Run, Barry, run

away from that weird fangirl from another timeline.

[speechlessbuthopeful]

The never ending fued

I’m a Westallen shipper who believes that not all Snowbarry shippers are racist.

Because not all of them are. Why spread more hate, we already have too much of it ????

Oh yeah and Yes. I’m black.

[theultimatea]

Thank you. Honestly. As someone who ships neither WA nor SB I needed this.

[barrylette]

reblog if you miss julian albert desmond

[spaceoperetta]

Marlize: I’m leaving you, Clifford

Me: yes bitch YES BITCH

[flaminghair02]

Not to be controversial but DC movies would be 10x better if the majority of film makers actually understood the character they were making

Apart from the Lego Batman movie because they nailed that

[iriswestsallen]

yellow + purple lightning  💜⚡❤️

[themysciralore]

WestAllen:

Me:

[flashallens]

[ralphdibnygifs]

They are mine!

[tylerposey]

Don’t go getting all soft on me now, rookie.

[xswestallen]

You are one of the more positive bloggers who isn't constantly trashing the show. I like how your critique without hating. That's why I like hearing your opinion the most. What do you think the show needs to do to improve for next season?

Thanks! Here’s what I hope the show does in the future:

Pace the main villain storyline of the season better. Most fans agree that Savitar was introduced too late. Devoe is seems was introduced too so, that’s why we’re still seeing filler episodes as late in the season as episode 17. Season 1 and 2 were excellently paced.

Another note on pacing, I don’t know if the Mayor is relevant in her stopping Barry from returning to his work as a CSI and she’s part of Devoe’s plan or if that’s just an excuse the writer’s came up with to not show Barry at work. If it’s the former, they really need to get a move on with her storyline because right now, it feels so random. 

Give the main villain a clear motivation. Reverse-Flash wanted to get back to his time, Zoom wanted to be the only speedster. Savitar’s motivation wasn’t made clear until the last three episode of season 3, and even then it was shaky. He wanted to continue existing, makes sense. But he also somehow wanted to be god? At this point in season 4, we still don’t really know what Devoe wants. Devoe has some kind of enlightenment planned because he cares so much about intellectual achievements????

MAKE THE SHOW ABOUT THE MAIN CHARACTER! It’s The Flash, not The Elongated Man. The writers forgot that this season. Character development for the main cast was thrown out the window. They hardly even let the main characters take on bad guys this season. They sidelined Vibe, Frost, Kid Flash, Joe, and even The Flash in order to force Ralph into the limelight. The characters we’ve loved for season after season were mere supporting characters in Ralph’s story, instead of the other way around. The reason so many people hate Ralph is because he was shoved down our throats at the expense of getting to see the characters we know and love. Half the episode this season read more like a backdoor Pilot for a Ralph show than an episode of The Flash.

 AND RALPH HAD THE SAME FUCKING OBSTACLE TO OVERCOME IN LIKE 6 EPISODES!!!!!! If they had to force him on us, they could have at least written a few different plots for him. No, instead they had him question if he’s fit to be a hero, quit the team, and then rejoin the team after a pep talk. It’s so stale it makes me want to vomit.

Let the characters have conversations that don’t center around Ralph. Seriously, have Barry and Iris talked about anything but Ralph since 4x17? I don’t think so.

Let Barry express emotions that don’t center around Ralph. Barry wasn’t able to cope with his wrongful imprisonment, release, and struggle with the community still thinking he’s guilty, why? Because instead he had to be worried about Ralph being a target of Devoe’s. Barry wasn’t able to 

Create more threatening villains of the week. The season started out strong in that regard. Killgore, Becky, Black Bison, and Dwarf-Star all had useful powers that it’s easy to see why they were a challenge for the team to capture. But Amunet’s and Null’s powers are so mind numbingly stupid, it’s hard to believe that Barry would have struggled fighting them in one of the series’ first episodes, let alone now, as he’s so much more powerful and has 3 superheros who could help him out, plus a bunch of regular people helping him too!

