𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯.

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private barry allen of dc comics. inspired by various comic runs, animated movies, and the television universes. i won’t stop running — i’m the flash. this is what i do. 

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@flaish​ :          ∗    𝟗𝟏 :      sender holds receiver as they cry .

                    wally thought that he had been getting better at managing the more grisly and unpalatable parts of himself .      he thought ,    maybe ,    he was finally getting a handle on himself ,    on snuffing the constant electrical current that sparked and hummed in his veins     [   a breathing live - wire ,    never calm ,    not really   ] .      as usual ,    he’s wrong ,    apparently .      when he wakes up that morning ,    for the thirty - eighth time ,    is when he first feels that tell - tale lick of hot static ,    and he hopes and he prays it dissipates on its own ,    before he gets up and forgets about it ,    carrying it through the day blindly .      wally runs on borrowed time ,    he always does ,    and it’s only a matter of skipping a step or losing his footing or being tested at the wrong time before it bursts through .      for a second ,    god seems to take some morsel of pity on him ,    because the day is quiet enough that he stays oblivious to the growing ,    ticking bomb that made a home of his chest .

                    he’s with barry when it finally happens .      day crawls into night when they see each other ,    a surprise visit that he normally doesn’t mind and normally takes comfort in ;      it starts out fine ,    for the most part ,    and wally can look past the buzzing underneath his skin as they flip back and forth in idle conversation .      it’s easy .      should be easy .      he doesn’t know what lights his fuse or when it happens      ⎯⎯⎯      but the tension gradually grows ,    and wally can’t help the way that he starts to bristle every time barry opens his mouth ,    and at some point ,    impulse grips him by the back of his neck ,    and suddenly ,    wally is dismantling the calm between them .      voice raises and there is something frenzied to his speech ,    and maybe he only rambles in vexation for a few seconds ,    or maybe it’s a few minutes ,    or maybe it’s a few years ,    but it doesn’t matter .      he can’t stop talking ,    can’t stop moving ,    and every word that falls from his mouth is biting ,    designed to stab and twist ,    lost on him but never softening in their severity .      and then finally comes the time where he actually looks at barry ,    turns on him ,    all over - flowing and crackling energy and mis - directed frustration ,    and when he realizes his anger was not matched ,    that barry was just standing there with that expression on his face ,    the words in wally’s throat      ⎯⎯⎯      whatever they had been      ⎯⎯⎯      die with a screeching halt .      guilt rises and festers in his rib - cage ,    and wally’s stomach drops .

                    《      fuck .      fuck ,    fuck ,    fuck .      》

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[soracities]

We forget and call it healing […] we forgive everything but ourselves.

Evan Knoll, from ‘Blood Makes the Blade Holy’, Muzzle Magazine (via wildfairy)

[oofpoetry]

“If you notice anything, it leads you to notice more and more. And anyway I was so full of energy. I was always running around, looking at this and that. If I stopped the pain was unbearable. If I stopped and thought, maybe the world can’t be saved, the pain was unbearable.”

— Mary Oliver, from “The Moths”

[flaish]

“ Barry! I l’ve missed you! — Ah sorry, was the hug too tight?” Promptly setting Barry down

" death by superman hug — there are worse ways to go. "

[firstfullmoon]

But he did love people; he lived all his life, it seemed, with complete faith in people,

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov, tr. Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky

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inferneal​:

        @flaish​​​ :   “that hurt!”          𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗 :   sparring  prompts.       

              𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐓,  𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃   ━━━   𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒,  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄.    Sweat permeates from the body,  glistening beneath the artificial light they’ve stood under for hours.  Azure eyes never once part from battle;  stupid to let guard down until completed, even as Barry’s struck. Tongue swipes away perspiration forming above the bow of his lip;  mouth dry,  body aching for combat, notwithstanding creeping exhaustion.  CONDITIONING IS RELENTLESS  —  it needs to be in their line of work, he knows, and it’d been too long since he’s trained alongside Barry. He’s too fast for his own good, sometimes;  some situations require more calculation and less speed  …  especially when dealing with a small army.

