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hypewinter · 7 months
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Hal bent down as the little girl approached him. Even then, he still managed to tower over her with how small she was.
"Hey there little lady," he said. "Anything I can help you with this fine evening?"
The little girl looked at him anxiously, fiddling with her hands. Ok so not a nervous fan. Hal immediately switched to serious mode, scanning the crowd for anyone who could be her parents. He didn't see anyone running up to the two of them or even so much as keeping a watchful eye from a distance.
"Is something the matter?" Hal questioned, making sure to keep his voice even and calm.
The girl continued fidgeting, her big blue eyes scanning from side to side. Finally she spoke. "You wiff da space po-eece yes? Not da am-ear-ree-ca one?"
Hal smiled at the girl. "Yes, I'm with the space police." Honestly that was oversimplifying the Corps a little but he had long since gotten to citizens calling him a space cop.
The girl offered up a small nervous smile of her own. "So you won't tell da gov-ment what I tell you wight?"
Hal was on high alert now. Just what was this little girl trying to tell him? "I won't tell. I promise," he said after a second.
The girl broke into a big smile at this. "Really? Dis way den." She started tugging Hal along and he began to follow.
"Where exactly are we going?" he asked.
"You see," was all she replied.
Hal was led down a couple different alleyways and was beginning to think he was walking into a trap when they reached an abandoned building. The girl dashed in and up the old rusted stairs, with Hal following closely behind her.
If this really is a trap, I'll never hear the end of it from Batman, he thought morbidly as he cleared the last step. Instead of finding himself facing an ambush however, he saw a boy curled up on an old mattress. The girl was already by his side as Hal approached.
"Don wowee Danny, I got help. Like I said I would," he caught the little girl whispering as he knelt down next to the boy. He had to have been older than the girl. Three years older maybe? Yet he was still so small. Hal took sight of his condition. He was in pain. That much was certain by his little face scrunched up in agony and his quiet moans. He was also sweating profusely. His raven black hair sticking to his forehead. Fever maybe?
Hal continued his observations as he scanned down the boy's body until he got to his stomach. The boy was clutching it and Hal could make out blood bleeding through from underneath. Oh no.
He quickly yet carefully removed the boy's arm to get a better look at the wound. The kid let out a groan as his arm was peeled away. Hal couldn't help but thank Oa for all his training that helped prevent him from letting out a gasp.
The boy's chest was covered in blood. Dark red mixed with flecks of green soaked through his shirt and there were bandages that had been amateurishly tied around the wound.
"How did this happen?" Hal asked, turning back to the girl. He did his best to keep his tone as gentle as possible.
Her smile was gone now, and her eyes welled up with tears. "He pwotected me," she said. "Dey wanted to huwrt us. Dey shot at us. Danny pwotected me."
Anger boiled within Hal. Who would shoot at these children? They were only little kids. If what the girl had said earlier was anything to go off of, the answer had something to do with the government. He would have to take care of that later though. For now, this boy needed medical attention.
"Let's get Danny to a hospital," Hal said resolutely, as he got up.
"No!" the little girl screeched. "No has-pee-tail. Too dan-er-us!"
"But he needs-" Hal started but then he met the girl's eyes. There was abject fear in them. As if going to the hospital would be a death sentence for both children. Where else were they supposed to go though? The boy- Danny needed medical attention stat. That much was certain.
Hal paused. There was one place. He sighed. Batman was going to kill him for this.
"Okay okay. No hospital. But what about space?"
"Space?" the girl repeated.
Hal nodded.
The little girl smiled. "Danny lobes space!"
"Well then. That's perfect."
Hal constructed a new bed for the boy, carefully easing him onto it before putting a protective dome around both children. The little girl giggled as he lifted them up. He then turned to the wall where he created a giant hammer to knock it down. Then they were off. Flying higher and higher, towards the atmosphere. As the Watchtower got closer in sight, Hal couldn't help but groan. Taking civilians to the Watchtower? Oh yeah, Batman was definitely going to kill him.
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crystalmagpie447 · 2 months
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Last Line Challenge
Rules : In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many as you like). waaa thank u for tagging me @crabsnpersimmons, @thecourtjester12 and @starriegalaxy!! last line : “Sweetheart” the ticking of inner working mechanisms could be heard above the shell of your ear as he rasps co ugh
aaand recent sketch
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1 9 people
aagyhuejidwugyvtd
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@jerrsterrr @juniikat @sneeblbop @witherfide @starsketchez @trenchcoat-full-of-snails @bigsillyyy @fernpawz @martinsorbit @vodyaniks @cody-welsh @spadillelicious @omenofthevoid @garbagechocolate @haruka-636 @ink-yy @wenchfry @eyenaku
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i think tha ts 19 idk
EXPLODES
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xanderscollection · 27 days
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Ears!
