#m4tchstick

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“ Pretty sure you've heard this one before, but it's itching my brain not to know the answer. Okay okay, if you're flamed on and you pass some heavy gas . . . does that stinky release ignite like in movies? ”

how did you know i'd be here?

❝ well, your department always shops at this grocery store, and last time your crew came in they said it was your turn next. as for how i knew you'd be here at this time . . . that was just luck. ❞

what are the odds that both of their departments shopped at the same store ? well, it wasn't that surprising, he guessed. it was a little odd to see @m4tchstick outside of an emergency, though certainly not unwelcomed. though, johnny made it seem like dick knew his whole schedule. he rolls his eyes lightheartedly, eyeing the full shopping cart before leaning against his own.

❝ my dad's a detective y'know, not that strange i put the pieces together. the real question is; what is up with your shopping list ? ❞ seriously, did firefighters just eat meat and sandwiches ? maybe johnny wasn't done but dick couldn't help but give him a slightly judgmental look for it.

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❝ dude, I bet 'dis gotham shit will, like, destroy y'. ❞ odette doesn't even know where she got it. or, where it was originally from, more so. someone had bought it from somewhere, who had given it to jonathan, who gave it to her, who was now proceeding to roll it into a joint for her and johnny to share. not that he'd agreed, but, she wanted him to try. it'd be fun, they could chill out - and not be paranoid, hopefully. maybe she shouldn't have taken a baggie from scarecrow of all people if she didn't want that.

halfway through the rolling process, she pauses in momentary contemplation. ❝ 'r public sup'a heroes, like, allowed t' smoke weed? 'dey check y'er piss 'r somet'in? ❞ they did at normal jobs. odette feels it'd probably be imperative for someone saving the world on a nigh daily basis to be completely sober. she continues her work, sealing the paper with a lick. ❝ lil' fun nev'a hurt nobody, I say. ❞

munday meme.

not rly sure what counts as trends nowadays, bc for the most part i think there's been a lot of diversification and personal style choices woven into ppl's graphics in a way that was so different from before, when we were all just sort of figuring it out -- learning first how to color within the lines (i.e. follow certain trends and templates) before coloring outside of it i guess. so, i don't really see much same-ness anymore the way it used to be ?? everyone back then kinda sorta had the sameish look -- black and white psds with some color overlay, same themes, not too many unique visual motifs ... and now i think it's pretty different !! idk i'm just so happy to see anyone do what makes them happy, creating graphics that really tell beautiful visual stories along with their own writing !!

me, personally, i think it's obvious that i love graphics that are colorful... if it suits the character! my graphics are quite different here than what i've made on phillip, for example, but i still gravitate most to graphics across the rpc have strong colors. LIKE YOURS, SOL !!! im so obsesssssed with your palette for johnny.

i'm like a kid in a candy store when it comes to motion graphics tbh. clearly i can't get enough of it and am in a big experimentation phase when it comes to that hehe.

i love graphics that are typography forward, treating letters as visual elements to play with the same way you would an icon to paste into the design.

i love maximalism but not cluttercore without clear visual hierachy i guess ?? to me the most appealing types of composition comes where there's plenty for the eye to see and be stimulated by, sure, clearly minimalism is my thing ... but at least one strong image your eye will naturally rest on and balance against the smaller elements. idk you know the stuff abt visual weight and all that -- same principles for drawing.

i loooooooove especially little post borders / badges but i don't think i'm the best at making them in a way that appeals to me so i don't have any. :( i'm determine to get better at that !!!

for post formatting i'm just not a fan of too many colors or caps in the para because it really jumbles everything in my brain when i read. idk how to explain it or if there's a word for it. :'(

all lowercase for threads is something i think is rly popular lately. it looks sooooo pleasing to me in how uniform it makes everything look. it appeals to me SO much, but for some reason when i try to write my own threads with all lowercase it changes how i read my own writing ?? it doesn't effect me for others, though -- in fact i love it !! i'm trying to understand what the discrepancy is between that and me and how i read my own writing ...

for a split second, she can't even believe it was him, because kira believed that johnny storm was gone : she felt him leave, felt it happen, in the very fabric of this world. her body, more chaos than human, was attuned to even the slightest change in the scales, in a way that has kept her awake at night so many times before. a living star made flesh, made to harbor things that would eventually surpass this body. in the wonderful mess that was the cosmos, there was a luminescence that has always felt unmistakably johnny; as warm and as bright as the sun, so painfully alive with energy, she could never mistake him for anyone else. his string in the web that tied them all together, now woven and intertwined with hers.

it was why she remembers the day he disappeared all too well. the absence of him that had shattered something inside of her, as though she as the living star already grieved before she even knew why ... and before she heard the news herself.

light made way for darkness as she mourned. the midnight suns had to repurpose the attic again, putting up the same wards she needed as a child just to stop kira from draining the light from the entirety of the pocket dimension. she stayed there for days until she picked herself up and left, although her frigid demeanor still remained. johnny was someone who was loved by many, the way people marvel at the stars the first time they see them, and kira was in love with him. it was the absence of him she had never been able to prepare for, because she was so in love with him. she never dared to consider needing to, the same way one would never consider the sun without thinking about the moon.

his return was sudden. the startling shift in the balance to accommodate the flood of fire that came with him, like a comet suddenly pulled into orbit. kira felt him in her magic, in her light, but she hadn't been able to believe it until she saw him for herself.

she was running, unable to even think of flying, until she finally reached him. the witch nearly knocked them both onto the ground with the force that came as she pulled johnny into a hug. when she kisses him, it was desperate : the need to be able to feel him again, to know that he was real, pulling him against her until it was hard to know where one began and the other ended. when she finally pulled away, only because her lungs were begging for air, there were tears in her eyes as she looked up at johnny.

❛    you took too long to come back.    ❜

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🕰️ an early morning text.