We like a light tone, but don’t make it so light that it’s filled with jokes most elementary school kids would find funny. (Episode 17 was filled with the most immature, unfunny jokes.)

This season isn’t bad. There’s actually been a lot of great stuff. But if they don’t fix these major flaws, the show will only decline, both in quality and viewership. 

[linklyshow-deactivated20200718]

Mr.Allen comes in many uhhhh Barryations

[batmanarkhamanarchy]

Me, talking about Batman

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Me, talking about The Music Meister

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[potionbydjo]

we truly do not deserve barry allen

[writing-yj]

Blue Beetle x Reader: Apologized Too Late

Requested by the lovely @aerodynamic-occamy !

21. You think no one cares!? I care!

28. If you want to leave, just do it. The door is over there.

Word Count: 1986

Warnings: Death, blood, description of injuries, A N G S T

A/n: I wrote this basically in 1-3 sittings; I started it this morning and I flew with it. I hope you like it, m’dear!

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[maryenette-writes]

I Need You [Tim Drake x Reader]

Anon requested: “okay but can you please fuck me up with some angsty 31, 27, and 9 with my boy Tim Drake? Please?”

A/N: Holy…. okay this combination is… omg okay I’ll try not to make myself cry

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Warning: Death

Word Count: 1399

Prompt 9: “You walk out of that door and I’m not gonna be here waiting for your ass to come back.”

Prompt 27: “You keep hurting me and I just keep coming back to you.“

Prompt 31: “Sometimes you don’t get what you want in life, and you know what? That’s okay.”

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You hated it; all the lonely nights in a cold bed, the fear that wrapped around your heart every single night, the sinking feeling of being ignored, the disgusting injuries and nauseous smell of blood.

You loved Tim, you loved him more than words could explain. What you didn’t love was the fact that his life seemed to be complete without you. Sure, he claimed to love you with all his heart, but where was he? If he wasn’t out being a hero and saving lives, he was whisked away by the amount of work he had. It was an endless cycle and you wondered if he ever considered putting you, his girlfriend, into the picture.

You tolerated it. You were patient and you waited, and waited, and waited. No matter how much it pained you, you kept waiting like a lovesick fool. Perhaps you were some lovesick fool to stay with someone who sometimes didn’t even bat an eye at you.

And then one day, you finally snapped.

“Hey Timmy.” you said cheerfully when he entered the apartment in a hurry. However, all you felt was a rush of wind as he shuffled past you. “Tim?”

“Not now, I’m late for patrol.” he muttered quickly, hastily changing into his costume. 

Now, you were already upset. However, he had ignored you all day–again–and he didn’t even offer a greeting.

That was when it all came pouring out.

“You’re always patrolling!” you blurted out, stomping your foot. Tim, who had just finished putting his costume on, froze as his eyes widened in shock. You never shouted at him before.

“What–”

“I hate this, Tim!” you continued, “I hate being the least of your worries! Every night, I go to sleep alone and every morning I wake up to an empty bed! And you know how scared I am each time that happens? I don’t know whether you left for work already or you never returned from patrol, because you don’t even bother to leave a note, or send a simple text saying you’re okay!” By the end of it you had tears of frustration running down your face. “You know, you keep hurting me and I just keep coming back to you, and frankly I don’t know how much more pain I could take!”

Tim frowned. Usually he would be consoling you and apologizing, but he had been having a rough time too. He was on multiple cases that seemed to only lead to a dead end and the crime rate was at its peak. He was frustrated as well.

“Look, can we talk about this after my patrol?” he sighed, already sliding the balcony door open. He wasn’t even waiting for an answer.

His impatience and attitude towards your outburst only fueled your anger, and so you hissed, “You walk out of that door and I’m not gonna be here waiting for your ass to come back.”

