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51360 No.51360
Old thread - https://plus4chan.org/boards/coq/res/48752.html

Boostle LJ on Booster and Beetle in Smallville -http://community.livejournal.com/boostle/416903.html

IGNORE THE BOOBS. LOOK AT TED'S SWIMSUIT. AND BOOSTER HANGING ALL OVER HIM.

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No.51361
>CBR has a video interview of Geoff Johns, and he said, straight out, "We may see Ted Kord."

"MAY" = YES, RIGHT?

Also: Ted's icons are squee.
http://www.livejournal.com/allpics.bml?user=notniteowl

No.51365
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51365
oh god, that picture is wonderful on so many levels

hey, hey guys, i've hit some wicked art/writer's block. prompts?

(silly drawfag-thread-pic ahoy)

No.51366
>>51361

Yeeeah I'm just gonna go hide. Over here. >_>

No.51367
>>51365

You're not the only one. I've hit such a block I can't even think of decent prompts, but I have too much homework to try jumpstarting my creativity ):

But prompt... prompt... uh, the only thing coming to mind is more high school/college Boostle?

No.51368
>>51365
Ted slapping a Kord Industries Logo on Booster's butt, with Booster looking shocked.

No.51372
>>51365

MAX'S FACE. LOL-ING FOREVER.

Prompts...beach. Swimming. Water-fight. Ted being a nerd. Ghost!Ted messing with Max. JLI!Max punching GenL!Max in the face. Locker room. Ted and Max perving on Booster. Naked times.Max wearing a thong bathing suit and going "What?" while everyone looks at him funny. Bondage. Kinky sex toys. Drunk!Max using his powers on people and hitting on everyone. Drunk Max/drunk Booster and/or drunk Ted. Gay cuddling.

Oh, and that LJ I posted >>51361 has one of your pics as an icon (Ted in a thong) but they don't know it was by you so you should go tell them.

No.51374
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51374
>>51368
"I dunno, Ted, don't you think this is kind of...obvious?"
"Buddy, it's *you*. People will assume it's just a sponsorship thing."

No.51376
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51376
>>51372
"I feel funny. I think I should go to bed."
"No you shouldn't."
"Okay."

~
Oh, there is so much to be done with the varying combinations of Max, Booster, Ted, and alcohol.

No.51384
BOOSTER WAXING TED'S CHEST SINCE THAT IS THE ONLY WAY THE TOP PICTURE MAKES SENSE TO ME

No.51387
>>51384

And his legs and his arms and his bikini line...

Also I know he's not, but it totally looks like Ted is stroking Booster's thigh in that picture.

No.51396
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51396
>>51387
insomniac is here to save the day

No.51398
>>51396

MUCH better.

God, I want to know how Booster convinced Ted to put that suit on in the first place. Ted and banana hammock are not words that belong together.

No.51399
>>51398
i'm actually okay with it, this being still-doing-his-workouts-ted.

chubby ted, however, should definitely stick to trunks.

No.51400
>>51396
okay that is infinitely more sexier /thumbs up

No.51403
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51403
So I found this JLI-based PSA ad about AIDS...

I could talk about how immature they make our boys look here (I do love awesome!Bea and serious!Booster at the end there though), but instead I will focus on the fact that Booster seems to be trying to reassure Ted that he couldn't have the disease. (So it's perfectly okay for Ted to "date" him, yes?)

Also, Booster appears to be waxing his costume.

http://www.politedissent.com/archives/1304

No.51409
>>51376

>Oh, there is so much to be done with the varying combinations of Max, Booster, Ted, and alcohol.

AH HA HA YES. MORE OF THIS.

"Max, did you just slap my ass?"
"No."
"Okay."

"Isn't it weird having Max in the room while we...?"
"No, it's not."
"Okay."

"Max, are you jerking off on my face?"
"Unnnffff...nooo."
"Okay."
*splooge*

No.51411
>>51403

There's actually two versions of this ad. One of Booster in this costume, and one of him in his Robocop suit. That one's a little more suited to a coat of Shinola.

No.51412
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51412
I got bored and made this

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51414
>>51412
The reply

No.51415
>>51412
>>51414

1. I love these things.
2. Aww, Max is apologizing! And encouraging Ted to admit he loves Booster. That's cuuuute.
3. I want to see Ted and Max exchanging notes arguing about their respective molesting of/crushing on Booster. And Booster's notes to them when he finds them.

No.51418
>>51415
http://www.bureauofcommunication.com/
you can make the forms here.

No.51425
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51425
"Are you serious about this invitation?"
"What invitation?"
"The one you slid under my door."
"What? Lemme see.............. MAX!"
"...so it's not real, then?"
"Uh... if it WAS real...?"
"I might consider stopping by."
"....do we have to wait until midnight?"

No.51426
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51426
Yeeeeah. That website isn't helping me focus on my homework...

No.51429
>>51426

I did something like this toooo.

Hive-Max-ships-it-mind!

No.51430
(he said, on his third night of sobriety)
Part one! There will be more parts! This probably ends in a threesome or something! Also, I feel like I could write Max and L-Ron quipping at each other forever.

***

This wasn't Max's lowest moment ever, but it sure wasn't his proudest.

