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Welcome, friends, to a fresh Cattanooga Cheese Explosion of Pedigreed Bull
(with the usual Appy Polly Loggies)
[Mise en scene: At a campsite where the Cattanooga Cats are into some relaxation during an innertubing vacation on some remote stream with just the right qualities in this respect. As the scene opens, we find the Cats getting off their tubes and heading back to Son of Gashopper ...]
COUNTRY, just making sure everything is alright: Just be greateful this isn't Jellystone Park, as in Yogi Bear making a nuisance of tourists on picnics and campouts--
GROOVE: Or so I have heard!
[Meanwhile, unbidden, off in the woods comes no less than the Hair Bear Bunch approaching the Cattanooga Cats in their own playfully ursine manner ...]
KITTY JO, stunned: Well, isn't that the Hair Bear Bunch!!
COUNTRY, equally stunned: And what could they be doing in these parts?
[Brief stunned silence]
HAIR BEAR: We just wanted to say hi, and maybe ask if we could maybe join you on a tubing excursion sometime--!
[The feline quartet gasps in sheer disbelief and collapseth to the ground at the sight]
#hanna barbera#vignette#cattanooga cats#unlikely crossover#unlikely cameo#hair bear bunch#tubing vacation#innertubing#what a stunner#hannabarberaforever
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here's a little snippet of something im working on (yes i know i havent updated LOB in a month. leave me alone)
☁︎ jercy, au where they kinda remember each other from when they're at the same place, same time. inspired by e106 at 8:28. also, percy swears like a sailor because i said so. ☁︎
“Watch out!”
“Oh, shit–”
He’s on the floor and he can’t feel his jaw. His fingers are tingling in a very painful way. He swears up and down he hasn’t had his life flashing before his eyes, but like, he feels like he’s dying. It hurts like hell.
“You okay?”
The sight that greets him is nothing short of confusing– a tall, blond boy, around his age or maybe younger, with a purple shirt written SPQR on it. He stands in front of him, crouched just enough to shove his calloused hand in his face. (Why in the world is it rough like that? He looks hardly twelve but he has the fingers of a carpenter.)
“What’s up with the shirt? Are you LARPing?” he asks, not even cursing his lack of filter this time. He’s in a freaky casino with friends who just about forgot they were on a mission to stop World War III. Not that he remembers the details much anyway…
“What’s that?” The boy asks in return. “It’s just a camp shirt.”
Huh, almost like Camp Half-Blood’s. The leather cord on his neck rubs at the skin there. It’s bound to leave a red mark with how tight it is against his nape.
He takes the boy’s hand to get back up on his feet. The last thing he expected was that stupidly strong grip and the sliver of a smile on the boy’s face when Percy nearly fell over. His hand starts tingling again.
“Jason Grace,” the boy tells him cryptically.
“Percy Jackson,” he answers, because obviously the guy told him his own name.
“You don’t sound like you’re from around here,” Jason says. He has this accent, one Percy can’t really place– something between animalistic and terribly Silicon Valley.
“And you sound like you’re definitely from L.A.”
He’s not stupid enough to waste his time here, talking to this very pretty guy (where did that come from?) in a very strange casino, with two of his friends gods-know where. Or at least, he thinks that for half a second before–
“What kind of camp makes kids wear something from Ancient Rome?”
His eyes drop to Jason’s hand on his hip.
“And what the fuck is with that sword?!”
Jason’s eyes widen, like he’s about to run away. It’s not a good look on him. Percy almost backtracks, or slams his hand against his mouth just to shut himself up for one damn second, but Jason beats him to the chase.
“You can see the gladius?”
“Why are you saying it like you actually speak latin?” is what Percy answers with, because oh yeah, I’ve got my own sword too, but it’s named Anaklusmos or I can speak Ancient Greek, how cool is that! isn’t the best thing to reply with in this context.
Jason looks– conflicted, at first. There’s some doubt in his stormy eyes, and they begin to resemble Annabeth’s more and more as they cloud over.
