, rats blood and eye of newt soup- what to choose? Join your ghouls at your table to eat and talk over the latest ghostly gossip on Spectra's blog. (200 cał limit).

Evening: It was a fangtastic day at Mønster High, and you and your beasties aren't letting such a defright go so easily. Maybe you have an after school club- fearleading or arts and bats - or maybe you and your boos head to the maul for the latest sale. Walk to your local vampitheater to see a popular showing (I've heard that Mean Ghouls is good)! After a long day, you want to wind down at home. Mom is making ghoulash for dinner (gross), so you skip it. You need a cat nap anyways. (0 cał limit).

Midnight: Being a monster isn't all creeperific. Your strange impulses keep waking you up at random hours of the night! Choose a specific time (like 12:03 am or 3:00 am) where you can be ravenous. Act on your frightening hunger. (200 cał limit).

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Inspired by @honeysugarfree

[madameaug]

What is it, the Braids?!

Pairing: Jungkook x Jennette

Synopsis: Jennette starts feeling herself with her new summer hair do.

Get it sexy.

Get it sexy.

Get it sexy.

Boy you know this ass super fat.

"I ain't lying, though." Jennette bounced excitedly in the driver's seat. Six long hours in the hair salon were finally over. It was summertime and it was perfect for her to get her favorite summer hairstyle. Boxbraids. Her trusty stylist was getting ready to have her baby, and Jennette knew she would be more than a little occupied.

Sexyy Red's smash hit was just the icing to the latest hairstyle. It was the perfect hype-song. Sun was out, Jennette had her rooftop done, speakers vibrating the car. She caught glances at herself in the rear view mirror.

Bustdown middle part and I got it black (I'm a big fine ho)

Walkin' through the club lookin' like a snack (but you knew that though)

The song was taking her back to her undergrad years. Jennette wouldn't label herself as 'ho' or anything. But she definitely participated in hoodrat activities more than once, wearing low-waisted jeans and getting her belly button pierced after one night of too many shots. Getting pulled into the center of twerk circle, throwing it back flawlessly on her friends. Never tying herself down so she could flirt shamelessly with the different guys on and off campus.

Maybe it was a good thing, this song didn't come out a decade ago. Pulling up at a stop light, Jennette adjusted her braids, looking over at the car beside her. Two young men, probably college students themselves. The one is the passenger initiated a friendly wave.

Jennette returned the favor. Her body still grooving to the music. Looking at her playlist for another hype song to add to the queue. The same passenger made a 'call me' motion, doing his best to silently flirt.

Jennette shook her head no, pressing her foot on the gas. Driving to her familiar neighborhood. Driving slowly to her house, she saw Peanut chasing her dad in in the freshly cut grass. Quickly her little legs stopped chasing as she watched the familiar sedan park.

Jennette, still feeling the music, locked the car door before stooping low and opening her arms. Regaining her speed, Peanut collided her body into her mother's arms. Littering her face in kisses, Jennette bounced the toddler.

Joining his family Jungkook kissed Jennette on her forehead, avoiding the freshly laid baby hairs.

"You look good."

"I know." Jennette posed, twisting her hips to look behind her. Doing a gentle shake of her hips. The tips of her braids swaying past the crack of her behind.

"This might be one of my favorite looks." Jennette put down Peanut. She's been so used to having her hair in its signature twist-out that she almost forgot how much she loved braids. All she had to do was slip on her satin scarf and bonnet and sleep peacefully. A temporary break from her frequently twisting sessions.

"It definitely brings out a new side of you."

"You like it?" Jennette flirted her acrylic nail in the corner of her mouth.

"Abso-fucking-tly" Scooping her up in his arms, Jennette instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Carrying her, Jungkook walked back over to where Peanut was playing.

