I’m just asking to getting my heart broken, Remember me
Since you didn’t specify characters, I’m just going to choose a couple that will utterly destroy you:
Squirrel Girl needs a movie.
LISTEN UP YOU MAGGOTS
THIS CHARACTER IS BY FAR THE MOST POWERFUL, THE MOST INTERESTING, AND THE MOST WORTHY OF BEING YOUR ROLE MODEL EVER.
FIRST OFF SHE NEVER ONCE GOES GRIMDARK NOT ONCE AND WHEN SPEEDBALL WENT AND DID HIS STUPID CLIVE BARKER POINTS POINTED INWARD ARMOR THING SHE CALLED HIM OUT ON IT AND OUTRIGHT DECLARED SUCH A THING WAS CHILDISH AND MADE HIM INEFFECTIVE AS A HERO BECAUSE A HERO HAS TO BE APPROACHABLE.
ALSO LETS TALK ABOUT HER SUPERPOWER. YOU TAKE ONE LOOK AT HER AND THINK SHE’S JUST A LOSER RIGHT? WRONG. SQUIRREL GIRL HAS THE MUTANT POWER TO NOT ONLY HAVE SQUIRREL TRAITS BUT CAN ALSO COMMAND THE ABSOLUTE LOYALTY OF SQUIRRELS. HOW MANY SQUIRRELS? TRY EVERY SQUIRREL EVERY WHERE. FLYING SQUIRRELS, TREE SQUIRRELS, I BET YOU SOMEHOW SHE CAN EVEN COMMAND THE LOYALTY OF SOME SHITASTICALLY RARE POISON SQUIRRELS.
BECAUSE OF THIS POWER SHES MANAGED TO TAKE ON FOES THAT WOULD NORMALLY JUST INCINERATE HER ON THE SPOT. SHE TOOK ON DOCTOR VICTOR VON DOOM FOR PETE’S PATOOTS NOT A DOOM BOT THE ACTUAL DOCTOR DOOM AN ACTUAL SORTA ALIEN GOD CALLED THE WATCHER HAD TO ACTUALLY FACT CHECK THAT SHIT BECAUSE EVEN HE DIDNT BELIEVE IT AND THAT FUCKER NEVER INTERVENES FOR SHIT BUT HE HAD TO IN THIS CASE BECAUSE THE WORLD JUST COULDN’T BELIEVE SQUIRREL GIRL DEFEATED THE GENUINE DOCTOR DOOM HE WAS LIKE “OH HELL YEAH I HAVE TO COME DOWN AND FACT CHECK THIS SHIT THE UNIVERSE NEEDS THIS WHAT IM SURE GALACTUS CAN WAIT.”
ALSO HOLD ONTO YOUR PANTALOONS BEACUSE THIS LADY ACTUALLY TOOK ON GALACTUS AND WON.
GALACTUS YES THAT GALACTUS THE GIANT DUDE THAT EATS PLANETS SHE TOOK ON A SPACE GOD WITH NOTHIN GBUT MOTHERFUCKING SQUIRRELS.
SHE NEEDS A SERIES. A MOVIE, A FANBASE SHES JUST THAT AWESOME.
ALSO SHE’S PART OF A LOSER HERO TEAM CALLED THE GREAT LAKES AVENGERS AND ITS STAFFED BY A DUDE WHO CAN COME BACK TO LIFE WHEN HE DIES LIKE KENNY FROM SOUTH PARK
IM DONE HERE JUST USE WIKIPEDIA ALREADY DONT TAKE MY WORD FOR IT
No, seriously, it has become something of a running gag that Squirrel Girl can defeat any villain.
She is like “Instant Fun, just add Squirrel Girl”.
I strongly recommend reading her adventures, they are just super-great. ^__^
(Minor correction, it is actually the Great Lakes Champions, not Avengers.)
(She also has a healing factor and enhanced strength among some other squirrel-themed powers.)
Marvel set up a system of gauging superheroes powers and based it largely on which characters have defeated and lost to other characters to determine what those power levels are. Due to Squirrel Girl having defeated so many strong villains, they were forced to put every single power category at 7 out of 7.
She is the only Marvel character in history to achieve this.
The red are what fans think her power ratings should be.
Blue is canon ratings.
[source: http://marvel.com/universe/Squirrel_Girl ]
AU: Claudia Auditore finds the remaining Romulus followers and she helps them out by making their group gather more followers and in turn, help out the assassin brotherhood. They are very faithful to her and call her their “Little Red Riding Hood”.
