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Action Comics 419 Cover by Neal Adams

[evilhorse]

Alter Ego magazine #187

[helloeverything123]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[baenuit]

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/𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋**

𝖽𝖺𝗒¹ ─ 𝒂 ' 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋. uma flor originária das ilhas distantes localizadas em meu coração.

𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝖾𝗎 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼.

𝟳% 𝟢𝟦:𝟢𝟢𝖠𝖬 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅⁴

http://⠀⠀𝟭.𝟱𝟯⠀⠀⠀ㅤ𝖼𝗆.ㅤㅤ✿︎夏ㅤ

𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀, 𝗍𝗎&𝖾𝗎ᕯ

𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺̂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌ꓼ 𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗆𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈.

𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝖾́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗌 ── 𝘃𝗼𝗹¹

𝖽𝖺𝗒² ── 𝗈𝖼𝗍 , ✿︎皃. "my heart becomes a private island, just for my love for you to inhabit"

𝗇𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗆, ♥︎弱い ╲ 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌.

"eu construí o abismo; a ponte, e a velas para iluminar seu caminho até o meu coração". 23052024

random──bios

[hyolks]

CRASHERS !!

[elizabugz]

[taweetie]

Beyoncé and Solange for Essence and Harper’s Bazaar 2024

[grooviestguru]

another reason to love neil josten: when he’s stressed or overwhelmed he just… goes to bed???

[cyanparadis]

[linktoo-doodles]

marcilley

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Giant Size X-Men 1 Cover by Gil Kane and Dave Cockrum

[evilhorse]

Justice League of America #1 (Facsimile Edition)

[jamiethebeeart]

“But it’s not gay if he’s dead.” Danny’s head whipped around to stare down the street at two guys walking on the other side. He thought he was free of hearing that phrase ever again. Heart thudding in his ears, he crossed the street to tail these two guys. There was no way? Right? I mean Danny was something like 1,000 miles away from his hometown. There was no way two random guys in the big city of Gotham would’ve ever heard of –

“I don’t know man, it’s never been confirmed whether or not the “big guy” was actually… ya know?”

Danny seethed in frustration at the vague conversation. He stepped around a group of kids as he barely made the end of the crosswalk countdown.

“Nah, Red makes too many uncomfortable jokes about death to not have died.”

Danny sped up, weaving in between people to catch up before he lost the conversation in the din.

“It’s Gotham, we all make jokes about death.”

“Ya, but not like him. He seems to revel in them, like he actually kicked the bucket, permanent-like, not like those people who – I don’t know – cardiac arrest and are technically dead for a couple minutes until the EMTs get to them or whatever.”

A car puttered down the road – releasing a huge plume of exhaust in between Danny and the guys. Danny sighed, fully intending to return to his original path with the reassurance that they weren’t talking about Phantom. Then the next damned sentence came out of one of their mouths.

“Ok sure let’s say you’re right. Is it necrophilia if his body started decaying before coming back?”

‘Fuck it’ Danny thought as he turned back around. He had to see how this conversation ended – definitely not because the answer to that question kept him up night. Absolutely not. Call him a cat because he was just curious and not all at invested in the answer.

“Oh! Dude, shut the fuck up! Why would you – that’s disgusting! Are you kidding me!”

“Answer the question Mr. It’s Not Gay if He’s Dead – necrophiliac: yes or no?”

“No? Have you seen Red’s body? No way a dead guy could have muscles like that – I mean you gotta have working bodily functions right? To build muscles or whatever the fuck? Like have you seen his abs? Or, shit, just his arms - I mean swoon worthy, what I wouldn’t give to have him hold -”

“…….”

“- me…. What are ya looking at me like that for?”

“When, exactly, have you seen his abs.”

“Aaaah - that’s not the point –“

“Sure as hell hope that’s the point.” Red Hood stepped out of an alleyway they were walking past. Even with a helmet on, Danny swore the guy stared straight at him. He was so fucked getting caught listening in to this conversation – could he play it cool? Danny was cool right? Yeah, he could totally pull this off, act totally normal and keep walking. Hunching his shoulders some and turning his body away from the three men, he walked past. Or tried to. Red Hood caught the back of his shirt, stopping him from getting away. Unless Danny was willing to expose his powers to get out this situation, the best he could do was play dumb and hope Hood let him go without too much hassle.

“Boss!”

“Hey Boss – you didn’t happen to only hear the second half of that, did you?”

Red Hood growled, “the part about necrophilia or the part about my abs?”

Danny twisted his head back to see Goon #1 turn pale. “Uuuh – uh- um,” met Red Hood’s question.

A choreographed roll of the eyes, “Better question, why are you talking shit out on the streets and not paying attention to your little stalker,” Hood gestured to Danny.

“I’m not a stalker!” Danny huffed. His eyes widened. All three guys looked over at him. ‘SHIT’ Danny thought. He did not want to catch anyone’s attention more than he had, much less all three.

Goon No. 2 looked at him, as he resumed his squirming in Red Hood’s grasp, “So who are you?”

Danny glanced up to see Red Hood staring down at him. Today just wasn’t his day. “Hood,” Danny blurted out.

Silence. The tips of Danny’s ears turned bright red

“Uhm, I mean, a tourist?” “In Crime Alley, kid?”

"I'm not a kid," Danny muttered.

Hood shook Danny’s shirt hard enough to also shake Danny himself. “Try again. I’ve seen you around often enough to know that’s a lie.”

“It’s true!” Danny lied. “I was visiting the city, my wallet got pickpocketed with most of my money, so now I’m… kind of…. Stuck here? Indefinitely?”

Goon No. 1 laughed at him, “do ya think we’re dumb? You have a cellie right? No way you’re ‘stuck here’.”

“Exactly, so who do you work for? Penguin?” A jab towards Danny’s face. “Riddler?” Another jab and a step towards Danny. “Is it Two Face?” Another, even closer jab. Danny went cross-eyed looking at the finger in front of his nose.

“Back off,” Hood said. Danny breathed a sigh of relief at being given some space. And then the next words came out of Red Hood’s mouth, “Get lost you two – and stop gossiping on the street. And you-“ Hood turned back to Danny, “ – you’re coming with me.” Danny gulped. Today was going down as another shit day in the books for sure.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I hope you take this as the compliment it is intended to be, but you strike the same chord of irreverence-as-love, jokes-to-showcase-sencerity that I get from Chuck Tingle, and I adore both of you.

You have bestowed the greatest honour upon me.

[baenuit]

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𝐈𝐕. 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌.

poesias expressasꓼ resultado de meus sentimentos ardentes por ti.

𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝑙𝑙𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈; 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖾𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺.

𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 ❀ 手勢. 𝖽 ' 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒.

𝗌𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗌𝑖𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗋𝖺, 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈²

paréidolie (s.f) é fixar enlevo no olhar perante as pequenas coisas; onde o fascínio toma conta, o amor também tem dessas.

𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾──𝑓𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𑆅組合 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗈𝖼𝖾.

𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾̀ ㅤ꯱꯱ 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗁𝖺̃𝗌.

𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾́𝗅𝑖𝗋𝖾𝗌; 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂́𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂́𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗌.

nos momentos de fraqueza, eu poetizo. compartilho com minh ' alma aonde tropecei, para que assim, eu possa consertar.

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