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[twentyninetynines]

[ text ] How do tall people actually sleep at night when the blanket can’t possibly cover them from the shoulders to their toes? // @heartheblackdamncanary

(✉️ ➡️ sober buddy): i’m tall. i sleep just fine (✉️ ➡️ sober buddy): blankets are plenty big enough

[phoenixtouched]

@heartheblackdamncanary

There was a scavenger hunt. It was on the kids table, something that was clearly made in preparation in case kids did come… but the lack of mess told Rachel that there were few children present. And the one that she could hear was far too young to play these games. Rachel had an assortment of crayons and a checklist that she had already made way more colorful than needed.

(It held with all the noise. A room stuffed with people with so many thoughts—Rachel needed something to focus herself on. And she knew that Rictor would only make it worse. And Kitty… was still complicated. But her thoughts had never been unwelcome in Rachel’s mind.)

“Damn it,” Rachel mumbled, tapping a crayon to the side of her head, trying to pull her thoughts away from Kitty. Trying very hard not to open that line up here. Glancing up from her paper, her brows furrowed as she made eye contact with a woman nearby. Rachel forced a smile to her face, uneasy in the crowd. (Uneasy about everything.) “Apparently, there is a stamp on a plank of wood somewhere in here. You haven’t spotted it, have you?”

[sharcarters]

“This is some purge level bullshit.”

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This was not how Sharon imagined telling Dinah that she was back in the States. (Though she hadn't really thought about how she'd tell anyone — part of her hoped that she'd drop into their lives out of nowhere and none of them would question it.) But she should have known better. From the way Steve had looked at her when he found her in Madripoor and the way Dinah had looked at her when she had found her — she had been missed. For better or worse, people had noticed her absence.

(But she had done this before, for work. Maybe for not as long — but this wasn't unusual, was it?)

"If it were, it'd only last for an hour and a half at most," Sharon huffed. The entire city was dark, the only thing that lit the streets other than people's phones was the light reflecting from the moon. "This is the kind of shit I'd except in Gotham." It was the edge of a joke, she might have laughed if she didn't look at Dinah with something like expectation in her eyes. "Tell me that you've dealt with something like this before."

[vengeancedemons]

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He hadn’t even really wanted to come. Weddings, to no one’s surprise, weren’t exactly Robbie’s idea of a good time. They always made him a little antsy, always made him shift and feel uncertain. This wedding certainly wasn’t one he figured he’d find himself at. He and Colleen had... some sort of a rapport between them, but he’d never even met her boyfriend. (Husband. Christ, he’d just watched them tie the knot.) Still... Daisy seemed to like this kind of stuff, and Robbie would’ve gone just about anywhere if it made her smile.

God. He was so fucked.

At least there was an open bar. He’d been making good use of it throughout the night, practically parked in front of it in order to send enough alcohol coursing through him to silence the Rider. The Devil, unsurprisingly, was even unhappier about attending a wedding than Robbie was. It made for an annoying orchestra of complaining in the back of his mind. He downed another drink.

Someone approached the bar, and he glanced over long enough to let the familiarity spark at the sight of her. “Lance,” he greeted with a nod. “Didn’t know you knew anybody here. Though...” He trailed off, glancing to the dancefloor where the groom seemed to be having far too good a time to be sober, “maybe you don’t. I hardly know anybody here, and I still got the damn invite. Rich people, huh?”

[sovietavenger-a]

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There were a lot of things that connected them. Moving pieces across the board. Clint and Oliver. Dinah and Steve. Tony and Zatanna. But they had never met in person. Not until today. Natasha had kept a cool distance from her, seeing her interact with the people that she considered family just in the corner of her eye — but now was as good a time as any to introduce herself. To pick at a thread that had interested her for some time but had been far removed from the life she had been living.

(There was time now, she told herself. Time to slip back into the person she had been before Germany. If that person still existed.)

Natasha stood just inside the flower shop, looking at the various flowers, her fingers gently touching the petals, naturally coming towards the red-toned flowers. The woman came towards the front and Natasha finally looked up to get a good look at her. “Do you have anything that says, I missed you, but I still think you’re a bastard? Hallmark said I’d have to design my own card.”

[glxrious-purpose]

‘ you know , before you kill him , you might want to hear what he has to say . ’ -- @heartheblackdamncanary​

It took either a good deal of bravery or a good deal of stupidity to attempt to steal from a god. But in the fool's defense, Loki had been disguised as an older man, so clearly he thought he had seen an easy target. Well, he knew the error of his ways now, for as soon as he had felt the intruding hand into his pocket, Loki had changed back into himself, catching the hapless mortal's arm and throwing him to the ground. He glanced over his shoulder upon hearing the woman's comment, and he offered her a small chuckle. While he did not appreciate the affront on his person, Loki was not so cruel as to kill a mortal just for that. "Please, what sort of benevolent god would I be if I dispatched someone so easily? I have no intention of killing him, my dear, so fear not. Though I do wonder why you believe he has some important information to impart?"

