☼ 𝕃𝔸ℕ𝕋𝔼ℝℕ'𝕊 𝕃𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋.

[alwaysxarchive]

❝ WHEN you live life like I do… the world  s l o w s  to a  c r a w l . Only those with access to the speedforce know what this is like. How quiet it can be. In the past it’s given me time to think about my choices… maybe too much. Here a second feels like days. A meaningful glance lingers for a lifetime. A moment of  r e g r e t… is an eternity.  ———————————————————– ( ⚡  )  Indie. Selective. Flash RP Blog.

[ofgreenlantern-blog]

alwaysxlate:

Barry’s house was a mess. Case files thrown left and right, paperwork and books stacked up and down. He never really took a second to clean it ( he never really expected company at all ) so when Hal was standing in his home, the messy home with groceries on the floor it took a moment to register that yeah, he wasn’t exactly dreaming. Hal’s appearance was different but that could be expected. The pilot was technically dead for the last year, if he hadn’t made contact with anyone where ever he was it had to be in a sector without any sort of communications. The long hair and different attire only helped prove the issue. Didn’t stop him from dashing forward to bring his best friend in a hug, only jumping back when he realized that he was still wearing Hal’s jacket and soon became a flustered mess.  Barry’s face flushing just a bit as he seemed to jolt into action. ❝ Hi Hal, I Uh– can you? Hold on a second let me just.. ❞ Barry didn’t pause for an answer or anything. Instead zipping around his home as he cleaned up the groceries, tossed the broken eggs in the trash, placed Hal’s jacket on the back of his couch, and cleaned up all of his ‘take home’ work as efficiently as possible before skidding to a halt.  ❝ That’s better– so uhm, welcome back? You can have your jacket back– OH Ibetyourstarving, do you want me to go get a few pizzas? Or.. maybe.. some scissors so you can cut your hair? I uhm…❞ He was rambling, panicked in a way because he didn’t know exactly how to react. Barry had been suppressing his emotions for a year now and if he let them all come rushing back at once it wouldn’t exactly be the best welcome back party he could give Hal. Even though his best friend’s appearance changed there wasn’t any cause for alarm yet ( at least there didn’t seem to be a more parasitic possession going on ) but something about how Hal greeted him felt off.  Was it the simple hello or maybe it was the expression on his face. It was OFF yet not.  ❝ Unless you’re not in the mood for pizza I can go get big belly burger– ❞ Another option. Another attempt at avoiding the elephant in the room. A slight pace to his step as he shuffles around the room picking up and cleaning things that he missed before abruptly stopping and giving out a sigh. It takes a minute to long for Barry to gather his thoughts. His eyes staring at the ground in front of him before he even bothered to risk the almost stranger-like expression that greeted him. ❝ Where were you Hal…? Kyle, John, and Guy– they said you were dead.  ❞

☄ Hal watched in stoic amusement as the speedster tripped over words and spun into action; the house was spotless in a matter of seconds. He had almost forgotten how quickly Barry could actually move when his heart was hard-pumping, exacerbated by the stress that Hal had no doubt put him under by showing up so unexpectedly. The feeling of distrust, shock, and fear could be felt throughout the entire room they stood in.

Hal let out a soft breath, and allowed himself to sink onto Barry’s couch; dark brown locks falling in front of his face. “I’m.. Sorry. For showing up like this, Barr’. I didn’t know where else I could go right now. If I went back to the Watchtower, Batman would’ve probably stuck me under surveillance immediately.” The glow surrounding Hal started to fade, and his domino mask dissipated.

“I can’t even explain where I’ve been. I thought I was dead. For a long-time, actually. Months. I.. Woke up on some strange planet in what was apparently occupying an unregistered sector of the Corps. I couldn’t tell whether it was heaven, hell, or.. Something else. The weather was almost constant; the sun was out every day with never a hint of a raincloud.” He paused, glancing out the window of Barry’s apartment for a moment before looking back at Barry with harder, brown hues. 

“I survived there. Made shelter. Hunted. Did what I could, day to day. And then one day.. I found the emblem of the ring that had broken under my will. And.. In my frustration and isolation I, somehow, managed to forge a new ring out of my own willpower. I don’t know how. I don’t understand.” Hal paused for a moment, trying to catch his breath. “I’m sure this sounds like crazy talk or something. I haven’t really slept in days. It took me what I can only imagine to be weeks to get back. I don’t know how long I’ve been gone. Days? Months? Years?” The Lantern stopped himself short, letting out a small sigh and a smile.

“Barry. Dammit, Barry, I’m home.”