For one thing, he'd gone to the bar alone. Who did that? Lonely people? Miserable ones? Maxwell Lord was nothing of the kind. He was rich and good-looking and wildly popular, except among those who couldn't stand him, but those were mostly just people he'd beat in one arena or another. Sour grapes. To those he wasn't stomping in affairs of business or politics, Max was pure charisma, and not a man who ever had trouble finding a date. He could have come to this place - or better yet, a swankier one - with some pretty empty-headed thing on his arm and had a grand old time of it.

But he hadn't. That was the first problem.

The second was that he was apparently leaving alone as well, and the third was that, in the interim, he'd managed to get himself certifiably drunk.

It wasn't something that happened often, and he certainly hadn't intended for it to happen tonight. But somehow one drink had bled into two, and three had seemed like the logical next step, and then he'd sort of lost count. To his credit, he was keeping it together, as far as he could tell; he'd been coherent and collected as ever when he got up (well, perhaps he wobbled just a little) and left the bartender an extremely generous tip before making his way outside.

The dark sidewalk was mercifully abandoned, and he glanced both ways to confirm that before letting himself slouch against the nearest lamppost with a groan. He hadn't noticed it as much when he was sitting down, but now that he was on his feet, the world was swaying about in a very unsettling way. Driving was out of the question; calling a taxi even moreso. After all, half the media still thought he was off his rocker with this new street-level superteam he'd cobbled together; no need to throw fuel on the tabloid fire by giving some enterprising cabbie a story to sell.

Being famous had its drawbacks.

And so, with his options painfully limited and his footing threatening to betray him any second, Max resorted to the unthinkable: he fished his phone out of his pocket, fumbled carefully through the contacts, and prepared to swallow his pride.

"You say you've got a problem~, and you've tried the JLA---"

"Can it, L-Ron, I'm already nauseous."

"M'Lord? Is that you?"

Torn between being pleased that he'd actually gotten through and miserable that it had come to this, Max settled on somewhere in the middle and shifted the phone to his other ear. "Don't sing. In fact, don't talk. I...I..."

"Yes?"

Max mumbled.

"I missed that, sir. Are you going through a tunnel, or-"

"I need a ride," he repeated, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You have a driver, sir."

"And I gave him the week off. He said it was a family vacation." The ground gave another lurch, and Max groaned again and dealt his head a solid knock against the lamppost. "I was being nice," he lamented. "Why would I be nice? Don't I know better?"

"Trust me, sir, I'm as surprised as you are."

"Tell me about it." At this point, Max gave up what felt a lot like a losing battle and just slid to sit down, back to the pole. He'd just have to pray that no one spotted him in this condition - no one who'd recognize his face, anyway, which was an unfortunately short list. "Look, can you just...I don't know..."

"I'd offer to help, but I don't have a license."

"Don't tell me," Max drawled. "Failed the road test?"

"It's just as well. What would they have put down for my eye color?"

The fact that Max actually laughed at that would have removed all his doubts about being drunk, if he had any left. "Get - get Ralph to do it," he finally managed, trying (with little success) to wrestle his cigar case out of his pocket. "No, wait. Sue. I like Sue more. Sue's nice."

"You're not worried she'll scold you for...how can I put this, sir...overindulging?"

"Who told you I overindulged?" Max demanded.

"Sir, you laughed at my eye-color comment."

"Oh." Well, he'd gotten his hands on the case, but getting it open was proving to be a new challenge, and he swore under his breath as he fumbled with the clasp. "...You don't really think she'd...'scold' me, do you?"

"I would be stunned if she didn't, sir."

"True." Finally meeting with some success, Max shoved a cigar between his lips and pocketed the case again, gazing blearily up at the halo of the streetlight overhead. "Fine. I don't know. Just - just make it work. Do that. I don't care how, just...get someone here. And be discreet about it."

"Discretion would be my middle name, sir, if I had one. Where are you?"

"On a street." Max squinted at the nearest parked car.

"Specifics would be helpful," L-Ron added, and Max eyed the phone skeptically, then blinked and stumbled to his feet.

"Oh, right. Right. Which street. Okay." It was hard to get anything past a blur out of the sign at the end of the road, but by sheer force of willpower he managed it. "Elm. Elm and...something. Fifth. Sixth?"

"That's probably close enough, sir. I'll take care of it."

"You're a saint, L-Ron."

"I'll be sure to invite you to my canonization."

Max was just trying to pin down the exact location of the END CALL button when a wave of dread hit him, and he scrambled to put the phone back to his mouth. "Wait, L-Ron! Whatever you do, don't tell---"

Dial tone.

Max stared helplessly at the screen.

"---Booster and Beetle," he finished, to no one but himself.

Maybe he wouldn't, he thought. Maybe he'd be helpful and sensible and Max's luck would turn around.

And maybe his ride would be a flying unicorn.


Maybe Max was going to throw up now.

No.51432
>>51430

Oh god, this is great. Please tell me Booster and Ted show up to get Max and they are drunker than hell themselves?

No.51435
>>51430

More threesome! Max! Drunk Max! L-Ron snark! Flying unicorn! But mostly the prospect of MORE THREESOME!

No.51443
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51443
Ensuing stupidity.

No.51444
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51445

No.51446
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51446
BL/BD refrences. I know this totally isn't going to happen, but I can dream, right?

