KEYSTONE'S FINEST.

[preshfinn]

realllly quick doodle of two ginger boys

[gotspeedforce-blog]

     he’s going to die. that’s it― end of the line, folks  !  wally wonders if they’ll put out a statue of him in the center of keystone. maybe a wax figure  ?  hopefully one that actually looks like him and not some dollar store tussauds imitation. it’s his stomach that shakes him from his fantasies, grumbling loudly amongst the city noise. he’s been here for hours   (   read: twenty minutes   )   and the line hasn’t even budged. was the universe conspiring against him  ?  ‘cause shit like this never happens to barry. then again, barry is a good person with good karma so. sighing audibly and -- because he is a grown ass man -- definitely not pouting, wally turns to his companion.   ❛   remind me again why we’re waiting in this line for  ?  what’s so great about the food here anyway  ?   ❜

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[gotspeedforce-blog]

      he’s skidding, losing momentum with each step. the ice beneath his feet is jagged, layers building one on top of the other to create sharp spikes. it takes all of two seconds for wally to crash into a frost covered column, body colliding with iron and ice in a way that’s almost laughable. he gasps, vision blurring momentarily with the shock of the impact.   ❛           remember when i said i’d go first  ?  that was a bad idea.   ❜   he coughs up a lungful of what’s probably asbestos, given how ancient the building is.   ❛   definitely a bad idea.   ❜

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[warriorsfitz]

@gotspeedforce

          “What is your suit made out of?” Probably not the first question he should ask after finding the other, but, well, he was curious. By nature he was curious, but when he encountered something that actually left him with questions he couldn’t just drown that side of him out. It just wasn’t in his nature. His curiosity wa sknown to get him in trouble, but if it could help better his own creations he wasn’t about to just pass up on an opportunity. But, then, well, common decency reared it’s head as it should’ve initially. “I-Sorry, I mean are you alright?” Come on, Fitz, be a good human and not the lab nerd whose way too excited to be able to work with some of these more outlanding powers. What sort of material did avoid combustion at the speeds Wally must have been going? 

[gotspeedforce-blog]

      between alien overlords and talking gorillas, not much surprised him anymore.  (  okay, maybe bats creeping up out of nowhere still got him every now and then, but― so not the point.  )  long story short, wally likes to think he’s seen everything. quick enough on his feet not to be caught with his pants down and quick enough with his mouth to bulldoze past most conversations         that’s him. the question is the last thing wally expects to hear, though. it has him barking out a laugh despite his still healing ribs. propped up on the lab’s examination table, his hands grip the edge as he sways dangerously with the sudden burst.   ❛   would you believe me if i said pure energy  ?   ❜   he ignores the jolt of pain at his side as muscles knit back together. instead, he looks back at the guy with a grin.   ❛   an hour, tops, and i’ll be running circles ‘round you.   ❜   maybe two. the explosion had done a number on him, sure, but admitting he’s not invincible  ?  not really on top of wally’s to-do list today. especially not when the other male seemed so interested in what he could do. or, well, what his suit could do. same difference.

[tylerposey]

Michael B. Jordan photographed by Michael Rowe for Essence (2018)

[uncannyshade]

      Getting dragged along to events like these was the reason he had trust issues. Well. One of a pretty hefty list of reasons, but still, it contributed. ‘oh it won’t be that big, just dress nice’. Bull. As soon as they’d arrived he’d considered making a run for it, but…He needed to get used to these sorts of situations. It was just difficult when you were getting drunk off of other peoples intoxication. Getting caught up in everything they were experiencing, and there being so many didn’t help matters. It was enough to have him distancing himself a little, finding a more secluded corner to try and catch his breath after a particularly rowdy group of party goers brushed past. “Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos.” Words murmured under his breath, grounding him. A mantra to keep everything in check. “I swear, I’m gonna kick his ass when I see him.” He wasn’t entirely sure which of his fellow Titans was on the chopping block first, but oh, they were there. He didn’t realise quite how loudly he’d spoken, probably more than easily overheard.

[gotspeedforce-blog]

      a hearty slap on his back and wally’s jolted forward, the sprite he’d been nursing for the past hour sloshing over the sides of his cup and onto the lapel of the perpetrator. the business tycoon seems unbothered by the speedster’s blunder, still laughing raucously at his own joke. the crowd around him is hanging onto his every word, desperate for the attention he’s so eagerly thrown wally’s way. which ― okay, he’ll admit it ― is a definite ego boost, but he’s trying to stay humble  (  shocking, he knows  ). wally’s not even sure how he got roped into their little circle in the first place. all he knows is that he wants out. bingo.   ❛           well, it’s been fun.   ❜

dark hair and even darker eyes― wally would recognize his former teammate anywhere.   ❛   at least let me in on the action, rae.   ❜   there’s laughter in his eyes, mirth poorly disguised as he threatens to crack a smirk.   ❛   between you and me, i think we can take him.   ❜   whoever him is.

[americanvalor-blog]

in the midst of thee gala, chaos had unfolded and people were going missing. the doors and windows were shut and while some heroes tried to break them open to get people out, steve thought it was best if he went through the hotel and tried finding these people being held for ransom. in the boiler room of the hotel, steve thought he was alone when he heard a noise. “who is there?” clenching his fist in preparation to fight.

[gotspeedforce-blog]

      the way wally sees it, they’ve got an hour before people really start panicking. he’d caught wind of hushed whispers and nervous chatter as he’d made his way through the ballroom earlier, but no one’s started raising pitchforks and calling for arms.  (  or worse      setting things on fire.  )  which, all in all, makes wally think this disaster’s off to a pretty good start. y’know, aside from people going missing. definitely not the highlight of the evening but― hey, it’s the little things, right  ?  he’s on the hotel’s lower level now, ducking under pipes and sidestepping the occasional mop bucket. around him, machinery whirs. wally doesn’t expect to find much down here, but he’s not exactly in a position to say no to a request from a state senator. he’s here more for the guy’s peace of mind than anything else. still, he’s surprised to find company. his arms go up, palms forward in classic  ‘  i surrender  ’  fashion.   ❛   i come in peace.   ❜   he’s grinning now.   ❛   take me to your leader.   ❜

[gotspeedforce-blog]

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