hawkgirl:

It kept happening.  The darkness would split and bits of light would creep through.  The silence would turn into a fuzzy, dim noise, and everything would be fire in her nerves.  Nic would open her eyes and gasp painfully for air.  Life. In an instant she went from the depths of death to living again.  It filled her with rage, with hope, with love, and with fear. 

The fear was what always stuck on repeat as it kept happening.  Him.  That face and that sadistic grin.  There would be some banter and usually she'd run her mouth--it was all she could do, really, make threats and tell him that she was going to kick his ass. He was always unmoved, would tell her how she fights like her mother but even she eventually fell.  And he'd give her bits of insight, these tiny little hints of what he was doing, why, and just how long he'd been waiting for this.

Then he'd snap her neck again and the blackness would return.

Lather.  Rinse.  Repeat.

This time, though, when the light came back, Nic didn't even move to sit up.  There was no smartmouthing, no threats, no trying to escape.

She was too emotionally worn out to give a damn anymore.

botmaster:

Even with ever thing that had happened recently Mikey still felt Mickey needed to celebrate her eighteenth birthday which being a Dugan of course met throwing her a surprise party at the Brownstone. Everything was set up for being a rather nice birthday party followed by fourth of July party. He had brought out some new bots and a couple of modifications to bots he had recently done to try and spice up the party.

Given how Mickey had died and come back this year and just losing her best friend Mikey went a bit above and beyond his usual gifts. Mikey had taken the frame of an old Volkswagen bug convertible and rebuilt it from scratch. He hadn't added anything fancy to it for him as he didn't know what she would like and figured those could be additions for later.

When Mickey opened Mikey's gift she would find a car key with a note to check the garage. Once she did check the garage she would find the car there looking brand new with a big bow on the hood.

hawkgirl:

Rex was never around.  It was nice, generally, in the 'I get to do whatever I want' sense of things, but Nic had to admit it was weird and sad, too.  She never saw her brother anymore and for a little while she was considering some sort of epic bad behavior to get his attention.  Underage drinking was always a good option, after all, but something came up first.  The theft at the museum opened up a great opportunity, both to get some Hawk action with her brother and also to be badass.  So, after Wendi left and Nic was able to sort out her leads, Nic sent her brother a quick text.

Shadow Thief stole the Dimensionimeter.  Heading to Westfield Park to hunt him down.  Bring the Claw.

And then she was off, taking to the sky to go track down and kick some bad guy ass.

3x2_9yz_4a:

The Tyler clan had come to the JSA Brownstone.  Wendi entered first, holding on very tightly to the hand of two year old Beth, followed by 17 year old Belle, 15 year old Danette, who was herself holding the hand of eleven year old Matt.

Ever since the time some of the surviving old Injustice Society members had tried to kidnap then then two year old Wendi and her just born sister Belle, it had become a rule that when another kid was being born, the other kids all went to the Brownstone.  Uncles Jay, Alan, and Ted, along with some of the Infinity Inc. generation and possibly Wally West as well, were providing some security at the Keystone City hospital where Jesse was giving birth.

"Okay guys," Wendi said, "you know the drill.  Best behavior, don't touch anything.  Belle, Danette, no flirting with Rex, Mikey, or anyone else.  Matt, I'm pretty sure Cat will throw you out the window if you try the catnip mouse thing again.  Am I understood?"

greengenes:

Mickey was not going to forget Nic's birthday. She was her best friend, and had been for a very long time. So her birthday was on the most important days of the year to her.

She actually made the cake herself. Mickey wasn't a horrible cook, she just only did it on rare occasions. Friends birthdays were one of those. The cake was chocolate with strawberry frosting.

There was bacon. Lots and lots of bacon. Mickey had taken the liberty of making a couple of little things out of bacon, including a narwhal made entirely of bacon, chasing a tiny bacon boat.

There was a promise of a day of shopping and any hellraising that Nic wanted to do. That was mostly Mickey's idea, as she wanted a day where she could just have her best friend all to herself.

