#Jack Fawcett

[princesssarisa]

I happen to be in LA for a few days, so I paid a quick visit to one of the most star-studded cemeteries, Westwood Village Memorial Park.

By the way, the sod over John Cassavetes' and Lady Rowlands' side-by-side graves was obviously different than the rest of the lawn, as if their plot had recently been opened and then re-covered. So I'm positive that Gena Rowlands is buried there next to her husband and her mother, even though there's no marker for her yet.

[kenandeliza]

Some dialogue ideas for a Shazam comic where movie billy and freddy meets Golden Age comic Billy and freddy

Prolly will make this into a comic later...

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-Billy Batson dialogues-

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Movie billy: "do you have other heroes in your family"

Comic billy:" hmm, there's mary as Mary marvel , Freddy as captain marvel jr, fatbilly, tall billy and hillbilly as the 3 liutenant marvels, uncle marvel. Oh and occasionally Hoppy the Marvel Bunny"

Movie billy:"Wait youre telling me you dont have darla, eugene and pedro?"

Comic billy:"Who?"

Movie billy: "Huh so thats where we differ, but seriously? Capt Marvel Jr!?"

Comic billy: "Hey, your freddy is named 'Captain Everypower' you don't have room to talk"

Movie billy: "Yeah but at least he picked the name for himself, you're the one who named your freddy CAPTAIN MARVEL JR!!"

movie billy laughed

Comic Billy shrugs:"it just seems so fitting at the time"

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Freddy Freemans:

Comic freddy: "huh, never thought i'd see myself in brown hair"

Movie freddy: "I never thought I'd look good in black hair I mean You look like young elvis presley!"

Comic freddy: " a-who now?"

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Edit: here is comic

[browsethestacks]

Nickel Comics (1940)

Art by Jack Binder

[chernobog13]

Bulletman #11 (January, 1943). Cover by Jack Binder, featuring the Bullet Family: Bulletman, Bulletgirl, and (I am not making this up) Bulletdog.

[daydreamerdrew]

Mary Marvel (1945) #10

[ufonaut]

It’s a ghastly scene. Something warns me to stay away. But I’m going anyway. I’ve got to!

Diamond Jack in Slam-Bang Comics (1940) #5

[viola-or-cesario]

Okay SO

Jack Manhattan= John McClane (Die Hard)

Jennifer Drips= Farrah Fawcett (Charlies Angels)

Vic Ethanol= Vin Diesel

Greg Stocks= James Bond

Kingskin= Kingpin (Marvel)

G13= a strain of marijuana rumored to be a superhybrid created by the US government

If anyone has other ideas for G13 please enlighten me bc that was CLOSEST i could guess

[wonderjanga]

Magical Fawcett drugs get smuggled into a bunch of cities and the entire League is LOSING THEIR MINDS trying to control the chaos. And then Cap just goes:

"Ahh, the good old days. You know, I used to be addicted to this (this referring to a drug so powerful it could shut down every bodily function instantly for like a solid 2 days and magically make you well again) when I was a kid! Helped me get through the war."

Flash: “Whaaaaaaaaat…? Dude that literally killed a man. How did you survive taking that multiple times as a child?”

Marvel: “It literally killed a man because nowadays people are weaklings. (Fawcitizens are built different. Literally) Back in my day, 62-year-olds to 22-year-olds to 12-year-olds would take this thing and then feel fine.”

Flash: “You sure?” *sounds skeptical*

Marvel: “Of course I’m sure! Granted, it would shut down your body for like two days, but then you’d feel perfect.”

Supes: “Shutting down your body for two days, doesn’t exactly sound healthy, Cap.” *sounds concerned*

Marvel: “Well, it like flushes out the toxins, right? Like after you’ve cleaned up all the piss that you soiled yourself with and ate a nice little meal you’d feel great!”

Supes: “I don’t like how you talk like this is nothing.”

Flash: “Well, he did say he was addicted… it’s was probably normal for him- Also, wait, you don’t know if it flushes out the toxins or not??”

Marvel: “Well, that’s what my doctor told me. It’s been a while since I’ve been to one.” *shrugs*

Supes: “Your doctor used to prescribe this?” *sounds slightly horrified*

Marvel: “Yeah?”

Flash: “To children?”

Marvel: “Yeah?”

Supes: “And elderly?”

Marvel: “Yeah?”

Supes: *trying to find words* “Okay.”

