[ID: a meme redraw of Kara Zor El and Barbara Gordon from DC comics. Kara faces the viewer with a grin on her face as Babs seemingly lifts her up and sandwiches her face between Kara’s breasts with a wicked smirk. An arrow pointing at Kara reads, “Flying” and a second arrow pointing at Babs reads, “Can’t believe she’s doing this.” They are in their Batgirl and Supergirl costumes. The background is a pale shade of blue. End ID]
starting a campaign (my pre-crisis karababs agenda)
[Image ID: The narration reads “But suddenly, another dynamic figure makes a swooping entrance” as Batgirl swung into frame, catching the limp Supergirl before she could hit the ground. The surprised henchman in the foreground exclaims, “It’s Batgirl!”
Steadying Kara to her feet, Barbara didn’t get go of her grip on Kara’s forearm and leaned in to make sure she was feeling fine, “You okay, honey?” Kara steadies herself, one hand coming up to rub at her temples, and says, “Y-yes! I’m out of range of the Kryptonite now… My strength is returning!”]
[ID: Fanart of Absolute Stephanie Brown from DC comics. She is in her Robin uniform and drawn against a rectangular blue backdrop over a white background. She places her hands in her pockets and smiles at the viewer. End ID]
[ID: Fanart of Duke Thomas from DC comics framed like stained glass. He is shown shirtless from the waist-up as he caresses his shoulder and looks down with a pensive expression. A sun is drawn around his head, centering him. End ID]
[ID: Fanart of Barbara Gordon and Kara Zor El from DC comics as Batgirl and Supergirl. Babs sits back on the ground with a flustered expression as Kara leans into her and winks. The background is tan and a speech bubble filled with hearts and an exclamation point is drawn next to Kara. End ID]
i imagine that this was early into their friendship, so barry wasn’t used to hal’s… sense of humor
tip jar
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Panel 1: Hal is grabbing a deodorant out of his locker, his GL suit disappearing in a band of green light to reveal civilian clothes. Barry, in full Flash garb, opens up his own locker, and Hal tries to make small talk: “You probably go through deodorant like crazy, huh.”
Panel 2: From the POV of the lockers, Barry pulls back his cowl and says: “Eh. It actually takes a lot for me to work up a sweat.” The band of green light continues to dematerialize Hal’s GL suit, but his mask remains. Putting on deodorant, Hal responds: “Really? I guess that makes sense. High speed, high stamina.”
Panel 2: From the POV of the lockers, Barry pulls back his cowl and says: “Eh. It actually takes a lot for me to work up a sweat.” The band of green light continues to dematerialize Hal’s GL suit, but his mask remains. Putting on deodorant, Hal responds: “Really? I guess that makes sense. High speed, high stamina.”
Panel 3: Hal caps his deodorant when he suddenly lights up, an idea popping into his head in the form of a lightbulb.
Panel 3: Hal caps his deodorant when he suddenly lights up, an idea popping into his head in the form of a lightbulb.
Panel 4: Hal nods in Barry’s direction and says with a playful grin: “I bet girls love it.”
Panel 5: Barry leans back to look at Hal and, as if he isn’t sure he heard correctly, asks: “What?” Hal’s face is partially obscured off-screen, hidden in shadow and his locker door, keeping a small grin to himself.
Panel 6: Hal drags it out: “I’m just saying…” He puts a hand on the locker door, his mask beginning to dissipate. “Girls like a guy that can last…”
Panel 7: Shutting the locker door, Hal turns his head towards Barry and gives him a suggestive smile. “…and it’s not just girls.” The last of his mask evaporates, framing the corner of his eye with a sparkle.
Part 8: Barry is taken aback, red in the face and sweating profusely. A lightning bolt strikes the back of the panel like a spiking heart rate as question marks surround him.
Panel 9: Hal grins delightedly, hands in his pockets all casual like his little joke didn’t give Barry a mini-heart attack: “Ha! Guess it doesn’t take much after all!” Barry’s expression is unreadable under his blush, but his shoulders are drawn up and hunched in defeat. He responds in a wordless ellipsis, but the sweating speaks for itself.
[ID: Illustration of Clark Kent in a red dress with fluffy white accents, white gloves, and brown boots. He is sitting down in front of a Christmas tree holding one of the ornaments. He is posed and winking at the camera. END ID]
sometimes you just realize you can draw whatever you want and that is freeing
[ID: 2 GIFs from X2. 1: a bird’s eye shot of Bobby Drake’s family sitting in their living room. His father says, “What exactly are you a professor of, Mr. Logan?” 2: a closeup of Logan saying deadpan, “Art.” end ID]
[ID: Two soft children’s book illustrations. In the first, a tortoiseshell cat with a white belly sits on an older white woman’s lap, leaning into her body and rubbing its face on her. The woman is petting the cat. “I’m sitting on her,” is written along the edge of their bodies.
In the second picture, the cat is curled up in the woman’s lap, on top of a blanket. She is still being pet by the woman. Along the woman’s arm is written, “I’m singing my song inside of my fur,” and off to the side, "Purr… purr… purr… purr…” End ID.]
[image description: a digital illustration of blackfire and terra from teen titans, in a canyon under the starry nighttime sky. blackfire floats a bit above terra, and they exchange blushing smiles.]
[ID: Comic panels showing an interaction between Captain America and Thor. They are sitting across from each other at a table and Thor has many empty glasses in front of him.
Thor: When was the last time we saw one another?
Steve: What? I don’t understand…
Thor: Humor me.
Steve: We fought against the Knull and his armies, we faced the Phoenix Force, we…I’m sorry Thor, I don’t understand. Why do you ask?
Thor, taking a large drink from his glass: Because I don’t. I don’t remember. You see…Immortality…It comes with a price. A moment for you…A battle, a war, a minute, a day…They are remembered seconds for me. I remember them as a mortal would recall what he had for breakfast years ago…It is why…Why I am always so grateful to see you…You and the others…My perception of time…Each time I return to Midgard…To fight by your side…I am always so glad that you are all still alive. /End ID.]
We have, all of us, forgotten something. Forgotten how hard it is to believe in the dream. To hold onto the dream in the face of chaos. How hard it is to truly be American. We have forgotten that true freedom is a problem. A question, not an answer. Freedom from what? For what? And having lost our way in the storm, we found shelter. An antidote for the chaos. This is not the story you see in the papers… Hydra conquered the people. That is the story they tell.
ID: 2 edits of Marvel’s Steve Rogers in his super suit over a white-blue gradient background. In the 1st edit, he’s shown shoulders-up, his shield held on his back, looking upward. In the 2nd he’s shown torso-up, a bent knee visible, looking to the low side with a frown. One hand is holding his shield & the other is in a fist. End ID.
[ID: Two edits of Jean Grey. In both she is framing her face with her hands, emitting red light from her head and over a light green background. In the first her eyes are closed and in the second they are closed. /End ID.]
[ID: Four comic edits of Bucky and Nat against a red gradient background. The first shows Natasha giving Bucky’s metal arm a heart tattoo on the shoulder, matching her black widow tattoo. The second shows Natasha saying, “Get up, Barnes. We’re leaving. The third shows them somewhat entangled– with Nat’s arm wrapped around Buck’s head. The fourth and final edit shows Bucky with his head down, hair obscuring his face. he is saying, "Sorry, Tasha. I am seriously off-mission–” /End ID.]