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korvessa · 1 month
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Bojan was so real for singing things like But all I know is that I don't feel pain, when I'm in your arms, I'm not burdened by what is right, because with you, the world is not displacing me and When I don't have you, my demons are with me to the direction where Jere was sitting in the audience during Kultsi 2.0
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bamsara · 2 years
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Quick doodle for my costume for the Farie Festival in NY that I’m trying to put together (abiet with little time and supply lmao)
My theme is decay and bones, I take bones from different parts of creatures and wear them as armor or something IDK, I’ll probably make some changes, maybe add some bone shinguards or something. I have a sword to take but I don’t think it would be allowed RIP
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I have NO recollection of making this and now you shall be cursed with its existence too
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acourtofwhatthefuck · 4 months
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I’m patient as all hell but the negativity of certain people in this fandom is starting to grate on me a bit too much lmao
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The batfam meet Jarro
Ok so this isn't dp x dc but I just needed to share this coz I made myself laugh a lot with this.
So a little context, Jarro is an alien "Star Conqueror" that was veryyy briefly made robin in Justice League Vol 4 #10. He was grown, named and adopted by Batman. Jarro even calls him dad (it's really cute):
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Anyway, I'm pretty sure he's never mentioned again after that.
So yeah, with that in mind I had the crack idea of the batfam meeting Jarro and just being really jealous (while everyone around them is just: "That... is a literal starfish")
So a few lines I've got:
“Of course, dad!” Jarro says.
Jason jolts at that. Once upon a time, he used to call B that. He'd been the only one to do so. Not anymore.
Damian: I am the only blood heir.
Jarro: He was with me my whole childhood. He litteraly grew me in a jar. He named me.
“His bio father was a villain,” steph says caustically. “A global one, too. But get this, his dad flipped sides in the end and sacrificed his own life.”
Harper stays silent and Steph sighs.
“It just. It makes you think. What do you think I would’ve been like if my dad had been more like Starro?”
“More like the giant starfish from space?”
“Yeah.”
Roy: He looks like Patrick from Spongebob?
Jason: Oh, I see how it is. Fine! If you like Jarro so much maybe you should hang out with him, then. How about you join B to play catch with him while you’re at it?
Roy: He- he doesn’t even have opposable thumbs.
Jason: Urgh. That just mean B probably has the glove custom-made.
Cassie: He is the size of my literal palm.
Tim: I know! He’s pocket-sized. I bet B loves being able to carry him around.”
Cassie: Um
Tim: He rides on B’s shoulder! His fucking shoulder, Cassie! 
Cassie: Do. Do you want B to carry you on his shoulder?
Tim: That is so not the point! And B has the gall to say he doesn’t have favourites.
“Good at hiding.” Cass observes. “Small.”
“He’s- he’s a starfish, Cass.”
She nods gravely. “No tells.” Then her brow furrow. “Can read minds. Better than reading body.” She hunches a bit. “Better than me.”
“It’s just I thought I was the only one with powers, you know?” Duke starts. “Not that I don’t like him or anything. It’s just. That was my thing you know? Or like, it used to be.”
Claire just looks at him blankly.
Dick sighs as he looks up to the ceiling, his head laying on Starfire’s lap.
“It’s just.” Dick halts, hesitant and his voice quieter than usual. “I thought I was the pretty one.”
(Ok, I'm done)
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afewproblems · 6 months
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So, maybe this is a rude post but, if you're going to tell me to add you to the tag list on my multi-part fics and then not even reblog any of it, or not say please, or not even remark on what you enjoyed about it or what you're looking forward to in the next part?
I'm sorry but I'm probably not going to add you to the tag list moving forward.
Again, apologies if this makes some of you upset, but it's a little ridiculous to just consume a writers work like this with no acknowledgement when I do this for free and for fun.
I'm not a writer on a TV show, this is a Fandom space and that means there needs to be some sense of community and not consumerism.
Sorry everyone, just needed a vent...feel free to ignore this.
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hypewinter · 3 months
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Danny just wanted to enjoy the stars. Was that too hard to ask? Evidently so by the fact that he was currently dragging six foot two man in green into his room.
