Very Nutritious Broccoli

Cisco Ramon. Engineering genius, fashion king, fanboy extraordinaire. Lover of music and movies and pop culture. Kind of a nerd in every way imaginable. Also a metahuman, but keep that on the low. Currently working for STAR Labs and the CCPD, because I'm bomb enough to multitask.

[vibechronicles]

       I'm a leader I'm a winner and I'm cleaner               'cause I'm awesome!        I don't need you 'cause I'm neato        and I beat you 'cause I'm                       AWESOME!

Canon CW/New 52 blog

Selective and semi-private

AU and crossover friendly

Mun is 21+

[ofxfirexandxice]

At Cisco’s first point, there was a brief flash of pride that, yes, he had correctly understood it… only to quickly give way to (feigned?) annoyance as Cisco points out that he can’t just pull the trigger and watch the world freeze. It’s at that point when Snart had actually rolled his eyes. Honestly, how ridiculous. If he froze the world solid, where would be the challenge in robbing or whatever it is that he intends to do now?

The realization dawning on Cisco, however, of exactly what he’d said is another moment where Leonard almost doesn’t quite manage to maintain the downturn to the corners of his lips. Dammit. The kid’s excitement must be infectious. 

Of course, it’s not really a surprise when Cisco stops to look at him after that, though it’s all he can do not to shift under the pretense of readjusting his weight.

After such a long explanation of a technical nature, and despite his apparent conceptual grasp of it now, this would be the point that Stein or Palmer or even Hunter at times would usually fix him with a look that clearly says ‘I don’t believe that you understand a word of this’ or ‘My God, why can’t you understand such a simple concept. Here let me dumb it down for you.’ As much as he hates that look, despises it beyond what he could ever put into words, he almost subconsciously braces for it…

Only for something very different to happen instead as Cisco clears the whiteboard. It surprises him even more when the kid comments that he obviously understands the gun well enough to fix it and then begins to draw it out, basically walking him through the blueprint, the how this upgrade will work and why. It throws him off enough in fact that his surprise might even, for once, be evident on his face before he quickly schools it back to indifference. 

Almost. 

The only traitors to his act might be his eyes, alight and focused, periodically shifting between the whiteboard and Cisco, listening with an astuteness that his teachers in high school would never have even dreamed that he possesses. Hell, that even his teammates seem shocked by any time they realize how much he pays attention.

In response to Cisco’s question about if he sees what he means, there’s not even a moment of hesitation before he nods, eyes currently trained on the sketch as he mentally catalogues everything in the diagram and files it away for future use.

“I think so,” he says after a moment. Another beat and then he corners his eyes at Cisco, turning slightly to look at him easier.

“And, to answer your question,  y e s . That is what I was doing when the charge ran out. Though I think that you and I have very different definitions of cool. Freezing to death trapped in a room with a breach isn’t exactly my idea of fun… Still… I will admit that the irony of the situation was more than a little…”

“––c h i l l i n g .” 

Though spoken in his usual sarcastic and borderline deadpan delivery, if someone were paying close enough attention, it might be noted that there was perhaps the smallest hint of actual humor in his eyes if nothing else.

[vibechronicles]

Snart is watching him surprisingly studiously, and Cisco can’t help but respond to that. He knows it has nothing to do with him, that Snart is just fanatical about his gun and wants to know about any changes Cisco’s going to make. But still, Cisco’s not a guy used to having a studious audience, no matter what their motivation is. He tends to work on his own, to come up with ideas and build them into working tech and hand them over with a quick and clean explanation of what they’ll do to help, and that’s that. 

He waves a hand at Snart’s ‘I think so’ reply. “You’re probably more of a visual guy. Let me build the thing, and then I’ll run you through it with the parts in hand. I mean if you figured out how to completely dismantle and reassemble the gun just from doing it, you’re probably one of those hands-on types.” Cisco’s never seen that as a bad thing. Hell, he’s a mech engineer, he’s been looked down on by the theoretical types just from getting oil on his hands. A lot of the science community seems to act like coming up with the ideas is 99% of the work, and actually turning them into practical models is just a side thought that any monkey can accomplish. But hey, there’s always been a lot of stupid, stupid geniuses in the world, nothing new about that. 

He makes a face at Snart, pointing an accusing finger even as his mouth twitches into a grin. “Hey, if you’re gonna dismiss my cool pun you can’t come back with chilling like it’s so much better. Either be pro-pun or be a snob, don’t be both. Disrespects the very art of punning.” He grins at a sudden thought. “I mean don’t forget who named you, and built the gun you designed your whole shtick around in the first place.” 

