this is how wonder woman should look like!

I need a moment. Today at Tampa Bay Comic Con, I had a little girl run up to me screaming “STARFIRE STARFIRE MOMMY OH MY GOSH LOOK!” She told me all about how I was her favorite Teen Titan and how much she loved my show. She kept looking into my eyes and telling me how beautiful they were. I was wearing green sclera contacts, you can see them in he video I recently posted. She also played with my hair and I thought I was going to melt because of the cuteness. When I said I liked her Wonder Woman outfit, she said I should put stars on my shirt since I was from “space and stuff like that.” I told her I’d have to ask Robin first, and she literally squealed. “You have to because Robin’s the leader!! Is he here today too?!” I told her yes, but he was on a secret mission and hiding somewhere.
Moral of the story - whenever you talk badly about the new Teen Titans Go, remember who it’s geared towards. Yes, I miss the titans I grew up with, but I adore the fact that little ones will grow up loving the same characters I do today.

Changed Education (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Requested By: Anonymous

Summary: You are a strong, independent, and outspoken woman who fights for what she believes in. Your passion just so happens to be changing the education system. Watch as you meet Alexander and try to achieve your goal.

Warnings: None

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 2000

A/N: Yes, I am alive. I know this took way longer than it should have, but I needed to take the time to get it so I liked it. To apologize, staring today, I will post a new story every day for the next 5-7 days.To the requester I hope this is what you were looking for. I enjoyed writing this so much, it was an interesting topic I wouldn’t have explored without this request. I hope you and enjoy and have a wonderful day!

It was extremely difficult for a woman to advance far in education, especially during the 1700′s. Most narrow-minded men believed a woman should only need to know how to write her name and read her religious book. Other than that, men only expected a woman to know how to cook, clean, and take of children.

Luckily, you had grown up in a household with your mother who was a strong, independent woman, and you father who supported women in their fight for education equality. They both disagreed with society’s expectations of a women and began educating you from a young age.

Unlike many girls of your time, you had the opportunity to study literature, writing, arithmetic, science, and even a bit of politics. This combined with your upbringing, turned you into a woman who was unafraid to stand up against egotistical men who believed women were beneath them. Many a times, you had almost gone head to head with somebody over a comment on your knowledge.

However, while you were extremely proud of your intelligence, it made it hard to hold friendships and even harder to find a man who wanted to court you. Most times when you would start a relationship, you were told by the men to stop reading because it wasn’t right for a woman. If they ever did say this, you would slap them, remind them that woman were just as, if not more, capable as men, and would leave.

For this reason, you tried to avoid balls and other social situations as much as possible. They were often an uncomfortable event where you found yourself off to the side, alone, while you watched your best friend Angelica Schuyler dance the night away.

Angelica was similar to you, really. She was intelligent, witty, outspoken, and very stubborn. So stubborn that she was able to convince you to join her at the Winter’s Ball that was being hosted at the end of the week. Although you tried to get out of it, she begged and pleaded with you until you couldn’t say no.

The night of, she let you borrow one of her dresses and helped you to curl your hair to perfection. As you stood in front of the mirror, gazing at your reflection, you had to admit that you looked beautiful. With all the work you did, it was uncommon for you to dress up, so it was a nice change.

Walking side by side, Angelica made you promise her something.

“Promise me you will find at least one man to dance with tonight.” she pleaded.

“Angelica, you know it’s unlikely I will find anyone to dance with tonight.” you sighed, fiddling with your dress.

Eventually, you ended up promising her that you would dance at least once tonight. Not long after you both entered the ball, Angelica was swept away by a solider who had been tripping over himself just to impress her.

You smiled from the side as you watched Angelica go from one man to the next, dancing the night away. The familiar feeling of awkwardness feel over you as you stood alone. Looking around the room, you sighed once you realized nearly every man was dancing with a woman already.

In all honest, you were about to leave when someone began to head your way. As the mysterious man drew closer, you groaned internally when you recognized him as Charles Lee. While you had never met the man, you had heard from multiple people that he was highly annoying.

Now standing directly in front of you, Lee gave a small bow, and you curtsied back only because it was polite. He held out an arm for you and had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Would you allow me the honor of accompanying you for a dance?” he asked you.

Silently, you nodded and let him lead you to the dance floor. He rested his one arm on your waist and took hold of the other hand, while your free hand rested on his shoulder. Then the dance began and you prayed for it to be over. Eventually, he tried to make small conversation.

