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ofkryptonians:
“I know, I just…I barely know you and I’m not really sure if this is just a good idea, that’s all, I don’t want to hurt anyone”
“It’s just training. I’m used to fighting people that are stronger than me, and I have a pretty high pain tolerance these days, so I’m sure it’ll be fine. Plus, it’ll be a good way to help you learn to keep your strength in control.”
“are you just gonna keep watching me do party tricks, or do you wanna spar? ‘cause i can do this all day, but it won’t really do anyone any good.” // @ofkryptonians
hey friends ! two things: one, my old sam blog is the main account for leo and sara’s sideblogs, so don’t panic if i like/reply to something from there!! and second, i’m dropping all of my threads for leo and sara, so consider this a starter call - like this post and reply with the character you’d like the starter from (and for, if you have multiple charas)
thereddestofrobins:
“– Are you saying it wouldn’t be bizarre?”
“Oh, no, it’d definitely be bizarre. Just not as bizarre as anyone going by Bananahammock.”
bartcnbartoff:
“– Ghosts. Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”
“That’s what I said when I heard, but apparently not.”
sara’s bucket list | task#4
teach / mentor someone on one of your skills
go ice skating
be an everyday superhero
make pizza from scratch
get a tattoo
bungee jumping
break a bad habit
take a cooking / baking class
start a payment chain, pay for the people behind you
adopt and play with the pets from the animal shelter
have a palm reading / tarot card reading
learn the alphabet in sign language
make a fort in an apartment lounge
make your own ice cream
play twister with paint
draw with sidewalk chalk
try a weird food combination
make milkshakes / smoothies in different flavours
make the ultimate board game
go an entire conversation speaking with helium voice
change up your clothing style for a day
learn how to make flower / ribbon leis
bartcnbartoff:
“– Yep. Super fuckin’ weird. Heard there were mermaids. Something about zombies too.”
“Don’t forget the ghosts.”
thereddestofrobins:
“– He’d have to change his costume, of course. It’s just bizarre to be called Bananahammock and not be wearing one.”
“Yeah, that’ll be the part that’s bizarre.”
- [ && it is a fearful thing to love what death can touch ] -
bartcnbartoff:
“– Got a tip from the guys in black. Suspicious activity. You?”
“I’m more of a freelancer myself,” she admits, very pointedly not thinking about the team she’d left behind after her sister’s death. “I’ve been patrolling a couple of nights a week. There’s something weird about this town.”
thereddestofrobins:
“– Hm, good point, good point,” Tim grinned, pretending to consider alternatives. “– How about just Bananahammock? You can say that really fast if you’re trying hard enough.”
She lets out a genuine laugh, shaking her head. “Oh, he’d hate that one.”
bartcnbartoff:
“– You too, Lance. You here for the same reason as me?”
“Depends on why you’re here, I guess.” She’s pretty sure the answer isn’t going to be running away from memories of my dead sister, but then again, you never know.
thereddestofrobins:
Tim makes a face – anyone describing Damian as ‘nice’ is sorely misinformed in his educated opinion. “– I feel it. I’m still sore that he’s not genuinely going by Robin Hood. Or Legolas. But then, I guess in the latter case there’s copyright issues and stuff, and frankly ‘Arrowman’ seems kinda misleading, it’s not like he dresses as an arrow. And there’s all these issues with ‘Bowman’, like, people would wanna call him ‘Bow-man’ as in ‘to take a bow’ rather than ‘to tie a bow’. But in all honesty if he wants to change it again, he should look into a public polling system. Twenty bucks says his name would become Princess Consuela Bananahammock if he did that.”
She catches the face he makes, and raises an eyebrow. “What, you know him, too?” The idea of a public poll makes her laugh. If she’s heard correctly, and Oliver really has been elected mayor, then that idea is potentially possible. At least, it would be, if it was anyone other than Ollie under the hood: he had hated it enough the first time he’d let the public name him. “You know, something tells me he wouldn’t like that very much. Besides, it doesn’t roll off the tongue very well: there’s no way he’ll be able to get that mouthful out before the bad guys started going at him.”
bartcnbartoff:
“– Barton. Clint Barton. Or Hawkeye if you’re feeling fancy. You?”
“Sara Lance. And White Canary, sometimes. Nice t’meet ‘cha, Barton.”
thereddestofrobins:
“– Oh, hey, nice! Um. Yeah, once, he kinda saved my life. Robin’s kind of a jerk, though. How about you? Did you ever meet uh…is it Green Arrow or just Arrow these days?”
“Really? He seems like the nicer one to me.” She laughs, shrugging her shoulders. “Last I heard it was Green Arrow, but who knows? The guy changes his name, like, every other week. But yeah, we’ve crossed paths a couple times. He’s kind of an ass.”
ofcoldhands:
Leonard’s mouth tightened, a throat swallowing thickly around nothing with a dry click as he tried to force himself to remain impassive. Though, when had that ever worked for him? Impassivity wasn’t something he went in for no matter how hard he tried. Still he pulled back to look at her face, smile sardonic and familiar on his face, “I don’t think you heard me, I’m not one of your ghosts. I never was. You didn’t kill me, I did that all on my own like the big boy I am.” His smile softens, just a bit, and he relaxes the tense line of his mouth, the hitched weight of his shoulders, hands large and encompassing over her back, half tangled in blonde hair. “I don’t know how I got here, one minute I’m caught in the explosion, the next I’m not.” He doesn’t lie but he doesn’t say how many times he was caught in the explosion. Reliving the same day over and over, playing out all the different scenarios that still ended in him caught with the Oculus afraid of what would happen if he wasn’t the one in the blast.
Sara looks up at him ruefully, a scowl that’s bordering on playful rather than irritated appearing on her lips. He’s right, and she knows it (at least, she does somewhere deep, deep down.) The knowledge had been smothered by her grief, but seeing him again reminded her of the progress she’d made and the healing she’d done on board the Waverider. “Yeah,” she says slowly, “if by big boy you mean big, self-sacrificing dumbass.” The sentence is followed by a light punch to his chest, and she lets herself fall back into the hug.
There’s something off about his explanation - Sara knows how to tell the truth from a lie, and this feels like neither - but she decides to put off questioning until a later date. “There’s something strange about this town. I’ve met a few people who claim to have died and woken up here, so I guess it makes sense that this is where you ended up.” She’s glad here was where he ended up, but she doesn’t say that out loud. She doesn’t have to say it, she knows that he knows.
bartcnbartoff:
“– Oh, yeah. I used to be in the circus. Costumes are the worst.”
“Fuck costumes.” She rolls her neck and runs a hand through her hair as she takes in his attire. “You got a name?”