He moves around the board to one of his cleaner workstations, surveying the tools he’s got on hand. “I’m the same way, you know. I mean, I’m like a hands-on kinda guy when it comes to learning things. I was one of those kids who got whooped for taking apart the family DVD player when I was a kid, even though I totally put it back together and it was fine. My dad insisted it played everything like one percent slower after that, but I still say he was full of crap.” He grins, plopping down on a stool to start the design for the small circuit board the new core needs. “There’s a million different ways to be smart, you know? Even if most of the professors I ever studied under only valued one or two of them.” 

[ofcoldguns]

@vibechronicles liked this for a lyrical starter.

“Inside we both know what’s been going on.  We know the game and we’re gonna play it.”

[vibechronicles]

“I don’t care what anyone says, this song will always be awesome. Even played loudly, on repeat. Over and over and over again. You cozy in that cell, Coldilocks?” 

[ofxfirexandxice]

Almost surprised that Cisco had actually answered his question and even more so that he’d honestly answered it, he finds as he opens the drawer, he briefly considers saying ‘thanks’, but instead he simply glances at the other as he talks then plucks out a stick of mint gum before re-closing the drawer.

Unwrapping the gum, popping it into his mouth, and chewing, he walks over to where Cisco is as he listens to the much more comprehensible explanation of what the kid had meant. He even nods, eyes focusing more on watching him and glancing over at the rough sketch of the gun’s new design rather than on trying to make sense of the whiteboard. There’d be no making sense of all those scribbles and lines.

What he’s explaining seems to make sense. He even thinks that he might understand the basic gist of it, but he wants to be sure they’re on the same page. Because regardless of the reason, nearly freezing to death with Sara in a room with a breached bulkhead because the gun lost charge really isn’t on the list of things that he wants to do ever again.

“So what you’re saying… is that even if I have to, oh, I don’t know… temporarily seal the bulkhead of a time ship, it shouldn’t die on me as quickly,” he repeats, once more trying to sound nonchalant though his serious and calculating stare aimed at Cisco might seem to contradict the tone.

It may seem like a statement, but it’s really more of a question as he tries to make certain that he does in fact understand it as well as he thinks that he does (thanks to Cisco’s second attempt at an explanation). 

After all, he may not be the creator of his favorite weapon (and possibly one of his most prized possessions), but he is the owner of it and he and his colleagues often depend on it. As such, he’s always made it his business to know as much as he can about the weapon, its limits, and its possibilities, even right down to being able to make minor repairs to it and having taken it apart and put it back together so many times that he could no doubt do it in his sleep. 

[vibechronicles]

Cisco points the lollipop at him, grinning brightly. “Bingo! So after you use it, while it’s dormant, it’ll take about as long as usual to charge back to full. But when it’s in use it can actually draw power from the very thing that drains its power: the temperature differentials. I mean it’s not gonna draw quite as much power back as it sucks away by being in use, so it’s not gonna mean you can pull the trigger and just hang out for a few days watching the world freeze, tempting as that might be considering your particular fetish. But a few hours, probably.” 

He glances at the equations, already mentally sketching out what the secondary core will consist of and how he can make it as low profile as possible. “It’s gonna change the balance of the gun a little bit, but nothing you can’t get used to, I figure. And oh my god.” He turns back to Snart suddenly with wide eyes. “Sealing the bulkhead of your time ship. Is that a thing that happens? Is that what you did when it ran out? You had a breach in the bulkhead of your time ship, god, it’s not fair that your life is so much cooler than mine.”  

He studies Snart for a moment, then turns and erases the equations off the board. It’s nothing he doesn’t already have half-way blueprinted out in his head already. He starts sketching in a quick skeleton of the cold gun. “Okay, this is what you’re working with right now. I can tell by some of the scoring and what looks like some rough welding work that you understand it enough to fix it if it breaks, so.” 

He gets to work, drawing in what the new subcore will probably look like, and then drawing the different connections. “So. This is going to have absolutely no purpose aside from the energy transfer from the temperature change of the blasts right back into the fuel core, right? So if it gets damaged or whatever the gun’s gonna be fine, just back to what it is right now. These are the two main connections I’ll have to put in, in case you do need to fix it yourself sometime.” 

He draws out the wiring clearly, marking both for what their purposes will be: collecting the electrothermic energy in its raw form, and then sending it back to the fuel core to recharge. “So. If this one breaks, it can be restored pretty easy as long as you keep the connection to both the core and the chamber here, see?” 