Oh shit, Annabeth–
“I left my friends back, oh shit, I gotta be out of here as soon as I can, it’s almost the solstice..,” he mutters, more to himself than to Jason, but it finally gets a reaction out of him that isn’t a (practically) blank stare. Not that he minds.
“Yeah, it’s tomorrow. What kind of deadline do you have in the middle of summer though? I thought classes were over.”
The way he says it is almost comically uncertain, like he has no idea how the school system works in America. Which is, honestly, fair. Percy doesn’t either.
Wait.
“Tomorrow? Nah, no way. We’re the 17th. Did you hit your head too?” He laughs, more out of obligation than anything– Jason’s eyes are downright scrutinising now, and in some other context when they’re both older it would’ve been nice but right now it just scares the shit out of him.
“No, I got here just five minutes ago. We’re the 20th.” It’s the way he says it so matter-of-factly that really gets on his nerves.
He grabs the first person that passes by them– some scrawny kid with black hair, and asks them the date once and for all.
His heart stops when the answer is “March 12th, 1932.”
He glares at Jason and sees him glaring back, and that’s all it takes before they’re running to the entrance to look outside the glass doors.
It’s pitch black, and Percy hasn’t been here for more than an hour. It was noon when he walked in.
“The Lotus Eaters,” he mumbles.
“Like, from the Odyssey?” Jason asks, his voice squeaky and scared. It’s the first actual emotion he sees on the guy’s face– literal fear.
“Fuck.”
Jason hums in agreement.
“Well, good luck to you, man,” Percy says before bolting away back to where he last left Annabeth and Grover. He prayed for them to still be there, and for there to still be time left if they make it out of here.
He doesn’t quite catch the small mumble of his name falling off Jason’s lips.
It sounds great when he says it.
#pjo#percy jackson#jason grace#jercy#peep the di angelo cameo#UNLIKE IN THE SHOW.#fanfic#wip#hes acting like a dumbass but he's 12#its VERY hard to write the thoughts of an adhd 12yo#i tried!
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Cape Fear (1991)
"Let's get something straight here. I spent fourteen years in an eight by nine cell, surrounded by people who were less than human. My mission in that time was to become more than human. You see? Granddaddy used to handle snakes in church, Granny drank strychnine. I guess you could say I had a leg up, genetically speaking."
#cape fear#1991#american cinema#martin scorsese#wesley strick#john d. macdonald#robert de niro#nick nolte#jessica lange#juliette lewis#joe don baker#robert mitchum#gregory peck#martin balsam#illeana douglas#fred thompson#zully montero#james r. webb#elmer bernstein#freddie francis#Scorsese fully channelling de Palma for this queasy Southern gothic remake of a beloved bit of Americana kino. this was actually meant to#be a Spielberg project (yeesh can you imagine?) but Marty traded him Schindler's List which worked out better for everyone. initial#reaction to seeing Marty's right hand arm de Niro as the antagonist was‚ admittedly‚ to snigger but give the man his dues he fully embodies#this grotesque‚ repellent boogeyman. crucially tho he has the seed of a genuine grievance against Nolte's (also fairly unlikeable) lawyer#lead and i think that's what really propels this script. the film is stacked with great performances‚ with a young J Lewis really#standing out in a layered and thoughtful performance. the cameos by prev Cape Fear stars are perhaps a tiny bit gratuitous (and it's kind#of sad that Peck's final role was little more than a brief meta injoke) but i get why and it doesn't detract too much from the film‚#particularly once it lurches full throttle into a biblical tinged flood and fire apocalypse for the (very well executed) final act#ott stuff and boundary pushing not just in its freakier moments but in its commitment to underscoring tension with moments of near pure#comedy‚ but i had a great time with this. oh and what a score! i mean i think it's just a re arrangement of the og score but still it slaps
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As a fellow x files / voyager enjoyer, I would 8 million percent read a cross over fic and have thought many times about how when voyager showed up in 1996 that ABSOLUTELY fox Mulder would have known about it and found a way to sneak his butt on board.
