Proud owner of a singular brain cellHe/himMainly dc, hockey, daredevilWorlds biggest Roy Harper fan but in the sense that I’m tied with other people because I love him so much I need to share him. He deserves all the love
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I think it’s so funny how we have to speak to men like preschoolers when it comes to having empathy for women. like hey buddy… I know you think girls are icky :( but remember your mommy? your mommy is a girl! and then they’re like ohhhh… mommy IS a girl.. and I do like mommy… this is starting to come together
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Bunnh
#roy harper#arsenal#jade nguyen#cheshire#dc#what is thier ship name??#jaderoy#royjade#dc comics#bunny Roy
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i missed my best friend foggy nelson
#daredevil#ace attorney#foggy nelson#phoenix wright#marvel#helloooo daredevil fandom how are y’all doing#< prev tags#FOGGY#FOGGY!!!!!#FOGGY!!!!#XD XD XD#that one gif of a cat jumping up and down and clapping it’s hands#wait. let me find it and add it.#I FORGOT TUMBLR HAS A GIFS OPTION#foggy nation rise
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If somebody doesn’t like a male character I like im like ok honestly understandable ur so real he sucks so bad but somebody doesn’t like a female character I like……..now I have to bash your head in with a rock. I’m sorry. I really am.
#roy harper#you don’t have to like him#Matt Murdock#or him#they’re both ginger men who are kind of insufferable sometimes#foggy Nelson#…thinner ice but okay there’s some reasons I guess#Llewellyn watts#I mean who tf is going to watch Murdoch mysteries and then beef with WATTS???#if you have that energy you deserve it I guess#but#Karen page#starfire#koriand'r#kory anders#kori anders#???#not allowed#squirrel girl#Doreen green#also not allowed?? how could you hate her??#she’s literally just a girl (with the proportional powers of squirrel)
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btw i cannot speak for every person but in general i can say with confidence that people fundraising likely do not give a fuckkkkkk what else you post about. i’ve never seen this addressed but i wonder if some bloggers here think they can’t put their heart behind a fundraiser because of the other content they log on for. i promise it does not matter. yeah i do sometimes chuckle when i see dykepenis666falloutboy or whatever type gay person url in a fundraiser post but it just super fucking does not matter. like it is not a transgression to champion human life while also being a human person who’s annoying or horny or whatever but it is actually cowardly and presumptuous to pretend your content is the thing preventing you from doing more for people in desperate circumstances begging you for your help
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I just got described as an "ad hating commie" by someone because I said a minute of youtube ads is unpleasant. fully spent 5 minutes arguing and defending youtube ads. insane stuff
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The BT in LGBT stands for BosTon, Massachusetts
One unexpected thing about being on T is the way that cis men are also jealous of you
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Is there an age limit? Part 2
“For me?” The annoying red-clad giant of a man who was all sunshine and diabetes-inducing puppies bounced around. He played with the communicator Batman handed to him as if it were a shiny new toy.
“I can’t believe I’m in the Justice League!” The Herculean man-child squealed, grinning like an imbecile. “Somebody, kick me. Show me I’m not dreaming!”
Guy Gardner was too happy to oblige.
“My pleasure.”
His signature kick - a brutal, no-holds-barred move - would send a seasoned fighter flying across the floor. Guy delivered one of his specialties to Captain Whitebread.
Crack!
“My leg!”
Agony ripped from his foot, up his leg, as he felt his bones shatter upon impact with that brick wall of a man.
“I broke my leg!” He hopped to the nearest seat, clutching his foot, hoping to earn sympathy points with Ice.
The cold beauty looked away.
Instead, the Big Red Cheese hovered towards him.
“I’m so sorry.” The overgrown baby - who was made of concrete - had the audacity to offer him a hand.
“Can I help you?”
“Nah, Guy’s just being Guy,” Hal pulled Justice League’s newest recruit away. “You must see our recreation rooms!”
Superman, one of the Big Three, intercepted them.
“Wait, Cap,” he dangled a set of keys in front of Captain Whitebread.
“You get the room beside mine,” Superman grinned as the big blue boy scout wrapped his arm around the cheesy red boy scout.
He behaved as if Cap was his twin brother. “I’ll show you your private quarters!”
Guy’s jaw dropped as he turned as green as his ring.
While every member of the Justice League had a private room in the Watchtower, a cluster of four rooms were considered prime estate. Three of the four prestigious rooms were taken by the Big Three - Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman.
Captain Whitebread gets the fourth?
It is as good as telling the hero community that the dolt is one of the Big Four.
Guy knew he deserved that honour far more than that joke of a hero.
*
“Holy Moley!” Captain Marvel’s gawked at his private quarters. “Is this for me?”
“All yours,” Superman grinned, spreading out his arms.
His fellow Kryptonian’s childlike wonder was a welcome change from the jaded cynicism, or even worse, the self-important grandeur of some heroes.
“Can this room handle lightning strikes?” Captain Marvel ran his hand over a wall.
“Well,” Superman rock on the back of his heels.
