#the flashfam was right there

[byfulcrums]

i just saw a “what dc superhero family would you want to be a part of?” poll and the batfamily won. the batfamily

[theflashjaygarrick]

the tragic part about loving any non-blue eyed dc character is that at some point they will inexplicably give them blue eyes.

[birdies-aus]

aahh brrrr my hand started hurting when i was doing the line art for this so its very rushed bc i didnt wanna wait to finish it later or soemthinf

but !!! foxies gotten me in a lil dadflash mood now so have some father son hugs from my little mermaid au ..

[sinigangrobot]

At long last I've remembered to post this one. It's been done for a while I just keep forgetting to share.

Aside: I'm thinking of reopening commissions but I have a big university event coming up that I need to attend for my capstone project and because of that + other November events I'm probably actually not going to open comms anytime soon but I guess it's one of those things we'll have to wait and see--I do still owe some friends some art so I also have to finish that before opening my comms here.

[junespriince]

That bartender is kinda cute right? Au

Kori and Dick, sitting at a bar getting a drink: *talking about their siblings bs they put up with and flirting with the bartender*

Wally, the bartender making drinks: ah, sucks, I can't relate only child. *Literally dodging Bart attacks, Ace calling out for his bullshit, Thad telling him to kill himself, don and dawn getting to the age they're embarrassed to be around him, and the other speedsters just causing him headaches he turned to being an bartender to get away from them and Kyle his roommate* yeah, can't relate but have you tried locking them into a closet?

Dick: ... Are you sure you can't relate to this?

[twinsunsintatooine]

big thoughts about flashfam as f1 drivers rn…my two worlds colliding

[radioactive-earthshine]

I love how between Bart and his brothers it opens for some literal sphinx level prophecy parameter shit such as; when the youngest is the oldest (Thad) and the oldest is the youngest (Bart) and the half brother is also the oldest come together a writer at DC finally knows that they are are doing and it honestly should happen.

[blackbatcass]

OF COURSE THE RESIDENT WAS LINDA THE WHOLE TIME OF COURSE IT WAS!!!! WHO ELSE WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO FIND WALLY IN EVERY PLANE OF EXISTENCE??

[dailydccomics]

Iris kept her foot on Barry's neck lmao The Flash #109-111

[fandom-hoard]

We’ve talked about how almost every Bat has a designated Kryptonian (Dick and Bruce share Clark, and Cass and Duke are still waiting on theirs, but still)

But now that I’m looking into Speedsters, it seems like most of them have their own designated Bat. Bart has Tim, Wally has Dick, and Barry has Bruce.

There’s more speedsters though, yeah? Do they have Bats? Do they need a Bat?

[corner-stories]

hand-me-downs

Irey West. Wally West. Bart Allen. morning routines. breakfast. vintage clothing. 1408 words. (ao3.)

It was a truth universally acknowledged that mornings at the West-Park household were never anything but hectic — whether the chaos stemmed from a slept-through alarm or from someone wanting extra time in the bathroom.

Speaking of which, Irey West found it particularly hard to finish brushing her hair while her brother knocked on the bathroom door. Judging by the heavy sound of each knock, she guessed that he had utilized the trusty lacrosse stick left on the clutter in the hallway. 

Which was strange, because no one in the house actually played lacrosse. 

“Irey, no fair!” came Jai’s voice from behind the locked door. “You can’t hog the bathroom every morning!” 

Irey rolled her eyes as she proceeded to tie her hair into a ponytail. 

Soon enough, the rampant knocking stopped and Irey heard her father’s voice from behind the door. 

“Hey, buddy! Come on, help us make breakfast.” 

Irey chuckled before finishing her routine and leaving the bathroom. After heading down the stairs she came to the kitchen to see her mother, father, and a very annoyed Jai working in the kitchen. 

Wally was in the midst of cooking several speedster-sized servings of eggs and bacon at the stove, Linda was packing turkey sandwiches into two separate lunch boxes, and Jai was buttering toast while giving his sister a death glare.

As per usual, Irey walked up to her father at the stove and began helping with the scrambled eggs. Even at the tender age of thirteen, she was getting quite good getting the texture just right. 

“Why do you always take so long, Irey?” Jai asked, annoyed. “I don’t get it, you never did that before.”

