Wonder Woman 2x07 - The Queen and the Thief (1977)
Waking up and getting dressed so I can post on tumblr.com.
Wonder Woman 2x07 - The Queen and the Thief (1977)
Waking up and getting dressed so I can post on tumblr.com.
Wonder Woman, more or less
Everything about this was extremely silly. The TWO costume changes, the little jump at the end...
another beautiful morning on themyscira. it’s almost time for the daily homoerotic shibari and spanking practice that all healthy themyscirans engage in to improve their warrior skills
don't forget, the annual hunting festival is coming up
make sure you have your costume ready in case you end up being one of the deer getting erotically hunted by the warriors who are improving their warrior skills by erotically hunting you
In the DC Super Hero Girls episode Rage Cat, we are introduced to the show’s version of Dex-Starr (and by extension, the wider Red Lantern Corps within the show’s universe).
While not the first version of Dex-Starr in animated form (in the very least he also appeared in the criminally short-lived Justice League Action), this version was himself a lot of fun. Not least because it introduced an amusing weakness for Wonder Woman (turns out she’s allergic to cats, something Dex-Starr gleefully abuses when he realises what’s up).
Kind of confused why Jessica didn’t take him to Kara to look after, but since the episodes are only 11 minutes I guess they just didn’t have time.
Look at this pissed-off bloodthirsty evil alien cat from beyond the stars
Who do you use as references for Wonder Woman? (Now that you said that piece about it on Twitter?) 👀
Ooouh, I have many! But here’s a sneak-peek of some of what’s in my Wonder Woman reference & inspiration folder:
JESUS.
ideas i like for wonder woman within sorrowful and immaculate hearts, none of which are really set in stone i’m just thinking out loud:
considering their modern reputations it’s really hilarious that original batman was very “boys having adventures! drink your milk! don’t do drugs! the mafia is for losers! the more you knoooow” and meanwhile wonder woman and superman were both thinly veiled fetishes and light socialism
I get Wonder Woman but how was Superman thinly veiled fetishes?
"If you'd rather share a room with Diana, just let us know." Bruce kept his face carefully neutral. "Ma," Clark scolded."What?" Mrs. Kent was not at all apologetic..."—but you are all adults and what you get up to is your business. You can all share a room, if you want! As long as you keep it down while I'm trying to sleep.""Ma, please." Clark's voice was muffled by his hands, because he'd buried his face in them."We'll be careful not to wake you," Bruce assured her. From the xmas fic?
ma kent has seen how they dress. she was a teen in the seventies. if they want to have weird costume orgies that’s their business. she’s not here to judge.
this is not the first time this has come up and clark will never stop being mortified about it. ma, please. you don’t have to tell everyone it’s okay to bang in your house. you can just say nothing. ma. can i just have some friends over for dnd without you letting all these teens know where the condoms are. dungeons and dragons is not a euphemism. we’re trying to roll dice. ma. please.
bruce accepts that there is no way to avoid protesting too much so he’s just gonna roll with it
The Superman one they did is even funnier.
I want to see one where Superman rips open his shirt and he’s wearing a bra.
how tall is bruce and thomas wayne?
in saih bruce is 6′2″ and thomas was 6′5″
it’s an ideal height distribution tbh because then whenever bruce, as an adult, is talking about how larger-than-life his father was everyone just feels bittersweet about it because the last time he saw his father he was a tiny boy and it just seems like, “oh, bruce’s memory of his father is always trapped in this time when his dad seemed like a giant”
but no, that has nothing to do with it, bruce is being completely factually correct and thomas wayne was enormous
(presumably this takes place not long after whatever the hell this is)
“I assume your dad’s going to be the one that looks like you,” Clark said, adjusting his glasses as he scanned the crowd beneath the mezzanine.
“Just look for the biggest guy here,” Bruce said flatly.
Clark fought a smile.
“What.”
“Nothing! Nothing.”
Bruce waited.
“It’s just—you know.”
Bruce said nothing.
“You haven’t seen him since you were twelve.”
“Correct.”
“You maybe weren’t the tallest kid.”
Bruce said nothing.
“I’m just going to look for the guy who looks like you, rather than going by relative size.”
