Happy Birthday to the man with the plan. We may not get to see your fro as often as we used to, but you’re still as important and lovable as you were three years ago. I think it’s safe to say we all love Princess Fro Fro and hope it’s been a great birthday.
The photo editor I use just got a comic set of filters and shit. I played around with the filters. Also, I just wanted to post more of my killjoys pictures that I haven’t used before. What do you think?
The wind blew a warm breeze across my face, as it did every Tuesday. I opened my eyes to an ice cream truck being swarmed with kids and their paying parents. Sun rays cast over their smiling faces, while they glossed over the menu to decide what they wanted. I turned away and found a vacant bench that faced the playground. There were more children running and laughing, as they bounced from one equipment to the next. I did quick scans of the slides and swings, until I saw a head full of dark curls bounce wildly as she ran to the monkey bars. I smiled. She is so energetic and carefree just like I was at her age. Her laughter filled the air and hugged me tightly, while I watched her win in a monkey bar race. The other kids cheered for her and her opponent shook her hand in good sportsmanship. How cute.
“Mommy, did you see me?!” She yelled, as she ran towards me. I beamed a wide smile. “Yes, baby I did! You were awesome.” I brought her in for a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you.” She snuggled into my neck. “Thank you.” She pulled back, “Danny said that he could beat me because I’m a girl, but I showed him!” “Indeed you did, my love! Remember what daddy says, ‘Anything boys can do, girls can do better.’” I wink. She grins, “Where is he?” “He couldn’t make it today. He’s been working a lot more lately and he’s always tired.” I place her on my lap, running my hands through her soft curls. “But he’ll come next time, okay?” She lays on my shoulder and nods. “Okay.” Her hand smooths over my stomach. “How’s my sister?” I toss my head back, chuckling. “You’re the second person to say it’s a girl! What makes you so sure?” I wrap my arms around her. “Because I just know!” She rubs my stomach. “Will she look like me?” Her voice had a hint of melancholy. “Do you want her to look like you?” She nods. I tip her chin up. “Then she will look like you.” I lay a kiss on her rosy nose. Her rich, brown eyes stared into mines. “Mommy, how are you?” I almost felt a lump in my throat, but managed to keep it from forming. “Sweetheart, don’t make me lie to you.” A tear managed to escape from my left eye, as I tried to laugh. “You don’t have to.” Her sullen voice said. “Well”, I breathe, “I have my sad days, my lonely days, and my tough days. But I have good ones as well. I try to smile and laugh as much as I can.” My eyes were now blurry from the rush of tears forming. “I miss my baby. I miss you so much that it hurts so bad!” Her hands reached my face, as she tried to catch every tear that fell. “It’s okay, mommy. Don’t cry! No, no, no, don’t cry! You said you wouldn’t!” I try to get myself together, remembering that promise I made. “I’m sorry, baby girl!” I faintly chuckle, “You’re right.” She leans in to connect our foreheads and noses together. “Remember that you’re supposed to be strong for me. And daddy. And my sister.” I slightly nod, sniffing away that ache. “I know, I know. And I will. But that doesn’t mean it’s that easy.” “Cheyenne!” I looked up to see Danny, her opponent, run towards the middle of the playground. His short blond hair moved briskly, in the sudden cool breeze. “Cheyenne! We have to go now!” She broke our contact, turning towards him. “Okay, I’ll be right there!” When she hops down, I stand up and grab her hand. “I’ll walk you to your friend.” She turned towards me with a surprised look. “Oh no, you can’t mommy! You have to stay here.” My heart was filled with that ache again. “But it’s only a short walk, I can —” “Stay here, mommy.” She said slowly, “You have to stay here.” “I don’t have to! I can go with you!” My voice was cracking. “Please don’t go.” I whispered, as I picked her up into a big hug. “Don’t go.” Her little arms squeezed me as hard as they could. “I have to, but I’ll be back. You know I’ll always be here waiting for you and daddy.” “Just let me go with you, please.” She shook her head. “Not today, mommy.” “Cheyenne, we have to go now!” Danny called out to her again. Her lips kissed my stained cheek. “Let me go now.” She grins, as I hesitantly put her down. “I love you so much, Cheyenne. I’ll see you soon.” “I love you more, mommy. "She walks towards the playground, then halts. "Tell daddy to stop walking away, he’s a big jerk for that!” She jogs toward Danny, who quickly grabs her hand. “See ya later!” I manage to smile. “See ya later, baby girl.” I watched her and Danny swiftly vanish, as they ran towards the other end of the playground.