For the second time that night, Tim froze. He stood on the balcony, staring at you as if you had killed someone. 

“W-What? [F/N], no.” He shook his head in denial. He had not just heard you threaten him with that.

“Make up your mind.” you challenged, crossing your arms. “Well?”

“[F/N], you’re being irrational right now.” Tim warned. He opened his mouth to say something else, but there were police sirens in the distance, and Tim spun around, his body facing the direction the noise came from.

Someone needed his help.

“Tim, are you seriously–”

“[F/N], can we please talk about this when I get home?” Tim said quickly. “Someone is in trouble. Please, I promise we’ll talk.”

You released a breath of defeat and hung your head low. Although you were angry, you couldn’t deny that there was someone out there who could by dying right now. Gotham needed him.

“Fine. Go.” you said quietly.

“[F/N]–”

“No. Just go.” You said in a defeated voice, your voice cracking at the end of the statement. Tim looked at you sadly before dashing to you and giving you a peck on the lips, the first kiss he had given you in a very long time.

And just like that, you were a lovesick fool again.

“Someone needs me right now.” Tim whispered when he pulled away. “I’ll be back.”

As you watched him go, you mumbled weakly, “but I need you too.”

It happened so fast.

You didn’t know how that monster knew about you, but that wasn’t what mattered right now. 

You need to run. 

You need help.

You need him.

But he was gone. He was out saving Gotham.

You couldn’t even find the courage to scream when it struck you.

When Tim returned to the apartment, he was tired, but he was also worried about you. You seemed furious with him, and understandably so. He hadn’t been a very good partner lately, but he loved you. He loved you more than his poor heart could take, so he was going to do anything he could to make it work.

He had gone over hundreds of scenarios and possibilities in his head, but he never expected to see you on the floor, blood surrounding you and splattered on the walls when he entered the apartment.

No words could describe the shock and utter despair and fear he felt. He rushed to your side, lifting you onto his lap with shaky hands.

“[F/N]? Oh god. [F/N]! [F/N], open your eyes! Please!” Tim cried, trying desperately to get you to regain consciousness. He had tears in his eyes, staining his cowl.

“Please, please wake up.” he pleaded, his voice expressing the pain he was feeling.

“T-Tim?” He gasped when he heard your breathless voice.

“[F/N]! I’m here. I’m here.” Tim said, cradling your face with his hands. “I’m here. I’m not going to leave you, I should have never left. Oh god…”

“Tim… Tim you have to listen to me…” you murmured, your voice small and feeble. It broke his heart.

“No, you have to save your strength! I’ll get help–”

“No… Timmy… I-I’m not going to make it.” you choked. Tim shook his head madly.

“Don’t! Don’t say that, you’re going to make it!” he protested, clearly in denial. You sighed and, with all your strength, you lifted your hand and tucked on the fabric covering his face. Quickly, he removed the cowl.

The sight would’ve broke anyone’s heart. His eyes were red and glistened with tears. His lips were wobbling and he was sniffing as he struggled to control his tears.

“Tim… I-I love you.”

“I-I love you too.” Tim sobbed, holding your hand like his life depended on it. The tears wouldn’t stop.

“Shh… Tim, don’t cry.” you cooed, bringing a hand up to wipe his tears even when it took everything you had.

“Please don’t leave me.” Tim begged tearfully, “I-I need you [F/N].”

You smiled gently at him, your eyes showing so much love and affection. There was no trace of the anger you held for him before, and it only made him cry even harder. 

“Sometimes you don’t get what you want in life, and you know what? That’s okay. You’re… you are strong Tim. You are my hero, my Timmy. You’re going to get through this.”

Tim shook his head. “No. I can’t. Not without you.” He was choking up. He could barely see you with how blurry his vision was.

“You can…” You closed your eyes slowly. “You… must…” Your hand went limp and dropped to the floor.

