accelerate | ( OPEN POST )

update: it's 11 pm, we're out of coffee, and this article is still not done.

[ she'll feel air whip at her hair as barry speeds through the house and disappears. what he's left behind: a rose, some leaves (by accident), a thing of coffee that's already been opened, and a cup that's warm and recently made. ]

[ there's no barry in sight. ]

Update: It's 11.01PM, we have too much coffee, and — Okay, I can't write your article for you. I'M SORRY.

[ a wry smile as her fingers curl around the cup. it's still piping hot, as if it's been zapped by the world's quickest microwave. (which isn't exactly an inaccurate title, to be fair.) ]

second update: it's 11:02 pm, i have coffee and a half-written article, but no boyfriend around to share the coffee with.

Clarification requested on your second update: You actually want to share your coffee?

[ does barry even need caffeine? it's the thought of sharing a cup that counts, really. ]

more like share the coffee aroma. but some company would be nice.

You sure? I can be pretty distracting.

Wouldn't want you to get in trouble from your boss if your article outdoes me in tardiness …

update: boyfriend does not recognize informal request for distractions.

formal request submitted.

Formal request received.

Idiotic boyfriend accepts. Except ... Idiotic boyfriend has to clean up a mess before he can come be more idiotic with his really cool and talented and brilliant girlfriend.

Is that an okay sliiiiiight change to the formally lodged request?

change request received and approved. bring donuts this time.

Clarification requested: Sprinkles? Iced? Cinnamon? How many? Can I have the pink? Oooo, what about the Flash donuts?

three pink sprinkles for me, two dozen assorted for you. round up to three dozen and we can bring the leftovers to caitlin's. be sure to get a boston cream for ronnie.

I'll get four dozen … I'm kind of hungry and may have eaten two already …

Do you want a thick shake? Or have we passed the thick shake craving?

just don't eat my pink sprinkles. i will take a strawberry shake to-go, please. be sure to tip your waiter.

Don't mind if I do!

[ you know he just tipped himself, right? barry waiting in line ... he's zipped in and out of stores and left money in the till for his purchases. ]

Oooookay, Houston. So, problem. We may be out of pink sprinkles. Do I try another place and chance the wrath of Jitters in betraying it? Or do I go for the chocolate?

i can't believe they don't have any pink sprinkles. what kind of establishment are they running here?

i will take chocolate sprinkles but let the record show my extreme disappointment

It seems like the kind of establishment an investigative reporter should look into …

Why was there only one pink donut available? Why did a handsome, young man who loves his girlfriend and his girlfriend loves him eat it before 11pm? What is the world coming to!?

Bartholomew Henry Allen, did you eat my pink sprinkle donut?????????????

[ uh oh. ]

[ barry's life definitely flashes before his eyes at his full name being used. "bartholomew" is pretty much a death sentence. ]

Technically when I ate it, it wasn't yours ...

At 10.59pm IT WAS UNCLAIMED.

[ she has it saved under 'badbarry' in her autocorrect, okay. ]

why were you at the donut shop at 10:59 PM? hm???

Um …

[ barry hasn't learnt you can edit how you'd normally talk through texting. ]

I was really, really, really hungry?

[ is this the moment where he admits he'd been doing what they'd agreed he wouldn't do? staying out until 4am chasing after metas who didn't keep to bedtimes was sort of a thing he was meant to be getting better at not doing. restraint, the flash doesn't know thee very well. ]

...

[ that will be the 'message in progress' image flashing on the screen, for the next upteenth minutes while linda finishes her cup of coffee and angry types at her laptop. ]

you're not out for a run, are you?

I'm not really running if I'm texting you, am I? We both know how well that went last time.

[ ha ha. ]

[ last time? the messages were full of the wrong versions of the autocorrected typoed words and "sjdfkls sdfjskdfklsfkls". barry may be the fastest man alive, but he hasn't quite gotten the hang of messaging with a few taps of his fingers while running. voice to text doesn't work in his favour, either; there's too much wind. ]

[ she stares at the phone for a few minutes, anger gone as quick as it had come. she doesn't exactly need the donut, or the shake, or even really the coffee.

it's a nice gesture, and she knows it gives him something to do while she works late to try and finish an article that should have been written by some intern with the flu, but she'd much rather be in bed with her boyfriend in the middle of the night.

it's one of those frustrating realizations that, sometimes, barry and linda just prioritize things differently. she lets out a soft huff, closing the laptop, and heads upstairs to settle into bed. ]

don't stay out too late, okay?

