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How the Rogues could save The Flash Season 4

This is for you @coldtomyflash, including absolutely NO actual spoilers for the real season, just an idea my husband and I had.

We don’t want another speedster villain any time soon, so what would be the best main villain for season 4? Why the Rogues of course, in their actual glory.

Imagine in the first half of the season, we get a focus on each of them separate - Shawna, Mark, Roy, Axel, Sam, Rosa, and Lisa. Add others as you like (I actually think Hartley MIGHT be back to being a villain because of Flashpoint, because Cisco made a comment about him being a dick, when in the previous iteration they seemed friendly).

Regardless of the members, Lisa is the one who tries to pull these Flash villains together, because obviously they suck at taking him down on their own. Why does she want to take down The Flash? Because she blames him for her brother’s death. 

But it’s a disaster when they try to team up. They are all even worse at working together, won’t listen to Lisa, no one can agree on who should actually lead, and whenever things are going well because Lisa is just as good of a planner as Len, one of them goes off script and ruins everything.

We’re hitting the mid-season finale when everything is just dissolving, the Rogues trying to oust or stage a coup over Lisa’s leadership, and she is holding her own despite being ganged up on, but well, guess she’s gonna have to kill someone (probably Mark) to get these idiots to listen, but before she can pull the trigger…there’s a blast of ice.

“Cool it, Lise. I’m sure we can come to an understanding.”


Hiatus for the winter break hits just as Len steps into view, and we get the last half of the season with the Rogues kicking Barry’s ass because Lisa and Len running things together is far more efficient since they balance out each other’s weaknesses.

This is the REAL Len, somehow, I don’t care how, and he builds his Rogues to be the way they SHOULD be, getting the job done, but no innocents killed, and no killing The Flash.

Lisa would have this whole side story of hating Barry, not understanding why Len has a soft spot for him after what happened. It would be really angsty between her and Cisco at the start of the season too because they’d have to fight, and Cisco just wants her to understand that Barry meant well and never wanted Cold to get hurt.

“He died a hero!”

“He was only a hero because of you!”

But once Len is back, Lisa isn’t sure how she should feel.

Len wouldn’t try to change the other Rogues, just manage them to keep his city safe, but Lisa…Lisa he hopes he can help find what he found - balance, meaning, and who says they can’t have fun along the way and still be criminals?

Mick teams up with them when he finds out Len’s alive, but eventually goes back to the Waverider, while Len chooses to stay, so Mick bounces back and forth as needed. Maybe even Caitlin joins the Rogues, because she can let out her aggression while still following rules that keep her from being a killer.

As GoldenVibe trash, I would want there to be a sense of hope at the end for those two crazy kids to work things out once Lisa isn’t gunning for Barry anymore and forgives him.

But the important thing is that the Rogues aren’t really the main villain of the season. In the background the whole time would be Grodd, planning his vengeance on The Flash and Central City, and HE is the final boss, his appearance meaning that the Rogues would have to help The Flash or watch the city get destroyed.

When all is said and done, even if some Rogues are in jail, some splitting off because they don’t like the way Len and Lisa do things, Team Flash and the Rogues that remain have a rapport now, an understanding.

“Don’t think this means we’re friends, Flash,” Len says.

Barry shares a smile with Cisco, who shares a smile with Lisa, before he says, “Never.”

Why am I not enough ?

So I got this idea this evening of a little angst ereri drabble, and here this thing happens. For some reasons I thought writing it in english instead of my usual french would be a good idea, and also thought why not publish it on tumblr ? So here it is read it and enjoy ?“Why am I not enough ?”

Levi voice is fill with anger makes Eren shiver.  But there is more than anger has he says those words.  Fear, confusion, sadness, and above all despair that makes Eren’s heart squeeze in his chest,

“Why am I not enough for you ?”

He asks again, locking their eyes together. Eren’s air escapes his lungs, as he loses himself in those piercing silver eyes, full of questions and regrets.

“Why am I not enough for you to stay?”

Eren feels like his body has turn to stone, every inch of himslef seems to be heavier, he can’t move, he can’t talk, he can’t avert his gaze. It’s not the first time they had this fight, but it certainly will be the last. Levi moves closer, kneeling next to him, and resting his forearm on his lap.

“Why are we not enough ?”