“Tell me something about yourself, Miss. (y/ln).” he commanded gently with a smile.

You thought for a moment before you spoke. “Well, right now I am trying to raise enough money to become a certified teacher and then open up a school for girls, I-” you stated explaining passionately before you were interrupted.

“Ha!” Lee laughed after you. “I would quit your dreams now. Women have no reason to get an education, and it makes even less sense for them to be teaching.” he jeered.

Instantly, you stopped dancing and stared incredulously at the man in front of you. “How dare you?” you accused. “Do you not realize that education is wasted on egotistical men who are too blind and stuck up to appreciate what they have. Woman are just as capable, even more, as men and we do deserve to get out education.” you shouted.

“Do not attempt to contact me the rest of the night.” you warned and slapped Lee before storming away back to the corner you stood in originally.

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I just met the nicest lady!!!

She made my whole day!! She said her husband rode a Harley and we talked about when I lived in South Dakota and spent the day at bear country with my friend and her litter girls and how the hills angels were there and how nice they were! People were asking us if we were afraid and looked at us like we were crazy and she and just laughed and it was just so wonderful to meet such a genuinely nice person!!! I just had to share my experience talking with this woman!!! We should all be more like her just so kind and sweet people like her remind me that there are nice people out there!! I will have a smile on my face just from her for the rest of the week!!! Everyone should just be that stinking sweet and we’ll all be better for it!!!

Courtly Love Part 4

Rating: T

Summary: The Reader meets Diana Reid and returns to the BAU where she begins receiving gifts.

Word Count: 2100ish

Notes: I’m sorry it’s taken so long guys! Thanks for sticking with me. Real life has been busy as hell. I’m not so sure how I feel about this chapter…tell me what you think! (There will probably be one more chapter.)

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These Blues should have used their logic and seen that I look only at the woman who does not kneel like the rest of them. Orion, the first to speak, still stands, shoulders square, long neck unbent. Her dialect is lowborn, sharper, and more worldly than the dreamy lingo of these academics. Likely from the dock city of Phobos or the String Docks near the Academy’s Can. If she really is a Docker who didn’t go to the Observatory or the Midnight School, I wonder about the story of how she came to be on the bridge in the first place.

“What about all that noise?” I ask Orion, gesturing to the Blues.

“They’re full of batshit, dominus.” She taps a slender finger against her temple. “I am not full of batshit.” She smiles and nods to the displays where the other torchShips creep closer. “And you’re running out of time.” I glance to the scanner stations where alerts signal the secretive launch of two leechCraft from the Sovereign’s nearby men-of-war and cruisers. “I know I can do this, otherwise I would not have spoken out. Give me a chance.”

color series pt. 3

Finding Solace:  Part 1 of the knight and his princess series

(Rated M for tame sexual content and themes)

What was wrong with a princess finding solace in her knight?

Nothing at all, you quickly answered yourself as Kylo’s hips swiveled. You gasped as it stimulated a storm of nerves that struck inside of you like lightning.  Somewhere during the countless wet kisses and loving caresses you slightly wondered if you should be ashamed.

After all you were a woman of stature in the First Order, if being the only blood relative of their leader meant anything. Though princess was an unofficial title, it made the most sense and was how you were usually addressed. Looked upon as the principle example of feminine nobility, you tried your best to represent it through impeccable manners and disciplined decorum.

Though you were sure there was nothing quite noble about having wild sex with Kylo Ren on the cold of your bathroom floor. Yet, that was blissfully happening; your legs wrapped desperately about his lean waist, while he tried his damn hardest to rut you into the white marble beneath.  Slicked with water and sweat his natural curls had collapsed into a mess of uncontrollable locks that slightly veiled his sharp eyes. But you knew he could still see. With his favorite sight, your bouncing breasts, on full display it wasn’t something he’d miss.    

Maker, had it been a great surprise to have a visitor in your shower that morning. You’d not been paying attention to anything else besides the pounding water of your shower’s detachable head between your trembling thighs. Nothing had prepared you for when it was roughly snatched out your lose hold.  

Suddenly you were being pushed face first in a foggy glass shower wall with Kylo behind you, pale, unrobed and already hard and aching. You’d know the feel of his body from anywhere after months of formally riding the fuck out of him. When he embraced you from behind he was unusually gentle.  