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alwaysxlate:

❝ I uh— ❞ There was a small amount of panic in his voice as Hal seemed to pin him to the chair with his words and gaze. An almost frenzied movement as he goes to quickly stuff a burger in his hands as Hal listed off at least five questions that ranged from why he wasn’t speeding around as usual and why Hal was stuck in a cot all bandaged up.  The last part was sort of his fault.  ❝ Funny explanation actually… I um, well where to start…? ❞ Blue eyes stared up at the ceiling as he absent-mindedly grabbed a handful of fries and shoving them into his mouth. He was careful to avoid the brown ones he could feel on him; already knowing that the minute he saw the guilt driving gaze he would break. ❝ I’m hobbling around like this cause I got hurt… a bit.. worse then usual. ❞ Another shove of food in his mouth as he tried to calm himself down long enough so that his speed wouldn’t kick in and whatever answers he had for Hal would be drowned into a rattle of unknown syllables. That and he was starving. ❝ I sort of uh, passed out. I’ve been neglecting to eat because of work and Flash stuff and kept forgetting– I was going to go eat a big meal after the last battle and… well– ❞ The wall was his only meal.  ❝ You probably feel pretty bad because I was running to catch you. Enemy knocked you out and you weren’t recovering so I took off– I think Clark caught you when I went going mach 3 into a brick wall but even then… I figured you were banged up bad. ❞ He’s still careful not to look at Hal, blue eyes fulling staring at the food between them. ( Only peeking up to catch a glimpse of his best friends expression. ) ❝ We’re alone because we’re on medical leave, the both of us. The rest of the League is back on Earth cleaning up and taking care of some incidents, Wally is pulling double duty with Keystone and Central. Kyle is watching Coast. We get stuck watching the watch tower.  ❞

☄ There was a significant pause from the Lantern before he let out a heavy sigh, his brows furrowed in slight frustration. “Wally’s barely a young man. He needs help. As soon as this is over, I’ll signal John to Central. No sense in having multiple Lanterns in the sector if they’re inactive, right?” He rubbed at his eyes with his index finger and his thumb. “As for you; what the hell are you doing neglecting your body again, Barr’? This is the third time you’ve run out of steam because you’re too busy with work. I’m a space cop and I don’t put myself under as much pressure as you.” His blood was already beginning to boil; he felt a lecture coming on for the scarlet speedster. “Jeez. It’s one thing to get KO’d by some.. Space Monkey.. Or whatever it was we were up against, but letting yourself get beat down because you’re stretching yourself thin is another thing, Barry. Thawne hasn’t shown his face in well over a year; neither has Grodd. Snart’s been trying to walk the straight and narrow.. Again. You’re pushing yourself too hard.” Hal started to move, but a groan escaped his lips and his eyes shut in a wince of pain. “Ah. I’ve been torn up before, but never so bad that it hurt to move.” He leaned his head against his pillow, his dark brown hues eye-ing the other hero. “So. What’s the game plan from here on out? Netflix and chill?”

[alwaysxarchive]