My lids flew open, my heart was pounding a beat faster. The darkness blanketed me, as I rose from the bed. I could feel wetness on my face from crying. I peaked at the bed, seeing Joe tussle around on his side trying to get comfortable. I walked into the kitchen, heading for the stove to heat up the teapot. After grabbing a peppermint green teabag from its can and placing it in a mug, I sat down carefully at the island.
My nine year-old daughter had been gone for almost two years now, but that pain is still raw on my soul. All it took was a fatal case of pneumonia to destroy my perfect world. There isn’t a feeling worse than doing everything you can to save your child, only for them to still be taken away.
My husband was almost nonexistent after Cheyenne’s passing. It was as if he lost his best friend. He would barely talk, touch, or even look at me. She was a split replica of myself, from the dark brown eyes to the radiant smile. I knew how hard it was for him to come home to me, but he always reassured me that he wasn’t going anywhere and that he’s still in love with me. So being told that every day is what kept me warm at night. It wasn’t until three months ago, when we found out that I was pregnant, that he snapped out of his spell.
The tea kettle’s whistle sounded and I got up to fill my cup. The peppermint aroma soothed the air, as I stirred in some honey.
“There you are,” Joe’s raspy voice broke the silence. “How long have you been up?” I sit back down. “Fifteen minutes, maybe.” He walks over to me, lifting my chin with his finger. “Carmen, you’ve been crying.” He stares into my red, swollen eyes. “Cheyenne?"
I could only nod, as I felt another wave of tears form.
"Come here.” Joe locks me into his arms, kissing my forehead. “It’s okay, baby.” His thumb swiped at the tears. “How is she?” I sniff, “I’ve never seen an angel so beautiful.” I faintly smile. “She’s so happy, Joe.” Those grey eyes sparkled at my words. “I bet she is. She deserves that happiness after what she went through.” “I know,” I chuckle, “She’s excited for her new sister.” I gently stroke my pouty belly. His hand covers mine, “If we’re lucky, she’ll look just like her.” “That’s what she wants.” I notice Joe getting teary eyed. “Oh, babe."
He puts his head down, moving his jaw around. The tanned pigment of his face was slowly turning red. I saw his shoulders tremble and I immediately brought him into a hug. The vibrations his shoulders spread throughout his core. I started to feel tears drop onto my neck, as they slid down my chest.
"I miss her so much!” He muffled loudly into my neck. “I miss my baby girl, Carmen.” I rubbed his back with one hand and cradled his head with the other. “I know you do, love. Believe me, I do.” I quietly spoke.
Hearing Joe’s sobs, repeatedly shattered what’s left of me. It’s always hard telling him of my dream dates with Cheyenne, because I know of the overwhelming emotions they bring. Hence, why I’m almost always waking up from them with a fresh broken heart and the tears to match.
I pull back from hugging him to stare intently in his reddened eyes. “You have to stop walking away, babe. She really wants to see you.” I wipe his face with my knuckle. “You’re a big jerk for that."
Through his sadness, he managed to smile and left a long, warm peck on my lips.
The warm, Tuesday breeze circled around me, while the kids raced towards the ice cream truck with their parents. To my right, I could hear the joyous laughter from more kids. As I walked closer, I could see an empty bench facing the playground. A couple of steps back, I would’ve gotten cold feet and retraced my steps into the opposite direction. But not this time. It was my time to stop being a big jerk, and finally see my angel. Feeling my heart thump a beat faster, I pushed through my nervousness and sat down on the bench. I patiently watched some kids interact with each other on the swings, until I saw her. Immediately, she ran from the slide she slid from, smiling her mother’s smile as she approached me. I could feel my eyes water with a face splitting smile.
