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Reasons why I love Static

A good hero works well with others

Look at how the other heroes smile at him, they are genuinely happy to meet him. When Superman saves him, he isn’t upset. He’s happy. He asked to be saved and he was

And it’s not the last time either. You see it here

and here

he works well with the justice league members even though his interactions with them are rare and in between.

He’s literally never afraid to ask them for help

I mean, look at that. He made the bat signal, he was outright asking for help as publicly as he ever could.

and in “Fallen hero” when he thought Green Lantern really had become evil…

Just look at his face. He is shocked. He can’t believe one of his heroes would do this, he tried to figure out why, tried to come up with a reason to explain it, so it would make sense.

And the moment Sinestro, disguised as Green Lantern, hurt Gear. He knew it was true, and he’s horrified that the person he looked up to did this and he’s angry, angry that he didn’t see this.

Static knows when to fight

but he also knows when someone just needs a helping hand

and sure, he jokes around

but he also knows how important the work he does is

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and he also knows what happens if he messes up

His family knows what it is he does and they all support him in whatever way they can.

and that’s why I love Static shock. Yes, they touched upon some serious issues

they didn’t dumb it down for the audience, or treat the issues with kiddie gloves, they addressed the issues and those were also the same episodes that they broke the fourth wall. Dyslexia, gun control, gang violence, racism. They didn’t pull their punches on this show.

They showed us a still very much grieving teenager who almost joins a gang in the first episode, who gets powers that he uses to protect other people without a moment of hesitation, not even thinking of getting revenge on his bullies. Even as a superhero, he still volunteers at the community center his dad runs.

Yes, Virgil makes mistakes, he’s still a kid after all, but he’s so genuinely kind and sincere that we can’t help but love him.

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I don’t know if it actually is Static shock appreciation week officially, but it is for me

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and, because I can’t help myself

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Unravel - original piece, work in progress
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Unravel - original piece, work in progress

september 27, 2017 - the living room sessions, 4/?

hello friends! i haven’t really had the time to sit down and come up with an arrangement for a new cover since i’ve been busy with school, but i hit 9k yesterday, so i thought that i would celebrate with a new track! here’s something that i was working on over the summer. i kinda got a little more into composition, so this is a smol snippet of my original piece, “unravel.” i’m not sure when i’ll complete it, but hopefully i’ll finish sometime in the near future. hope you guys like it, and let me know what you think! ^_^

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much love,
katrina

p. s. want to be included in the shout-out for my next living room session? support my music by reblogging this track!! it’s that simple. :)

Hufflepuff x Hufflepuff friendships: They’re waking up in glorious light, the gentle, tripping peace of the morning. They’re unexpected gestures, food or thoughts or blankets for the cold. They’re compliments, smiles turning skyward, thumbs dragged over soft skin, let me know you get home safe texts. They’re running through flower fields in the spring, hurricane petals fuelling runaway hearts, maps and compasses that always point back to home. They’re pulling you closer, letting you in, trusting you with your barely-there breath on their neck. They’re sun cracked smiles, flowers blooming in the palms of your hands. They’re eyes so soft they could be made of silk, kiss-bitten lips and cheeks made of roses. They’re the first easy breath after years of suffocation, knowing that whatever happens, you’re going to be okay because they’re beside you.

Hufflepuff x Gryffindor friendships: they’re blanket forts with secret passwords, a world built up from nothing. They’re laughter late at night, choked noises when you know you should be silent. They’re back to back, spinning, a wild desire to protect, to love, to have forever, not just today. They’re boxes overflowing with memories: cards and pressed flowers and lipsticks from first kisses you don’t really remember. They’re smiles wider than the sky, promising the universe if it means having each other: the sun, the stars, the flowers, the moon. They’re giddy, excitable, endless, maddening fun; the beauty of innocence embodied in the breath between your lungs. They’re hiding but always being found, secrets neither of you can keep. They’re falling asleep under a mountain of words- dreams and adventures and the promise of a better world tomorrow.