[fusionbonded-deactivated2019040]

“You’re cute.  Unfunny, but cute.” 

[vibechronicles]

“Nope, not falling for it. You love me and my jokes.” 

[ofxfirexandxice]

He listens to the explanations, though a good deal of it does little more than make his brow furrow and his lips purse into a rather spectacular not-quite-scowl, as he tries to follow what the other man is explaining. 

Though it could be easily argued that Leonard Snart may well have a genius level intellect––largely through teaching himself and reading everything that he could get his hands on––that intellect is not geared toward complicated science and equations or theory, a fact that has become painfully obvious on the Waverider where all of the talk of time travel and its various facets and implications give him headaches. (Not that he doesn’t retain the information once he does understand it; just that the acquisition is usually a little rough.) 

Give him basic mechanical or electrical or technological schematics, explanations, or outlines in the eleventh hour and he can make pros jealous with what he can both understand and put into practice, hence why he’s so the best at what he does. Did???

But this?

So while he listens, rather attentively despite his own scattered thoughts, to what Cisco is saying and then watches the gibberish that he’s writing, it basically goes right over his head. There’s a part of him that almost asks for clarification or at least simplification, you know, for those who hadn’t had the luxury of finishing high school or getting a degree from anywhere but the School of Hard Knocks… But there’s also the matter of pride. 

It’s bad enough when people closer to his own age––well, aside from Stein who’s by far older––can make him feel like an idiot. He’s not going to admit to it with someone far younger.

Instead, as the writing and talking went on, he had almost sat down until Cisco announced his conclusion. That had only served to further furrow his brow in irritation at not knowing what the hell he’s talking about until his last statement, which, while surprising and perhaps even slightly confusing, he has no difficulty understanding.

“Blow pops.” He repeats, a note of incredulity and, yes, perhaps the slightest hint of judgement. 

‘ What are you? Six? ’ he  a l m o s t  says. Almost that is until he reconsiders based upon the fact that he and Sara had been gambling with lollipops only a few days ago and there’d been an argument over if the winner really got to keep all of the ones they won… An argument which he may have instigated… So maybe he really isn’t on maturity’s high ground either where candy is concerned.

Not that he has any intention of sharing that information…

“…… Bottom drawer… Got it.” 

Without another word, without a single taunt or sharp remark, he strides over to the desk and opens the drawer.

“…… Got any actual gum?” he questions even as he takes out the bag of candy and tosses it toward him, underhand and slow, and he swears that if Cisco can’t catch that, he’s going to have to leave the room lest he get himself into trouble with comments about how ‘Really, Ramon? My sister catches better than that’ or, worse, laughter.

[vibechronicles]

Cisco would argue vehemently against the idea that anyone who can’t understand his chicken-scratch math is instantly less than a genius. He knows as well as anyone that there’s all different kinds of smarts in the world. Hell, Joe West is like top five for Cisco’s Favorite People, a brilliant detective, a great cop, and can’t understand a flipping word Cisco says most of the time, at least until Cisco rephrases. Genius is a really subjective thing. And if someone’s intelligence isn’t accessible to other people than it’s worthless.

It’s one reason he has trouble with Harry and his more snobbish intellectualism. Harry thinks anyone who can’t understand him first time around should be treated like a simpleton. Cisco thinks Harry’s innately flawed for not being able to adapt himself to the people surrounding him at any given time. Snobs in STEM...Cisco’s dealt with them his whole life, he is never going to become one.

If he was paying more attention and noticing Snart’s discontent he would say as much. But his head’s in the game right now. “Gum’s in the top drawer,” he calls back absently. He’s got a whole snack system. Even the gum’s organized from mint to fruity to strange-substances-in-the-middle, with a shame row dedicated to sugar-free. Mostly for Caitlin. Snacking is serious business. 

He’s gotten used to Harry and his obsessive need to throw markers and tools and occasional explosives, so he catches the sucker one-handed with just a quick glance over. He grins thanks at Snart and unwraps the candy, shoving it in his mouth. 

“Okay, see,” he says around it, “the long-term energy storage on this gun is already like crazy good, especially considering the size. But that’s long-term storage. What you’re having trouble with is short-term...load-leveling, basically. Like if everyone in the city suddenly got up and ran their microwaves and heaters and hair dryers all at the same time, the power plants would most likely brown-out. Because they’re not built for intense usage for long periods of time, right?” 

