caitlin wood

Claude Livingston’s Maybe Babies #8: Marissa Wood (@blurrypxls)

Yeah, I remember that I owed some maybes from my completed BC! Claude and Marissa had a son, Ruben Livingston, and a daughter, Caitlin Wood.

TOU: Don’t claim them as your own or reupload, don’t change their face features. You can change anything else in their looks (hairstyle, makeup, clothes, your own defaults etc.) and use them for whatever you want (legacies, stories, challenges). Feel free to change their traits too. Tag me if you use them :)

Download: Ruben / Caitlin

I don’t get people who hate the actor because of the character??? Like, I get that it’s hard to separate the two, but think of it this way.

You meet a bank teller. (S)he’s a really nice person, they stand up for the right things, and are overall wonderful.


Pretty ridiculous, right?

After all, why would you judge this perfectly nice person just because of their job—oh wait.

Now, if that wasn’t enough for you, let’s just say your best friend tells you they’re depressed.

Your response is “oh my god, we can’t be friends anymore. After all, I hate mental illness. I cannot view you as a person who has to deal with depression, I now see you as mental illness itself. Here, let me send you some death threats and tell you how horrible you are for killing so many people.”

But, Susan, Jenny isn’t mental illness. It’s just a part of her and she needs your love and support.

You would never do any of this, right?

Well, Susan. You kind of already are. See, actors are not their character. You can hate an actor for something they’ve done, but isn’t it kind of ridiculous to hate them for something their character did? Really, all they did was read the words given to them and portray the emotion in any way they could. It’s their job. So, Susan, the next time you attack an actor, make sure they actually did something wrong. Please, go ahead and send hate mail to Kevin Spacey or George Takei. Rapists who think their positions of power should let them get away with it deserve all your hate. But don’t hate on Chris Wood or Bob Morley because you hyper-focused on that time their character made a mistake.

Reblog and tag an actor that gets a ton of unreasonable hate.


space puppy’s. 🌠❤ They happy. We happy.


He said, “please don’t go away”. I said, “it’s too late”. And now I can’t stop thinking that I can’t stop thinking that I almost gave you everything. And now the whole thing’s finished and I can’t stop wishing, that I never gave you anything. { Song : Halsey ♫ 100 letters }

Can we just say LOVE TO ALL SWEET BBYS. I am sooo fucking sick and tied of all this fucking hate. They are all fantastic actors and they portray their characters beautifuly but people need to stop hating and just enjoy the beauty.
—  Me about all the hate and bullying in ships and fandoms and life in general.
I'll Always Come Back For You. (Barry Allen/The Flash Imagine)

Request: Could you do an imagine where The reader fakes their death in order bc of Waller and when they appear back in STAARS Lab Barry explodes. Maybe even Barry telling her, “You made me love you, you made me let you in. And then you freaking died in my arm”

Has anyone seen Suicide Squad yet? I’m about to go watch it tonight with my family! 


I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by sanctilacrimis

Amanda Waller targeted your abilities. She was intrigued as to how you could control the minds of others and she was relentless on your recruitment. Eventually you realized that she’d start sending members of her Task Force X, also known as the Suicide Squad, to hunt you down or even harm your loved ones, as in Barry and the team… More so Barry as he was your… something… 

You reemerged from your chemical lab, you had just taken the vial that was filled with a substance that could send you into a death-like sleep. It seemed to be taking a while to begin. You began to take note of everything you’d be leaving. Caitlin, Cisco, Joe, Iris, Barry. You’d be leaving the most important people in your life. You began to see black dots in your line of vision and your brain began to feel numb as well as your heart began to feel weaker. “Barry-” You called out before you fell, everything going black. 

The team tried to cope or go on after your death and so did you. And the both of you had similar outcomes, you couldn’t. The team lost its spark and its happy groove. Cisco missed pissing you off and you telling him to take a hike in which your powers would overcome his mind and actually take him on an adventure in the woods. Caitlin missed analyzing data and having you fuss over everyone on the team. Joe missed the coffee you’d make and you visiting him at the station with the stereotypical police donuts in hand. Iris missed giving you advice on how to pursue Barry’s love, but you didn’t need it, you already had all of it without even trying. And Barry… Oh how Barry just missed you. 

You tried to move far away. New York City, Beacon Hills, Mystic Falls, New Orleans. You tried to leave Central City, but you just couldn’t. So you stayed in the outskirts of town, learning more and more about your powers and about yourself. But you’d hear about how team Flash would be falling apart. The news would say how the Flash had gotten hurt on another mission, ones that he would normally come back from unscratched, or that he was too reckless. 

Before you knew it, you found yourself back at the lab. The elevator still led straight into the heart of S.T.A.R. Labs but it didn’t feel like a heart anymore. Everyone looked so tired or out of it and they didn’t even notice you coming in. “I thought there would’ve been a welcome home party.” You said, gaining their attention. 

Barry was the first one to look over, but having to to do a double take. “(Y/N)?” He questioned, speeding in front of you. “You guys see her, too?” 

“Crystal clear.” Iris gasped as she slowly made her way towards you. “How are you still alive?” And that’s when you dove into a long explanation on how you did what you did and why you did it. 

After your story, you looked over to Barry. “Barry, I’m-” 

“I can’t believe it.” There were no signs of any excitement, relief, or even any emotion in his tone. But then it all burst out into anger. “You should’ve came to me! You knew I that I would’ve helped you! But no, you decided to run off and play Jedi in the outskirts of the city! I lost my mom when I was eleven then my dad fifteen years later. Then I lost you, (Y/N)!” Tears started streaming down his face now. “You made me love you! You made me let you in! And then you freaking died in my arms!” He fell onto his knees with his head in his hands as he began to sob. “You left me!” 

Your heart broke at the statement. “Barry, yes, I left the team. I left you. But I was miserable out there, too. You had the team to be with you and I had no one. Every time I’d speak to someone I’d have to erase their memories of me. I came back because I knew you weren’t okay. I knew I had to fix what I broke in the team and in you.” You said, tears rushing down your face now too. “But I came back, Barry. I run out on things, even though I’m not the Flash, but Barry, I’ll Always Come Back For You.” 

He looked up at you, his eyes glassy as well as yours. “Good. Because I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” 


I’m jealous, I’m overzealous when I’m down, I get real down. When I’m high, I don’t come down. I get angry, baby, believe me. I could love you just like that and I could leave you just this fast but you don’t judge me ‘cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too.  ‘Cause I got issues but you got 'em too so give 'em all to me and I’ll give mine to you. Bask in the glory of all our problems 'cause we got the kind of love, It takes to solve 'em.

Affordable Farming

“Caitlin!! Have you seen the..? Oh.

The – kid, Ford told herself was the word she would have used – was right where she hoped she wasn’t; in the middle of a mess. Any drawer within a two-year-old’s reach had been pulled wide open and they were suspiciously empty. Pans, pots, sandwich bags, dish soap, rubber gloves, rolls of tinfoil, rubber tongs??… and countless other objects Ford didn’t bother to identify littered every square inch of the kitchen floor.

Caitlin Farmer was knelt on the tile floor and bent over in half, reaching into the empty cabinet under the sink, hands grabbing and chasing a giggling, shrieking, trouble-maker of a Zimbits daughter.

What was it they had said again? She’s two – how much trouble can she get into?

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