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466 words, fluff, second chances, reader described as pretty, but nothing specific 🫶

for the Logan Sargeant fans, >> Additionally, if you want me to continue 💌

Partially inspired by Begin Again by Taylor Swift 🫡

Warm water splashes on your face as you wade into the calm of the sea.

You’ve long teased Logan about his eyes matching the sea-green hue, and you proved it today, albeit begrudgingly.

He pulls you into the cold water, and you flail, kicking him where it hurts the most.

Childish antics ensue, and after a few rounds of blame game, you’re back in front of the fireplace, drying off together.

An off-comment is made about how much you’ve changed. You can say the same about him, sharp jawline, and even sharper eyes.

Before you do, though, he calls the change pretty, and all your words crumble like the sandcastles you made.

You’re his childhood friend- er, ex-something, emphasis on friend. Best friends since he started karting, first everything.

Except for your first kiss, which was by your prom date, who you didn’t feel anything for. Logan walked you home that night, and you had more fun in those few minutes, than the hours before.

He kisses you for the first time on your porch, that night. And it’s the kind of kiss you write in your diary about, you can’t help but hope for a lot more to come.

It’s the same kind of kiss as he flies away to chase after his dreams of fast cars.

You’re more cynical, consigning yourself to the speeds of average life. So you let him spread his wings. Eager to watch him shine from the pixelated livestreams.

You’re invited back for a vacation catch-up with some of his friends, and it just so happens that his mother sees you in the grocery store.

Insinuations are insinuated, and you find your soft spot for the Sargeant family to be as soft as sand on the familiar beaches.

So now, you’re back again, where you were all those years ago.

You think it’s strange that he finds you pretty, after a drunken remark of how he misses you so much. Stupid boyfriends, GPs, and work keeping you apart.

You’re charmed instantly, liquid courage is the way to go. It then becomes something he says, fully sober.

It’s been a long morning for you both- and a long evening. Beer pong with the rest of the grid and past friends leave you with the greatest hangover in the history of hangovers.

Another drunken confession is made, and you can’t help but smile as you cup Logan’s face with your hands.

Fireworks reflect in your eyes as you exchange sparklers, but the real star is you, smile and glow everlasting as you bathe in the celebrations.

Youth creases your smiles with the promise of many more Fourth of July beach trips to come- Long live, America’s golden boy, who’s worth much more to you than all the riches in the world combined.

Xiao🐦

...he ate too much tofu...

Johnathan Glazer, Oscar winning Director of The Zone of Interest, a movie depicting the wickedness of apathy during the Holocaust:

“Our film shows where dehumanisation leads at it's worst. It shaped all of our past and present. Right now we stand here as men who refute their Jewishness and the Holocaust being hijacked by an occupation which has led to conflict for so many innocent people, whether they be the victims of October 7th or the ongoing attack on Gaza. All the victims of this dehumanisation. How do we resist? Alexandria, the girl who glows in the film as she did in life, chose to. I dedicate this to her memory and her resistance.”

438 words, pining idiots to slightly less idiots. Dick doesn’t know how to tell you, the person he does patrol with, the girl he’s grown from sidekick to solo hero with, that he kind of, actually, loves you. So, when he finally considers the idea of confessing, he’s a nervous wreck, and you become a nervous wreck by extension. >> No names mentioned, just soft nickname variations of 'star'. Open ending (?)?? You tell me how you want it, and I'll continue.

There’s something about how you ground him in fights. Soft tap on his shoulder as you take out a sharpshooter about to take aim. You may be wearing gloves, but it’s still your signature warmth. You know each other better than you know yourselves. So much so, that he knows all your tells and you know his.

He knows of the rare times when you need to fall to your knees and cry. You know when leadership takes its toll on him, weariness hidden behind a facade of confidence and smiles. Tonight's not much different. It's one of those strenuous patrol nights with Dick. You can tell he’s worried about something as you handcuff another pickpocket to a lamppost, eyebrows furrowing as he fiddles with his escrima sticks.

You give him a silent look, your own eyebrows raising as you stand and face him. Oh. You know that look. “Talk to me.” You plead quietly. This may be the one thing that breaks that small daydream you've had since your teenage years. That dream where you both are together.

But dreams, as you've long accepted, are still dreams. You can settle for loving him from afar. And either ways, why ruin a perfectly good dynamic? “You know I couldn’t tell you. It’d make things awkward, star.” It’s always been this way, cat and mouse, kitten and robin, whatever you want to label it.

It’s been a game of chicken, awkwardly, tooth-rotting sweet actions and words. Until one of you decides to back away. Childish squabbles have always ended with picnicking over the rooftops of Wayne Manor, a game of how to admire the view.

The familiar nickname flows from his lips, coined after your first meeting, a shooting star lighting the rooftop when you first met. It’s softer this time though. Almost gingerly said, as if he himself is unsure of his next steps. Unusual with the charming and coy boy wonder you’ve grown up with. You hum, letting it slide as you notice the sky breaking in hues of the rosy oranges and pinks. A giveaway that your nightly patrol is up. "Tell me when you can, 'kay?" You pause, tacking on carefully as you walk past him, hand on his shoulder. "I'm always here to listen, boy wonder." He simply smiles, and even if you can't see his eyes, you know that the blues of his irises are smiling with it. It's real and genuine, and it makes you feel at ease like it's always been.

"I will. See you soon, star?" He questions, a hopeful smile working its way onto both of your expressions. "Always." >> This is what happens when I get 30 minutes of a good nap accompanied by a craving to see open endings. Additionally, this is a reworked version of the asks I've sent @idyllcy. I'm still so sorry for the inbox spam WHAHAHA. Thank you as always, hope you enjoy! 💙

send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

AAAH that’s so sweet of you, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!

*pulls out an uno reverse card*🧡🫶 I’ll be making a small bowl of pumpkin seafood soup, then.

(Lesser known bit of Chlo lore but I’m allergic to doses of pumpkin larger than a small cup 😭 which is so sad because I love pumpkin soup so so much and eating during the autumn season is like trying to avoid a dedicated and persistent hitman.)

happiest 350! <3

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“ you came. ” “ i always will. for you.”

Hey, I think the new Power Girl and Wonder Woman variant covers might be AI

look, I’m no artist, but I think I’m pretty decent at spotting AI “art” when I come across it. There’s usually just this weird look about it that causes me to raise a metaphorical eyebrow, and if I look closer, I can find the inconsistencies in it a real artist wouldn’t make.

Both of these variants were made by Daxiong, I’m not familiar with their artwork and tried looking them up and their usual style is very different than what they had this time around.

Let’s start with the Power Girl cover:

At first glance it looks fine, but if you look closer you can spot the inconsistencies

There are these weird ribbons? or hair? just popping up from her head and belt that kind of connect but are just confusing to look at

The belt itself is very inconsistent

The hair ends differently in places compared to the rest of it

There are lines in weird places

And for the Wonder Woman cover, I admit, I don’t think I spotted as many, but there are still areas where it looks weird

The lines on her “W” belt are inconsistent

The lines on her armband/gauntlet thing are all over the place with no coherence

And the symbols on her shield don’t really look like anything and they just fade away

Like I said, I’m no artist, but this looks like the work of AI to me.

I hope I’m wrong, I don’t want to see people using AI “art” at all, let alone professionals in the comics industry. But if this is actually AI, I don’t think people should buy these covers if the “artist” didn’t even think it was worth their time to actually put effort in and make them.