“[F/N]?” There was no response. “[F/N]?! No… please, no, you can’t–please! Please! I beg you! [F/N]!!!”

Tim brought your body into his arms and cried, not caring if he got your blood on his clothes. He held you tightly and refused to let you go, because he couldn’t. He lost too many people in his life, he couldn’t lose you too.

But he did, and in his own home out of all the places. He couldn’t help but think that it was his fault. This wouldn’t have happened if he had listened to you and stayed, if he was there to protect you. 

Tim had saved countless lives. He was always there when people needed him.

Yet the one person who he failed to save, who he failed to be there for when needed, just had to be you.

[maryenette-writes]

Come Back [Dick Grayson x Batsis]

Anonymous requested: “can we have a villain!dick grayson x reader one plz? ur writing is amazing also”

A/N: okay so I know this is a villain!dick grayson x reader but I also got a request for some batsis angst so I thought, ‘why not combine the two?’ This is the result~ 

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Sister!Reader

Warnings: death, betrayal, tbh OOC Dick Grayson

Word Count: 1197

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“[S/H/N], there’s been another attack,” your brother Tim informed solemnly, “it’s the same as the others.”

You stopped in your tracks on top of a high building. Pressing the comm closer into your ear, you asked, “are you sure?”

After a tense silence, you got your answer, “I’m certain.”

With a sigh of melancholy, you acknowledged the information and requested a location. You had to catch the attacker this time. You couldn’t let him get away, not again. You couldn’t disappoint everyone.

After Tim gave you the necessary information, you set out to the location. As you dashed in the darkness, your mind raced to formulate an appropriate plan. You had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to fight him. You had sweat dripping down your forehead, not from the run but from your jumbled-up emotions.

“[F/N],” you heard Tim whisper. If it wasn’t the tone of voice that gave it away, you knew he was serious by the use of your civilian name in a crucial mission.

“Yeah?”

“Be careful.”

You closed your eyes momentarily, recalling when times were simpler, before everything turned for the worse. It seemed so long ago.

“Yeah, I know…” you murmured, “and… Tim?” he hummed in response, “you tell everyone that I love them, alright?”

There was a pause, then, “alright, but you better come back.”

You smiled slightly but that faded entirely when you arrived at the scene.

The whole street had been turned upside down. There were clearly sites of explosions, cars burning and bodies littered everywhere. Among them, Catwoman and Poison Ivy were struggling desperately to get up. They were helping each other, glaring at the opponent standing proudly looking down on them.

You stared at the scene in despair. You had seen something like this, it became familiar to you after several attacks but it always had such an impact on you, mostly because you knew exactly who was behind it. In fact, everybody did.

You saw an attack coming towards the injured women who were actually trying to save the innocent civilians and you reacted, defending them in a flash. You blocked the sword with your escrima sticks and stared right into the eyes of your enemy.

His eyes widened, but his lips then arched into a smirk as he jumped back, swinging his sword playfully as he scanned you.

“You look well, [S/H/N].”

“As do you,” you responded, motioning for the ladies behind you to get to safety. When you knew you two were alone, you said, “this is a bit much, don’t you think?”

“Much?” he laughed, “no, it’s not. In fact, it’s not enough.”

“And when will it be enough?” you demanded, “when you level the whole city?”

“If that’s what it takes to draw the big bad bat out, then yes,” he scoffed.

You gave him a look of disbelief and disappointment. “You’re better than this, you know you are.”

He raised his eyebrows questionably, “and how would you know me better than I know myself?”

“Because I’m your sister,” you answered, “I’ve been with you ever since you were a child. I know you better than I know myself. You’re not like this.”

Dick rolled his eyes at your speech. “If you know me so well, you would understand why I’m doing this.”

You swallowed, gripping the escrima sticks tighter. After he had left, you decided to use his weapons to fight instead.

