joe's mom


every westallen scene ever (133/?)

When I was little I thought that moms must be superheroes. They’re never sick, never tired, always willing to do stuff for you even if the only repayment you give them is explaining how they did it wrong. So you’ll imagine my surprise when I didn’t get my superhero cape on the postpartum floor. It turns out I’m still the same human. With the same flaws. The same immune system. The same need for sleep. The same frustrations. Even though I’m not a superhero, I know I love my son as much as I possibly can (maybe even more). I think that’s the superpower moms get: love. Pretty nearly unconditional love. Loving someone that much isn’t always easy, it comes with challenges. It is our superpower and our greatest downfall. It allows us to forget our own needs for the good of our babies. Which can make life hard when you haven’t slept, eaten or even bathed properly in a week. But in the end it’s a feeling I wouldn’t trade for the world. I would rather spend a completely miserable week with my son than one day in a universe where he doesn’t exist.
—  mrsrosegoldqveen
Things About the Hardy Boys Everyone should know

*feel free to add*(Book Facts)

  • They share a room
  • Their beds are arms-length apart
  • Frank is a Scorpio
  • Joe is an Aries(obviously)
  • Have matching motorcycles
  • Have a boat
  • From New York
  • Long Island technically
  • (Bayport’s real)
  • Joe gets hay-fever
  • Joe has a rock collection
  • If you thought they were close in the games
  • oh boy
  • the books have news for you
  • All their friends are fucking adorable
  • Like really cute
  • Their girlfriends are also cute
  • They’ve read every book in the god damn universe
  • Have a pet falcon, Miss.Peregrine
  • She can hunt stuff
  • Frank is the quarterback/captain
  • They’re both on the track team as well
  • Can fly a plane
  • Frank tries to be stoic when he’s not feeling well
  • but fails(mainly to Joe or their mom)
  • Both kinda mama’s boys

Maybe I’ll do some to the Nancy Drew characters

That other Black sitcom right now:  The Carmichael Show

I knew there was a sitcom on network TV about a Black family that wasn’t Blackish, but I hadn’t actually looked up anything about it.  Now I’ve watched the first two seasons of The Carmichael Show on Netflix, and if you haven’t gotten into it, put it on your list before the season three premiere next month.

Jerrod Carmichael is a stand-up comedian with a family sitcom in the tradition of Bill Cosby, Roseanne Barr, Tim Allen, Grace Butler, etc, but this isn’t a Black sitcom I’ve seen before.  Roc, Everybody Hates Chris, and Family Matters are the first three Black sitcoms that come to mind when I picture an average family (unlike the Huxtables or the Bankses), but they didn’t really do topical episodes.  Episodes of The Carmichael Show have names like “Guns” and “Gender” and “Gentrification” and words that don’t start with G, like “Prayer.”  And this is an average Black family in the South written by a guy from North Carolina, so that carries another layer of interest since I can’t name any family sitcoms set in the South off the top of my head (and Designing Women is the only one that comes to mind at all).

Check out this clip where the Carmichaels are trying to impress their pastor over dinner and Jerrod’s girlfriend is outed as a non-Christian.

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anonymous asked:

Barry gets de-aged into a kid again thanks to a meta. What happens?

Take-your-second-nephew-twice-removed-to-work day.

Joe lets him have a badge and Barry’s been polishing it in the corner for the past ten minutes, but then he pipes in, “Where’s Mom?”  Joe winces, says, “Uh – dentist.”  And Barry makes a sympathetic sound and goes back to polishing his badge until he asks, “Where’s Dad?”

“At the dentist,” he repeats.

Barry reaches up idly to tweak a tooth.  “Do I have to go to the dentist?” he asks.

Joe says, “Only if you pick your tooth.”  Barry stops.

Texting Cisco surreptitiously as he works to check on the status of a cure, Joe looks up after a ten-minute interval or so and sees an empty chair in the corner.  He can’t have gotten far, he tells himself, scrambling with barely-contained panic out of his chair.  A sweep of the main level turns up empty, and now Joe is on the phone with Cisco because, “We need to get this kid a tracking anklet.”

Audibly crunching down on an ice cream cone, Cisco says, “I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.”

“Track,” Joe orders, hanging up.

Sixteen minutes later he finds Barry with K-45, Officer Lucas’s German shepherd, in a break room, and he exhales hard in relief.  “Barry,” he scolds.

Barry beams.  “I found a dog!”

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