It’s more than what Eren can handle. He swallows hardly, holding back his tears, and turns his face away, as he wispers :

“You know why…”

“No, I don’t. I need you to tell me why.”

Eren clenches his teeth hardly. That’s a lie, he knows that. They’ve already talked about that, he already explained him why. It’s not their first fight about this, but it will certainly be the last… But even as he knows that, he still he forces himself to answer.

“I can’t bare to lose who I am. I don’t want this, I don’t want to become this way”

“So what ? You’re giving up ?”

Anger flashes across Eren eyes, but disapper almost intantly as he reply.

“Yes. I’m tired. Maybe that makes me a coward, but I don’t care. I had enough of this.”

“So you’re gonna let the illness won ? Let it took you away from me ?”

Eren laughs darkly, making Levi shiver.

“Don’t you understand ? It’s already over, it has always been. There is no giving up, because there is nothing left to fight for”

“You’re wrong. There is us. You can fight for us.”

“I’m doing this for us”

Levi’s eyes widen as he hisses angrily.

“How could you say that ? How you could you, choosing to die, could be for us ?”

“Because I can’t ruin your life this way! What do you think our futur will be ? It was already difficult when it was only my legs… But in a few weeks, my arms, my chest, even my mouth will be paralyze. I wouldn’t be able to talk or breathe anymore. I will need a life support. I will be a burden and I refuse to be yours”

“I don’t care about all of that. I don’t care if I have to give up my job to take care of you. I don’t care if you can’t walk, I don’t care if you can’t drive or if I had to carry you to the bathroom at 5am everyday! I don’t care if I have to be by your side every minutes for the rest of my life! I don’t care as long as we are together”

“I can’t let you do that. I can’t let you throw away your life for me.”

“You are my life Eren, I love you and I’m willing to do anythig for you”

That’s too much for Eren, he can’t hold back his tears anymore and lets them flow on his face.Why can’t he understand? Why does he have to make it harder? He’s still crying as he screams with the strenght of disaspear :

“But that doesn’t matter ! I wish it does, I wish our love was enough but it isn’t ! Even if I try, even if I stay, I will die anyway. You will lose me, and I will lose you. So why wait ? Why should I let the disease kill me instead of choosing how I will die ? What will be the point ? Why will a few weeks will make any difference ?”

“You don’t know if  it will be weeks. It might be months, or years ! Don’t you see that it could make all the difference ? I can’t lose you, not yet”

“maybe never.” He adds after a tense silence.

“Please don’t ask me  to do that…”

His voice still hoarse from crying, cames out as a broken whisper.

“I am asking you to do that. I know I shouldn’t. I know it’s unfair, and yet I’m asking. It’s probably selfish, but I don’t care. If it what it takes to have more time with you then so be it”

Levi brings their forhead together and whispers softly, like a prayer.

“Please, stay”

Eren sobbs even more, feeling overwhelming by his own love, as he hears Levi begging him. How could he says no, when he can feel his love through those words ? How could he refueses, when he don’t want to ? He barely have the strenght to do it before, and now he can’t bring himself to find his determination back. So he nods, agreeing without a word.

They stay like that for what feels like hours, but is only minutes. Holding each other, tasting each other lips, breath, skin. Wispering promesses in the dark, and soft “I love you”

Eventually Eren breaks their embrace and says.

“I need a drink”

Levi heads to the kitchen but Eren stops him.

“Please, let me do it while I still can”

Pain flashes accross Levi’s face, but he understood and reply :

“Ok, I’ll wait you in bed”

Eren smile softly before turning back in his wheelchair. He makes black tea for two, adding three teaspoons of what could be sugar in Levi’s cup. He lets it infuse a few minutes before joining Levi’s in their bedroom. They drink the hot brevage together, enjoying the way it’s warm their bodies before laying down together.

Eren lets Levi’s hold him, and watch him as he closes his eyes. As he feels the body againt him relax, he know it’s only a matter of seconds now before sleeping pill made their job. He do not waste time and rolls on the other side before he changes his mind, before his resolution flickers and pick up his phone.

Armin answers immediatly, probably not expecting to get a call from this ID anymore.

“Eren ?”

His voice is uncertain, as if he couldn’t believe it was really him.

“Yes. Armin can you bring me to the hospital ?”