[ it's difficult to read anything through text, obviously. barry can easily take this as her laughing and not wanting him to overstay his welcome to the night's party, or this can be her way of not letting him know he's disappointed her again. ]

[ it's hard to break a habit of being a night owl, a literal one that hoots toward metas who are too afraid to come out during the day, even when he has a good incentive to. ]

When's Barry-stops-being-a-distraction o'clock again? I have donuts to deliver. And a finished article to celebrate.

now sounds good. :)

[ donuts or no donuts, some quality time sounds like exactly what the doctor's ordered. ]

I hope you left a few donuts for me in that box.

I left you all the good ones. Cinnamon, blue icing, chocolate, and a surprise. It'll be a box you definitely want to open!

And a thick shake … Don't grow too attached to that, because there's a 75% chance I'm going to spill it on the road. I need to talk to Cisco about cup holders.

[ barry saves her. he's a superhero, that's his job. but he saves her, and then he tells her to run. at first, she wants to protest - running is his job, fast as the lightning emblem on his chest - but he doesn't let her. just keeps telling her, run away, run away, run home. be safe.

so she runs. she runs until her legs start to give out, until she feels the cramps pinching at the back of her calves, until she's curled into a ball on the side of the road, out of breath and in pain all over. she runs until she can't anymore, and texts caitlin and iris and cisco, who pick her up in the team flash van and bring her back to star labs.

it's in star labs that linda lets caitlin check her vitals, tend to her minor wounds, put ice on her calves to soothe her aching muscles. it's in star labs that cisco holds her hands, tells her it'll be okay, rubs her back. it's in star labs that iris brings her a computer, tells her to jot down what she's feeling, get it out. she can't do any of it, can't look anyone in the eyes or let it process quite yet.

it's too much, too fast, and then iris and linda's phones go off at the same time - pictures taken at central city picture news, of barry's bruised and mangled body, of zoom laughing and crowing over the terrified reporters. and then another alert - pictures from the police station, the same miserable scene. iris leaves, to find her father, to put together a plan, and caitlin and cisco ready star labs for their next patient, and suddenly linda feels extraneous in a new and especially painful way. she isn't part of this, not quite, not really.

while their backs are turned, while everyone is distracted, she leaves. she hails a cab from the next corner, ice packs still attached to her legs with medical tape, ekg sensors still stuck to her chest and shoulders. the cabbie asks her if she needs the hospital. no, just her bed, she tells him, and he brings her there, careful not to take the speed bumps on the side roads too hard. he helps her climb the flight of stairs to her apartment, tells her not to overdo it, wishes her well. linda thanks him, and locks the door behind her, flips the deadbolt, pulls the security chain. things she's never thought to do.

now, late in the evening on some number of days later, linda finds herself curled on the couch, blankets wrapped around her and a channel of television she doesn't remember selecting narrating nonsense into the air. it makes her feel a little less alone. she hasn't left her apartment in days. her phone has a million text messages - from iris, from cisco, from caitlin - but she can't bring herself to reply. she doesn't know what to say. she doesn't know how to explain her feelings, or if they're even worth talking about. ]

[ day...... 19. yes, that's sounds about right. barry has the decency to turn off the light in his cage when night comes, and come in the morning to turn it back on. that has happened nineteen times now, which means he has been here for nineteen days.

he feels restless. energy bundled up inside, coursing through, demanding to go, go, go but there's nowhere he can. the cage's glass is somehow dampening his powers and so he is left with nothing but the excess and it's killing him. he remembers how he experimented on rats when he was testing the first samples of his speed formula, keeping them on the hamster wheel and seeing how they ran. he doesn't even get a damn wheel, so he's just a bored rat trapped in a cage.

worst part is barry is late - or well, he assumes. he's famished, his body still burning so many calories even when he isn't running them off, and it's infuriating how he has to depend on the brat for even just a damn sandwich. at least he gets a couple bottles of water, though the sugary soda has calories for him to intake. he kind of wishes barry would either let him out or have the damn guts to finish the job, but no. he gets to be trapped here because barry just can't decide what to do with him. doesn't want him free, doesn't want him dead, so he gets to live in a cage. fun.

how long will this nonsense last is the question. surely barry must realize being in an alternate timeline for this period of time is going to catch-up with him eventually? ...well, ok, this is barry, so no he may not actually realize it. a brilliant mind that is wasted on an emotional dolt. what fun. he better get some damn fries today or he might lose his mind. ]