“You’d get it if Tracey Jenkins started spreading rumors about you,” Irey replied as she stirred the eggs with a rubber spatula.

With a slight frown on her face, Irey wondered which one of her classmate’s past insults had hurt the most. The time she asked if the West-Park family owned a bar of soap? Or the time Tracey joked that Irey had to share a toothbrush with her brother? 

Her teacher moving her seat to the back of the class helped, but it couldn’t prevent Irey from seeing Tracey in the hallways. It didn’t help that their lockers were inconveniently close to each other. 

“Is she still bothering you?” asked Linda from the other side of the kitchen. “I thought we talked to her parents already.” 

“It’s fine, Mom, Tracey’s just being a big stupid bit—” Irey started, then suddenly stopped. She looked to the side and met her father’s gaze. 

Wally looked comically intrigued as he anticipated how his daughter would end her sentence. 

“I mean, she’s not being nice,” Irey soon corrected, which caused her father to smile, amused. 

“Good save.” 

After a few moments of synchronized egg scrambling, bacon frying, toast buttering, and turkey sandwich packing, the back door leading into the kitchen opened. As per usual, Bart Allen entered the West-Park household with his backpack slung over his shoulder and his smile exuding the energy of a beagle who just found a bone buried in the backyard. 

“Good morning, y’all!”

Ever since Bart started doing drop-offs, Irey wondered if she should start playing sitcom music every time he came by the house. At the same time, she also wondered if the nights she spent watching reruns of That’s So Raven with her father were starting to affect how she viewed the world. 

“Morning!” greeted Linda as she slipped a third turkey sandwich into her son’s lunchbox. “Can you help Jai butter toast?” 

Bart shrugged, but managed to do what he was told. He slipped off his backpack and quickly rummaged through it, pulling out what looked to be a pillowcase containing a few items. He then tapped Irey on the shoulder and handed her the sack.

“Yo, Baby Red, Jesse told me to give these to you.” 

After quickly plating the scrambled eggs, Irey turned off the stove and turned around to accept the pillowcase. Despite seeing Bart hand a similar bag to Jai last week, opening the case to see various articles of clothing had caught her by surprise. 

“More hand-me-downs?” 

“Yeah, she visited her mother’s last week and found ‘em in storage,” Bart explained as he walked up to Jai. “She thought you’d like them.” 

“Now that’s super nice of her,” said Wally, gently nudging his daughter. “What do you say, Irey?”

Now slightly distracted, Irey went to the kitchen island and sat on one of the stools. She rummaged through the clothes, most of which seemed to be old t-shirts and a few plaid button-fronts. Irey could even recall seeing the old striped Mets jersey in the photographs framed in Aunt Jesse’s house. 

Some of the clothes seemed to be in Irey’s size while others weren’t — one of which seemed to be a light blue denim jacket hidden at the bottom of the sack. At the rate Irey was growing, it would be about two or three years before she actually could actually wear it. 

“Thank you,” Irey said plainly, keeping her eyes on the worn jacket. 

As Bart buttered toast, he looked to his little ginger cousin and was immediately able to read between the lines (which for him wasn’t usually that easy).

“You don’t like ‘em,” Bart immediately deduced. 

Irey was quick to shake her head. “No, no! They’re nice!” 

She tried her best to shake the image currently trapped in her head — one that depicted Tracey Jenkins laughing at how Irey dressed as well as she could brush her hair. Irey didn’t know what to do if said image ever became a reality, as she certainly didn’t want to be punished for throwing Tracey’s pencil case out the window for a third time. 

“Is that little mouthy kid giving you shit again?” asked Bart, which earned a slight glare from Linda. “Want me to talk to her for ya?”

For comical effect, he put down the bread and butter and cracked the knuckles on his hand. It would have been intimidating had it come from anyone but the gangly, mop-headed teenager who walked into a glass door last week. At least Jai got a good laugh out of it. 

“Yes, Bart, we’d love for you to throw hands with a thirteen-year-old,” Wally chimed in with his signature snark. After finishing the bacon, he walked to the island and placed the food on a platter. 

He then put a gentle hand on his daughter’s shoulder and said — “Honey, listen — if Tracey Jenkins keeps bothering you then we’ll just talk with her parents again, okay?” 

Irey took in a breath, but nodded along. “Okay.”

Eventually, Linda finished filling her childrens’ lunchboxes and approached the kitchen island.