Plus Scully and Janeway would have so much respect for each other. Please if you ever need a discussion buddy I am free
Yes he would haha! I wonder if him being a canon trek fan kind of breaks things 🤔 or makes them more interesting...like imagine Janeway being suspicious of him because he knows so much about their technology and the Federation 👀
Scully and Janeway teaming up would be an unstoppable force I want to see it! I am head empty but now I know who to go to hehe thank you for offering!! <3
#wait now im thinking about a scenario where mulder and scully get split up but in star trek world however tht works and mulder knows everyth#ing and poor scully knows nothing#wonder how their skills could be used w all the new tech and equipment and cultures hmmmm#they have to try to find each other w some unlikely friends and cameos#i rlly rlly want those crossover futures end fics mentioned in the notes of another post now- im so sad they were removed#ask
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I doubt it, but wouldn't it be great if at least some of the film was shot in a The Office/ Spinal Tap style
And had cameos of un/surprising people
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Cameo call
Doing a cameo call for some upcoming asks. Wanted to make some scenes with them.
Comment a character you want to be featured in the upcoming posts.
And of course the requirement is they must have an anthro / AROverse form. But if they don't have one I'll design it. You can also design their anthro appearance (or just describe a clothing/hair) if you want (already anthro and ones that turned into during the prompts are welcome).
No promises that all cameos are gonna be included, but I'll try to fit as many as possible.
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you know what im just putting it in a separate post. this is my own ulixes backstory - content warning for parental+familial abuse/neglect.
Another stupid mistake.
Ulixes had forgotten to wash and put away the dishes. This had the immediate effect of enraging his father - who was hitherto consumed in a bad mood - and the expulsion of Ulixes from the family home for the night. Moronic of himself, Ulixes thought, to provoke him so thoughtlessly. Muffled in the kitchen and its yellowing white tiles with that awful, guttural shout, until Ulixes turned and ran - ran out the back door, to where his father would not follow under the siren call of another pyrholidon from the fridge.
And so he sat, looking up at the house and the pale sky above it. An entire wooden thing slumping dauntless before him. It rotted and shook and groaned through stormy nights, as if aware of its absurd and depressing existence. Embarrassed by the silence of its residents. Apathetic to the omen of another hard winter. On the little porch around the back that nobody ever used - where it wouldn’t dampen his trousers - Ulixes wondered into the thrice-unread pages of his book: why doesn’t it just fall?
Yet, the clocks kept turning, and the mice wouldn’t stop running through the pantry. Little scampering-scratching in the walls beside his bed. The pigeons that nested in the chimney each Summer. Ulixes Bücher, tucked away where no-one would try to find him. Empty pantries. Cold bed. Crumbling chimney. Ulixes, tucking himself away. That was the way of things. That was how nature was slowly reclaiming the Bücher household. Day by day. Night by night.
Especially those long, long nights which were as black as pitch and twice as humid. Where he as a little boy would toss and turn and dream of the entire wretched house collapsing. In those dreams, he would wake up in the morning, surrounded by and buried in rubble - the mounted deer head, the ripped clothes, the four-poster bed in his parent’s room, the fine china that was never used - and Ulixes, sole survivor, a tiny dot in the wreckage, emerging. Fifteen tumbling steps to the left, and he would happen upon the remains of the family jewels. In this childish fantasy, Ulixes would sell the jewels and move far, far away. It didn’t matter where. The house just needed to fall. So why didn’t it?
In a fit of frustration, he snapped his book shut. Wind tousled his hair as he meandered through the overgrown garden: through the long furs of grass - the deadnettle, which his older brothers would pick the flowers off to jokingly whip at him - past the old pine trees, all the way to the back. Here, a shed almost as old as the house itself stands vigil against the elements. A slightly brighter shade of wood, still dulled by years of use and disuse. A musky hint of rainy evenings past, warping the walls. Windowless.