           ❝  Focus, Flash.  ❞    Breath is saved in lieu of proper speech, opting to focus energy towards fishing out twin Batarangs. It’ll be their last simulation of the evening, and if anything is to be taken from this exercise,  it’s to be able to  finish what you’ve started.  Back foot pivots, offering more momentum as powerful shoulders rear forward and launch his projectiles towards their enemies for this particular exercise  —  in this case, faux Paradamons birthed from Watchtower’s  A.I.    ❝  They’re beginning to thin out,  ❞    he grunts, finally turning his gaze to meet his partner, brows furrowing behind the infamous cowl.    ❝   ━━   Don’t start to get sloppy now.  ❞

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THERE  IS  NEVER  ENOUGH  TIME   ━━━   it takes little for momentum to unravel;  a flash of distracted thought, a shift in gaze to locate a partner in the flames and smoke.    the strike burns against his suit and he comes to a sudden stop, leaning against the wall of the simulation room. dodging several more attacks ( vanishing sidestep to the left, to the right, then back again ), deep breath taken between each movement. barry presses his hand to his abdomen, and his words are met with a reminder to keep going, to keep running.  it’s how he lives;   in flux, in endless motion, more bolt than man when the world needs less warmth and more storm. 

                   come on, barry.

speed without focus is destruction, so he focuses on precision;  a new line of parademons spawn behind bruce, and barry cuts through them, limbs soaring upon impact, a swift disintegration, the simulation particles drifting like snow until there’s nothing left.  AGAIN, HE RUNS  —  picking up speed, arm pulled back, a swing forward, the earth-shattering punch he’s known for. “i leave the rest to you!” he calls out. with a grin, he crosses his arms, leans against the wall, and sips on a juice box to watch the remaining enemies fall. “look at you. so spooky. hey, can we head over to the flash museum after this? could use your eyes on a case.”​ @gothanight​

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lcnterned​:

@flaish​ hit the ♡ - post-battle pains

“Haha!” He laughs boldly, broad shoulders shaking with it before he sways. It’s hard to notice as he hovers in the air but he quickly lowers himself to stand still. He shakes his head and waves a hand. “That was a pretty good shot right?” He says, as his glow DIMINISHES slightly. He is no longer burning VIRIDESCENT, but more a dull, GLAUCOUS hum across his features.

They are in the comfort of his apartment, so he lets himself power down, and COLLAPSES onto his well worn couch. Legs SPRAWL out before him and he shakes his head. There’s a sizable tear in the side of his civilian shirt where a blast burned across him, knocking him momentarily out of the sky before he landed the final blow on the creature. He lays his head back and takes a ragged breath. “Right?” THE WOUND OOZES CRIMSON, THICK AND FAST.

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THEIR BOND IS UNDENIABLE,  AND IT STRETCHES ACROSS THE STARS   —   perhaps this is why fury reaches for barry, blending with darkened fear, the desire to snap bones, and for a man who runs across the globe to let off steam, he can't seem to fix this fast enough. he zooms through the apartment, gathering medical supplies (truthfully, barry is surprised to find the essentials, more than empty beer bottles), lightning crackling along his path. "dumb, dumb, dumb — you should've waited! you wait, i run, we tag-team. simple." back to the couch now, huffing and infuriated, he tends to the flowing wound. "i needed a few more seconds to get through the last line of grunts, that's all i—sorry, i know this hurts like hell."

restoration skills sharpened by watching a bat in his cave, and from far too many of his own close calls. “—damn it, hal. you’re lucky i’ve got fast fingers. this is bad.”

[lcnterned]

Independent, unaffiliated HAL JORDAN / GREEN LANTERN of DC COMICS. Piloted by MURDY (28 they/he). Established 3/01/2022. Mobile Friendly Rules / Ch’s here. Promo Template Credit here.

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Color Meme

Barry Allen, the Flash, in yellow.

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kilfyres​:

