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𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙺𝙰 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙻 — I miss you , Have I told you that yet?

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I am a huge fan of retiring to my quarters

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nsfw parallax Hal/green lantern Kyle

Hal pulls out after what feels like forever, after filling Kyle's insides with his come. He's panting, and Kyle feels a little vindicated over that--he didn't manage to make Hal truly lose control for long enough to make his suit dissipate like his own did, but at least the fucking left Hal winded. At least there's that.

Kyle bites his lip raw when the head of Hal's cock finally pops out of his ass. He's so sensitive, and tired, tired in a way he's never been. It feels like his ass is both melted and on fire. When there's an uncomfortable wetness trickling down his thigh, he can't help but whine in discomfort.

Fuck.

He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. He needs a second. Just a second. It's hard to believe his first time with a man has just happened like this. Sure, it was hot as fuck. And he was so hard it hurt. But--he still feels used. He doesn't...

It's insane, maybe, but he doesn't want Hal to go away.

Just as Hal lowers Kyle's legs back onto the ground, stepping back to tuck his cock back inside his pants, Kyle surges forward, clinging onto Hal's shoulders as his knees wobble. "Don't leave," he half whines, half begs, still thinking with his dick to feel shame over how needy he's being. "Please don't leave me."

Hal lifts an eyebrow. His cape is still sort of draped over the two of them. "You don't know what you're saying."

"Hal," Kyle's not above beginning. He's also still clinging onto Hal. "Please. Don't leave."

"Jesus, kid, you're acting like I just took your virginity." Hal freezes. He stares down at Kyle in horror. With his white sideburns, wrinkles around his eyes and stern face, Kyle feels like he's starting to understand the appeal of being into older men. He thinks he's now definitely into older men. "Don't tell me this was--"

Kyle steps in closer, wrapping his arms around Hal's neck. He sighs. "You'll stay then, right?"

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You ever just read a comic and you’re just please break up please break up please break up please break up please break up please break up-

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i had a nightmare in which because of the new superman movie dc decided to mass edit all guy comics to retroactively make him blond forever and always and in fandom it got to the point that if you posted a picture from comics before the Big Edit then you were engaging in discriminatory practices against blondes.

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What if… hal and kilowog,,

Hal understands what it like to miss family. He understands that very well. As he watches Kilowog cook food that could feed a whole battalion despite knowing no one else will want to eat it with him, Hal thinks force of habit is a terrible thing.

Sometimes, on the rare occasions he cooks for himself, he still sets things on the counter just like his mother did. His choice of beer is the same as his father's. He remembers sitting at a table and passing along food to his siblings. So Hal knows. Of course he knows how lonely it is.

With an easy going smile, Hal uses his ring to drape an apron over himself, stepping into the kitchen. Kilowog stops stirring the brown-red porridge for a second, the only sign that he's surprised someone's willing to stay by his side. Hal pats the big alien's back before placing his hand atop the other's, swiftly taking over the stirring.

If he has anything, that's an abundance of will.

"So, chef," he says, knowing Kilowog is giving him the most honest smile he's given anyone here, "what are we eating?"

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The thing that kills me the most about Green Lanterns in DC is that by all means and technicalities they should be a bigger threat than Superman or Wonder Woman -- as long as they keep that ring in their possession, that is, and even then it's really damn hard for a GL to lose control of their ring.

Even if they somehow get the body part with the ring (as long as it's not a vital one like the head) chopped off, they SHOULD still be able to control it because the ring answers to the wearer's willpower.

And you get these things in the actual Green Lantern comics, where they are allowed to be cosmic horror levels of powerful and unstoppable. As soon as they're placed in a comic where any other character, but mostly Batman, is the main focus, the writers immediately put all kinds of power blockers on the Lanterns to the point that it's contradictory.

They are more than cosmic level threats, and they also face cosmic level threats on the daily. But if they (along with Flash, tbh) were allowed to be as powerful as they really are outside their main comics, the other writers wouldn't really have much of a story to tell where Batman somehow defeats everyone with the power of prep time and deus ex machina.

And this kills me because if you don't actually engage with the source material that is Green Lantern comics, you end up with a wild misrepresentation of how powerful they truly are, and how in control they must remain at all times underneath the witty comebacks, the sexy poses, the homoeroticism and the jokes.

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hi yes I'd like to order a fucking break for the next million years please. thankyou.

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hi yes I'd like to order a fucking break for the next million years please. thankyou.

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Hal looks at himself in the mirror. There are frown lines between his eyebrows, next to the corner of his lips, crows' feet next to his eyes.

Hal looks at himself in the mirror, thinking he's as old as his dad was when he died. Hal never thought he himself would live to be older than his dad.

Hal looks at himself in the mirror and he doesn't see the reflection of a good man. He doesn't think he ever truly was. But with the blood of the Corps in his hands and the radioactive dust of blown up Coast City in his lungs, there's no denying the lack of goodness in him.

He's outlived his father. He's outlived his mom.

Hal drapes an old towel over the mirror. He doesn't need to look at himself anymore.

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minor tumblr user's carrd: over 25 dni!!

25 year old who was going to prey on this minor: oh damn 😔 here I was planning to groom them but i can't because of their dni 😔 what a shame 😔😔😔😔😔

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love is stored in the loving room

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*scrolling tumblr* hmmm. i agree with the sentiment of this post, but the phrasing feels off to me. it doesn’t really have that Reblog factor, you know? *scrolls* oh good, a post that just says “i jerk off till my penis scrweam” . i better reblog this

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If you don’t like rice then idk man get well soon I guess

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Hal looks at himself in the mirror. There are frown lines between his eyebrows, next to the corner of his lips, crows' feet next to his eyes.

Hal looks at himself in the mirror, thinking he's as old as his dad was when he died. Hal never thought he himself would live to be older than his dad.

Hal looks at himself in the mirror and he doesn't see the reflection of a good man. He doesn't think he ever truly was. But with the blood of the Corps in his hands and the radioactive dust of blown up Coast City in his lungs, there's no denying the lack of goodness in him.

He's outlived his father. He's outlived his mom.

Hal drapes an old towel over the mirror. He doesn't need to look at himself anymore.