She had told the rest of the JSA that she was throwing a party the Brownstone (attendance was mandatory for them) and invited over Cindy.

hawkgirl:

Nicolette couldn't sleep.  She'd gone to bed a little early having physically worn herself out flying the skies of some more rural areas of Louisiana to get used to the heft of a new mace, but physical tired wasn't drawing her into sleep.  She tossed and turned.  She tried to sleep with her wings out and with her wings in, upside down in the bed and right side up.  She'd even tried warm milk (and warm milk was something that she hated.)  Nothing was doing the trick so, finally, after hours of trying to doze off Nicolette simply gave up.  She just couldn't sleep and lying in bed wasn't going to do anything but make her grouchy.  Her only option was to sneak out and for once Nic was glad Rex was often distracted these days.  It made it so much easier to crack open a window, swing outside and then with a swoop, lift off into the air.

St. Roch was beautiful from high above with all the streets dotted with somewhat charming street lights.  They looked like tiny strings of diamonds or pearls in some of the older parts of the city.  They all lead somewhere, but Nic knew where she wanted to go.  The Museum was the closest thing she had to home outside of Egypt.  Since lots of the items in the Museum had come from Egypt it wasn't much of a stretch and even from her youngest years, the time before Rex's father had disappeared, Nicolette could remember sitting cross-legged in some of the galleries of the museum with her father and just feeling the ancientness of the artifacts.  They didn't exactly call to her in the literal sense, but she'd always felt drawn.  Just like tonight.

She entered the code on the security panel, slipped inside the building, and made her way through the darkened halls.  First it was the public galleries and after she finished those she rounded the corner, went through the big double oak doors to the private gallery and...stopped.  Directly in front of her was an empty case.  An empty case that wasn't supposed to be empty.  Nothing had been visibly broken, but the contents of the case hadn't been taken out properly.  The Diminsiometer was missing, it's holder knocked to the bottom of the case.

This wasn't right.  After a quick search of the facility, Nic grabbed her phone and made a surprising phone call: she called Wendi.

"How fast can you get to St. Roch's?"

She didn't even attempt pleasantries.

yourkingismine:

Angie stepped out of the shower after her workout in her apartment in Baton Rouge, steeling herself for what had to come next. She despised being shot, but she preferred it greatly to being stabbed. Sadly, one of those was going to have to happen for this plan to work. After reading the file on her target, she was pretty sure he'd know a self-inflicted wound versus an actual one, so she'd have to find someone she could trust to shoot her without killing her. Then, she would have to get to the Brownstone in enough time to not bleed to death and pray to god /he/ was there.

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night_owl:

Kyle had most or less recovered at this point. He was still getting used to everything. In regular light he pretty much blind and in the dark he could see fine though it was all different, he wasn’t sure he could describe it to someone. It would be like trying to describe red to someone who had never seen it before.

Dr. Cross and him had spent a day playing around with different lenses and glasses types to see which worked better for him so that he could see in regular light. They had gotten things pretty well set up there though would play around with it more later. It was going to take some getting used to for him since he really didn’t wear glasses before this, he had never needed to and rarely wore sunglasses.

The next day Cross took him to the still being repaired JSA Brownstone. He was going to talk to some of the elder members of the JSA and put in the good word for him. But he was pretty sure that they would take him given how skilled he was with medicine. He had also recommend to Kyle that he should maybe get to meet some of the people he might be working with and potentially helping out.

He was sitting in the lounge playing with his glasses trying to process all of this. It was all happening so fast.

littleladylord:

Finally, it was going to happen. The restaurant she'd booked came with countless high recommendations -- although a few complaints about the price tag that Cindy could happily ignore. It was a half bar, half 'soul food' establishment. And that included a great deal of cooking with bacon. And tonight was Karaoke night.

This was going to be fun.

She arrived at the browstone to pick up her girlfriend and their co-daters.

greengenes:

Mickey stood in the Brownstone, just staring into the living room.

