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How old is Hal Jordan really?

TL,DR: Hal Jordan was most likely mid to late 20s when he received the ring and approximately early to mid 40s when he became Parallax.

Few Notes:

I give precedence to mentions of aging + time passing in Green Lantern comics versus his appearance in others.

This will be pre Zero Hour continuity as he was retroactively deaged during that arc (and the timeline was shortened to 10 years).

I will be treating pre-crisis and post crisis Green Lantern comics as one continuity because the pre-crisis Green Lanterns survived the crisis

I will be assuming that at the youngest Hal was 18 when he joined the military because Hal has been shown to be rule abiding in that regard.

How Old Was Hal when he received the ring?

Pre-crisis, he was no younger than 28. Post crisis, he was no younger than 25.

In Green Lantern (1960) #36, it is established that Hal's best friend in the Air Force was a man named Bill who died in the Korean War. As this comic came out in 1965, if he joined during the last year (1953) of the war at age 18 (the youngest possible age), he would be 30 during this comic. While there was not any direct reference to time passing in issue 36, in Green Lantern (1960) #27, at most 3 and a half years had passed since he became a Green Lantern and at least two and half years had passed overall. This makes him no younger than 28 when he became a Green Lantern. This makes sense with other established timelines, such as the fact that Jim (Hal's "kid brother" as he calls him in Green Lantern (1960) #22) is already out of college and has been for a while and that Hal was complaining about kids these days in the 60s. He was written as an older character, with several issues contemplating on how much stuff has changed.

Post crisis, the main timeline changes happened in Green Lantern (1990) and the surrounding Green Lantern books. In Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn II #1, Hal is noted as having flown missions in Vietnam and for this to have happened several years before. In addition to flying in Vietnam, he was a test pilot which requires a college degree plus at least 3 years of military experience. He most likely was at the very least 25 during this point.

Timeline Mystery: When Did GL/GA Happen?

Green Lantern (1960) #76 (the first issue of Green Lantern/Green Arrow) most likely happened eight years after Hal became a Green Lantern.

This timeline assumes 3 years between Showcase #22 and Green Lantern (1960) #27 (the midpoint of the smallest amount of time possible and the largest time possible), takes note of the fact that there is a year between Green Lantern (1960) #42 and #52 (note: #52 is set pre Green Lantern (1960) #49, in which Hal self exiles himself from Coast City). In addition, it assumes 3 years between Green Lantern (1960) #49 and #74, taking into account the several six month/year long time mentions in those issues and the fact that Tom had three children within that time frame.

There being eight years between Hal becoming Green Lantern and gl/ga makes sense, especially since in Green Lantern Corps (1986) #201, it has been five years since GL/GA and in Green Lantern Corps #215, it has been 12 years since the start of the Solar Director arc which started in Green Lantern (1960) #8, which was over a year since Hal became Green Lantern but less than two.

How Old Was Hal when he became Parallax?

Hal was, at the very least, 41 when he became Parallax. He was at the very least 40 during Green Lantern (1990) #1 and there was a year long period between Green Lantern (1990) #1 and #48.

This number bases on the fact that he was at least 25, and there is fifteen years between Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn (1989) and Green Lantern (1990).

Hal being at the very least 40 makes sense because during this era he was supposed to be older. In fact, Adam Strange even teases him about going cosmic in his old age (Green Lantern (1990) #38) and he's called old by Guy (Green Lantern (1990) #25). Hal even complains about how much his back hurts and how it didn't hurt this much when he was 30 (Green Lantern (1990) #32). He's supposed to be older than this era, the one people look up to, the one who is tired of always doing what is right but hurts himself in the end. His age is an important aspect of the narrative. Erasing this weakens what the passage of time and growing up means to him.

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bodhranwriting · 11 months

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My Favourite Action Sequence: Tocktick by Bodh M.

I promised you guys this, but one of my favourite action scenes simply because you get so much character development. Who's your favourite?

The night had closed in as he stepped into what was ostensibly the lavatory.

It was an alleyway with some crates tastefully arranged into some modicum of privacy, a small lantern lit over the door. It reeked. Obviously, many of its visitors were beyond aiming once they stumbled onto the scene.

Holding his breath, Sixsmith picked his way to the drain – helpfully labelled in glowing white paint – selected a conveniently eye-level brick to become suddenly fascinated with and proceeded about his business.

Just as he had committed every red crack to memory, something round and very cold pressed against the back of his neck.

He froze.

“Hello, doc. Thought we said not to wander off anymore.”

Fuck.

Somehow, his voice didn’t shake even as his heart landed somewhere around his ankles. “Carter.”

He could picture Carter’s smirk and heard someone else snigger. Two of them then. As much as he had enjoyed it, antagonising the man last night had probably not been one of his better ideas.

Neither was kicking him in the crotch, but he felt that was a crime of which the universe would absolve him.

Carter, however, would not.

“Hands where I can see ‘em.”

“What, right now?”

An awkward almost-silence followed.

“… No, you can finish what you’re doing.”

“Very kind of you.”

The gun at his neck didn’t move an inch. His thoughts raced; plans flicked up like cards in a game and were abandoned just as quickly. If he ran now, they’d catch him. Worse than that, they’d make sure he couldn’t do that again. Fighting wasn’t an option. He’d rather go toe-to-toe with a locomotive.

He took as much time as he dared, wondering if anyone would hear him if he shouted, wondering how exactly they were planning to get him back to the tavern. If, of course, that was where they were going. They could have shot him in the head and been five streets away by the time the echoes died. There had to be some kind of transport, right? A cart or carriage of some sort – unless they were planning on marching him several streets.

And he wondered why.

Finally, Sixsmith turned around. The gun was so close he had to go cross-eyed to keep it in his vision – a battered-looking thing with a fat bullet chamber and most of the paint scratched off on one side. Carter jabbed it at him while his companion – a stout, grinning man armed with a cutlass who he didn’t know – fished in his pockets for something.

Hesitantly, he raised his hands and tried a smile. “Miss me already?”

The door was less than ten steps away, six or seven at a dash.

But they were going to be faster. Not smarter. Carter was a bully. He thought with his fists.

“Not really,” Carter said coolly, “There’s plenty of sawbones hanging around. Just need to dip into the nearest alley.”

Sixsmith widened his eyes as innocently as he could. “Why don’t you bugger off and do that then?”

The crack of his head striking the wall was gunshot-loud, a white flash blinding him. His legs buckled and the only reason he didn’t fall was the hand around his throat, pinning him against the damp brick. The gun pressed against his cheek.

Sixsmith tried to swallow. Now was the time for panicking.

“Have you always had a smart mouth?” Carter asked mildly.

He managed to shrug.

“How are you still alive?”

“Luck,” he croaked. The words were getting stuck in his throat, only partly because of the clamp on it. “C’mon, Cart-Carter. Gotta… be – easier pickin’s.”

“Yeah,” Carter said, leaning in. His breath misted unpleasantly over Sixsmith’s ear, “Not many of ‘em owe us. And –“ his tone suddenly became upbeat – “have an opportunity to pay us back.”

His lungs were glass. Breathing would shatter him.

“What…?”

“A hundred pounds,” Carter murmured, “That’s your debt repaid thrice. With interest.”

Stout grabbed his hands, wrapping twine around his wrists. The rasp shocked him back to life. Sixsmith went to yank his hands back, only for the pressure to increase around his throat.

It’d been a bloody gamble and he’d lost.

Wait.

An idea struck him. Not a good idea, but it was better than another head injury. Carefully, Sixsmith let his body fold inwards and tried to look like he’d given up.