“But… I though Levi was the one-”

He interrupts  himself, as he slowly understood.

“Eren you can’t do that. You can’t leave him this way…”

“He didn’t leave me the choice” He saids firmly.

“Please Armin, just come and pick me.”

“Ok. I’ll be there in a few minutes”

He thanks him and hangs up. He knows he should move, getting ready before Armin arrives but instead he rolls back to Levi’s side.

He looks at him closely. Looking at how his black hairs fall on his eyes, how even with his eyes closed his eybrows are still frown. Trying to memorise every line and every curve of this perfect face. He moves closer to his ears and whisper

“I love you”

He bring their lips together, tasting him one last time, letting a single tear roll from his eyes, before pulling appart. Unable to said the words that linger on his lips.

I’m sorry.

anonymous asked:

I wish you'd write a fic where ginny & mike start to both realize they like each other & tease each other with touches, glances etc to get the other one to make a move

(If you’re asking for a situation in which Ginny and Mike each stubbornly believe the other one is only acting ~platonically~ then I have some good news for you.)

“Do they really not see it?” Evelyn muttered to her husband, having over a clean glass for him to dry.

At the dinner table behind them, Ginny and Mike were still bickering about… something. After they moved on from acceptable Halloween candy, picking through the remains of the twins’ stash, Blip had mostly tuned them out. 

What he couldn’t tune out, though, was the way they couldn’t stop teasing and touching one another. It was bad enough that they’d sat next to each other on the bench, their shoulders brushing. But then Mike had pulled on Ginny’s ponytail, and Ginny tickled him in retaliation. He’d pinned her arms to her sides, nearly dragging her into his lap in the process. They hadn’t moved from this position in the last ten minutes, one of Ginny’s legs draped across Mike’s thighs even as she tried to make him eat an Almond Joy. It wasn’t like Mike was really struggling to get away, though, since Blip was sure his fingers were still curled around her ankle the way they’d been when he and Evelyn began clearing the table.

And yet they both insisted they were just friends. That they’d never be anything more than friends.

Just friends, Blip’s ass.

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For all of those who like to read my story “Stand by You”, I have finally found a way on how to start the next chapter, finally. That caused me quite the headache. xwX Hopefully I can finish it this year.
On the same post I want to apologize that I’m very inactive in the writing department in general. I know I don’t have to, but I feel better and I want to reassure you guys I didn’t abandoned it. Working hours are just not so nice and I’m always sleepy in my free-time or do other stuff. So I doubt I will actively come back to writing until summer next year when I finished my apprenticeship. (And hopefully will get accepted into an university.)
Ideas are swirling in my head like crazy and I wish I could get them out. xD

  • Ravenclaw: Being late is my aesthetic.
  • Slytherin: But you're not late for anything right now.
  • Ravenclaw: Not yet.
  • Slytherin: Okay, whatever, it's your aesthetic, I guess.
my favorite blanket just came out of the dryer, and i dont care how hot it is outside or how many aliens are invading, im gonna go have a Warm Blanket Nap and nobody can stop me

I still check my phone 
in hope of seeing your name
but it is becoming less frequent.

I still check in with my heart
to see if it’s still black with bruises
but this too, is becoming less frequent.

I am alive.
I am hurting.
I am breathing.
It will all be okay.

—  1st August 2017// 15:12 p.m.

ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴋɪᴍ ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ — 19940912
A man who is Nurturing, Appreciative, Mature, Joyous, Observant, Openminded & Noble deserves only the best. Happy birthday our leader ♡ Thank you for being the catalyst and the beginning of the world’s best team. Thank you for being a person who thinks deeply, who reminds us of the world’s beauty amongst its hideousness. Thank you for showing us what’s worth and for guiding us in the direction of your heart. Thank you for being a sturdy leader, an unwavering soul and an emotional companion who inspires the people around him to do better. We respect you a lot and have a million ‘thank yous’ to say that cannot be put into words :’) Happy birthday our leader. We love you ♡.

Favorite things to fall asleep with at night

Dean had always thought that a good quality comforter was the most luxurious thing to wake up under. But ever since he started waking up like this, his thoughts had changed entirely.

