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fartguy2000 · 4 months
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tbcanary · 6 months
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Dinah loops the necklace around her neck and, with the help of the mirror by the door, swaps out her diamond studs for two twin birds. A fringed jacket is pulled from the closet, draped over her bodysuit to keep off the autumn chill. Boots are tied, hair pulled back.
She’s halfway out the door when the static crackles in her ears.
“Hey there, Black Canary,” come the cool, automated tones of the Oracle. “Took you long enough.”
(the birds meet. and then they fall in love, or something.)
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babscomfort · 1 year
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Birds of Prey (1999) #6
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fantastickkay · 4 months
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From Bop, September 1999.
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fishareglorious · 19 days
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bluepoch's getting into writing russian post-punk music. good on them!
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90s-2000s-barbie · 1 year
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Original Bop It (1996 - 2006)
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misspickman · 4 months
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for a while i actually assumed knockouts first appearance wasnt in superboy 94 and that she was just u know another female character in comics that dc decided to assassinate for the sake of.. not even a good storyline about grooming. but no everything she does in sb94 is her initial characterization and were supposed to pretend that didnt happen/wasnt that fucked up so she could apparently be bisexual in secret six
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roseworth · 1 year
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reading a comic and getting to an issue that was written by a writer you dont actively hate
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orphanbasement · 6 months
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Thinking about how last year I went insane trying to figure out if Kiritsugu could've feasibly watched even a singular episode of SpongeBob before he died for a reason I don't remember at all
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zahri-melitor · 1 year
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Just pulled the trigger on a couple of trade buys given FCBD sales.
Did I just buy the Batgirl 50 Years hardcover primarily due to it containing Batman Chronicles #5? Nooooooo but also yes (I mean, BoP #8 and Batgirl #45 were also selling points I don’t own elsewhere either).
Also I now have a Knightfall trade that contains both KnightsEnd and Prodigal, aka the two best bits of the whole story. I couldn’t justify putting down money on the other trades for essentially getting myself the Lonnie issues and Rosemary’s Baby.
Also Gotham Knights Transference because it’s just that good.
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fartguy2000 · 5 months
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tbcanary · 6 months
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infinity from birds of prey (1999)
re: my tags on this post... literally girl where are you. what's your deal. she shows up, sees the entire history of a dead guy by touching his head, puts a guy into a coma by phasing a hand through him, phases through the internet to manifest in a hacker's home, impersonates oracle, and stands in front of a laser and survives because bullets cannot touch her.
things we know about infinity: 1) invisible 2) british 3) powers include phasing, and memory-based telepathy, allegedly the result of a curse??
things we don't know about infinity: fucking ANYTHING ELSE. GIRL WHO ARE YOU.
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yee-haw-wizard · 9 months
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istg if a damn Smash Mouth song is going to be the one thing pulling me out of this heartbreak I might commit a crime
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fantastickkay · 2 months
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From Bop, October 1999.
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freesia-writes · 11 months
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The Hero We Never Knew We Needed: A Tribute to Bop
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GIF thanks to @skybson
Word Count: 484
Minutes Spent Laughing While Writing: 19
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The Clone Wars were a grim time, a galaxy torn apart by opposing ideologies and forceful rulers who sought to unite everyone under their own structure. Clones were created by the millions, raised at twice the speed of a normal life and thrown onto the battlefield as soon as they were able. Battalions would go forth, brother after brother falling under the relentless forces of the Separatists. Replacements were shipped in daily, as though one man could just as easily replace another, as though their entire lives were for one singular, dismal purpose. The heavy weight of conflict crushed the freedom and enthusiasm of the previously free systems, and what little joy there was to be found was fleeting, often followed by despair, death, and defeat. Wave after wave, soul after soul -- some would argue that those who survived had a harder time, somehow spared from the sweet release of death and instead forced to repeat their worst nightmare every day.
And then there was Bop.
A brave and fearless soldier on the battlefield, Bop would mow down droid after droid, dual-wielding his blasters and charging forth alongside his brothers with a fierce battle cry no matter how grisly the odds were. He was unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with. He fought hard.
And he played harder.
See, Bop knew how to live. His scarce time off was spent at 79s, where he could be found dancing the night away, a euphoric grin plastered across his face. His joy was infectious, and he didn’t care how many or few were on the dance floor -- he was there to start (and finish) the festivities. There were droids assigned to contribute to the jovial atmosphere, moving in their jerky rhythms to entice others to join, but they had nothing on Bop. He was CT-1999, because that was how he partied***.
He was such a battlefield hero that he was promoted to officer, assigned to a Venator-class Star Destroyer and placed over the ship's weapons systems. He traded in his plastoid armor for a slick uniform with gloves, a belt, and a gray cap, and proudly wore his rank insignia plaque on his chest. Insightful and quick on his feet, Bop was a legend. Droids feared him, fellow clones respected him, and creatures of all species yearned to be the one he would take home at night.
But Bop had only one mission. He did his job with precision and excellence, and when he was finally released to enjoy the temporary illusion of autonomy, he sought out his place of zen. His sanctuary. His place to both rejuvenate himself and restore hope and wonder to the galaxy through the delight of dance. The neon lights of 79s would illuminate every angle of his jive, painting the dance floor with his unbridled groovy enthusiasm.
Bop would die one day, whether by age or by artillery, as we all must fall. But today was not that day.
***(this line was a comment from @nika6q and was so good I had to add it)
@doublesunsets @rosechi @501st-rexster @meshlaxbunny @anxiouspineapple99 @softsunburstlove @starrylothcat @the-bad-batch-baroness @thecoffeelorian 😂😘
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90s-2000s-barbie · 11 months
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September 24, 2005
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