#named john green

[sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog]

Who are you ...

It's complicated, vegaslivewithninon.

I am a coffee company. Specifically, I am the world's best coffee company. We source incredible coffee beans, roast them perfectly, and send them to your house.

Best of all, the awesome coffee club donates 100% of its profit to charity--through this model, combined with our socks and our soap, we've been able to donate over $5,000,000 to fight child and maternal mortality.

But one thing corporations go to great lengths to hide is that they are actually made out of people. Like, when Wendy's tweets, that is not actually a sentient version of the restaurant Wendy's. It is actually a person or group of people who is being paid by Wendy's.

And so in addition to being the awesome coffee club, I am also a human being, just like Wendy's is made out of human beings. Specifically, I am a novelist and essayist and youtuber and tumblr veteran named John Green.

So sometimes I am John Green and sometimes I am a coffee company. I contain multitudes. I guess it's possible that you feel a lot of stability in who you are, vegaslivewithninon, but I do not. I feel a distinct lack of stability.

[sandflakedraws]

impromptu nap pile

[forbeswho]

[not-another-robin]

I ❤️ making designs for the show that lives in my head

[lulublack90]

Prompt 19 - First Kid

@wolfstarmicrofic January 19, word count 458

Sirius looked down at the perfect baby girl in Remus’s arms. Her hair was a fiery red, and she stared up at him with the most brilliant emerald green eyes. 

“What should we call her?” Remus whispered as he gently stroked her perfect cheek. 

“If you name her after a flower, I’m taking her back,” Lily warned as she collapsed back into the soft pillow. They chuckled under their breath. There was no way Lily was having her now she was in their hands. She was theirs. 

“Seren,” Remus said and Sirius swore her eyes flicked to Remus when he said it. “It means star in Welsh, so a nod at my heritage and also in keeping with Sirius’s family tradition,”

“Seren,” Sirius tried out the name. 

“Room for two more?” James asked as he walked in with Harry holding on tight to his hand. 

“Sure is,” Sirius said, unable to take his eyes off his daughter. 

“Hi, love,” James said, kissing Lily’s forehead before moving to get a peek at the new arrival. 

“Hi, baby,” Harry waved his little hand at the bundle in Remus’s hand. Sirius bent down and picked Harry up so he could see better. 

“This is your little cousin, Seren,” He told the toddler. Harry moved his mouth from side to side as he considered the baby. 

“Hi, Seri,” He said sweetly, slowly reaching out and touching the thick thatch of red hair on her head. “So soft,” He squirmed in Sirius’s arms wanting to be put down, so Sirius set him on the floor and watched as he rushed over to Lily in the bed. “Mummy I have a cousin, she’s Seri,” He puffed his little chest up proudly.

“Ha, Seri and Siri,” James laughed loudly. Seren grumbled at the sound, her little face scrunching up as she woke up. “Oops, sorry,” James apologised. 

“Daddy, you have to be quiet!” Harry chastised James. 

“Sorry, kiddo,” James said, picking his son up and squeezing him in a big hug. 

“Give her here,” Lily said, holding out her arms for Seren. “She’s due a feed anyway,” And reluctantly, Remus handed her over.

Sirius moved closer to Remus, and Remus held him close as they watched Seren feed. He couldn’t believe how perfect his life was right now. He couldn’t wait to get her home. He’d never be able to repay Lily for this gift she’d given them.

It was his turn to hold Seren once she was finished feeding. He carefully took her from Lily’s arms and ever so gently began to rock her, humming David Bowies Prettiest Star to her, watching as her green eyes grew tired and slowly closed as she drifted back off to sleep. He was so, so, so happy.

[bearforceone3]

john and katma doodle because this polar vortex is kicking my ass rn

[faefox9s-incorrect-quotes]

[defnotcatgrass]

[prettyboykatsuki]

✮ tags ; fem reader, historical fiction (time period typical commentary about gender), bantering / romantic tension, smoking cigarettes, indirect kiss, enemies to lovers if you squint, a vague age gap hejkfdjks

✮ a/n ; i cant believe myself but i needed to get it out of my fucking brain.

"Aren't very good at being stealthy, are you Mr. Marston?"

His eyes linger on your frame longer than he'd like them too. You're still in your night clothes, and dawn has yet to break. Up earlier than he's used to seeing you. Up brushing his horse, of all things. Old Boy's nothing but tender under your care.

The faint mist of morning touches his skin, turns him cold. You oughta be even colder like that, but it doesn't show on your face.

He scoffs a little, hands tucked into his pockets. "Wasn't trying to be. Nobody's up this early so I though we had some unwanted company."

"I guess I still count for that, huh?"

“Oh, shut up would you?”

You giggle back to him in reply. It’s rare to hear. Normally when you're laughing, it's a lot coarser. Always so rowdy. He doesn't mind how you sound now. He sits on a log nearby, watching you as you pat the horse gently. Brushing it's mane and whispering words quiet enough that he can't hear over them over the crackle of the freshly lit campfire.

He can't see your face in the dark either, not well. But you're smiling.

"He likes you more than he likes me," He mumbles.

"A woman's touch or somethin' like that," You reply back. John laughs sardonically.

"A woman? Hardly. Got plenty of other options if that's what he needs."

You shoot him an unimpressed look, brows furrowed. Most women would be pissed at him for saying so. John wouldn't say it to anyone but you, he figures. You hardly look mad though, if a little displeased.