Realised whilst going through the archive yesterday I don’t pay this beautiful ray of sunshine enough attention so here we are! It may be terrible but it’s 9:05AM, I woke up an hour ago and fell asleep at 2AM so I’m kinda tired but I’ve endured worse XD
He looked at you laughing with his best friend, Soonyoung, and wondered why his heart dropped as it did. Why he suddenly felt so helpless and forlorn. Why he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He admired your smile, and your laugh, and he loved how happy you were. But he wanted that laugh and the smile to belong to him. He wanted to be the one that made you happy. He sat on the practice room floor and stretched his legs mindlessly, his gaze remaining glued to you with slightly sad eyes. Soonyoung was laughing with you, and after around two minutes more he left with a small hug. You turned around with tears still in your eyed from laughing so much, however your mood dropped when you saw Seokmin’s forlorn eyes and small frown. You joined him on the floor, stretching your legs out to meet his thus creating a diamond shape between you both. “What’s wrong?” He didn’t understand - your voice made him feel worse. That sweet sound that he usually loved hearing was sending him further into despair as he realised it couldn’t be his. None of it could. You couldn’t. “Nothing.” Your eyes alone had almost enough power to make him speak, the unspoken questions contained within them clear as you looked directly into his saddened ones. “Seokmin.” The sudden sharpness in your voice was enough to do it. He sighed, hanging his head. He had never felt so lost before. Little did he know, you hadn’t either. Your usually bright, smiling moodmaker Seokmin was before you looking like he was minutes, or maybe even seconds off crying. He managed to compose himself, but still found himself unable to meet your eyes again. “Y/N… you know what? There’s nothing worse than watching the woman you love fall in love with someone else. Yet… here I am.” He choked back his tears which built against his will, not seeing how your eyes had widened and your jaw had slackened. He loved you? “Here I am, still hopelessly infatuated with you.” He finished with trembling shoulders, and he felt your figure retreat a little as your feet left his. He let the tears fall, taking it as some form of rejection, however he soon found a pair of arms - your arms - around his neck as you kneeled between his still outstretched legs and pulled him to you. You felt a few tears leave your eyes too and sighed, stroking his hair a little in comfort. “Seokmin, you love me?” You asked, trying to lower your disbelief. He nodded into the crook of your neck and you felt the cold air where his tears had evaporated. “With all my heart. But you… and Soonyoung…” “What makes you think I love Soonyoung?” Your voice was gentle but you still managed to sound outraged, shaking your head and pulling him back by the shoulders to look down at him. “Me and Soonyoung are just friends, dumbass. No, I love someone else.” You smiled but from the way his face fell a little again you realised he hadn’t understood your point. You sighed and shook your head with a chuckle before taking his face in your hands, lightly cupping his cheeks as you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. You kissed him gently, and it was short, but it was sweet. Because you didn’t just like each other. This was love. “You’re serious?” He asked in a whisper, drying his eyes and grinning the beaming smile you were used to. You nodded as he kneeled to get closer, feeling his hands encase yours, which had fallen to your lap. “Then please, Y/N, be my girlfriend.” All it took was another nod for him to let out an excited squeal, all of the past upset gone in an instant as he pulled you to your feet and wrapped his arms around your waist. He looked down into your eyes for a moment in silence before leaning down to capture your lips in a longer, yet still extremely light kiss. You both broke apart as you heard the door open, however your bodies remained pressed together with his hands on the small of your back and yours on his shoulders. Seungkwan entered, looking up from his phone as he did and suddenly becoming flustered when he saw you both. “Um- sh-should I come back later?”
Idk what this was but I liked it and I need to give DK more attention soooo ^^
“When I said we’re gonna meet my dad so try and impress him, I didn’t mean for you to do *that*, Leonard Snart!”
I did a little revision to the
sentence prompt and added a few words! I hope you don’t mind :)
Prior to their meeting with Savage in 2166 and prior to Laurel’s death.
Sara and Leonard have been dating for
a few months now and everybody on the team knows. Mick eventually got used to
having the Canary with them for their heists during their days off. She was
indeed very helpful. Ray and Kendra invite the couple for double dates—the two
always tricks Ray into paying for everything. They both became sparring
partners for Jax and they also became the audience to Professor Stein’s random
quantum physics discussion—something Leonard is very interested in and Sara has
no choice but to stay with him and listen. In short, they were both very
“We have no information about Savage’s
whereabouts as of the moment. With that, I would accept one request for a
travel anywhere in time and space—“, Rip announced as the team gathered.
“STAR CITY 2016!,” a loud voice came
from the small woman who was running towards Rip. “Come on, Rip. Can we have a
little break and let us meet our families? I mean, Martin and Jax has their
families in Central City. Lenny, too. They could just take a train.”
“Ah, I missed the Central City Bank,”
coming from a drunk Mick. He’s been stealing Rip’s liquor again.
“Gideon, to Star City 2016.” Rip
finally agreed, knowing that he’ll lose to an argument with Sara. If she could
win an argument against snarky Mr. Snart, she could definitely defeat him.
“This might not be a good idea,”
Leonard said. Sara just had this crazy
idea of introducing Leonard to her father. “And why is that? He’s gonna
love you!” Leonard looks at her and thought, I have to up my game for this one.
What does he know about Quentin Lance?
He’s a policeman and not just that—he’s a police captain. He bets that the
moment Sara called him and asked him to meet Leonard, he already searched for
every public record he has. And, he still calls her late-20s-year old daughter,
‘baby girl’. “Your dad’s a policeman and I’m a wanted criminal. Perfect.”