He nods at his equations, plucking the sucker from his mouth and grinning a red-stained and cherry-flavored grin. God bless sugar. “So best thing to do here, I think, is to add a thermoelectric charge. I’ll put in another small core, heat-based, and when the gun’s firing for extended periods then it can run a current in through the temperature differentials and basically use its own blasts to charge itself right back up to full.” 

[ofxfirexandxice]

Despite any intentions to seem otherwise, Snart had been carefully watching Cisco, trying to gauge not only his immediate reaction but what his actual response might be to the request. 

Leonard is many things, but stupid isn’t one of them. He knows all too well that Cisco could very easily still say ‘no’ and kick him out, no matter the appeal to his loyalty to his friends. In fact, if the roles were reversed, Snart may have done exactly that because if someone had frozen his sister’s fingers and ruined her ability to do something she loved, that someone would have had more to worry about than just getting told ‘no.’ 

He’d have killed them so dead that even the Lazarus Pit Sara had told him about––that had been during one of their mutually sleepless nights playing cards––wouldn’t have revived them.

But Cisco is a better person than him. Aren’t they all?

Even as the other approaches the cold gun, he continues to discreetly watch him, still not entirely certain what his answer will be. He even manages to bite his tongue at Cisco’s incredulity about the charge and at his question about how often it had been used, as if he’d somehow neglected to maintain it. 

No. He says nothing. He simply watches and calculates.

At least, he was carefully trying to calculate until Cisco had spoken the barb about Sara, and then his eyes snap up without any pretense of indifference to focus with cold intensity on the younger man.

The statement is true in context of its sarcastic nature. It’s completely and totally true. Why would he be concerned about her? Why should she even be taken into account into his sleepless nights? What could he even say to argue the point? Does he even actually want to?

He forces himself to relax again, returning his gaze to his hands and leaving it there. He doesn’t take notice of the gun’s inventor inspecting it or the original disapproval at its appearance. He simply tries to rein his, as of late, tirelessly racing thoughts in until Cisco actually begins to address the thing that had brought him here. That draws his full attention again and at the leading ‘but’ he stands, stepping up to the table and resting his fingers on it, allowing them to take his weight as he leans.

“ ‘But’ what?” he prompts, pursing his lips in annoyance, or maybe to keep from saying anything else because this situation is already precarious as it is without making it worse by saying things he shouldn’t or in a way that he normally wouldn’t.

Perhaps he’s a little sharper than necessary and he’s a little more impatient than usual, but––despite whether Cisco’s reasoning itself is accurate or not––he hasn’t been getting sleep and it is beginning to take it’s toll on his usually cool temperament, as well as on his external appearance as the daily darkening circles under his eyes might tell to anyone who bothered to notice them. Not that anyone had. Not that he expected or wanted them to. Because he’s fine. He’s perfectly fine.

[vibechronicles]

Cisco is definitely not watching Snart or trying to pick apart his reactions. He’s learned that there’s no reading that guy. Lisa, as much as he has fond feelings for her, is the same way. He’s pretty sure the only time he’d know how they feel about anything is if they wanted him to know and make sure it’s obvious. Otherwise they’re enigmas. Which sucks, because it makes them interesting, and Cisco Ramon has always loved a puzzle.

Right now, though, his entire mind is on the gun. Snart’s impatient prompt doesn’t distract him, just gets him to start speaking his ideas out loud. “Well, the biggest energy drain is in temperature maintenance, obviously. Back when I first built the thing I was focused more on achieving absolute zero and less on whether I’d found the best way to get there. I know a few more things about thermoelectricity now than I did then.” 

Damn it, damn it, he’s really interested in this. It’s no small fix, what he’s instantly thinking he can do. It’s a complete reengineering of the fuel cells. But. If he can get it right...

He sets the gun down and looks around, finding his nearest whiteboard and grabbing a marker. He keeps talking, mostly because he is who he is and can never resist the urge to brainstorm out loud. “I mean, it’s the difference between Joule heating and the Peltier–Seebeck effect, if you know your heat transfer physics.” He scrawls a few of the base equations for the original heat gun on the board and studies them critically, tapping the marker against his wrist to a tune that only exists in his head. 