[archangeldyke-all]

I feel like if Vika had a baby she wouldn’t baby talk and have full on conversations with them. Like she’ll tell the baby how whiskey prices went up and how “fucking stupid” it is, or she’ll talk about some new kid at her job and how “the fucker” can’t do anything right LMAO

sugar u r the smartest person i know

men and minors dni

you and everyone who meets the baby talk to her like anybody talks to a baby, cooing and exaggerating and using an exaggerated baby voice.

your typical conversations with your kid for the first year of her life go something like 'awe, do you have a poopy? sweet baby made a big poopy.' or 'can you say: mama? mmmma mmmma?'

sevika, however, talks to your kid like she's an old friend.

you'll catch her feeding your daughter baby food, scooping up the goop that falls down onto her chin as she chats. "fuckin' silco was gettin' on my last nerve today. would you be pissed if we revoked his 'godfather' status? i know he spoils you, but i think we could find a suitable replacement, someone who doesn't have their head stuck up their ass. he thinks he runs the fuckin' place, he forgets we're co-owners. co. that means both. you're so lucky you don't have to work, you know that? you've got it made, kid, shit, you don't even have to feed yourself."

or, after you've had a long day at home with the little fucker, who's been screaming her head off and refusing to latch onto your tits to drink, you overhear sevika talking to her as she gently dances her around the living room. "you gotta give your mom a break, kid. i know you're probably sicka breast milk, but it's important you drink it, it's got all kindsa good shit in it that'll make you strong. like this, see?" she asks as she flexes the arm not holding your daughter. "keep drinkin' your milk and you'll be as strong as me in no time. well, you'll have to have a pretty strict workout regiment too, it's not all genetic. though, don't tell your mom, but i'm glad you've got my build-- she's a little wimp. you're strong like me. she hates it 'cause you came out so big 'n tore her pussy apart comin' out but i think it's great. you'll be a great athlete once you figure out the whole walkin' thing..."

or at bathtime, while she's got your baby in the sink, gently shampooing the two or three hairs on her head, you're guaranteed to find her catching your daughter up on the latest drama on the soap opera she swears she doesn't watch. "i know, it's fuckin' crazy! but, then, get this, molly, the homewrecker from season three? she shows up pregnant, swearing it's travis' kid! mind you, this is all at a funeral-- at shepard's funeral!" your daughter coos. "oh, shepard's the one who came out gay in season four but then decided to marry miriam in season five, because she needed her greencard." your daughter coos again, and sevika takes this as understanding. "right, you remember. anyways this pregnant bitch molly comes marching in while we're all crying because shep's dead, and she's like 'everybody look at me and my big fat belly!' turns out? she's stuffing her stomach with blankets..."

the funniest thing is that your daughter seems to understand it all, blinking up at sevika with big, interested eyes, absorbing her every word, cooing when she's silent, like she's responding to sevika's commentary.

after a while, it starts to rub off on you, and pretty soon, both you and sevika are talking to your little girl like she's an adult.

it's all fun and games until she starts talking, and her first words are 'fuck' and 'mama' and 'dickhead' and 'milk'

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki

[rainbow-nerdss]

Fic Writing review 2023!

I was tagged by: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @aidaronan @exhuastedpigeon @jamespearce9-1-1 @theotherbuckley @aspecbuddie @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990 (And possibly others, i may have missed one or two, sorry if i did!)

I can't believe 2023 is over, honestly. This year has had some ups and downs for sure but overall I'm so proud of what I've achieved. I started the year mainly writing Stranger Things fics, and while I still love that fandom and all of the wonderful people I met there, my inspiration for writing it was beginning to fade.

And along came 9-1-1. I am so happy with where I've ended up, and for all the new friends I've made since I found this show back in April!

Here's an overview of my year in fic:

Words posted to ao3: 235,060

Words written: 250,465

Works posted: 38

Fandoms posted for: 3 (Stranger Things, 9-1-1, MCU/Captain America)

Specifics and tags are under the cut!

Longest fic:

Crawling on Back to You 109k words, 30 chapters Stranger Things, Steve/Eddie, Rated E

Shortest fic:

Keep on Walkin' and don't look back 521 words Stranger Things, Steve/Eddie, Rated T

Top 5 by kudos:

1. Right in front of your eyes

9-1-1, Buddie, 15k

He and Chris, and Buck. They work, they’re a unit. Why should it matter that he’s single? Buck is watching him, like he’s reading every thought on his face. “You’re already planning to lie about the date. Why don’t you just tell her you met someone yourself?” Eddie shrugs and tilts his head to the side, squinting in thought. “She won’t set me up on dates if she thinks I’ve got someone,” he muses. “But she’ll want to meet whoever it is.” “So... Introduce them?” Or: Buck offers to fake-date Eddie so Pepa will stop setting him up on dates.