The last time she was here, she had attacked her friends and tried to rip out her boyfriend's heart. She actually did succeed in ripping out her boyfriend's heart.

Her memory of what she had done was fuzzy at best, but none of it from what she could remember, was good.

She hoped that they would take her back. The JSA was like family to her, and it broke her heart that she tried to do those terrible things to her. But after all she had done, she wouldn't blame them if they never wanted to see her again.

Mickey just hoped that they could patch things up and move forward. And so she didn't go anywhere, choosing to just stand and wait for the first person that walked into the room.

dc_misc:

The city of Star City looked deserted. The citizens had either fled or had been turned into black lanterns. At the heart of the city was the entity known as Nekron. Nekron used the city as his base as his black lanterns ravaged the Earth.

The black lanterns increased their numbers each day and the power levels of the black lantern battery increased with each person that died.

Soon Nekron would have enough power to obliterate all life on this planet.

green_lantern:

The group of lanterns were gathered around in a circle not far from the North Pole. Larfleeze was practically bouncing that they were so close to the Fat Man's workshop and Dex swore he would punch the orange lantern just to make him stand still for longer than two seconds. They had business to attend to first and then they could talk to the Fat Man about getting Larfleeze the promised presents.

They were going to create two rings of each color to help in the fight against the Black Lanterns. They would make more, but as it was the rings were only at half power. They would have to make do with what they had until they could find a way to get to Oa and see why the rings were depowered.

Dex looked around the circle. Each color had two more rings, red had three, added to the ranks. It was time to send them out. He nodded and the newly created rings were thrown up into the air. They immediately took off and started seeking out wearers.

dc_misc:

It was a quiet night in New York City. People went about their business, rushing on the streets to get home, hailing taxis to get out of the brisk winter air. At the JSA Brownstone, all was well and good.

Then something happened. The sound of shattered glass could be heard shattering, and alarm klaxons blared. The team would soon find that Black Lanterns had arrived, and were closing in on the team of heroes.

dc_parent:

In their apartment in Cairo's Maadi suburb Shayera tried to simultaneously follow the news and get a call out to St. Roch's. She hadn't been able to get a line out since the protests started a day or so earlier and while the bulk of the unrest was further south and ravaging neighborhoods like Tura, it was still unsettling.

"Carter," she said as she put the phone down after her tenth failed attempt in as many minutes, "we need to do something. This...this is getting big."

handofnabu:

It was after the funeral. Mark felt a little colder inside. He shouldn't have gone back to get a second look at the grave sight after everyone left. But Nabu had been louder than normal. That was starting to grate on his nerves a great deal.

He wondered if he was going mad at the grave yard but he had taken a long look with both his eyes and with magic and felt himself howling with rage he couldn't quite express. He had felt just where Darius' soul had gone. It was very strange just knowing what had happened

He couldn't leave Darius at the hands of the demons who took his soul on his death. He refused to let this go unanswered. He didn't want to fail the man who could have been his real brother if things had been different. What Mark did know is he couldn't do this alone so he picked up his cell phone and made a call.

Come on, pal. Pick up. Mark has no idea if he can do this on his own.

warriorwilled:

Rex has had quite a bit of time to think recently, with Mickey's passing, Cerdian's and Jai West's as well. His mom and step-father had been in bad shape at one point, too. His love for Hope is a bright point in his life, as is the amount of caring he has for his teammates, but one relationship above all was still in tatters and it was time for Rex to step up and fix it, before he lost it forever.

He dialed Nic's phone and hoped she was somewhere nearby.

"Hey, Pnnt. Um...it's me. I need you to come home right away. It's important." Rex says to her voice-mail.

Then he gets started on cooking the bacon. Lots of bacon.

dc_holiday:

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littleladylord:

Cindy answered a telephone call from her dad.

"Cindy, I don't want you working on superhero things for a while. Especially not visiting the JSA."