He stares at the board and his equations for a moment. His eyes narrow. He focuses on  Hp = ∑κ,αħωp,α[bκ,α†bκ,α + 1/2], and swipes it away with a definite sweep of his sleeve. “Yep. That’s it. I have to recalculate the Hamiltonian. Hey, dude, there’s a bag of blow-pops in the bottom drawer of the desk, help a guy out.” He needs music or sugar, preferably both but he’s not gonna embarrass himself by pulling out the funk while Snart’s sitting around judging the universe. He contents himself by leaving the equations for a moment and sketching out the new side chamber he’ll have to add to the gun. Small, relatively flat, shouldn’t hamper movement at all, but the weight will be different. Nothing Snart can’t get used to, he figures. 

[ofxfirexandxice]

He has to hand it to Cisco. He’s always good for a laugh. Or a barely restrained laugh at least. Because though the other may know that he’s been cruising time and space with a lot of heroes, he’ll not have his reputation further tarnished by something like laughter. 

“It’s true. You  c o u l d  say no. But in this case, I don’t really think that you’ll  w a n t  to… You see, not long ago, one of my colleagues––you may know her as Canary––and I had a very near death experience,” he explains before suddenly pulling his cold gun from its holster. He briefly points it at the other for a moment, just to watch the reaction really, only to shift his grip on it and set it down on the table, one finger still resting on it.

“––Because of  t h i s .  Or, more accurately, because the charge ran out.” There’s the briefest pause as he allows that information to process and he leans back in the chair again.

“Now, after bringing to his attention what happened, and with a great deal of effort on my part I might add, I convinced our good captain to bring us back here so that I could ask if you can figure out a way to improve efficiency or extend the charge somehow.”

With that, he looks down at his hands as though examining them out of sheer disinterest.

“And, before you decide on whether or not you’re really going to say ‘no’,” he begins, tone as nonchalant as though he were discussing the weather, “let me end by saying that anything you can do to improve it, I’m sure that Canary would appreciate as well, seeing as how the two of us seem to work together a lot.”

Not that he’s concerned about her or anyone else on the damned team, right? After all, he’d taken care of Mick for them. He doesn’t owe them anything else. He’s only bringing her up to convince Cisco to help him because friends and family are the only things that ever seem to actually motivate these hero saps. A means to an end. Nothing more. Nothing less.

[vibechronicles]

Cisco listened to every word, schooling his face so that he hopefully looked properly dubious. There was a very real, very selfish part of him that wanted to tune every word out, to let the man talk and then casually remind him of that time he’d kidnapped Cisco and his brother and tortured them into compliance. That was the kind of thing a guy didn’t just get over because the kidnapper had found a conscience. And a time ship. 

Though the time ship definitely helped. 

He frowned. ‘Canary’ would be Sara, Laurel’s sister. Cisco hadn’t met her, but had made her a costume at Laurel’s request. If Snart had really done his homework he’d be holding Kendra over his head, not Sara. But then Cisco supposed he wouldn’t be any more willing to let Laurel’s sister die than Kendra. 

He scowled at the cold gun, the extra and unneeded reminder about those kidnapping days. But despite that he found himself drifting towards the table, studying it. He knew his inventions, they were his babies, and this one had been through a hell of a lot since he saw it last, if the scarred-up casing was any measure. “The charge ran out?” He frowned. “It’s meant to be self-sustaining as long as it gets enough time to recharge ever few hours. How often are you using this thing? Jeez.” 

The challenge got to him where Snart’s words didn’t. Cisco knew Kendra, he knew Ray, he knew Jax and Professor Stein. Any of them would have been better showing up here to ask for his help. But they were all working together, so helping Snart meant helping them. Right? 

He snorted quietly. “Yeah, I’m sure Sara’s livelihood keeps you up at night.” Didn’t matter how sincere Snart was, though, that was the galling thing. Cisco loved his friends - and his inventions - too much to say no. He went to the table and picked up the gun, surveying the cosmetic damage critically, at least until he’d seen enough to show him that Snart actually took pretty good care of the thing, despite it having seen way too much action. 

“Huh.” He mused out loud, to himself way more than to his surprise guest. “Increasing efficiency is out. This thing is already the most energy-efficient model possible.” Having a cryo-engine that could generate long and sustained blasts made of particles of absolute cold that was smaller than the size of a tank was damned impressive. He’d used every possible trick and advance in tech to make it as small as it was without sacrificing energy. He turned it around, studying the fuel tank. “But.” 

[ofxfirexandxice]

vibechronicles started following you

It’s exactly as the lights are flipped on in the lab that he spins the chair around to face the door––just like something out of some mafia film––posture one of being perfectly at ease. When his eyes settle with their usual unnerving sharpness on the new arrival to the room, a smirk appears.

