#real cisco

[hedgiwithapen]

DHD: Comfort for Cisco?

Cisco opened the door to his apartment, warmly lit.  Caitlin held up the bottle of cider and  pie she’d brought. Barry was weighed down with additional snacks. 

“Got enough for a dozen Hobbits, here,” Barry joked. 

“Or one of you,” Cisco said, clearing a little space on the table. There wasn't much room, even before Barry started pulling bags of chips and cookies out. 

"It looks like an Elementary school end of year class party," Caitlin said.

"Except that we've got a big screen, not a little rolling TV." Cisco gestured to his living room television, where the DVD menu for The Fellowship of the Ring repeated. "And t-shirts." 

"I like it," Barry said, admiring Cisco's  new shirt. "Tooks Shot First, nice."

"Isn't it a little... Oliver?" Caitlin asked, noting the shade of green and the bow emblem.

Cisco turned so they could see the long quote on the back. "Nah. Oliver's suit is a much darker green. and I wouldn't let him hear you compare this bow to his. The last time I asked if he could do any Legolas trick shots, he was absolutely insufferable about it."

Barry gave a microscopic wince. " yeah... I really don't know why  our one non-nerdy friend is also the one who uses a bow. Weird."

"Super," Cisco said. "Alright, I brought in Guardian, Sara, and Wally to cover any issues. We are officially off call for the next 16 hours, up to and including the end of the world."

"Isn't it only 11 and a half?" Barry asked, his face draining of color. "Is that another change? Oh, god, how badly did I--"

"Relax," Cisco said. "I was counting for snack breaks." He pointed at Barry.  "Eyestrain breaks," he pointed to Caitlin. "And pause to talk about the books and artistic choices." With the last, he pointed at himself. 

"Then let's get started," Barry flopped onto the couch, a plate piled with handpies and scones balanced on the armrest. Cisco beamed. It was nice to finally get a moment to relax. Or an entire Extended Edition Lord of the Rings marathon worth of moments. 

[natikoko]

I’m so lucky im with you..!!!!

[arrow-v-flash-polls]

The second seasons two part episode adventure mostly took part over on Earth-2. Which part do you like best?

[gushingveins]

[ i know i have like fifteen asks in my inbox but. i need to share this. hoffman canonically bites a hole in his hot pockets and sucks the sauce out first. ok i’ll see you all in three business days ]

[purplecyborgnewt]

[coldflash-corner]

thought about my fandom ocs for so long i momentarily forgot they were my lil guys and almost tried searching fic of them on ao3 :"")

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

*I can't believe I am going to say this*

I would accept your tattoos. Doesn't mean I would like them. I really hope you left your upper body alone

Your pictures are amazing though.

[creature-wizard]

With Trump coming back into office, it's more crucial than ever that folks with DID and those seeking mental health care in general understand that this whole idea of DID programming cults is a pseudoscientific far right conspiracy theory associated with all kinds of hateful garbage.

Here are some posts to read on this topic:

What the Project Monarch alter programming conspiracy theory is (and what it's not)

How the Project Monarch alter programming conspiracy theory developed

Cathy O'Brien - The First Project Monarch "Survivor"

Fritz Springmeier and Cisco Wheeler: Two Of The Most Dangerous Conspiracy Theorists Most People Have Never Heard Of

Unwelcome Ozian copied Fritz Springmeier and Cisco Wheeler - see for yourself!

I just read Unwelcome Ozian's "Rules of Programming," and Oh Boy.

How to explain to others that Project Monarch isn't real

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

James Stewart (The Philadelphia Story, It's a Wonderful Life, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington)—Ough I saw him first in It's A Wonderful Life, where he is very charming as a suicidal family man being absolutely crushed by capitalism. But then. The Philadelphia Story, in my opinion, should get the same kind of press The Mummy does for being a bisexual dream. Now I'm not really bi (not into women) and it's honestly up for debate whether i'm attracted to men or not, but COME ON!! The movie stars James Stewart as well as Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn (and Ruth Hussey). Stewart plays a common working man, a journalist, to contrast with Grant's character, who is mega-rich. He is scrappy and hates rich people. Hot! They have a whole scene together where he's super drunk and being really physical with his acting, which I love because he is kinda wet noodle shaped. Hot! He carries Hepburn in his arms while singing Somewhere Over The Rainbow. Hot! He gets punched in the face by Cary Grant. Hot!!! In The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence, we get to see him portray an alternative type of masculinity, opposite John Wayne doing John Wayne. He is even more wet noodle-y, to put emphasis on his incompatibility with the rugged masculinity of the cow-boy, he wears an apron for a lot of the film, again, to blur his masculinity, and he gets shot. Hot! Also he's older here, if that's your thing. Long story short: He's giving librarian chic and The Philadelphia Story made me want to be poly.

