Fox: You Say “please” And “thank You” In Front Of The Shinies All The Time And They Never Repeat

Some cute/weird/alien adjacent headcanons I have for Martian Manhunter, bc I love him:

- He genuinely feels so short in his humanoid form. He usually a stagger 14’0 but now he’s only 6’5 :(

- Mars is really cold so a mission to the arctic is summer vacay for him. He will feign being cold if only in solidarity with his teammates

- Martians have fur because more desolate areas of mars are cold and dusty.

- Will 100% make up shit about Martian civilization/physiology etc. What’s the league gonna do? Prove him wrong?

- related to above but J’onn is weird by martian standards.

- In some iterations martian copulation is a fucking weird mind meld glob thing so it is 100% fair to say that J’onn carried and birthed his daughter.

- Pretty much established but j’onn has a thing for fire & green. If someone fills one or forbid both of those qualities then he’s on that ass.

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Bonus convo I had w/ a friend

Tim: One time I almost had appendicitis.

Damian: Almost?

Steph: Did you get your appendix removed?

Tim: I don’t think so? Pretty sure I still have it.

Steph: …

Damian: You’re “pretty sure” you have your appendix???

Fox: Force give me patience.

Thorn: Isn’t it “Force give me strength.”?

Fox: If force gave me strength, Palpatine would be dead.

I just want to give all the clones some nice fuzzy sweaters. Is that so much to ask.

• “La liberté guidant le peuple” by Eugène Delacroix

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• “13th attempt to break the Gaza blockade by sea”. Photo by Mustafa Hassouna (Andalou Agency for Getty)

Redraw of this post because they deserve it :)

Fox and Thorn shenanigans. They found some matching sunglasses in the garbage and decided to model them via Space Snapchat.

Reblogs > Likes!

*Looking through all the mementos John Dory kept*

Bruce: Ok this can’t be yours JD *holds up a soccer trophy*

JD: I don’t know, maybe it’s Branch’s then.

Floyd: It says youth league, girls under 10.

JD: …

Clay: 1997.

Idk I've just been thinking about him a lot lately :')

Knuckles: Ma’am would it be forward to say that your voice is of the sirens, your breath is of the lilacs, and your skin is of the soft downy wool of a newborn lamb?

Rouge: Yes it would!

Knuckles: What if I told you, you had a great rack?

Rouge: Oh, you’re just saying that.