“Ah. Cisco,” he greets, his smirk only broadening. He had planned for any of the others appearing, of course, but had hoped that it would be Cisco who arrived at the lab first that morning.

He leans back even further into his confiscated chair and rests his elbows on the arms, steepling his fingers.

“ J u s t  the person I wanted to see. Why don’t you take a seat?” 

[vibechronicles]

It was a sad fact of his life that as often as Cisco got startled by unexpected voices/annoying visions/evil people lurking around/etc he never actually got used to it. His startle response was still embarrassingly high key. He might have even shrieked a little. 

“Snart?” He gaped at the man in surprise. Last he heard from Kendra, Snart and Rory were off being heroes and traveling through time or whatever. But there he was, getting his Bond Villain on in Cisco’s rolly chair. He started to reach for his phone but hesitated. It would only take a second to send Barry an SOS, but. If Snart wasn’t evil anymore did he need to? 

On the plus side, he had bypassed his regular coffee stop because there’d been a line literally out the door, and from the way his heart was racing now he didn’t figure he’d miss the caffeine. “How did you even get in here? There are so many alarms and locks and okay, yeah, I hear myself, don’t even answer.” Damn genius thieves. 

He edged closer to a tableop to dump his jacket, eyeing Snart suspiciously. “If you want something just tell me what it is so I can say no.”

[vibechronicles]

@thosewhofavourfyre - continued from this:

Cisco had definite mixed feelings about that question. Mick was a Hero now, apparently, all official and everything. But he was still using Cisco’s own invention to hurt and kill other people, which. Yeah, there was some definite guilt there. 

Still. Zoom. He glanced out the window, following Mick’s gaze out at the city that Zoom had been terrorizing for way too long. Hunter Zolomon, Jay Garrick, one more person stabbing him and his friends in the back. 

He let out a breath, and his voice was surprisingly grim when he answered. “You know, I really think he would burn well.” He turned back to Mick, smiling suddenly. “In fact if you’d let me make a couple of adjustments to that gun of yours, I think he could go up bigger than a firework.”

[howlhqs]

“You must really enjoy talking to yourself when no one is around. It would be the only time you’re the smartest person in the room.” He replied. “Coming from the man who wears Star Wars shirts on a daily basis.” He mused. 

[vibechronicles]

“Sure I do. Don’t you?” He sent Hartley a cheeky grin, but the question was genuine. Surely for a guy who always thought he was the smartest in the room he understood the satisfaction of occasional heart-to-hearts with himself. “I look good, though.” He glanced down at his t-shirt. “Also, wrong Star today, this is a Trek thing, not a Wars thing.”

[you-make-me-wander]

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS

[iriswect]

iriswect:

theskirtedenigma:

Following my AUs and Prompts List from a few months back, here is a compilation of my favorite sentence starters for all your writing needs.

Because most of them aren’t mine, credits are at the end.

SHORT

“Marry me.” “Do you want me to leave?” “You are not going without me.” “I can’t believe you!” “I swear it won’t happen again.” “What did you say?” “I’m not jealous.” “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “We can’t keep doing this.” “Are you sure this is legal?” “Isn’t this amazing?” “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” “Stay the night. Please.” “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” “Run away with me.” “You did WHAT?”  “Quit whining.” “Get outta my sight!” “Why are you so annoying?” “Were you ever going to tell me?” “Never in a million years.” “Don’t ask me that…” “I might have had a few shots.” “What’s with the box?” “W- What are you doing?” “Say it!” “I could kiss you right now!” “Are you done with that?” “What’s going on here?” “Stop pinning this on me! You started it!” “It’s your fault we’re in this mess.”  “Did you do this on purpose?!”  “Kiss me.” “Are you still awake..?”  “Excuse you?”  “This is all your fault!” “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!”  “I shouldn’t be in love with you!” “It’s not fair!” “I could kill you right now!” “Knock it off!” “Screw you!” “You’re a complete moron!” “I love this song!” “I can’t be in love with you!” “Make me.” “Don’t tempt me.” “I hate you.” “You are infuriating!” “Just shut up already.” “That doesn’t even make sense.” “Bite me.” “Eat me.” “Kiss my ass.” “Just admit I’m right.” “Just admit you’re wrong.” “You are being ridiculous!” “That’s irrational.” “Listen to me!” “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” “Don’t yell at me.” “That’s it. End of discussion.” “I don’t believe you.” “You shouldn’t have said that.” “Fuck you!” “Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.” “How dare you?” “I dare you!”  “It’s you, it’s always been you.”  “Well this is awkward…” “Just pretend to be my date”.  

