#lancclct

[brotherhoodwarlord]

Starter Call @lancclct

​Red Hood back-flipped and perched on the edge of a fence, talon-perfectly. " You missed me!"

[storyborn]

[ text ] where the hell are you ?! we were supposed to meet an hour ago !

[ text — ] sorry, sorry! [ text — ] i'm right around the corner, promise!

@lancclct & barry !

[takeitinandletitgo]

“Have I ever given you a reason to doubt me? Don’t answer that.” (mick)

[ random dialogue ]

He hummed softly, tempted to answer her anyway. Instead he just shrugged, trying to not smirk at the woman. "At least you know it." It was better than a lot of people he'd met.

[storyborn]

@lancclct & starter call / barry !

"oh! i've met your sister before." probably not the best way to introduce yourself to someone but hey, it's not exactly a lie. he's met laurel before, she was pretty awesome and if that runs in the family - then sara's going to be just as cool. if that's the case, then he's going to need cisco involved too. "how, uh, how are you? you doing okay?"

[nctafraid]

@lancclct liked this for a Pinterest starter

"I just don't want that for myself anymore is a valid reason to stop anything."

[danviers]

@lancclct asked: where you headed?

" I was heading home, " alex acquiesced, without hesitating — an honest admission chased by the clink of her beer glass leaving the liquor - sticky bar and a long, decisive swallow of the last of its contents.

it was an inevitability, that she'd find herself back there: fuzzy with enervation and booze and alone in a place she couldn't feasibly avoid forever. though she ghost of maggie sawyer's absence had started to fade, it still felt less homely than the inviting breadth of her sister's loft, or even the sand - dusted, beachside time capsule that was her childhood home back in midvale. still felt lifeless and cold, now that there were countless happy memories, fractured by her own decision, to set her solitude so starkly against.

turning to sara, elbow still braced against the bar, alex sent back a prudent glance. the beginning of a melancholic, yet gracious half - smile, too, that lacked any long - forgotten awkwardness, any real unfamiliarity.

home, in its persisting isolation, could stand to wait a little longer.

" but if you want, I, uh... I could use another drink. "

[writelikeyouarerunningoutof]

“you don’t sound happy.” (laurel)

meme: to sir phillip with love sentences status: accepting (from mutuals)

What does she say to that? Laurel doesn't look at her sister, shoulders tense though she's trying not to show it. "It's fine, Sara." Happy isn't something Laurel feels much anymore. Grief has been woven into the fabric of her soul so deeply she doesn't know how to unpick it. She doesn't think she can. "I'm fine."