“The nice side, we’ll go with my old teammate Frans Nielsen, I think he’s probably the nicest guy in the league. The naughty side, I don’t know, I think there’s a decent amount of guys that can go on that list, so I’ll put my friend Casey Cizikas on that one, he seems to get away with a lot of the things he does, but Santa’s watching.”
squished cheeks and constant cuddling, coordinating rallies, shredding dumb newspaper articles, whipped cream on waffles, huffs of exasperation,
lying across laps, lemon sorbet, tagging along on family holidays, commandeering bike rides by hopping on the handlebars, cheesy pop songs, getting dragged on detours and errands and adventures, chuckling at each other,
fondly shaking your head. (requested by @eirenical)
What me and Peter used to do, I would usually get picked
up at say 5, 5:30, and then on Doctor Who we were on set at 7:30, on camera to
rehearse, and then you film through to 7 pm is the kind of schedule that you’re
on. So what me and Peter began to do a lot is because Peter, in particular, his
dialogue is insane, and, more often than not, I’m pretty fast at learning lines anyway, but not the kind of jargon that he has. So we’d just run them together in
between takes. (x)
Dating a villain has to be against some unspoken superhero rule. Joe will kill him for even considering it. Wells will look disappointed at best; he’ll lock them in a couple cells at worst. And then there’s Oliver…Barry doesn’t even want to think about his reaction. Those arrows are sharp.
But the Snarts are their soulmates.
It’s not like Barry can’t see what the universe is thinking. Someone smart enough to evade the police and outthink the fastest man alive? That’s attractive.
Both Snarts are dangerously attractive. They’re dangerous in general. This idea is crazy. But the Snarts are their soulmates, and that has to mean something.