My Special Yell Thing
This blog contains many ramblings about comics and characters thereof, especially Batfolk and their fabulous derrieres, badass self-made DC karate-ladies, Barda Free's everything, and a LOT of Savant and Creote. Also, infrequent babyducks. And any questions you might have about the way I run this place, don't gripe and whine behind my back - just tell me face to face! I'm open-minded! Say it all, then go upstairs and pack. The door's that-a-way.
When I grow up, I want to be regional folklore.
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Showing posts tagged Scott Free
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Booster Gold v2 #35
Scott I love you so hard please give seminars to young unmarried men on how to be just like you so that we can all have one.
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In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream,
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines.
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel-injected and stepping out over the line,
Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back;
It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap,
We gotta get out while we’re young,
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
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i am weeping
this is all of the good things
Pft! Scott you
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Scott’s Cannon, the Reckoning.
Oh, Scott, you little sweetheart of a man. Even to the shmucks who were just giving him and his
bustbestest pal a hard time, he’s all, “Ohhh, don’t feel bad you guys! Hey, cheer up, maybe you can be as strong as her someday if you TRY…maybe…ish…”I like to think that the last half of this page summarizes female superheroes altogether. “The [men] watch in awestruck silence as Barda casually walks off with an impossible burden…”
I’m very sad we never get to see Scott’s cannon again. You’d think he’d be itching to use it. But I bet it just sits taking up half the garage of the Free residence forever, driving Barda nuts every time a garage sale comes around.
Barda: You never USE that thing—
Scott: I’m going to use it!
Barda: Oh, yeah? When?
Scott: …Sometime! You never know! I’m GOING to use it!
Barda: You haven’t played with it in years. When’s the last time you took the tarp off of it?
Scott: Well I don’t want to get it DIRTY…!
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Oh Scott, you and your CANNON. I can just see him washing it in the driveway on Sundays, casually waving to the guy with the Porsche across the street.
And oh, Barda. Just…just…ROLE MODEL. Backhanding two guys at once? Be still my heart! I may have to glue some clips of these panels inside a Bible or something to get it into Basic Training. Everything Paul ever wrote is expendable crap, yeah, I’ll just glue over THAT! C:
There is so much to be said about Scott and his cannon. One could call inadequacy issues about being shorter than his girlfriend. One could say that this is his taste in women summarized. I can’t get past the fact that a giant death machine can reduce him to the giddyness and approximate coherency of a small child.
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Everybody’s doing it! A Valentine’s card for the world. Happy Valentine’s Day, all of you people I’ve never seen before in my life! I love you all.
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Oh, and I thought I was done with Scott and Barda for a while, but it seems I missed one! :D Oh, NO!
I hear you, mini-Scott. I hear you.
![Scott’s Cannon, the Reckoning.
Oh, Scott, you little sweetheart of a man. Even to the shmucks who were just giving him and his bust bestest pal a hard time, he’s all, “Ohhh, don’t feel bad you guys! Hey, cheer up, maybe you can be as strong as her someday if you TRY…maybe…ish…”
I like to think that the last half of this page summarizes female superheroes altogether. “The [men] watch in awestruck silence as Barda casually walks off with an impossible burden…”
I’m very sad we never get to see Scott’s cannon again. You’d think he’d be itching to use it. But I bet it just sits taking up half the garage of the Free residence forever, driving Barda nuts every time a garage sale comes around.
Barda: You never USE that thing—
Scott: I’m going to use it!
Barda: Oh, yeah? When?
Scott: …Sometime! You never know! I’m GOING to use it!
Barda: You haven’t played with it in years. When’s the last time you took the tarp off of it?
Scott: Well I don’t want to get it DIRTY…!](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgqqf7Lr5C1qee3k8o1_500.jpg)