"Daddy! Is this about --"

"It's nothing to do with your little girlfriend. It's to do with the fact that the Rayner girl was just murdered. Coming right after what happened to Superman, this is just not happening, Cindy."

The Rayner girl... Oh god. Nic. "Okay Dad I hear what you're saying see you later love you bye!" she mutters as quickly as possible and hangs up.

And calls Avia for a quick favor. And then she's in New York rushing to the brownstone.

greengenes:

Mickey was being very cuddly and attentive when her and Steven got out of the movies. The new Tron had been pretty damn awesome...though there were parts where they weren't paying attention.

"So," she said to Steven as they walked out of the movie theater and into the snow-covered streets. "What's next? Dinner...or do we want to go back to the brownstone and work up an appetite?" She grinned at him.

dc_misc:

It was Christmas Eve and time to exchange gifts for the annual JSA Secret Santa. The headquarters was all decked out for the holidays and Christmas music was playing in the background.

partdemon:

Mike had talked to Sindella about what the girls had been up to so secretly and may have used telepathy to read her surface thoughts and found out about Rate the Hunk. Sindella had not been very happy about that and made him swear not to ask anything more about that and that he was going to have to do something big to make it up to her.

But he had been given the idea to host a rate the babe event for the guys because that sounded like a ton of fun to him. Since he was done with classes for the semester he drove to metropolis to set things up for the party at his dad’s penthouse there.

He sent out invites to all the teams he knew about that they could come and also made a special note to the teleports to not try directly teleporting inside with the wards his dad had set up

.He then set up the projector for the photos and got enough food and drinks to feed everyone one then some.

gal_gardner:

Petra finally finishes compiling all the e-mail addresses she could get hold of, and sends out the message.

//To all heroic, anti-heroic, and hero-affiliated people: You are cordially invited to Warriors NYC's First Annual New Year's Eve "Crossover" Party. Come in costume as someone other than yourself. Plenty to eat, but it's an all-ages party so BYOB and keep track of it please. Looking forward to seeing a great turnout!//

botmaster:

Mikey got things set up for this year’s JSA Secret Santa. He put up a note so that he could get people together to explain this year’s rules to everyone together and get people set up with who they have this year.

Mikey set up a couple snack in the living room, set up his soda fountain bot, and had PATTON playing some holiday music in the background.

injus_unlimited:

Having been either bested in battle or otherwise coerced by the members of Injustice Unlimited into cooperating and then teleported away, the Justice Society members would find themselves behind a mystical barrier in an otherwise largely featureless dungeon.  Those who had been caught out of costume had been magically dressed with their uniform and all their equipment.

Also imprisoned, separate from the Society members, were the various hostages the villains had taken.  The Dugan family.  Abby Bronson.  Joan Garrick.  Molly Scott.  Sinon Tavoularis.  Belle and Danette Tyler.  Cynthia Lord.

The Wizard entered the room, looking rather pleased with himself.

"So," he said, with the air of one quite used to theatrics, "I suppose you're wondering why I've called you all here."

injus_unlimited:

Oswalrd Zar, son of the Wizard, had been quite busy these past few months, assembling the some of the most powerful and capable super-villains he could locate, all within his own centralized theme of tracking down those descended from various foes and friends of the Justice Society.  He was quite disturbed to learn that the Luthor brat had appropriated a name he had no right to.

He would be dealt with later.

But for now, cloaked in another name his father had used in his war against the forces of good, the Wizard had prepared his team well for dealing with the Justice Society.  Ferreting out secret identities and homes, making them all easy pray.  This was not about killing them, no, not yet, it was about bringing the world down around them, just as they had brought his own world down around him, by hounding his father so.