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51447

No.51485
>>51430
And there will be more! I wasn't quite planning on the direction this ended up going, but it's Superbuddies era, and we all know those two had some issues around then, what with Booster acting like a jilted lover and all.

***

By the time Max got it out of his system (where 'it' represented 'at least three or four of those drinks, and all of the bar pretzels'), he'd almost forgotten about the phone call. Not quite, but almost. Perhaps, he thought, he'd get really lucky, and L-Ron would forget about it too. After all, he was feeling a bit better now - he could probably pass himself off as sober, or at least persuade the average taxi driver that he was. Yes - that was a good plan, that was an excellent plan. Almost certainly better than anything L-Ron would come up with. Not that being scolded by Sue was the worst thing that could happen to a man (not by a long shot, he thought absently) but still.

It certainly would have been better than, say, a giant blue airship careening over his head.

Max nearly fell over.

By sheer luck (and the last of it he expected to have for the night) the lamppost was in arm's reach once more. So he did the only sensible thing: he grabbed on for dear life, fighting the uncanny disorientation that came with getting buzzed by a very specific low-flying aircraft.

Max was nothing if not efficient. Specifically, he didn't even wait to get his balance back before he started thinking of the many creative things he was going to yell at L-Ron when he got back. Many, many creative things. He was still wrestling with the desire to keep his remaining stomach contents right where they were when the ship doubled back, hummed down close enough to ruffle his hair and send his tie whipping in the draft, and settled for a surprisingly smooth landing. Right in the middle of the street. True, there was no traffic. True, he hadn't seen a car go by since he'd come out.

Small consolations, at best.

Whatever he was going to yell at L-Ron could wait. He had more urgent yelling to do now, and attempted to stride purposefully towards the opening hatch of the Bug so he could do just that. Unfortunately, he'd overestimated just how much he'd sobered up thus far, and didn't 'stride purposefully' so much as 'stagger with increasing difficulty'. By the time he actually got there, he'd picked up a dangerous sort of forward momentum, so it shouldn't have been quite such a surprise when he stumbled forward and collapsed right against a very broad chest.

"Uhm," he mumbled.

Above his head, Booster snickered. "Oh, wow. You're plastered. Ted!" he yelled. "Get down here! You owe me ten bucks!"

"I don't believe you!" That was Ted's voice, and distantly, Max heard footsteps coming down the ramp. They stopped; there was a pause, then, "We never shook on it."

"Welch," Booster accused. "I told you he'd be drunk."

"Never mind," Ted interjected, his voice coming closer. "Lemme see." It dawned on Max that ever since he'd fallen against what he now recognized as Booster, he hadn't gotten around to un-falling, and still had his cheek squashed up against what felt like a t-shirt. Oh. Right. The tiny part of him that suggested he just stay there, where he had something sturdy and warm and good-smelling to lean on, took a merciful backseat to what remained of his common sense, and he wobbled his way to stand straight again and hastily smoothed out his hair.

"You two were...betting?" he managed. Booster grinned.

"I said there was no other reason for you to call for a ride. Ted thought you were more responsible than that."

"God knows why," Ted muttered. Max looked dazedly between them; civilian clothes, he realized. On another night, he might have pointed out that zipping around in the Bug wearing - wearing, what was that, a college sweatshirt? - was an excellent way to ruin a secret identity. On this night, he decided he had better things to worry about. Like not falling on Booster again. As it turned out, Booster didn't give him the chance; he pulled Max's arm up over his shoulders, then slung his own around Max's waist, and -humiliating or not - the support was definitely a good thing.

"Come on," Booster coaxed. "Up we go."

He let himself be steered up the ramp, into the ship, and onto some kind of little bunk. Booster sat down with him; Ted went right on ahead towards the controls.

"Don't let him throw up on my seats," he called back.

"Then don't drive like a lunatic," Booster countered, and gave Max a hearty pat on the shoulder. "You okay there, Max?"

"Peachy," Max mumbled. He was not peachy. He buried his face in his hands. "You two? L-Ron sent you two?"

He could feel Booster shrug. "I think he tried to send Sue first, but she was...busy."

"With?"

"Ralph."

There was a slight lurch as the Bug lifted into the air, and Max swayed, gripping the edge of the bunk. "And she couldn't---hgh---get away for five minutes?"

Booster raised an eyebrow. "No, I mean, she was busy with Ralph." He gestured helpfully.

"...Oh." Max hiccuped. "Right. Oh. I think I should lay down."

"I think you should too," Booster agreed, and moved aside to let him do just that.

"I think you should lay down," he went on, not wholly sure where this was coming from but in no state to argue it. Booster, on the other hand, was; he just chuckled and stayed altogether vertical.

"That's okay, I'm good."

"Lay down," Max grumbled again, eyelids drooping. There was a pause; then suddenly Max felt warmth just in front of him, heard the creak of the bunk, and - and there was Booster, lying next to Max and looking profoundly uncomfortable. Possibly because, to all appearances, it must have seemed like his boss was hitting on him or something. Alternatively, because the bunk was way too small for two, and the minute the ship banked to the side, Booster rolled right off the edge and landed with a yelp.

"Are you breaking things?" Ted's voice.

