#the rival

[yuumoon]

[sillywoyscreenshots]

Could you get this full scene pleaseeeeee??

They're so stupid :33 (obliterate them)

[cloudtaleblog]

Hi, Tumblr! I’ve just been delivered my Flashfam Keychains

I will be selling them, so for those who are interested and will be able to buy please REPLY so I know how many to make and will be able to tag you when they’re available!

[artazel]

Well, if it was marked as adult content, there needs to be a valid reason for it.

So I drew more Eonestro (initially, I was only supposed to post uncolored Reverse Flashes and sketches of Sinestro, but oh well) & have undone RF family

Still don’t know what’s wrong w this

Also many thoughts but like sinestros blush being purple bcs of red skin + blue blood

Something something moustache moves along w ears something smth (you will ignore that I wrote moustache wrong)

🩷

[peacerisendove]

I'm rereading a few bits of Impulse (#87, #88, and #89) and these parts between Bart and Jay make me think of how badly the ball was missed with Bart's characterization with F:FMA, but also the moments that could have happened given that Jay was kind of the other main Flash Fam speedster of those comics.

Like these panels, where Bart is seeing Jay consumed in a murderous rage and ready to kill his reverse speedster:

Impulse (1995) #89

Reminds me so much and how ready and willing Bart was to kill Thad in F:FMA #13:

Like this moment right here, if we changed the outcome of F:FMA as well as a bunch of other details (honestly, if we just overhauled that comic), was primed for Jay to intervene and have this full circle moment and understanding between Bart and Jay.

Obviously that doesn't happen, but if Bart had been written well (and with an understanding of him, his character, and comics) and if a lot of things had been changed there could have been some good and referential moments in it.

[luuloalee]

If the moon smiled, she would look like you. You leave the same impression

Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

Both of you are great light borrowers.

Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected,

And your first gift is making stone out of everything.

I wake to a mausoleum; you are here,

Ticking your fingers on the marble table, looking for cigarettes,

Spiteful as a woman, but not so nervous,

And dying to say something unanswerable.

The moon, too, abases her subjects,

But in the daytime she is ridiculous.

Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand,

Arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity,

White and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide.

No day is safe from news of you,

Walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.

The Rival x Half Man

[until-death-do-us-part]

Wha— hahahaha sorry not sorry