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bluevalley-esque · 2 years

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DC’S STARGIRL: Frenemies - 3x04 - The Evidence

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echosdevil · 1 year

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Come back over. You can't be alone here.

#barbara whitmore #artemis crock #amy smart #stella smith #stargirl #stargirledit #stargirl spoilers #tvedit #artemis' screams .. baby girl let me hug you

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leotanaka · 1 year

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STARGIRL (2020 - PRESENT)

like father mother, like son

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birichardswift · 2 years

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First look at Stargirl: The Lost Children #1

Art by Todd Nauck

#so glad they didn't drop this and that todd nauck is doing the art again #stargirl #courtney whitmore #emiko queen #pat dugan #barbara whitmore #dc comics

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mndvx · 2 years

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STARGIRL – Frenemies: Chapter Five - The Thief (S03E05)

#stargirl #luke wilson #pat dugan #amy smart #barbara whitmore #neil hopkins #lawrence crock #sportsmaster #joy osmanski #paula brooks #tigress #dc #dctv #dcedit #dctvedit #tvedit #stargirledit #stargirl spoilers

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becharm-27 · 3 months

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i hope that you're proud...

What started off as an idea to highlight Courtney's gymnastics skills morphed into something of a tribute to our hero's first hero. Seeing where she gets her core personality from, I think it's clear Barbara taught her how to love herself.

STARS & HEARTS: A Stargirl-centric celebration of romance, friendship, family, and self-love - DAY 4

DAY 1 DAY 2 DAY 3 DAY 5 DAY 6 DAY 7 DAY 8 DAY 9 DAY 10 DAY 11 DAY 12 DAY 13 DAY 14

#stargirl #dc stargirl #brec bassinger #courtney whitmore #rina sawayama #amy smart #barbara whitmore #stargirl edit #stargirl gifs #stars and hearts #save stargirl #renew stargirl #never the end #save our superheroes #save the underdogs #catch me in the air

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stargirlcentral · 2 years

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DC’S STARGIRL: S3EP2 ( 2020- )

Trust me, Barbara. We have been doing everything we can to fit in here. I garden. I.. smile at strangers. I even applied to join the Blue Valley Rotary Club. And.. how is that working out? They asked me to bake a German chocolate cake.

#stargirl #stargirledit #barbara whitmore #paula brooks #stargirl spoilers #3x02 #season 3 #by brooke #*

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dailyjsa · 3 months

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Earth Prime: Stargirl #4

Writer: James Robinson and Paula Sevenbergen

Artist: Jerry Ordway

Inker: Jerry Ordway

Colors: John Kalisz

#dc comics #courtney whitmore #stargirl #pat dugan #stripe #mike dugan #barbara whitmore #comics

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ufonaut · 1 year

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Caught a very familiar visual reference in Stargirl: The Lost Children (2022) #6!

(All-Star Squadron 1981 #1 // Justice Society of America 2007 #1)

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angelamcss · 2 years

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STARGIRL (2020 — )

We started by interrogating everyone he owed money to. That's a whole lot of people with motive to whack him. We dangled them off of a tall building to get answers.

#stargirl #stargirledit #stargirl spoilers #barbara whitmore #paula brooks #larry crock #dctvedit #myedits #lmaoo

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lands-of-fantasy · 8 months

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Stargirl Season 1

Character Posters

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bluevalley-esque · 2 years

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DC’S STARGIRL: Frenemies - Infinity Inc. Part One

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echosdevil · 1 year

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DC'S STARGIRL

3x13 | Chapter Thirteen: The Reckoning

#pat dugan #mike dugan #barbara whitmore #stargirl #stargirl edit #stargirl spoilers #dc stargirl #tvedit #dcedit #will never get over this scene 😭#my family like you dont get it #very sorry to my non stargirl mutuals i have so many edits planned

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hedgiwithapen · 7 months

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DHD: PTAcule free space. Collective date night? Unusual combinations of battle couples? Formal vote to refuse Icicle’s application even though he promises he won’t be evil and/or creepy this time? (Everybody Lives AU encouraged)

"Remember," Crusher said, the joking tone suddenly gone from his voice, "You promised, no judging."

"None," Barb said, just as seriously, adjusting the gloves on her hands awkwardly. They still felt too tight. Paula's fingers were longer than her own, but the gloves had been a gift, weeks ago. Like the crossbow, Barb had left them in the box. She'd never thought she'd need them.

That was how all of the Crock's gifts were. She was glad to have them now.

"Leave them alone," Paula said. "You won't get used to them if you don't let them be. We have bigger things to worry about right now."

"I know." Barb took a breath. "I...you're sure this is the right place?"

The tall, plate-glass windowed office building towered above them, twinkling with ambient light from the streetlamps, taillights, and other city pollution. Funny, all those years of living in southern California suburbs, and under a dozen months in small-town Nebraska had broken the part of her mind that accepted Skyscrapers as normal. In Blue Valley, only the hospital and the clocktower stood higher than four stories. Twenty was unthinkable.