2. Pinky Promise

9-1-1, Buddie, 1k

Christopher Diaz doesn't mind that his dad's dating someone new. He's not dumb, he knows there's someone. The way his dad has been smiling lately, the way Chris catches him staring at his coffee, daydreaming like he isn't a grown man. The sleepovers Chris is suddenly allowed to go to on almost a weekly basis. Chris is happy for him, really he is. He’s just not planning to let himself get attached to whoever it turns out to be, just in case. He doesn't need a step-parent, because he has Dad, and he has Buck, and that’s enough. Whoever his dad dates, well. They'll probably leave, eventually. Chris doesn’t need to worry about them. Or: Eddie and Buck come to Chris with some news, and he doesn't take it very well at all.

3. Peek-A-Boo

Stranger Things, Steddie, 1k

Eddie tried not to stare. He really tried. He didn't notice at first, too preoccupied with the tub of pringles he'd been making his way through while talking about Corroded Coffin's last gig. Sure, he'd noticed the shorts. The ridiculous amount of leg Steve was showing, the way they hugged his ass, but it wasn't until Steve moved, lifted one foot to rest on the cushion, knees spread, that Eddie noticed another feature of the shorts. Or: Steve puts on a bit of an accidental show.

4. Definition

9-1-1, Buddie, 2k

It keeps happening, time and time again. People get it wrong. Whatever people say, it feels wrong and they don't know how to set the record straight, until Chris takes it into his own hands. or: 5 times people get Buck's role in Chris's life wrong, and 1 time they set the record straight

5. take my hand (knot your fingers through mine)

9-1-1, Buddie, 4k, written with @pock-o-pea

At least Buck’s okay. He’s outside, safe, doing his job. Buck’s okay, which means no matter what happens inside this van, If the crushing weight of the fridge takes him before Buck can get to him, if the van pancakes or flips or any number of likely disasters occur, if Eddie dies in here, alone, and in pain, then… He thinks of Mallory, of Jo. How they’d called out for each other. His eyes shut briefly as Mallory’s words echo in his head. “She’s not my daughter. Jo’s mother was my best friend… she saved me so many times.” Or: what 6x18 could've been

2023 Events I've participated in: AUgust, Fandom Trumps Hate

Current works in progress:

The bodyguard fic (somebody to someone) -One chapter posted, 3 more written and (almost) ready to post!

Steve time travelling in the upside down (of moments and unmoments (of time lost)) -One posted, two more in the drafts 😁

The break-up fic (you were my town) - Two posted, the third almost ready to post

Season 7 fic: 10 chapters, currently being edited to post

and then a bunch of isolated oneshots I've yet to figure out an ending for: 5+1 times Eddie sees buck with kids that aren't his, friends with benefits, secret relationship, Teacher!Buck, Buckley siblings kiss of death, Buck in the stairs (just started this one last night!)

Goals for 2024:

I want to finish posting all of the WIPs which are already on ao3, post my s7 fic before March 14, keep working on all the WIPs I have in my docs and of course write more and keep sharing!

Most of all I want to keep participating in this wonderful fandom I've found on here, I have had *such* a good time over the past year in fandom 🥰🥰

No pressure tags (sorry if you've already done this and I missed it!)

@hellwrites @the-emdash @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @jeeyuns @callmenewbie @911-on-abc @bittersweet-in-boston @kwills91 @trenchcoatsandtimetravel @spotsandsocks @devirnis @housewifebuck @lover-of-mine @gayhoediaz @mojowitchcraft @wikiangela @steadfastsaturnsrings @sunflowerdiaiz @cardamomsage @velvetjinx

Also tagging anyone else who might want to look back at the year and I've accidentally missed!

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

[dabisbratz]

Feel like nerd!Eren takes pics of your ass anytime he can get away with it… it’s either that or touching it

definitely!! walkin with his hand in your back pocket, slappin your ass when you walk by t’make fun of your friends (yknow that locker room tradition?), n if he’s not takin the pictures he’s askin for them!! n nerd!eren’s got a real bad sleep schedule, up all night (probably jerkin off or playin video games… or both at the same time) n hyper so of course he’s gonna text you durin the latest hours ever. n he’s jus got a chain of his own texts sendin you screenshots from hentai or porn (n even regular video games or textbook excerpts !!) connected to constant beggin for ass pics. but he’s much better at takin them than you (best friend who majors in cinematography n theater pats off!), so it ends up turnin into him comin over reeeaaaal late at night to take them -_- horndog

[thisguydrawsandstuff]

Stay Quiet (TMNT 2012)

Author's note: I'm in a TMNT brainrot right now. IT'S DESPICABLE. Here's a small fic I wrote yippee!