“Well my past relationships aren’t
perfect too. My ex-boyfriend is a hooded vigilante, and is also my sister’s
ex-boyfriend, and my ex-girlfriend is the daughter of The Demon’s Head. You’ll
do fine. Just…try to impress him. He’s a bit protective.” Sara is a hundred
percent positive that this meeting will go well. She already told his father to
behave around Lenny. “No promises,” Quentin said.
Call: Leonard to Mick
“Mick, are you even listening?! I said
twenty bouquets of birds of paradise. No, it’s not an actual bird, you fool! It’s
a flower! Whatever, get Lisa and put her on the phone…Hello, Lisa? Yes, yes,
I’m doing great. No, I’m not nervous. Just…will you please make sure that the
flowers will get to the address I gave you on time? Yes, the rooftop of Palmer
Tech…Okay, good. Thank you.”
Call: Leonard to Kendra
“Oh, Snart. She looks incredible! I
took her out and we shopped for a dress and shoes, and boy, she looks hot!
Seeing as this is your first official date without Rip talking in our comms,
you’re in for a treat. I hope you look just as nice.”
“Of course she looks beautiful. Just
make sure she’s at the restaurant before 7PM, okay? Barry will be there.”
“Alright. Good luck! Oh, and good luck
with her dad!”
Call: Leonard to Barry Allen
“Allen, all set?”
“If by ‘all set’, you mean ready to
carry two people and run 10 blocks from the restaurant to the top of a
building, then yes.”
“Good. Set your watch to by sync with
mine. Everything has to be perfect.”
Call: Leonard to Jax
“Oh maaaan, this is off the hook!”
“Don’t you dare try and wear that. I
need it by 6PM. Is it ready?”
“Yes. Hold up, how did you afford to
buy this? This costs a fortune!”
“Just bring it here by 6PM. Bye.”
“WAIT—DID YOU STEAL THIS??”
Call: Leonard to Sara
“Yep. I’m with dad. We’re on our way
to the restaurant. See you there!”
His heart is beating so fast. He has
stolen diamonds and emeralds and precious gems before at museums with
securities impossible to penetrate and he could do it without breaking a sweat
but this is something else. Tonight, he has to prove himself to the father of
the woman he loves. This isn’t just a plain this-will-do situation just like
what they have whenever they’re on a mission. This is the real deal.
Whenever he plans something, he always
thinks ten steps ahead. He knows how each step of the plan will turn out and he
has back-up plans whenever things don’t go his way. Unfortunately, meeting
Quentin Lance isn’t something that he had practice for. Lance knows that he is
a crook. Sara told Leonard that she already talked to her father about how much
he’s changed during the course of their adventure. As she said, “…just
impress him.” He hopes that this gesture will.
“Now, where’s this great boyfriend of
yours? First time meeting me and he ditched us already?” Quentin is starting to
lose his cool.
Barry arrived the exact second that
Snart told him to. Unfortunately, Sara and her father arrived a few minutes
earlier than expected. He approached the two.
“The Flash? What are you doing in Star
City?,” said Quentin.
“Is there a situation with…Captain
Cold?,” Sara said warily. Of all the days to steal, Lenny chose this day?
Unbelievable. And he even got caught?!
Barry started to make the two calm
down. “Not exactly. I’m here to pick you up.”
“But, this is where we need to be. We
have reservations for three.” Quentin went and asked the receptionist for a
reservation under Leonard Snart—none.
“Actually, you don’t.”
The speedster puts his hands on
Quentin and Sara’s waists and ran to the top of Palmer Tech—just as planned.
“What the hell was that?!” Sara, who was
obviously taken aback by the ‘ride’, exclaimed.
“I don’t care what that was for but
that was cool! Did you see that, sweetie? One moment we were at the restaurant
and now—“, Quentin stopped as the lights were turned on.
Christmas lights were surrounding them
as if they were bright stars across the sky. A classical music played in the
background. (Leonard made a mental note to thank Stein for the suggestion of
the perfect background music for this occasion)
Sara’s eyes immediately went to the
table just across. Surrounding it are beautiful flowers of different colors—something
she has never seen before. The table setting was that of a five-star
restaurant. She could already see the served appetizer—nothing familiar. This
was too much for a meeting with her dad.
It wasn’t long until she saw Leonard
clad in a suit that is perfectly tailored for him. This was far from his usual
attire. He looks dashing.
“Is that him? Are you sure he’s a
former criminal, because he looks like he could be the owner of this building.”
