#flashiist

[moveslikeaspider-blog]

ok but like nerd squad.

     get in nerds we’re doing science.

[moveslikeaspider-blog]

[7:54:37 PM] actual arachnid trash: peter parker and barry allen [7:54:41 PM] actual arachnid trash: the bromance [7:54:42 PM] actual arachnid trash: is real [7:55:28 PM] \(◕ω◕✿)/ *:･ﾟ✧*: "lets hug bro" "for science bro" a single tear falls "yeah, let's do it for science bro"

[morefrack-blog]

“Do you remember me?”

hurt/wounded sentence meme

she wakes in a white room, laden with the scent of peroxide, tubes affixed to her arms. cognizance returns slowly, lashes skimming the tops of her cheeks when eyes finally open.

        but it’s his voice that inevitably reels her out of her stupor.

lips part in an attempt to respond, mouth moving, but no sound emits. her throat aches, as if she hadn’t spoken in months. she tries again; ignores the uncomfortable friction of vocal chords as she does so.

                                ’ where am i? what happened? ‘                                        ‘ what am i doing here? ‘

pulse hastens, which makes the attached monitor beep erratically at her side. frustration burns behind her eyes, void of any and all recollection. she looks to him for answers, gaze almost pleading, but thwarting realization makes her stomach sink.

the gentle cadence of his voice, the benevolence rooted amongst his features; as comforting as they were, are ultimately unfamiliar.

                                do you remember me?

she swallows to ease her dry throat. racks her brain for any indication. until———

                                     no.

                                                    ‘ sorry, i———— am i supposed to? ‘

[bloodyhcll-archive]

♔ ┊ ❛  flashiist.

   his head stooped down, an evident telltale indication of slight DISPLEASURE. green eyes met the floor in an attempt to elude her gaze. if anything was for sure, barry should never be considered a valid runner up for any line of work that requires lying. ironically, the life he led MANDATED said thing. daily.

the soles of his shoes tapped against flooring, he was growing nervous, it wasn’t as if he expected her response to be like so.

                                      ❛ Could you please let me explain?  ❜

          eyes rolled at his response,  arms folding like it would protect the ginger girl from           whatever barry was about to say ——— ronnie was pretty sure he wouldn’t let her           storm off without blurting some excuse.    and hell,  she would be lying to say she           wasn’t a bit interested in it.                                                                                                                ❛ y’ have thirty seconds. ❜

[moveslikeaspider-blog]

Goodbye. 8)))

         scraps of red fabric are on the floor, his body is covered in severe cuts, he’ll admit, it HURTS, it STINGS, all too much. in all honesty, he’d never expect to head OUT like this, by a MONSTER. beneath his mask is a smile, as his cut fingers take out a source of communication, calling his FRIEND, his BUDDY. & with that, he hears the ‘ leave a message ‘ line, parker laughs a little, the parker luck TRULY is something, isn’t it? he realizes this is his last MOMENT. 

               ❛     hey, bud. don’t think i’m gonna..make it to the museum, i’m       a bit caught up, with THINGS.     ❜ 

         pieces of metal can be heard, CRUSHING, and POUNDING with each blow from the BEAST, bawling his last name with each strike. 

                  ❛     listen     you’re my BEST friend, okay? thanks for everything, i enjoyed hanging out with you, i really did.     ❜

          the doors finally break, with a loud CRACK against the wall, it seems as if the horror’s finally broken in, his head arches downwards, letting out a small breath, bleeding out with each one. 

                  ❛     th     thanks for the memories, tell my aunt, and tell MJ, that..i LOVE them to DEATH, okay? make sure no one HURTS them, please, for me.      ❜

           digits loosen their grip on the phone, placing it on the floor. he soon ARISES, to face the ENEMY. he’s learned to stand STRONG, to stand TALL, and that great POWER had come with great RESPONSIBILITY. it looks like he’ll be with uncle ben, soon ENOUGH. 

                      & that was the LAST anyone had heard or seen of the SPIDER.

peter’s final words - ACCEPTING!

[bloodyhcll-archive]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVEBUG, IT'S YOUR DAY TO SHINE!!!

AHHHHH THANK YOU ❤️❤️ IT MEANS SO MUCH AND IM SO GLAD YOU ARE BACK I honestly checked your blog like once a week uwu ILY

[hefreezes]

( ; * flashiist. )

          he's not mad. hell no, he's furious. the curly haired man felt like              punching whoever had decided that it was  cool  to go out on a friday,              especially when it was the thirteenth. not to mention that the night club              was way too small for his liking.              “ —— i-i, sorry to bother, but do you know where the emergency exit                          is? i need to get the FUCK out of here.”

[mysticalhexappeal-blog]

flashiist liked for a starter.

"For the fastest man alive, you trip over your feet quite a lot." Zatanna sat back in her chair, legs crossed as she looked at Barry. "Sometimes I wonder if it's an act. Perhaps you're really graceful, but want to be seen as the sweet, and clumsy speedster."