TW: none. This is a tk fic!!

Ugh...

Out of all the days, why did Donatello have to be on patrol duty tonight? He and April had made plans to hang out and watch the latest saga of cheesy over-the-top horror films. (Donnie had insisted that they'd be more comedy than anything.) The turtle had practically begged Splinter to let him stay in the comfort of their base - he promised he'd go straight out to patrol with Leo tomorrow - but to no use. To make matters worse, he'd gotten stuck with Raph, his extra stubborn (slightly) older brother.

Donnie loved his brother, of course, but his temper could be a little much - especially when he didn't get his way.

The younger sighed and idled on the rooftop of what seemed to be an old department store, waiting for Raph to catch up. Raphael made no real attempt at hurrying, despite the annoyed expression his brother shot at him.

"Raph, just- come on. I don't want to be here either!"

"What? I'm just walkin', Donnie. You got problem with that?" The red-masked turtle responded, sarcastically. He wasn't even making a real effort to walk towards Donnie - just casually strolling, 'seeing the sites.'

Donatello groaned, his usual overly-analytical demeanor fading by the second. Usually, he'd outsmart Raph's bad attitude with some smart comeback, some snide remark - but he was almost too tired to care this time.

"No, Raphael, I have a problem with you not taking our time into account. It's late, you nitwit," Donnie waved his arms in exasperation, about to absolutely lose it, "Come ON!"

Raphael just snickered - still walking at his same slow pace. "Fine," Donatello sat down daintily on the rooftop and waited, pretending not to care. "I'll be here when you want to make an effort."

Minutes passed, and the purple-masked turtle grew tired. His gaze turned soft as he stared down at the city lights, his eyes slowly closing...

...

"RAAAAH," Donnie was jolted awake by swift footsteps hurling towards him, when all of the sudden -

BAM

Donnie screeched, dazed. His brother was now on top of him, straddling his legs. "HEY! What th-" the younger was swiftly cut off - "Shhh!" Raph exclaimed, putting a finger to his lips-- signaling Donnie to be quiet.

Raphael whispered, "The krang,"

"The kran-MFFP-" Raph firmly placed a hand on Donnie's mouth - looking around, acting uncharacteristically nervous.

"Donnie, the krang! You have to be quiet - you wouldn't want them to hear you, right man?" There was a hint of mischief in his voice as he said this, and Donatello knew something was up. He eyed Raph suspiciously as he ripped his brother's hand off his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word out, he was met with a swift jab to his side.

"What are you- hEY!"

"Tsk, Tsk, hasn't sensei taught you anything?" With a shit-eating grin on his face and zero hesitation, Raph instantly dug his fingers into the soft shell of his brother's sides.

"Wahaha!! Rahahaph-- Rahaphaehehel!!-"

"Hey, it's your funeral! Not my fault you're taking this lightly."

Donatello swiftly grabbed onto both of his brother's wrists, struggling to keep them from resuming their attack.

"Hehe - Raph, this is so not funny!"

"Really? Huh, you seemed to be laughing pretty hard, smiles."

With one swift movement, Raph freed his hands and quickly scooted up; successfully trapping his brother's hands under his knees.

"Raph! Wait, wai-"

"Shall we resume, buddy?"

Before Donnie had a chance to respond, he's met with eight fingers rapidly scribbling across his front shell.

"nahaHAHA! RAHAHA- YOHOHOUHAHA-"

"Oh, I think they can hear you! Shhh! Dude, you gotta be quiet!"

"THEHEHEN- *snrk* DOHOHON'T- NAHAHA-"

"Man, you find this really funny, don't you?"

Donatello couldn't tell if his face was red because of how much he was laughing or because of those dumb teases his brother kept throwing out.

Raphael gasps mockingly, "Oh shoot! Donnie, they're here!" He momentarily pauses his attack on his younger brother's sides.

"Whahat? Rahaph, get ohoff!"

"Shh shh shh shh..."

Raph looked around, completely silent.

As much as he attempted to, Donnie couldn't help the anticipatory giggles that began rising.

Raph slowly turned to Donnie, bending down and cusping his hand around his own mouth as if he were telling a secret, "Oh no, Donnie! I think they... FOUND YOU!"