You rifle through the horses saddle (with all of John's things, not even bothering to ask him permission) until you find some sugar cubes. The horse makes a pleasant noise as you coo at him, opening your hand up to feed him.

"But he's eating out of my hand all docile anyway," You give John a furtive glance, smile pulling at the corners of your lips "Reminds of somebody,"

Yeah. Right. He bets it does.

For how much you and John argue and for how much you get on each others nerves, he can admit to himself that he spends more time looking at you then looking away. He can't understand it himself. Makes him feel guilty. He ain't much of a good man. He ain't much of anything. A decent marksman, a fine swindler. Not much else.

The flame paints your face orange-yellow in the light. Not enough for you. Not in anyway. But he can't keep his eyes from memorizing you . Always noticing the way you look back at him. All tender. You can be a lot of things when you want to be, but he doesn't often catch it.

It's hard to ignore when he does. "Don't you have things to do, Mr. Marston? Your turn to stand watch today, isn't it?"

He wants a little longer with you. He frowns at you. "Mr. Marston? You call everyone their name but me."

"Does it bother you?"

Course it does. That's what he wants to say. He looks around for his satchel and pulls a cigarette out from it along with a lighter. The flame sparks, looking away from you. "Just wondering why that is."

"Well, lets see," You stop tending to Old Boy after a few more lonesome pats, instead walking towards him close to the fire. You pour yourself a cup of coffee as you sit on the log adjacent. "Arthur's troubled when I say Mr. Morgan, says it makes him feel old. Mr. Smith is too formal for Charles, and Summers is... Summers. Same with Dutch, and Hosea and Bill. Mm, I guess that leaves Javier - but he's hardly a mister."

"And I am?"

You grin into your cup of coffee, not looking at him. "Course you are, Mr. Marston. What else would you have me call you?"

"My name would do you just fine."

"I like Mr. Marston. It's nice and formal, and well," You do peer up at him at him this time. "Young ladies are supposed to be prim and proper and formal, aren't they? At least from what I know. Shouldn't go around calling a man with a son by just his name now should I?"

Damn it. You're clever. "It's no wonder men lose their betting money to you."

"What are you saying now? Just trying to be mindful. Would you prefer I call you your name, Mr. Marston?"

You're doing it on purpose now. He sighs.

"Call me whatever you want," He says, giving up on it after a while as he takes another drag of his cigarette. You finish your coffee, bemused before empty out the grounds.

After, he watches as you saunter over to him. You bend forward, too close - bare skin inches away from prying eyes.

He's thankful everyone's asleep and not around to witness this.

You bend to him eye level, plucking the cigarette half-smoked from between his fingers and placing it between your lips. Your lips are smooth, shiny and plump and soft.

You hold it between your pointer and middle and take a deep inhale of smoke. The scent of tobacco floods his lungs again as you blow the remaining smoke out into his face, making him cough.

He stares at you wide-eyed and awe struck as your grin widens. A flush creeps up his face as he realizes where your mouths been, watching the end of butt of the cig get dark and stick between your lips.

"Thanks for the cigarette, John," You say, waving him off as you turn back towards your tent. "I'll see you at supper,"

John watches you smoke as you get yourself ready for the day, at the far end of the camp - adjusting something in his jeans. Damn you do something to him.

[2003donniefan]

This might already be proven or whatever but I don't read the comics (I'm broke! Tell me a website I could read for free though if any of y'all know any?) so~.

There's no way the Green lanterns (or each corp for that matter) don't have divisions?. Like the Green lanterns are basically the space police to really dumb it down but like?.

They gotta have, war green lanterns, science green lanterns, medical lanterns, gas planet lanterns or ice giant green lanterns like!? Sure they could probs all do it but c'mon? The green lanterns have definitely had to go to war against a species for one reason or another, they've traveled to planets and some members are probably better at traversing those planets and sectors better than others.

Like they all have strengths in one thing, weaknesses in others and there's no way those things haven't made a member be shit at one thing but good at the other. It would be why they all have partners or members they go with because that member can help with ones weakness and the other could be their strength you know?.

I'm donkey at explaining things but do you get it? Please let me know if any of y'all want me to elaborate on something or if you'd like to know about a specific thought that I might have thoughts on please.

[toasters0422]

Controversial opinion but I think The Handler from hit series I Expect You To Die would refer to his squishmallows by their tag name.

And Agent Phoenix would give them completely different, silly names.

As would Juniper, but only after forgetting the tag name and the new name changes every time due to forgetting.

[kryptonbabe]

"A good father. Something I'm not"

Oh Ollie...

From Green Lantern #8 (2006)

[adobe-outdesign]

popped open PLA for a little bit and found this weird horse

[feelingtheaster99]

I aspire to have the level of bit commitment that the prefrontal pi’s have to the alias Stacey Fakename

[talktalitha]

Every new bit of information I learn about Hank Green is more unhinged than the last. Bestie played some music the other day and I was like "hmmm that voice reminds me of chronic entrepreneur and YouTube science man Hank Green". Well guess what. He's LinkedIn famous. He's John Green's brother. He owns dftba. He has cancer. He uses that as an opportunity to teach us abt how chemo and cancer work. He might be the only ethical capitalist. He's even bisexual.

[mostsanescarletspiderfan]

You know that one panel of John going "this is why there isn't a kid lantern"? Yeah that's complete bullshit.

(green lantern: mosaic #4)

I mean not even counting Arisia, these guys were all chosen by John himself.