As of today I'm going to be posting almost solely over at @stilloutofmyvulcanmind! There's a couple reasons for this.
1) This blog has been broken since the end of 2018. No original posts show up in searches, hell, you can't even find this blog through a tumblr search, and if you try to search my blog itself, you get nothing. Multiple emails to @staff have gone unanswered, so I'm done.
2) Since I mostly post DC stuff in my queue these days, I feel that most of the people who'd want to see that are following me over there
So if you want to see me be a Thirsty bitch for a whole bunch of Arrowverse characters and dwell at the bottom of the Batcan, go check my side blog out!
would you mind doing dating hal jordan headcanons?
A/N: Ok so this has been sitting in my ask box for, like, EVER? my inbox is where asks go to die But i’m a little bit in love with hal jordan I figured since I’ve been on a DC Comics kick for QUITE some time I might as well throw these out there, so here you all go, have my trash and treat it with care, even though the fanfic community on tumblr is dying and so am I.
I’ve read/watched quite a few different iterations of Hal in my day, so don’t really consider this based on one Hal in particular as much as it is.......the little amalgam Hal who lives in my head rent-free b/c he’s broke anyway.
Dating Hal Jordan Would Include:
So, here’s the tea
Hal rides the line between VERY hard to pin down in a serious relationship, and the King Of The Simps.
It’s almost incredible.
He has a confident personality, considering he’s one of the best of the “hold my beer” corps, so he’ll likely approach the beginning of the relationship in a very relaxed way, in that he loves you very much, but he’s a bit of a Sad Boi sometimes so he wants to make absolutely sure that you want him.
Once a little bit of time has passed maybe a month tbh, congratulations, you have yourself a little green puppy on a leash who will not let go for anything.
He’s very touchy and clingy-- if he’s not holding your hand or hanging off your shoulders or sitting you in his lap, he’ll probably die, so he’s not going to take any chances.
PET NAMES. GALORE. “GORGEOUS.” “BEAUTIFUL.” “HANDSOME.” “ANGEL.” “BABE.” His go-to is a casual “babe,” but he’s got like six billion and he’s never going to use your real name again unless it’s serious.
“Babe watch this!” *crashing sounds in the kitchen*
He will do ANYTHING for you, anything to make you think he’s cool, anything to keep you safe, anything to remind you he loves you (because telling you like sixty times a day is not enough).
This comes mostly from his dad-- Martin Jordan was the founder of Simp Kingdom and Hal is determined to live up to his father’s expectations of how he’d treat his partner.
Which means he has a gentlemanly side-- he’ll bring you little gifts and hold doors for you and all that cute shit.
But he’s also not going to give up the idea that he can charm his way out of getting yelled at for being dumb or getting hurt.
He never really stops flirting with you, like even years after you’ve been together, he has to keep it up or you’re going to throw him away like a toy you don’t want anymore.
you never would
Oliver and Barry had to talk him down from buying a ring in month three but he’s gonna get there. Eventually.
Basically, be ready for a ride or die, because that’s basically all Hal knows how to do.
Hi! I’m having a little trouble searching your blog for your fics - is there a second part to your Leonard McCoy series Will Love Win Out? I really enjoyed part one; I love the rapport that’s already built between the characters and the dynamic with the parents is ripe for hella angst. If there isn’t a part 2, would you ever consider continuing it?
Hey there! Thank you so much, I’m really happy you liked it! There isn’t a part 2 I’m afraid, and while never say never, it’s unlikely I’ll ever get it finished. Sorry!
*has video game open* hm i dont feel like playing this right now actually *closes it* man i wish i was playing video game right now *opens it again* hm i dont feel like playing this right now actually *closes it
vibes of that experimental time in animated kids movies: alt indie, gay, STRONG aesthetic, weirdly dark, epic world-building, gay again, found family as fuck, demon ladies, cat ladies, father issues, SHIPS AND STUFF
idk what was UP with this time period, but I want to embody whatever these vibes were into my very soul
How are you this evening, my dear? Very well. Only I wish you would not call me ‘my dear.’ Why? Because it’s what my father calls my mother when he’s cross about something. What endearments am I allowed? Well, let me think… ‘Lizzie’ for everyday, ‘My Pearl’ for Sundays, and… ‘Goddess Divine,’ but only on very special occasions. And… what should I call you when I am cross — ‘Mrs Darcy’? No! No. You may only call me ‘Mrs Darcy’ when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy. Then how are you this evening… Mrs Darcy?
Mrs Darcy… Mrs Darcy… Mrs Darcy… Mrs Darcy… Mrs Darcy.
Not to mention sanitation workers like janitors and trash collectors, keeping things sanitary is more important now than ever but I’ve barely seen anything praising them
“I’m a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it’s saved a few lives.”
I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide. I have a plan: I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.
I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.
But still here you are: you’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”
How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: trapped for years behind enemy lines. Your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.
And you’re still just going, “GIVE ME A STICK. I’M NOT DYING OUT HERE.”
“A cry for help” makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.
With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.
Every time I see this post I stop to read the whole image. It always helps — even on the good days.
Because it wasn’t weakness. It wasn’t shameful to seek help. It wasn’t pathetic to “cry for help”. I was looking for a stick, be that from myself or from someone else. I was trying to find a way out. I was trying to heal myself.
But you’re not lazy. Lazy is when you shrug things off because you can’t summon up the give-a-damn. When you’re curled up tight on your chair, at your desk, alone and grey and desperately wishing that you had your life in order, that you did all those things that you had to do, that it didn’t feel like breaking rocks just to feed and clothe yourself and get some sleep, that’s not lazy.
People don’t understand. You tell them “It’s Hard.” They tell you, “No it isn’t. You’re just lazy.”
You start to wonder if they’re right. Is breaking those rocks easy for everyone else? Are they that much stronger than you? They don’t look like they’re struggling. “Just try harder,” they say. But you’re trying. It’s not working. Breaking boulders in your path until you’re spent isn’t lazy, and you do it day after day.
You’re not lazy. Most people don’t have those rocks to break.They don’t even know what it’s like to have to break rocks to get things done. They don’t understand how hard you have to work, and how hopeless you feel, when you try and fail to do what they do easily. Things hard harder for you, they really are. And if those people had to deal with your problems they wouldn’t be doing any better.
You’re not lazy. You’re not weak. You’re fighting hard. I guess I just want you to know that I know that.”
character in fight scene: *restrains the opponent by twisting their arm/s behind their back and pinning them to the wall chest first with their own chest pressing against the opponents back*
Character in fighting scene: *restrains opponents arms in a lock hold with their own, entangling their arms together forcing their bodies to be pressed together and faces in close proximity*
