so I was thinking it would be funny if we all changed our tumblr icons for a day when the Lanterns tv show airs (early August 2026). if you guys remember mishapocalypse, it would be the same except with a picture of Hal Jordan. A halapocalypse, if you will.
With others from the Gay Lantern Corps server we thought it'd be funny if we all used this pic:
as the icon for that day.
SO, if you agree that it'd be funny, pleeeeeeeaaseeeeee join us! the more, the merrier!!
"Hello, Kyle," Hal Jordan said. He was wearing the uniform Kyle had put his memorial statue in, the sleek green singlet, the black pants. His hair was shot with grey at the temples. He was smiling gently. "Thought I'd welcome you to the JLA," he continued. "Maybe clear up a few misapprehensions." Hal's eyes crinkled kindly behind his mask. "You've done a great job filling in for me, really. Took on the ring like a champ. But I think we both know that's not really what you're cut out for."
okay this isn't what anyone was looking for from me nearly a full calendar year since my last DC fic but it's what you're getting! the stars aligned, I was briefly able to write, and this is what I wrote. sometimes you read 120-odd issues of 90s-early 2000s comics and then you go to ao3 and you go wait. no one is writing Kyle giving his ambiguously dead ambiguously evil predecessor an ambiguous blowjob?? and then you roll up your sleeves and do it yourself. enjoy!
drew this halkyle inspired from GLv3 comics...even though these two were enemies at that time, Kyle actually kept understanding and empathizing with Hal’s situation through the stories from those who came before him. and without even realizing it, Hal’s heart slowly moves closer to Kyle’s, like if those tragedies didn't happen, they'll become comrades, good friends, brothers or sth else, that really got to me…
also inspired from a song called 夜空中最亮的星, that's a really good one:)
@wajjs is putting a gun to my head and forcing me to post fic
(rated m)
read on ao3
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The text comes at 10:32, right when Kyle's shrugging on a sweater and getting ready to head out. He leans over his messy desk, frowning down at his phone. Send pics, it says, and Kyle’s eyebrows raise into his hair.
Are you drunk? He texts back.
Just want to see your pretty face, comes the reply from Kyle's first and only bar hookup.
Well, it can't hurt. Kyle rolls his eyes, and then opens his camera, snapping a quick selfie. Happy?
Shirt off
Come on baby
Let me see your pretty tits
Kyle gapes down at the message, cheeks flushing from either embarrassment or outrage. You didn't even see them last time.
Felt them, comes the immediate reply. You've got such a tight little body. Let me see it.
I should block you.
Sure
Tits first
Kyle shouldn't be doing this. Hal is obviously texting with one hand, and also, he's a weird old pervert who's at least half his age. Kyle has better things to do than sending nudes to a guy he hooked up with one time and then never saw again. The sweater drops halfway down his arms, and he fiddles with the hem of his shirt before dragging it up, fitting the edge between his teeth.
The selfie camera doesn't go back far enough. Kyle tries to to lean it against his laptop before he gives up and moves to his washroom, flipping the camera and taking a picture in the mirror, refusing to retake it even when it comes out a bit blurry. There, he sends vindictively. Happy?
Such a tease, Hal replies, and Kyle's belly curls with a warm, sudden heat. You can do better. Shirt off.
You can't be serious
I'm dead serious baby
You're so sexy
Can't stop thinking about you
Kyle exhales, shaky. Wow, you're desperate.
Yeah, Hal agrees shamelessly. Look at your little tits. Can't believe you hid them last time. You got a sensitive chest? Ever played with them?
Kyle ignores Hal's depraved messages, letting his sweater drop to the floor, and pulls his shirt off, too. He raises his camera to the mirror, taking a picture of his chest, and stares at his phone, finger hovering over the send button.
Bet you rub them when you jerk off
I remember the sexy sound you made when I touched them
I'll suck them next time
It'll feel so good
Don't be such a creep, Kyle says, and then sends the picture, heart hammering in his chest.
The best way to describe Hal and Kyle's relationship is that Hal wants Kyle to be his purse dog and Kyle wants to trap Hal like a stray cat and take him to the vet and shave all the mats out of his fur
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