Looking at all of you, thinking how far we’ve all come and remembering those no longer with us, I’m reminded of a Hebrew word used during times of graduation. “Kadima”. It means forward. Forward.

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Looking at all of you, thinking how far we’ve all come and remembering those no longer with us, I’m reminded of a Hebrew word used during times of graduation. “Kadima”. It means forward. Forward.
Apparently, in case of his death, Wells had some kind of a living will. And you haven’t watched it yet?
If you keep getting no for an answer, stop asking questions.
grant gustin with fans in nyc, october 2015
Cute!!! Why are the Flash actors so cute!!!!
more of cisco in his ‘the flash’ shirt // requested by anonymous
Hes so cute :)
Dim the lights, nuke some Pop Secret, and prime yourself for the epic (and overdue) reunion of the S.T.A.R. Labs team. Parental discretion advised.
The set-up: It had been lonely these past six months. Like, Titanic-soundtrack-on-repeat, lonely. Caitlin had buried herself in work at Mercury Labs, Barry was Lone Rangering it up, and I was stuck spending Friday nights at Zumba with my mom and her friends from the Historical Preservation Society (Mrs. Martinez, you got the moves like Jagger, girl!). So now that the band is officially back together (and better than ever!), it only seemed appropriate that we do a little celebrating. Or a lot of celebrating…
Cut to: A south side dive bar. Karaoke night. Anyone else think it’s totally unfair that Barry can run faster than the speed of light and has the voice of an angel? I was feeling all the feels and bawling like a baby when he belted out Neil Diamond - then again, I was on my third Blue Hawaiian, so my inhibitions were already more or less abandoned. It was Caitlin’s earsplitting rendition of “Wrecking Ball” that sobered me up enough to realize we needed to peace out before we were thrown out…
We stopped at a Big Belly to fill up on greasy goodness before hitting the next joint, which ended up being a Hells Angels hotspot. Fun fact: big, beefy bikers don’t like it when you hop on their ride and begin reenacting the epic chase scene from The Matrix Reloaded. Oops. I was seconds away from being taco meat at the hands of a Marlon Brando-wannabe when my boy Barry stepped in and proposed a challenge: a drink off - he who is left standing gets to decide my fate. Check it: Mr. Brando sauntered up to the bar, thinking he’d demolish Barry after three shots. But little did he know about Barry’s secret weapon: a lightening-fast metabolism. He could chug the entire liquor cabinet of a well-endowed frat and feel nada.
Eleven shots apiece later and the giant was felled! We booked it outta there (fully intact!) and took refuge in S.T.A.R. Labs, where Caitlin used some copper refrigerator tubing to make some nasty cortex cocktail that tasted like rocket fuel. And for future reference: the acoustics in the pipeline are dope. We cranked some tunes (Cisco Disco, baby!) and Zumba-ed the night away.
I’m home now, praying to the porcelain god that my suffering will soon be brought to and end. It kinda feels like there’s a horned beetle chewing its way through my amygdala, but I wouldn’t trade last night for anything.
Is this thing on?
Heyyy, Cisco here, comin’ at you live from my parents’ house.
Good news first: I’m alive and no one is pressing charges –shout-out to my main man Joe over at CCPD for having my back! Bad news? I accidentally burned down my apartment.
Let me catch you up. Ever since Dr. Wells - AKA Dr. Evil - told me I was affected by the particle accelerator explosion, I have been freaking out. Now I know Barry’s a hero, but most meta-humans are evil jerks who like to steal, maim and kill (see my earlier entries about the pipeline). I had to find out 1) if Dr. Wells was telling the truth and 2) what kind of powers I have (please please pleeease let me fly). So I decided to run some preliminary diagnostics on myself…in my apartment.
Lemme tell ya, not having the state-of-the-art setup (and budget) I had going on at S.T.A.R. Labs makes experimenting on myself tricky,to say the least. My latest undertaking was to test my protoplasmic conductivity. The human body already absorbs and emits electricity, so by utilizing proprietary frequency-sequencing, I figured I could determine whether or not I had any enhanced electroreception capabilities. To test conductivity, I needed juice. LOTS of it. With the help of additional resistors, some amp breakers strung in parallel, and some Cisco finesse, I was able to MacGyver my humble abode into Central City’s smallest power station. Success! For a hot second. Did I mention that the landlord’s idea of throwback décor consists of fabric wallpaper and shag carpet? Put the two together and you’ve got an incendiary disaster.
Now my apartment is gone (along with most of my eyebrows) and I’m back to living with the rents. It’s not too bad, I mean Mom is trying to make me eat healthier but it’s easier to coordinate viewings of our favorite show – Jane The Virgin.
I am hella bummed about being no closer to discovering what my alleged meta-human capability is. So far, I’ve discovered that I ‘m not flame retardant, I can’t move objects across the room with my mind, and as far as I know, I have no ability whatsoever to communicate with sea creatures (womp womp). I can just see Dr. Wells smirking at me with those deceptively twinkly eyes.
Oh crap! I hear Mom fumbling at the door. Probably balancing an armload of vegetables and sprouted whole grains. Time to duck out and make a beeline for the nearest Big Belly where the only veggie is deep-fried and dipped in ketchup. Holla!
Cisco Ramon, over and out.
Can we take a moment to appreciate some of the ladies of the Live Action DC Universe? (Film & TV) Because they’re magnificent.
PLUTO 2015
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I AM SCREAMING OH MY GOODNESS
OH MY GOD DO YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND HOW AMAZING THIS IS I HAVE BEEN READING ASTRONOMY BOOKS FOR YEARS AND EVERYTIME THERE’S JUST A PIXELLY BLUR FOR PLUTO NOT ANYMORE. NEVER AGAIN.
Awkward Everyday Lives Of Animals By Simpsons Illustrator Liz Climo
Re-Fucking-Tweet
stop this.
I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS TO SHOW UP AGAIN THIS IS SO FREAKING FUNNY OH MY GOSH
Alright girls listen up. I have a vital piece of information that is apparently not well known. If you have bad cramps, drink chamomile tea. The cramp pain is usually gone within 30 seconds. Chamomile is a natural muscle relaxant, and cramps are caused from intense muscle contractions within the uterus to expel the useless lining. The chamomile calms the contractions and therefore the pain as well. So. If you’re on your period, drink the chamomile. Save yourself girlies!
For my female followers who are having bad times!
Excuse me while I go buy chamomile tea because at this point I’ll try anything.
saw this on twitter and 😂😂
psa because i’m still hearing people in hot countries make fun of the uk for the ‘heat wave’
the uk is a very mild, humid place
sweat does not evaporate well in humid heat; the uk has very, very humid heat
meaning british people cannot cool down efficiently
also british people are adapted for cooler temperatures
people are literally expected to die in the next couple of days because of the heat wave
the news has put out health warnings because people will literally die because of the heat
shut up
oh yeah it’s also been pointed out in comments - we have no AC. no houses have AC. most buildings don’t have AC. most cars don’t have AC.