#john stewart
It’s kind of funny that the big mystery posited by this GREEN LANTERN cover is why Green Arrow is appearing here without his trademark beard. I mean, presumably he shaved it off, you know, no big mystery. But in this era in which such changes of costume and appearance were much more rare, I suppose this was potentially a big deal thing. No matter–I know that I’m spoiling things somewhat, but by the end of this two-parter, Ollie’s beard would miraculously be restored going forward.
GREEN LANTERN was a very schizophrenic comic book during this particular era. Clearly it had been brought back due to the reputation of its previous run (and potentially the belief that affidavit returns were responsible for its premature cancellation.) By that same token, it seemed like nobody involved was very anxious to dive back into the very heavy issue-of-the-issue style storytelling of that celebrated run. So what you were left with was two super hero friends whose natural spheres of operation were completely incompatible with one another.
And so you ended up with stories like this one, which was mostly a Green Arrow solo caper with Green Lantern in it slightly but then incapacitated. And no particular social issue being dissected at all. In this particular issue, Green Arrow is performing at Carol Ferris’s Thanksgiving party when government agents burst in and accosted him, carrying him off. Green Lantern, returning from space, intercedes, but then he immediately passes out, stricken with some unknown malady.
Figuring that the Lantern may have come down with some manner of space-plague, Green Arrow reaches out to John Stewart, Earth’s back-up Green Lantern, asking him to convey Hal to Oa and the Guardians, who will presumably know how to treat his illness. In the meantime, Ollie intends to track down the Colonel Krisp who was behind the attack on himself–and he’s in luck as one of the agents dropped a handily-labeled route map that he can follow. Ollie says goodbye to Dinah Lance, turning down her offer of help–but undaunted, she is determined to follow him as Black Canary.
Green Arrow makes his way to the compound, and with the unseen aid of Black Canary kicks his way through the outer ring of security guards. In order to sneak into the place, Ollie decides to shave off his beard so he’ll look more like one of the guards. This gambit works for all of zero panels, as the Colonel sees him sneaking in and recognize him immediately despite his lack of chin-whiskers. He also spies the Black Canary, and ambushes her.
Discovered, Green Arrow continues to run a gantlet of attackers, and the mysterious Colonel Krisp is confident in his choice of Green Arrow for “the mission”. Meanwhile, off in space, en route to Oa, John and Hal run afoul of a neutron star, which threatens to suck them into its gravity well and to oblivion. For all that he struggles, John doesn’t have enough will-power to pull them clear of it.
Back at the compound, Green Arrow finds himself face-to-face with Colonel Krisp, who tells him that all of this has been arranged for Green Arrow’s benefit, to test him–that map that he followed was deliberately planted, of course (Stupid Ollie!) Krisp’s got a mission that only Green Arrow can accomplish: he wants Ollie to assassinate the President of the United States. And he’s holding the Black Canary as leverage to get Green Arrow to go along with it–thus leading us back to our cover scene as the issue closes, something I hated when the Marvel books did it and didn’t really like any better here. Anyway, To Be Continued!
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John Stewart (Green Lantern) x Shayera Hol (Hawkgirl).
You’re that ‘once in a lifetime dream come true’.
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There’s been an unexpected hiatus in new posts due to… well… summer.
Get out there and try to enjoy yourselves. We’ll be back with new posts as soon as the miserable Canadian weather returns.
scene of the Green Lantern Corps chillin’ in the pool from Millennium #1 (1988). Illustrated by Joe Staton.
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Beyond his art, Neal Adams is rightfully remembered as an eternal champion of creators’ rights and for the part he & his work played in the Comics Code revision of ‘71 but his contribution to John Stewart’s creation is – I think – a rather underrated aspect of his career, especially as it’s such a great reminder of the kind of person he was. Taken from an interview conducted and transcribed by Allen W. Wright over at the Green Arrow: Bold Archer fansite, here’s Neal discussing John’s beginnings (x).
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“I shipped Hawkgirl and Green Lantern so hard in JL/JLU but I hate the way they finally got together in Justice League Beyond.”
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Yo I wish we had a John Stewart green lantern and then him and bumblebee could get together
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I kinda wish they had made the Invincibros team more diverse. As it stands most of them are White and the one who could be read as a POC does not speak in the show. I feel like it would have been better if they choose John as the other Green Lantern rather than using Hal again or if they would have had Vibe, the Atom (Ryan) or Blue Beetle on the team.
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A/N: Sooo I got this idea after I watched the vow, (great movie btw) It’s not requested, I’ve just had in it drafts for a really long time. I’m not sure anyone’s really going to like it? But I figured I would post it to see what happened. I’ve already gotten a few more parts written, so if you like the story please let me know so I can post those! Anyways, I’ll stop rambling Love you all!
Pairing: Green Lantern Reader x Dick Grayson (Nightwing)
If you could describe it in one word, blank.
It had been blank before. Why had it gone?
The first thing that came back to you was sound. A constant, steady beeping. A machine rising and falling. The worried and hushed whisper of voices, voices, people… you felt a hand brush over yours. Touch. The lingering placement spoke of worry and care. Your mother maybe? Your father?
