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Kyle: Hey Keith, it’s me. The spirit. You’ve always been my favourite, you see. We’re both genetically engineered kids, we have the same hair colour and dark blue eyes, our names start with K, our parents’ names start with L and C, we both met our future spouses as teens, should I go on? Anyways, I just wanted to express my condolences. Unfortunately, I don’t know how it feels, because I passed away before Lyra, but still.

Keith: It’s fine. You’re my great-great-grandpa, right? Let me show you our family tree.

Kyle: Whoa! I can’t believe all of these are my descendants! I created a small Fletcher universe with my own… um, hands! By the way, who’s this girl over here?

Keith: My granddaughter Irene.

Kyle: Tell her that she’s special. And might become the last hope.

Keith: What does this mean?

Kyle: 

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In which Fish rants about bi-erasure on Le Twitteur. 

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northern downpour - panic! at the disco

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MACUSA’S MOST WANTED  : GRINDELWALD’S FOLLOWERS. 

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“The moment we sat down and talked to each other, we had like a natural connection right away. He said to me afterwards that the most important thing for him was to feel comfortable. He had to be comfortable with me and I had to be comfortable with him to do all the stuff that we did this season. I think we just clicked and he felt as much as I did.” (x)

I need a fic where Supergirl and Livewire exchange hate mail regularly…

Kara randomly just receives a postcard from hawaii or new zealand or france saying: Saw you get beat up on the news… your form is off… coming for ya blondie…

Livewire always hangs around long enough to get return mail, usually on the back of a gaudy greeting card that Kara found in some back alley gift shop, filled with a really bad pun and a quip about Supergirl being in top shape…

Then once a year, they meet up… beat the absolute crap out of each other, then part ways…

2 weeks later, Kara receives another postcard from Tahiti… bet you wish you were here instead of in a hospital bed… that was a nasty fall you took… shame you’re bulletproof…

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There was also a really awesome match last night where yeah, my team lost (their team was frighteningly good okay) and we lost by a large enough margin that I didn’t even manage to get to the objective to have any objective time, but there was a Blackwatch Reyes on the other team. And I seriously got the impression that me and this other dude (each of us was the highest level person on our team) were just in our own little world trying to kill or one-up each other.

AND THEN. And then. He had to go and be a good sport about it so I can’t even get annoyed. Blargh.

(wherever you are, dude, I love you. GGWP.)

anonymous asked:

lance,,, Keith,,,, the lights of my life,,,, where are your shades or safety glasses on that motorcycle,,,, you will get dirt or rocks in your eyes,,, (I'm not trying to be rude and point out mistakes btw. this isn't meant to offend in anyway, I'm just trying to encourage good safety procedures. I see a lot of art where they don't have things covering their eyes and that's really dangerous)

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LMAO, it is so true, noni!!
No offense taken at all, you are absolutely right XD
 and safety is the most important part (and keith should know it)