Carter was looking at him suspiciously, but he let go. Sixsmith inhaled deeply, wincing at the dizziness which came with air. Bound hands weren’t ideal, but he’d worked with worse odds before. Admittedly, that’d been ten years and several injuries ago, but the principle of the thing wasn’t hugely different.

At least, Sixsmith hoped it wasn’t.

As the two brawlers each gripped an arm and began to march him towards the street, he managed, “Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, wait!”

“What?” Carter growled.

“Listen, listen. You like bets, right? ‘Course you do.” Digging his heels into the ground and fumbling in his pocket – hard to do with one half-working hand and another one quickly going numb – Sixsmith mined a penny from his pocket.

Stout laughed. “A penny won’t cut it, doc.”

Sixsmith shook his head and – somehow – rolled the penny across his knuckles. “C’mon. Just a wager. Indulge me.”

“You’re stalling,” Carter sneered.

“Aye, well, obviously, but c’mon.” He proffered the coin and hurried on, “I flip this coin. Heads, I go with you – no fuss or nuthin’. Tails –“

“We let you go?” Stout smirked, “Not for a hundred pounds.”

“No, no, tails – same story, right?” He tried not to look over at the door, kept his gaze focused on the smaller man. “But if it lands on its edge… I get a ten-minute head start.”

It didn’t appear to be landing, but they’d stopped. Surely, Emmett or someone would be coming to investigate his disappearance…

“On its edge?” Stout broke first. He was scowling in concentration, glaring at Sixsmith’s hands.

He grinned. “On its edge. Ten minutes. C’mon, what d’ya lose?”

Carter appeared to be thinking deeply; Sixsmith could almost see the wheels turning. Maybe he should’ve bargained for more time – made it less obviously appealingly one-sided. Stout seemed invested enough, quick glances flickering between his compatriot and prisoner.

He held his breath.

Finally, Carter shrugged. “Five.”

Spreading his hands as far as they’d go – not far at all, Shades besides, the twine was tight – Sixsmith repeated, “Five. Five is fine.”

“And if you make a peep on the way, I’ll break your jaw.”

He accepted this with a quick shake of the shoulders and tried to keep his adrenaline tamped down. Far more smoothly than he thought possible, he worked the coin into position, inhaled, and then flipped it into the air.

It spun, a silver glint caught by the solitary lantern, glittering as it reached the pinnacle of its arc and…

Sixsmith smashed his foot into the side of Carter’s knee, shoved him off-balance into Stout, and bolted.

He hit the door, seized the handle in both hands and yanked it open. Light blinded him as he stumbled over the threshold. A hand brushed his shirt as he turned to grab the inner doorknob, fingers snagging in the front of his collar. Gasping, Sixsmith slammed the door closed – earning a shrill “Fuck-bitch!” – and then leapt back as it was ripped from his hands. He backpedalled desperately, dodged a swing from Carter, tripped over an uneven floorboard, and went down hard on his side, winded. Carter grasped his trouser leg, tearing the fabric, and Sixsmith twisted, lashing out. His foot struck bone – Carter’s cheek – and he was released.

Scrambling to his feet, still scrabbling towards the bar, he forced his lungs to fill, and yelled, “Emmett! Help!”

⸹

Emmett’s head snapped up at the cry. Instinctively, he snatched the poker from the stand and vaulted over the fireside chairs towards the sound.

He had enough time to land as Sixsmith fell through the saloon-doors, followed by a furious giant with a gun and the beginnings of a shiner. A second later, a second man waving a cutlass barged into the room.

His gaze immediately fell on Emmett. “You! Thief!”

A heartbeat of confusion thudded through his veins before hard-hammered lessons took over. He was in a tolerable Vinettae as the first strike came.

The poker was heavy, but he hadn’t used a real sword in so long that his clumsiness was neither hindered nor helped by it. Emmett danced back, parrying a wild stab towards his guts. The sword slid along the metal, screeching horribly. The stink of coal filled his nose.

Eyes watering, he blocked another swing and nearly fell over an armchair. Emmett stumbled, barely ducking in time as the blade passed over his head close enough to shave the tips of his hair and jabbed upwards.

His attacker fell back with a screech, holding his ribs. Spittle formed at the corner of his mouth, wet panting escaping between rubbery lips.

It was going to be a wild swing; this man had no finesse with the blade –

A glass smashed near the man’s head, forcing him to jump aside, attention snapping to a new threat.

Emmett glanced too, seeing Kizzy frozen in the aftermath of a throw, but recovered quicker. Swiftly, he brought his poker down on the man’s right wrist.

Yowling in pain, the stout man dropped his cutlass and fell back as Emmett stabbed into his guts.

A gunshot rang out.

“Nobody move or I blow his head off!”

Sucking in a lungful of air, ears ringing, head pounding, Emmett halted. His heart constricted.

The giant – the brawler who had chased them last night – was by the saloon doors, an arm locked about Sixsmith’s neck and a gun jammed against his temple. Hastily, Emmett scanned the room, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Talas was barely out of his chair, fingers denting the cushioned arms. Kizzy was still on top of the table, Scarlett by the bar. Maia was lying on the floor, arms covering her head.

A still-smoking hole was drilled in the floorboard scant inches from her left hip.

“Nobody move,” he repeated, “Or this shit gets it.” For emphasis, he pressed his weapon harder against his hostage’s head, forcing Sixsmith to have to crane his neck to compensate. Nodding over at Emmett, he added, “So drop the poker.”

Emmett hesitated.

“Bluff –“ Sixsmith choked the brawler clamped a hand over his mouth, trapping his throat in the crook of his captor’s elbow. He was on his toes, scratching futilely at the man’s sleeves.

“Shuddup!”

Stout feinted towards his dropped cutlass, dodging back as Emmett pointed the poker.

“If you put him down,” he heard Maia say from the floor, “We can talk about this.”

“Talk?” the giant was backing away, dragging his hostage with him. “Hundred pounds talks. Not you. Owen! C’mon.”

Stout – Owen – sneered at Emmett as he retreated. “Don’t even think of coming after us. Or we’ll – we’ll slaughter all of youse.”

Emmett’s heartbeat was a thrum. Not moving his head, he scanned the room – glasses, cutlery, a few plates.

“Look, put him down,” Maia called, “For fuck’s sake, he’s going blue!”

“Well, if you’d all stop moving -” the giant hefted Sixsmith higher, ignoring the strangled gasp – “then this’ll be much quicker.”

Owen reached the giant’s side, fingers curling and uncurling like he was still trying to reach the sabre abandoned at Emmett’s feet. “Alive, Carter,” he said lowly. “Can’t get the money if ‘e’s dead.”

“Fine.” Carter theatrically loosened his grip and gestured grandiosely with the gun. “If I see any of you following us –“

Sixsmith bit him.

The bar plummeted into darkness, the aftermath of the muzzle-flash blinding Emmett as he leapt forwards. Someone screamed. A body hit the floor followed by something metallic striking wood.

Emmett’s foot hit something soft and he staggered, landing painfully on his hands, shouting rising around him.

Then the saloon doors squeaked to a stop.

“Shades beside us, Emmett. You got me in the ribs!”

“Six!” Emmett scrambled up. “Are you alright?”

A match flared nearby, illuminating Maia’s shocked face. The flame wobbled in her shaking hands.

Sixsmith looked up at them both and grinned, eyes gleaming with a mischievous devilment. “That were an adventure, weren’t it?”

“What happened?”