         𝐀𝐍𝐃          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄           𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘          𝐀𝐑𝐄   ,           𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄          𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒  .        cracks   in   the   facade  ,          crumbling   alabaster   to   reveal   the   truth ,        as   though   buried   treasure  .        he   is   a   man   haunted  .         a   creature   of   endurance   with   splinters   in   his   lungs ,        ivy   embedded   in   his   throat  .        barry   speaks ,        &       the   stars   uncover   themselves .       a   lot   closer   to   each   other   than   they   thought .      green   eyes   shift   up   to   the   other’s   features        &        drink   in   the   vulnerability ,       melodic   tragedy   to   his   ears .        ❝       i’m   kinda   thinking    we   have   more   in   common   than   you   think ,      but   i’d   be   kinda   freaked   out   if   we   were   too   similar .     ❞        syllables   come   soft  ,       sensing   the   shift   in   the   conversation   he’d   caused ,       as   deft   fingers   work   to   fix   him   up .        pulls   back   momentarily   to   retrieve   bandages   before   returning ,        down   on   his   knees   to   aid   him ,        a   cliff   jump   between  .        i   don’t   want   you   to   be   like   me   for   all   the   tragedy .        what   he   sees   of   barry   he   feels   conflicted   about ,       because   he   cares  .        the   reckless   behaviour   sends   fear   to   his   nerve   endings ,       but   the   musings     &     the   poetry   from   barry’s   lips   have   him   endeared .    i   wish   you’d   met   me   when   i   was   better .         ❝      i   like   hearing   you   talk ,       i   like   that   you   have   your   interests   and   it’s   stuff   i   don’t   know   about .       i   get   that   you   don’t   want   to   get   too   close   because   of   what   you   do   but ,    trust   me   i    get   that     .  .  .       but   i’m   not   gonna   run   away  ,      bar .       i’m   not    gonna      run   away  ,     not   this    time   .    ❞  

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TO  KEEP  A  SECRET  IS  TO  BE  AT  WAR. the desire to connect is a fundamental drive, and what happens when you push against such a core, universal ache is a sort of dying. barry is embarrassed to be so haunted. tell him, his racing mind urges. you're strong enough to protect him, body and soul. if tk is in trouble, he will always come running, it is a promise he made months ago, when he first felt lighter in his presence, and maybe they're safest like this. when their voices are low and the sun is down and there's a wound needing stitching. maybe they're safest when they're touching. "yeah? you do?" words infused with hope, with the possibility of a tomorrow with a nighttime medic. constellations are in his eyes. it's humorous, really; he has punched a humanoid shark, and his brushes with death are well into the double digits by now — he has conquered terror, yet here he trembles, intimacy the eldest of foes and his most formidable opponent. even the famous flash could use more bravery now and then. "i want to take you out," he says, releasing the first set of chains. "on a date." he winces, a spike of pain as the bandage is pressed over his skin. barry chuckles at the environment, this entire circumstance, but his gaze doesn't leave his gentle healer. die for me, he may as well ask, knowing the danger he conjures, but the moment is made of magic, he’s melting, and who makes good decisions at three in the morning, anyway?

[ohisms]

𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 .   (   a  series  of  question - based  starters .  )

❛  how  did  this  happen ?  ❜ ❛  what  are  you  talking  about ?  ❜ ❛  why  didn’t  you  tell  me ?  ❜ ❛  when  will  you  stop  running ?  ❜ ❛  can  i  get  your  number ?  ❜ ❛  did  you  really  think  i’d  never  figure  it  out ?  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  pushing  me  away ?  ❜ ❛  why  should  i  care ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  love  me ?  ❜ ❛  who  did  this  to  you ?  ❜ ❛  why  weren’t  you  there  for  me ?  ❜ ❛  are  you  okay ?  ❜ ❛  why  aren’t  you  dressed  yet ?  ❜ ❛  where  have  you  been ?  ❜ ❛  why  do  you  never  stay  in  the  mornings ?  ❜ ❛  why  don’t  you  ever  stay ?  ❜ ❛  can  you  hear  me ?  ❜ ❛  why  can’t  you  look  me  in  the  eyes ?  ❜ ❛  where  is  this  coming  from ?  ❜ ❛  can  i  kiss  you ?  ❜ ❛  what  aren’t  you  telling  me ?  ❜ ❛  is  there  anything  i  can  do ?  ❜ ❛  are  you  here  to  kill  me ?  ❜ ❛  where  am  i  supposed  to  go ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  wanna  get  out  of  here ?  ❜ ❛  who  sent  you ?  ❜ ❛  can  we  put  this  behind  us ?  ❜ ❛  are  you  looking  for  someone ?  ❜ ❛  who  gave  this  to  you ?  ❜ ❛  who  was  that ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  think  i’m  stupid ?  ❜ ❛  can  you  help  me ?  ❜ ❛  where  is  this  coming  from ?  ❜ ❛  who  am  i  to  you ?  ❜ ❛  why  is  this  so  important to you ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  want  to  come  in ?  ❜ ❛  what  can  i  say  to  fix  this ?  ❜ ❛  did  you  mean  it ?  ❜ ❛  when  did  you  stop  loving  me ?  ❜ ❛  are  you  [ name ] ?  ❜ ❛  why  do  these  things  always  happen  to  me ?  ❜ ❛  who  do  you  think  you  are ?  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  lying  to  me ?  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  here ?  ❜ ❛  why  can’t  you  just  tell  me  the  truth ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  love  me ?  ❜ ❛  why  don’t  you  believe  me ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  think  i  deserve  this ?  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  doing  this ?  ❜ ❛  what  can  i  do ?  ❜ ❛  can  you  walk ?  ❜ ❛  is  there  a  good  ending  for  us ?  ❜ ❛  what  was  i  supposed  to  do ?  ❜ ❛  did  you  ever  love  me ?  ❜ ❛  why  do  you  care ?  ❜ ❛  how  can  i  fix  this ?  ❜ ❛  what  can  i  say  to  make  it  better ?  ❜ ❛  how  can  i  help ?  ❜ ❛  did  i  ever  stand  a  chance ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  trust  me ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  ever  stop  talking ?  ❜ ❛  can  i  come  with  you ?  ❜ ❛  why  would  you  say  that ? ❛  how  have  you  been ?  ❜ ❛  why  can’t  you  just  move  on ?  ❜ ❛  when  will  i  see  you  again ?  ❜ ❛  can  we  talk ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  have  a  minute ?  ❜ ❛  do  we  know  each  other ?  ❜ ❛  can  you  shut  up ?  ❜

