fastestdorkalive-blog

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

Is that… not what Oliver was suggesting?

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

permortempatris:

       He didn’t say a damn thing. Just because he might        have been thinking it quite loudly; that’s neither here        nor there. And he won’t get drawn into this; he’s an        adult.

“I did not.”

          So much for willpower.

“I mean yeah. You’re right. You totally didn’t.”

And Barry Allen, grown man and savior of the world and time itself, is sitting with his chin in his palm, watching Ollie and trying not to grin. It’s still super freaky to see Oliver so...

Cute. 

He needs to sneak a picture and show Felicity.

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

ashxnfeathers:

“Yes, I’m familiar with the type.” It’s all too much like when he first met Dean. Except Castiel doesn’t have the patience or incentive to try and keep things civil, this time.

“Thank you for helping, by the way.”

His fingers fidget nervously in front of him, and Barry bounces onto the balls of his feet. “So um...you’re an angel? Like a real one? Can I see your wings? That’s not rude, right? Asking to see them? I don’t mean it in a rude way, just-”

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

ashxnfeathers:

“…——but he’s your friend?” Dean stabbed him when they first met, too — but he was somewhat justified. Barry doesn’t seem like the type of person anyone would greet with an arrow.

“He’s...” There’s a whole bunch of words there in super speed, and Barry has to take a second to pluck out the right one out of the air. “...slow to trust? And he’s trying to keep people safe.”

“Sorry.”

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

permortempatris:

@fastestdorkalive

    “ – don’t look at me. I didn’t say anything.”

“...uh huh.”

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

@ashxnfeathers

“I promise he’s a nice guy, he really doesn’t mean anything by shooting you with an arrow. He did it to me, too.”

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

“You know, it’s funny. I never went to my mom’s grave. Not for years and years. I never wanted to make peace with the fact that she was gone.”

The hard lines of the brass ‘S’ in Snart where it’s engraved against marble are digging in against his back. But the sun is out and it’s the kind of hot that makes it comfortable to sit in shorts and a t-shirt, his eyes closed to the heat of the sun. 

He’s been crying. 

It’s a little less every week. Now it’s not every day, sometimes more than once. Now it’s maybe once a week. When he catches a glimpse of someone out of the corner of his eye, or when Weird Science ends up on TV.

It still hurts, a constant dull ache in the middle of his chest like a bruise that won’t heal. 

But it’s not soul crushing. Barry eats, he goes to work, he does whatever needs to be done at Star Labs. He even lives sometimes, when he can crawl out of coasting and enjoy something. 

He’s pretty sure Len would still roll his eyes and call him a drama queen. 

“I don’t want you to be gone either, but...” But he doesn’t have anything else. No trinkets to hold in his pocket, no clothes to curl up in his bed with to try and remember what his cologne smelled like. 

A gravestone is all he has to remember him by. 

Lisa comes by every Saturday, so Barry has started coming on Sunday afternoons. They need their time to grieve. 

“But getting what I wanted with you never seemed to happen, huh?” There’s none of that bitterness from their last interaction, none of the soul crushing misery he felt when Len sat on the side of his bed. 

Time healed all wounds, even as much as Barry hated to admit it. 

“I keep telling myself...” His voice trails off, palm smoothing along marble behind him. “I keep telling myself...”

He can’t even say it out loud. 

“I know you cared. And I know you cared as much as I did. And even though we never...it’s enough, you know?”

He’s speaking to an empty blue sky, trying for absolution and forgiveness in one breath. 

“It’s enough.”

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

“You don’t have to be a good man to do good things.”

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

@soldiiered from ( x )

The world is as small as a pinhole, and so is his throat. Barry doesn’t know what to do, he can’t even force a breath in his lungs, it feels like someone is standing on his chest.

But he’s trying, God, he’s trying to focus on Link, on the sound of his voice. 

On here. Now.

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

@fusionbonded from ( x )

“I know you don’t, okay? I know. But I-” He rubs a hand through his hair, trying to hang on to his composure.

“I want to protect you.”

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

“what are we, nerds trying to look at boobies?”

“And hey, if we’re feeling brave, maybe we can ask a guy to show us his wiener.”

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

...it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea. 

I’m beginning to think I should send you the number for a good therapist. 

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

#barry allen is always a cutie no matter what

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

[That hand flap is almost avian.]

You...I...Tony, you have to realize I’m into that by now. Seriously.

Barry, I’m twice your age.

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

I almost had a heart attack!

You walked right into that one.

[fastestdorkalive-blog]

@shitecassidy from ( x )

“Well....”

He cocks his head to the side, trying to take in the uh, the majesty of that awful photoshop.