Today, the attacks began.

littleladylord:

Cindy set down her completed homework for the night and then got to do what she really wanted: call Nic.

hawkgirl:

Nic went back home to St. Rochs after the mess with the gods.  In part because she needed to pick up some clothes but in part because things had been so crazy for so long that she just needed air.  Cindy had put her adorable little foot down about Nic flying to visit her at school and while the Hawkling didn't like it Cindy was right in that she'd be too tired to do anything once she'd gotten there.  So she went home instead and almost immediately she realized something: she hadn't actually talked to or touched base with Rex since /before/ Tharok's bullshit.  And that had been him grounding her.

Nic bought some pizza, sweet-talked the guy at the liquor store to sell her beer and then sat and waited for Rex at home with two of his favorite things sat out waiting for him whilst she, the infuriating thing, also waited.  And waited.  And waited.  And fell asleep, face down on the table, wings drooped.

littleladylord:

A package arrived for Nicolette Hall at the JSA brownstone. It contained a small bottle of perfume, a gift certificate for the Flying Pig Farmers' Market in Union Square, and a note.

The perfume is Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab's 'And There Was a Great Cry in Egypt'. Sandalwood, cypress, honey, etc. The note says 'Thinking of you. The perfume seemed right for you somehow. I hope you like it, but please don't mind telling me if you don't. See you this weekend. Cindy'

littleladylord:

It was the last Friday before school started.
Cindy had everything ready. This was a Dad Place, and Dad wasn't home. She'd made the sandwiches. She had that other stuff.

She was on top of things this time. She wasn't going to be nervous.

dc_holiday:

The weather was absolutely perfect for holding a cookout.

Tables had been placed on the roof of headquarters and the large grill fired up to get nice and hot. Burgers, hot dogs, sausage, ribs, corn on the cob, pasta salad, salad and fruit salad were just some of the food available to eat. Soda, water, fruit juice and other beverages were on ice.

The JSA worked as a team to prepare the food. When they were ready, they carried it all outside and started their celebration.

It was a day of rest and relaxations for those who put their lives on the line for others.

littleladylord:

Her hair gotten up, Cindy followed to the JSA's workout room. And tried to calm herself down.

She was normally a very private person about That Sort of Thing. There never seemed any point in mentioning her preferences to people because she didn't expect to be dating for a long, long time. Maybe after she'd had time to really establish herself. Market herself. Really showcase her brains and capabilities. Maybe then someone would want her.

Today had blindsided her. But she wasn't complaining.

And besides it was good to get started on the training right out. She had a lot to learn.

greengenes:

Mickey walked into the kitchen of the JSA Brownstone, in shorts and a bikni, the floating iPod deck that Mikey built her for her birthday behind her.

She was worried about Nic, but she didn't want to seem to hovery. She'd let her sleep in...and then haul her ass out of her room and drag her off to go clubbing later if she didn't surface by two.

But for now, it was a beautiful sunny day out, and Mickey planned to take full advantage of it.

But first, she needed cookies.

handofnabu:

Mark was frankly surprised. He hadn't even realized he hadn't taken care of the paperwork for the lease on his apartment. So with what little dignity he had he found himself staying at the brownstone.

It hadn't actually mattered. Since he was one of the older members of thew new JSA it actually made sense to stay around. Of course he still was deeply embarrassed he was currently homeless. He tried to not let anyone know about that. He was away early every morning for work and tried to stay out of everyone's way.

Then he had another patch of bad luck. The budget was getting cut. The library he worked at couldn't afford to keep him around. It sucked.

So instead of being perfectly reasonable about the bad luck he did NOT want to talk about he was drinking beer and eating dry cheerios.

Obviously he wasn't in a good mood. And he was going to have to learn to talk to someone on the team.

hawkgirl:

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3x2_9yz_4a:

Wendi was hanging around the Brownstone today, not doing particularly much.  It had--bar what had gone on with Nic and the Thanagarian invasion--been a pretty good summer so far.   She wasn't eager for it to end, though.  Even with only one more year of high school left, she would need all of that time to work up the nerve to tell her parents that she had absolutely no interest in taking over or working in Quickstart or Tyler.    She had four other siblings.  They could pick up that slack.