And no lock, of course - nobody would just let themselves into here, not in the East. Not where you were picked off the street and sent back across the canal for the most minor of public infractions. Except, nobody in the Bücher household has repeatedly accessed this little hovel either. Perhaps since his grandfather, as far as Ulixes knows. He did woodwork, or something to that effect, in his spare time. Back when they employed house-servants, this place could possibly have gone over the rusting equipment with a dust-rag. Now, all the erstwhile sawdust has simply blown away; a blessing for the jacket on Ulixes’ back which is quickly going to become a mattress under the dented, discoloured workbench - one of the only things nailed to the floor.
He doesn’t know how many hours his grandfather spent here. By all accounts, he was a silent old man, praised by Ulixes’ siblings for scoring a once-in-a-lifetime engineering commission from a previously blossoming city. In fact, the Bücher household seem to have a thing for dying before Ulixes ever meets them. Apart from those who still remain in the house, he knows of one cousin who moved away to Jamrock, never to be heard of again. Every other member is locked in an eternal, poisonous game of one-upmanship over dinner, concerning wage brackets and managerial positions. Quoting the spiteful rants of his oldest brother - there used to be openings. And now there aren’t. Honest, skilled workers like he are forced back across the canal for work, where the jobs are cheap and the turnover is cheaper. His Aunt, spitting into a wine glass about mingling with the lower people, how the trickle-down up-swing has faded, how stagnancy has strangled her aspiration of a nice car and the subsequent respect that would blossom on everyone’s faces when she turns up in that.
They have made it abundantly clear that whatever blessed the Bücher family three generations ago is never doubling back. The repairs the home direly needs will never be happening. Even if they did, the resounding result would simply be putting a plaster on a stab-wound. It doesn’t matter how much junk his father sells to put him through a return-on-investment education. So, why doesn’t the house fall?
He breathes the afternoon light, perched in the doorframe; leaning. In contrast to the opulence of his grandparents’ tailor-made mansion, the shed is a utilitarian thing. Cuboid and sturdy, with its thick walls and insulated door - telling the tale of a person who would be complained away from the porch by neighbours or would not be dissuaded from partaking in outdoor hobbies in Winter. A floor softened by work boots. Flecks of paint and glue and oil staining in intervals. The whisper of pine needles reverberating around. So much wood, he thinks, like a little hole in a tree. A bird’s nest, from which he is watching the grey bulb of the sky grow dimmer and dimmer. Until the trees and the too-tall fence and the grasses turn into a shadow-puppet show. Until all Ulixes can hear is the wind. Until Ulixes can no longer read his book - only able to see a vague outline of his hands, and the stars still somehow shining through the city smog. Until he whistles, and the air stops whistling that jaunty little tune back into his ears, and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. That is when he shuts the door to the shed.
It is warm, Ulixes’ little nest. Thrumming with that insulation, that warp-curved geometry. It does something comforting to your brain, such like a reinforcing example does for a belief you already hold. He parts his chapped lips, and pushes his tongue to the back of his throat. A little click of sound is released. A pushing of a particularly satisfying button - or the trigger pulled on an empty gun-barrel?
The click bounces off the walls. It is an instantaneous cacophony, finished in less than a second. But it reels back his mind from wandering back to earlier, where the dishes were stacked and dirty and his father’s face was…
Click. Click. Click.
Echo. Echo. It never fails. Nothing is used against him, here - where no one will look for him.
Ulixes opens his book to the middle before resting his head on it. He knows by experience the floor will mercifully not hurt his body come morning. A jacket, brown, coming apart at the seams, slung over his thin frame.
Tonight, he dreams again of the house falling down. The wind; terrible and exacting, will extricate the foundations from the tumour of Revachol East and tumble it in a chef-swirl across the street. Miraculously, it would ignore The Shed, just as Ulixes would awake the next day to ruins, only to completely disregard its contents in favour of walking into the encroaching Pale. As if there was something in there for him. In there, where the air whistles back at him.