“Miss Scarlett –“ Sixsmith gestured with bound hands – “has one hell of a throwin’ arm.” He looked down and laughed suddenly. “Holy shit, you sliced his fuckin’ ear off!”

#writeblr #arcane skies #deaf #queer #writing #action

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is-this-fandom-who-knows · 1 year

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Okay so I got several notes on my "Things Jason Todd should freak out over that happened while he was dead/in a coma/braindead/gone" post about using it in a timeline EXCEPT I listed those events off the top of my head and didn't actually look up when they happened relative to each other so I know that they weren't in chronological order so I am relisting each of those plus a few new ones in chronological order with issue dates here if anyone actually does want a timeline. If the comment references events that take place some time apart then I listed by whichever happened first. Check the issues listed to figure out when the second event happened. I may edit this post later.

"There's another Mister Miracle? And he's human?" (Mister Miracle Vol.2 #22, December 1990)

"Deathstroke killed Jericho? Damn and I thought Bruce was a shitty dad -" (New Titans #83, February 1992)

"Danny is dead?" (New Titans #84, March 1992)

"Donna had a kid? One that was supposed to grow up to be so evil that an entire group of Titans from the future came back in time to stop him from being born? Kid definitely got it from his dad." (Deathstroke the Terminator #14, September 1992) (Team Titans #1, September 1992)

"Apparently Miriam Delgado is a name I need to add to my list :)" (New Titans #90, September 1992)

"Since when did Deathstroke have a daughter and why is she missing an eye too?" (Deathstroke the Terminator #15, October 1992) (Teen Titans Vol.3 #12, August 2004)

"SUPERMAN DIED HOW THE FUCK DID THIS DOOMSDAY GUY JUST PUNCH SUPERMAN TO DEATH HE'S SUPERMAN." (Superman Vol.2 #75, November 1992)

"Okay what happened to Qurac? Entire countries do not just disappear." (Deathstroke the Terminator #19, February 1993)

"What the fuck do you mean Roy Harper's baby momma nuked it???!! Where did she even get nukes??!!" (Deathstroke the Terminator #19, February 1993)

"Also apparently Superman has a clone now???" (Adventures of Superman #500, June 1993)

"Who the fuck is this Bane guy and how did he break B's back." (Batman Vol.1 #497, July 1993)

"COAST CITY DOESN'T EXIST ANYMORE - WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT DOESN'T EXIST ANYMORE?" (Green Lantern Vol.3 #46, October 1993)

"Hal Jordan became evil?" (Green Lantern Vol.3 #49, February 1994)

"Are the Green Lantern Corps around rn?" (Green Lantern Vol.3 #50, March 1994)

"What the fuck is the speed force." (The Flash Vol.2 #91, June 1994)

"Iris Allen is alive and time travelled here from the future with her grandson apparently??" (The Flash Vol.2 #92, July 1994)

"Dick and Kory broke up???" (New Titans #114, September 1994)

"Is- is Guy Gardner human, or -" (Guy Gardner: Warrior #0, October 1994)

"There's a Green Arrow 2.0 and he's the first one's kid? Poor guy." (Green Arrow Vol.2 #91, November 1994) (Green Arrow Vol.2 #96, April 1995)

"So Green Arrow also died and came back?" (Green Arrow Vol.2 #101, October 1995) (Green Arrow Vol.3 #1 April 2001)

"Wait who the fuck is Neron." (Underworld Unleashed #1, November 1995)

"Blockbuster is smart now?" (Underworld Unleashed #1, November 1995) (Impulse #8, November 1995)

"You're telling me that B had the opportunity to bring me back to life - back to him and he didn't fucking take it?! Yes I know that I was already alive and it was like literally a deal with the devil it's the principle of the matter!" (Underworld Unleashed #2, December 1995)

"Apparently while I was gone Gotham was targeted by a deadly plague, got hit by a giant earthquake, and basically got kicked out of the US?" (Batman: Shadow of the Bat #48, March 1996) (Batman: Shadow of the Bat #73, April 1998) (Detective Comics #729, February 1999)

"Dick moved to Bludhaven and became a fucking cop?" (Nightwing Vol.2 #1 October 1996)(Nightwing Vol.2 #41 March 2000)

"What the fuck do you mean the sun almost got eaten." (The Final Night, November 1996)

"Look is Hal Jordan alive or not." (The Final Night#4, November 1996) (Day of Judgement #5, November 1999) (Green Lantern: Rebirth #4, March 2005)

"So... How old is Aqualad now? Why was he hanging out with Aquaman's dad? Why did that make him older?" (Tempest, November 1996 - February 1997)

"Oh, Aqualad's going by Tempest now? Good to know." (Tempest #2, December 1996)

"Supes got married? Congrats to him but I've met Lois Lane and I know she could do better." (Superman: The Wedding Album, December 1996)

"Martians almost took over the world?" (JLA Vol.1 #1, January 1997)

"Wait Donna's husband and baby died? Damn." (Wonder Woman Vol.2 #121, May 1997)

"The entire population had to run so that the Flash could siphon the energy to run a fucked up Hunger Games/Olympics crossover race set by a pair intergalctic alien gods so they wouldn't Alderaan earth?" (The Flash Vol.2 #138, June 1998)

"Someone actually decided to date the Joker? Is she insane? Don't answer that." (Batman: Harley Quinn, October 1999)

"Aqualad - sorry, Tempest- had a kid too?!" (Aquaman Vol.5 #63, January 2000)

"Flash got married too? IDK who Linda is but congrats to them both too I guess." (The Flash Vol.2 #159, April 2000)

"YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT BASICALLY EVERY HERO GOT THEIR AGE TEMPORARILY FUCKED UP? I NEED PICS ASAP." (Young Justice: Sins of Youth, May 2000)

"The JLA kicked B out and almost fell apart because they found out he had made contingency plans to take em all out? You're telling me they were actually surprised? Old man's paranoid as fuck of course he has contingency plans." (JLA Vol.1 #46, October 2000)

"What's all this about playing baseball to save the earth?" (Young Justice Vol.1 #27, January 2001)

"B and Supes told the rest the JLA their secret identities? I didn't think they had it in them." (JLA Vol.1 #50, February 2001)

"Commish got shot? By who? Are they still alive? I can fix it if they are he's the only cop worth a damn in this city." (Batman Vol.1 #587, March 2001)

"Y'all went to war with a guy trying to literally hollow out the universe? damn." (JLA: Our Worlds at War, September 2001)

"So Dickie finally got adopted." (Batman: Gotham Knights #21, November 2001)

"B got arrested and put on trial for murder? Imao." (Batman: the 10-cent Adventure, March 2002)

"WAIT HE WAS FRAMED BY BATGIRL 3.0'S DAD?" (Batman Vol.1 #605, September 2002)

"I'm sorry, Pretender's team led a bunch of other heroes, most of whom I've never even heard of, to invade the sovereign nation of Zandia? Like, I know it's just a nation for criminals to hang out and avoid justice, but still." (Young Justice Vol.1 #50, December 2002)

"One of the Pretender's friends was a ghost that was actually an interdimensional portal to Apokolips?" (Young Justice Vol.1 #55, May 2003)

"DONNA DIED AND CAME BACK TOO?" (Titans/Young Justice: Graduation Day #3, August 2003) (DC Special: The Return of Donna Troy, August 2005)

"Somehow the entire population got mind wiped and no longer remembers that Wally West is the Flash or that his identity used to be public. hm." (The Flash Vol.2 #200, September 2003)

"Jericho is alive???" (Teen Titans Vol.3 #2, October 2003)