Things seemed peacefully as he simply buried his nose into your wet hair, satisfied to rub against the softness of your bottom. He rumbled deep in his chest and while you were distracted by how sexy it sounded, went in for the attack. Already soaked from before he arrived, Kylo Ren took the advantage of just being able to sink into your clenching depths. The mewls started the second he was completely in and you arched your back in encouragement for him to continue on. Your round backside cushioning each thrust as he powered on and produced his own sounds.  

While the clichés of, “don’t stop,” and “Fuck! Harder, please!” spilled out of your mouth like verbal instinct; Kylo Ren chose a more therapeutic road. Pulling you closer with one corded arm around your middle, he peppered kisses along your ear with pump lips before starting to whisper.  He would talk about his rage at all the things that pissed him off that day; the idiocy of incompetent workers or arrogant higher ups like Hux. You’d love hearing his anger, feeling smug that you’d taught him to take out his frustrations on your greedy pussy rather than an expensive tech panel.

Eventually you had ended up on the damp titles as you were now, only at first you were on top. However the dominating knight of Ren only allowed it for about two minutes, before he was back on top acting high and mighty again.

In the heat of your climax you reached up to cradled his handsomely sculpted face into the palms of your hands. Sensually you slicked back his unruly mane to fully see his eyes which had, shockingly to you, become teary.  

“Ben,” you called out as he had asked you to do before when he became this vulnerable. Your rosy finger tips traced along his cheeks, “its okay sweet, Ben. I’m here, I know” you comforted, “I understand,” you finished slowly, wrapping him up into your damp embrace as the thrusting stopped.

When you heard him let out stifled breaths and half sobs you were unafraid to stroke behind his ears, the way he secretly like. And then as you began to actually feel the tension leave his body until he became limp with sleep, you knew there was also nothing wrong with a knight, who finds solace with his princess.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I asked the question about hyper-pigmentation and even though you don't have any information on that do you think it's important for your vulva to look like those of pornstars because I know clients want a woman who is well kept but they should be mature seeing as how they're older so are they put off by pubic hair too? I'm wondering if I'd be able to get away with having some or if I should be shaved at all times

I personally wax everything off because I like it that way but I can’t imagine a man who has to pay for sex caring as long as it’s clean/well kept lol

There were a hundred different scenarios that could result from TJ’s impromptu and drunken trip to Ohio. Going to visit Sean’s parents was not one of them. He wasn’t even sure how the fuck he ended up there. 

Yet there he was, standing outside the door of the suburban home wondering if he should knock or run away. He didn’t have to do either. Before he could make a decision the door swung open and a woman a couple of years older than his own mother opened the door. “You must be Thomas.” She said with a welcoming smile.

TJ nodded, a shy smile on his own lips.

“Sean called. He said you were having a rough morning. He asked me to feed you. You also look like you can use a warm shower.”

TJ blushed. Did he look that bad? Well, maybe he didn’t look bad. Just stressed. He was. “I don’t want to impose. This was all Sean’s idea.”

She shook her head, moving out of the doorway to let him in. “Nonsense, Thomas. Sean’s friends are always welcome here.”

Hesitantly, TJ steps into the home, blue eyes wandering around the place. He loved it. He lived a very short amount of time in normal houses. After that came the Governor’s Mansion in North Carolina and then the White House for two terms. Neither of which felt as welcoming as this and he’d only just stepped inside.

“I’m just getting started on breakfast so if you want, you can step upstairs and take a quick shower. I have some of Sean’s clothes in his old bedroom and they should fit you just fine. Bathroom is the second door on the left and Sean’s room is right across from it. I’ll lay out the clothes on his bed.”

Why was this woman so nice to him? Oh. Right. She didn’t know he was a homo… or that he had fucked her son more times than he could count. Oh the guilt is setting in. “Mrs. Reeves, you really don’t have to. I can sit and wait outside.”

“Thomas…”

The woman used her mom voice and TJ made his way upstairs like he was about to be scolded.

As he’s walking, he texts Sean: [text] your mom is very nice and very scary at the same time.

The Vagina Monologues

Has anyone read or seen this play? It’s fascinating and really a must-see. One part struck me as very interesting in a BDSM sort of way…

Most of the monologues consist of taking back the word vagina, reclaiming the word cunt, loving your vagina instead of fearing or hating it, believing you are beautiful because of it. One monologue talks about how if a man loves pussy, marry him. Because why should we cover ourselves with things to make our vaginas smell like “rain” or taste different? Shouldn’t people just love pussy?