“We are in space, so there is no lightning out here. But it can withstand intense heat, radiation, corrosive environments and physical stress, so I’d imagine it can handle a regular thunderstorm.”
Marvel frowned, in thought. “Can it handle over a billion volts at more than 30,000 degrees Celsius?”
“I’m not sure if anything can handle that,” Superman replied.
“May not be an issue if….” Captain Marvel’s face lit up with a dazzling grin.
“Never mind. I know what to do.” He chuckled.
“Wisdom of Solomon,” he tapped his head.
Cap’s eyes bugged out at the fully stocked mini-fridge and pantry. He picked up a can of beer. “I’m sure you must be a certain age to drink these,” he frowned.
Superman wasn’t a fan of alcohol either. It had no effect on his Kryptonian physiology. He didn’t fancy the taste.
“I don’t like beer or alcohol either. It might be a Kryptonian thing,” he beamed, more certain than ever that he was no longer the last of his kind. “I had mine swapped for milk,” he grinned. “I can arrange that for you too.”
“That would be cool!” Cap looked delighted. “Can I have chocolate milk?”
Cap behaved like a kid let loose in a toy shop as Superman showed him the room’s features.
“The bed and walls are reinforced, but cannot withstand our strength, if you toss and turn in your sleep,” Superman warned. “Do you sleepwalk?”
“No,” Cap pursed his lips. “I’ll power down before bed so it shouldn’t be an issue.”
Power down? Does Marvel have portable red sun lamps?
That’s a brilliant idea he could adopt.”
For the rest of the morning, Superman had the pleasure of showing his new brother the rest of the Watchtower.
“Superman, this place is awesome!” Cap remarked
“Call me Kal,” Superman replied.
“Okay Kal. You were saying you have Polar Bears in your Fortress of Solitude. Can I play with them?” Marvel pleaded with large, puppy eyes.
“Sure, Will-em,” Kal replied.
Cap cringed. “I rather you call me Billy. William sounds so… old.”
“Bill, then?” Kal asked.
“Bill is good,” Billy replied.
Marvel prefers his civilian Earth name.
He probably was raised on Earth too.
So civilian Earth name it is.
“Then call me Clark.”
Bill preferred flying to using the zeta tubes. He had a point. One can never tire of the magnificent view, flying on your power from the space station to earth.
“You keep your key where everyone can see?” Bill’s eyes widened at the large golden key outside Superman’s ice fortress.
“It’s made of dwarf star material and weighs millions of tons,” Clark smirked. “It’s not like anyone can pick it up and let themselves in.” He fitted the massive key into the keyhole.
“I bet I can,” Bill smirked.
“Kryptonians can,” Clark replied. “But we’re almost extinct.” He handed the key to Marvel, who returned it to its place where it doubled up as an aircraft navigation marker.
“Holy Moley!” Bill’s jaw dropped lower as they walked into the fortress. “Are those your parents?” He pointed up at the statues Kal had created in memory of his birth parents.
“Yes. Jor-el and Lara Lor-Van,” Clark replied. “I was a baby when they sent me away. I don’t remember anything about them.”
“Oh,” Bill squeezed Clark’s shoulder. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It’s okay.” Clark assured him. “Ma and Pa Kent took me in when I landed on earth as a baby. They raised me as their own son.”
“That’s cool. I don’t have parents. I lost mine when I was five,” Bill’s eyes glistened with tears.
“I can still remember them, though the memories are getting fuzzy.”He dropped his smile.
“You can always visit me and my family at the farm,” Superman patted his back.
“Farm?” Cap’s eyes widened. “You grew up in a farm?”
“Raised there. My folks live there,” he chuckled as he led Bill through the fortress' many chambers. “Talking about families, there’s a polar bear family I want you to meet.”
He opened a door that led into a natural cave just outside the Fortress of Solitude.
“My neighbours,” Clark gestured at a family of polar bears.
The father and mother bears nodded at the men and chuffed their greeting.
Bill chuffed back.
Then he whimpered like a playful bear cub.
Curious cubs approached Cap with their heads up and ears forward.
The biggest baby bear swatted the air in a playful mock attack.
Captain Marvel pawed back as younger cubs rolled around.
Their mother walked slowly towards Cap, and sniffed at him.
The babies followed suit.
Between the cuffs, whines and whimpers, the bears seemed to be having some sort of conversation with the man.
“Do you understand what they are saying?” Clark walked up to them, getting a growl in response.
“Oh sorry,” Bill replied. “I keep forgetting we aren’t speaking English.”
“Huh?” Clark frowned. Confused.
“Sasha here was telling me about your noisy machines driving their fish away,” Bill added. “She asks you to be a good neighbour and keep the noise down.”
Apparently, the mother bear was Sasha, the father bear was Phil.
“I’m hardly here,” Clark replied.
Bill chuffed at the mother bear, getting a series of growls in return.
“She says, you may not be here, but your machines still make too much noise. These two days, the sounds are more frequent and worse,” Bill explained.
Sasha chuffed some more.
“Then there are the newcomers in shiny suits that came through this week,” translated Bill.
“That’s not possible,” Clark had a nagging feeling something was wrong.