Later…

Marvel: “Come on try some.” *holds up a bit of the drug*

Flash: “Dude, I’m not trying that.”

Marvel: “Why? Trust me. You’ll feel better than ever once those two days are up.”

Flash: “Still no. Also why are you peer pressuring me?”

Marvel: “I’m not peer pressuring you.”

Batman: “Yes, you are.”

Flash: “Yeah, dude, you are. If Spooky says it, that means it’s true.”

Marvel: “Okay, okay, fine. I’ll stop telling you to try it.” *puts the drug down*

Even more later at the Watchtower…

GL, Flash, and Marvel: *all in the cafeteria, eating cereal, each wearing one of these things (you pick who’s wearing what)*

Flash: *pauses eating his apple jacks* “Dude, earlier, did you say that the drugs helped you through war?”

GL: *nearly chokes on his honey nut cheerios* “What?” *wasn’t there for the entire fiasco of having to confiscate the drugs*

Marvel: “Hmm? Oh, yeah.” *eats his captain crunch* Flash: “Is that you admitting you went to war?”

Marvel: “No, I didn’t. But everyone was kinda depressed back then so the drugs helped. I also worked in ammunition factories so I’ve seen a couple people get parts chopped off.”

GL: “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” *sounds concerned*

Marvel: “Eh it’s fine. That’s what the drugs were for. That and all the diseases and problems you could get from inhaling the wrong things or standing too close to a machine.”

[ultrameganicolaokay]

Wow Comics #55 (1947) ‘Earthquake’ and other stories by Otto Binder, Jack Binder and others. Edited by Will Lieberson. Cover by Jack Binder.

Jack Binder Wow Comics #55 British reprint of Wow Comics #55 (below). The reprint colors are great. Source

[kenandeliza]

More movie Billy Baston/ Freddy Freeman and Golden Age Comic Billy Batson/ Freddy Freeman shenanigans

Golden Age Comic is shortened to GAC

Sequel to this dialogue comic:

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“Interesting adventures”

(post shazam 2 movie, GAC characters are in the 1970s instead of the 1940s)

GAC Freddy: “it’s been a while since we met, so what’s sort of adventures do you have over at your world? “

Movie Billy: “Oh man it was so cool, We explore the doors at the rock of eternity, some of them lead to zombie apocalypses and others fantasy lands, we met Super-man, met Wonder-woman and I’m an official member of the Justice Society of America! “

Movie Billy: “oh and Freddy has a Goddess for a girlfriend now.”

Movie Freddy: “HEY! i’m supposed to tell them! “

GAC Billy: “Congratulations Freddy! We also had some adventures too! Speaking of Superman, I fought Lex Luthor when he teamed up with Mr Mind! Although I wondered how Mr Mind managed to bring a comic book Villain to life.. then I fought superman, Mary fought supergirl before we worked together…still couldn’t wrap the fact that I fought Comic Book Characters..”

Movie Billy: “Hold on. ‘Comic book characters’!? Don’t you have a superman in this world!? “

Billy: “He’s a comic book character in here, don’t know if he’s a real person in your dimension, so is this wonder woman.”

Movie Freddy: “huh..that’s interesting.. “

GAC Freddy: “As for me..Nothing much interesting happened for me, this week alone I was just selling newspapers peacefully!”

GAC Billy chuckles: “yeah..nothing much happened except for getting Captain Marvel Jr in the electric chair for the 5th time now..”

Movie Billy and Freddy: “Excuse me!?”

GAC Freddy: “Don’t ask me how I got accused of murder and getting the death penalty for the 5th time, it happened more than once in the 40s, i’m still trying to figure it out myself..”

GAC Freddy laughs awkwardly

Movie Billy: “ you’re telling me that this Fawcett City with its Talking Tigers, Mystical fairytale creatures, AND A SUPER-POWERED PINK BUNNY, HAS A DEATH PENALTY!?”

GAC Billy: “well yeah..?”

Movie Billy: “AND GOTHAM CITY DOESN’T HAVE ONE!?”

Movie Freddy: “to be fair the executing a clinically insane person is unconstitutional. Most of Batman’s rogues are mentally ill. As they were captured extrajudicially, they were not properly mirandized. This is why they go to a psychiatric facility, and not a prison.”

Movie Billy:”…fair..”

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“Brother”

GAC Billy: “I think aside from that, We met Freddy’s long lost Brother!”

