Wonder Wally "F L A S H"

Music's my life. My guitar is an extension of my soul.....and Star Wars is my bible. [Indie AU punk band guitarist Wally West. NSFW involved. No guarantees of tags or read mores.] (FC Jake Hold. Sideart belongs to avataraandy)

[aroguedeviation]

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster] started followin’ you

“Hm? What is it?”

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster]

“Uh, did you just.....fly?” 

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster]

“Yo, Roytoy!” Without any thought, the ginger left the room Roy had forced him to move into in the expansive suits, waving a piece of paper in the air and looking tousled, sleep-deprived, but excited. There was the loud thumping of his scored feet on the hardwood before Wally skidded into Roy’s room and flopped onto of the drummer cocooned in bed. 

“Roy, Roy, Roy! C’mon Roytoy, get up!” He laughed, giddy as he shook the other redhead. “ROY, I did it! I wrote the single that’s gonna totally bump us onto the billboard!”

@burningarrowofsteel

[burningarrowofsteel-deactivated]

Kaldur was visiting his parents, which meant that Roy had the bed - and the blankets - to himself. Yeah, Kaldur wasn’t as big on being super warm, but Roy at least tried to be considerate. He let out a loud groan and tried to pull the blanket further over his head. But when Wally wanted your attention, it was impossible to ignore.

“Mmm?” He peeked out at Wally, squinting against the light. “Y’ did what now?” he mumbled.

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster]

The ginger huffed, too hyped on his own hyperactive disorder to notice Roy’s groggy state. “Ok, so like I spent the last five days wondering what we’re doing’ wrong that gets us all these great gigs but no recognition, y’know? So I sat and I listened to boy bands- boy bands, Roy!- and I took everything I could think that manes them popular but not pop music because gross- and I totally found the formula and I DID it Roy! I wrote us a catchy, awesome song!!”

Waving the paper in the air, Wally laughed and straddled the drummer as he bounced with excitement. “Now we just need a sing and we’re set! I’d totally ask Jaybird- he owes me all the favors- but I don’t think the Outlaws would be ok if we were famous before them…”

[burningarrowofsteel-deactivated]

Roy rubbed his face, trying to wake himself up. “Wall, we’re a metal band. We isn’t supposed to have recog- what?” What the hell was Wally even talking about? Boy bands, what? He untangled himself from the sheets and pushed his hair back out of his face. It had fallen from his loose, crooked braid. “Wall, easy. You’re a little jumpy this morning. Slow down, w’d you do?”

He managed to snatch the sheet from Wally’s hand. Maybe it was because his eyes were still blurry, but he could only make out about half of what was on it. “I c’n pro’ly talk Little Roy into lending him. Now, if could be the lack of coffee but you been taking your shit?”

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster]

Wally had let the paper go, his wide smile slowly fading as Roy shot him down at each turn. Eventually, he’d even stopped bouncing, his happiness deflated and hopes dashed. If they weren’t trying to make it big, what were they doing? Wally needed money and fame was the way to make a life for himself. It took him a moment to catch up on Roy’s last question because, seriously? Little Roy wasn’t gonna help him after he’d been sleeping casually with Jason--

“Taking my--?” He scowled darkly, turning away from the other ginger. His neck burned with shame and anger. What the hell did Roy think he was trying to make good music for? Did the drummer think he enjoyed mooching off his friend for free and seeing him in a happy relationship whereas Wally could only seem to hop from bed to bed and get an hour of sleep here or there because his ADHD refused to let him rest like a normal person?

 He was so upset, he could only bring himself to speak in a strained, hurt whisper; line of his shoulders tense.

“You know I don’t got the money for ‘em.”

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster]

“A cigarette and no lighter is the worse situation to be in.”

[prefertoimprovise-moved-blog]

"Well hey there, sexy. Stroll around here often?"

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ — “Excuse me?” Was the bland, flat response that reflected perfectly the unimpressed look the blonde wore on her face.    

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster]

Wally held up his hands in a surrendering fashion, but his smile never waned as he chuckled.

“Easy, babe. I didn’t mean any harm, I promise! I probably shoulda introduced myself normally, like Dick told me to.” The ginger had the presence of mind to at least look sheepish about his mistake.

“I’m, ah....a friend of Grayson. He told me you could sing?”

[necroarchived]

We have OTPs and OT3s and BroTPs, but I introduce a new idea to you guys:

     FoeTPs.