The eldest instantaneously slipped his hands into the younger's underarms. Donnie wished he could forget the unearthly sound he made - he knew Raph would never let it down.

"WAHAHA! NOHOHO! PLEEHEHAHA--"

"It's out of my hands, dude! You weren't quiet enough," Raph can't help but chuckle along with his brother. He'd rather die than admit it, but childish activities like this were kind of ... nice.

"RAHAHAPH- YOHOHOU AHHAARE- SOHOHO DUHUHUHUMB!"

Raph, seeing that his younger brother seemed to be getting tired, sighed sarcastically and finally let up, holding his hands up in retreat, "Fine, fine, ya big baby."

Raphael got off his brother and practically resumed their nightly activities like nothing had happened. Donnie glared at him, still a pile of giggles on the floor, "You're soho dehehead, Raph..."

"I'd like to see you try, smiles," Raph shrugged and, without another word, sprinted to the rooftop across from Donnie.

"Wha- get back here!"

Maybe spending time with his brother like this wasn't so bad after all.

[weepingfoxfury]

'Who's that I see walkin' in these woods? Why, it's little red riding hood' sings Sam the Sham and The Pharaohs ... the man on the radio talks to his Friday chef guest about lamb chop recipes ... the traffic lady tells everyone about the latest collisions and gridlock, then muses with the man on the radio that even though there's no letter 'v' in the Irish language you can use the word 'van' ... Mr Morrison will be pleased.

Two days in the shiny metropolis, two more books ... the shelves are grumbling once more. 'The Picador Book of 40 - 40 writers inspired by a number' and 'The Reader on the 6.27' by Jean-Paul Didierlaurent.

I still have my childhood books. They're spread far and wide between all the other literary delights that jostle for attention. Tales of Little Red Riding Hood and Hansel and Gretel. My mother would read such things to me before leaving me to sleep.

Not that I slept. Not straight away. Me and my imagination couldn't just leave the characters mid sentence. Couldn't just let them dangle with nothing to do. Story would merge with story, characters would join forces, the 'bad guys' would either be vanquished collectively or fight alongside the 'good guys' against a newly thought up threat. Their world opened up beneath my duvet, my cosy torch lit tent. Until ........ the fast racing fairytale train that held my thoughts would come to a resounding halt as my mother's voice would call from the doorway telling me to 'turn the torch off' and 'go to sleep!'

Even in the dark all those wonderful characters would still be calling. Echoes in the woods, witches circling, wolves helping to carry baskets. Never enough breadcrumbs, never enough time, never able to keep my eyelids from closing in the end.

The man on the radio puts on the next track ... 'Stars in your eyes, little one ... Where do you go to dream ... To a place we all know ... the land of make believe' ...

[greenlantern94to04]

Green Lantern-Related Titles Round-Up (July 1994)

This month: Guy learns about "warrior water"! Ollie learns about Hal! John learns absolutely nothing!

Guy Gardner: Warrior #22

After the ass-whooping he got from Hal Jordan last issue, Guy somehow finds himself in a weird land where he and a woman named Heather are being chased by an even weirder bodybuilding monster. We'll later learn that the monster's name is "Dementor," and I'm surprised he hasn't been brought back for one of those Metal crossovers, because look at him. He's pretty metal.

Just after Heather (who Guy seems to know, but we don't know how yet) is swallowed by Dementor, Guy wakes up in the hospital. Turns out Hal's beating left him in a coma for three weeks. A nice doctor gives Guy the latest Daily Planet to catch him up on what's been going on since then, which includes "the world ending" (see the Justice League section below). Guy, however, seems more interested in a story about about "famed scientist-adventurer and Texas oil billionaire Buck Wargo" looking for some sort of "warrior water" in a South American jungle. This is interesting and all, but I'm not sure why it qualifies as front page news when the world is ending.

(Does Ron Troupe hold that much sway at the Planet?)

Since Hal destroyed his yellow ring and he's feeling rather useless, Guy decides to go searching for that water too, on the off chance it'll give him powers. Guy travels to South America and finds Cargo and his crew in the middle of a bar brawl, which seems to be their permanent state. Besides Buck himself, the crew includes two PhDs, a guy who's "a walkin' John Woo movie," and a guy who turns into a tiger (Desmond "Tiger-Man" Farr, who I just learned had previously appeared in a 1965 issue of Tales of the Unexpected).