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teanshan · 7 months
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jealousy is my toxic trait. i can't get rid of it. the only thing i can do to diffuse these awful feelings is to demote the close relationship that I had, into basically an acquaintance.
a few years ago now, i had a very special mutual on my main blog. we bonded over our common interests, as is the tumblr way, and got quite close. we even met in person a couple of times bc she's from sydney and i'm in melbourne. back then I considered her my best friend.
well, it's a hard pill to swallow when you realise you're not someone elses best friend.
i remember it happening in real time. 'X', another tumblr user from fucking germany, was a mutual of both of us. would join us in reblog chains, comment on my art, and message my friend directly. and i could see them getting closer. my friend would send me screenshots of their messages, showing me how funny X is.
and i couldn't stand it. 'go away, she's my friend!' I wanted to scream.
it got worse and worse. they were talking everyday, tagging each other. my friend and I had less and less fandoms in common. we ended up only talking about our personal lives, and as we're both introverted nerds, personal updates were few and far between.
i couldn't get rid of these stupid, shitty feelings. i couldn't ignore their public friendship all over my dashboard. and i sure wasn't going to tell her to stop being friends with someone, how awful and entitled that would be!
so i had to unfollow her. and at some point she unfollowed me. we still chat sometimes over fb messenger, and she likes my personal ig posts and vice versa. but thats pretty much it. I hadn't felt those awful jealous feelings in years.
and then just ten minutes ago, simple curiosity took over me and I had to search her up on tumblr. its been so long that I actually forgot her username. I had to scroll through my old messages to find it.
and what do i see on her account? that she literally used 3 hours ago? reblog after reblog of X tagging her in posts and vice versa. daily correspondance. their friendship still very much alive and thriving and its making me sick to my stomach.
it sucks. im so fucking jealous.
she was my friend. my person to tag in posts like 'tfw your mutual lives in another state ;_;.' my person to message incoherent words like AKJFLSGKFG. she was my person.
god how fucking toxic is that mindset?! but what am i supposed to do! its a never-ending loop of shitty feelings. i cant fucking do anything. stupid.
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yall I have not watched episode 7 of the season yet because I'm in study mode, but I need to know... are the rumours true? Have Poseidon and Sally returned?
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xanderscollection · 26 days
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My beloved has left me (ao3 won't load)
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mecchantheotaku · 3 months
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I'm gonna confess something.
I've been feeling a bit insecure about my Hunted headcanons because I feel like they're not "feral" enough for the fandom. He is still the most feral of the Voices, of course, but I feel like it's just not as extreme as others have made him out to be and that makes me worry it isn't good enough. But if I go more extreme, it'd be forcing it.
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rosie-tyler · 1 year
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I know I'm late to the party but I have finally watched Lockwood and co Netflix and even though I enjoyed it a lot I would like to highlight my main problem with it
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WHY DID THEY CUT HIS SCREEN TIME? HE DOESN'T REALLY MOVE THE PLOT! AT LEAST NOT THE WAY HE DID IN THE BOOK! AND THE BOOK IS CALLED "THE WHISPERING SKULL"! FOR A REASON! WHY DIDN'T HE TELL LUCY TO SMASH THE GLASS? NETFLIX YOU BETTER BRING BACK THIS BASTARD'S SNARKING AND HIS DYNAMIC WITH LUCY!
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dogflyreligion · 4 months
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as much as i love saltburn (it's literally my favourite film) i just. am not a fan of the ending. not the dance scene but after felix dies it just goes downhill for me. i don't rlly like the delivery, and i'm not a fan of how it doesn't rlly fit in with the whole 'desire for felix' thing. to me it seems like half way through the writers decided to change ollie's motivations, as the first half he wants felix, but then the last half he wants the house and the power and the money. i wldve liked it a lot more if it was more of a love story, instead of focusing on class. i wld love to see how ollie is jealous of felix, as well as being in love with him, and still do all the fucked up stuff he does. but i don't like that he did it so he cld have saltburn. i think it shldve just stayed so that ollie has all these feelings for felix, and obviously he gets invited to saltburn, but not so that his goal is to get rid of the family and become the owner. i don't know what i wanted the ending to be rlly. i saw a post on here (i think) saying that it wld be interesting to see ollie kidnap felix, which i agree with somewhat. i'd still like it if he killed felix, something like from the poem 'My Last Duchess', which is referenced to in the film by ollie.
saying all this (which probably sounds a lot better in my head), everything else in the film is absolutely perfect. i wldnt change anything else. i love the cinematography, i love the colours, the overall aesthetic, the themes, i love the acting, i love the cast, the editing, the music, (most) of the story, and mainly the idea. but bc of how much i love this film, im willing to ignore the fact i'm not keen on the ending 😁😁😁😁
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