[ keeping thawne alive is torturous for not only thawne, but for barry as well. killing the man who is responsible for the unkind death of his mother and the following destruction of his family should be easy. how many times has he imagined over the years defeating the man in yellow? even as a kid, he'd imagined himself as the numerous fictional heroes he held in high esteem, delivering the final blow to the one person no one believed was real. ]

[ now that he has him, barry doesn't know what to do with him. sometimes he can hear his dad telling him to be merciful, and there are other moments where he can hear nora's screams deafening the loud buzzing of kinetic energy. he sees eddie in him at times, by the shade of his hair, even the cut of his jaw. ]

[ sometimes barry wonders if keeping him locked up is better than what he believes thawne deserves. ]

[ bringing him a meal from big belly burger is a kindness barry cannot refuse to give thawne. he is still a man, albeit one that should no longer exist. he has cravings, needs, feelings — buying him a large big belly burger meal is his way of killing his enemy with kindness. ]

[ that's what he's doing — being kind, the one thing eobard thawne cannot do. ]

[ standing outside of the warehouse, he stares at it for a long moment. he could leave, back way now and let thawne rot in there. he can enjoy this life with mom and dad, even though it's not quite full. or he could do as he should, do what's true to his character, and open that first door and then the damn door of his cage and feed his enemy another bag of curly fries. ]

[ following the routine he has established, he lets out a calming breath, steels himself by taking a handful of curly fries from thawne's meal, and steps inside. the door's louder than it has any right to be, and his footsteps echo in the quiet warehouse. ]

[ late — that's what barry allen's got a knack for. and not speaking; his face is steel when he walks in, tongue purposefully lead. there's so much he wishes to say to thawne, but he doesn't want to give him the platform to preach. ]

[ the nice thing about being in a rundown, dilapidated warehouse is that he can hear everything in it. the small drip of old water leaking. the scurry of rats, the sound of buzzing flies and crawling roaches. the cold air that breezes through the windows all the way on high, shining faded sunlight into the building during the day. and footsteps. only one pair of steps.

he leans against the wall facing toward the east, staring at... well, a wall, made of glass that he can vaguely see through. as the footsteps come closer, he turns his head over, a deadeye stare offered. seems barry decided to remember to come today after all. he notices a bit of food in his hand and scoffs. ]

You don't even get me the large portion, and you're taking some out? [ he smirks, wry and hateful. ] Your generosity knows no bounds, Flash.

[ those fries go right into his mouth. it's petty, but thawne had taken something of his, so he's chosen to pay it back. (it's the furthest he'll allow himself to go, if one ignores the fact he's trapped thawne in a cage.) ]

[ he shrugs his shoulders, approaching the cell. sometimes barry wonders if thawne's anger, ambition, and mere intelligence is going to see that cage combust. how long will it hold the reverse-flash's time remnant? is thawne merely biding his time, as he has done so before? he hates how he can't trust this moment. a part of him wonders if this is a stepping stone that will lead him toward that future the newspaper headline had proposed. ]

[ but he has to trust his gut. that gut of his continues to tell him if he lets thawne out, mom's gone, dad's gone, everything he should've had will be gone once again. ]

[ his grip on the paper bag grows tighter. it's clear he's not handing it over any time soon. ] I bring you junk food. That's more than what you deserve.

--Mature.

[ no good asshole. that's just one of the things he loathes about this man. he thinks he's above everyone else. controls what happens, controls people's fates, calls all the shots and leaves you in the dust. and it's about more than just some damn french fries (though, god, he's so pissed at his food being touched) but right now he's not in a position to do much fight back.

but oh, how he remembers every slight. even the petty ones feel like stabs. ]

Should I say 'thank you'? Is that what you're expecting, because I promise you there is no future where you hear me say those words to you.

[ It takes Cisco... an Amount of time to work his way up to it. There's no getting around that. Everything is a mess.

He can show up for city-saving like a professional, and he can drag himself through all the motions, he can do the things that he knows he has to do. But the rest of the time he's busy feeling like his life is made out of damp sand. Every time he tries to scrape it together into a cohesive little lump, something crumbles, or the tide rolls in, or something.

Metaphors are hard.

He's as hard-up for metaphors as he is for wanting to be or have company.

So. It takes the time Amount.

The thing is, Cisco's not stupid. Well, he's never been stupid. In this specific case he means he is also not stupid-stupid.