Hal’s funeral was a haze to Barry. But so was listening to Kyle and John try to break the news to him, so was cleaning out his locker at Ferris Air after Carol texted him, and so were several Justice League meetings after he found out. It was like his mother’s death all over again. How his emotions just seemed to shut down in a way for coping. You’d think that for a man who preaches ‘keep moving forward’ he’d be able to accept his best friend’s death better and move on.  And for everyone around him it seemed just like that. The speech he gave at the funeral showed just how much of a friend Hal was too Barry, and how much of a hero he was– even if some other’s might not of agreed with him ( considering the damage he did as parallax. ) He didn’t hesitate either when Carol reached out to him to come by Coast City to help clear out his locker and his apartment–  something in her voice over the phone said she didn’t want to do it alone ‘And your his best friend– I called Ollie but he didn’t seem to pick up and I don’t want too’ He pulled off a smile that didn’t reach his eyes ( because he knows all too well that people can hear a smile in someone’s voice over the phone ) and said ‘I’ll be right over.’ And he was, before Carol even put the cell phone down he was knocking on her office door. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were a bit puffy but he managed to greet her with a smile. They went through Hal’s things, reminisced about the ridiculous things he got himself into, talked over old photos he had tapped to the inside of his locker– and be the end of the night, Carol handed Barry his bomber jacket.  She couldn’t look at it anymore, she said. “Besides it won’t do me any good. It’s too big and it never gets cold enough to wear a jacket like that.” So she pushed it on Barry.  And after finally getting home and closing the door and holding that bomber jacket in his hands did Barry finally let himself mourn. He realized that he’s not coming back, that he’s not going to be sitting on his couch when he gets home eating all his chips and drinking the beer ( he bought for Hal in the first place. ) He won’t be there to make him laugh during League meetings or there to catch him if he’s flailing through the sky because he’s one of two league members who can’t fly. His heart seemed to break, an empty void filling in his chest as his stomach felt sick– a week after the funeral Barry finally cried and then he shut down again.  He didn’t much sleep any of the nights after that.  Nor did he get much sleep the following year after his death.  Barry had the problem of losing himself in his work when he shut his emotions down. He overworked himself, Wally kept calling him out on it and eventually so did the other leaguers a few months in. He brushed them off, give them a smile and say everything was fine. His work didn’t fill that empty whole in his chest, running didn’t ease the sickness in his stomach, and no matter what at least once a day he always thought ‘Did Hal suffer?’ He shouldn’t be so hung up on it, he should move on he told himself. Move forward.  It wasn’t until ten months after the funeral did Barry realize why he couldn’t. December was chilly in Central City, and a frozen hell in January and February. And it’s during the first winter snow storm that he realized his old jacket from last year was just a bit too tight in the arms and ended up having to wear Hal’s jacket. Everyday after that he could be seen wearing Hal’s old memento and at first it only raised curious eyebrows but never drew questions. Besides wearing it seemed to calm him down, the empty part of his chest feeling just a bit less cold let alone it was a damn warm jacket against the cold Central City winds.  He managed to avoid three weeks of no questions before the annual League Christmas Party happened. Barry huddled in a corner with the jacket on the back of his chair, sipping on spice eggnog as Ollie, Dinah, and Diana were having some sort of drinking contest with said eggnog across the table. Ollie lost, and the two women in front of him chatted idly before they eyed in on him and seemed to drown him in questions and advice. ‘So why do you have his jacket barry?’ ‘Are you doing okay, I know you’re eating and all but..’ ‘Have you been getting out? We told Wally that you two should go see that new movie that just came out, seemed like your thing.’ ‘Barry this isn’t healthy even if you loved him–’ The last one seemed to freeze him in place, his heart pulling in his chest as all of a sudden he couldn’t seem to stay sitting anymore.  Before he could reply to anyone of them he gave them a quick apology and left, jacket in hand as he ran off towards the teleporters back towards Earth. It took one agonizingly long week of thinking and overthinking that yeah– that was it. He couldn’t move on easy because he never got to tell Hal the truth.  A YEAR later and it was easier, just a bit. Or maybe it wasn’t and he had just come to terms with that void in his chest. Fingers tapping away on his phone as he walked up the stairs to his apartment, two full bags of groceries squished between his chest and his arm as his fingers fiddled for his door key. He wasn’t exactly paying attention as he walked up those stairs and nor was he exactly expecting company that night. But bright blue eyes landed on a familiar head of messy brown hair and then warm brown eyes and all at once Barry was slamming to a HALT. Keys and groceries dropping to the ground as he stared wide-eyed at a GHOST in front of him. ❝ HAL– but I thought you were– ❞  He didn’t really finish where his sentence was going, it didn’t help his mind was running thirty miles a minute right now and instead panicked eyes shot between his friend and the ruined groceries on the floor before mumbling. ❝ I think I just broke all the eggs…. ❞ 

[ofgreenlantern-blog]

☄ Sinestro had once told him that one could break the ring if it was pushed hard enough, and though Hal assuredly had believed the fallen hero; he hadn’t seen it occur himself. It was still some kind of fairytale in his mind, especially considering that Sinestro claimed to have broken his not once, but twice.

The assignment was relatively routine. It should’ve been an easy fix for the veteran Lantern: a supernova was threatening a newly based planetary system. Without interference, the system would be obliterated in a matter of days, and thus allowing the cosmic anomaly to expand further into Hal’s sector. Hal took it onto himself to implode the star, facing the danger head-on and alone.  It defeated the Lantern. There was no question as to how strong Hal’s will was. It was of such a magnitude that the Lantern’s ring collapsed under the pressure of it. In shielding his sector, the star imploded in on itself and in the chaos of the cosmos, Hal was pulled in. There was no black hole. There was no body found. But the ring was broken and Hal had disappeared in an instant, saving his sector.