“And you must be the fellows who were chit-chatting with my wife!” came a voice, booming and boisterous as arms were thrown around each of their shoulders. Clark jumped; Bruce flinched.
Thomas Wayne was a good two inches taller than Clark, who was himself an inch taller than Bruce. Thomas had a glass of champagne in his right hand, which he had not spilled on Clark. There was a ping-pong ball floating in it. He had a half-empty bottle of wine in his left hand, which he had not spilled on Bruce. Between the fingers of his left hand dangled a bag of red plastic cups, unopened.
No one in the ballroom was using a red plastic cup.
Thomas’ coat and the top buttons of his shirt were undone; his bowtie had not been a bow in quite some time.
“Martha wouldn’t tell me what exactly it is you were up to,” he said cheerfully, “which I can only assume means I’d hate it!” He paused, squinting at Clark. “Oh, she must have loved you.” He gave Clark a proper once-over, down to his shoes and back up again. “Were you raised on a farm or what?”
“Why does everyone keep asking—”
“Anyway,” Thomas continued, somehow managing to pound them both on the back as he disengaged despite still having his hands full. “You two go on ahead and keep not telling me what you’re doing, if you need me I’m heading downstairs to set up a game of wine pong. It’s like beer pong, but if you’re doing it right it costs several thousand dollars! And it’s good for your heart! I’d know. I’m a doctor.”
He downed his glass of champagne and caught the ball in his teeth. He then somehow managed to arrange the items in his hands such that he could shoot them both fingerguns, clicking around the ball and waggling his eyebrows.
They watched as he slid sideways down the banister.
“I apologize for doubting your memory,” Clark said finally.
“Hm.”
“I feel like this explains a lot about your sense of humor.”
“I’m not convinced that it does.”
“… does he look how you remember?” Clark ventured.
“Usually I remember the way he looked one specific summer when I was a kid,” Bruce said thoughtfully.
Clark softened, almost reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. Then he narrowed his eyes. “No.”
“Hm?”
“I know what you’re doing, and we’re not doing it.”
“You asked.”
“I recognize that look.”
“This is just what my face looks like.”
“You’re going to make me think we’re having a moment so I let my guard down for the punchline,” Clark said, “and you’re not going to say it like it’s a punchline, so when I laugh, I look like an asshole.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I’m not allowed to laugh about this. You know I’m not.”
They were silent, the sounds of the party surrounding them from below.
“He had a horrible moustache,” Bruce said.
Clark pressed his knuckles to his mouth.
“I think my subconscious is trying to make death seem like a mercy.”
Clark made a muffled and hideous noise.
“Clark,” Diana scolded, and they turned to see her frowning as she approached. “This is a very difficult mission for Bruce, you mustn’t laugh.”
Clark threw up his hands in disgust.
“Or—wait.” Diana looked between them. “Was he doing it again?”
Clark nodded, lips pressed into a thin line.
“I think I remember this party,” Bruce said suddenly, looking out at the ballroom.
“What?” Clark and Diana asked simultaneously.
“It’s the one where that senator got thrown out of a window.” He pointed toward a commotion downstairs.
“What is your father doing?” Diana asked, leaning over a railing.
There was a crash of shattering glass, a series of screams, and scattered applause.
“Throwing a senator out of a window.”
And he’ll insist he’ll be fine, “cause he’s a doctor” ?
Thomas raised an eyebrow with a level of disdain achievable only by those born to great wealth, and not at all befitting a man in the middle of using a meat cleaver to cut the nozzle off a garden hose. “Oh, I think I can handle it,” he scoffed. “I went to Yale.”
casual teen titans + wonder woman. art by picolo
i’d watch this show
History won’t have had much record of Diana’s existence because she hung around the war for like 2 days but
there IS precisely One grainy-ass photo of a motley band of generic soldiers and also… a single woman in antiquity plate armor brandishing a sword??
like
what the FUCK is a historian supposed to make of this?
Wonder Woman is a WW1 cryptid
honestly like half a century’s worth of historians probably shattheir collective pants when Diana resurfaced to fight Doomsday. like amid all the Superman mourning and such a very small but passionate group of WWI historians across the globe were emailing their old colleagues and professors in all caps RE: SHE’S REAL AND SHE’S STILL ALIVE WTF