Kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand, strike up the band
And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
i have the horrible habit of just using song lyrics to name my fics when i feel like the song matches the vibe but i don't write down what song was used and now i can't figure out the song🙃
Once again for my own edification: what I read this month re:DC.
Flash 306-350 (1982-1985)
Still love this but I will say it again: the ending felt mean-spirited towards Barry, just heaping on the problems and bullshit till they chased him out of his own time. It felt like someone in the editorial just didn't like Barry.
JLA 187-223 (1980-1984)
Still going strong but still a big ensemble which makes it a slower read for me. They're still doing the wierd 'Diana and Barry don't get along' thing. My faves are still 100% red tornado and elongated man.
Daring New Adventures of Supergirl 1-23 (1982-1984)
A lot of fun!! Ended rather abruptly (did it get canceled? Yeh just checked it got canceled) which is a shame, I wanted to know what Kara's conductor boyfriend was up to (guy was getting very sus towards the end). It really benefitted compared to the 70s supergirl for having the same author throughout. Deffo recommend this one even if u know fuck all about the superfam like me.
(Not nearly so much as January but I discovered that sadly u cannot draw and read comics at the same time, which seems like something they should fix in the next patch idk)
@staff if you [change] the [design] of the fucking [dashboard] i will kill you
edit. i want it on the actual post that i am not actually making a de-th threat against the staff. that's shitty. the caption quotes the fucking costco hot dog meme, which i originally said in the tags. if any staff member sees this please do Not take it personally
All of life is the refractions of the selves, all selves, endlessly upon another, bouncing spectral And so beautiful. For the life of me this is why I must have convictions about psychoanalysis why I can’t hate narcissus why pop psychology is plague. Do you fear and loathe the pool? The star’s reflection— as above so below? loathe your reflection for fear of what might be found? It is all funhouse mirrors, have fun.