Hufflepuff x Ravenclaw friendships: they’re constellations made by far away stars, places you haven’t visited yet. They’re hiding in empty swimming pools, night spilled fracture lines, light reflected through a broken mirror. They’re staying up too late and waking up too early, weary yawns into knuckles and kisses pressed onto delicate palms. They’re smiles like spun sugar at breakfast, seeing the universe reflected in each other’s eyes, reading poetry from lips shaded pink. They’re gasping breaths when no one else can hear, hiding hurt no one else can see. They’re talking pain into silk, weaving misery into tapestries stained with desperate last words: I love you, I need you, why wasn’t I enough? They’re picking up pieces of each other and examining them, studying them, dusting them off and putting them together again. They’re arm in arm, skipping, dancing to a rhythm neither of you can hear yet. They’re reaching, reaching, stretching across the void, pulling back, pulling in, safe in each other’s arms.

Hufflepuff x Slytherin friendships: they’re knees pulled up to your chest, hushed whispers in the early morning. They’re a hand at the base of your spine, subtle touches, smiles, small and fleeting. They’re silence hanging through water, eyes closed, warm, gentle, calm, safe. They’re slamming books down, lightning cracking the sky, thunder rolling in your breath. They’re losing oxygen, hurricane hearts and lungs swimming with poetry. They’re still, so still, static thought made art on canvas skin. They’re pulling back, helping up, balancing on someone’s shoulders. They’re secret meetings in dusk-hushed corridors, tears when you can’t hold them in. They’re light crossing the sky in the early morning: possibilities pressed gently into the palm of your hand. They’re reaching for someone and knowing that they won’t let go- not unless you tell them to.

Arkham Knight (Jason Todd x Reader)

Requested by: anon

Summary: you are Batgirl and Jason kidnaps you because it’s part of his revenge, but you and Jason used to be a couple before he was kidnapped by Joker. Jason is angry, but beneath all the rage he still loves you passionately.

Warnings: smut! + smut is usually not what I write but I hope you like it anyway

A/N: It’s some while ago since I’ve read Arkham Knight Genesis and I haven’t played the game yet because I’m poor, so please excuse if there are inaccuracies.

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Your head was spinning and throbbing as you regained your consciousness. The memory of what happened floated back in and you tore your eyes open, awaiting the worst.
You were laying on the ground with no restraints on your wrists for your own surprise, but as you looked around and saw him, a slight wash of panic broke free, making your heart run.

The Arkham Knight was leaning relaxed against a wall, looking at you with crossed arms. “Good morning.” His static voice made you flinch.

You sat up straight and fixed your face. He couldn’t see you were intimidated. “How did you know?” Your voice is frosty, bulletproof, letting no emotions show. You were asking how he knew you were Batgirl. How he figured your identity out, because you made sure it was impossible.
You and Batman made sure.

“I know more about you than you think.”

“Then you know that I won’t allow you to kill me. Isn’t that what you want? To make Batman suffer?” It was obvious and didn’t need the world’s greatest detective to figure out that he was driven by unspeakable rage, that this was personal.

He straightened up. “I couldn’t kill you.”

You nodded. He could try, but you wouldn’t go out without putting on the fight of your life.

“No.” He took a step towards you.

You dug your fingertips into the floor, trying not to flinch away. Show your opponent no fear or weakness, Bruce’s voice echoed in the back of your mind.

“I couldn’t kill you, (Y/N).” The Arkham Knight repeated, but his daring voice was softer this time, holding something almost like defeated.

You rose to your feet with your brows furrowed in confusion. “Who are you?” Your heart was banging against your chest, wanting you to escape, but your mind told you to stay calm. “Why do you hate Batman so much?”

The Arkham Knight inhaled deeply and turned to the side. He pressed a button on his helmet and it lifted up, revealing his face to you.

Your feet carried you backwards until your back was pressed against the wall. Your heart stopped beating and crunched, your throat felt tight like someone had a hand wrapped around your neck and your stomach twisted, making you feel sick.
Your limbs felt numb, your eyes were wide with horrors and terrors while your lips quivered.
You couldn’t form a single syllable, but tears started to leak from your eyes, running silently down your cheeks from the simple sight of him.

“Missed me?” Jason’s voice was clear now. It sounded so hurt, so broken and sore.

You breathed in sharply and collected yourself as good as you could. You swallowed hard and suddenly your feet moved forward towards him.

Jason turned past you fully now, pulling a gun making you stop. Your eyes wide once again seeing the scarred J on his cheek. 

“You and Bruce had no clue it was me, did you?” His gaze was tired and broke, like everything about him. His eyes that once were full of wit and life now seemed dull and dark.

“We thought you died. I thought you died.” You whispered with tears welling.