"You were expecting a warehouse?" Crusher asked. "Maybe dilapidated, a couple rusting shipping crates outside?"

"Something like that," Barb said, still stunned. "This is where...?"

"This is where the last signal from baby Midnight's goggles came from. Either they're here, or someone in here knows where they are. Ready for your first heist?" Paula put a hand, haltingly comforting, on her shoulder. "Let's go get our Pat and the kids," Crusher whooped, shrill, and slammed his bat hard through a window. It shattered. Suddenly all Barb could see was the glass on the pitstop floor, what was left of Stripe...

"Barb, we need to move," Paula said, tugging her along. "Stay close. We'll take care of everything."

Security must have been anticipating something. a line of them were waiting in the hall. Crusher reached for an explosive, sending it sliding down the polished linoleum with a perfect kick. The blast was contained, but Barb still felt the heat of it on her face. She expected a surge of guilt, watching people die.

They'd taken her kids. They'd left Mike's bike mangled on the side of the road. She felt, exactly as promised, no judgement towards Crusher, and no pity.

Paula put the tip of her crossbow bolt below the eye of a survivor.

"Where did your boss put Stripesy and the children?" she asked conversationally.

"I--"

"Think carefully. If you tell us, maybe I'll let Stripesy decide if you live. He's the kind that might show mercy. We aren't. "

"He's on the 15th floor. the kids are in the basement. I don't have access--"

"Who does?" Barb asked, shouldering past Crusher, who let her. He was already using the end of his bat to poke and corpses for security passes.

"Soray."

"Oh, you're going to be Sorry," Paula said, pressing the sharp point close enough it drew blood.

"Wait, no, please, Franklin Soray, he--right there." he gave a feeble twitch. Crusher retrieved the badge. Paula looked at Barb.

"Your call," she said, quiet.

"Leave him," Barb said. She told herself it wasn't about mercy. It was about priorities.

They split up. Paula squeezed both they hands, and then vanished up the elevator shaft Crusher pried open for them. Barb held the crossbow she'd been given tightly. She'd never ventured into the tunnels below Blue Valley, but somehow, she imagined they'd be a lot like the twisting maze of concrete Crusher slammed through like a jaguar through forest undergrowth.

"After, we're going to work on Cardio," he said with a grin unmarred by the splatter of blood on his face when he'd broken at least a guard's nose. Barb hadn't looked at the man long enough to judge if the angle of his neck was natural or not, and again told her heart not to care.

"Sure," she panted. "Absolutely. Where...?"

Another door, this one labeled a stomach clenching "Special Collections/ New Acquisitions" opened under the badge Crusher held. Another corridor of doors stretched out.

Crusher pointed to a scuff on the frame of one door. "Artie left that. C'mon."

Alarms started to blare, but Crusher wasted no time. "Hey ducklings! Gonna have these open real quick. everyone away from the doors, kay?"

"Dad!" Artemis yelped from behind her door. A muffled "Mr Crock?" sounded like Beth from the one behind it.

"Yup," he turned to Barb, offering her the detonator to the explosives she hadn't even seen him rig. "Wanna do the honors?" She very much did.

17 stories up, Paula slunk through the halls, careful of the after-hours lighting. It provided such nice shadows. Two more near silent interrogations led her to a very locked office door, one with the blinds hastily installed on the outsides of the windows. Amateur move, really. Anyone with half a brain would know something was different here, and anyone who knew to be looking for a hostage would find them easily enough.

She opened the door.

"I need more time," Pat's voice croaked from where he was hunched over a desk. Her eyes caught, in the single bulb of lamplight, the sight of bruises, of a chain around his ankle. "It's not done, please--."

"Halftime," she said easily, dropping to the floor and trading lockpicks for her crossbow. "Easy, Patrick."

"Paula?" he said, like it was a question.

"Mm," she agreed. "Barb and Crusher are getting the children. They should be getting them--" The building swayed slightly. Distantly, an alarm sounded. "Now." she looked at the papers he'd been working on Blueprints for something. "We taking these or trashing them?"

"Trashing," Pat said hoarsely. Paula handed him a harness pulled from her backpack, and set to work filling the metal trash can that stood in the office with papers and a lit match.

"We're taking the long way down. Hope you're better with heights these days."

The window took a few blows to break, but crashed to the ground far below. Paula lifted her crossbow from the floor, setting a bolt with a long cable attached and firing. the other end secured, she smiled. Smoke was filling the hall, which would prevent any other security from reaching them in anything resembling enough time for recapture.

"Shall we?" she clipped into the zipline. Pat followed. Far below, the light of the Cosmic staff lit the figures of the rest of the family, booking it for the minivan obtained for the rescue.

#dammit hedgi day 2023 #Stargirl #the PTAcule #Barbara whitmore #Paula crock #Crusher crock

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birichardswift · 2 years

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