Movie Freddy: “Brother?”

Kid Eternity popped up behind movie Freddy: “you called?”

Movie Freddy was startled: “GAH!”

Kid Eternity:” Wow you’re more sensitive than my Freddy”

GAC Freddy: “Kit, you can’t just randomly pop up behind people and expect them to stay calm!”

Kid Eternity:”sheesh party pooper, also, hello!”

Kit waves at movie Freddy and Billy, “name’s Christopher Freeman, but you can call me kit”

Movie Freddy and Billy waved at him, not sure what to think.

Movie Freddy whispering to Billy:” does this mean that I have a brother like him?”

Movie Billy:” Who knows, maybe not in our universe..”

GAC Freddy: “Freddy, He reread the books you gave me more than I read them myself”

Kid eternity: “yep! I like the Mangos you brought to my brother he last time you two met, although they were pretty weird reading from right to left..”

Movie Billy: “you mean mangas?”

Kit snapped his finger:” yeah those! Do you have more of them? I finished the ones you gave to my Freddy!”

Movie Freddy fist bumps the air:” Finally! Someone who I can introduce JoJo!”

Movie Billy: “Freddy no-“

Movie Freddy dragging Kid eternity to his manga collection:”YES YES YES YES”

GAC Billy: “is that a reference I’m supposed to get?”

Movie Billy:”Trust me, be grateful you don’t get the reference..”

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“STAND”

Movie Freddy:” So..what are your powers? Are they similar to the ones captain marvel and jr have?”

Kid eternity:” Nope! Technically I’m a ghost who can summon any fictional and Historical characters!”

Kit demonstrated his power and summoned sherlock

Movie Freddy:” wait.. you’re basically an overpowered stand user!”

Movie Billy:”No he isn’t”

Movie Freddy:” well yeah he is-“

Movie Billy:”not everything is a JoJo reference!”

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That’s all of them i could think up for now, hope you like them :D!

[browsethestacks]

Nickel Comics (1940)

Art by Jack Binder

[chernobog13]

Wow Comics #8 (December, 1942).  Cover by Jack Binder.

I know it was wartime and there was rationing all over the place, by Commando Yank and The Phantom Eagle  have two of the laziest costumes ever.  Only the guys who ran around in their underwear, like Samson, were lazier.

[daydreamerdrew]

Mary Marvel (1945) #8

[ufonaut]

The only magic I’ll use will be these two hands!

Diamond Jack’s first appearance in Slam-Bang Comics (1940) #1

[tofuingho]

What if instead of absorbing Plasmius making Dan evil and destructive, it makes Dan obsessed with adopting Danny.

Dan traveling back in time to before Danny's birth and setting himself up as part of Jack's family. Proving that the Fentons are unfit parents. Adopting/fostering Jazz and Danny.

Or maybe he just straight up kidnaps them.

Either way:

Dan raising Danny and Jazz in Gotham, Metropolis, Central City, or Fawcett. Each city has their own potential plot points.

But, I want Dan to own/operate a bakery.

The one scene I have is: Hero-as-civilian walks into a cute bakery. Immediately sees a guy that's fucking scary and clearly not entirely human. Hero is very concerned that this guy is up to no good, so he pretends to be oblivious. He starts talking to Dan, but Dan's about as chatty as a brick wall. Suddenly, he hears a little pat-a-pat-a-pat and then there's two little hands poking up over the counter making an uppies gesture. This terrifying man reaches down and picks up an adorable toddler, sets him on his hip, and gives him a cookie.

[starrystevie]

18+ | cw: explicit sex | crossposted on ao3

it starts off small, so small that it takes probably a bit too long for steve to notice that it's even happening. in the months after hawkins started to rebuild from the literal ground up, the harrington house had become an oasis of sorts to anyone in the party who needed it. it sometimes felt like there was a revolving door without any sort of lock on his front porch with how many times he'd get home to see someone sitting on his couch unannounced or curled up on a chair by the pool.

steve isn't exactly surprised when his products run out faster than usual. it started with his hairspray, which he chalked up to the rats nests that became mike and dustin's heads as they learned what teasing did to their hair. but then it shifted to his shampoo, his cologne, his laundry detergent, his conditioner. and sure, he was having to buy all of it more often, but if that meant his makeshift little family was taken care of, then so be it.