"No!" Booster called back, sounding indignant as he pushed himself to sit up.

"Are you touching things? Because we've talked about that!"

"Nag, nag, nag," Booster countered, but he looked downright uneasy as he eyed Max. Then he blinked, like realization dawning, and let out an exasperated little sigh. "Okay, don't do that again."

Max couldn't quite keep up. His head was swimming. "Do what?"

"Your..." Booster flailed a hand in what, he supposed, was supposed to be a demonstrative gesture. It mostly just made him dizzier. "Your mind-whammy thing. Making me lay down. Not cool."

"I don't think I did," Max mumbled. It was too much work to keep his eyes open.

"No, you definitely did." He heard Booster shift; when he spoke up again, it was louder, and with a familiar teasing note in his tone. "Keep pulling stunts like that and you're gonna make Ted jealous."

"What are you saying back there?!"

Booster snickered, and Max chuckled right along with him, absently scrubbing a hand under his nose. It came back damp, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care why.

"I wouldn't make Ted jealous," Max declared. "I - I am actually - I'm a good guy, Booster." Somehow, it felt important to point that out. And why not? When he coaxed an eye open to see Booster's reaction, he was met with sheer amusement, Booster now sitting next to the bunk with his arms folded over his knees.

"Is that so?" he said indulgently.

"Damn right," Max affirmed, sniffling and fighting another groan as the Bug dipped sharply. "Guh."

"Ted! Jeez! I'm gonna throw up on your seats at this rate!" Booster yelled.

"Don't you dare!"

"He does it on purpose," Booster insisted, shaking his head. "So. You're a good guy?"

"I am." It was hard to effectively drive home a point when you were laying down, so Max wobbled his way to sit up, and pretended not to be grateful when Booster reached out to steady him. He wasn't that drunk, surely. This was just...just a burst of honesty. Didn't even sober people have those? (Other sober people did, anyway.) "Let me tell you why I am."

"I'm listening." Booster looked like he couldn't have stopped grinning if he tried.

"Because," Max said with great conviction, jabbing a fingertip at Booster's chest. "I - I really mean it, I wouldn't make Ted jealous. Cause, y'know, I....I respect you two. I do."

It was a very noble and common-sense kind of thing to say, he thought, so he wasn't expecting to see Booster so visibly surprised by it. "Uh, Max. We're not-"

Max waved it off, swayed a little, and grabbed Booster's arm for balance. "It's okay. I mean it! People think I'm - I'm so old-fashioned or stodgy or something, but...but....yes," he concluded, blinking slowly. It was hard to tell, but he was pretty sure he was still making sense.

Booster flustered. "Look, I know what everyone says about us, but-"

"Oh, come on," Max scoffed. "Booster. Michael. We're friends. We're friends, right? You can be honest with me, so...so be honest." He sniffled again, and missed the fleeting look of confusion that flitted over Booster's face, the tension creeping into his voice when he spoke again.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, we...me and Ted, we were a thing," he admitted softly. "But we're not now." And as soon as the confession had come, it was over, and suddenly Booster had that deer-in-the-headlights he got when he ran up against something new. "Uh, Max, you're - you know what, I'm just gonna go sit up front. You're okay, right?"

"Stay," Max commanded before he could think better of it, and Booster didn't move. It always did feel good when people listened to him; good enough that Max didn't really think twice when he tasted blood on his lip. If anything, he wondered why he didn't do this sort of thing more. It would certainly make the team easier to manage, wouldn't it? And he was, as he'd been insisting, a good person. He wouldn't use this little gift for anything nefarious. Just...just some handy, insta-matic cooperation. And maybe a little factfinding, now that he had a captive audience. He was, after all, only human. And that entitled him to some curiosity, especially about news as surprising as this.

"So tell me what happened," he prompted, rubbing his nose again. Booster squirmed.

"I dunno. We just kind of grew apart. Ted got all 'mature'. You've seen how he is lately." He took a deep breath. "Seriously, stop doing that, this is weird."

"This is not weird." Max waved his hand dismissively, only to latch it right back onto Booster's shoulder when another wave of dizziness hit. "This is - this is me looking out for you."

"No, this is you being drunk and pulling Jedi mind tricks."

"Because I care."

"Because you've had too much," Booster countered, but he still wasn't pulling away and Max was pretty sure he'd stopped focusing on that. It was hard to focus on much of anything.

"Talk to me," he coaxed, squinting at Booster until he stopped being blurry. "Tell me anything. I didn't realize you two had split up."

"Yeah, me neither," muttered Booster, setting his chin on his arms. Max had the sudden urge to pet him. He resisted. "Then suddenly it was all, 'ooh, Booster, can't fool around with you any more'," he went on. "'Ooh, look at me, I have a heart condition and no sense of humor'. Blah blah blah." Booster fell quiet, then picked right back up, with visible frustration. "Which isn't really fair, right? I mean, to just do that to someone, that's not - and he and I were like-"

He took a deep shuddering breath, and Max stopped resisting and moved his hand up to Booster's hair. He felt a little clumsy about it, but Booster only flinched for a second, then sighed and tucked his head against his arms. "This is stupid," he mumbled. "Sorry, Max."

"C'mere."