Buck, a fan of Guy from his Green Lantern and college football days, lets him join the expedition -- but before they can leave the bar, they're attacked by a Nazi riding a T. Rex and some swastika-sporting velociraptors. Once the Nazi dinos are neutralized, the gang attempts to interrogate the Nazi human, but he reveals he's wearing a dynamite vest and blows up the whole bar. CONTINUED!

Darkstars #22

As seen last issue, a Controller came to visit the suddenly powerless John Stewart at the Mosaic planet and promised to tell him what happened to his Green Lantern powers if John came with him. As they fly across the universe, the Controller is like "psyche, I ain't saying shit about Green Lantern stuff, here's some Darkstars drama instead." The Controller tells John that one of the Darkstars' superiors, Huvah Jeddigar, owns a baby universe and is trying to use it to replace all of reality with one more "to his liking" (lots of that going around in the DC Universe lately).

Meanwhile, in order to cover up his schemes, Jeddigar frames Earth's Darkstar, Ferrin Colos, for crimes he didn't commit, but he already has a replacement ready: ex-Teen Titan Donna Troy, who has agreed to have lasers surgically attached to her hands and join the Darkstars because she's just that desperate to have powers again (lots of that going around too).

Green Arrow #88

This is the issue where Oliver Queen learns what his good buddy Hal has been up to lately. Ollie is passing through New York and decides to "look up some of his old friends from the Justice League," only to be ignored by Martian Manhunter and Wonder Woman as they fight supervillains, have his car stolen, and get knocked out by common muggers in an alley. Ollie wakes up in the hospital and hears a ruckus: it's Guy, who just came out of his coma and wants to check out early.

Guy informs Ollie about Hal's murderous heel turn and correctly points out that "bow 'n' arrows just don't hack it" when it comes to stopping an insane person with the power of 3600 Green Lanterns. The interesting part is that Ollie recalls meeting Hal right after Coast City's destruction in Green Lantern #47, an issue that clearly wasn't written with the Parallax plot twist in mind, but his description of it here almost makes it seem like it was.

Anyway, the point of the issue seems to be that Ollie is kinda useless because he has no powers. I haven't read the following issues, but I'm gonna assume they involve him drinking warrior water and/or getting lasers surgically attached to his hands.

Justice League Task Force #14

No GL-related characters in this issue, but it does include an important event in the life of Guy Gardner: the death of his beloved Tora "Ice" Olafsdotter. An alien called the Overmaster, who goes around the universe judging planets and destroying them if he deems them unworthy, is about to do that to the Earth. The Overmaster has taken control of Tora and forced her to betray her friends, but after a pep talk from Martian Manhunter, she becomes herself again. She leads the charge against the Overmaster... only for him to kill her with a single blast. (Well, two blasts, since he's using both hands.)

The League would defeat the Overmaster the next week in Justice League International #66, and his effects on the world would be undone, except for Tora's death. The saddest part isn't in either of these issues but in the GG:W one I covered up there: Guy mentions several times that he needs new powers to go help Ice as fast as possible, but she was most likely already dead by then. He'll have to go to porno theaters all by his lonesome for now on...

[jojojoy1]

Kent X reader rainy day in the dorms but lots of fluff?

Kent Fisher x reader

Thank you SOOOO much for the request :)

You and Kent had planned a picnic date down by the lake. You were getting ready in your dorm, curtains closed and music blasting. You hadn't noticed the rain.

Kent was by the lake setting up the perfect date. That was until he noticed the food was getting wet. When the rain got heavier he decided it was best to move this date inside.

He walked up to your dorm with everything he had for the date. He had to knock three times 'cause your music was so loud you couldn't hear him.

"One second!" You shouted. You paused your music and closed your mascara. "Baby, I'm not ready yet!" You partly squealed when you opened the door.

"It's raining, can you not hear it?" You pecked him on the lips as he walked into your dorm.

"No, I was playing music." You say as you scramble to tidy quickly as Kent set up the picnic again.

You sat down with Kent to eat the lovely food he made, he was an amazing cook. Whenever you had these casual dates you always updated Kent on the gossip Enid told you, so today was no different.

"So Ashley and Kyle broke up again."

"REALLY!" Kent tries to say through a bite of salmon and egg sandwich.

"REALLY! Apparently Kyle kissed Chelsea, so now Ashley is ignoring her."

Kent always loved how enthusiastic you were when talking about the latest nevermore gossip.