You felt an itchy sheet underneath you, and you laid on a rather stiff bed, the mattress odd and unforgiving.
Almost as odd as the stench of disinfectant. Smell… like sickness and bleach… like a hospital.
Hospital, you frantically blinked open your eyes. White light, much too bright assaulted you as you rapidly tried to adjust.
As if through a tunnel you could hear the heart monitor beeping rapidly, the shuffling of feet, the even louder murmur of voices.
Hospital.
You hated hospitals.
You were covered by a thin sheet, tubes were attached to your arms, you were trapped. How did you get here? Why were you here? Who are you people?
The heart monitor’s beeps increased in frequency, urging your heart to beat faster to keep up.
A few People rushed To restrain you, and unfamiliar faces crowded your vision.
Too many people, too many hands, curling yourself up, you cradled your throbbing head and cried out.
Oh god, make it stop, make it all stop, take you back to when it was blank.
“Hey! Back off her alright?” An outlying voice said, a tone of anger wavering in their voice.
The hands withdrew, steps faded away- you must remember to thank that angry voice.
You felt someone brush the hair off your forehead, and flinched at the contact. It hurt, oh lord, your head hurt.
“(Y/N)?” A gentle voice whispered, and the soul inside of you leapt with recognition, as if crying: (Y/N)! Yes! That’s me! I’m (Y/N)!
You slowly tipped your head up, blinking once again at the bright surroundings, and your eyes immediately focused on blue.
The blue you dream of, the color blue the sky is when you are a child, the blue the ocean is when you can see all the way to the bottom, the blue of the ever constant tides and of the calming midspring rains, the blue that was so full of emotion…
“Thank god.”
You blinked multiple times, focusing on the whole picture rather than the one detail.
A man, you were staring at a man. You could see the slight differences of skin tone where if he had been paler there would have been a splash of freckles, his messy black hair, the way he had a slight scar above his left brow, the forgotten laugh lines and deep dark circles around his eyes- his bright blue eyes- it looked like he hadn’t slept in days… you were much too close, and he was far too attractive.
Scrambling backwards, you took a ragged breath as the room around you became much clearer.
“Shh, (Y/N), it’s alright, you’re safe, we’re in the hospital,” the man said soothingly and you begrudgingly nodded.
Confusion swirled in your brain, like a fog that was too dense to navigate through. It seemed to settle over things you knew you should know- like a blanket covering memories you felt tugging at you, but no matter how hard you tried the fog wouldn’t dissipate.
“I-” you coughed, your voice coming out much more pathetic than you had realized.
A small foggy pink glass of water was held in front of you, and with a jerky movement you glanced up.
A tall, imposing man stood next to your bedside. He so seemed impossibly wide and formal you couldn’t help but feel intimidated. His eyes were kind but his jaw was harsh.
Carefully taking the glass, you swallowed a few gulps.
“My… my head hurts,” you said slowly, wincing ever so slightly.
A nurse glanced at you and checked the chart in her hand, with a warm smile she patted your foot.
“That’s completely normal after what you’ve been through sweetheart. I’ll go get you something for that." With that, she headed out the door, leaving you with the three men- your doctors?
You wrinkled your nose is confusion. "I don’t understand- what I’ve been through?"
The imposing man looked you over worriedly.
"You were gravely injured in the fight against The legion of doom, you took on Sinestro even though your ring had been dangerously low on power-” he stopped as the brown haired man behind him scoffed.
“We told you not to! You could have died (Y/N)! Do you have any idea how much-”
“Hal!” The blue eyed man snapped, and the imposing man sighed.
“We’ll lecture you another day, we are all just glad you’re alright."
Your eyes widened in confusion.
"Excuse me, but what the heck?” You glanced between the men-doctors in utter confusion. “Who’s… Sin-Jesto? What ring? Why would you Lecture me? And Why did you start yelling at me? Where are my parents?"
”(Y/N),“ the blue eyed doctor began and you shifted uncomfortably under the intensity of his gaze.
"Don’t you remember us?”
“I’m sorry, remember you? Aren’t you just my doctors? Wha-”
“What’s going on here?” The nurse returned, glaring between the three men.
“You said she would recover! You said she would be fine!” The blue eyed man launched to his feet, jabbing a finger angrily in your direction, glaring at the nurse, as (Hal? Maybe was his name?) whirled on her as well.
“Brain injuries aren’t that simple, Mr. Grayson. I said she would recover, the odds were good but there’s always unforeseen side affects. She’s alive, and awake. And that’s what counts,” the nurse placed a hand on his shoulder. “Give it time, You have to give her time.”
The man- Mr. Grayson, turned to you.
“Do you really not remember?” He asked quietly as he sat on the chair next to you.
“I’m sorry, should I?” You frowned. He looked so heartbroken as He carefully placed his hand over yours.
“(Y/N), it’s me, Dick, your husband, and Bruce.”
It felt like you stared at him for hours.
This… this man, Dick, he was your husband? And his name was… Dick?
You couldn’t help the bubble of incredulous laughter that rose in your throat.
