sometimes I think about the fact that jason never actually got to mature mentally. I mean,, he died at 15 and then was practically brain dead until he was like 17 or 18 so he couldn’t possibly have actually had the mentality of a 17 year old at that point. it makes me wonder what mentality he has right now i mean does he actually feel 21? or do those missing years have an impact causing him to feel younger?
“Oh, shit…” Barry breathed before grabbing your shoulder and shoving you to the side.
Narrowly missing the impact of that attack, you found yourself on the ground, bracing yourself on your hands and knees before you really registered what had happened…
“Did he just…?” You started, still staring at this inhuman beast standing just a few yards away as he flexed his neck and took a threatening step toward you and Barry. Zoom had just wrapped his claws around Barry’s lightning bolt and hurled it back at the two of you like you were standing in the middle of a mythological war among greek gods.
“Run, Y/N.” Barry said quickly as he grabbed your bicep and pulled you to your feet; fear bleeding through his irises as you locked eyes with him. “Run.”
I have felt so much better since archiving & moving mitchell’s blog, and to already have 200 followers again just fills my wee lil heart with joy. I can’t properly express how much my followers mean to me, nor the magnitude of my appreciate at how well my mitchell has been received. thanks to all of those who followed me over when I archived, and thanks to the new followers who decided to give mitchell && I a chance. It really means a lot ( especially since I’ve been going grandma speed lately with getting replies out ). I’ll stop weeping and get on to those who have me such joy on this blog !!
first off I wanna shoutout to my twin: @inxhuman because I simply adore liz’s mitchell as well && she loves hurting me with mitchell feels. xoxo
( aka the baes - those who I could not run this blog without )
You that cliche in movies where the master/teacher/role-model tells the student (usually just before they- the master- dies) that the student had it in them all along? That they really didn’t need the master to teach them at all? That they merely showed them it was there and let them flourish on their own with the vague perception that they were being taught? Well that’s how I heard this intro to be.
Cecil tells us: “But don’t you see? You never needed anything else. The weird was within you the whole time” He’s telling us that we didn’t need him to give us the weird (weird being a euphemism for something larger, of course). He’s saying he was merely a pawn in our journey to “weird”, and, subsequently, that we needn’t miss him. That his impact in our lives was so menial, we should hardly feel any loss at all when he’s gone.
Now I don’t know about you, but my heart has been torn to shreds and ceremonially burned, but I guess I’ll have to take your word for it, Cecil. After all, words are all we have, right?