The chats during DC Nation are just getting weirder and weirder.
AS A RESULT OF WHATEVER HAPPENED WE ENDED UP WITH A HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL CROSSOVER KAJSDhaskda
how long were you and she together?
all my life.
AAhh this was a pain, but the idea got stuck and I had to get it out of my system ♥
NEVER AGAIN DRAWING 8 CHARACTERS TOGETHER’ISH
MALIN I LOVE YOU
(647): You totally narrated your dogs thoughts for 2 and a half hours last night, and I was enthralled. I didn’t say one word, I just listened.
And then I went to cheer myself up with ~SWEET MEMORIES~
This tumblr is still the greatest thing I ever did semi-anonymously. THOSE WERE GOOD TIMES, MAN. GOOD TIMES.
I’ve known since we mind melded last summer in Bialya.
But that was before we even became a couple. Why didn’t you say anything?
I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.
“KICK HIS BUTT AND THEN COME RAVAGE ME SENSUALLY LIKE ON THE COVERS OF THOSE ROMANCE NOVELS I BORROWED FROM ROBIN,” said Superboy meaningfully so as to inspire Miss Martian in her efforts to defeat the most sinister he’s not even important here so who cares. The limpid pools that were their eyeballs met. Chests heaved. Other junk heaved; you fill in the blanks. The intensity of their mutual and fully consensual longing throbbed in the air between them.
“I must go,” said Miss Martian passionately as she tenderly yet firmly caressed Superboy’s chiseled pectorals and abdominals with her reddish orange orbs (refer to: aforementioned limpid pools) with an eagerness that exposed her thoroughly and undeniably erotic intent. Superboy could not help but to quiver under such consideration; truly, it was the first he, a young virgin, had known the heat of sensual regard.
“But soon I shall return, my love,” she vowed, “and I shall have you!”
“Then go,” he said thrummingly, “that you shall me sooner!”
She went. Superboy clasped a hand to his breast. How his heart beat! Like a hummingbird! Or a mouse stuck in a very tight jar with increasingly few strategic options! He could not bear the wait; yet he must bear it!
“M’gann,” he whispered to the sky, then no more.
omg i loved it rite more plz!!!
(…wait, what if I’m not even kidding, WHAT IF THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER READ)
I think really all I want after the latest episode of Young Justice (besides Zatanna and Artemis making out, obviously)
is Supermartian fic in which the two of them have an animal rescue with like six angry goats and thirty-five cats and a super old cow that doesn’t give milk anymore
and their litter of hideously adorable alien babies
all of which are named after sitcom characters
make this happen
Anon requested: M’gann and Connor (Young Justice)