He knows what he's doing re: Barry isn't helping. Not him, not Dante, not Barry, not anyone. He knows what he's doing is just... beating a sad, hollow-feeling, dead horse and going in circles. Never feeling better for it. Never having his whole heart in it.

Pretending not to know that doesn't make it less true.

You get tired of arguing with yourself when you know the truth the entire time. You get tired of missing someone who keeps making it really clear that he wants to be around for you.

(What happened to Barry's mom only happened because Barry sent Thawne back to the future, and he only did that because keeping Thawne around was straight-up killing Cisco, and Cisco knows it, and he knows once upon a time he wanted Barry to do exactly what Barry did, gave him the full blessing, and--

And he's tired. And he's sad. And he's sitting alone in the dark on his couch in the middle of the night thinking about being tired and sad, and he can't compartmentalize away the part of him that just keeps going why are you doing these things if you know all that.

Maybe he's a little bit stupid, because he can't come up with an answer.) ]

can we talk? it's not a trap so that i can yell at you again ftr

[ Like any cool person, obviously texting is the lead-in. ]

[ well, if cisco wanted to yell at him, he'd take it. there's a reason why barry doesn't particularly fight anyone who decides to yell at him or remind him of the fact his decision to go back in time has changed little bits of the current timeline.

his decision didn't affect him, not in the same way it's affected iris and joe, cisco, caitlin, and even diggle.

barry's quick to reply back, since he's sitting on his couch in the dark, trying to catch up on his reality tv shows where the drama is pettier and not even relatable anymore to his drama. he wishes he had the same problems as the kardashians. he wishes someone had hit him with a louis vuitton handbag. ]

Definitely.

[ what's he going to do? tell his best friend he doesn't want to talk to him? if cisco wanted to call him up to remind him his brother's dead because of his choice, he'd let him. it's what cisco needs, and it still means cisco's technically acknowledging his presence.

if cisco wanted to talk to him like they did pre-flashpoint and then get mad at him the next day, that's fine, too. he much prefers being able to talk to his cisco. flashpoint's cisco was strangely offbeat. ]

You can capslock at me if you want to. I hear that's sometimes good.

[ he also sometimes reads it as excitement. ]

[ And like Ol' Faithful, Barry's TV binge schedule remains the same. That's good. Cisco was taking a gamble banking on that. Not that he sees why it would have changed, but, hey, weird times. ]

nah that's not my style

[ Cisco leaves it there for a bit. The next part is the harder part. He has to keep stopping and thinking. Does he really think that, is that really what he's feeling that way about, is that true, is that right-- it goes on like that.

He has to keep coming up against the clear edges of that ragged emotional black hole for perspective. It hurts. But it's still perspective, as long as he remembers not to fall into it. Reads the sign that says "look out for the flashpoint pit," which he didn't see the first time because he was finally starting to fill in the "it's not ethically okay to ask Barry to change the timeline for my brother" pit.

What's the good of being a nerd if he can't compartmentalize a little when he needs it now? ]

i'm sorry i mean i'm sorry i'm saying sorry in a text message, i can say it in person but i'm also just sorry first of all

[ now that he has super speed, barry's impatience has been amplified. but with cisco, he waits. he knows there's more to come. ]

You don't have to be sorry.

[ if barry understands anything, it's grief. if he understands anything about grief, it's how unfair it really is. it's been over a decade and he's still in that living room of his old home.

but he's had his closure—sort of. cisco hasn't. ]

About being sorry.
Or being sorry that you're sorry.
Or being sorry about saying sorry over text.

[ man, it's sometimes difficult being them. ]

I'm sorry that you're sorry.
And I'm sorry that I'm completely destroying this word of any meaning.

My apologies.

yeah the apology hull got breached there, dude. shields are at 40% and falling

[ Even emotionally-fraught, awkward texting is easier with Barry than anyone else. They speak the same nerd-shit language.

And when he's not jumping down the painful rabbit hole, Barry being Barry, like always, helps so much more than it grates. ]

i do need to say it though. i haven't been good since dante like i'm probably not gonna be good for a while i guess you know how that feels but i know it's not something that you DID to him you know? i know it could've gone down the same way no matter what the timeline situation was i know that's how accidents work

[ He still gets those flashes, sometimes, of a life where things went differently. Where his brother is alive and they're working out their stupid brother issues.