Gilbert Roland (Camille, The Cisco Kid movies, The Bad and the Beautiful)—no propaganda submitted beyond pictures below the cut

This is round 2 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

"Here he is next to Grant, in what I believe to be a promotional shot for The Philadelphia Story. Please don't get distracted by Grant (or do, i'm submitting him next)."

"He’s a nice guy and a good guy and deserves all the happiness and joy ever! Classic boy next door/class president kid that everyone loves for real. Stand-up for the Little Guy vibes. With a charming fun side!!"

Link to TCM page submitted for Stewart

"And here he is in colour! From Rope!"

Propaganda for Gilbert Roland:

[dr-astrid-zhang-mccoy]

"Of course I'm serious, I will never joke about t-rexes," Astrid smiled, "the silver is from a billion year old meteorite too, so that you'd know that I love you as much as the vastness of space. I spent a lot of time trying to figure out the perfect ring, because I knew that I wanted it to represent us as a couple."

The Real Zhang-McCoys | Astro

dr-astrid-zhang​:

Astrid had waited for the reaction to her song choice as she walked down the aisle - that had actually been one of the things that she had been most looking forward to. And the ceremony had passed by quickly, and yet at the same time it had felt like them. It was fun and fit them perfectly, and she now was married - to the absolute love of her life. 

“Would it really be our wedding day if I didn’t find a way to incorporate Jurassic Park into it at least twice?” Astrid asked, giggling a little as she looked at up at her husband. “So I walked into the theme………..and the red accent in your ring is made from t-rex bone,” she said with a smile, “So you’ll always have a little bit of my inner t-rex with you always.” 

“Not at all, it would just be another fancy party,” Cisco replied, grinning to his wife. His wife. Thinking it brought a smile to his face but he knew that the newness of saying it was going to be with some grins as well. He looked down at his band and his eyes widened a bit at the factoid Astrid shared with him about the token. “Are you serious?” He grinned, eyes alight back to her before he burst out laughing. “Oh my God, I love you.”

[thebisexualdogdad]

1. “I’m confused— what happened last night? And also, are you naked? Why are you naked?”

Barry Allen and male reader? 🤭

Barry Allen x GN!reader (no pronouns used but male reader leaning)

Sunlight shines through the cracks of your blinds, waking you up with a splitting headache.

Stretching your arms out you hit someones back, realizing you aren't alone.

“Huh?” You mumble to yourself, you didn't remember coming home with anybody last night… but wait a second, these were definitely not your bedsheets.

Looking around the room it occurs to you that this was not your home so where the hell were you and who was lying next to you.

The mystery man rolls over and it's none other than Barry Allen.

You hooked up with Barry Allen.

“Morning Y/N,” he mutters and then his eyes fly open, “Y/N?”

“Uh hey Barry,” you say sitting up in his bed, the bedsheets falling around your bare waist.

“I'm confused- what happened last night? And also, are you naked? Why are you naked?” He questions, shooting upright to notice his clothes are also nowhere to be seen, “why am I naked?”

“Guess that special speedster grade alcohol Cisco made really can get you drunk,” you chuckle awkwardly.

Moments from last night start to flash in Barry's mind, from the two of you drunkenly singing karaoke to you having him pinned up against the outside of the bar sloppily making out to clothing being shed as you stumbled through his apartment with your lips on his neck.

“So we-”

“Yep.”

“I'm so sorry Y/N I don't usually do that sort of thing and it's been so long that I've been drunk that I-” he rambles.

You cut him off with a laugh, “Barry it's okay, I don't regret anything that happened.”

“You don't?” He sighs in relief.

“No I don't,” you assure him, “in fact maybe I can borrow your kitchen to make you breakfast and we can talk about if this was a one time thing or if I can possibly take you on a real date sometime?”

Barry smiles, running his hand through his messy hair, “I'd really like that.”

“Great so how many stacks of pancakes do you need to feed that metabolism of yours? 5? 10?” You tease.

“Better make 15 just to be safe,” he jokes.

“15 stacks of pancakes coming up,” you smile, getting out of his bed to look for your pants.

He tries to be a gentleman and not stare at your naked body but damn did you have a great ass.

He really hopes this wasn't going to be a one time thing.

[amelia-queen-black]

*in Central City, during a fight with a shapeshifter meta, there are suddenly two Olivers face to face*

Barry, in his earpiece: Guys! How can I tell which one’s the real one?

Cisco: Are they both scowling?

Barry: Yes!

Caitlin: Ask a question only Oliver would know.

Barry: What’s your sister’s middle name?

Fake Oliver: Dearden.

Caitlin: Is it right?

Barry: *panicking* I don’t know! You said ask a question only Oliver would know.

Caitlin: *facepalms*

Cisco: That’s not even a good question dude, did you forget how famous the Queens are?

Real Oliver: *sighs and shoots fake Oliver in the shoulder while he fumbles with the bow*

[powpowstuff]

Author's note: Hiya ! Here's another part of Barry's story. It's probably the last part of this one :) I'm sorry it went super sad, I promise the next one will be more cheerful ! xx

You pulled away from the embrace and looked into Barry's eyes. “I don’t know if I can attend the wedding… it would be too… weird.”