With such a title however, they make sure never to upset their red riding hood as she’s got a nasty temper and is stronger and skilled than all of them.
I may have not asked to dye my hair like I showered in blood, but I still count my trip to the hair dresser a full success!
some WonderWater (Diana/Mera) shopping at Ikea as requested by cephalopodvictorious
“So this is… Ikea,” Diana looked around the huge store with a look of wonder on her face. She gazed at the shelves and displays, her eyes wide behind her glasses, and made a thoughtful sound. “It is much bigger than I imagined.”
Mera laughed. “I said the same thing when Arthur brought me here the first time,” she hooked her arm under Diana’s in a quick movement and steered her towards the bedrooms. The princess mafe another thoughtful sound and walked closer.
“How is Arthur?” She asked quietly as they followed the path. Mera sighed under her breath and plucked a pillow cover from one of the baskets.
“He’s… Arthur,” she pressed against Diana’s side and threw the cover back into the basket. “Let’s not talk about him, not now.”
Diana looked down at her, something akin to understanding on her face, and smiled softly. “Whatever you want.”
They entered one of the displays, passing a young couple who reeked of young love. Mera looked away from them quickly. She didn’t want to think of love; not the love she held for Arthur or the strange, new love that was forming in her heart for Diana. Instead she sat on the small double bed with its plethora of cushions and pillows, her hair fanning out around her as she lay back, and stared at the ceiling.
“I always wanted to visit the surface when I was a girl,” Mera plucked one of the pillows up and held it to her chest. The bed dipped as her companion sat on it, a hand landing on her thigh. “The sun was so inviting. Did you ever wish to stay in the sea?”
Diana hummed and shook her head, a lock of dark hair coming loose from the clip at the back of her head. “No; the sea was something I was never that fond of as a child. Then, after a few years, I wanted to go over it. Mother never let me of course,” she added with a twist of her lips. Mera followed the movement of her companion’s face carefully, wanting to memorise all the motions she wouldn’t be able to see back in Atlantis.
“I suppose the Trench didn’t help with that,” she said, sitting up and leaning on her elbows. Diana shook her head again.
“It really didn’t.”
“You should visit,” Mera offered, sitting up further to lean on the dark haired Amazon. “After all the help you gave us with the giantborn, the least we could do is offer you a banquet. Arthur would enjoy your company,” she pressed her cheek to Diana’s shoulder. “I would enjoy your company.”
“Is that wise?” Diana asked, placing one arm around the redhead’s waist.
Mera grimaced. “To hell with what’s wise,” she mumbled.
She stiffened momentarily as lips pressed to the top of her head. “A queen must be wise, Mera,” Diana whispered, “and whether you know it or not you are wise. You’ll do the right thing; for you and Arthur.”
Mera sighed and let her sadness envelop her for a while. Diana held her and talked about the prices and strange Swedish words around them until the sadness passed.
"I don’t know if you remember me, Wonder Woman. I’m Mera."
"It’s hard to forget a modern Aphrodite rising from the sea."
(Aquaman annual #2)
tricksterrune asked you:I’m just asking to getting my heart broken, Remember me
Since you didn’t specify characters, I’m just going to choose a couple that will utterly destroy you:
THIS IS THE FIC WHITCH INSPIRATED “Hunted dreams like hunted rats" (or more like had the same senario as beginning and run with it) AND YOU ALL SHOULD READ IT BECAUSE IT’S SHORT AND AWESOME
Hal: Yeah, buddy?
Barry: How much do you love me~?
Hal: … How many stars do you see?
Barry: A lot.
Hal: There’s your answer.
Some more HalBarry because I’ll never not be addicted.
Hal is eighteen and newly wearing his Timer when his mom throws him out, screaming at him that he can only come back if he backs out of going to the Air Force Academy. At twenty eight, when she’s dying and won’t let him say goodbye, when he never gets the chance to say goodbye he leaves the Air Force, knowing he gave up too much already. Its a shady deal that gets him an honorable discharge, his commanding officer an old friend of his dad’s so he’s willing to sign the paperwork so Hal can leave with his reputation intact.
Because she threw him out, because he never got the chance to say goodbye he never told her about having two soulmates. Never got to tell her about the unusual green outlining both, startling the people at the Timer office. He sent her letters during his time at the Academy and then during Air Force but he suspects she threw them out without opening them. That’s what Jim had implied after all when he asked.
The Timer counts are close together, only a few hours separating them. Hal hopes it means his soulmates know each other. Maybe they’ll meet before him and be looking for him? He can only hope. The counter at this point is down to days, four days, three hours and twelve minutes for the one, four days, six hours and fifteen minutes for the other.
