#Super-Team Family

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House Ad - DC's Giant Grabbers (Dec1976)

DC Super-Stars #010 / DC Special #025 / Super-Heroes Battle Super-Gorillas #01 / Super-Team Family #08

[chernobog13]

Ah, if they could've pulled this off back in the day it would've been spectacular!

If you haven't already, go check out Super-Team Family: The Lost Issues blog at https://braveandboldlost.blogspot.com. He's been doing issues like this for YEARS and it's always entertaining!

[tomoleary]

José Luis García-López Super-Team Family #15 Flash, Orion, Metron, Lightray (1978) Source

Colorist uncredited

[teamdarkdaily]

day 270: think

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Just got back from seeing Sonic 3 and HOOOOOOLY SHIT y’all. Oh my fucking god. OH my god. Ohhhh my g o d

[voidshrub]

None of you can convince me that Spy didn't come clean to Scout at some point about being his dad and them having a rollercoaster of rough patches and relationship fixing thoughout the years until they ended up happy with each other doing father-son activities to catch up with stolen time and the only reason Spy didn't tell Tanya that he's her grandpa is because he's still WORKING as a SPY he still had his BALACLAVA ON entering Jeremy's house and he wants to keep his grandchildren SAFE YOU CAN'T TELL ME JEREMY DOESN'T KNOW YOU CAN'T YOU CANNOT I WILL CRY A THOUSAND THOUSAND TEARS FOREVER AND EVER LET ME HAVE THIS ON MY KNEES SHAKING AND PLEADING

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restof team sonic from my shogakukan/magical girl esc au that still needs a name

bonus:

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Sometimes Chiro likes to annoy his grumpy uncle

+ Chiro and his step in big brother (I like to think Antauri is the most father figure of all the people/monkeys in his life)

[snakes-of-the-undercity]

Vi is gifted kid burnout but in the english major way

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Super-Team Family (1976-1977)

Art by Rich Buckler And Jack Abel

[lunapegasus]

@adhd-sonic-the-hedgehog's Flicky Omega because he's oh so small and angry and I love him

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Day 14 of 31 days of COD

Word count: 1k

Relationships: team as family

Tags: sleepy ghost, fluff, humour, crack-treated seriously

“Probably,” Soap agreed, pulling out his own phone. “Reminds me of that time I found him under the table. Thought he was dead at first, but nope—just asleep.” Gaz raised an eyebrow. “Under a table? Really?” Soap grinned. “Aye. Had a right laugh about it. You’d think he’d learn to find a proper spot.” OR Ghost falls asleep in the most random places; the team reminisce Keep reading under the cut or on AO3 This was a response to this lovely ask hopefully i did you justice anon o7

The safehouse was quiet. After their latest mission, the 141 had scattered to wind down. Soap sat at the table, idly flicking through a magazine, while Gaz stretched out on the couch, his head resting against a pillow. Price stood by the window, arms crossed, ever-watchful for any signs of trouble.

In the small bed tucked into the corner of the room, Ghost was fast asleep, propped awkwardly against the wall, head tilted back slightly, and arms folded across his chest. The sight was familiar, but still comical—an intimidating figure utterly at ease, snoring lightly.

“Out like a light,” Soap muttered, smirking as he glanced at Ghost.

“Good,” Price grunted, moving closer to the bed. “He needs it. Hasn’t slept properly in days.”

Gaz looked up from his phone. “Reckon this is the longest he’s been down in a while.”

“Probably,” Soap agreed, pulling out his own phone. “Reminds me of that time I found him under the table. Thought he was dead at first, but nope—just asleep.”

Gaz raised an eyebrow. “Under a table? Really?”

Soap grinned. “Aye. Had a right laugh about it. You’d think he’d learn to find a proper spot.”

“Ghostbusters”

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): Oi, found the big lad again. Under the bloody table this time.

G-Force (Gaz): Oh, for real? Where’s the proof?

Old Man (Price): What’s he doing under a table? Taking cover in his sleep?

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): See for yourself.

Image attachment: Ghost curled up under the briefing room table, one arm over his face, completely knocked out.

G-Force (Gaz): You’ve got to be kidding me. How does he fit under there?

Old Man (Price): Leave him there. Unless Suds burns the place down again.

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): That was one time!

G-Force (Gaz): He’ll wake up thinking he’s still in the field. Don’t mess with him.