“Dad did what he thought was right, what he always thought was right,” you said quietly, “and you always understood, remember? You understood his reasoning and morals–”

“That was before he let the Joker get away for murdering hundreds of children!” Dick exclaimed furiously, swinging his sword in anger.

“And you think murdering innocent civilians is the answer?” you cried, “look around you Dick! Look at what you’ve done, what you’ve become.”

Dick shook his head. “Bruce has to pay. These people, their deaths are necessary to bring him out. Their deaths are nothing compared to all the deaths Bruce would’ve prevented if he had taken care of all the killers in this city.”

“But… in doing so, you’re the killer,” you muttered, looking at him with unmatched sadness.

“If that is what it takes, then so be it,” he murmured, “and if you get in my way,” he pointed the sword at you, “I’ll take you down too.”

You gritted your teeth and got into position, ignoring the tears forming in your eyes. “Then so be it.”

After a moment of hesitation on both sides, you attacked, swinging the sticks as if they were extensions of your arms. Dick retaliated with deadly precision, dodging your attacks and swinging the sword skillfully at you. Between you and him, there had always been no winners and losers. You were both equally matched in every sparring session you two underwent.

But the difference now was, now one of you was trying to kill the other.

Eventually, you got the upper hand. You kneed him right in the face, sending him staggering back. He had sustained wounds from his previous fight with Catwoman and Poison Ivy, so he wasn’t at his best condition but you were. You raised your escrima stick to deliver a fatal blow to his head but at that crucial moment, you didn’t see the villain he had become. Instead, you saw your little brother, the young, carefree, charismatic person you had grown up with. You couldn’t hurt him.

You just couldn’t.

That hesitation was your mistake.

Dick saw his window of opportunity and reacted purely on instinct. He took his sword and drove it right through your chest before he could think the action through. Your eyes widened in shock and your grip loosened, your weapons dropping onto the pavement below.

You heard Dick’s audible gasp and he quickly pulled the sword out of you, catching you as you fell. You could already feel yourself losing consciousness.

“Why… why did you hesitate?” he demanded weakly, his voice wavering. He was holding you tightly, just like he used to do before he turned against everyone.

“B-Because…” you breathed, “you’re my brother.” Your voice cracked, not only from your growing exhaustion but because of the lump in your throat, for you knew what was happening.

“It wasn’t–” Dick took a sudden breath, “you weren’t supposed to be hurt. Not you.”

Your heart broke at that voice. It was the voice he always had when he was trying to hold his tears. Somewhere beneath that tough facade he had put up, you had always known he cared. He cared yet he was angry, and that anger led him down a dark path.

With the last bit of strength you could muster up, you brought your hand up to gently caress his cheek.

“Dick…” you murmured into his ear, “you have to… go home,” you struggled to breathe, “you have to come back, please,” you begged him.

“I-I can’t–”

“Please… come back…” your vision darkened and you knew your time was up, but before you slipped into darkness you managed to say it again.

“Come back to us…”

You could’ve sworn you heard Dick’s unmistakable sob.

[writing-yj]

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. A+ m'dear, A+! This is amazing! 110%! Worthy of a 4.5 GPA!

[writing-yj]

Robin x Reader: The Bird Tattoo~Part Twelve (Soulmate AU)

A/n: Get ready for some hardcore angst! The whole thing is a little choppy in my opinion, but we’ll see how it goes. Have fun!

WARNING: Blood/Gore

Pain. It was the only thing you felt when your eyes abruptly opened. Every movement caused some sort of pain, even moving your eyebrows, so you didn’t move for who knows how long. You looked down slightly and saw that half of your costume was burned, as was a lot of your skin. Your face went mostly unharmed, luckily not burned, but you started to cry when you saw that your tattoo was burned. 

     You continued to cry as you started to move. A little bit of moonlight filtered through some cracks up high, so you headed in that direction. You technically weren’t even walking, just dragging yourself along the rubble to stay standing. If you fell back down, there would be little to no chance of you getting out. 

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