Hal Jordan: I Have To Go.

There is too pure for this world Marvel iterations, and then there's slightly unhinged Marvel iterations.

"I can't drive, but I can hotwire it for you,"

"Cap, why do you know how to hotwire a car? Cap? Marvel!?"

Green Lantern: We need someone to drive the car. Cap, why don’t you get behind the wheel?

Captain Marvel: Nope, can’t do that.

GL: What? Why?

Cap, secretly 12yo: I…don’t have a license. It’s irresponsible.

GL: You don’t ha- This a covert mission! Just drive.

Cap, never even played Mario Kart before: It is my moral obligation to obey all traffic laws.

GL: Just drive the car!

Cap: YOU CAN’T MAKE ME

They couldn't let Geordi in on the "does Data count as a person?" discussion because he would have immediately obliterated anyone arguing he doesn't. Geordi would hear someone try to argue Data's perception isn't real because it's electrical signals or whatever and he'd just be like "so like how my visor works?" and then they'd start backpedaling

So, fanart for @hermesserpent-stuff and their story on Ao3, Thundersnow!

how’s everyone doin tonight i just broke tumblr

#artists

“why are you tired? you haven’t done anything all day” the simple fact that i exist drains me. hope this helps

u ever have on mutuals whos so deep in another fandom that u know absolutely zero about and they make posts that look like they speaking another language or some shit

emails with “[AO3] Comment on _____” in the subject line give me a better dopamine rush than hard drugs ever will

Dinah's never been particularly... religious. She hardly ever prays, but even less expects to be answered. But the last time, she was, and now...

Dinah knelt at the small altar she had made. It was simple, and honestly more of a completed checklist of things from the book Constantine had given her.

A metal bowl of offered food. Dinah went with grapes as it seemed the safest option, given she didn't know who or what she was praying too. Sticks of incense, an unoffensive orange blossom scent. A cup of rose water, as a fancy but low key offering. She wasn't still entirely sure about doing this, but, well... They'd answered her before, and she didn't know if they'd answer again. Better to establish some form of rapport now.

John's book had been very clear that there was no fury like a god scorned, and Dinah would rather not to have to fight off another invasion.

Dinah carefully lit the incense and clasped her hands in what she hoped was an appropriately prayerful position.

"Hello," Dinah said quietly. "I am Black Canary, and two weeks ago you answered my prayer to help protect people. I don't know if it was a one off thing, or you want me to be a follower of yours, or what you want at all.

I'm not going to demand anything. I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for answering my prayers. Thank you for lending me the power to protect people. Thank you for helping me save my loved ones. Whoever you are... thank you,"

Dinah kept her head lowered for a few moments more, breathing in the orange blossom incense and out her worries and fears. It felt a little like meditation.

When Dinah lifted her head, her eyes immediately zoned in on the empty bowl and cup. The cup was empty, but in place of the grapes there was a scrap of blindingly neon green paper.

Dinah picked it up carefully, and not for the first time hoped that John hadn't steered her wrong.

I'm glad I could help, it read. I'm called Phantom, and if you need help protecting people again, I will be there if you call. Acceptable offerings include chips, soda, and NASA souvenirs if it's a really big thing.

Well. Dinah blinked at the paper. That could have gone worse.

Black Canary is in a tight spot. She prays to any high power that might be listening to help, and she actually gets it.

There's a huge alien spacecraft about to land, it's a total invasion attempt, if that mothership lands then it's gameover, and it's all hands on deck.

Specifically, the Mothership is an unholy amalgamation of magic and alien tech, and if it lands, it'll start pumping pollutants that will change the ecosystem on Earth and make it unable to support Humans.

It'll terraform into something for the aliens at an extremely accelerated rate.

Everyone is preoccupied.

The Mothership is getting closer.

Dinah prays to someone, anyone, to help her keep that thing off the ground.

She opens her mouth...

...And lets out the strongest, most powerful scream she's ever let out.

The Mothership isn't just thrown back, it's torn to pieces. Those pieces are then shoved well past the stratosphere.

Anything that was in the air around the mothership is decimated.

The buildings below it are starting to crumble.

Black Canary stands on the street, voice gone from the strain, and stares blankly at the destruction.

Who, exactly, had she called on?

Or: Undirected prayers go to the Infinite Realms, for anyone to look at. Prayers allow the Prayee to borrow something from the Being that accepts the Prayer. Danny accepts Black Canary's, and lets her borrow his Wail. Except he wasn't expecting the difference between his home dimension and hers to be so great, because while it's considered an overpowered ability even in his own dimension, in her's it could accurately be classified as Godly.