#im so in love with hal

[mang0ming0]

sorry for reblogging hal jordan things withuot mentionign b**** w****. it will happen again

[snikt111]

[everyones-least-favorite-bard]

support your local lantern!

another blatantly self indulgent western au lmao

[pinkd3mon]

Sworn partners dynamic

[cringefail-clown]

i think my favourite tidbit ive written so far for cam cafe au is the Hal's Real Name debacle, bc in it hal is a name he got for himself when he first watched 2001 space odyssey at 13. jake first catches a wind of it when dave calls hal "dee", but hals like nah im not telling you it requires lvl 69 friendship and youre at best on lvl 3 so get fucked noob. everyone at the cafe and all jake and hals friends know but everyone decides to fuck with jake and not tell him. its a constant subplot through the story until its finally revealed at the end and i can tell you, yall aint ready for what the name is

[nuctua-larc]

Ideating

[lycia666]

Uh i love tbem (very quick sketchw)

[klaxonsynth]

hello metal gear solid community

[emeraldwarriors]

my wallet wont survive i fear

[catmanbowser]

Sometimes i think about youu

[thwackk]

blah blah , old green lantern design for hal i did for an old au idea

[cessmaga]

I never hated fans before but oh my god dc fans really love to kick hal and barry into the ground and treating them like irrelevant pieces of shits that don't deserve to be a dc characters

they already suffered enough since dc loves also to treat them like shit and their failed movies don't help anything at all

man being a dc fan sucks and I hate the dc fandom this is probably the most fandom that I don't enjoy on

hal and barry fucking deserves better dc and their fans don't deserve such a good characters

[sleepyseals]

[Image Description: Two unfinished digital paintings / sketches of the hatchling and Hal from outer wilds. they are standing with their arms around each other and the hatchling has their head leaning on hal's shoulder as hal watches the supernova in the distance through the doorway of the museum. the first image is the scene viewed from behind with everything lit in bright blue with dark shadows. the second image shows hal's face looking in fear towards the light and is only partially colored, the rest sketched over a gray background. End Image Description.]

something you'll run back in for when the house burns down

[feeshfries]

pathetic nerd men will always be special to me , hal otacon emmerich you are no exception

tbh ive only been drawing on ms paint w my mouse but ill do something proper soonish - i have fortnite to play and mgs gameplay to watch

[rillette]

colorized edition :J

[themyscirah]

It was there, before it was there.

For Hal, it was dreams. Awake and asleep, he would finally fly. There he went farther and faster than his father ever did. Tinged in green, he would touch the stars. But it always ended the same. He was a Jordan, after all. At least the end was warm, like sunlight.

Guy got knocked down a lot. Picked himself back up a lot too. Sometimes went down again right after. Each time though, for a second after, he could only see green.

John heard voices. Sometimes just a few, a council, old and wise-- sometimes more: a town, a city, a planet. They all wanted something. Wanted him to do- to be- ..... something. Well, they could just get in line.

Kyle would know things sometimes. But only sometimes. Moments in between moments. In his dreams, he always knew his father's face. They would smile, and talk, and share a drink. Then his eyes would open, and the blurry photo would return.

Once Simon saw an injured squirrel on the ground. It looked almost dead. He touched it, and it rose up and scurried away. His arm ached. His mother scolded him for using the markers (what markers?) again. He took it as a sign. Courage.

Jessica knew whispers well. They told her that she was a mess. That she was weak, or scared. Sometimes it was her own voice. Sometimes it wasn't. Sometimes, it even told her she was strong. Brave.She always liked those ones the best.

Jo's phone never died. Or rather, never stayed dead. On nights she would stumble in, tired from work, friends, or if she was lucky, the cute girl at the bar, she would leave her nearly-dead phone on her desk, cord forgotten. In the morning though, it would always be ready for her, battery life pulsing green.

It was there, before it was there.