"Is Jericho evil or not?" (Teen Titans Vol.3 #2, October 2003) (Teen Titans Vol.3 #12, August 2004)

"Raven is also alive and a teenager now???" (Teen Titans Vol.3 #3, November 2003)

"Blockbuster murdere- Catalina Flores? Ah, another name to add to my list, I see." (Nightwing Vol 2 #93, July 2004)

"The Atom's ex killed the Elongated Man's wife and hired Captain Boomerang to end the Pretender's dad? Damn." (Identity Crisis #1, August 2004) (Identity Crisis #5, December 2004)

"Why did Gotham become a war zone- oh it was one of B's contingencies? That tracks. Wait another Robin died? I don't care if she wasn't actually using the name Robin when she died what the fuck B?" (Detective Comics Vol.1 #797, October 2004) (Batman Vol.1 #633, December 2004)

"You were actually on to something working with this Orpheus guy but of course he got murdered too-" (Batman: Gotham Knights #57, November 2004)

"How many Green Lanterns are there anyways?" (Green Lantern: Rebirth, December 2004-May 2005)

"So Guy Gardener is human now, right?" (Green Lantern: Rebirth #2, January 2005)

"EDDIE IS A SUPERHERO NOW?" (Teen Titans Vol.3 #42, February 2007) [yeah I messed up on this one, Eddie didn't get his powers until post-Infinite Crisis]

Here's the link to the original post btw:

#dc #comics #jason todd #my post #my posts

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otteranha · 1 year

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part 1 Part 3 of the snowed in blackout at Steve’s house fic*

*did I skip part 2 because this section was finished and wouldn’t get out of my brain? yes, yes I did. apologies for any confusion, part 2 will be out sometime.

It was nearly 6 o’clock and the chaos had dulled to a simmer. Eddie had to admit that it was a lot of hosting to take on for a lot of long, dark, empty hours if Harrington had been letting the kids stay over since the storm. No wonder the guy looked shell shocked. Once the question of the television was officially out, Eddie got the kids circled up, passing around a flashlight as they told each other ghost stories. Peace reigning upon earth, Eddie peeled himself off the floor and left the group to their pseudo-campfire tales, and snuck back into the kitchen.

The overhead lights were still on there and in the hallway, everything else dark. Steve was arranging fix-in’s for s’mores on several plates. It was the first time Eddie’d seen him alone all day. Steve looked up, “Hey thanks for your help this afternoon. I think I might actually have lost my mind there if I had to face that lot alone.” Eddie hadn’t expected that. “Oh, no problem. You’re the one doing us a favor really.” “Yeah but you fully made yourself the bad guy back there, with the TV. That- that was a big help.”

“Well, you can’t play good-cop bad-cop all by yourself. They always gang up on you like that?” “Nah,” said Steve, “Usually they’re pretty great. I want to say sweet but that’s giving them too much credit, usually they’re...” “Salty? Savory? Umami?”

Steve laughed. “Sure, let’s go with that. Besides they’re lightyears better people than I was at their age so. I try to cut them some slack.” He trailed off, then exclaimed, “Oh you never got your shower did you?” Eddie, in fact, had not.

“You can go now, if you don’t mind showering by lantern. The water heater’s still getting power.”

“Right now I’d shower by bioluminescent fish if the water was hot.”

Steve laughed again- strangely gratifying. “Let me get this out to them and I’ll grab you a towel.” He disappeared with the snacks. When he returned he lead Eddie not towards his dad’s gym where everyone had been showering all day, but upstairs.

“Luring me into the bowels of Castle Harrington? I’m not going to end up bricked into a wall, am I?” Eddie asked. The hallway was long, deeply carpeted and spookily pristine.

“It’s a mess in there. I swear, not one person cleaned the drain. I should make a sign.” He lead Eddie into a bedroom with an ensuite bathroom tiled all over in what was either pale grey or lavender, impossible to tell by flashlight.

“Your parents don’t mind you letting the rabble invade their room?”

“Oh, this is a spare room.”

Eddie felt himself blush, of course it was a spare room idiot. Because people like the Harrington’s had to spend their money on things like rooms nobody slept in 90% of the time. He bounced around, distracting from his mistake, coming to rest in front of a display of photographs on a presumably empty dresser.

“Must be handy for all those Harrington family get togethers, huh?”

“d’Agostino get togethers actually. My mom’s family. Dad’s an only child.”

“That explains a lot.”

“You’re an only child, aren’t you?” Steve said, but he didn’t sound mad, just matter of fact.

Eddie had to admit his point.”Touchè, your Majesty.”

“They were going to have more kids I guess,” Steve went on, “But mom says she ruined her figure enough just having me.” His tone was light but in the weird flickering light from the flashlights, everything seemed to have a kind of gravity.

“You have a lot of cousins,” said Eddie looking over the photographs- dozens of people with symmetrical faces, standing in symmetrically arranged poses in rows symmetrically arranged frames.

“Yeah. We haven’t seen them in years. Mom stopped talking to her family after my grandpa died. It was tough on her and- ” he cut himself off abruptly.

“And what?” “Nothing.” “Tell me.” “Rich people problems. You don’t want to hear about it.”

“Sure I do,” and to his surprise Eddie did. “Lay that Park Avenue drama on me Harrington.”

“My mom’s got three brothers, she’s the only girl. It’s just that my grandpa was really old school, traditional, you know? He divided everything equally among his kids in his will, but instead of leaving my mom’s share to her he... he put it in a trust. For me, when I turn 21. I don’t know all the details, I was only 10 when he died but I remember she was going to leave my dad. She had an apartment and a lawyer and everything.” He drummed his fingers nervously over the dresser and went on.

"Then her dad died and she was gonna use the money he left her to get away and start over. Only she didn’t get any of it. And her brothers wouldn’t help her out, because they thought she was asking for more than her share. I think she was kind of mad at me too, because grandpa left me the money instead of her. I tried to give it to her once when I was a kid but she just got upset and told me not to mention it again. Anyway she stopped talking to her family after that so. Not many family get togethers.”

“That’s not fair though. It wasn’t your fault, you were just a kid.”

“I know, I think she just couldn’t help being a little mad about it. She’s a good mom though.” Steve raised his chin, defensive. The beam of the flashlight lay across the long column of his neck. “Oh yeah?”

"She could still have left my dad, but he would’ve kept me. His lawyers are really good. And she wasn’t going to leave me with him.”

“I get it,” said Eddie because suddenly, weirdly he did. He had something in common with Steve Harrington. Upstairs in the dark house, it felt like they were the only two people who existed, not in Steve’s parents’ guest room, but some weird pocket realm, through a wardrobe, or a looking glass.

“Do you?”

“I really do Steve.” Eddie cleared his throat, “My mom tried to leave my dad a bunch of times. Sometimes she had to leave in the middle of the night without even a bag but she always took me with her.”

“Oh.” Steve looked at him, this common ground seemingly just as surprising to him as it was to Eddie. “Is she- where is she now? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“Drunk driver.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah me too.” They stared a bit, not directly, but pretty steadily at each other’s shoes. Then Steve shook himself, tossing Eddie the towel.

“I’ll get out of your hair. Thanks again for helping with the kids. I really hate it when they get so- when I have to disappoint them like that.”

“Any time you need someone to play the big bad, just whistle. Especially if I can claim all the amenities of chez Harrington, seriously this towel is like a cloud had a baby with a lamb.”

“Aren’t lambs already babies?”

Eddie snorted. “Semantics. Now shoo.” Steve shooed.