“But did you mourn? You were glad to finally get rid of me. How long did it take til he replaced me, huh. Till you replaced me?!” He growled through gritted teeth.

You narrowed your eyes what made even more tears stream. “That’s what you think?” Your voice broke. “You’re blinded by rage, Jason. We all mourned. We all broke!”

“You broke?” He lowered the gun and stepped forward. “You broke?! I was tortured day and night in that abandoned wing of Arkham Asylum! LOOK AT ME!”

You clenched your jaw and looked him dead in the eyes.

“Every second of the day I hoped, no, I was sure Bruce and you would save me and then he showed me that picture… you just replaced me–” Jason’s voice shook. “He was beating me up with a crowbar for hours and you just lived on… you just left me to die.”

“No.” You shook your head. “That’s not how it was.” You tried again to reach him, but the gun was pointed between your eyes once more. “If you know so much then you know this is a lie. That Joker wants you to think exactly that. I love you, Jason! I still do! I always have! I–”

“Don’t say that!” He said and something threatening was gleaming in the tone. “Don’t you dare!”

“I WAS TRYING TO FIND YOU!”

He unlocked his gun.

“I DIDN’T STOP TO SEARCH FOR YOU, JASON. Day and night. Day after day after day. I didn’t sleep, I didn’t eat, hell, neither did Bruce!” You started to walk past him. He wouldn’t pull the trigger. He was still Jason underneath this all, underneath all pain Joker made him suffer.

“LIES!”

“Then he sent that… that video.” You grabbed the gun and he let go of it without a fight. “I shouldn’t have believed it. You are right. I should have saved you. You are right. But I didn’t. Bruce didn’t. But you– this all here, your rage, your bloodlust… that’s not you, Jason. You need to stop!”

He grabbed you and pushed you against the wall. His breath hit your face. “What makes you think that, huh? You’ve seen what I have done out there already, just wait–”

You take a hold of his face; gentle but firm enough so he couldn’t back away and your lips found his in a kiss full of pain and sorrow.
He fought it at first, flinching away from someone’s touch, but Jason had never forgotten the feeling of his lips against yours, how they locked into each other, dancing perfectly with one another and it was like balm for his soul.
He kissed you harder, all his anger crushed between your and his lips as his head started to spin and get hazy, longing for more, for you.
He grabbed your hips firmly, pressing you further into the wall and you inhaled a sharp breath, breaking the kiss for only a second before the passionate war raged on for a second time.
Your tongue traced his rough lip, being greeted by his own for their own little performance.
He hummed against your mouth and the vibrations travelled right to your core, spreading warmth and excitement through your entire body.
You broke apart and kissed along his jaw.
Jason smelled like summer rain and guns.
Your teeth sunk into the skin where his jaw met his neck. You remembered his body like he was never gone.

His breaths were shaking and his still gloved hands tangled in your hair as you licked over the spot to ease the attack.
His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he tugged onto your hair to guide your head away from his neck.

You opened your eyes, looking in blue ones that were clouded with lust, rage and undeniably love.

“I love you.” You repeated beneath a whisper and that was all Jason needed.

He picked you up so effortlessly. You sucked and caressed the sensitive skin of his neck like it was honey. His breathing was heavily and loud.
Your fingertips were crawling on his amour, desperately needing it to be gone as he carried you into another room.
He let you down and finally started to remove the suit. You pulled your shirt of your body and he ripped your bra apart with ease.
You closed your eyes and arched into his harsh hands as he cupped your breasts. He missed the smooth feeling of them laying in his palms.

Your eyes had meanwhile gazed over his bare chest and sadness shot into them, because they couldn’t handle what they saw. Countless scars. Everyone held different terrors.

Jason noticed your switch in moods, and he didn’t want your pity, he wanted your raw, passionate feelings, your unconditional love. He pinched your nipples roughly earning a yelp out of your mouth.
He lowered himself and sucked hickies on your flesh, licking and biting your breasts.

You shoved at his chest and he dropped onto the bed, gaping at you as you crawled onto him, ready to devour him entirely.

“I love you.” You whispered once again. Your hot breath targeted on his neck what made him shiver and grab your thighs. He rubbed circular patterns that made you sigh with satisfaction.

You kissed down his neck, sucked on his collarbone and licked the useless buds on his chest before you crawled farther down, making sure to leave soothing kisses on his scars.