As sunlight gently peeked through the curtains, shining a cautious soft beam of light over the queen sized bed, Dean felt Castiel’s large, black wing loosely drooped over his body. The feathers were softer and warmer than anything a comforter could ever get him, large enough to cover his upper body and part of his legs. He smiled lazily. The feathers brushed against his bare skin as he stretched and moved around to shift closer to its owner.

Castiel lay on his back, his other wing stretched out over the edge of the bed down to the floor, his naked body exposed, blankets kicked aside in his sleep. Dean looked at him from under the wing, his fingers automatically gliding over soft raven feathers and smooth lines, known little bumps and the thicker parts. 

Castiel looked peaceful. His lips were slightly parted as he slowly breathed in his steady rhythm of sleep. Dean lay there for a while, observing Cas as he let the warmth and softness of the feathers embrace him. He caressed he feathers still. Dean had been mesmerized by them ever since Castiel first exposed them. They were huge, majestic, and radiated a power Dean couldn’t compare with anything else. 

And yet, they looked gentle and fragile when Cas injured them and Dean picked out the ruffled feathers. Castiel had taught Dean how to groom them and use the preen oil, an activity Dean found himself to enjoy, often compared with soft chatting. Sometimes a movie would be playing in the background as they sat on the floor and Dean plucked feathers, pressing kisses in the crook of Castiel’s neck. 

Sometimes, Dean would take it a step further with his massages, out to get the little whimpers and groans from Castiel. He’d ended up with a panting, desperate Castiel several times, Dean’s hands full of feathers and his own body filled with arousal.

He loved it all. The quiet moments, the loud ones, the moments when Castiel held Dean with his wing or when they lay on the couch, curled up together with Castiel’s wings wrapped around them. Dean couldn’t get enough of them.

Castiel muttered softly and stirred, his eyes opening slowly.

The wing draped over Dean fluttered and shifted in Dean’s fingers. Cas turned to look at Dean, blinking the sleep from his eyes. The angel smiled.

“Morning sunshine,” Dean whispered and his own lips curved as well. Castiel made a soft noise and shifted closer. He stretched his wings for a moment, then covered Dean with his right one again and pulled him closer with the wrist of his wing.

“Good morning, Dean,” Castiel muttered, his primary feathers rustling. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” he answered and pressed a sloppy kiss to Castiel’s unshaven jaw. “How couldn’t I, hm?” He slipped his fingers into the pack of feathers carefully, and Cas smiled again.

“You seem to enjoy my wings a lot.” They moved again.

“I think they’re beautiful, you know that.”

Castiel shifted and pulled his wing in, gesturing his head. Dean understood and he got up so Cas could slide his wing under Dean. As soon as Dean sank down into the feathers, Castiel pulled him closer.

Dean’s naked body pressed softly against Cas, covered by the angel’s wing and casting a shadow over their faces.

Dean kissed Castiel’s jaw again, pressed a few more kisses down his neck and shoulder.

The wings replied to the touch, shifting and shuddering when Dean softly nibbled on the skin.

“It’s rare for an angel to show his wings this… casually.” Castiel spoke, his voice still thick with sleep. His eyes were closed again, enjoying Dean’s kisses. “It’s only for… special occasions. And special people.”

Dean looked up and feathers softly brushed over the back of his head and Cas looked back. He softly rested his hand on Dean’s waist. “You’re special, Dean.”

Dean didn’t know how to reply, shy suddenly. He smiled a coy grin and pecked Castiel’s lips.

“Think I’m glad about that.” He muttered, shifting back into the feathers. This was how Sunday’s had to feel, he thought. Calm and peaceful and warm and right.

He found Castiel’s hand and tangled their fingers together.

“Maybe we should get up for some coffee soon. I’m sure Sam’s already awake.” Dean whispered, his eyes closed.

“Probably,” Cas answered. “Just- not yet.”

Dean hummed in agreement and gently slid his free hand through the silky feathers. He didn’t want to think about the case they were working on or the monsters they had to fight. Not yet. Just a few more minutes.


Runaway Land

Rating: Mature
: Complete
Word count: 103k
Chapters: 16/16

Louis is sure he’s stumbled upon a secret, underground nightclub, though that is far from the truth. He’s also pretty sure he’s stumbled upon Apollo, which… isn’t very far from the truth, actually.

Modern Greek mythology AU.


“There’s a place I know that’s tucked away, a place where you & I can stay ~ ♪ “