Old Man (Price): Exactly. Let him sleep.

Price chuckled, crossing his arms. “Well, he certainly hasn’t learned yet. What about you, Gaz? You must have some funny stories.”

Gaz nodded, chuckling softly. “Yeah, I remember that time I found him in his office. Thought he was just deep into some files, but nope—out cold.”

The laughter bubbled up between them as they shared the memory. “Didn’t even wake him,” Gaz said, shaking his head in amusement. “Just left him be and went about my business.”

Big Gaz Lad (Gaz): You lot are never going to believe where I found Ghost.

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): Let me guess, under a rock?

Old Man (Price): In a dumpster?

Big Gaz Lad (Gaz): Close! In his office, sprawled across his paperwork.

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): Is he snoring?

Big Gaz Lad (Gaz): Like a bloody chainsaw.

Image attachment: Ghost face down on the desk, arms hanging off the sides, a pen still gripped in his hand.

Old Man (Price): Can’t believe he made himself at home with all that mess office.

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): At least he’s not under the desk this time.

Big Gaz Lad (Gaz): True. I guess that’s progress?

Old Man (Price): Just let him sleep. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled when he wakes up to a mountain of paperwork.

“We’ve seen him sleep in the oddest places,” Gaz added, leaning back in his chair. “Can’t believe he hasn’t ended up in a bin yet, still waiting to capture that one.”

“Speaking of bins,” Soap said, an amused glint in his eye. “Didn’t you find him in your bed once, Cap?”

“Ghostbusters”

Old Man (Price): Ghost is in my bed. Out cold.

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): Guess you’re bunking somewhere else tonight.

G-Force (Gaz): Yeah, don’t even think about waking him.

Old Man (Price): I wasn’t planning on it. Can I crash with one of you?

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): Got space here. C’mon over.

G-Force (Gaz): Same here. Just bring your pillow, mate.

“Best part was he didn’t even care,” Price chuckled. “Just rolled over and kept snoring.”

Soap laughed, shaking his head. “You’d think he’d have a more dignified approach to sleep, but no. Just plops down wherever.”

They all glanced at Ghost again, still blissfully unaware of their conversation. Gaz felt warmth in his chest, knowing how well they all understood each other.

“Remember that time we were making our way back to you guys from that base, and he fell asleep in the middle of the debriefing?” Soap said, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face.

"Ghostbusters”

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): Lads, Ghost is out cold during the debriefing.

Old Man (Price): No way!

G-Force (Gaz): You’re kidding me.

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): Nope. Head down on the table, drooling and everything.

Image attachment: Ghost with his head down on the table, oblivious to the open video call in front of him.

Old Man (Price): We should just let end it, pick it back up tomorrow lads?

G-Force (Gaz): Absolutely. Let him wake up when he’s ready.

Gaz laughed heartily, picturing the scene. “Just snored right through it!”

Price shook his head, chuckling. “That was one for the books. I thought I’d have to ask Suds to carry him out.”

“Well, he’d probably have preferred that,” Soap added, a teasing glint in his eyes. “A hero’s exit.”

“Right, like he’d ever admit it,” Gaz said, grinning. “Can you imagine?”

They all shared a laugh, the camaraderie warming the space between them. It felt good to reminisce, a reminder of the bond they shared, even in the chaos of their lives.

As the laughter faded, the room settled into a comfortable silence. Ghost remained deep in slumber, and the three of them relaxed, grateful for this rare moment of peace together.

“Glad he’s finally resting,” Price said quietly, leaning back in his chair. “We all could use it.”

“Definitely,” Gaz agreed, stretching out on the couch. “It’s good to see him like this, even if it’s a bit random.”

Soap nodded, gently adjusting the blanket around Ghost. “Not the first time we’ve kept watch over him. Just part of the job.”

“Ghost Watch, as always,” Price said with a grin.

They sat in the calm of the safehouse, a sense of camaraderie filling the air. No teasing, no interruptions—just the unspoken understanding that this was a moment to cherish.

And as they continued to keep an eye on their lieutenant, they shared quiet smiles, grateful to have each other.

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Zero excuse not to pay our best players. Btw.

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Action Comics #1079

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Saw one tiktok about lellinger and immediately cried. The last jump from stephan will kill me

[pernillecfcw]

This team 💙💙