The other Lanterns had been notified immediately by their own rings: ‘Hal Jordan, Green Lantern 2814.1, has perished in active duty.’ Naturally, this news spread. A funeral was held without a body to bury. Jordan was retired and monumentalized in the Hall of Justice. The world and the sector returned to its constant churning. And life went on. And for Jordan, it went on. He came to on a distant planet; or was it another dimension? Another Earth? Without the ring, there was no way of coordinating where he was. The planet itself seemed sparsely populated. He had crash-landed, and was lost to space and possibly even time. But the air was breathable and the planet sustainable. And he survived for months, something deep down inside him continuing to push him forward each day, continuing to claw at him. He wasn’t so sure that it was his will. 

Until. He touched down onto the snow that had begun to stick to the streets, displaced within the suburbs of Central City. A quiet winter’s evening, and a year had well past before the Lantern found himself gazing onto a familiar site: Barry’s House. Who else would he have been able to turn to? Carol would’ve convinced herself that it was another vision or a dream. The League would’ve become immediately suspicious; especially given his past concerning space parasites. Ollie would’ve tried to shoot the phantasm. Kyle and John would retain him immediately for questioning. No. It had to be Barry. The stranger shook the snow that had fallen onto his shoulders, the green miasma surrounding his body faded, and Hal cautiously walked up the steps to Barry’s door; knocking a few times before the realization that the speedster had yet to come home. Or so he had hoped. Surely, he hadn’t moved in the time he’d been gone? How long had he disappeared from the face of the earth? Nevertheless, Hal, never fearing his status as a prowler, casually let himself in, relieved by the sight of Barry’s knick-knacks as he entered. He would have to be the first to admit that he had changed quite a bit, but the inside of his chest was fluttering as he looked around the speedster’s dwelling. His chestnut-toned hair had grown to his shoulders and he stood even more built from the constant survival skills he had to endure while he was away. So, it was a surprise to him when the speedster opened the door, and immediately recognized him; even while clad in the domino mask, the long hair, the tattered coat that barely hid the vibrant green uniform underneath. The groceries fell to the floor, and Hal turned to the speedster, his face solemn and unafraid. “Hello, Barry.”

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alwaysxlate:

To say that Hal and himself got their asses kicked was an understatement. It probably didn’t help that Barry was running on fumes the last few days. Skipping meals and snacks here and there, running on low sleep. He was stretched thin and for a speedster it wasn’t a good thing when it came to a major fight. And during said major fight he blacked out as he tried to run and catch the falling Green Lantern. He doesn’t remember much after that– Clark was nice enough to fill him in on how he basically ran right through a wall and ended up splayed out in the rubble of the building.  He then got a firm lecture from the Bats himself about taking care of himself or the team was going to suffer. The heinous amount of IV bags next to his bed earlier was a testimate to how much Barry was being neglectful of his well being, that along with a concussion, some rib fractures, a broken ankle ( that has now moved into sprained territory ), and enough stitches on his body he was put on medical leave till further notice.  At least Hal was there to keep him some sanity as he hobbled around the tower till his foot was better. Speaking of the lantern, he could hear him through the doors as he limps carefully back into the med bay with a tray full of food, a roll of his eyes towards the batman comment. ❝ You’re not going anywhere, Highball. If you try to fight him you’ll be just out for longer. ❞  He slides into the chair next to him with some faint pain on his face, the tray of food placed on the rolling table in front of him as he carefully nudged it between them. ❝ Don’t know if you’re hungry but… I grabbed enough for the both of us. And yes…. we uh… we both got our asses kicked. ❞ He says the statement as nonchalantly as possible mostly because he didn’t want to Hal to know why he was beat up, the speedster quickly shoving a handful of fries into his mouth. 

☄ To say that Hal’s face brightened a bit when the speedster entered the room was an understatement. The weight of Hal’s gloom lifted from the room significantly, even if the lantern was worn and torn. “Jeez. What took ya?” He smirked, leaning back into his cot. It gave him a great deal of comfort to know that Barry was the one supervising his condition; heaven knows he’d have probably tried to strangle Bruce in a similar situation. “You look like you’ve seen better times.” He murmured, mentally noting on the speedster’s regenerative abilities. “...Ehh. You’ll be fine.”

Hal leaned over and nabbed a few fries off the speedster’s tray, with, you know, the arm that wasn’t bandaged. He shoved a handful in his mouth unceremoniously before raising an eyebrow to the blonde. “Okay,” he started with a mouth that was completely full. “Let’s get this over with.” Hal swallowed and took a breath. “I have three questions, and you’re going to answer me them in a calm, measured manner, Barr. I don’t think you’ll try zipping out of here, given your condition, but if you do, I swear I’m going to put you in a construct akin to something I’d put Hannibal Lecter in. Got it?” He gave another small, telling smirk.