She slipped a pad of paper and a pencil out of the bag she'd brought with her, and sat on one of the couches and began to sketch.

geekgreek:

The Justice Society Brownstone kitchen was a frenzy of movement, but not movement of the Speed Force kind.

It was the movement of an excitable, if awkward, young man named Will freeman.

"Okay, the bacon's here...oh! They have lemon juice? Oooooooh! I'm making lemon pepper bacon!"

hawkgirl:

Nic sat on the end of her bed in the Brownstone with her mace on her lap, wings tucked and folded behind her and the incantation that Rex had taught her to hide the wings entirely firmly in place--an unusual thing for a girl typically extremely proud of her feathers.  She'd been back from the clutches of Tharok for a bit now, but she kept increasingly more to herself.  At first it was marginal, but bit by bit she stopped hanging out in the living room, stopped eating with others, stopped training, stopped going out and causing trouble.  Now if she escaped her room at all, it was to grab the bacon from the fridge and run back to her room.

Today, though, she hadn't come out at all. 

dc_baddie:

There was a saying that revenge was a dish best served cold.  As he flew the night skies over St. Roch, Tharok began to understand exactly what that saying meant.  He had come to earth for one purpose and one purpose alone: to seek revenge upon she who had sullied his father's name and reputation--Shayera Hol.  Years ago she had been Thanagarian and loyal, an advance sent by the Thanagarian forces to assist in the invasion of the pathetic little planet Earth.  But she had betrayed Thanagar and betrayed the man she was bound to and the invasion force was sent back in shame.  None had borne the shame more than Hro Talak, Tharok's father.  The once-proud man spend the rest of his life disgraced, shamed, and shattered and Tharok refused to permit his father to die entirely a failure.  It had taken him years to work his way up in the Thanagarian forces and then years beyond that to convince the government to attempt a second Earth invasion but he had finally done it.  Tharok himself went first to gather information--and kill Shayera.

But upon arriving Tharok found something more interesting than just killing Shayera: her children.  A plot formed in his mind, one that would cause great suffering to Shayera, something that would haunt her the rest of her days.  MUCH more effective than killing her.  Rex Stewart and Nicolette Hall would pay for their mother's crimes.

Swooping down in the darkness, Tharok had gathered enough information.  Tonight was the night to act and with something of a gleeful smirk on his face, the true Thanagarian began to break into the Hawk's beloved museum.

in_a_snap:

(Timebendyed so anyone can be involved)

Jerry had heard that there was suppose to be an amazing meteor shower tonight and the best place to see it was in the Arches National Park in Utah. He had let dad knew he was going to spend the night there which his dad was totally fine with.

After teleporting in with some basic supplies he started looking for a good place to watch it from. Teleporting around the park he saw a mesa that looked like he could get a great view from. He snapped his fingers and appeared in a flash of green at the top of the mesa.

What he saw up there was something that he Jerry Carr had trouble believing. There was a organic looking machine with little robotic drones eating the rocks. And one charged right at him.

Quickly snapping both hands he teleported away and teleported a boulder right on top of the drone crushing it. Jerry let out a sigh of relief until he noticed that the drones were now eating the boulder and forming even more drones.

This was bad and Jerry knew he could not handle this by himself and felt that it would be smart to call in as much help as he could.

Teleporting back to his stuff away from the mesa he grabbed his cell phone and started calling all of the people he knew who were superheroes to get as much help as he could.

rannsofaraway:

A rocket-pack wearing figure dropped out of the sky, and hoped she was in the right place.  This was the last address Nic and Rex had left, so hopefully she wasn't about to intrude upon someone else.

According to her father, there were things going on near Rann that he didn't want her involved in.  Again.  Never mind she'd been learning at his side since she was a baby.  Never mind that it was her world too.  Never mind that without her, they'd never have been able to stop the unthawed beasts from Rann's prehistoric past.