#this boy has two refuges and it is Books and Shed#i hope i spelt pyrholidon correctly. oh well#i kinda left things vague here because i dont have a full family tree planned out or anything#and i dont really expect that to be happening anytime soon#i headcanon uli to be along the 'kim' line of 'repress everything until you forget it and then never think about it again'#which uhhhh. aha. i might be projecting. (<-they have DPDR)#it's MY flashfic and I get to choose the mental sickness#but unlike steban - ulixes doesnt mention his family in-game *at all*. he is at the book club to Follow Steban#and of course they align ideologically. but steban actually gives his ideas the time of day. he *listens* - despite not agreeing with#everything he says. he doesnt lash out. he is Gentle.#and what about that - to someone like ulixes - wouldn't make him want to follow steban into the pale?#also la revacholiere makes a cameo here. brief hints of what is to come.#disco elysium#ulixes bücher#echo maker#txt
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rick riordan: fuck it! three more books about percy, annabeth and grover!
sadie and carter kane: you can just do that????
#dont worry guys ill never forget you unlike SOME PEOPLE#(<- thats a vague @ rick riordan not at anyone here on tumblr dot com just to be clear)#also i do love getting to see more of percy annabeth and grover do not get me wrong esp bc it sounds like kinda lower stakes stuff#love that genuinely#i just wish the kanes would at least get a mention... a cameo.... something#i need to reread the kane chronicles i miss them#pjo#the kane chronicles
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Mayta Knight 17-19
17 - Vs. Galacta
this is the result of me trying to avoid drawing a fight scene
18 - Unmasked
the most found family ever
19 - Kirby
#mayta knight#very unlike me to only do two drawings for 19#which is because i didnt and will probably post them another time#anyway look at them just hanging out#being themselves or something#ur probably sick of seeing it but it makes me so happy#to be known is to be loved#meta knight#kirby#kirbyposting#bandee#king dedede#bandana waddle dee#galacta knight#adeleine cameo lol#metadad#feel like there should be a better way to tag this#my art or something#shocking lack of text in this one but i wanted more emphasis on actions in 18#but also lol the galacta one led into my other galacta post with Marx#someone take comics away from me pls
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(Same anon from before) I'm also someone big into seeing how things interact. I would have loved a few more areas brought in like Okinawa or Hokkaido or other parts of Japan. See how everyone is kind of dealing with the government changes and the mics. I know stage gave us lil bits but it wasn't enough to make me happy.
I've joked with friends that the transition of mics had to be interesting in the beginning.
it’s so aggravating that they put in evidence of other divisions sparking rebellions and chuuoku spreading their forces to suppress them and then to not have the two divisions also outside of the tokyo area capitalise on that 😭😭😭😭😭😭 the potential wasted like honestly 😭😭😭😭
a lot of those worldbuilding details are quite literally hidden in the details and i also would love to see them expand on them. like jakurai and hitoya likely went to college in tokyo and we know their college got bombed in the war and there were rebuilding efforts. is that not really interesting lol????
that power struggle happening in ikebukuro bc of the introduction of the mics we got hints of in tdd, that early concept of territory battles where tdd was able to ‘unite’ japan thru battle, like what was that exactly???? what could tdd have done if chuuoku didn’t intervene so early????? there’s so much to hypmic’s world man 😭😭😭😭
#vee got an ask#the hypster magazines also throw in worldbuilding unlikely to be touched upon in canon and is only for obsessive fans#but it’s such a tease lmao#new division cameos like the oridivis or even the one of villain of the week divis in rhyme anima also might have helped expand the world#i’m pretty sure otome once implied the coup was a worldwide effort so where’s those ramifications lol
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so each season seems to have a song that’s pretty central it / shapes a significant moment in it
S1 - Should I Stay Or Should I Go - The Clash
S2 - Every breath you take - The Police
S3 - Never Ending Story - Limahl
S4 - Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush
What do you guys think is a song that’s going to pop up in season 5 and linger around for a while?
My money is on Alone by Heart (but I hope they also rick roll us)
#manifesting a small town boy cameo too but it’s unlikely#stranger things#stranger things season 5#byler
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i haven't decided what I want to do with Karin in Homemade Dynamite, and while I don't think Itachi in invested in her at all, I think he must know who she is?
Itachi, addressing the chunin exam nominees: For this round, we will passing out waivers to... cover....
