#multiloquently

[31millionmoments]

@multiloquently

So, no, no one thinks this is a good idea. Hell, Barry doesn't think it's a good idea, but unfortunately it is the right thing to do. Everyone, including Eobard fucking Thawne, deserves at least one chance at a redeeming themselves. Also, Iron Heights spends so much money on horse tranquilizers? Like, just so much.

Barry looks at the collar in his hands a last time. Supposedly, it's tamper proof but he's not really sure what that's going to mean to someone like Eobard. He's not going to back out now, though. If this goes off the rails, yeah of course he's out, but he has to at least give Eobard a chance.

He pulls his mask down and runs his hand through his hair before nodding at the guards to let him in. They snap the doors closed behind him. Barry tilts his head a little as he comes inside, looking at Eobard upside down and offering a sheepish smile.

"Hey Eobard," he greets. "How are you- uh, actually, nevermind. I have some good news for you." He holds the antimeta collar in Eobard's view. "After arguing in your case for weeks, they've agreed to let you out on a trial parole. Uh, in my care, obviously. No one else would do it. Obviously..."

Oh this is such a bad idea.

"I mean, they're kicking you out anyways so it's either parole with me or they move you to a maximum security freezer in Belle Reve so- those are your choices."

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@multiloquently || @windowedeyes

Matt is in Keystone City on a favour of a favour for a friend of a friend of a friend. Normally, this wouldn't be his jurisdiction but he's not actually here as Daredevil. He's here as a lawyer- and one very good at defending vigilantes in court at that. 

But he wouldn't really file these two under the 'vigilante' title. 

Matt mouths some things quietly as he runs his fingers over page after page of the braille print outs provided. The stack is huge and he places each paper from one into another pile as he finishes them. This is a lot. This is- Matt runs his hand down the side of the stack but it definitely doesn't feel like it's gotten much shorter. He takes his hands off the papers and folds them on the table with a deep sigh. 

Ya'll straight trippin'.

"Mr. And Mr. Snart-Rory," Matt says. "I do understand your problem here, believe me. Having, at this point, at least three first degree murder charges, conspiracy to commit, not to mention accessory and accomplice charges on your records isn't good- especially for the younger members of your family. Your records are lengthy, yes, but obviously these are all, between the three of us, victimless crimes." 

"I don't believe you're guilty, no, but with your track records-" Matt goes on and he sighs, shaking his head. It's not out of contempt or dislike but simply the sheer vastness of it. "If I take your case, you have to understand that I can not guarantee a success. Even with a bulletproof case, a jury may very well convict you on just- this." He gestures to the stack of papers. 

[speedreborn]

throwing himself onto the couch  ,  and half onto hartley’s lap  ,  wally looks up at him  ,  a frown on his face  ,  moving a hand to poke at his jaw  ,  as though to gather his attention.  like throwing oneself into his lap wouldn’t do that.     “  hartley  ,  “     he says  ,  because evidently the poking and the landing in his lap have not done their job.     “  you called me a dick earlier  ,  and i totally did not appreciate it.  “     current behaviour accounted for  ,  wally is absolutely acting ever the dick hartley had called him.     “  quite mean of you  ,  actually.  i’m heartbroken.  you’ve broken my heart  ,  hartley  ,  just wanted to let you know.  “               /          @multiloquently

[feartoxinperfume]

@multiloquently || trick or treat ` Eobard & Dick

[deadravager]

@multiloquently | hartley!!

‘fuck!’ grant hisses out the word furiously, shaking his hands out. ‘this makes no fucking sense!’ grant decides that he has no idea how he learned english at all. he’d failed at least one high school english class, and he has no idea how he’s supposed to learn a whole new fucking language. even if it’s finger language. the only finger language grant knows is a host of obscene gestures, and he’d thought himself pretty good before he met hartley.

‘ugh,’ grant grumbles, ‘let’s take a break.’ he leans back in his chair, cracking his knuckles. ‘i’ve been meaning to try out some games i picked up.’ he hadn’t had the presence of mind to grab the xbox when he left, and he’s looking forward to having his own again when he reclaims it from joey. sharing is caring, someone once told him, and fuck that shit, in grant’s opinion.

[hopesburned]

trying to sneak out of a place that housed some of the flash’s main villains proved harder than she’d thought.  the first time  ,  during the first week she’d been here  ,  she’d been caught by len  ,  who had just laughed and took her back inside  ,  not at all bothered by the twelve times she threatened to stab him.  she had been caught by almost every single person she’d met thus far  ,  and it didn’t seem to be getting any easier at slipping past them. it wasn’t like she was trying to do anything too bad  ,  just some light crime  ,  maybe a stabbing or a murder or three.  the issue is  ,  she’d agreed to do support work only  ,  helping on the computer end of things.  it was a hard thing to get used to  ,  and it wasn’t an easy thing to stop  ,  considering all the time she’d spent doing it. so this time  ,  when she drops out of the window  ,  sticks the landing perfectly and stands  ,  she comes face to face with lisa.  her jaw clenches  ,  and there’s already a small pout forming on her lips.  “  oh  ,  c’mon  !  i wasn’t even gon --  “  she cuts herself short  ,  arms folding over her chest.  this is probably one of the reasons she had been put on tech support  ,  and not allowed in the field until she was  ,  y’know  ,  a legal age.  “  i’m already taking myself back inside  ,  don’t worry about it.  i’m going.  “                                                         /          @multiloquently

[lazarushe]

j/ason t/odd, 6′3″, could beat up b/atman w one hand tied behind his back: ..... anyone, literally anyone ever: cute, could kick his ass j/ason, softly: ........ hello would you like to get inside me please

[windowedeyes]

🎃 trick or treat!

❝ So take your best shot,                        

                        make your move. ❞