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our field placement officer used lois lane and peter parker as cover letter examples and i love her.

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it’s my first day finally going back to school for something that feels right. :’)

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RELATIONSHIP EDITS: 05.   /   HAL & BARRY. ‘poor guy needs something to hang on to, so he’s been staying with me. maybe he’ll find comfort in our friendship. he can always count on that. until the day we die.’

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kilfyres​   /   TK:

          𝐇𝐈𝐒          𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒          𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐍          𝐓𝐎          𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  .        good  at  making  things  better  he  says ,       and  briefly  he’s  transported  back  .        existing  in  a  time  where  all  was  his  fault       -        disappointed  parents ,        failing  education  ,       health  declining  as  he  succumbed  to  a  monster  of  addiction .       all  these  hands  did  was  break  and  damage ,       all  his  mouth  did  was  spit  venom .      for  a  moment  fear  renders  him  still  ,       like  his  touch  will  burn  barry .       who  do  you  think  i  am ?      a  picture  of  a  hero  ?      hardly  him  ,      but  rather  a  collage  of  chaos .       he’s  always  been  good  at  hiding  the  truth .       one  day  barry  will  see  the  truth  of  his  reflection  ,         the  reality  behind  TK ,       and  he’ll  be  gone .        what  border  do  they  even  tread  now ?       barry  speaks  with  the  softness  of  care ,       but  he  doesn’t  know  who  barry  is  under  the  guise  of  darkness .       their  entirety  scares  him .       green  eyes  focus  on  barry’s  neck ,       undeserving  of  meeting  his  eyes ,       and  soft  low  syllables  come  in  return .        ❝      because i  usually  make  things  worse ?      i   know   …     but  i  don’t  know  what  you’re  like  outside  of  here  either .     ❞          a  question ,      imploring  him :      tell  me .  

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THE  WAY  HE  FADES  SO  EASILY  INTO  HIS  OWN  DARKNESS ,  nurturing this pain, the kind of villain that is not exclusive to heroes, makes him ache something blue. he has heard the tales of tk’s destruction but he has never stood in the eye of it. with barry, he is all clear skies and swaying daisies. sun behind the ear. perhaps all they’ve done these last few months is show the best parts of themselves — who are they at their heaviest? you see, we’re volatile little things   /   but i just want you to call me pretty.  ❝  damn it, tk. you know that’s not what i meant. ❞  he lets silence cover them while he sorts through the request, an invitation to bleed in a new way.  ❝  i’m the kind of guy who shared a room with a bunch of stuffed dinosaurs and talked to them about my science fair projects. i’m also the kind of guy that hasn’t changed much since then. still blow the power sometimes. ❞    a light chuckle.  ❝  i don’t go to bars, i talk too fast, and i find it really cool that there are more synapses in the human brain than stars in the milky way galaxy. we... probably don’t have a lot in common. that’s why i stick to the basics with you, i guess. don’t want to scare you off.  ❞  

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hi i think ur cool 🥺

wanna go on a cool date