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This is why I love Superman.
God, I hope they don’t make him Batman with powers. It looks like it’s going that way, but god I hope not. This is my Superman. He’s HOPE personified. I don’t want brooding, unhappy Superman. I get enough of that shit with Bruce.
Posting more pretty art because I still don’t have a way of getting my own stuff on the computer.
^ Hope personified.
Thanks for putting my thoughts into coherent words!!
…and behold, Lian Harper lived. Should have happened this way.
(I know I’ve got a bunch of asks in my box, but I’m on a bit of a baking frenzy right now. I promise I’ll get to them.)
It’s 2AM where I am. I’m a little punchy. I’ve made 4 pies in the last eight hours. I’m about to start on peanut butter cookies. If you have no idea why I’m doing this, please see previous posts.
J’s job starts in the afternoon, so I often get the luxury of spending the early hours of the morning with his delightful personality. He’s currently watching my copy of All Star Superman.
Public Enemies was so good; I swear I didn’t know at the time.
I have personal opinions regarding this animation that I’ll spare for the sake of any among you who happen to like it. But my roommate kills me sometimes.
I’m doing the amazing battlefield of dishes when he walks into the kitchen. He peers over my cookbook while he grabs a beer from the fridge. On his way out, he says—
“Those better be peanut butter cookies, or imma kill your baby sun-eater.”
And I just lost my shit. I think I woke the neighbours.
because it’s true.
It’s the perfect proclamation for winning New York. Because it’s a fight, people, and goddammit, we won. Which means Bruce and Clark, along with all us other queers, can finally stop sulking around in caves and alleys and get it done all proper-like. ;)
Title: Midair (part 2)
Pairing: Dick Grayson/Clark Kent (implied)
Content: sexual situations involving underage participants
My Puppy has a tumblr. My life is complete. ;)
I really enjoy the tone you’re taking with this. I can see it, feel it; there’s tension, but it’s not so thick I’m forced to swallow it.
I would love to see where this goes. Where they go on their little date. They’re so wonderfully in character I’d like to read your interpretation of them taking it that next step.
You’re sleeping at my feet tonight, Puppy. To hell with the basket.
Setting: Earth 81
Rated: a little less than R
This takes place neatly in the middle of R&D, though it technically stands alone. It also goes a long way in proving that I have at least one romantic bone in my body.
(Fan-fucking-tastic cover image by Neko)
something that’s been kicking around in my head for a while.
I love the idea of Superman and Batman living at the Manor and raising Robins. Finding them in circuses. Picking them out of gutters and ghettos. Collecting them from hospitals and psych wards.
And having this one big happy family.
If someone drew that and rocked it and made it stupidly adorable, I’d totally write something for it. Just putting that out there.
The things Boa asks me.
Of course they can not. Men of steel and everything.
Do they need to be? Foreskins can be fun…
And unwrapping a cock like that? Everyday goddamn day would be your birthday.
Justice Lord Superboy!!!!!!
DO WANT SO MUCH
What is it about the Supers in white? Can anyone explain that to me? It’s like instant hard on. So sexy. Goddammit.
(Go ahead and read along!)
As the Harem’s official/unofficial reader on Skype, I felt the need to do this. If you haven’t read any of Mr. Black’s writing, you are greatly missing out.
This was just for fun!
Warning: tongue-tiedness, faltering, and reading failure altogether.
Oh, my god—you did the voices. Your Timmy voice is the best.
I couldn’t stop laughing. My face still hurts.
This was awesome. I was a little embarrassed at first—mostly because I never hear my stuff read back to me and it’s usually all in my head. It’s like watching yourself on TV. But not.
But this was brilliant. Good choice, Aster. You have a great reading voice and you seem so naturally emotive. It’s great.
Thank you for sharing this. :)
I’m watching The Legion of Superheroes. Up until an episode ago, it was kind of cute watching a lanky adolescent Clark Kent pretend he knew what he was doing in the thirty-first century.
And then Brainiac 5 went and martyred himself on a ghost ship, died in Superman’s arms, and made what I swear to god was a sex joke when he was rebooted.
“I don’t interface with strange computers without a backup of myself.”
Tell me that’s not even vaguely sexual. I dare you.
Next thing I know, the kid goes through some bizarre form of puberty—joining with the collective. Which ‘it’s his first time’ doing.
Now he’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. But it’s Brainiac 5, for godssake.
What is this thing I’m watching? Why can’t I look away? Why am I slashing them so hard?
Clark and I are having the same kind of day, apparently.
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