When you finished all the food, Kent suggested putting some music on. So now you had your own little karaoke session going on, singing the cheesiest love songs.

You were blasting 'Teenage Dirtbag'. Singing and dancing, having the time of your lives.

She's walkin' over to me This must be fake My lip starts to shake

Kent wraps his arms around your waist as you go silent, letting him sing the rest of the song to you.

"How does she know who I am? And why does she give a damn about me?" He sings along quietly, staring into your eyes lovingly. "I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby Come with me Friday, don't say maybe I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you" You don't think you can love anyone more than how much you love Kent in this moment. His beautiful voice singing to you.

Oh, yeah, dirtbag

Kent kissed you with so much passion, you felt winded by the intensity of the kiss. His lips were so soft on your own.

No, she doesn't know what she's missin' Oh, yeah, dirtbag No, she doesn't know what she's missin'..

When the song ended you just laid down on your bed, you were exhausted after all the singing and dancing. Kent's arms enveloped you as you laid your head on his chest. "I love you." He whispered into your ear. When you didn't respond he brushed all your hair out of you face only to be met with your sleeping face. He smiled to himself before also falling asleep. It was the best date you had ever had, even if the rain did ruin your initial plans.

A/N: Thank you for the request. I really hope you like it. It's my first time writing Kent so I really hope it lives up to your expectations. <3

[sherlockig]

RULES: put 5/10 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people. I have been tagged by @izzystinyhands and @glam-hutchence

So here we go - 10 songs from my latest playlist. You all can tell that i have no music taste because its all over the place. the most important thing is that its good. music genres can not contain this bitch 💕💕

Heart of gold - Johnny Cash

2. A drug from god - Chris Lake, Grimes and NPC

3. Truganini - Midnight Oil

4. What do you want from me? - Monaco

5. This boots are made for walkin' - Nancy Sinatra

6. We dont need another hero - Ghost

7. Vois Sur Ton Chemin - BENNET

8. Bavaria - OSTARA

9. The different story - Peter Schilling

10. The days of Pearly Spencer - Marc Almond

I tag: @gentlebeard @blakbonnet @darkinerry @youshouldseemeinadeerstalker @hummingbee-o0o @dickfuckk @bizarrelittlemew @nandorisms @eye-scream-girls @lacefuneral and everyone who want to do it ofc <3

[i-love-def-leppard]

From the latest slog:

Joe: “I’ve torn somethin in my Achilles tendon walkin out on stage and have tendon problems in my other foot too!”

Joe: “Looks like I’ll be in a wheelchair tomorrow😆”

Me: instantly buys a plane ticket to go comfort him

[satureja13]

We all know that... (at least every MMORPG player ;)

Jack: “I got pretty good boots with matching stats for Ji Ho from the last run. I can’t wear boots anyway.” Ji Ho: “Thank you Jack!”

Kiyoshi: “Let’s take a look!”

Soundtrack on youtube: These Boots Are Made For Walking - Nancy Sinatra 

You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin' And you keep thinkin' that you'll never get burnt (ha) I just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah And what he knows you ain't had time to learn These boots are made for walkin' And that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

(seems Jack is still not over about Kiyoshi and Jeb being caught ‘dating’ ö.ö)

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[wurmwizzard]

i feel like the impression sellers get (except for at specifically kitchy events) is that alt looking people will not actually have money so they avoid us in hopes of catching a rich lady

NO I COMPLETELY AGREE it is like that. I didn't talk about this in the post, but I'll talk about it now. while I was there walkin around a vendor pulled me aside to talk to me about her work. She was a multimedia artist who used melted crayon, wax, feathers, marbles you name it! I was genuinely listening to her explain her process bc I LOVE multimedia art, but then she brought up her prices. I gently told her I wasn't interested in buying anything, and the second I told her that the act dropped. I went to talk about how I use multimedia in my own work because, like I said, I was really into it!! But she completely turned away from me, cutting me off and started speaking to someone else trying to get them to buy something.

I know at the end of the day they're there to sell their stuff, but holy fuck. You can't just have a conversation with another interested artist about your work. It wasn't about the art, it was about the money. That whole moment burned me up, and I left shortly after.

Everytime I go to an art fair and I'm met with a sea of 3d printed garbage, google image pictures of the latest internet fad on cheap 10$ water bottles, and jewelry with charms from hobby lobby, I die a little bit inside. What's the point .... what's even the point.