Booster stayed put, so Max tried again, this time with a little push behind it. "C'mere," and Booster looked hesitant but still edged closer, and Max put what concentration he could summon up into reassuring him that it was fine to just rest his head on Max's leg, to let him keep stroking his hair, slow and easy.

It occurred to him, fleetingly, that sometimes it wasn't easy to be a good person. Not with abilities like his. After all, with his judgment compromised and Booster like this - lonely and pliable and, amazingly, not attached to Ted - there were a few morally gray ideas drifting through Max's foggy consciousness. A few fantasies he'd entertained for years, but had never been able to justify chasing.

But Booster was a friend, and good people didn't take advantage of their friends, so he just kept stroking Booster's hair till he felt him relax. "Here's," he hiccuped, "here's what we're gonna do." Booster tilted his head to glance up. "We're gonna get back to the embassy-"

"Office."

"Whatever. And we're going to watch bad movies till I'm sober and Ted lightens up."

Booster's smile made all the effort of doing the right thing worth it. Sure, it also made Max want to do the wrong thing even more, because Booster was unfairly attractive when he smiled, but Max stuck to his guns.

"Might take a lot of bad movies," Booster pointed out.

"You could always try getting him drunk," Max suggested, and Booster outright laughed. It was a nice sound, that.

The Bug zipped on, and Max leaned back, closed his eyes, and let his mind drift.

No.51487
>>51485

THIS.

Max walking into Booster, Ted and Booster picking him up in the BUG, Sue and Ralph were BUSY, Max drunk, Max making Booster talk to him, Max petting Booster and comforting him, Max trying to do the right thing and get them back together...just D'AAAAWW.

And I love Max's POV and that this might lead to a threesome because it feels like he's being rewarded for doing the right thing.

No.51500
You gais... The full Blue Beetle live action demo is up from SDCC! http://bit.ly/b1vD6d Andandand Geoff Johns mentioned that Jaime and Booster (and possibly Ted) will make an appearance in Smallville next season! FFFFFFFF

No.51518
>>51485

This is even better than them showing up drunk. Oh, Max! Now that you know they were, you HAVE to get them back together! It's the good guy thing to do! And he could rub it in everyone's face that he knew the truth about it before anyone else.

No.51529
>>51500
The effects could use a little work and I kiiiinda feel like the whole writhing around HUNNNGHHRAWW thing was overexaggerated, but I totally dig the teenage snark and general feel of the demo.

YESSIR I RIKE IT even if Milago looks kinda old. But hey, it's just a demo. I AM STILL EXCITE.

No.51536
>>51500
brb hyperventilating

No.51537
>>51500
Ah, I hate to say it, but this looks pretty bad.
Shitty effects and HNGHHHH writhing on the floor? Hopefully it'll get better.

No.51540
>>51500

I'm more curious to see what the non-CG suit looks like. That would be the deal-breaker for me, I think. (also artistic nitpick- with a black and blue suit, yellow eyes works so much better than red)

No.51541
>>51500
I agree that Milagro is too old and that the yellow eyes work better, but guys, this is just the DEMO. Personally, I think it's friggin' fantastic (Jaime's casting is spot-on, even though they say his name wrong; CHIN SCRUFF FTW) for something put together with such limited resources. Of course the real thing will be better! Besides, Jaime on TV, come ooon.

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>>51541

I didn't think his name sounded wrong, personally. But I agree, for a demo it's damn good.

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51555
in honor of jaime writhing around on the floor, here is jaime writhing around on the floor.

No.51564
>>51555
UNF.

No.51565
>>51555
Oh god unf

No.51567
I DEMAND

STAR SAPPHIRE TED

No.51568
>>51500

I love it. I don't even care that the effects look cheesy. Floor-writhing was a little weird, but I'm sure that'd have sense to not make that an every transformation thing.

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>>51567
OKAY BUT SAY PLEASE NEXT TIME

No.51578
>>51575

LOL HE'S SO DORKY.

No.51584
>>51575
THANK YOU TED IS SO HANDSOME AND MANLY AND CHUBBY AND I LIKE HIM

ALSO I WILL SAY PLEASE NEXT TIME :D

No.51586
>>51575
E-Elton John?

No.51588
I have a horrible idea.

What if all the JLI(specifically our handsome trio) got star sapphire rings...and began to have like an orgy- OH GOD MY FUCKING MIND AAAH

Or Booster/Ted falls into JLI/Superbuddy wonderland and everyone wants to molest him(Queen/King Max, and the king could be L-Ron, Cheshire Cat Ted(Oh come on, goofy grin, laughs a lot, and is a trickster), Tweedledee and Tweedledum could be Ice and Fire, March Hair G'nort, Mat Hatter Guy, smoking caterpillar Martain Manhunter....the possiblities are endless(also I should never watch Miyuki Chan In Wonderland again.)

No.51591
>>51588

It would be the wackiest orgy ever.


You think that's messed up? I had a very explicit fantasy today about post-Brightest Day Max becoming submissive towards Ted and Booster because he doesn't trust himself to make the right decisions anymore. Yes, a D/s relationship. Granted, Ted and Booster are weirded out by this and Max refuses to completly obey them because, well, he's Max, and none of them are willing to try and push this thing too far but...