Jason was biting his lips, rolling his head back. Groans and razor breaths escaped from deep within him. He fisted the bed sheets tightly as you reached the waistline of his briefs and Jason thought he would lose it right there as you looked up from beneath your long lashes, locking your gaze with his.

You pulled the fabric away, revealing his thick shaft. A hiss echoed through the room as you lick up the length of his cock, kissing the tip before sucking just so slightly.
Jason was switching from trying to keep his eyes open and squeezing them shut as waves of pleasures rushed through his body.

You removed the rest of clothing remaining on your body and straddled him.
You were caged in a beautiful hazy bubble, the world outside of it was like a distant memory.

Your finger intertwined tightly which each others, lacing together, stronger than handcuffs.

“Jay…” You breathed out as you moved your hips, pushing his hard cock inside of you as your dripping walls welcomed him gladly and both of your moans aligned in a symphony, speaking to each other.

You found a steady pace, but Jason needed to be closer to you. This wasn’t enough.
He flipped you on your back and attacked your neck with kisses as he pounded into you at a slow but deep rhythm.

Your finger run through his dark roots, tugging just so slightly as his name rolled over your lips over and over again alongside curses.

“I love you, too.” He pressed his forehead to yours. He wasn’t able to control his voice any longer and more and more moans broke free that drove you crazy.

You arched your back as his thrusts became more violent and chaotic. “Jason!” Your shaking fingers dug into his arms. Your body was lifted into another sphere.

“Look at me.” He whispered followed by hissing. “Look at me, (Y/N)!” At this point you were willing to do everything he wanted you to do. He was in control.
It felt like he took all of it, all you had over your body and you had no clue how you managed to open your eyes, but you did.

“I love you, too.” He showed himself completely vulnerable to you, completely broken as he came undone and the sweet sounds he made, your name and ohs and fucks and his eyes staring back at yours, rolling in the back of his head was all it needed to sent you over the edge as well, following closely after him, dissolving before crashing back together at full speed. Pure ecstasy.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck. You felt him catch his breath as you nuzzled against his head.

Date the boy who changes. His eyes shift during conversation, never staying matched with yours for too long. His laugh a perfect villains deep cackle one moment, a suppressed giggle the next, then a hearty bellow. Date the boy who’s hands wring one another in anticipation, pop one another’s individual muscles, and shake at inconvenient times, but also send bolts of excitement coursing through you when you touch and your hair standing on end when he’s close. The boy who will greet everyone with a smile and polite greeting and crack a few jokes, but would much rather sit in a diner and share ideas, and despises crowds. “Why?” you ask. Well, did you miss that momentary flicker he had? Did you not notice how his voice changed mid-sentence? If you wait too long he may fade away into the background, back into the void. Date the boy made of static. 

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A project I was working on, and should probably get back to work on sometime (maybe).

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Trench Clubs, WW1

One distinctive part of trench warfare, made possible by its static nature, was the night raid. These sorties across no-man’s-land to capture enemy soldiers or map out their positions required efficient and silent weapons, prompting the production of many variants of these rather medieval tools behind the frontline by craftsmen or regular soldiers, limited only by the materials available to them.
The simpler designs were barely more than lead-weighted clubs, but there were commonly outfitted with boots’ hobnails, barbed wire, heavy metal cogs, and all sorts of salvaged parts to make them more deadly. Some examples came to resemble flails, either with springs for a main shaft or the usual chains that wouldn’t have been an odd sight five centuries earlier.

Date boy who’s hands are made of static and his eyes are sunflowers.

He’ll sing to you when you’re lonely and it sounds like the ocean and rain. His speaking voice is windchimes, telling you to be careful. Not all like him are as kind.

He resides in the ashes of your long smoked cigarettes, and sometimes crawls into bed with you, his hand holding onto yours as you sleep.

date the being made of static. the one who, when they speak it sounds like their voice is coming through a radio speaker, distorted, but beautiful. words and sentences separated by short bursts of static. when they sing, warm it sounds like it’s coming from inside your head. every night they sing you to sleep because they love you so much even though they have no physical form to hold you with. date the being with the distorted, angelic voice.

Theme 13

It’s been a while but I made another theme! Enjoy~ ^^

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TEXTURES PACK #001 - Simple stars on a black sky + animated overlay effect by @thlaugraphics

Information the textures
● Size : 800 x 600 pixels ;
● Six static textures made with Photoshop ;
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