Nope.  The Hero of Rann had spoken and so she was beamed to Earth.  Money, Earth ID, a place to stay if she wanted it (her father maintained an apartment on Earth for emergencies), everything she could want.  Except for her family.  Not that the space wasn't a complete bad thing.  At least no one here thought of her dad the same way the people of Rann did.  Being the daughter of a planet's greatest hero was not nearly as fun as it sounded.

She removed her helmet and knocked on the door.

hawkgirl:

She'd been under house arrest for twelve days.  Her birthday didn't count because she'd actually been allowed out for the purposes of acquiring delicious cake and more bacon (she forced Rex to teach her how to make her own bacon explosion.)  Not even a full two weeks into her month long effin' jail sentence she was about to go crazy.  Rex still hadn't taken her flying and she thought her wings were going to cramp up and freeze.

There was also much molting.

Nic knew this was probably going to get her grounded for another month but desperate times...

She texted Mickey: Rex has me on lock down.  Halps. 

And then a second text:  Bring friends.

hawkgirl:

Well Rex was still pissed and Mom and Dad were not only still in Egypt but they hadn't even called.  Yay for birthday.  Granted the day wasn't over.  It was only noon, but the fact that Rex had grumbled at her when she tried to communicate with him earlier (and yes, fish for presents) wasn't promising.  She did have some money in her purse so she could, in theory go buy her own presents and cake but Rex had also just gone short of equipping her with a tracking device and after the level of Not Happy he'd been after the whole not coming home-going out then making out with Mickey-finding unconscious guy on the floor situation, she didn't want to push her luck.

And there wasn't even beer in the fridge.

"Stupid fucking birthday," she grumbled before pitching herself onto the couch face first, turning on Cartoon Network before burying her face in the cushions.  This was what sucked about having a summer birthday: parents always gone, brother always busy or annoyed because warm weather and feathers do not mix, school out so no friends.  Nicolette chucked her cell phone to the other side of the room.  It wasn't gonna ring anyway.  "Stupid, stupid fucking birthday."

dc_holiday:

Mothers are the place that we call home.
On them we rest our heads and close our eyes.
There's no one else who grants the same soft peace,
Happiness, contentment, sweet release,
Erasing nighttime tears with lullabies,
Restoring the bright sun that makes us bloom. - Anonymous

handofnabu:

Some days everything goes wrong. First Mark had lost his wallet. Then he had split coffee on his boss. Followed by dripping ink on a new shirt. That wasn't the worse that could happen though.

His toaster oven caught on fire when he went home. Then after that was taken care of Dr Fate had to step in. There was trouble. The details are fuzzy even to Dr Fate himself. But he didn't win the fight,. He was bloody, sore, an innocent bystander had died, and instead of going back to Mark's apartment somehow he ended up in the JSA headquarters.

He had no idea how. He was going to leave when all of the sudden he lost any energy he had and just toppled over crashing into a table right before he slumped onto the floor.

Today things were going to change. He just didn't know it yet on account of passing out on the floor.

hawkgirl:

She still wasn't thrilled about the idea of being back in the United States and she was equally not thrilled about living with her brother.  It wasn't that Rex was a bad guy--he certainly wasn't and though she was unlikely to admit it openly, Nicolette loved her brother like no one else in the world.  It was more that she was still frustrated with why she'd been sent home for what essentially seemed to her to be babysitting.  So she'd been making out with that guy in Cairo.  Big deal!  He was damn sexy and she's got hormones like crazy.  It would have been a great hook-up, if not relationship.  But no.  Carter and Shayera had put her on a plane and shipped her home.  That many hours with her wings tucked out of sight had been agony.  That she had to continue the lack of stretch and flight for school pissed her off as well.  High school was another less-than-fun thing, having been carefully home-schooled for years.

But today.  Today, she was out from under Rex's thumb (though when he'd discovered she'd disposed of his beer he'd be pissed) and there was no school.  It was time for a flight.  Mace in hand and wings fully extended, she took off from St. Roch and just...flew.  She didn't much care where she ended up or who she encountered.  She was free.