     It’s those two people who just perfectly antagonize each other. They’re the epitome of enemies. They’re the two people you just love to watch hate each other. They don’t specifically have to be the hero and the villain, just two people who cannot stand each other, and their mutual distaste makes them so entertaining to observe.

     I feel that we really need this in our lives.

[arpmemething]

BDSM Meme

Send a ♠ if your muse wants to submit to my muse

Send a ♣ if your muse wants to dominate my muse

Send a ♥ if your muse wants to take turn switching with my muse

Send a ♦ if your muse doesn’t care for BDSM and just wants to fuck

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster]

“Yo, Jay!” The ginger hollered out into the night as he caught sight of a familiar jacket, breath puffing as he jogged to catch up with the man. He had his guitar strapped to his back, 100-watt smile in place as he grabbed the man’s shoulder amicably. 

“Dude, why didn’t you stop? I thought we were-” the words died in his mouth as he took a good look at the other man. While they looked eerily similar, this was definitely not the Jayson Todd he knew. Quickly, Wally pulled his hand away. 

Aw, crap. Is this another one of those weird parallel universe things Uncle B’s always warning me about?

“Uh, sorry man. Thought you were someone else.”

@reddeadbird

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster]

///umm....anybody wanna rp? 

[actualdogvines]

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster]

“Yo, Roytoy!” Without any thought, the ginger left the room Roy had forced him to move into in the expansive suits, waving a piece of paper in the air and looking tousled, sleep-deprived, but excited. There was the loud thumping of his scored feet on the hardwood before Wally skidded into Roy’s room and flopped onto of the drummer cocooned in bed. 

“Roy, Roy, Roy! C’mon Roytoy, get up!” He laughed, giddy as he shook the other redhead. “ROY, I did it! I wrote the single that’s gonna totally bump us onto the billboard!”

@burningarrowofsteel

[burningarrowofsteel-deactivated]

Kaldur was visiting his parents, which meant that Roy had the bed - and the blankets - to himself. Yeah, Kaldur wasn’t as big on being super warm, but Roy at least tried to be considerate. He let out a loud groan and tried to pull the blanket further over his head. But when Wally wanted your attention, it was impossible to ignore.

“Mmm?” He peeked out at Wally, squinting against the light. “Y’ did what now?” he mumbled.

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster]

The ginger huffed, too hyped on his own hyperactive disorder to notice Roy’s groggy state. “Ok, so like I spent the last five days wondering what we’re doing’ wrong that gets us all these great gigs but no recognition, y’know? So I sat and I listened to boy bands- boy bands, Roy!- and I took everything I could think that manes them popular but not pop music because gross- and I totally found the formula and I DID it Roy! I wrote us a catchy, awesome song!!”

Waving the paper in the air, Wally laughed and straddled the drummer as he bounced with excitement. “Now we just need a sing and we’re set! I’d totally ask Jaybird- he owes me all the favors- but I don’t think the Outlaws would be ok if we were famous before them...”

[bulkbinbox]

jake hold

[manyfaceddog]

Jake Hold

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster]

“Yo, Roytoy!” Without any thought, the ginger left the room Roy had forced him to move into in the expansive suits, waving a piece of paper in the air and looking tousled, sleep-deprived, but excited. There was the loud thumping of his scored feet on the hardwood before Wally skidded into Roy’s room and flopped onto of the drummer cocooned in bed. 

“Roy, Roy, Roy! C’mon Roytoy, get up!” He laughed, giddy as he shook the other redhead. “ROY, I did it! I wrote the single that’s gonna totally bump us onto the billboard!”

@burningarrowofsteel

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster]

“Well hello, folks! Autographs?” He smirks as he toys with his lip ring.

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster]

“What’s with all the spandex and capes lately? You’d think superheroes were trying to form a boyband with how many there are runnin’ around lately.“

....

“Aw shit. If they’re competition,the band’s gonna be pissed.”

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster]

// Guess who’s back, ladies and gents? ;D

[iamyourreckoning]

-boops mask-

Bane calmly moved his hand down. “….Please do not.”

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster]

"Been?" the smile on his face faltered and became a little strained. "Just…making money however I could. Roy let me stay in his guest room but I felt crappy mooching….So I’ve kinda been in and out of the B-rooms in Bludhaven." He really was too ashamed to say the word brothel.

[iamyourreckoning]

"The B-rooms?" Bane asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster]

Rubbing the back of his neck, Wally felt the shame crawl over his skin as he looked away. “The-uh....the brothels...” he said in a low voice.