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Armchair by Joe COLOMBO #redhermes #joecolombo #paulbertserpette #forsale
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“Why couldn’t we go with Mom and Dad?” Irey pouted. “It’s not like it was anything dangerous.”
“I don’t know. Parent time or something.” Jai mumbled, his attention mostly on whatever he was playing on his DS. Irey pouted more at his indifference.
“Jaaaiiiiii!” She whined, waving a hand in front of her brother’s face to get his attention. “I’m bored.”
“Then go find something to do.” The other twin tried to push her away with his foot, not taking his eyes away from the little screens.
“Do something with meee.” She whined.
“I’m busy.”
“C’mon.”
“Level boss, not now.”
“You’re taking forever.”
“Iris!”
“Jai!”
Both twins would forever argue that the other started it, but that didn’t undo their strange wrestling match or the loud crashing sound of a broken lap that had resulted from it.
“He/She did it!”
redhermes replied to your post:Who's the coolest uncle ever? /sunglass emoji
“And here I was thinking of maybe trying to persuade Batman to let you guys come along with us to one of our missions. But since I’m not the coolest uncle, I guess I don’t have to do it anymore, huh.”
“Uncle Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. C’moooooooooooooooooooooooooooon.”
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In and out, in and out, in and--
The breathing mantra repeated over and over in his head, Wally inhaling and exhaling along with his mental chant; eyes shut tight, blocking out the lights of the room that seemed too bright and the colors that seemed all too vivid.
In and out, in and out, in and--
It took him longer than it should have for Wally to realize his breathing had gone from a steady rhythm to increasingly erratic intakes of air. When had he started hyperventilating?
A trembling hand shot up to cover his mouth, illogically thinking that that would somehow aid him in controlling his breathing and block out all the smoke. Eyelids shut tighter so he wouldn’t feel the stinging burn of fire against his eyes causing them to water; but he had to open them, had to find Robin. He looked to his left in a frenzy and found the space where his friend was supposed to be lit ablaze.
Where is he? Where’s Robin? We were supposed to do this together; I can’t do this alone, I can’t die alone---
And then there was the explosion that lasted only a second but felt like years, that burned through his uniform and singed his flesh, that rang so loudly in his ears that he couldn’t even hear his own screams and--
Except there was no explosion. There was no alien base. Robin wasn’t there because he was back at the cave and Wally was here, standing in the middle of his Aunt and Uncle’s living room shaking and covered in a cold sweat.
Shit. It happened again.
“B-Barry?” He called, voice wavering and louder than he realized, though to him it sounded as if everything were underwater. “Uh-, Aunt Iris let me in. Ditched training today.” A nervous laugh that he hope shrouded the lingering panic in his voice. “I came to hang with you. Maybe we can patrol or something, I don’t know...” Wally didn’t want to be alone anymore, where was-- “Uncle B?”
redhermes replied to your post:I say it all depends on the partner. Top for Robin...
( aNON REALLY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS OMG 10/10 FOR ATTENTION TO DETAIL )
((TOO MUCH DETAIL TOO MUCH DETAIL--))
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“He loves to read comics and has a large collection.”
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“Annoying.”
HC + cooking
❛ ❅ word headcanons | accepting.
Cooking is one of Caitlin’s favorite things to do. She use to love going home to Ronnie and cooking something that the both of them would enjoy. He’d always be her tester and always willing to go grab pizza if something had gone terribly wrong. Though, since his ‘death’ she’s really gotten into testing out new things. Once she’s off of work, there’s days that she just wants something quick and easy and other days she simply wants to pull out the old family cookbook and start from scratch. Sometimes she ends up frustrated with food smeared on her face, and other times she really wished that she had someone to help her enjoy how well she did. Cooking for one truly wasn’t as fun as it was for two.