but then he notices it. every so often without a pattern, no rhyme or reason, he'll get home and the house will smell like him. almost like steve had just left in the morning for work, spicy cologne and tangy hairspray tinging the air, the smell of his shampoo as strong as it would be if he had just stepped out of a steamy shower.

it doesn't bother him, what's his is the party's and all that, but steve can't figure out who it could possibly be. whoever is coming to his house to take a shower doesn't own up to it, doesn't have their hair quaffed in any ridiculous fashion with dried farrah fawcett hairspray.

it's a wednesday afternoon when he finally pieces it all together.

steve left for work that morning without his wallet so he drives back home on his lunch break with hopes to retrieve it and make some sort of half-assed sandwich for lunch. when he opens the door, he can hear the shower going in his bathroom, can vaguely hear someone talking to themselves, and the scent of his cologne hits his nose immediately.

glancing up the stairs warily, steve toes off his shoes and sets his keys on the entryway table before making his way up to his bedroom. the closer he gets to the door, the stronger the smell becomes, and the more obvious the voice becomes.

he didn't spend weeks cleaning his wounds and helping him relearn how to walk and petting through his hair after a harsh nightmare woke him up screaming to not know exactly what eddie sounds like when he's in pain.

steve's feet clamor up the stairs quickly. he's picturing the worst, picturing eddie on the bathroom floor after slipping on the wet floor with broken bones and open veins, picturing him curled into a ball while the shower runs cold over him as he tries to pull himself out of an upside down headspace.

what he gets isn't that.

what he gets is a bathroom full of steam from a burning hot shower with the smell of his cologne and shampoo drifting through the swirls of condensation. what he gets is eddie leaning against the side of the shower with steve's conditioner bottle in one hand. what he gets is eddie's product-slick hand working over himself with steve's name falling off his lips followed by whines, slack jawed with eyes closed and a pinch between his eyebrows.

and, oh.

oh.

steve's crossing the tile floor in only a few steps so he can throw the glass shower door open, eyes unable to look away from the conditioner dripping off his hand as eddie jacks fast and hard over his cock.

he can feel himself getting hard in his work khakis at the sight, thinks back to however many times he's pictured this exact same thing happening in his bedroom with lube and less clothes on his end.

any residual worry melts away into lust racing through his veins as his name being moaned out of his lips echoes through his brain. eddie startles as steve opens the shower door, conditioner bottle clanging noisily on the floor as he drops it in shock.

"steve?!" eddie exclaims, ripping his hand off his cock to try and cover it up with his fingers instead. "what're you-"

"it's been you this whole time?" steve can feel the grin pulling at his lips, knows that it probably looks like some mix of feral and turned on, and hopes that eddie can pick up on it, too.

"what's been me?" eddie responds, still shifting under steve's gaze like he's trying to shy away from it. his skin has turned pretty pink either from the hot shower spray or from embarrassment and steve wants to feel the warm flush under his palms.

steve's eyes land on his bottle of cologne on the shower shelf next to his shampoo bottle and he reaches past eddie to grab it, ignoring the squawk it pulls out of him when his bare arm brushes over eddie's wet chest. the steam is still swirling around them, causing steve to squint as he tries to make out eddie's expression.

he looks bashful, something he's never seen on the face he knows oh so well. the face he's memorized and pictured late at night. his hands are still scrambling to find bits of him to cover and he has his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, biting at the chapped bits.

without speaking, steve shakes the bottle of calvin klein in his hand and lifts his eyebrow in an unspoken question, steam not strong enough to hide how much more pink floods into eddie's cheeks.

"okay wait, i can explain, i just-"

steve takes another small step forward, watching eddie's eyes as they roam over him, watching his eyes go to roll back when his hand must brush over his hard cock the right way.

"just...?" steve taunts and he doesn't want to be mean but he only has so long of a lunch break. he intentionally lets his gaze trace over eddie, trailing down to where his hands are covering his cock and steve wants nothing more than to get his hands around him instead. "just what?"

he can see something snap in eddie, the bashfulness from earlier fading into annoyance as he rolls his eyes. "i just like how you smell. there, happy?"

"almost," steve grins as his free hand comes up to start unbuckling his belt slowly. eddie's eyes track the motion, grow wide before coming back up to meet steve's. "sounded like you were saying something when i walked in. sounded like leave or eve or..."

eddie rolls his eyes again before cutting him off. "cocky bastard."

