Don't Bother

         {    Where are  you going?                           Which way should ℐ go?;;                                       That depends on where you are                 — g                                        o i n g          I don’tknow.     }          {    thenf ℐt                           ;;                                       doesn't                —                                                    matter which way you     } [ [       g   o   ] ] (Kevin White)

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[stydiaeverafter]

But then I see her smile. Man, that cannot be science.

Barry Allen about Iris West (via stydiaeverafter)

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[ Guilty Heart ]

“I think that dying is the only thing I’m good at.”

He doesn’t know why he says it. Maybe the liquor which he shouldn’t have. Maybe the moon which winks back at him like it’s a cosmic joke. But the confession spills from his lips into the water, like maybe it will lap up all his secrets and give him back something good.

“Not staying dead, mind you. But the dying part,” he chuckles, “I’m good at that.” 

If you tallied up the number of times his heart has stopped there’s an argument to be made for practice making something perfect. He thinks maybe he’d be better at living if he was a better person. But he’s not good at that. He’s not good at being a friend or a son either. He’s decent at his job but he’s not great, not unless he wants to be. Or that’s what he tells himself anyway. Honestly he’s not so sure. There’s a sinister voice in the back of his head that tells him he’s good in short bursts but that’s it. Past that he just falls apart. And maybe he does. Maybe it’s just dumb luck that’s gotten him here. 

He doesn’t like that thought.

This is why he doesn’t drink. He gets too honest and realizes how horrible things can be. Which isn’t difficult to do when the nicest thing your parents ever did was throw you out. He isn’t even jealous of Artemis and Carter because he’s always known. Sometimes he thinks that’s why Miss Katherine never picked on him. There was no promise of parents who would save him. Hell there was barely a prayer of someone who would want to adopt a kid who couldn’t sit still or think straight. 

He thinks maybe if he was better or stronger everyone wouldn’t want to leave. And then he remembers that half the time he wants them to leave so he doesn’t have to feel the pain of losing someone he wants to stay. 

But that’s not what he’s here to dwell on and it’s not what he’s here to confess to the dark shapes that swirl under the water. He has no idea if they’re good listeners or not but he doesn’t care. That doesn’t matter. The person he always goes to for comfort isn’t there and he hates himself for what that makes him feels. That’s what he’s got to get off his chest. That’s what makes his throat tighten and his eyes burn. 

“I want her,” he gets out, “I want her back,” he exhales into the water, “and I hate myself because she’s in so much pain,” he swallows thickly, “and something’s wrong with me and I don’t know how to make it better or even if I can,” he squeezes his eyes shut, “but god I want to try.”

[rumiinatophat]

Best of The Flash → 1.01 “Pilot” Barry Allen  

[invademyinbox]

Send me [ Guilty Heart ] for my muse to confess to yours, something that makes them feel guilty.

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maggie-hart:There were really only a few reason people wanted flowers. There were those who wanted to apologize or simply brightened someones day and there were those who need flowers in moments of tragedy. She’d seen it all so many times that when someone came through the door she just knew. Maggie could tell by the very appearance of him that he was the latter of the two. He just looked so sad and broken it made her heart ache for him. “Well you’re in the right place for that. We’ve got exactly what you need to brighten up a hospital room. I think I can find you a couple of options that might add a little cheer to that room.” Moving from around the counter she approached him slowly, a comforting smile on her lips. “Did you have anything in particular in mind?”

There was a persona Kevin usually hid behind. It had been anything from a brave kid to a drug dealer to a lighthouse caretaker. But it was never really him. He was just too exhausted to wear the second skin. Because for all the different things he’d worn that second skin always had one purpose. And that purpose was laying in a hospital bed fighting for their life. “No,” he said finally, “never had to--” he trailed off. He’d brought flowers to people in hospitals before. Hell he’d even brought flowers to girls before. But this was still so radically different. It was Artemis and that made it all different. 

[mattdaddairyo]

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The Flash - Season 1 - Barry and Cisco   “Well I’m the eyes and ears and he’s the feet.”

