happy halloween! here’s halloween fill #10. this one is for @arsenicjade, who asked for hauntings/ghosts + jason.
so here’s jason todd, haunting dick grayson.
don’t worry. it’s a benevolent haunting. but it is, like all things bat-related, emotionally fraught and unnecessarily complicated.
Hauntings are serious things. Sometimes
dangerous, always inconvenient. Bruce picked up a poltergeist once that
screamed every time he closed his eyes and threw knives whenever he walked
through a kitchen. There was no rest in the Manor until Alfred and Dick
conspired to sneak in a psychic to banish the thing.This haunting, though. It feels like something else.
“Dick,” it hums, crackling at the
edges of discernable frequencies, simultaneously almost too low and too high to
hear. “Prodigal sons come home.”“Could you not?” he asks, as
politely as he can. “I’m busy right now.”
Author: clintbbarton
Tony puts on the Gauntlet.
And in that moment infinity is laid out before him.
He sees everything that is, everything that was, everything that could be.
If he just willed it so, used the power of the Stones to make it so.
He sees all of those lost before return to their family and friends.
He sees Earth, vibrantly blue and green and already healing from all of the damage man has done to her.
He sees a universe bouncing back from all of Thanos’ destruction.
things clint barton canonically does:
– shoots arrows in a subway tunnel until he passes out because he got dumped
– becomes more gleeful after buying arrows
– feels inferior to Captain America in the looks department
– beats a bad guy purely through using a bow that NO ONE ELSE CAN DRAW
– deafens himself in order to not kill someone and then pretends he’s not deaf ‘cos he’s embarrassed
– marries someone AFTER A WEEK
I like drawing Jason’s arms.
…what was the other thing I wanted to say. Oh yes, and jackets. I like drawing jackets.
Impossible
this: https://www.reddit.com/r/sports/comments/6lee76/lacrosse_goalie_scores/
Neil was in shock.
The entire stadium was still, watching the point board flicker and change: His team was now on seven points, the opposing team on six.
The opposing team. Andrew’s old team.
Neil slowly looked to where Andrew was standing in goal, leaning on his racket. Slowly, Neil watched him slide off one of his gloves, hook his fingers in the metal grating of his helmet to slide it off and shake out his hair to give Neil a barely-there smile, all the way from the opposite end of the court.
Andrew had just been the first goalkeeper in Exy to land a goal from his box on the other end of the court. Neil knew exactly why: He’d traded from his old team to Neil’s at the beginning of the season two months ago. This was out of spite.
A buzzer called for time-out: There was only five minutes left of the game, but officials burrowed their heads in debated on whether or not the goal would count. Neil’s team started shrieking in disbelief, jumping up and down in ecstasy.
“Neil, where the fuck are you – ?!”
Neil was running, racket clattering to the ground, helmet bouncing alongside it. Andrew didn’t even lift his chin to watch him sprint down the court: Neil almost didn’t slow quick enough but skidded to a stop in front of Andrew, reaching out a hand.
“Yes,” Neil panted. “Or no?”
“Yeah.” Andrew said, expression flat and unreadable but cheeks flushed and eyes triumphant.
The kiss was short and sweet, more of an affirmation than anything else, but was disrupted by the chaos that their team brought down upon them.
“Andrew Minyard, you bastard.” Their captain was grinning from ear to ear.
And that – Well, that was the end of the Josten-Minyard rivalry.
this is pure self indulgence
someone had that link and talked about andrew scoring from his box: The kiss was because treat yo self if you know what i mean 😀
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