#steddie #stranger things #stranger things au #stranger things fic #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson

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Things Doctor Alto Clef is No Longer Permitted to Do On Site

As ordered by Site Command, O5 Counsel, The Administrator, several SCPs, and generally everyone who ever met the man, Doctor Alto Clef is no longer permitted to do the following:

Not allowed to point at anyone and state "Someone tell 049 quickly, here's a clear case of the Pestilence if I ever saw one!"

Not allowed to give anything with artificial sweeteners to 999. Poor little blob had a horrible stomachache after the infamous episode with the sugar-free gummy bears. Incidentally, the cleaning bill is coming out of your pay.

Not allowed to suggest anomalies to "reeducate" or "reclassify". We know how you'd prefer to classify 682, but it can't be done. And a more intelligent person would stop trying.

Not allowed to smile at staff or anomalies "in a threatening way". Frankly, you're lucky Agent Markovich only gave you a black eye.

Not allowed to "menace" staff with that damned ukulele. But feel free to torture the Chaos Insurgency to your warped heart's delight; those guys are assholes who can not just eat a bag of dicks, but choke on them.

Speaking of bags of dicks... stop sending them to Doctor Bright. His entire desk is overladen with gummy genitalia.

Not allowed to suggest movies to Doctor Bright. The "SCP Fight Club" was your fault, a bad idea all round, and got much worse once 076-2 tagged in.

Not allowed to read bedtime stories to any children on site. We do NOT need another incident of " Where's My Cow?"

Not allowed to tell D-Class that 096 "just needs a hug" and "he's not so scary, just sing to him and you'll be fine".

Not allowed to suggest Site Spirit Day ideas. Yes, Daganronpa is a great series. But... no one wants to live in Hope's Peak Academy, if only for one day. And the Monokumas were just overdoing it.

Not allowed to follow Doctor Gears around with a music app set to "Mr. Roboto" by Styx. Doctor Gears is NOT a robot or any variant thereof.

Not allowed to cook for anyone. Seriously, those pancakes were so hard you could use them as clay pigeons, and somehow the bacon was so raw the pig didn't even notice it was missing yet.

No more gurney racing! We get more than enough injuries on site to begin with.

Not allowed to dress the anomalies. 173 may not have cared about the wig and dress, but we dare you to try it on 076-2 or 106 if you're THAT bored.

Not allowed to start sing-alongs. You know what you did.

Not allowed to barter, buy, sell, lease, or rent souls. How do you even rent a soul? Never mind, that's a rabbit hole best avoided.

Alcohol is not permitted on site. Even if Doctor Bright drives us to drink. Where did the vodka even come from?

Not allowed to request alcohol from 294. Just in case.

Not allowed to use his ukulele as a melee weapon. Just play it, whomever is attacking will surrender instead of hearing that.

Not allowed to create improvised explosives. Kung Pao Chicken does NOT require gunpowder. How did you even turn a live chicken into a clucking grenade?

Not allowed to practice horticulture. Combustible lemons were bad enough, but making them insult you as they hit you is a bit much.

Not allowed to "decommission" anomalies without authorization from above. Doctor Bright does not count. Doctor Gears does count, but he's not likely to agree.

Not allowed to refer to new hires as "fresh meat for the grinder". First... creepy much, Alto? Second, it's just cruel.

No more than 75 kills per day. Sorry, but in this economy ANY help is hard to find, especially good help.

Not allowed to feed the anomalies marijuana brownies. We don't even know how 073 was even able to eat it due to his properties. But seeing 682 stoned was funny. Who knew the big nearly undead bastard had a plethora of dad jokes? Not the three D-Class who nearly died laughing. Still, don't do it again.

For the last damn time... 714 is NOT a Green Lantern Power Ring, we have no such item, there is no Power Battery hidden in the Keter Wing, and you should stop telling staff and D-Class this. We're losing 6 people a day to this nonsense.

Not allowed to refer to his exploding poultry as "chicken riggies", no matter how humorous it may be.

Not allowed to go "undercover" in the women's restrooms, showers, or lockerrooms on site. No, not even for "research". Especially not for THAT kind of "research". Get a RealDoll, Alto!

Not allowed to encourage Doctor Bright in his shenanigans. Does Jack Bright really need encouragement like that?

Not allowed to perform unauthorized tests on staff or anomalies. Putting a "Free Hugs" sign on 049's back was not funny, and if 049 hadn't noticed who knows what would happen.

Not allowed to point at staff in hazmat gear and chant "Unclean. Unclean." Especially not around 049.

"More shotguns" will not solve all problems. Stop suggesting it.

There will NEVER be a "Dress Like a Ninja" day here. Stop trying to make it happen.

Not allowed to "rent" out his services as a "divorce mediator". No one needs your kind of mediation.

No stalking the staff. Period. No, not even if they're a suspected security risk.

If it's on the Bright List, don't. And stop suggesting new ideas to him.

There are no maps for the Wanderer's Library. Please stop selling them.

Jello shots do not typically involve firearms.

Stop referring to Bright Duty as "Witless Protection".

Not allowed to show episodes of "The Twilight Zone" to anomalies. Ferdinand is still looking for that damned cookbook.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #dr clef

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vancityreynold · 21 days

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There’s a lot of hate directed at Taylor Swift because she’s “overhyped” and she “uses her private jet like taxi cab”, but I’ve let me tell you, I’ve met Taylor in real life and it’s all totally true.

Wherever she goes, she has a security guard and a chauffeur whose only purpose is to “drive her limousine to the nearest airport”.

She once told me her writing process was just two dozen chimpanzees banging on keyboards 18 hours a day. Their gibberish is put through autocorrect and an unpaid fifteen year old ghostwriter picks the one that sounds most like a love song and just adds a couple rhymes at random (the music is all hers though).

We’ve met on several occasions and each time she’s confused me for Ryan Gosling before pretending to realize I was “the guy from Green Lantern”. My daughter is a huge fan so I’ve tried to invite her multiple times but she keeps ignoring my DMs and replying to all my texts with “who dis”. Also, she still thinks most people know her from the 2019 movie “Cats”.

“Don’t Blame Me” is still my favorite song tho

#taylor swift #ryan reynolds

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givemewallywestorgivemedeath · 2 years

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With One Minute War it could be a good chance to update the old Top 10 Fastest characters in the DC Universe.

I mean is pretty outdated with characters like Godspeed more or less dead, for the moment Thawne has no any power, Wallace is very low in my opinion. And obviously include all the speedster who have returned since Flash War.

I would really like to see the opinion of Adams about this in the future.

Oh it so could be.

Man, the placement of Ace on that poster makes me so angry every single time I look at it. DC look me in the eyes and tell me that Kid Flash is slower than Wonder Woman, Superman, Cheetah and Shazam. His entire thing is speed. I refuse.

In my opinion (warning: controversial topic ahead) DC's speed ranking (of living characters) should be this:

1) Wally West

2) Barry Allen

3) Bart Allen

4) Savitar

5) Eobard Thawne (when he has powers)

6) Thaddeus Thawne (when he has powers)

7) The Black Racer

8) Jay Garrick

9) Max Mercury

10) Avery Ho

11) Jenni Ognats

12) Jesse Quick

13) Ace West

14) Irey West

And then it goes to the non speedsters:

15) Darla Dudley

16) Superman

17) Shazam (or anyone with his power)

18) Any Green Lantern

19) Cheetah

20) Wonder Woman

Honorable mentions to Jai West and Linda Park. I cannot in good faith place them above Darla until I see if they are able to access Flash Time of their own power in One Minute War.