The one that really got to me (other than the ones that spoke about childbirth being beautiful or the horrible ways women are raped) was the monologue of a woman wondering why she would need to shave. Shouldn’t her husband love her hair? Shaving gave her red bumps, scratchiness, irritation. Shaving made her look like a child instead of a woman who had hair as proof of womanhood. She did it for her husband and hated it, hated the act of sex because of it, and told him. They ended up in therapy, and he told her “if you love me you’ll do it”, so she did again. And hated it.

She decided to stop shaving. Her husband cheated on her. Now I’m not saying they are necessarily a result of the other, but surely communication between partners is important. And… why do we see images of shaved women, as if it infantiles them? (Don’t answer; the real reason is the porn industry). Yet many D/s relationships or DD/lg relationships talk about the need for a woman to shave to please her partner.

So here’s my question…. why? Is it a kink? It’s not fun on our end having to do it everyday (speaking from experience). Why don’t men also shave? Is it so women are seen as childlike in terms of their vaginas? The play brought up many interesting questions about that (including how oil never truly makes it soothe or feel better). So what’s the reason many in our community desire it?

Gangsta. chapter 41 summary

Good day, fellow Gangsta. readers! lexbenedetto was so kind to share the raws with us here (bless you), so I thought I’d write up a quick summary of what’s happening in chapter 41. My Japanese isn’t perfect, so take it with a grain of salt.

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Zane rubbed his eyes and blinked. Where was he? It didn’t look like he was at his mom’s house or even at that Academy place that woman had told him about. There was some kind of building nearby though. Maybe they could tell him where he was?

Wondering over, he noticed a woman setting outside on the steps and ducked behind a tree. He peeked out and bit his lip. His father always said, ‘Children should be seen, not heard,’ but how was he supposed to figure out where he was? He needed to talk to her, but… what if she got mad at him? Mommy had never hit him when she was mad, but sometimes she would hit Father when he was drinking that nasty brown stuff.

He was so lost in his internal debate that he didn’t notice when she finally turned toward him.

Was that a child? What on earth is a child doing out here? He is clearly older than Lily, Lux isn’t too great at guessing children’s ages, but he still looks quiet small. And scared. He looks scared.

Lux stands and walks slowly over to where he’s hiding. “Hey, sweetie.” she says softly, crouching down a few metres from him. “Are you okay? Are you lost?” She tries to keep her voice warm and soft, the voice she used to use to calm Lily. She smiles warmly and holds out a hand to him. “You can come out. I can help you.”

Friendly reminder that when Steve first meets Natasha he immediately acknowledges her as “ma'am”. I mean he doesn’t see her as this scary spy or just another pretty face. He treats her with respect like a lady should be treated. He’s been raised and taught to treat a woman with respect and we see it here as he so naturally refers to her as “ma'am”. And it just makes me wonder has she ever been talked to that way? With respect not just as a spy. Not a killer. Not just a hot chick. But as a woman. How many people have looked at her and just treated her with respect out of fear of her being a spy or out of admiration for her body? How many people have treated her as an actual human being with respect just because it’s the right thing to do? She probably never got treated with respect in the Red Room or anywhere else. Yet here is Steve Rogers who respects her yes as a spy but more importantly as a woman and as a human being just for being her. He knows exactly what she is capable of. He knows she can fight, but he, being the noble and kind person he is, still holds her in respect as a woman and cares for her well being and I just think it’s cute.

I have mixed feelings about DC. 

I mean, the DCEU LOOKS AMAZING AND IT SHOULD BE AWESOME, I MEAN WE GET A WONDER WOMAN MOVIE AND HARLEY QUINN IS A MAJOR PLAYER IN SUICIDE SQUAD NOT TO MENTION HOW MUCH OF A BADASS AMANDA WALLER, ENCHANTRESS AND KATANA ARE GONNA BE

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I MEAN LOOK AT THEM

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but then the DCAU fucked up big time

LOOKING AT YOU THE KILLING JOKE

There was no need for Bruce to have sex with Barbara. I mean, if we’ve seen anything, it’s that the robins, and his “sidekicks” are like family to him. Need I say how creepy that makes Bruce look? I mean, I’m one of the biggest Bruce fans out there, but having him have sex with Barbara was not okay. Not to mention how bad it affects Babs. Seriously, she already has a pretty crappy treatment in TKJ, this just made it worse.

