#mockingbird-22

[stars-of-nixie]

5 for that vibe thing, the multicoloured shoe. I don't know why but it kinda reminds me of your blog as it's always colourful and those shoes just look fun!

They do look super fun!! But as someone who doesn’t walk well in heels, I don’t think I’d actually wanna wear them lol!

[daughterofscotland]

mockingbird-22 replied to your photoset

I would expect nothing less from John Barrowman!

Same :D

[daughterofscotland]

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Awwww, thank you!

[daughterofscotland]

mockingbird-22 replied to your post: LOL maybe they will do a picture op with Catherine...

You’re meeting John Barrowman??

As long as he doesn’t cancel, I’m going to spend $70 to get a picture with him. Meaning it will be 3 seconds of contact :D

[crimsondomingo]

Woops that should have been ColdFlash 72 and 76!

72: Stranded on A Desert Island 

76: Did They or Didn’t They?

Barry hated helping the Legends. Honestly. Never again. Only with the Legends could he end up depowered by Damien Darhk, shipwrecked in the 1700s, waking up like he had the worst sunburn combined with the hangover from Hell due to head trauma, coughing into sand scratching at his face.

“You awake, Scarlet?”

And he was with Snart. Perfect.

The whole reason Barry had agreed to help the Legends was because he was afraid Snart would get himself into another do or die situation after coming back from the dead. The last thing Barry needed to deal with right now was Snart smugly chastising him for basically being the cause of their shipwreck.

He thought throwing lightning at Darhk would be a good idea! Not catch the ship on fire and prompt Darhk to steal his powers.

“I hate time travel. I hate magic users. And I really hate sand,” Barry said, sitting up with a groan, noticing that Snart had at least dragged them both far enough from the beach on whatever tiny island they had landed on that the tide wouldn’t reach them.

Snart looked unfairly sexy as a pirate, his long buckled coat spread out on the sand to dry, while Gideon had chosen something far too much like a cabin boy for Barry.

“All right, Anakin,” Snart teased. “Relax. My comms can’t get through, but it’s not dead. They’ll track the signal and find us. Eventually.”

Eventually. A faulty signal could still take days.

“We don’t have food or water. And did you really just make an ‘Attack of the Clones’ reference?”

Snart chose not to comment on that, but did say, “We have water. A little. I managed to hang onto one of the storage boxes to float us here after you got knocked out. There isn’t much food, but we’ll survive. Plus, we have something else.”

“What’s that?” Barry glanced at him, now noticing the storage container and that Snart was holding something hidden between his legs.

He held it up—a completely full, untouched bottle of rum. “I hear you normally can’t get drunk, but without your powers…”

Barry missed getting drunk. Well, getting buzzed and having the option to drink. And considering their current situation? “Give me that.” He snatched the bottle away from Snart, who chuckled.

It was almost evening anyway, the sun close to setting. Throughout the night, Barry may have drunk most of the bottle.

Snart was a slow but surprisingly sweet drunk, and not nearly as drunk as Barry at any point, while Barry was an energetic, horny drunk, and probably made more passes at Snart than he ever would have sober. Snart just smiled sleepily at him and allowed the way Barry started mouthing at his neck and claimed it was too cold—it was still the Caribbean, it wasn’t that cold—so he could snuggle Snart close.

They were warm at least, and Snart smelled wonderful.

Barry had the worst déjà vu when he woke the next morning—the sun already up, his skin still burned, his head pounding from an actual hangover this time. The sand wasn’t scratchy though since he was lying on blankets.

Well, not blankets. His clothes. And Snart’s clothes.

All of their clothes.

“Oh my god!” Barry sat up with a start. The empty rum bottle was in front of him, propped in the sand. Snart lay behind him, spooning him with a telling weight at his backside, and only just then started to stir.

Naturally, that was when the drop ship came into view to rescue them.

[crimsondomingo]

It occurred to me the other day that the song "fooled around and fell in love" is the perfect fit and basically describes what happened in public enemy!

I’m actually not a fan of that song, the sound of it, but lyrics-wise - totally.  

[stars-of-nixie]

Happy birthday!!

💙💙💙 Thank you!!!!

[stars-of-nixie]

Do you have any pets? And if not do you want any?

I personally don’t have any, and I’d love my own dog.

But my family has a puppy, Max, she’s about 8 months old and mixed puppy we got in October and she’s freaking adorable.