MISCELLANEOUS

“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” “The planet is fine. The people are fucked.” “I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.” “You know what I like most about people? Pets.” “Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?” “What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.” “I don’t hate you.. I just don’t like that you exist.” “Love is the jelly to sunshine’s peanut butter. And if I tell you that I’m in sandwich with you, I’m not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag.” “Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.” “Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?” “Can I touch your boob?” “It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.” “You shouldn’t be trusted with small children, should you?” “Give me cake or give me death.” “On a scale from, ’I can sometimes make important phone calls without crying’ to ’I have a stable job with a steady income, a spouse who loves me, a dog, and two kids who are screwed up minimally at worst’, how much of an adult are you?” “You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?” “Despite the cliche, it’s not me, it’s you.” “Obviously you can’t tell a woman you just met that you love her, but it sucks that you can’t.” “No, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.” “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!” “If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?” “I think I’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.” “What have I told you about the toilet seat?” “I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside.” “I vote today to be a pajama day.” “You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.” “I don’t leave messages. If I wanted to talk to a machine, I’d talk to my VCR.” “I can be flexible. As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, I’m totally flexible.” “You know we’re suppose to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do.” “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?” “I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.” “What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me.” “I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!” “This would not happen if I had a penis!” “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.” “All nighter, you and me. First one to fall sleep buys the other dinner.” “I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”  “Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”  “I’m ok, thank you. Just please, stop talking to me.”  “To the night you’ll never remember!” “Excuse me, did the 12:15 bus come by already?” “Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.” “Are you meeting someone here? Because.. I think I’m that person.”  “You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”  “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his/her cake hole.” “I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.” “You better take care of that car or I swear I’ll haunt your ass!” “This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.“ “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.” “I could do that, but could doesn’t mean would.” “You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.” “You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?” “I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”  “Do you need me to kill someone for you?”  “Look out where you’re going, asshole!”  “Fuck the sandwich guy!”  “I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.”  “The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?”  “Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.”  “I’m weird, you’re weird, we could have weird little babies and live weirdly ever after if it wasn’t for the fact I find you repulsive.” “There is nothing wrong with planning a wedding with a video game character.” “I’m gonna lay down and die for like half hour okay?”    “There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendships.” “It’s midnight, what do you want?”  “I think I know how to use a bed.” “If I wake up in the morning and I’m dead… Wait.” “You are completely unfit to handle a child.” “We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL.” “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”  “When in doubt curl into the fetal position and give up on life.” “It’s not a double date, we’re just third and forth wheeling.”

PREGNANCY

“I have something to tell you…” “I think I’m pregnant.” “I’m pregnant!” “When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?”  “You’re smart and successful with an adorable belly.”  “$50 bucks says it’s a girl/boy.”  “Pregnancy suits you…” “Hello little one. We can’t wait to meet you…” “I’ll just be in the bathroom throwing my fucking guts up because our unborn kid wants to be a dick!” “There’s someone I’d like you to meet…” “Shh… He/she’s sleeping..” “I have a special surprise for you. Close your eyes and follow me.” “No, no, no, no, no, we aren’t ready… We aren’t ready for kids yet!” “Oh, gosh, I felt it! I felt a kick!”

FLUFF

“Your hair is so soft…” “You’re so cute when you pout like that!” “Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.” “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” “What, does that feel good?” “HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?” “Are you wearing my shirt?”  “You are ridiculously comfortable…” “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…” “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…” “You’re beautiful, you know that?” “We should get a puppy!”

STARGAZING

“Aren’t they beautiful?” “These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.” “Shooting star, make a wish.” “It’s actually a comet, but I’ll still make one.” “Imagine if it could always be this way, even in the city.” “Never thought something so beautiful could exist in nature…” “Wouldn’t it be cool to name a star after yourself?” “Y'know, your roof may not be the safest place for us to stargaze.” “This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere?” “Is that a– Wait, no, just an airplane.” “I wouldn’t mind falling asleep out here.

FLIRTY/SUGGESTIVE/SEXUAL

“Did you just… finish?” “They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.” “I’m not actually feeling anything.” “Are you getting any closer?” “Why do they make this look so easy in all those porn movies?! This hurts like fuck!” “Did something just happen? You’re not turned on anymore.” “Shit sorry, am I going too fast?” “Wow, you’re hot.” “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” “Hey, I’m open minded.” “Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.” “I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.” “I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?” “I see someone’s happy to see me.” “I saw that. You just checked me out.” “You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.” “Take off your clothes.”  “Tell all those other guys/girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.” “Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.” “Boobs are really just squishy pillows.”  “If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed somethings wrong with you.”  “Blasphemy! Sex solves everything.” “I platonically want to have sex with you. No big deal.”