Barry nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I totally understand. I mean… to be honest with you, I-...” He sighed, shaking his head. “Nevermind.”

You studied him closely. He was staring at the ground with a deep frown, clearly troubled. You knew him well enough to sense when something was bothering him, and your curiosity was piqued. “Please, Barry, tell me,” you urged gently.

Barry sat down on the floor, leaning his back against the brick wall and pulling his knees close to his chest. He sighed heavily, rubbing his face with his hands. “I feel like… I…” He paused, taking a deep breath. “I feel like a fraud. I feel like I can’t marry Iris if I’m not true to myself and… to you.”

You sat down next to him, confusion etched on your face. “What do you mean, Barry?”

“I need to tell you the real reason behind our break up,” he said, turning to face you with a sorrowful expression.

“I knew there was a real reason behind it!” you exclaimed, feeling a mix of pride for being right and a deep eagerness to finally know the truth.

“The day… We broke up. I went to the future actually, for… something with Cisco. It’s not important. In the future… we… we weren’t together. I was actually married to Iris.” He sighed deeply and leaned his head back against the wall, staring up at the sky. “The day we met wasn’t supposed to happen, Y/N. I met you right after I came back from the Speed Force, and… that wasn’t supposed to happen. Every minute we spent together… it was destroying the timeline. At first, Cisco and I found some anomalies that I thought I could fix, but… it was affecting the timeline too much. I couldn’t save us, so I decided to end our relationship to stop us both from suffering any longer. I thought it would be easier for you to hate me…” He covered his face with his hands, and you suspected he was hiding tears.

You were stunned. He had never stopped loving you; it was just a question of fate, which made it all seem so much more unfair. “So… it’s not about you not wanting to be with me anymore… it’s about fate. We just… can’t be together. But you love Iris, right? I mean, she’s not going to suffer, is she?” you asked, unable to hide your concern for your former best friend.

“Yes, of course. I… I’ve had a crush on her since I was a little kid, it’s just… It’s not the same, and I fear it’s never going to be the same,” Barry sighed, his gaze fixed on the ground as if searching for answers there.

“I know you love me, Barry, and I will always love you too. But for the sake of your future and for the sake of your new life, it’s best if we never see each other again. Maybe then, with enough distance, you can find the peace to let me go and truly live the life you’re meant to have,” you said softly, a tinge of sadness in your voice.

He nodded slowly, still avoiding your gaze. “I know you’re right… Letting you go is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Every fibre of my being aches at the thought of a life without you. You’ve been my heart, my light, my everything. The future may have shown me a different path, but that doesn’t erase the love I have for you, the love we’ve shared. I wake up every day wishing things could be different, that I could hold you and tell you that you’re the only one for me. I know I have to let you go, for your sake, for mine, for the timeline. But it feels like I’m being torn apart. I’ll never stop loving you, Y/N. You’ll always be a part of me, a part that no one else can ever replace. Every moment we spent together, every laugh, every tear, will forever be etched in my heart.”

He finally looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of love, sorrow, and acceptance. You saw the pain etched on his face, mirroring your own. Slowly, he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry for everything,” Barry whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

You placed your hand over his, offering a small, sad smile. “There’s nothing to apologise for, Barry. We did the best we could with the time we had.”

He nodded silently, his thumb caressing your cheek. Neither of you spoke for a while, letting the weight of your final moments together settle between you.

You stood up after some time, swallowing hard as doubts and yearnings battled within you. The impulse to ask Barry to flee with you, to escape from everything, flickered briefly. But reality intervened, could a life together even be possible, especially if he weren’t the Flash?

Barry rose to face you, cupping both your cheeks in his hands. His face hovered inches from yours, his voice a murmur laden with love and regret. "I will always love you," he whispered. "Please, never doubt that." His forehead pressed gently against yours, a bittersweet embrace of your final moments together. His touch, his scent, and the warmth of his presence imprinted themselves on your heart.

Tears welled in your eyes as you came to terms with the painful necessity of letting go. The profound love and connection between you both remained palpable, yet the constraints of fate and duty stood firm.

"Barry," you whispered, voice catching in your throat. "Please… just let me go." His tear-filled eyes met yours, then lingered on your lips, torn between holding on to this moment and releasing you.

In that fragile moment, you wished for a kiss, a final seal of the love you both shared. But instead, Barry stepped back, his gaze filled with sorrow as he looked at you.

"Goodbye, Y/N," he managed, a sincere smile breaking through the pain.

"Goodbye, Barry," you replied, mustering a brave smile through your tears. "Thank you for everything."

With those last words, you turned away from CCPD's rooftop, the place where laughter, lunch dates, secrets, confidences, and kisses had once intertwined with love. Each step away felt heavy with the weight of memories, now etched into the corners of your heart.