The Trouble with Faking It - 2


Summary: Killian Jones is one drunken mistake from never setting foot on a movie set again. Enter Emma Swan, the woman his manager has paid to pretend to date him and clean up his image. It seems straightforward enough…but there’s always trouble with faking it. CaptainSwan.

Rating: M

Also on FF or Ao3

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“So…how does this work?” Emma asks as she signs line after line of the contracts. Part of her wonders if perhaps she should have called a lawyer to look it all over, but lawyers like to be paid, and she’s still going to be broke until this is all over.

That’s the point, after all.

“We will arrange to have some photos taken, once someone has sobered up enough to appear more handsomely disheveled movie star than drunk in the gutter…”

“I am standing right bloody here!”

“Those photos will be leaked to one of the internet gossip bloggers. It will make people curious. At first, you’ll smile shyly, ask for your privacy. Killian will be coy in interviews when asked about you, but we’ll continue to leak photos. Blurry images of you together at his house, you leaving in the morning in his shirt. Images that create a trail of dots simple enough for even the most mentally incapable idiot to connect.”

Emma is finding it harder to swallow the longer Regina goes on. She knew on some level that this is about how it was going to go down – she’s lived in Los Angeles long enough to understand how a publicity relationship works. But is she actually going to spend the night at his house?

How else would it work?

Is he going to come to her apartment? Her awful, tiny, cramped studio where the only room with a door is the bathroom that’s the size of closet? She winces to herself, imagining the look of disgust she’s likely to receive when compared to his undoubtedly sprawling mansion somewhere in the hills.

“Do you find that distasteful, Miss Swan?” Regina’s sharp tone cuts into her thoughts, and Emma jerks her head back up to meet the woman’s narrowed gaze. “I assure you, if you find yourself already displeased, we had better stop now.”

“No. I’m sorry, I was thinking about something else.” Emma makes a weak attempt at a smile, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s a lot to take in.”

“Indeed it is, so pay attention.” Emma sits up a little straighter, signing the last page of the contract and sliding it back onto Regina’s desk. She doesn’t dare look behind her at Killian, though he’s being quiet at the moment.

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I do have to wonder what it is that haters think will happen if CS just magically STOPS EXISTING (lol)

Cuz like … Emma’s not just gonna get over it. She’s not gonna run willingly and happily into the arms of *insert-your-favorite-here* It simply isn’t going to happen. She won’t open herself up for that again

If this goes badly, Emma will be DONE looking for love or romance or her own personal happy ending. This is a woman who’s been broken one too many times

Seeing how HAPPY she is with Killian now should tell you EVERYTHING, if you’re actually paying attention. If this goes badly, there’s no HEALING that, she WON’T move on, because Killian isn’t just some random guy in her life, and honestly, I’m sick to death of arguing that point. He’s more than Neal ever was, he’s certainly more than Graham was, and Walsh barely counts because NONE OF THAT WAS REAL.

Killian is REAL

Unless the whole purpose of the show is to ruthlessly DESTROY Emma Swan (and if you think that, you’re so far outside the realm of what this show is that it’s not even funny)

I hate to break it to you (but not really), but whether you like it or not, whether you ACCEPT it or not, CS is a thing. A very REAL thing. And he IS the love of Emma’s life. You don’t build something up for three fucking seasons for no reason, sorry

Losing him would be the last straw (she SAID AS MUCH. IN CANON. “I can’t lose you too”, remember that?), and if you actually WANT that to happen to her, you probably need to not be watching this show any more

What it’s Like

At some point this afternoon, after I’ve been stabbed in my gorget-less neck, but before I’ve gone and commandeered the devil sticks again, someone makes a comment that she wants to know more “about what it’s like to be a woman” who does HEMA.

So I answer her there, but then I realize there’s so much more I want to say…

What’s it like being a woman who fences?

It’s empowering.

This is the best way I can describe it. Yes, it’s a load of fun, yes, it’s also a challenge, yes, you’ll meet some of the warmest, most amazing and wonderful people, and yes, you feel absolutely exhilarated after a good fight, but more than any of this…swords empower.

It’s not just - or rather, I should say, it’s so much more than just - that you’ve learnt how to use a weapon, so much more than just the looks you get when people watch you fight at school demos.