“1. Why are you hobbling around like that? A.K.A. What did you do to yourself this time, Barry? 2. Why do I look and feel like I got ran over by a freight train? 3. Did we win?” The lantern paused for a moment. “4. Why are we here alone and where is everyone? Okay? I lied about the 3 questions. I had 4. Answer those 4 questions. Please.” 

[ofgreenlantern-blog]

@formidolumina @alwaysxlate

☄;; So. I’m just chilling on my Facebook. It’s 1:30 in the morning; and all of a sudden, this post BY DC COMICS floats across my news feed. 

I’m wondering right now if I’ve just fallen and hit my head reaaallly hard, and this is all just happening in my concussed noggin’.

[ofgreenlantern-blog]

@alwaysxlate

☄ When Hal finally did manage to come to; he found himself lying in a cot within the Watchtower’s medical bar. It was silent on board, save for the whirring of the various medical technology surrounding him. He glanced down at his body which was sprawled out on the cot. He was still wearing his ring, but his suit was in tatters; mostly around his torso. His ribs were completely bandaged, and when he tried to sit upright, he found out exactly why that was. “AH.” He let out a choked yelp, his once steady breath quickly replaced by ragged gasping. “O-Oh yep. Broken ribs. That feels like broken ribs alright.” He grit his teeth to bear the pain as the power ring rebooted with his call to consciousness. “Assessing target bio-readings: multiple fractures; 3 cracked ribs, bruising on chest plate, mild concussion. Active recovery: 4-6 weeks. Corp members notified.” A sigh escaped the pilot’s lips, “Yeah, I’m sure John’s really looking forward to cutting his vacation short.” He slumped back down in the cot, his eyes continuing to glance around the medical wing for any sign of the other heroes that had accompanied him hours earlier. “Hellooo! Anyone there? Did I get my ass kicked? Feels an awful lot like I got my ass kicked. Flash? Supes? Diana?” “I swear to God if you’re just sitting around ignoring me, Bats, you and I are gonna rumble!”

[ofgreenlantern-blog]

volcrc:

     “You sure that’s him and not Parallax?”

☄ “Don’t tell me Parallax got lusty after you, too?”

[ofgreenlantern-blog]

volcrc:

     “Space Jesus?”

☄ “Yeah. You missed the part where he called himself that. He also just sits on the messengers and talks about how pretty you are.” 

[ofgreenlantern-blog]

formidolumina:

        ❝ Jordan, I swear on all that you believe in that I DO N O T have a tentacle. ❞

                  ❝ Where did that rumor ever came about? Is it because I’m an alien? RACIST. You’re a space racist, Jordan! ❞

☄ “Sin. I know you have a tentacle dick. You know you have a tentacle dick. The inside of your suit probably looks like an 80′s hentai flick. Just. ‘Fess up.”

[ofgreenlantern-blog]

@formidolumina @volcrc

☄ “Leave the kid alone, Sin. Pretty sure ‘Space Jesus’ wouldn’t have a dick shaped like a tentacle, anyways.”

[sparknshinerpmemes-blog]

Reblog this if your muse is bi.

[ofgreenlantern-blog]

@formidolumina

☄ Hal took in another breath, ragged as it was, and exhaled. His lips were dry and cold, but he could still taste the iron of the blood in his mouth. His usually-pristine brown hair fell in disarray, a few umber strands covering the area of where his domino mask had been torn from his face. His body was tightly wound in chains made of yellow light. Sinestro had gotten the drop on him, and he honestly didn’t know how he could’ve been so stupid as to let his guard down around the Korugarian. Nonetheless, he wasn’t afraid. And not a single speck of fear showed within his emerald hues. Only brash recklessness.

“Sinestro. We meet again. D’ya miss me? You’ve kind of went a long way to get your hands on me, y’know.” He sighed out the last challenge to the fiery-skinned man. “So.. What do you want? Also. Loosen the chains a bit.”

[toboldlymuppet]

thaal sinestro: a summary

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@formidolumina

[heroichunter]

❝ great, we can hold hands and skip afterwards! ❞

“You’re really not my type Artie.”

[ofgreenlantern-blog]

☄ “Yeah. He goes for guys who share his love of the color ‘emerald green’. Just so you know.”

[jtoddwashere]

Once a Green Lantern, always a Green Lantern

[terushimasyuuji]

IM LOSING MY MIND BARRY HAS RELATIONSHIP PROBLEMS AND HAL JUST FUCKING CREATES A BAR RIGHT AFTER A FIGHT W THE BAD GUYS FOR HIS BUDDY SO THEY CAN TALK I CANT DEAL WITH THIS