#c: bart

[tony-v-ortiz]

@bart-maestro​

Você precisa que eu cuide dos seu gatos por quanto tempo mesmo? Antonio não estava esperando a visita do seu melhor amigo naquela noite, muito menos as notícias que ele lhe trazia. Estava pronto para fechar a loja, tomar um banho e esquecer dos problemas. Aliás, que tal me explicar melhor o que aconteceu? Não espera que eu realmente acredite que essa sua viagem estava programada há meses, espera?

Pressentindo que aquela conversa talvez não fosse exatamente agradável, Tony apanhou dois copos e uma velha garrafa de whiskey de fogo que guardava escondido num armário, justamente para aquele tipo de situação. Serviu os copos e empurrou um para Bartolomé, indicando que ele começasse a beber e falar.

[barrygofast]

@impulsisms

“ that was for saving my life. “

Barry pushed the bulging takeout bags full of food at the younger man, knowing from experience that the kid was likely to be staring. He himself was always hungry, especially after he’d been running around, like the kid had been. “You really didn’t have to put yourself in danger like that,” he said, a little frown coming to his lips. It was clear the kid was a speedster, and so it was perfectly clear that he could take care of himself -- but still, Barry wasn’t comfortable with someone risking their life for his, especially someone this young. “Who are you, kid?”

[ollie-roy]

@bart-maestro​

Oliver tinha se acostumado com acordar mais cedo que Bartolomé nas manhãs de domingo quando passava o fim de semana no apartamento do mais velho. Tinha até conseguido criar a sua própria rotina ali, no meio da vida do homem, o que era algo que lhe inquietava sempre que parava para pensar sobre. Afastou os pensamentos enquanto começava a função quase automática de lavar a louça do jantar da noite passada, onde Bartolomé lhe ensinara algumas coisas básicas da língua espanhola e rira enquanto ele falhava miseravelmente ao tentar pronunciar as palavras. A lembrança lhe roubou um sorriso terno e Ollie desejou ter fotografado o mais velho naquela noite, pois estava particularmente bonito enquanto falava sobre seu idioma nativo. Deixou-se levar enquanto executava a tarefa e sua mente lhe lembrou do disco que deixaram tocando durante o jantar; antes que se desse conta, estava cantarolando "Fool Around and Fell in Love", uma canção que tinha lhe chamado atenção dentre as outras e tinha se tornado uma das suas favoritas. Estava tão imerso em sua cantoria, que mal notou a presença de Bartolomé e deu um salto quando sentiu a mão do mais velho em seu ombro. 

"Que susto!", exclamou colocando a mão cheia de espuma sobre o coração acelerado. "Te acordei? Me desculpe", Bartolomé não era exatamente uma pessoa diurna, então Oliver evitava ao máximo tirá-lo do seu escasso sono antes das 10h.

[somesimpsongifs]

I’ve decided to protect myself ever since I was attacked in my office by an unidentified assailant…

[kryptonian-earthling]

Snowstorm

@iijustwannarun

Oh man, this thing was really coming down, Kon winced as he batted more snow out of his hair. He could hardly even tell this was a city, let alone Boston, anymore under all this snow. “You ok back there?” He asked the homeless lady with her arms wrapped around his neck so hard it’d have choked any regular person. “We’re almost there.” He got a muffled “mhmm” in response as he picked up the pace towards the community center that was being converted into a shelter. He passed various blarring sirens along the way - he’ll have to get to those later.

Deposting the lady safely at the shelter’s entrance where volunteers quickly rushed her inside, he mouth a quick “stay warm” before darting back out again. It was still getting no easier to see.

Following the sound of the sirens, Kon arrived a the sight of the accident where a shivering fireman was trying to console an injured victim while another made hasty call after hasty call on his radio. Besides the first victim, who seemed to have broken her arm, there was another sitting in the front of the truck, covered in cuts and breathing heavily, seeming like he was going in and out of it. The ambulance still hasn’t arrived. He’ll have to take some initiative here.

[yvongjvstice-blog]

guysoffandom liked your post:yvongjvstice: LIKE FOR A STARTER FROM BART ALLEN,...

Impulse laid on a hammock, bathing shorts on him and sun glasses as he relaxed. Normally, he would have been running through the whole shore, side to side, lively. But he was no longer the same person. No longer the optimistic one. Bart tried to find some comfort in the smallest things. He was soaked by the sea water, the hammock wetting by the pressure of his body, but he no longer wanted to swim anymore. It wasn’t fun when you couldn’t use your powers to swim with dolphins.

moving his hand to the side, where a small table laid, he tried to reach for his drink and unfortunately, dropped the cocktail from the other table. Problems of having large arms, “sorry!” He apologised immediately as he reached down to take it before it would spill anything, fast reflexes were natural to him, not something he could control.

@guysoffandom

[not-red-robin]

Tim was sitting on Bart’s bed when he got home, a bag of snacks and video games next to him. He wasn’t very good at apologies, but he was very good at giving his friends all the food and presents they could want.

@impulscs

[myopicmickey]

Bartholomew and Haymitch Hawkins Ol Doc Bart Hawkins was a popular medical mage back in the day, but his name never really stops popping up in texts about grey magic. Some, unofficial, theories is that he was a lot more powerful than most knew. Still, a lot of modern medical knowledge is owed to his research. Haymitch was Bart's lesser known younger brother. If anyone kept tabs on him, they would have known that he disappeared just a few years before his older brother. As it is, most "undead sightings" are attributed to a green skinned young man in rather old fashioned clothing. Some claim that a rattlesnake can be heard if you get too close.