"... maybe it was the name of a guy who is 2 seconds away from getting his hands on you. shame, i guess we'll never know."

he's being too forward, he knows it, knows that if he keeps it up he might scare eddie away. but he has to be forward, can't dance around it any longer because his cock is close to be painfully hard and he doesn't think he can go back to jerking himself off knowing eddie's doing the same with things that smell like him to help him get there.

"don't joke around," eddie says before swallowing, shifting his weight between his feet.

gently, so gently, steve reaches out his free hand and wraps his fingers around one of eddie's wrists to pull his hand away. eddie sucks in a breath through his teeth and looks at steve, eyes still wide and oh so pretty. he gives him a nod, small and stilted, before pulling his other hand away.

"not a joke. wanted you for so long..." steve trails off before letting his fingertips ghost over his cock. "is this where all my conditioner ends up?"

eddie whimpers, honest to god whimpers, and nods his head while he watches steve's fingers like a hawk. "like smelling like you."

steve stills his movements, takes in a deep breath and holds it so he doesn't do something stupid like drop to his knees and get a mouth full of conditioner. yeah, he's definitely going to be late getting back to work.

"and my cologne?" he whispers, walking his fingers lightly up his shaft to tickle the hairs on his lower belly. "what do you do with that?"

"just- just spray it in the steam so it gets all around me so it's... it's like you're here," eddie's voice is hitched, still low and gravelly but tight like he's afraid to fully let go. steve doesn't exactly blame him considering he's close to ruining a perfectly fine pair of work khakis. "steve, please."

steve can't take it anymore. can't take his big brown bambi eyes looking at him like he'll evaporate away as quickly as steam, disappear like fading cologne. steve reaches into the shower to turn off the faucet, crowds eddie against the wall, ignoring the water seeping into his socks, and finally presses their mouths together.

kissing eddie is everything he could have imagined, it's messy and fast and has their teeth knocking while they try to get as close as possible. there's a wet hand gripping onto steve's waist through his work polo and he thinks it must be the one covered in conditioner because it squelches as eddie grips tighter.

"god, do you have any idea how fucking hot it was to walk in and see you like that?" steve asks as he breaks away to trail kisses all over eddie's neck. his hair is dripping wet and steve follows a drop with his tongue. "thought i was going to lose my goddamn mind."

"probably about as hot as it is when i know it's you walking up the stairs based on your fucking cologne alone."

eddie's hip jump, looking for the friction that he so badly needs, his cock spreading messy conditioner mixed with precome over steve's pants. and who is steve to deny him? he drops a hand to wrap fully around his aching dick, his other hand working to unbutton his pants so he can pull his own cock out.

steve could live here. live in the whines eddie's so graciously giving him, live in the sensation of a hand drenched in expensive conditioner wrapping around his dick, live in the overwhelming smell of himself, a smell that now also means eddie.

it's fast and over within barely a few minutes. they're both too needy and desperate, too high strung to make it last any longer than it does. eddie's biting into his lower lip to stop from screaming and steve's grunting as he takes what he can get from eddie's release to make his slide even easier before adding even more to the mess.

steve thinks off-handedly that it's a good thing this all happened at home so he can at least change before going to work.

later, eddie's laying naked on steve's bed as he watches him change into a new work appropriate outfit, lock of his curly hair pulled in front of his nose, deeply breathing in the scent he finds there. steve looks over as he buttons up a new pair of pants, leaning with his hands on the mattress to press a kiss onto eddie's lips before heading for the door.

"quit sniffing your hair like that. gonna get tired of the smell."

eddie gives him a grin, snuggling face first into steve's pillow and then turning his head to peek back at him. "haven't gotten tired of it yet, have i?"

steve takes a mental picture of eddie in his bed, smiling up at him like he belongs there, naked and perfect and everything steve could ever want. he grabs his spare bottle of cologne off the desk next to his doorframe and spritzes some on his wrists, dabs it behind his ears. watches as eddie perks up to take in a deep breath through his nose, releasing it shakily.

"stay until i get back?" his voice sounds soft, sweet. he can see when eddie hears it to because he gives him an even sweeter smile in return, blinking slowly like a content cat. he takes another mental snapshot, files it away in an eddie shaped folder.

"can't get rid of me that easily, harrington."

and if he rushes to the store after he gets off work to pick up a few extra bottles of cologne and conditioner and whatever else eddie could want, that's nobody's business but theirs and the showers.