So here's my reasoning on this list. The top three are fairly easy. Wally is faster than Barry, we know this from Flash War. Bart has been stated multiple times to be as fast as Barry and that one day he will be faster than him. He's just too young right now to surpass him. Also they haven't really raced like Wally and Barry so Bart might've already surpassed Barry and we wouldn't know.

Savitar is below Bart. This is not based off of their last interaction because Bart was a child at the time. Rather this is based on comparing Savitar's feats to Bart's feats. Bart at one point was the speedforce. There's just no getting around that. Only the people stated as being faster than him after that event (Wally and Barry) can actually be considered as faster than him.

Savitar is faster than Eobard in my opinion. Why? The Flash family kicked Eobard's ass with some difficulty but they almost died (and Johnny actually did) trying to do the same to Savitar.

Thad has to be comparable to Bart to actually be a threat to him so he would have to be fairly high up in the rankings.

What's funny is the Black Racer is supposed to be the fastest creature in the universe and yet Wally and Barry have both beat him in several races. The thing here is that 1-7 on this list are all insanely fast and the differences of speed between 1-7 is negligible at best. Realistically there's a difference in speed of a single pico second between 1 (Wally) and 7 (Black Racer). That's how close all these guys are.

Now Jay had to drop out of the Black Racer race so he's below him. But not by much because Jay was still keeping pace for a while. Jay is only slightly faster than Max so Max is next on the list.

Avery is interesting. I debated putting Avery above Max. Ultimately I didn't because the last time Barry accessed Flash Time Avery and Ace were too slow to follow him. This was at the beginning of her training however and since then she has significantly outpaced Ace and was named by Barry to be his successor in JLI. It cannot be overstated that 16 year old Avery Ho is fast.

Jenni is under Avery because she has the Allen speed but we don't really have any metrics or feats for her yet. There's nothing really to compare to except that she could keep up with pre speedforce absorbtion Bart. I see Avery as around that speed as well but with more training.

Jesse and Ace were tricky because they're both considered 'slower' speedsters. Obviously that's extremely relative because to a speedster 'slow' is not being able to break lightspeeds. Jesse just has more technical know-how so she is above Ace.

Irey, just because of her age, had to be dead last. She is faster than any non-speedster but she's also like 8. Have you ever seen an 8 year old run? Any adult is faster than her. I look forward to seeing her climb the rankings though.

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You weren't supposed to get hurt

Wee John has always loved fire. Also on AO3.

Wee John didn’t remember a time when he didn’t like fire. He’d always loved watching it in the hearth dancing back and forth and all around, peeking behind the logs and hiding in the cinders in the morning.

He’d seen a house go up in flames when he was eight. Once the family inside was safe they whole village had watched it burn; there was no saving it, it would be easier to rebuild.

Wee John had watched that house burn like it was some sort of religious ceremony. The flames leapt high into the sky and died back, then caught something else and went high again. It was a dark moonless night and the fire was the only light to be seen for miles around drowning out anything else. It was warm too, warmer than a normal fire. Wee John was warmer than he had ever been.

From that moment on he’d been chasing that feeling. He took over lighting the fires in the house, which his mother appreciated and didn’t sense any abnormal goings on. Well until he’d been caught setting light to an old fallen down shed at the edge of the village.

Bless her, she’d still let him tend to the fires at home and for a while Wee John was able to keep the temptation to burn at bay.

For a little while at least. The next fire he set was to a barn that wasn’t as empty as he thought. No people, thank goodness, but several pigs were killed and the village decided they’d had enough of him. The local parish decided to send him to the coast to become a merchant sailor. Their thought process was that he wouldn’t set fire to a ship and sink and kill himself and everyone on board.

Well they forgot about gunpowder and they didn’t even consider that Wee John might become a pirate.

Gunpowder was amazing, how it could light so much with so little and send things sky high and with a burst of sound and then flames would consume and entire ship. And the reflection over the water was a sight to be seen.

Wee John loved fire, and he loved watching ships go down in flames.

The Revenge had come upon a badly damaged English vessel with only a few men left alive. The men were quickly dispatched and any useful contents brought aboard the Revenge.

“Can we light it on fire,” Wee John asked. Sometimes the answer was yes and sometimes no but with no other ships around and everything going well so he hoped the answer would be yes.

“Knock yourself out mate,” Frenchie said and Wee John jumped for joy. He spent the next half hour setting up a trail of gunpowder and some well placed sail and some extra lantern oil to make a spectacular fire. He was hoping the fire would split the ship in have and it would go down in two different flaming messes.

It started off just fine, with the powder lighting the sails and the flames bursting high in the air with a wonderful crackling noise, but as the fire spread Wee John started to have an odd feeling. He looked at the ship and retraced in his mind what he had done. It should all go to plan, but still something nagged at him.

“Guys, I think…”

The ship exploded. The force of the explosion knocked them all back and debris started to rain down on the Revenge. Wee John’s ears were ringing and everything was smokey and time seemed to have slowed down. He looked around and didn’t see any fires starting on the Revenge; that was good.

Then he heard screaming. Two different screams. People were hurt. His crewmates were hurt.

Oluwande was lying on the ground crying in pain, blood dripping from a large gash on his leg. Jim was there trying to help.

Pete had also been hit, in the shoulder by the looks of it and he looked pale and like he was going to fall over. Lucius was shaking as well as he and Roach tended to Pete.

Wee John looked out at the ship which wasn’t burning and was mostly just a few planks floating on the water. He’d fucked up. He didn’t know how he had fucked up but in his desire to watch the ship go down in flames he had hurt two of his friends.

Jim looked at Wee John and snarled at him and Lucius looked like he might start yelling.

“I…I’m sorry, you…you weren’t supposed to get hurt,” Wee John said and moved as quickly as he could below deck. He sobbed in his room. What had he done? He…he hurt his friends, family had lived with for years. He thought he’d been careful but…fuck!

Wee John cried and wondered if they were going to kick him off the ship. After he’d been crying for a while he heard something fall on the floor. He saw one of his makeup brushes on the floor. He picked it up and then saw it move around again.

“Izzy?”

The brush moved again.

“Shouldn’t you be up helping Olu and Pete?”

The brush moved again, Izzy wasn’t going away.

“So I suppose you’re here to what? Make me realize everyone makes mistakes? Comfort me,” Wee John asked.

“I feel really bad. I fucked up,” Wee John sighed, “I guess we all do don’t we Izzy?”

Wee John wiped the tears from his face. He stayed in his room for a little while longer before he went to go talk to Olu and Pete. The both forgave him of course. It was an accident and no one else had seen any danger in the situation. Pete told him he liked Wee John’s work with explosives.

He was going to have to be careful in the future when it came to fire. He thought he had been but he was going to have to be very careful. It was lucky that no one had been badly hurt and lucky that there was no damage to the Revenge.

#febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday13 #ofmd #wee john feeney #izzy hands #fic

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[ not to toot my own character development horn but. Hrhrhhrnrnrh I am occasionally exceptionally unwell about the dichotomy I've made between Bro'Dee and Salaak despite their Corps being allies. Not just in the sense of expanding upon one of their exceedingly few interactions, but in how they're opposing parallels. ]

[ Bro'Dee is staunchly optimistic, but struggles with self-doubt which rivals even his stubborn insistence that all will be well at times. He's oddly human in his mannerisms and parts of his appearance, then does something without needing his ring (i.e. jogs along at a steady trot for upwards of 20 miles, lifts two or more of the human Lanterns at once or even a car-like vehicle, munches on a whole ass raw crab shell and all like it's an apple) or has some anatomical feature (a cross between an elephant's trunk and rattlesnake rattle on the back of his skull, both "male" and "female" sex organs, a respiratory system that can not only swotch between air and water but fresh and saltwater.) He's extremely social and does not handle being alone for long, making friends wherever he goes, but is often forced to work with a planet’s suffering inhabitants for company. ]

[ Salaak is an infamous pessimist, yet finds himself contradicting himself and hoping against hope for the safety of those few he's come to care for in times of danger. He's utterly alien in appearance and mannerisms (all arms can operate independently of each other, several sets of smaller eyes in addition to his obvious primary pair, frankly fucked up grasshopper muscles in his legs, a tongue so long it has to sit rolled up in a specia part of his throat, the list goes on), yet has suffered such unfortunately but unmistakably Earthly experiences (systemic oppression, educational and occupational discrimination, labor abuse, and living in a caste system to name a few.) He's guarded himself from the other Lanterns and even his own kind before being recruited, doubly so after his Lantern partner died, yet despite himself has grown fond of Soranik, Kilowog, and (most begrudging of all) Guy. ]

[ jdjxjdj tl;dr fuck you dee cee they're actual characters with personal stories and depth instead of just narrative tools (and also mine) now ]

#They Pull the Strings : OOC #Blue Moon : Saint Walker #Tetradexterity : Salaak #[ I don't yell to the heavens enough about him...... qvq ]

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gretahayes · 10 months

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Thinking about how much Oliver seems to dislike Kyle during their team up. Kyle was explicitly the replacement for Hal Jordan as the Green Lantern of Earth when Hal became Parallax and Hal and Oliver have been best buddies forever. And then on top of that Oliver was the one who shot Hal in Zero Hour, which he’s super guilty for at the time. And then not a year later he dies too. And then Hal brings him back during Final Night and when he comes back Hal’s dead and Kyle is still there as his replacement. So, like, I get him not liking Kyle, cause presumably he associates the guy pretty strongly with Hal’s insanity and death. Which is probably made worse by Kyle wearing the same style of mask as Hal did, instead of his silly funny mask. Anyway, you probably already had these thoughts and my rambly bullshit is just repeating things you already knew. And now my break is over so I have to go back to Job :(

Yeah, Ollie expressed disapproval for Kyle almost right off the bat in Quiver—though that was the weird situation where he was just body and not soul, so ehhh. Then in archer's quest they were cool, but Ollie also lied to him blatantly, so Kyle starts off this team-up still slightly peeved about that. And Ollie says blatantly, several times, that his issue with Kyle is that Kyle's green lantern and he’s not Hal. Entire crux of Ollie's problem with him, and Kyle so obviously resents that and the other stuff Ollie says about his character and worth as a green lantern, so he gets pissed too and is annoying as hell in turn. Connor has to mediate and gets pissed at them both—mostly Ollie—for it. They do sort of smoothe it out at the end, they make a quip involving Hal without any animosity, and Ollie says they're "getting there" when asked if they're friends, so. Good for them

#asks #i do appreciate this ask though i like talking abt stuff #rus reads green arrow 2001 #<- part of that Thing

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anthony-sharma · 11 months

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Six of Crows Reread - Ch. 13

Now we see Kaz’s thoughts after Inej almost dies during the ambush.

Chapter 13: Kaz

“The pain in Kaz’s leg was terrible, the worst it had been since he’d first broken it falling off the roof of a bank near the Geldstraat. It was possible he’d fractured the bone again. Inej’s weight wasn’t helping, but when Jesper stepped into his path to offer help, Kaz shoved past him.

“Where’s Nina?” Kaz snarled.

“Seeing to the wounded below. She already took care of me.” Dimly Kaz registered the dried blood on Jesper ’s thigh. “Wylan got dinged during the fight. Let me help you—”

“Get out of my way,” Kaz said, and plunged past him down the ramp that led belowdecks.”

First off, he’s carrying Inej on a “possibly” broken leg and still refuses to let her go, even when Jesper offers. I know it’s such a small thing here but really, his commitment to her is unmatched!

Also, you guys, I’ve been reading this fic that’s a blend of SoC / Hunger Games and it is so well written. I seriously recomment you guys to go take a look. it’s included in my “Fic Rec List #5″ under the fics written by @endoftheworldhere. The name’s “One for Sorrow” and I seriously recommend it. It then expands into the HG experiences of the rest of the Crows (Jesper, Wylan, Inej), so you should definitely check them out!

“The cramped cabin was lit by several bright lanterns and a stash of clean bandages had been laid out on a shelf beside a bottle of camphor. Gently, Kaz placed Inej on the table that had been bolted to the deck.

[...]

He was alive because of Inej. They all were. They’d managed to fight their way out of a corner, but only because she’d prevented them from being surrounded. Kaz knew death. He could feel its presence on the ship now, looming over them, ready to take his Wraith. He was covered in her blood.

“Unless you can be useful, go away,” Nina said without looking up at him. “You’re making me nervous.” He hesitated, then stomped back the way he’d come, stopping to purloin a clean shirt from another cabin. He shouldn’t be this shaken up by a dock brawl, even a shoot-out, but he was.

Something inside him felt frayed and raw. It was the same feeling he’d had as a boy, in those first desperate days after Jordie’s death.”

He really is at his gentlest with her. Of course, when Inej is awake he can be crass / rude and harsh, but now, with her at death’s door, none of that really matters. Again, it is not justifiable, but understable how angry he gets with Jesper later on, for all they went through because he talked when he shouldn’t have.

On another note, the fact that this feeling of unsettling helplessness he had when Jordie die comes back when Inej’s about to die just goes to show how much he loves her and values her, and how lost and alone he’d be without her.

“What the hell just happened?” Jesper asked. He was leaning against the railing, his rifle beside him. hair dishevelled, pupils dilated. He seemed almost drunk, or like he’d just rolled out of someone’s bed. He always had that look after a fight. Helvar was bent over the railing, vomiting. Not a sailor, apparently. At some point they’d need to shackle his legs again.”

We never got to see Jesper on the show with a rifle, so it’d be really cool to see him with one on the spin off.

In addition, didn’t Matthias already travel by ship by this point (in flashbacks, when she met Nina)? Do people get motion sickness everytime they board a boat or is that sometimes that passes over time? Should it still be happening? It just seems very funny to me how this tall, big, intimidating Fjerdan soldier cannot seem to hold it in and vomits over the railing.

“Stand him up.”

With one huge hand, Helvar hauled Oomen to his feet.”

It’s a bit funny to me how even though Matthias doesn’t feel like a Crow yet (and pretty much hates Kaz at this point), he still follows his orders.

“Kaz heard Wylan retching. He tossed the eyeball overboard and jammed his spit-soaked handkerchief into the socket where Oomen’s eye had been. Then he grabbed Oomen’s jaw, his gloves leaving red smears on the enforcer ’s chin. His actions were smooth, precise, as if he were dealing cards at the Crow Club or picking an easy lock, but his rage felt hot and mad and unfamiliar.

Something within him had torn loose.”

First of all, it’s petty but oh-so-Kaz to stash the spit-soaked handkerchief in his eyeball. Kind of like “you made this bed, now go lie in it”.