On the one hand, I'm kind of insane. On the other hand, the sex scenes were really hot. The "People who are control freaks secretly enjoy being controlled in bed" cliche is nice.

No.51618
>>51551
Maybe it's a Texan/American thing? Traditionally, in Spanish, it's "Hai-meh." BUT WHATEVS they could pronounce it "chupacabra" and I would still lahv it. <3

>>51555
asdjkf... ilu.

No.51619
>>51588
>DC Wonderland AU
>The Mad Hatter is not Jervis Tetch
It's weird how much this shocked me.

No.51620
>>51619
I meant it fir a JLI/Superbuddies thing

No.51626
>>51591
>The "People who are control freaks secretly enjoy being controlled in bed" cliche is nice.

my girlfriend and i subscribe to the personal headcanon that max (er, pre-death) paid hookers to dress up like wonder woman and tie him up.

No.51627
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51627
I could totally see that Wonder Woman thing happening. But in general I could see Max being dom because he seems to be under the impression that he alone knows how to make things right. The heroes don't understand so he's going to do what's best for everyone.

BTW why has no one made Booster a dom with Superman?

No.51628
>>51627

I gotta admit to some perverse enjoyment of Booster and Superman's attitudes to each other- Superman's being that, he may have come to respect Booster but he's one of the few heroes Supes can't actually seem to like (i'd love to see his head explode if he ever finds out booster=supernova) and Booster because... well... put a shiny button in front of him he's told not to push and he'll push it with great joy as many times as he can get away with.

No.51629
ahah oh god. i just got suspended from ygallery because apparently, despite my pointing out that the scarab is an alien robot thing, the mods are calling it an 'animal' and that makes my molesting-jaime picture a violation

what the hell

No.51633
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51633
idiosyn: I don't see Booster quite like that. But the Superman/Booster dynamics always fascinated me. Clark can be so petty with him. Still, there's some level of respect there.

insomniac: I never had art like this but photobucket had issue with a scanned pic I had from Teen Titans. I cropped it to ask if anyone else noticed what appeared to be a naked man being tackled by Nightwing. The coloring was weird but they didn't like it.

No.51634
>>51629
Seriously? The one you posted up here? Wtf. I've never had a problem with the y!mods before but that's just ridiculous. Can you appeal?

No.51635
>>51634
not that i can tell. effin' a. well, that's fine, just means you guys get exclusive rights to all my porn for the next two weeks.
>>51633
wow, the world needs more of booster in a bathrobe.

No.51636
>>51635
Well damn. That sucks for you hon (not that I'm complaining about pornings but yeah).

No.51637
>>51633

Haha, maybe I should clarify a bit more- more like the two had a rough start (and man, did they have a rough start) and Booster is petty enough to hand the superdickery right back.

I love flippant Booster. And I kinda really love the idea of him being in a cheesy soap opera...

>>51629

That's what we're for- alien-robot-totally-not-an-animal porn dumping. And we will love you for it.

No.51639
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51639
idiosyn: Okay that makes more sense. But seriously, how come there's practically no slash with these two? Booster was in a robe acting like he wasn't jealous that Superman is working with a new league and Superman reassures him that he knows he's a hero. In this one Booster is trying to give the press something to talk about.

No.51641
>>51633

Actually now I kinda really want to know- what is the context of this? Not saying Booster shouldn't randomly appear in people's workshops in just a robe but... why IS he randomly appearing in people's workshops in just a robe?

>>51639

Reposting comment to add- wow. I think I may actually subject myself to going through the Superman Blue story if it means Booster is in various states of undress in it.

No.51642
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51642
Basically Superman is in trouble as his atoms or whatever are scattered because of his new powers. Booster hears about this and figures out a way to save him at the cost of his power armor suit. The only problem? Their really high up and the pressure of recharging him destroys the suit. Booster is quipping the whole way down. He admits that he also wanted to get a new suit like his original, basically saying that Ted is made of fail and asking if Supermans' friend can help him out. Also includes Skeets (in the armor) and Superman leaving his clothes behind.

No.51644
I want a comic of Maxwell Lord doing stuff (LIKE A BOSS), and him getting rejected by Booster like in the song

No.51645
>>51629
Can you post it here?

No.51649
>>51645
it was this one:
>>51555

oh ygallery. you and your inscrutable rule system.

No.51651
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51651
>>51644
i am all over this.

No.51652
Max totally paid hookers to dress up like Wonder Woman. Part of me thinks he might have paid hookers to dress up as Booster too.

And Max is the sort of person who would normally be a dom, or at least want to have some measure of control over the situation. That's why having him act submissive or lose control, especially to Ted and Booster - because, well, they're rarely ever in control of the situation - is so freakin' hot. Of course, having him in charge isn't bad either - using his powers to make Ted and Booster have sex right in front of him, while having total control over their bodies? GUH.

No.51656
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51656
>>51644

No.51658
>>51656
OH LAWD

No.51671
Booster would totally walk around naked all the time if he could get away with it. I'm seeing something like Max stopping by the embassy on a day off because he forgot something in his office and he runs into naked Booster, who is naked because he didn't think anyone else was going to be around and he and Ted just had lots of sex. And there is staring. And awkwardness. And then naked Ted walks in.