(Four days later he meets a dying alien and gets given a glowing ring. Three hours later he’s pressed over against the counter of his kitchen by one of his soulmates, being kissed breathless and then dragged to an entirely different world to meet the other.)
Korugarians have tattoos that represent their soulmates; meeting your soulmate is when it forms. Sinestro always feels incomplete on Korugar, somehow knowing instinctively that his soul mate isn’t there. When he becomes a Green Lantern a flicker of hope forms that he’ll find them. When Abin introduces him to Arin he finds his first, startled by the incompleteness. An incomplete tattoo means multiple soul mates and Arin verifies that she can sense their other.
He and Arin decide it’s best to get married while they wait for their third. They’re happy together, even the rising chaos of Korugar not able to harm their love for each other, the assurance that the one they are with is the one they should be. When they welcome Soranik into the world, when he looks into his daughter’s violet eyes for the first time he knows he will do anything and everything to protect them.
With more difficulty than he expects he takes over Korugar, enforcing a time of peace that is world hasn’t felt in decades. Arin’s soothing words keep him from going over the edge on several occasions, keeps him balanced. While Soranik’s childhood ends up being a bit more lonely than he intended, with only a few trusted individuals even allowed near his daughter, and as a result few children to play with it is still a happy one.
When Abin dies he flies immediately to where his friend has lost his life, following the trail of Abin’s ring. Sinestro lands on the balcony hearing the low murmur of a man’s voice, the ring rapidly translating words.
“Carol, Carol I need to get off the phone, my Timer is at only a few seconds. Yeah, I need to listen to hear if my doorbell rings or something. Yes, I’ll deal with the paperwork tomorrow, talk to you then bye.” The man huffs out a laugh, toying with the Green ring on his finger; it’s Abin’s.
Did Abin’s ring just go to his second soulmate?
When he steps into the human’s line of sight, when a ringing sound goes off from his Timer he knows that it did. Sinestro presses the human, Hal Jordan against his kitchen counter to kiss him breathless. His tattoo completes itself, the intricate vines of Arin blending with the Hal’s flight trails.
He drags him to Korugar and Arin, his wife more than excited to meeting their last soulmate.
Ungarans are able to sense their soul mates, a sense of warmth burning in the back of their mind. They can sense the wellness of their mates, sense if they are in danger or ill or feeling a strong emotion. Arin has always been able to sense both of them, stumbling over the surge of grief and pain that overtakes the one in her youth, feeling the danger of that same one as they age. She is startled by the sudden change in her other soulmate, the sudden increase in danger they’re always in.
When she meets Thaal that makes sense. His danger increased when he became a Lantern. Arin is almost knocked out again by grief from her other soulmate on several occasions, however their sense of danger suddenly decreasing dramatically. It makes no sense to her until Thaal bring Hal home, their third finally filling the gap between them.
It’s good to be completely whole. She only wishes Abin could have seen.
I will use the term “romantic friendship” to describe a close affectionate relationship between two men who were social equals. The term has been used extensively in scholarship focusing on the effusive writings of young male couples during the mid-nineteenth century, usually with the implied understanding that the relationship was not sexual (despite the steamy rhetoric of the surviving correspondence). I will use the term with the explicit contention that a romantic friendship might indeed have included a sexual component, since I have come to believe that eighteenth-century Americans did not draw borders around sexual behavior with quite the clarity and severity of their Victorian successors. A fluidity to male intimacy admitted a wide repertoire of physical expression, and those expressions ebbed and flowed with time and circumstance.
Romantic friendships usually arose between men of similar age and social class. The relationships were passionate but in most cases fleeting, not because the men were unable or unwilling to make a lasting commitment, but because they could not envision a future in which they could ever consider themselves to be a recognized couple. America included only one city that could begin to rival the size and social complexity of Berlin, Paris, or London. Only Philadelphia was large enough to provide men-loving men with the anonymity of numbers. In rural areas among the lower classes it might be possible for two men to live their lives together working the same farm or pursuing the same craft, but in more urban areas, especially among the socially prominent (whose stories are the ones most likely to be preserved in surviving documents), heterosexual marriage was the only acceptable goal. Men entered into romantic friendships with the understanding that one - and probably both - of the partners would eventually marry and establish a traditional family. Though many tried to maintain an emotional connection with their partner, the demands of their new roles as husband and father rarely allowed for continued intimacy. This arc from passionate devotion to wistful nostalgia is documented again and again whenever long runs of male-male letters have been preserved.