If he tried, he could scan through the multiverse for a bunch of Earths where Dante's around, he could follow those all the way to the center of the eerie vibe spider web. He could find worlds where Barry's family is alive, hell, where Ronnie is alive, where there was never a particle accelerator, where, where, where--

There's no amount of fishing around that would change this reality.

(There was never a "notice his brother in imminent danger less than an hour away" vibe.) ]

all i've been doing is trying to turn you into my weird grief lightning rod and that's not fair you didn't exactly skip back because you were thinking stuff through and having a great time i guess i just thought mad would be easier to handle than dealing with the rest of this but it turns out being mad REALLY sucks, barry

[ Don't worry, Barry, the text floodgate opened post-haste.

broke: what dctv did
woke: friends who are both grieving talking like grownup friends about their problems. ]

[ ooo, man, good way to try and make him cry. he's barely holding it together, man. don't do this. ]

I don't really want you to be sorry for anything, Cisco.

[ cisco's right, barry definitely knows how it feels… but he's at a loss when it comes to someone dying of a natural way or via a muggle-caused accident. his parents have both died by something almost supernatural. there's no reason why dante died other than being purely unlucky. this is territory barry doesn't quite know how to navigate.

he'd been tentative and gentle with iris and joe with francine, but this is a whole other kettle of fish. this is cisco. ]

I would be upset, too, if someone refused to go back and save my mom or my dad. I've been upset for way too long that I don't know what it feels like to not be.

I am sorry Dante's gone. I really, really am.

[ more than anyone. he does feel responsible, even if he didn't sit with time itself and decide who lived and who died as a sacrifice of his choice. ]

I said no to going back and saving him because I don't want you to have to deal with the ramifications of that choice. That's worse than anything. I wish I could go back and fix everything because I would do it in a flash.

[ he writes that on purpose, btw. ]

But I don't want to do that because who's to say the Ramon we lose isn't you?
That's not a risk I'm ever going to take. If that makes me selfish, then, you know, I am and I'll wear it.

[ Cisco and Barry battle their natural inclination to cry on their couches. It's a little bit of a losing battle.

He lets Barry get the whole texting bulk out there. A little bit because it's just good manners after Barry let him dump a million messages out there. In the vast majority, because he does just plain wanna know what Barry has to say about it all.

The anger is still there, the knee-jerk irritation. But removed from all the overwhelming in the moment-ness of doing this face to face, the thinking time that he got in already, the extra time to think before replying... if he doesn't get anything else out of this somehow, at least he can say for sure now that it really isn't Barry he's been mad at. Well, not after the initial "I'm sorry, I can't go back for Dante" bomb dropped.

That was definitely him being mad at Barry specifically. Even logically knowing it wasn't exactly justified. He'll own up to that.

It's still weird thinking about it. You grow up with no friends, getting bullied, always feeling like a second-best son no matter what, and then one day you've just kinda got a friend who thinks you're too important not to know.

(That didn't turn out to be a shady murderer from the future. Eat shit, Thawne.)

The universe wants us to be bros and everything. ]

i know. i think the day you're ever actually selfish is the day hell freezes over. me playing the selfish card doesnt make it true it's kind of a problem actually if you give like you're worried what happens when you stop, i think what happens is you emotionally dry out like a raisin and then i have to explain how i'm best friends with this doc brown looking dude it's not you i'm mad at. i just went out of my way trying to make it so there was something i could blame you can't really yell at the universe in general even when you have superpowers. that was all me. that was my bad. i threw fuel on the fire instead of backing you up. it isn't gonna happen again. i'll rehydrate your raisiny ass myself if i have to.

[ If a Cisco doesn't use humor to cope and deflect is he really Cisco? Polls are out. ~~caitlin's gonna turn them all into enough of a set of emotionally drained raisins.~~ ]

if it weren't for you my parents would be down 2 kids instead of 1 right now anyway one big awkward "cisco got murdered" fest. i didnt forget that either. it means a lot to me that i mean a lot to you. you mean a lot to me. hence the apologizing

I wouldn't make a very good raisin. I don't think it'd match the snatch suit you made for me.

[ also "the raisin flash" sounds like a really bad name that he doesn't tell cisco. he doesn't want cisco to hate him for putting that down into actual permanent writing. ]

I forgive you.
Like a well-watered raisin.
So stop apologizing or else you'll become wrinkled and wither up and it won't be fun because I cannot be friends with a raisin.

That's where I draw the line, dude.
Unless you can still be a raisin and marathon things, then I withdraw everything I've said. Do you still have fingers if you're a raisin?

