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[gotspeedforce-blog]

     he’s going to die. that’s it― end of the line, folks  !  wally wonders if they’ll put out a statue of him in the center of keystone. maybe a wax figure  ?  hopefully one that actually looks like him and not some dollar store tussauds imitation. it’s his stomach that shakes him from his fantasies, grumbling loudly amongst the city noise. he’s been here for hours   (   read: twenty minutes   )   and the line hasn’t even budged. was the universe conspiring against him  ?  ‘cause shit like this never happens to barry. then again, barry is a good person with good karma so. sighing audibly and -- because he is a grown ass man -- definitely not pouting, wally turns to his companion.   ❛   remind me again why we’re waiting in this line for  ?  what’s so great about the food here anyway  ?   ❜

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[odinsonxxx-blog]

Thor roughly stumbled into the bathroom entirely preoccupied with his own lack of sobriety to notice he wasn't alone. "Odinson you can't even handle the finest liquor Asgard has to offer, you weak fool" he roared at himself in the mirror and furiously pointed at his reflection before his rage gave way to a loud hearty laugh. He'd probably get chastised for this, sneaking ale into a glamorous gala like this but he hated the human stuff they were going around serving at this event, it tasted like pure filth and was hell of a lot worse going down, so was it any real wonder he'd snuck it in and been drinking it like a leaking tap since the moment he'd arrived? "If I had my hammer I could leave but those blasted fools seduced me into giving it up for the night" he yelled into the mirror, his hand gripping at a phantom hammer before reaching up to tear the tie off his shirt and unbuttoned down to his chest in an effort to relieve himself. Only then in the mirror did he notice a reflection "Ah, you have caught me by surprise young man, I can assure you I am not sober... I mean drunk. Yes, because the god of thunder, Thor does not get drunk" he yelled once more and slammed a fist against his sweaty exposed chest in triumph.

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[sonofwayne]

Did you do something that you’re not telling me to get you under house arrest? And are you allowed visitors?

I have told you everything that I did Karter, Father is just on some power trip about how he was worried about me and because I didn’t follow orders. And yes, I’m still allowed visitors so please, will you just come over already?

[capriciouscatman]

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Robbing banks had become old hat to Selim. They weren’t challenging anymore. But hey, they were an easy payday, so he kept performing them. Nobody said the job had to always be exciting.

But usually, the do-gooder who attempted to thwart his efforts was Batman, or even someone in the extended Bat-Family. Even with someone like Robin ---any of them, really--- it kept things interesting. 

Today, though? Today was different. Of all possible options, Selim hadn’t expected to see Superman’s little cousin this time.

“What happened to Supes, kid? Is he taking the day off or something?” he asks, paying him the minimum amount of attention before returning his focus to the vault safe before him. “Not that I’m against looking at your pretty little face... we can’t always order beefcake from the menu, y’know. Sometimes we want a tasty little muffin...”