Kendra was right. She looks like a
dream. Her blue cocktail dress matches her eyes. Not far behind her is her
father. From the butterflies in his stomach came the throbbing in his throat.
There go the nerves again. He is afraid of her father but not as afraid as he
is as he sees her running towards her with a obvious grimace on her face.
I said we’re gonna meet my dad so try and
impress him, I didn’t mean for you to
do *this*, Leonard Snart!”
“Well, go big or go…”
“The Flash? Really? Couldn’t you just
rent a car? Or just tell us that this is where we’ll meet? You had to call the
Flash for this?!”
“He owes me. And I need you and your
father to be surprised.”
“Oh, boy, I enjoyed it,” Quentin said,
still awed by the preparation put into this.
“Shush, dad. And where are we? Why are
we on top of a building and not in a restaurant just like what normal couples do?!”
“Rooftop of Palmer Tech. Ray said yes immediately.
Even offered to lend me a suit.”
“So that is Ray’s?”
“Of course not. I bought it myself—well,
I told Jax to buy it for me but I promise I did not steal it. An Alexander
Amosu Bespoke suit. Kendra said you look amazing so I had to be at par with
“Oh, Kendra. I knew it! She was the
one who chose the color blue.”
“You look amazing.”
“So do you…but that’s not the point!
This is too much, Leonard! Look at all these flowers…”
“…thanks to Mick and Lisa.”
“Is everyone in on this?”
“Yes. I had to impress you. And your
father.”, Leonard extends his hand to the obviously stunned Quentin. “It’s a
pleasure to meet you, Sir. I’m…”
“Leonard Snart, reforming criminal,
now on the journey of saving the world, and will-be-deceased once you make my
baby girl cry. Yes, I’ve done my research.”
“Quentin will do.”
Sara was shocked for two reasons. One,
Leonard put so much effort into this. She wasn’t expecting their dinner to turn
into something like this. It’s like something she’d see only in the movies. He
went way beyond what she expected from him; and two, his charm actually worked
on her cynical father. You wowed him,
Len. You didn’t just impress him, you wowed my daddy.
“Um, Quentin…I hope I’ve made a good
impression. I’ve changed from the criminal I once was. I promise to take care
of your daughter to the best of my abilities and…”
“Yeah, yeah, okay. I believe you. Now,
where did you order these flowers? Donna, Felicity’s mother, will be visiting
me in a couple of days and I was hoping you could help me—“
“Oh really now, dad?!”
Epilogue: Back in the Waverider
Rip welcomed the team back. “Okay,
everyone. I hope your little vacation went well because Gideon found savage in
“Blah blah, okay listen up.” Leonard
raised his voice so that everyone could hear him. Rip just rolled his eyes. He
should be getting used to this.
“Professor Stein, thank you for introducing me
to Nocturne. It was one of the best sounds my ears had
the privilege of hearing.” Martin smiled and nodded. Leonard continued, “Jax,
the suit was incredible. I always knew you had the best taste in clothing. Kendra,
thanks for taking care of my girl.” Kendra winked. “Ray, thanks for the
building. I promise not to threaten to punch you for a month.”
“And Mick, you actually made the
“Anything for Blondie,” Mick nudged
Sara while she giggled.
“And lastly, Sara, I love you. And I’m sorry
but I think your father is starting to love me too.”
The thing that hurts me most is that Bellamy and Clarke started this journey together. They’ve been on Earth together since day one. They learned from each other. They trusted each other. They counted on each other. They smiled at each other. They laughed with each other. They loved each other either platonically or as something more. They were seperated so many times, but they were always searching for each other.
Now Bellamy’s not going to wake up in camp and know she’s there. Bellamys not going to be able to lead with her, fight with her, or even just talk to her. For the first time since they’ve been on this planet, Bellamy and Clarke have parted ways without a secret mission or hidden agenda and don’t know if they’re ever going to see each other again. Even though we assume it’s not, they both think that after everything they’ve been through this may be the end of their journey together.
If that doesn’t make you want to cry I don’t know what will.
Wisdom is not merely something to be gained with old age. One can be wise in every stage of one’s life. To manifest wisdom means simply to step back and see—to reflect, inquire, be aware, be disciplined, and be focused not once in a while, but all of the time, moment to moment. This life is precious and fleeting. Pay attention.
‘Wisdom is not merely something to be gained with old age. One can be wise in every stage of one’s life. To manifest wisdom means simply to step back and see - to reflect , inquire, be aware, be disciplines, and to be focused not once in a while, but all the time, moment to moment. This life is precious and fleeting. Pay attention.’