TEXTS

[text]: What do you want now? [text]: Do you want to bet on that? [text]: Guess who just got back in town. [text]: So I might be in a hospital right now… [text]: We can’t keep doing this anymore! [text]: Come on, come to the party! [text]: Can you pick me up from the bar? Too drunk to drive. [text]: You have no clue how I feel so shut up. [text]: I call bullshit. [text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn’t you? [text] I gave up great shower sex to be here so don’t say I never did anything for our friendship. [text] Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness. [text] Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall. [text] Who says no to sex and donuts?! [text] I know what you did last summer…

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[howlhqs]

“Well you’re the only one.” Hartley drawled, letting out a sigh. It was so much less fun knowing Cisco had gotten used to his jabs. “That’s because it would be unbecoming on you Cisco, I can make anything look good.” He replied sarcastically.

[vibechronicles]

Cisco considered that. “Maybe. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been my only friend.” But his grin stayed in place and his gaze darted over to Hartley for a quick second. “Anything, huh? Sounds like a neat trick. When are you gonna start doing that?” 

[howlhqs]

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“With the amount you talk Cisqito, how do you not even bore yourself to death?” Hartley questioned, glancing at the other across the desk from under his spectacles.

[vibechronicles]

“I have the good sense to find myself fascinating,” Cisco answered cheerfully, not looking away from his tablet as he finished up a set of calculations. “Also, you know, I tend to agree with most of the things I say. We can’t all work that grumpy self-loathing thang.” 

[vibechronicles]

🙋 + what it felt like vibing for the first time

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So that’s more complicated than it seems. I mean, canon starts off showing his vibes as waking dreams he had about Thawne killing him in the erased timeline. So his first actual vibes happened before he knew what was going on. They also didn’t seem all that ‘vibey’ at first, or at least they were different at the beginning than what they grew into. But then, his actual VIBE vibes are generally about other people and current events, not himself in some erased past, so maybe those memories of his death weren’t actual vibes. Just memories. 

The first time he heard something that made his brain feed him an image of himself in tears being murdered by his boss, mostly he felt confused by it. Imagine having a completely immersive flashback of an event you never actually lived through. He was scared, because it was incomprehensible, but he dismissed it as a symptom of stress and overworking himself and moved on. Until it happened again. And again. 

His first actual blue-tinged meta-related vibe at the Flash Day rally, that was something completely different. That was obviously not meant to be some PTSD-induced fantasy playing out in his head like a dream, that was just...weird. And it was even scarier to him than the old dreams about dying, because he couldn’t excuse it as paranoia or fear for his own safety. This was his brain showing him people he had never met saying things he didn’t understand. His vibes are scary not just because he didn’t understand what they were, but because they completely take him over. Whatever’s he doing in real time, he stops. Whatever’s around him, he suddenly doesn’t see it anymore. It’s like the entire world around him changes for those few moments, then changes back. That’s a scary thing for more than one reason, especially when there’s danger around - like at the Flash Day rally - and he could get himself killed suddenly freezing up that way and losing control of himself. 

The first time he consciously tried and succeeded in Vibing for real, when he touched Sand Demon’s leftover bits in order to help find Patty...well, it was mostly still just scary, but it did give him a minor sense of accomplishment. It worked, after all, and it helped, and Patty came through things okay. Still scary, though, because the moment he did that he had to accept that this thing his mind was doing to him was real and was getting stronger.

Cisco’s a scientist. More than that, he’s an engineer. His life is about making things work. Time after time he’s given some absurd concept - like blocking telepathic intrusion from a metagorilla - and his level of understanding about how the world works is so sharp that in a few hours he’s got a working model ready to go. And for a guy like that, a guy whose strength comes from understanding the world to such a degree that he can make the impossible real, it’s absolutely terrifying to have this thing happening inside of his own head that he doesn’t understand and can’t control. Every new discovery helps, the goggles help, the sense of control he can sometimes have helps. But even now he still gets spontaneous vibes stopping him in his tracks and showing him horrible things, so there’s still a sense of powerlessness about his powers in general. 

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you are so golden, and i fear that you don’t know how good you are (insp. / orig.)