flaming hands

11-18-17 || Huevember Day 18

“TAAKO!” Lup skid to a halt, flames already licking her hands… she was ready to fight– even though she should run. She should get away…

“Shit, no–” Barry could see what was about to happen before it came to pass. He rushed forward, and before Lup could respond, he slapped a hand over her eyes. She didn’t need to see what was about to happen to Taako, to her brother.

Barry, Lup, and Lucretia based on @thelastkurta‘s NaNoRiMo prompt- a year cut short, linked in the above quote from the fic!

  • lucretia, giving some sort of monologue about herself: some people say..... i need to be afraid. of losing everything. because of where i had my start and where i made my name. but everything is the same.
  • taako, interrupting her: i’m. i’m sorry. are you doing a dramatic reading of a fantasy demi lovato so—
  • lup, shoving taako aside before he can finish and crying at lucretia’s performance, slowly waving her flame-filled hands in the air like people with lighters at a concert: IN THE LA LA LAND MACHINE.......

“Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide. ”

Crowley had dark hair and good cheekbones and he was wearing snakeskin shoes, or at least presumably he was wearing shoes, and he could do really weird things with his tongue. And, whenever he forgot himself, he had a tendency to hiss.”

in other words, i’m enjoying the Good Omens cast immensely