[mistressofmagic-a]

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Her social life was always a disaster. Few things ever went right and stayed right — but Dinah had been among the few that usually had. Even when she was jumping universes. Even when she was getting married in the middle of the night — Dinah was always there at the end of the day. And this time… Zatanna had let her down. She had let her down weeks ago (more than a year ago, if she was being honest) but she had been so wrapped up in her own drama she hadn’t had time to stop by.

(And Dinah deserved to have people In her life make time for her. Especially the people who called her sister — best friend — who would have wanted her right next to her at her wedding if she had any awareness of what had been happening…)

Zatanna showed up at the flower shop, overpriced take out in one hand and what was left of her pride in the other. “I brought food!” Obvious. A peace offering — also obvious. Zatanna walked put to the counter and put the plastic bag on it, looking at Dinah before glancing towards the door. “Any chance you can close early today?”

[capsparklefists]

“  i’m  in  spain…  but  the  ‘ s ‘  is  silent.  ” // @heartheblackdamncanary​​

The best part of patrol was, of course, punching things. The worst part was cleaning up the mess after things got punched. She didn’t dabble so much in street-level stuff these days, but, when in Rome, right?

She’d seen another hero mid-fight, looking like she could use some backup; she’d swept in. The sight of her, all flying, star-spangled spandex and glowing fists, had been enough to turn the tide, but there were a few more blows landed before it was all said and done. Gotta love that good old Kree DNA.

Carol chuckled and landed beside Dinah. 

“Funny,” she said. “Least they didn’t punch the dad jokes outta you.” With a sigh and a half-smile, she wiped a stray lock of hair from her forehead with the back of her hand.

“Need a hand? Or, like, an ice pack? I don’t really carry Advil on me, but I bet we could track some down.”

[ancientwonders]

@heartheblackdamncanary

The world changed in her absence. It was no surprise to her that it had, but it was surprising how quickly the world shifted. How the ground beneath the waves of the ocean were forced to the surface to create a new land for people. But while the face of the world was being reshaped with new land, other people had come back. Dinah had finally come home. The world might have changed, but the people she looked to as pillars in her life? They were all returning. Fate, for once, seemed to be kind. 

“Humanity never fails in its theatrics,” Diana commented from the front of the shop, peaking over some of the flowers at Dinah. “I’ve heard whispers—a lot of us are back. Do you think they need us back?” The Justice League. Diana trusted that Dinah would give an answer, no matter how she thought Diana might react. But Dinah was… she was far more in touch with the world around her. Connected to people in a way that Diana feared she never would be. Everything about her put her at a large distance from most people. And Dinah? She had always been an anchor. Keeping Diana’s feet and head right where they should be.

[rictorscales]

“ there’s a difference between confidence and arrogance. ” // @heartheblackdamncanary

Rictor had been getting lectures for just about as long as he could remember. Back in Mexico, they tended to revolve around what he ought to be doing for the family, tended to be things like you’re a Richter, and you will carry everything that comes with that regardless of how it makes you feel. The Right were fond of a different song and dance, were all about reminding him that in the end, he was going to do what they wanted, that the only thing he got a say in was how beat up he was while he was doing it. It wasn’t until Wolverine dragged him out of there and to the X-Men that the lectures started coming with an undercurrent of concern towards his well being, with quiet reminders that you could have been killed, Julio, what were you thinking and worried eyes to match. Rusty had always been good at those. 

Dinah was kind of giving him a run for his money.

Ric groaned, throwing an arm across his face to block out the light. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it,” he sighed, trying his hardest to become one with the couch cushion. He’d been near her place when he stumbled drunkenly away from the bar fight, and knocking on her door for a place to crash in order to ensure the guys who he’d been fighting didn’t find him to finish the job had sounded like a good idea at the time. He was kind of regretting it now. Should’ve just slept in a dumpster someplace, he thought bitterly, wrinkling his nose. “Don’t take on five guys at once if you’re not gonna quake ‘em, that’ll be the new rule. You’ve solved it! Now, can the rest of this speech be quieter? My head’s killing me here.”

[the-hellblxzer]

“ i think i’m starting to lose it. ” -- @heartheblackdamncanary​

"Lose what, yer voice? I sure wouldn't complain if that's th' case," John said, smirking around his cigarette. Seriously though, he understood where Dinah was coming from. It always seemed like he was losing it, so much that he questioned whether he still had anything to lose. But what had made her start to feel that way? "So what's makin' you feel like yer losin' it? Can't be th' shit I usually see, 'specially since I know yer way tougher than I am. Those demons'd turn tail if you stared at 'em for more'n five seconds." They would run even quicker if she screamed at them. "This got anythin' ta do with Ollie? Not that it’s me business, but..." He shrugged.