Phil roared.
Sasha herded the cubs away.
“They are coming again. The bears smell them,” Clark translated for Bill.
“Sasha is asking you to tell your guests to be more considerate.”
“What guests?”
A sudden pain stabbed through Clark’s entire body.
Kryptonite.
He searched for the source, but his super-vision failed him. A wave of dizziness hit him. Hard.
“Are you okay, Clark,” Bill caught him before he hit the ground.
“Kryptonite,” his vision turned blurry as an armoured figure bearing a large chunk of Kryptonite stalked past the bears, towards him.
“I got this.”
Bill’s voice was the last thing Clark heard before he blacked out.
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“Batman! Superman’s poisoned!” Captain Marvel strode into the Watchtower carrying a limp, green-faced Superman.
“What happened?” Batman led Marvel to The Infirmary.
“Kryptonite bomb exploded in our faces,” Marvel grimaced. “Shards of Green K pierced his skin. I removed as much as I could but I don’t have X-ray vision, but I think he breathed particles of Kryptonite, so can you check his lungs?”
“Hmmph,” Batman scrutinised Marvel. “Why aren’t you affected?”
“Kryptonite doesn’t bother me,” Marvel replied. “We were attacked in the Arctic. Who do I hand the culprits over to?”
“Bring them here for interrogation,” Batman replied. If these guys infiltrated Superman’s fortress, he wanted to find out more. “Local authorities don’t have the facilities or security to store technology that is advanced enough to take down Superman. Bring everything here for safekeeping.”
“Yes, sir!” Marvel did a chipper salute and disappeared in a red blur.
So, Captain Marvel is immune to Kryptonite. He doesn’t have X-ray vision either. The man is clearly not a Kryptonian.
As he applied the ultrasonic vibratory device to Superman’s chest to loosen the kryptonite particles in his lungs, Batman pondered on the new information that Marvel had revealed about himself.
Marvel may not be a Kryptonian, but he could be a Daxamite.
These are descendants of Kryptonians who left Krypton to explore space. They have the same powers as Kryptonians but do not have x-ray vision.
Although they are not affected by Kryptonite, Daxamites have a fatal sensitivity to lead.
Batman set up the portable lung lavage system to wash out Superman’s lungs.
Then he headed to his private quarters where he kept his contingencies against every member of the Justice League.
He removed the Kryptonite from Marvel’s box and replaced it with lead bullets.
#poor Billy 😭#and poor Clark?? poor dude just wants to find more kryptonians who survived#billy batson#dc captain marvel#shazam#captain marvel#Batman#Bruce Wayne#Clark Kent#Kal el#superman
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It's Gay Rights Gengar Friday
#me after the ‘omg they like me’ euphoria fades away and I see the red flags#pokemon#gengar#gay rights gengar Friday#gay wrongs gengar Monday#it’s Thursday.
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I'm getting so pissed with people who are saying Gwen isnt trans. Like they're trying to explain why her dad has a trans patch on his jacket and why she has a trans flag in her room, by saying she supports trans people... wtf???? Literally what ally has a TRANS FLAG, IN THEIR ROOM, BECAUSE THEY SUPPORT TRANS PEOPLE??? That's some shit closeted me would tell my parents when they saw me drawing rainbows. People that are saying this shit are literally just transphobic and dont want her to be trans. Gwen is trans and fuck everyone that argues against that.
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i’m going to end up in jail
#“this is bigger than sid”#i'm gonna buck the trend here. i don't want biz to shut up. in fact i need him to say more.#is biz out there writing weird self-insert sidnate fanfic where he's the lovingly doted-on third in a hot rocky mountain lovefest?#is he so deep in his microsoft word drafts that he's trying to manifest his fanon into reality all stalker fan style?#if that's the case here i wholeheartedly invite him to stand up and say it louder#let your burgundy blue and silver freak flag fly.#<< PREVIOUS TAGS??#sorry I know I already reblogged this but. these tags took me OUT#Biz live ur truth king! spit your shit!#hockey#sidney crosby#paul bissonnette#nathan mackinnon#??? I mean I guesss?? in spirit
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i’m going to end up in jail
#not a pens fan or an avs fan but#this looks so wrong#give him back his yellow???#hockey#Sidney Crosby#pittsburgh penguins#paul bissonnette#colorado avalanche
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ABANDONED CREATURE(s)
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“Get in loser, we’re going to the Titans Tower”
ANYWAY here’s Roy Harper, Dick Grayson, Wally West as the plastics for Halloween as a little birthday gift for the dearest @webwrecker or @albatmobile,, do yourself a favor and check them out and their fics 🩷
#MY MARBLES? LOST#Titans#dick grayson#roy harper#wally west#THE SHIRTS#HOW DID I ONLY JUST NOTICE ROYS#IM#was about to say ‘haha Roy’s the only one with a normal shirt’#dc
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Don’t forget to wear sunscreen! A PSA from Speedy
#roy Harper#Roy the typa guy to forget to wear sunscreen#I KNOW all his suits being sleeveless leaves some crazy tan lines too#aresenal#dc#speedy
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