No.51675
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51675
>>51652
>Part of me thinks he might have paid hookers to dress up as Booster too.

i...i never knew i needed this, but holy damn, this is really an idea that needs further exploration. lots of it.

No.51685
I... kinda really want to write/read a fic wherein during a team meeting, Max can't help thinking how much he wants to fuck Booster and doesn't realize he's projecting it on Booster who finds himself horny as all hell and can't explain why. I don't know if it would end with Booster having to take care of himself or cornering a rather baffled Ted afterward.

"Geez, Booster- don't you have any self-control?"
"Shut up and drop your pants before I explode!"

No.51686
>>51685
>Max giving out mindboners
>Max paying for Booster stand-ins
>the continued adventures of Max the Drunk Good Guy

I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START

No.51695
>>51686
MIND BONER PLEASE

No.51701
>>51675
I think...um...er..
Max gets off to the thought of dominating female Booster so he has female hookers dress up as Booster because when Max tries it on a male hooker they aren't quite as perfecty toned in Max's mind as Booster.

THERE

I SAID IT

*hides face*

No.51709
>>51686
WRITE FASTER INSOMNIAC I KNOW YOU ARE SLOWED DOWN BY ALCOHOL

No.51714
>>51709
IT'S A HELLUVA DRUG

No.51715
Well, I'm no Insomniac and I'm too tired to give this more than a once over right now, but here! Mind boners!
---

Max was glad that it didn’t take much persuasion (and not even any ‘persuasion’ at that) to convince Oberon he wanted to take on more responsibility with the team. And taking charge of the team meetings was a good place to start. Max, of course, still sat in on them but Oberon was the one that had the floor now and that allowed Max to let his mind wander.

Which it did, as always, and Max went through his mental schedule for the day, the checklist of tasks that needed to be done, people to set up meetings with, business to conduct. But it was all things he mentally went over several times a day and took only a scant few minutes to go over once more in the meeting. Which gave Max’s mind ample time to wander non-business related thoughts.

Such as bending Booster over the table and fucking him.

Max kept his face carefully schooled with the idle little smile he always had and watched Booster from out the corner of his eye. Even in the flat interior lighting Booster was beautiful and golden, suit glinting every time he shifted and Max liked to think Booster’s skin would shine the same naked and oiled up, muscles stretching out as he bared himself to Max’s approval.

He’d lay out on the table, wrists tied together above his head, legs spread out and Max would be standing there, just looking at him, smile wicked and dirty with thoughts of what he planned to do to Booster running through his head. And Booster would be getting hard, imagining what Max could be imagining and ready to beg for whatever it was the moment Max let him.

Oh, Max knew his attraction to Booster was nothing beyond physical- some days, even Booster’s looks couldn’t save him from the trouble he and Ted got into -and the problem was that Max couldn’t act on it. Or rather Max wouldn’t allow himself to act on it. After all, there were lines that a man in Max’s position shouldn’t cross and dallying with a superhero that worked for you was far, far different than dallying with a personal assistant. The worst a personal assistant could do if they got miffed was mess up Max’s schedule. That was far preferable than having an emotionally unstable hero saving lives or getting into a snit with blasters on their wrists.

So Max stuck with fantasizing- not even with a male hooker. He tried. Several times. But none of them had the future perfected body or the megawatt smile and they all looked at Max with sultry expressions instead of eager or mischievous grins.

Booster Gold was truly one of a kind and Max was certain no one else could look like him as he begged to be touched, cock straining against the air and precome slowly beading down the shaft.

Across the table, Booster shifted in his seat again and Max’s gaze focused on him briefly. He looked a bit uncomfortable, maybe even a bit red. Max supposed it was due to the heat- it was Booster’s first summer in New York, after all. Metropolis didn’t get nearly as humid. Max made a mental note to turn the A/C up a bit after the meeting.

Or maybe he’d just have Booster undress Max instead, licking up the sweat at Max’s throat as his shirt collar became undone, pressing wet kisses down Max’s chest as he’d go. His hands would slick over Max’s skin until he pulled the shirt from slacks and look up with wet red lips near Max’s waist. He’d wait until Max gave him permission to undo his belt and pull the clothes down his legs. Then Booster would lick up the sweat the gathered where Max’s thigh met his hip, then between his legs and at the skin behind his balls. He’s keep licking his way up and around Max’s dick until his breathing got uneven and his hand tangled in Booster’s hair. He’d pull back just enough so his breath whispered against the head of Max’s cock and he’d say, ‘Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything you say, just tell me. I want to do whatever it takes to please you.’

And Max would take Booster’s head in both his hands and raise his hips a bit. Booster’s mouth would open and Max would raise his hips more, his dick skimming between Booster’s lips as he’d go in and in until he pressed against the back of Booster’s throat and lips pressed against his pelvis. He’d pull out slowly and just as slowly push back in again and Booster would whimper a little, the hum of unsaid please humming against Max’s cock.

The part of Max that was left to observe the meeting noted the tone of Oberon’s voice- the meeting was coming to and end and Max tucked his fantasy away to think about later. He cast last look at Booster who seemed anxious for the meeting to end to the point he was taking deliberately deep, slow breaths. As Oberon turned to Max for the last word, he decided he’d make the final notes brief for Booster’s sake.