[twentyninetynines]

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Miguel had known Zatanna a while now, even if he hadn’t known her the way he knew her now until recently. They’d been friends long before they were family, and he’d learned to read her voice even before he had the inside knowledge necessary to recognize his mother’s tones hidden inside it, before he came to understand why the dialect sounded so familiar. It meant when Zee called him to tell him she had to cancel on their plans to pick up Dinah, he recognized the note of panic in her voice. It meant his heart didn’t stop pounding even when his grandmother texted him that Dinah was okay, meant he stared at his ceiling for hours imagining worst-case scenarios, meant his arms itched and his throat burned in a way they hadn’t for a while now.

It meant he had Lyla do some light hacking to ping the location on Dinah’s phone, meant he swung and scaled buildings until he was on the balcony of a swanky apartment remembering the texts in which she’d talked about her rich boyfriend, meant he paced around the small space for ten minutes or so until he worked up the courage to push the door open and slip inside. He paused, glancing around briefly to confirm that the room had only one occupant and that it was a familiar one, then slipped off his mark. “Heard you were laid up,” he said in way of greeting, trying (and probably failing) to keep his tone casual. “Nice digs. Lot better than anything I’ve ever been stuck with while recovering. Are those silk sheets?”

[impulselantern]

“ so you’ve resorted to orbs now? ” // @heartheblackdamncanary​

The thing about Lanterns, Simon was finding, was that there wasn’t much of a shot at being mediocre. You could be a legendarily good Lantern, a Hal Jordan, John Stewart type... or you could be on the other end of the spectrum. A Sinestro kind of guy who went off the rails and nearly tore the whole goddamn system to the ground. In all of Simon’s research, in all his digging, he’d never really found much to suggest there was an in between there. And if his choices were being legendarily good or legendarily bad? Simon was well aware what his odds were.

So he was... practicing. And he didn’t do that often. Usually, things came pretty naturally to Simon, but the ring was different. It was endlessly complicated, and it wasn’t exactly the kind of thing he could take apart with his toolkit to find out the inner workings. (God, he was pretty sure the other Lanterns would kill him for thinking that.) He was practicing his constructs with such an attentive air that he didn’t realize someone was approaching until they spoke, causing him to jump nearly a foot in the goddamn air. He absolutely did not let out a surprised yelp. It was more of a manly squeak, really. A very brave manly squeak. “It’s not an orb,” he protested, bringing the construct in closer. “It’s... Well, it’s gonna be an ice cream cone. In a minute. I thought it’d be fun.” And Kyle had taught him that pie constructs could be weaponized, so... why not ice cream? It was the same general idea, wasn’t it? “Why? Does Hal make orbs? Or John? Should I be making orbs?”

[sharcarters]

‘ you’re a terrible shot. ‘

@heartheblackdamncanary

"Are you stalking me, Lance?" It would have been softened as a joke if Sharon didn't know that Dinah had been at her apartment. She hadn't asked Steve about what they talked about yet — but she had seen Dinah on the footage outside her door. (Paranoia, her friends had told her. It was crazy to have cameras — and yet, paranoia paid off.) Her mind was flooded with an assortment of thoughts, starting with how did Dinah find her when she had her place registered under an assumed name, to throwing a tantrum because she was going to have to move to keep herself from being exposed.

"If you want an explanation, go talk to Helena." But it had been pointed out to her in a blunt fashion that those two weren't talking anymore. Sharon had been gone for five years and something had broken there. (Plus, talking to Helena wouldn't help here. Sharon had taken the shot, Helena had only threatened it.) "And you're not dead, Dinah, so I think I'm a pretty good shot. Through and through in the shoulder, right? I hit exactly where I meant to."

[daisyquakes]

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Daisy hadn’t been doing the ‘hero’ thing for a while. Most people looked at her with a distrustful eye and she couldn’t blame them — after all, her most notable appearances to the public, other than being the poster child for the Accords and Inhumans, it was her robbing banks or getting arrested. But tonight, someone took a chance on her. Daisy wasn’t sure if they trusted her, but Daisy was willing to take a chance on it. At least until the guy who had been caught out tonight was pushed up against a wall and pleading for mercy from the woman — Black Canary. “Wait—” Daisy stepped in, the world seemed a lot louder tonight. It wasn’t just people’s bodies she was hearing, wasn’t just the earth beneath her feet, there was a thumping that came with it too now. “It wasn’t him — he’s telling the truth.” Daisy didn’t know how to explain it, but his heartbeat... something about it made Daisy believe. 

[glxrious-purpose]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— i s2g i’m punching you so hard the next time i see you.  -- @heartheblackdamncanary

[Unknown] Very flattering, but I would like to know what I have done to deserve such treatment first. [Unknown] As it happens, I would like to know if I have even seen you once, let alone there being a "next time."