[ he tries to be funny but this is why cisco is the "funny friend" and barry is the "tall friend". ]

Now I realize you didn't mean you'd become a literal raisin.

[ his reading comprehension remains in tip top shape. ]

I wouldn't have let you get murdered, btw. Then I'd have to invite Oliver over for everything and he's really just not even in the same league as you when it comes to being funny.
That is something I will not stand for.
Oliver thinks "LOL" is "lots of love".

So, I guess I'm selfish there.
I have very hard friend standards for people to live up to.

[ at least cisco wouldn't hijack his wedding. ]

if you got raisined in my suit i WOULD be mad at you. so i'm not against making a pact against shriveling up physically OR emotionally. cover our bases. the forgiveness is appreciated. you're not getting out of a hug just bc we're on the phone. i'm remembering it.

[ The fastest man alive and yet, at times, so slow. Cisco really does love him. A stupid emotional text conversation riddled with grape metaphors is a balm on his soul after the past few months. ]

i mean to keep the metaphor going, oliver is too far gone into emotional raisinhood to be in my league for sure. imagine being that jacked and handsome and not even bothering to be emotionally available? it's a waste.

[ Let's establish this as the timeline where olicity tries to hijack the wedding and Cisco steps up like "stay in your lane and sit your thot asses down, does this look like a public affair to you" and everyone agrees with him bc they too have had Enough. ]

Edited (i forgot an important part) 2020-06-29 04:03 (UTC)

[ this is why cisco is the best: he is his best man. barry has and will always make a good choice when he picks cisco to be his anything after iris. ]

Do you really think he's jacked and handsome?

[ that makes barry a sad raisin. not that oliver shouldn't be able to be jacked and handsome, it's just… would cisco vote for oliver over him in the ultimate jacked and handsome superhero awards? ]

I think he's a bit of a shrivelled up raisin, in all honesty… Imagine not being able to let anyone have the spotlight, Cisco. I say this with complete confidentiality between you and me. I am invoking the Barrisco Lock.

Oliver didn't even text me to tell me what he thought of the latest Kardashian episode. He promised me he would! I can't deal with this guy. We can't be friends anymore.

you have eyes, you know he is. but being all shrivelled up inside knocks him down a few points. can't even keep his promises. what's not to like about taking some time to enjoy the height of rich people drama? it distracts you from real people drama. oh i guess all his drama is technically rich people drama though? too close to home for him? he could pass some of that cheddar my way and see how the other half lives, just sayin

But are we poor people drama or just people drama? Could we be rich people drama considering I kind of inherited the lab? And by association, as my best friend, you are also an inheritor of the lab and Thawne's blood money?

[ this is spiralling. ]

Do you think Thawne ever worked a job? How did he get so much money?

[ was harrison wells really that loaded? ]

vanderpump rules drama. a ton to keep track of, we never learn our lesson, but our apartments are pretty sweet. honestly i just assume he came into existence fully formed and ready to steal. shady business from top to bottom. a little sneaking around stealing stuff from people with ideas, a little advanced interdimensional tech on the patent, a little bad vibes time travel, set for life. between our powers, we could be bill gates rich if we decided to do crimes. like apart from technical vigilantism which is a crime.

Do you think there's a version of us out in the Multiverse where we are criminals? Maybe you vibe people off of bridges and I erase them. Maybe Iris is in on it too and covers it up with her reporting! And no one would ever figure it's us because we have awesome tech and your brain.

This got dark. I'm so sorry.

it's cool. there was a compliment about my brain in there so that helped. if there's a world where we're ALL criminals we're probably killing it? i try not to do pulling strings and peeking behind the dimensional curtains about that stuff. you know how it is. Multiverse FOMO is real when literally everything's possible.

( OPEN POST )

pick a timeline barry, you're good at that.

lets go with cute domestic bc i can't get enough of it pls

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\ (•◡•) / smol humans who are sad

because flashpoint was only an episode long and we have three months of material unseen.

we missed out on three months of fighting over curly fries and the lack of toy thawne gets

stop denying him his hot wheels car.

go to bed early and you can have it

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in this house we fix s3 characterization

you can stay here permanently until i kick you out bc you've compromised me.

:')

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you are free to toss this in the trash if you're no longer interested! sorry for taking so long.

tenderly squishes your face and also barry's face and also your cats' faces

💖 squishes your face and your dog's face and picks your pocket

💰💰

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