Itachi, noticing this rando 13 year old he actually recognizes and KNOWS will play a major role in alt Sasuke's life and who he did not account for in is plans whatsoever: what the fuck
#itachi: deidara there are UNKNOWN VARIABLES#deidara: she's literally a genin. she's not even DOING anything#itachi: I DON'T LIKE NOT KNOWING VARIABLES#karin is unlikely to make any impact on the plot whatsoever but if i think a cameo would be funny............#fic: homemade dynamite
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So, THIS is a thing that’s happening. A few months ago, I was invited to join UNLIKELY HEROES STUDIOS from publisher, Laurie Foster! They produce some really cool books, had some fun plans for “Finding Dee”, AND she’s been editing my novels, so we already had a good working relationship. There was every reason to say “yes”, so I did.
So later, when Laurie Foster and I were talking about all the different ways to make the announcement, we went over a few ideas. Then THIS occured to me. I mean, "Finding Dee" IS about my everyday life, so what better way to announce the comic strip joining the studio then with an actual comic strip!
Now, with this announcement, comes a BRIEF hiatus for a few weeks as I prep for what’s needed for that NEXT big announcement, so bear with me. I think you’ll all be excited for what’s coming. :)
#unlikelyheroesstudios#color#cameo#announcement#pressrelease#tshirts#tshirt#logo#webcomic#comicstrip#trans#transgender#transgendercomic#transcomic#lgbtq#lgbtqcomic#unlikely#heroes#hero#superhero
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HBO Titans really said
#THIS SHOW IS UNWATCHABLE#i saw the first season before i was in the trenches of being a hardcore jason stan (i watched for starfire) and even then i was like.#why are a bunch of adults treating a child they are responsible for. that way. what#LITERALLY EVERYONE IN THIS SHOW IS UNLIKABLE EXCEPT FOR JASON AND SOMETIMES GAR and the few bruce cameos (and sometimes tim tragically)#like change my mind u cant#HOW DO YOU MAKE DICK GRAYSON UNLIKABLE??? LITERALLY HES THE MOST LIKABLE COMIC BOOK CHARACTER#every episode of this show astounds me#Y'ALL MISSED THE ASSIGNMENT#titans hbo#anti titans hbo#??#IDK HOW TO TAG THIS#god#titans (2018)
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I'm still mad that the Moon Rising graphic novel cut out the prologue with Farsight and Mastermind in it. Mike Holmes, let me see my faves!!
#Farsight wof#Mastermind wof#like i get that putting this whole graphic novel prologue about like idk... Secretkeeper faking losing Moon's egg in image form would be#weird and some kids wouldn't get it unlike the book which sorta just said it#but I think that Mike Holmes should have at least put in a Farsight and Mastermind cameo or SOMETHING#just as a little treat
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Listen... I really enjoy Wally's friendship with the original Titans, but I can't be the only one who thinks he's really OOC in almost every Titans related title, right?
#every once in a while I see someone who doesn't like Wally because their only contact with him is NTT or even just 90s/00s Titans and...#yeah???? completely valid#he's either really unlikable or has bursts of ''what the fuck is he doing?!''#and as a Roy fan it HURTS how fucking cruel he's to him#and I'm not saying Wally can't be an asshole (heavens knows he often is) but it just. Feels Different.#I dunno. I just kinda wish his interactions with the Titans were mostly the cameos they used to be cause imo that's where they're the best#or maybe you should be legally obligated to read at LEAST Waid's run before writing him in the Titans skajsk#I haven't read as much Titans as I should considering how many of them are some of my favorite characters but honestly this might be one of#the reasons. I just. Can't deal with their Wally most of the time#I'm sure there are exceptions and being OOC is an extremely complicated thing to say when it comes to comics but. Yeah.#I might delete this IDK#also!!! I do like to think that the Wally that was in NTT grew thanks to his relationship with Linda and Hartley and that's excellent#character development BUT 1) the point still stands 2) this also refers to Wally AFTER NTT so. Yeah.#wally west#flash#the flash#kid flash#dc#dc comics#queenlance post
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