“I’m- I’m sorry! It’s just- how are you my husband? Why’s your name Dick?”
“Sweetheart, I still ask those questions,” Hal responded and Dick shot him a glare. The nurse turned her head to you in worry.
“Honey, what’s the last thing you remember?"
You frowned, biting your lip in concentration. It was hard to pinpoint an exact memory.
"I- It had just snowed. We were at my House, my mom told me to grab my gloves before school, and that’s it? Why?" You shrunk under the woman’s worried gaze. “Yeah, about that where are my parents?"
Dick, (Seriously, how was that his name?), took a sharp breath.
”(N/N), it’s 2022,“ Dick said softly. You spluttered.
2022? How was that even possible? You needed a mirror, you needed to see…
As soon as you tried to get up, Dick tried to hold you down. You shrunk back for a moment under his touch before trying to push him off you.
"I need to see! Just let me up alright?” You snapped, and he immediately pulled his hand back.
“It’s alright,” the nurse informed you stood warily. The older man, Bruce, Dick mentioned, carefully moved the iv drip so you wouldn’t tangle the cords.
Dick got up too, and when you looked in the mirror you took rapid steps back. This girl- she barely looked like you! Her eyes were harsher, her face more thin, her hair was a ratted mess (most likely from being wrapped in bandages)…. she couldn’t be you. She seemed so… hardened. Reaching a wary hand up, your own face and paused as you looked at your arm.
“Woah,” you murmured, flexing slightly and you stared agape. Turning back to the others you saw them looking at you in confusion. “I’m freaking ripped!”
Dick and Hal burst out laughing and you couldn’t help but smile, soon Bruce and the nurse joined in.
“I came as soon as I heard! Shayera is on her way from the watchtower… (Y/N)?" A familiar voice echoed from the room and you froze in shock. That was your Uncle John, John Stewart.
"John, she doesn’t, just be careful, she can’t remember-”
“Uncle John!” You screeched and ran over to him, tripping up on your iv drip but nonetheless flinging yourself in his arms. He stiffened in shock for a moment before returning the hug with similar vigor.
Tears fell down your face as you breathed in. You could remember him, there was one thing here that connected to your memories.
“(Y/N), I’m so glad you’re alright,” he pulled back a little to get a better look at you. “What’s wrong?"
John turned to look at everyone in the room, and you took a step back. He wasn’t the same Uncle John you remembered. His hair was grayer and his voice seemed rougher. But then again, if it was 2022, he would have aged quite a bit. The men looked at you, and Dick- you had to turn your eyes away from his. He looked so distraught, and you knew it was all your fault.
Hal seemed distant, and the other man, hell you still didn’t truly know his name.
"She doesn’t remember any of us,” Hal rasped.
“She doesn’t-” your uncle turned his head down to look at you.
“Her last memory is it snowing and her mom telling her to grab her gloves before school,” Bruce filled in. “But it makes sense she would still remember you, she’s known you her whole life.”
“Bruce-” Uncle John paused with a heavy breath, “that means…"
"Speaking of,” you murmured, “no one answered my other question: where are my parents?"
The room went eerily quiet and your Uncle John placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.
"Sweetheart, your parents passed away 10 years ago.”
You stumbled backwards, confusion marring your face. “That’s not possible.“
Everyone was quiet and watched your reaction, and Dick looked ready to catch you if you passed out.
Your breaths came in sharp gasps and your shook your head wildly.
"No, no. That’s not right. This is all just some bad dream. It’s not 2022, I’m not married to some random guy with the name Dick, I’m not in the hospital, I’m just…."
Uncle John placed his hand on you, and your nose wrinkled in pain.
"How are they dead?” When no one answered you turned to the nurse in a flurry, “How come I can’t remember my freaking life?” Tears filled your eyes and your knees crumpled. How could you forget so much?
Beyond his art, Neal Adams is rightfully remembered as an eternal champion of creators’ rights and for the part he & his work played in the Comics Code revision of ‘71 but his contribution to John Stewart’s creation is – I think – a rather underrated aspect of his career, especially as it’s such a great reminder of the kind of person he was. Taken from an interview conducted and transcribed by Allen W. Wright over at the Green Arrow: Bold Archer fansite, here’s Neal discussing John’s beginnings (x).
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Beyond his art, Neal Adams is rightfully remembered as an eternal champion of creators’ rights and for the part he & his work played in the Comics Code revision of ‘71 but his contribution to John Stewart’s creation is – I think – a rather underrated aspect of his career, especially as it’s such a great reminder of the kind of person he was. Taken from an interview conducted and transcribed by Allen W. Wright over at the Green Arrow: Bold Archer fansite, here’s Neal discussing John’s beginnings (x).
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Beyond his art, Neal Adams is rightfully remembered as an eternal champion of creators’ rights and for the part he & his work played in the Comics Code revision of ‘71 but his contribution to John Stewart’s creation is – I think – a rather underrated aspect of his career, especially as it’s such a great reminder of the kind of person he was. Taken from an interview conducted and transcribed by Allen W. Wright over at the Green Arrow: Bold Archer fansite, here’s Neal discussing John’s beginnings (x).
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