#captain marvel junior

[chaoticallyfluffy]

i made this post in the Shazam Community earlier

And I decided to draw it lol

It was way past my bedtime when I did this so I didn’t draw the whole league, just pretend they’re there lol

[fawcetttweets]

Idea after binging the last days posts:

Either Cap saying that he is a pg-13 superhero, thank you very much to someone commenting on his censorship

Or he tweets that WTF stands for Wednesday Thursday Friday on his blog

Anyways, I hope you’re having a good day!

Pg 13

To let this go on for three years is just cruel... Also, Billy is totally messing with them and has been the entire time he's worked with the league. He got Solomon to teach him every swear word in all human languages and a few non human ones too. Billy knows exactly what he's doing. Freddy's callout was real and he's endlessly frustrated that no one will ever believe him.

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[a-reyy]

I think the devine twitch chat is loud in Billy’s head. To him it’s like they speak next to his ears and the gods tend to speak louder than necessary. Sometimes Billy needs advices in high stake situations and all the gods start talking at the same time and Billy can not handle all that noise , especially while fighting.

The JL fighting aliens that have indestructible armor or something:

Hal: Does anyone know what’s their weak spot cause I don’t wanna stay here forever!

Barry: Yeah me neither. Cap care to use your wisdom of Solomon on this?

Billy who is distracted by the gods yapping: I would but—*gets hit by lasers ofrsomething*

Diana: Brother are you alright?!

Billy who is not alright: Yeah I’m fine, I’m just gonna stay here for a moment.*lays on the floor*

At the watchtower after the battle:

Bruce: Captain, care to explain what happened out there?

Billy: Sorry, mister Batman sir, I was just distracted.

Bruce: Well we can not have that in the field, do you understand?

Billy feeling very guilty: Yes sir.

Diana: What even made you distracted like that?

Billy who does not want to seem crazy: huuuh…Junior is sick and I didn’t want to leave his bedside?

Bruce who gets the feeling: You can take the week off if you want.

Billy: Hum yeah why not?

Fast forward to next week:

Billy entering the watchtower with Freddy: Hi guys

Barry: Hi!! Junior how are you?

Freddy not understanding: huh..good?

Billy who forgot to tell him: Yeah, he is doing sooo much better not like last week, when he was sick.

Freddy understanding: Right I was sick last week, actually I think I’m still sick, I should go home.

Billy who now has to do monitor duty alone: …Yes, you should *silently * I hate you.

Freddy: *silently* that’s what you get for lying you son of bitch.

Clark in the back who just heard that: *staring at Cap*

Billy who noticed he heard: *staring back at Clark while doing a shushing motion*

[timdrakecoffeemug]

Freddy begging Billy to take him to Justice League's meetings bcs he wants to meet the League as his first act of superhero-sibling-nepotism.

[darkleysgarden]

Freddy Freeman Comic Panels:

Ft. Billy Batson

[puffinpatrol]

Our champion of gold

[dcbinges]

The Power of Shazam! #7 (1995) by Jerry Ordway & Peter Krause

[fred-the-plant]

The Captain and his Friends

[comicbookcovers]

WOW Comics #9, January 1943, cover by Marc Swayze

[nitpickrider]

Freddy. Look at me. We all love you very much. But you are such a dork.

[chernobog13]

I certainly hope that's mud them monkeys is flinging!

[chaoticallyfluffy]

Once again making a post about the difference between Billy and Marvel (despite being the same person lol). The guy at the end is Freddy but it’s my first time drawing him so idk if he’s recognizable lol.

[fawcetttweets]

NOT a Judgement Free Zone

This only took me like ten minutes and I’m so fricken happy about it!!

On the topic of Marvels playlist:

On his work playlist, he listens to a lot of older songs like Elvis and Frank Sinatra. It’s what he hears a lot around Fawcett and they were his parents favourite songs so it’s comforting to listen to, plus it helps with his cover as an immortal.

On his secret playlist, he listens to a bunch of Weird Al, children’s songs like purple people eater and Nyan Cat (or the gen alpha equivalent), and ‘innapropriate’ songs. By that I mean songs that swear a lot, never songs about sex. He only listened to WAP once by accident and he almost cried, but now he’s recovered enough to joke about it.

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[jasposeyblog]

My Captain Marvel Jr. by Tom Reilly has now been colored by Rich Seetoo 

[timdrakecoffeemug]

When I'm at the who's the biggest fan of Freddy Freeman/Captain Marvel Junior contest but my opponent is fucking Elvis Presley

[darkleysgarden]

Dream On (but don't imagine they'll all come true)

Characters: Freddy Freeman, Billy Batson

Ships: None.

Warnings: Talk of WW2, permanent injury/disability, lots of self-hatred

Word Count: 1,032

Sunmary: In the attack, Freddy didn't just lose his grandfather. He didn't just lose his ability to walk without a crutch. He lost what felt like pieces of himself, scattered in that dingy water to never be brought to shore again.