It starts as soon as you make the decision to start taking training seriously, and making the effort to get in shape. Longsword tournaments don’t have weight classes, so well-conditioned athletes hold a distinct advantage. Don’t get me wrong: you don’t have to be an athlete to start training; I certainly wasn’t—but one of the awesome things about training seriously though is that you start to become an athlete.

It’s empowering when you can go for longer on the treadmill or elliptical, when you can lift that additional ten or twenty pounds, when you can walk for longer distances carrying gear without getting winded. It’s empowering when you notice new or bigger muscles in the mirror, and, in my particular case, when people stop making comments about needing to put some meat on your bones.

When you start fighting — not just conditioning or drilling, but actual, competitive sparring — it empowers even more. One may be a pacifist (I often consider myself such on a larger scale), but there’s a confidence that comes when you realize you are a fighter that can’t be equaled. While HEMA  is growing, many clubs are still relatively small, so you’ll learn to fight men and women. You’ll learn to fight those who are bigger than you, those who are smaller, those who are faster, those who are slower, those who are more skilled and those who’ve yet to learn control. Each fighter is different, but each time you perform a little bit better, each time you figure out a new counter or hit a new target, your confidence will grow.

This isn’t to say you won’t have hard, difficult fights that will make you doubt—it wouldn’t be a martial art if that wasn’t the case—but you will learn how to absorb the lows, how to learn the lessons that need to be learned and discard that which does not matter. Sometimes you may need to take a break and regroup, but this is not something that is gender-specific.

It’s empowering not just when you win a match in competition, but when you’ve competed at all—only you will ever truly understand the personal mountain that you climbed to get there—and you realize that there, in that ring, it was all you.

When you’ve survived a round with one of the best fencers in the world, when you see the people that have helped you on your journey succeed and medal in theirs, when someone whose skill you admire tells you after a fight that you’ve gotten better or that you’ve done a good job, the feeling is that there is no bridge too big to cross, no goal that will not be attainable.

Yes, sometimes there will be difficulties as a woman—it’s not quite as easy to find gear, as an example—but the positive experiences as a fencer so outweigh the negative ones that in the end, all you want to do is go and fence some more.

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*screams into the abyss* I will never not be mad about how Wonder Woman looks in the batman v superman trailers.
You wanna talk issues with how women are portrayed in media? Let’s talk now.
WHY does Wonder Woman look like a stick?! She doesn’t look like that in the cartoons, animated films, OR comic books/graphic novels. She’s equal in stature and muscle to batman and superman. She’s a bred warrior who’s spent her life training. You can’t convince me she wouldn’t be muscular.
So I ask why. Why isn’t she allowed to be on par physically with the men like she should be?
I dont know who’s call that was but it was a terrible one. If men bulk up to play heroes then so should the women. They shouldn’t look dainty and twig like. They’re warriors too dammit!

5

This week I had 7 comics, so I’m slitting it up into two posts. In this post you’ll see the comments about the titles whose covers are posted above. I’ve also posted the link in the sidebar of the site so that you can look through all the Pull Lists that I’ve written in the past.

Here are this week’s comics in order of most liked to least:

  1. Grayson
  2. We Are Robin
  3. Wonder Woman
  4. Teen Titans
  5. The Flash
  6. Cyborg
  7. Aquaman

First with Wonder Woman, basically keeping her with her Greek Mythology roots it working for me. I hope this is a course correction from the last story arch and that they stay on this path because for me it’s working at least. I enjoyed this issue and I’m looking forward to the next issue which is how I should feel.

The Flash still feels like it’s auditioning a plot for the TV show’s upcoming season which isn’t bad (it’s actually a very good story) but I worry that I’m going to be watching the same thing play out on the small screen which will be kind of boring since I know where it’s going.

Cyborg number 1 was really great.  But it made me feel like he needs to be part of the Teen Titans. The Teen Titans are all about becoming a family where the Justice League is more about colleagues working together to stop the end of the world. I’m not saying that Cyborg doesn’t deserve to be a heavy hitter on the Justice League but he does deserve to have the connections that a Teen Titans type family can give him. 

Aquaman. Well Aquaman wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. The reason why I stopped reading Aquaman and the Others was because Yawara was there to drive a wedge between him and Mera. And now in Aquaman there is a wedge between him and Mera. I hope that she is either being manipulated or controlled to hunt down Aquaman. It’s just blah when they aren’t some sort of team. I’m giving this one more issue before I drop it from my pull list. I hate that that’s the case.

No Spoilers this week.