Since I can find happiness only in AUs I imagine Erwin and Mike being hopeless hippies in the very late 60’s and visiting the Woodstock Festival in Bethel, NY, where they meet the harsh, annoyed and feisty waiter at a local diner, Levi, who hates the Festival’s guts, because of his increasing workload and the “fucking filthy, disgusting and dirty tree huggers”, but seems to not hate Erwin’s weird, embarrassing and stoned pick up lines as much as he pretends to do and ends up dating Erwin, who loves to knit them matching flower crowns in the evenings, while listening to the music…
Okz, I finished him faster than I expected hehe….and it didn’t take two hours….maybe 45 minutes or whatever. Anyways it still looks like crap cause I can’t draw good what-so-ever….so…yeah. welp…I think I’m going to sleep….it’s way too late for me…and I can hardly keep my eyes open. G’ night peepz.
Goth by: @nekophy
Okay, look, half an hour ago I was thinking about going to bed and then this hit me square in the noggin and frankly that’s gonna have to be the excuse for any lack of coherency because good GOD Candice in that preview trailer, thank you and good night.
So Much for My Happy Ending
Deep in her stomach, there’s a knot of cold, numb confusion. Barry’s mouth is moving and he’s telling her - he’s telling her -
The rest of her is taking it in, feeling it sink from her skin through her muscles and down to her bones. She can feel tears rolling hot down her face, fear and horror choking up her throat, boiling in her stomach. She wants to throw up. She ate Chipotle for lunch. It’ll be a mess in this gleaming white room, she thinks stupidly, and grits her teeth against the bile rising up.
He catches her by the shoulders - Hey. Look at me.
Barry’s touch, the most familiar thing. Barry’s hands and his warmth and the angle of his long arms and the wideness of his eyes as he looks at her with an expression she only just learned to identify two years ago, which is not enough time.
Four months isn’t enough time either.
None of this is enough time.
Because in five months, she’s going to die.
Four months plus five months doesn’t equal a year, which means she will never have a real anniversary with Barry. She wants an anniversary with him, more than anything.
She wants a family with him.
She wants a home with him.
She wants to fight with him over stupid things, and laugh with him over stupider things. She wants to see him grow grey and she wants to see him still look at her like he’s looking at her now, when she’s grey herself.
She wants a life, a full long one. She wants to write big, important things. She wants to be somebody. She wants to leave her own Iris-shaped mark on the world, carved deep. She wants friends and laughter and to see her father hold his grandbabies and to see Wally become his full adult self and build a life too.
Three score and ten, she remembers that from somewhere. Maybe something Grandma Esther says, from the Bible, about the length God allotted to human lives.
She’s not a fool, and she’s not a child, and she knows that God makes no promises. Promises are a human arrogance.
She wants her three score and ten, whatever that means, with Barry.
She wants - she wants - she wants.
“This is not gonna happen,” he swears. “I swear on both my parents’ lives, I will protect you.”
She nods and thinks, you are not a god; you are not immortal. She’d said as much to him last year, when he was flush with the Speed Force and felt invincible, and she can’t stop herself from thinking about what happened next.
“Do you believe me?”
“Yes,” she says, and hopes that someday soon, she does.
still riding high from yesterday, i have new sheets on my bed, i’m taking the day off today and i’m going to do my shopping and do some cleaning too, i’ve got my two favourite seminars tomorrow, i’m also seeing some more theatre, i’m having dinner with my friends on saturday, and then we’re doing a run of the first three acts of macbeth on sunday! i’m so v lucky & embarrassingly emo about how happy i am and how far i’ve come from this time in 2016
K so it’s not done. I still have to shade his clothes and everything. BUT I was impatient so I decided to post the almost-finished version. This is the first time I have ever used any sort of digital art software, and it took a while to get used to. But I think I’m getting there. Also my styli that I ordered still haven’t come, so I made this with my touchpad on my computer. I will probably finish this tomorrow, I’m going to bed.