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“Come on – I think after everyone that I have taken on I can handle a grandmother and whatever cane she has waving around,” she joked. Artemis had alertly taught herself not to expect things. To run away whenever she thought she was about to get something that she actually wanted because the pain of losing it would sting too much. Artemis knew that right now she should be running. Getting away from this and reminding both of them that they were just meant to be friends but she was lost in him. Never in a thousand years had she imagined that this was actually happening, she didn’t even believe that it was actually happening, maybe this entire thing was just a dream. A dream that she never wanted to wake up from. Once the positions were switched she reached over to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to kiss him desperately. While her other hand went underneath his shirt trailing down his chest. Pulling her body upwards so that she could let her lips hover inches from his, her eyes meeting the dark hues that watched her,“Are you sure?” she asked, after all she did have the worst timing in the world. 

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Kevin chuckled against the soft skin of her neck at the image of whacking a grandmother. “my hero,” he said. He was surprised at how quickly she caught his movement and pulled him down to her. Her fingers were hard on his skin, like she was trying to remind herself that this was real or worth staying for. When she pulled back, her beauty hit him with the force of a ten ton truck. All the little things from the half dried tears to the red around her eyes to the way her hair fell in tangles from both their fingers--all of it just made her more incredible to him. Her soft question made his mouth go dry. He leaned forward and closed the distance between them, kissing her softly. His fingers slotted with hers. “yeah,” he said, surprised at how hoarse his voice was, “you?” he asked. 

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After a long day at the mayor’s office sorting through press releases and contacting the local media outlets Maggie was more then ready to head home for the night. Unfortunately her father had called around 4 to let her know that her mother wasn’t feeling well again and that someone would need to work the closing shift at the  flower shop. Always willing to help out where she could she’d gathered up her paper work and her laptop and headed off to her mother flower shop downtown. Maggie helped the few customers who came and went before settling herself at the desk digging into some medical files she’d gathered in hopes of finding the answers to her brothers comatose state. At about 6:30 the bell above the door jingled and Maggie didn’t look up right away. “We close in about 30 minutes, just let me know if there is anything I can help you with.” She called a smile on her face as she looked up to see who had entered.

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This wasn’t what he wanted to be doing. God it wasn’t. But he’d been kicked out of the hospital room and told he wouldn’t be allowed back in until he showered and ate something. Him practically fainting hadn’t made a strong case otherwise. He’d been crying for days and his nose was all stuffed up. But no-one had said you could smell in a coma so he guessed it didn’t matter really. Looking around at the flowers he shrugged. “I need to get something to brighten up a hospital room,” he confessed.

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                              I    l o v e   you…

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Blossom: You still feeling under the weather?

Bubbles: Yeah -- I just can't seem to kick it.

Blossom: Getting sick in a hospital is such bs.

[unvillagehills]

You don’t have to say anything.

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“Apparently it is because you exist. That there is.” There was no denying that she wanted this and the majority of her didn’t care that they were at a hospital room. Most people had hospital sex once in their lives, at least that was what that show Grey’s Anatomy managed to teach Maisie but she didn’t know how Kevin would feel about this. She had already kissed him at the wrong time and she didn’t want this to always be at the wrong time. So instead she just leaned in and kissed him softly, as her fingers traced his jawline, leaving her other hand to go underneath his shirt. It was tough to pull back, she didn’t want to but she also didn’t want to ruin this. These were the moments she wished she could read his mind.

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“Careful, I’ve heard grandma’s are sore losers,” he warned. Her hand went underneath his shirt and she looked at him something sparking in her eyes. He knew that look. The air left his lungs in a rush. How many nights had they fallen asleep wrapped around each other? He hadn’t wanted her then, or maybe he had wanted her before he even knew what it was to want someone. God knew he’d loved her before he knew what that was. It was like a rubberband snapped in the pit of his stomach and his hand wrapped around the back of her head, tucking her close as he turned them, putting himself between the door and her. Her hand moved across his stomach to his back as the angles changed. His hands moved across her skin as he deepened the kiss, feeling her respond to him. For the first time he was actually glad he worked for the CIA because there was no way they were going to let just anyone wander in. And if this was going to happen here--well he was going to take full advantage of that.