~*~*~*~

Booster had to wonder if there was something in the air in New York or something because goddamn but was he suddenly and inexplicably horny. Horny enough that he didn’t exactly feel confident in his costume- which was generally good at not showing unfortunately timed boners -from hiding it. As the meeting finally (<i>finally</i>) wound down, Booster made plans for his escape- get out ahead of the others and jump into the shower before anyone noticed.

He couldn’t help casting a glance at Ted, leaning back in his seat and making a valiant effort to get through the meeting without falling asleep once. Ted yawned behind his hand and Booster hastily looked away, his hormones wanting him to jam his tongue into Ted’s open mouth and swallow the little meep of surprise Booster was sure the action would get. Ted’s hands would brace against Booster’s chest, body stiff- and what Booster wouldn’t give to get Ted stiff in his arms, to rub his thigh against Ted until he moaned and rode Booster’s leg until he shook so hard he could barely stand..

The meeting ended and Booster jumped to his feet, practically running for the door.

“Hey, Booster- wait up!”

He bit back a groan and tried to school the heat he could feel creeping up his neck and cheeks. Booster slowed enough for Ted to catch up but resolutely kept half a step ahead in attempt to hide his arousal.

“You’re in a hurry,” Ted said with a little half-grin, “got a hot date tonight?”

Only if you in my fantasies count. “I need to take a shower,” and spend some time with my hand/wishing you were there on your knees, “it’s really kinda,” hot/sweaty/sticky, “disgusting weather today.”

Ted shrugged, “It’s just the humidity, lotta people can’t take it.”

“You seem,” fine/distractingly attractive/utterly fuckable, “okay with it.”

“I lived in Chicago. High temperatures and humidity isn’t anything new to me.” Ted licked his lips and Booster dug his fingers into his palm to keep from sucking on Ted’s tongue. “Me, Scott and the girls are going to head out to a diner- you wanna come with?”

The first thought that crossed Booster’s mind was ‘the only meat I want in my mouth is yours’ and almost slapped himself in the face for it. He as so horny he was getting stupid to an unprecedented level. “Nah. I step outside and I’ll melt.”

“C’mon, ya big baby. Tora’s handling the heat better than you and she’s from Norway!”

“Yeah, well she probably put ice in her veins or something.”

“If you ask nicely, maybe she’ll make you an ice coat to wear.”

That made Booster think of ice cream and Ted licking it off his body and oh God he needed to take care of his now-painful hard on.

When Booster didn’t say anything Ted looked up at him curiously. “Are you feeling okay, buddy?” A hand reached up and fingertips brushed against Booster’s hair before he managed to stumble away.

“If you’re trying to feel,” me up, “my temperature, it’s not going to work while I have the cowl on.”

“Then take it off.”

Take it all off and take everything off you and shove you against the wall and see how ridiculously flexible you really are, “I’m okay, really. I’m just going to soak in a cool tub for a bit, then just veg out or something. It’s just too hot for me.”

Ted, thankfully, bought it. “Alright. You want me to bring you back anything? Slice of pie? Maybe a milkshake?”

Booster didn’t know which image he liked more- the one of Ted sucking on a straw which then turned into Ted sucking on Booster’s cock, or the revisit to the ice cream licking. He just grinned and said, “Surprise me.”

“Alright,” Ted turned off toward his room with a little wave, “I’ll see you later then.”

“Right.” Booster waited until Ted’s door closed, flew to the bathroom and barely locked himself in before he had his pants down his thighs and a hand wrapped tight around himself. “Oh God, Ted...”

No.51716
>>51715
GLORIOUS

No.51726
>>51715

Oh, that was so deliciously filthy. Reading that on break at work gave me a mind boner the rest of my shift. Hhhggnnn...
But is it bad that I kept thinking "omfg what is J'onn doing right now?"

No.51732
LOL MIND BONERS ARE AWESOME

>>51686

Can I vote for finishing "Good Guy Max" first? Because it's (everything I ever wanted in a threesome fic) fun and I really want to see what happens next.

No.51733
MAJOR Spoilers for Justice League Generation Lost #6

http://scans-daily.dreamwidth.org/2187960.html?#cutid1

OKAY I'M SCARED NOW

No.51738
>>51732
duly noted
>>51733
gen lost 6: discontent with never getting the chance to fuck booster, we find out that max intends to fuck THE WHOLE GODDAMN WORLD

No.51750
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51750
>>51715 Such a fun read. <3

Please excuse the long size of this.

No.51755
>>51750

Oh gawd I love it! Ted, you're such a dork <3!

No.51764
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51764
I drew this

No.51766
http://scans-daily.dreamwidth.org/2189599.html?#cutid1

JLI era - Booster gets pwned, Max doesn't pay attention, and Oberon fights tiny people.

No.51774
http://boards.4chan.org/co/res/19005884

Booster Gold thread! (With added crossdressing)

No.51781
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51781
LOL /CO/.

No.51783
>>51750
OH GOD. You sexy fucker I love you

No.51784
>>51750
I LOL'D.

No.51790
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51790

No.51800
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51800
>>51715
>to rub his thigh against Ted until he moaned and rode Booster’s leg until he shook so hard he could barely stand..

hnggh i just keep rereading this. That mental image does to me what Max's mental images do to Booster.



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