Second of all, DAAAAMN! He’s doing all this horrific things with such calmness and precision, as if it were no big deal even though he just gouged out an eye? As he says, something within him had torn loose. Inej’s almost death is provoking all this unsettling, unexpected, raw feelings. When he was a boy he couldn’t do anything about it (he was still Kaz Rietveld) but now, with a reputation behind him and skills he didn’t have then...he’s gonna be gouging out some eyes if people so much as look at his girl wrong!

“I need a medik. Can you take me to a medik now?”

“Of course,” said Kaz. “Right this way.” He took Oomen by the lapels and hoisted him off his feet, bracing his body against the railing.

“I told you what you wanted!” Oomen screamed, struggling. “I did what you asked!”

Despite Oomen’s knobby build, he was deceptively strong – farm strong like Jesper. He’d probably grown up in the fields.”

Kaz might not be the tallest in the group but he’s certainly strong, alright. Lifting a person described as “farm strong like Jesper” with just his arms and no one else to help him? Maybe I’m too weak, but I wouldn’t be able to do it.

“Wylan took a deep breath as if sucking in courage and sputtered, “You won’t throw me overboard. You need me.”

Why do people keep saying that? “Maybe,” said Kaz. “But I’m not in a very rational mood.”

Well, he’s right, definitely. Something came loose (like a screw) the moment he saw Inej almost dying in his arms.

“Since when am I your valet?”

“Man with a knife, remember?” he said over his shoulder.

“Man with a gun!” Jesper called after him.

Kaz replied with a time-saving gesture that relied heavily on his middle finger and disappeared belowdecks. He wanted a hot bath and a bottle of brandy, but he’d settle for being alone and free of the stink of blood for a while.”

I cannot wait to see this exchange in the spin off. I can almost hear Freddy and Kit saying this already!

That’s it for chapter 13. Next up, we witness Nina’s efforts to save Inej!

Also, they really are just teenagers settling their differences by flipping fingers.

Lastly, why does Kaz have to be the one to ask Jesper for stuff? I mean, he's the mastermind of the Crows, mostly, but does that entitle him to boss everyone around? 🤔

#six of crows reread #six of crows

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that-glasses-dog · 1 year

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I posted 1,066 times in 2022

That's 739 more posts than 2021!

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@shellyseashell

@camelspit

@when-wax-wings-melt

@three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat

@that-glasses-dog

I tagged 775 of my posts in 2022

#kotlc - 89 posts

#tam song - 32 posts

#keefe sencen - 32 posts

#kam kotlc - 30 posts

#keefe x tam - 24 posts

#breath of life - 24 posts

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#kam - 20 posts

#sophie foster - 19 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#also a main theme i'm seeing is that it seems like the characters want to break off from the neverseen/black swan? which has me thinking...

My Top Posts in 2022:

"shut up." "make me." | kam

and there was only one bed

Keefe frowned.

"Sophie, what is this?"

"I'm sorry," she pleaded, brown eyes desperate, "There was only one room left for you guys. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to share."

"Ugh," Keefe grumbled, glancing over at Tam, "Only for one night."

Their latest mission for the Black Swan had them staying in one of their hideouts for a few days, and it just so happened that Keefe and Tam had to share a room.

Which both of them hated.

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marellinh tangled au

mai song, queen of her kingdom, is sick, sick with a disease that only a mythical flower can cure

the flower, silver as the moon, is found and eaten by her

her firstborn, linh song, is born with silver hair and silver eyes and is immediately coveted by her parents

but her twin, tam, born several minutes after, has silver tipped bangs and silver eyes

anyways the parents Do Not like tam so they pay for him to be kidnapped, but the kidnapper sees linh's silver hair and takes her instead

time skip to linh's eighteenth birthday; she wants to see the lanterns that are released that day

cue adventurer marella redek running to the tower to escape royal guards after stealing the lost princess's crown

"is all that hair??"

also. linh's hair glowing silver when she sings the flower healing song!!

marella and linh slowly falling for each other,,,

marella cuts linh's hair to save her, leaving her with silver-tipped black hair

tam is OVERJOYED to be reunited with his sister (bonus points if they overthrow their parents or something)

((also tam finds marella's friend keefe to be infuriatingly cute))

edit: HEY. to the people liking and reblogging this: I'm writing this au right now! its titled "the moon will sing a song for me"!

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vertina... that ai girl in jolie's mirror. they were best friends, right? verti was distraught after jolie died.

jolie probably confessed and confided in vertina, her closest friend. they made nicknames and shared stories and laughed and cried together. and at times vertina would desperately wish she was truly real, so just once she could reach out and touch jolie. to hold her hand, hug her, ...perhaps even kiss her.

what i'm saying is vertina had a crush on jolie

82 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

when roran said "i kill for my love. for my love, i will wade through an ocean of blood, even if it destroys me"

118 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

dimitar slapped fintan's ass so hard it went flat

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #BYE MY MOST POPULAR POST IS THE FINTAN'S FLAT ASS ONE #iconic honestly

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How is it that there are SO MANY human green lanterns?!!

Like were they just DYING one by one and then being like "ah nevermind! False alert!" And the ring was too fed up with what it had to endure with the last owner so it was just finding new ones instead of getting back to old ones?

Okay so if you want the honest real world reason there are so many Lanterns. It's because when comic creators create their own original characters they can get paid royalties for them when they appear in video games, movies, tv, etc. Why we constantly get new ones while old ones get ignored. Also DC actually pays decent royalties unlike Marvel. Yes I fired those shots, it's true you can look it up anywhere.

But for the in comic answer which is what I think you want and I am the type to answer something like this is earnest, especially since it sounds like you haven't really read Green Lantern stuff here we go this will be a long one.

First off it sounds like the Lantern you are mostly familiar with the origin of is Hal Jordan based off the way you asked this question. Since he's really the one with the person died and left me this ring backstory.

Jessica Cruz gets a ring after someone dies as well but it's an alternate universe Hal Jordan(Harold Jordan from Earth 3) and the ring she gets is not a traditional Green Lantern ring at first. Instead it feeds off the user's fear and since she's a mess of trauma and anxiety it latched onto her. It made her go crazy after first but eventually she was able to control it. She is eventually given an actual green lantern ring though.

I suppose Simon kind of since Hal and Sinestro's fused ring goes to him too after the two are presumed dead. Their defective ring ends up with him, and he's given it during a time the Guardians are trying to wipe out all free will in the universe. But I'm too tired to explain the entirety of the Third Army story-line right now. It's also been awhile since I read that story too. But the the Guardians did not give either him or Jessica their original rings is the point I wanted to bring up.

Now for the others, first off Alan Scott never has been nor ever will be associated with the Green Lantern Corps. His forged his own ring from a meteor, and of course this later gets to be revealed an experimental weapon from the Guardians but he has never worked for or with them.

You mentioning backup in the second ask which I'm only going to answer this part does actually apply since originally that's what both Guy and John were. Guy was the original backup lantern for Hal, but John was chosen when Guy was severely injured.

Kyle becomes Green Lantern after Hal becomes Parallax and destroys the Green Lantern corps. He wasn't chosen for any special reason just one of the surviving guardians went to Earth and was like "Oh a human you can have this" and gave him at the time the last remaining Green Lantern ring. Like not joking the guardian literally says on page "You'll do" to the first random guy he sees in an alley.

I don't actually know that much about Sojourner Mullein to be honest since like none of the Future State stuff really seems that appealing to me and I haven't really touched those characters. I do know she's not based on Earth though like her book is literally called Far Sector.

So basically no rings do not just keep hoping from user to user. a few of the members got their rings from deceased or thought to be deceased members. Most got them because of outside circumstances that required someone else to step up and take the role.

#long post #i'm also super tired

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