Note: I hope I did them justice. I love the older comics so much that I'm scared to mess them up. Title is from Vienna by Billy Joel. That song is Freddy coded to me. I'm trying to timeline this from around late 1941 to early 1942. A few months after Freddy became CMJ. Hope you enjoy!

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"Dr. Sivana taken down by Captain Marvel!" Freddy shouts, waving around a newspaper. "Read all about it!"

It was easier to talk about the local news than the war. Thinking of what the Nazis did to him was horrible, and to others even worse.

His stomach soured as he called out the latest news from overseas. A war that was moving in closer to consume America too.

A young businessman walked up to him. He switched the newspaper for the two cents he charged.

"Pleasure doing business with you, sir."

The man nodded kindly, stepping away to go on with his day.

He took a deep breath, leaning heavily onto his crutch. He wasn't sure if he was used to it yet, even if it had been months. Maybe he would never be used to it. It's not that he couldn't use the crutch, he adjusted to that pretty fast. The thought that this was now his forever never really sunk in.

Maybe it never sunk in fully because Freddy tried his best to distract himself from this reality he was living in.

Fawcett City did not have much crime when some super villain was not on the loose. Freddy wished he could spend more time as a hero. That way he wouldn't be dealing with his newfound disability. Yet, there was little need for him, especially as other Marvels were around.

He spent all his free time at his newsstand. It gave him extra money. Money he probably didn't need. But, it helped.

He hadn't slept in two days. He'd hardly eaten in that time. He spent his days at the newsstand and his nights patrolling.

It's not like he had a home to go back to. Mary's foster parents were kind enough to let him stay with them. It never felt permanent. He felt like he was just stuck in a really long sleepover with Billy. A mattress in the corner of Billy's room was meant for him.

The families kindness felt like pity.

The Bromfield's had only adopted one child, Mary, and it seemed those were their intentions. When her twin brother showed up, it was a clear choice to take him in as well.

But, Freddy? He wasn't related. They had no real reason to keep him. He kept repeating to himself that they were just being nice and he should probably find somewhere else to go. Where he would go, he had no clue. Yet, they fed him and let him sleep there whenever he showed up. They never treated him like an outsider.

A shiver went through his body. It was cold that day. He checked the time on his old watch. Before everything, he would have called it a day two hours earlier. It wasn't like before.

He sold another three papers, screaming out headlines until his throat hurt.

His crutch didn't feel like enough to hold up his weight anymore. His legs were permanently sore and hurting. Something kept him standing that wasn't his crutch. His stubborn nature? Maybe.

Freddy had been up and running for too long. He needed a break. He considered patrolling for a long while before deciding against it.

Somehow he ended up back on that mattress in Billy's room with the spare blankets covering him.

Billy was happy that he made it just in time for dinner. Despite his hunger, he ate little, terrified of overstepping. The family had offered him so much that even taking the food they gave him felt rude.

"How are you doing?" Billy's asked him from his own bed.

Even Billy's voice sounded sickenly sweet. Maybe it was because he knew who Billy was, or it was their shared powers. It could even be the fact that Freddy looked up to the boy, despite being older than him. But he could tell that Billy was pure of heart like the wizard said. Not in his kind words, but in the energy that surrounded him.

Freddy admired Billy so much, even if jealousy ran through his core. Freddy knew he could never be as good as Billy was. He felt rotten. He hadn't stopped feeling rotten.

"I'm not sure," Freddy admitted. He instantly wishes he kept his mouth shut. Billy was too kind to let it go.

"You can talk about what's bothering you, I don't mind."

Billy was his best friend, he was. Freddy hated how something akin to envy crackled under his skin.

The thought that Billy had it much worse and kept bouncing back kept playing in his head. He was still positive in a way Freddy never could be. Freddy hated how angry he's become lately. How tired and upset he is. He never feels in control anymore. He can't even control his leg.

He must of stayed quiet for too long.

"It's okay, you don't have to talk." His voice held zero disdain. "I'm always here for you."

Before he could process what he was saying, Freddy found himself blurting out, "How do you stay so positive? Despite everything. You stay so happy."

Billy considered the question. "I'm not always happy. I get down a lot. I just try and do good. Making others happy is what makes me happy."

Freddy didn't know what to say. It didn't seem possible that Billy was ever sad. He couldn't imagine it. He hated the image.

Maybe it was unfair to compare himself to Billy. Billy had the perfect heart. The purest.

It only makes him wonder what he was doing wrong. What made him not worthy of that title. He questioned it, despite understanding. He understands just how much envy and anger he held in. Those were two of the seven main things that held mankind back. He was defined by two of them. And part of him was sure he's demonstrated the rest.

"Sus scrofa domesticus," Billy suddenly said.

"Huh?" Freddy asked with confusion.

"That's pigs real name! Learned it at the zoo!"

Freddy let out a breathless chuckle. He was bone tired.

"Goodnight, Billy."

"Goodnight, Freddy. Sleep well."

He could hear the smile in Billy's voice. That always present, kind smile. It made him aware of the frown he held.