“Yes, and in the meantime how about we wash these tonight and send you to school tomorrow looking nice?” she offered, affectionately ruffling Irey’s hair. 

Irey took in a few breaths as she put the clothes back in the sack. The sense of unease was still present inside of her, collecting in her stomach like a kind of sickness she couldn’t put a name to. But somehow, the feeling of her father’s kind touch and the sight of her mother’s warm gaze told her that everything would be fine. 

“Alright,” Irey decided, then put the bag of clothes aside. “Thank you.” 

Wally pressed a quick kiss to his daughter’s cheek, something she reacted to with a plain, unbothered expression. She was fairly used to the gesture by now, but deep down it still meant the world to her. 

“Great, now let’s eat,” said the patriarch of the West-Park household. 

And with that said, Jai and Bart brought the plate of buttered toast to the table and joined the other three. As per usual, the family fell into their usual roles during breakfast — Linda drizzled hot sauce onto her eggs, Jai cut his toast into perfectly proportioned triangles, Irey poured herself some orange juice, and Wally smacked Bart’s hand to prevent the teenager from wolfing down the bacon too soon. 

As everyone enjoyed their breakfast, Irey noticed her mother peering into the pillowcase of hand-me-downs left sitting on one of the chairs.

“Hey, Jai, don’t you wanna take a look in here?” asked Linda. 

Jai focused only on his triangular toast and shook his head. “I’ll pass, Aunt Jesse dresses like shit.” 

And to that, Irey nearly spat out her orange juice and stifled a laugh. 

[kermit-coded]

so we're none of you gonna tell me that grandpa max was a gilf or what?

[chewingbatmanlikeasqueakytoy]

Danny should absolutely rip on the Flashes

Realistically, Danny meeting the flashes and having any of them deny the existence of magic/saying "magic is just science we don't understand yet" should be met with ENDLESS mockery. Like come on The flashfam WORKS with gods, magic users, some of the JL/JLD are literally demons and ghosts. Diana/WW was MADE FROM CLAY in some canons!

Scepticism on that level should ABSOLUTELY be met with "I didn't know the Justice League worked with flat earthers" Type scorn. The burns should be third degree. The fatalities wide spread. No one who lives in a world with that much evidence of magic should be allowed to carry "magic isn't real" as an opinion and not be derided for having their head in the sand. As I understand it the scepticism comes out of the flash comics from like, the 60-80's which fair but the other heroes stories had to accommodate for each other when the crossovers started happening so I feel it's only fair to have men of logic like the flashes (so many of them are scientists of some type right?) deduce that yeah magic has to be real ESPECIALLY - When any of the magic users, ANY OF THEM - Could respond with a very simple: "Magic is science you don't understand." "What?" "I understand exactly what I'm doing. I understand exactly what I need to do to get repeat results, and I understand what not to mix not to get undesirable results. What about that implies a lack of understanding? Magic isn't something WE don't understand, magic is something you don't understand."

I enjoy the idea of the flashes being sceptics, I actually enjoy it a lot. Sceptics are very necessary to any narrative, but honestly the magic users deserve a chance to call them out because really having someone call your life's work and very real craft 'not real' 'hoaxes' and essentially parade it around as something they could come to understand better than you if they just looked into it but have made no effort to would be enough to make anyone break their teeth from clenching their jaw so hard.

Essentially early days flashes as sceptics makes total sense. The flashes continuing to have "magic isn't real" as an opinion for too long into the story gives them Flat Earther Level Intellect.

[anissapierce]

Wht mick n len having going on across canons is so gay ....

[junespriince]

Ace, pan: My momma told me to Love who I love.

Bart, demi: Grandma told me love is blind.

Wally, bi: Kyle called me a slur.

[zeroducks-2]

I’m sorry, I’ve just begun to read more of the “flashfam” recently but JAY AND JOAN KICK BART OUT OF THEIR HOUSE??? WHEN THEY GET A BIO DAUGHTER????

i know right? I reacted the same way when I found out. The "flashfam" IS NOT as wholesome and unproblematic as people describe it AT ALL, there's fucked up dynamics all over the place but this one was straight up outrageous and out of character for everyone involved.

I'm going to have to tag @radioactive-earthshine who's our local Bart Allen superexpert for more context (I hope you don't mind Orla)