posters for tomorrow

Reminder that #WestallenWeddingWeek starts tomorrow! The prizes poster will be up tomorrow.

Nov 20 -26, 2017

Candicanes invite all #TheFlash fans to celebrate the historic union of DC Comics’ iconic lovebirds Iris Ann West & Bartholomew Henry Allen. Before the wedding on Nov 28,  2017, share your imagination and love for #WestAllen with the world by tweeting and posting edits and headcanons all week long.

The wedding themes are
DAY 1: Something Old - their past
DAY 2: Something New - their future
DAY 3: Something Borrowed - aus & crossovers
DAY 4: Something Blue - whatever represents purity, love & fidelity to you
DAY 5: Something Scarlet & Gold - westallen in the flash colors
DAY 6: Something Indestructible - “we are the flash”
DAY 7: A Sixpence in a Shoe - dream scenarios of good fortune and prosperity

On twitter, include @flashtvwriters and @candicekp, and make sure to add #TheFlash and #WestallenWeddingWeek hashtags.

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“I don’t see a divide between Ricks and Mortys. The division I see, is the division between Ricks and Mortys who like the citadel divided, and the rest of us.”
-President Morty   

Close up teasers for a poster I’ve been working on since 03x07 aired. 
Full poster version coming soon.

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“It’s not proper for seventeen-year-old princesses to be alone with young men who have questionable intentions.”
She laughed. “And what about young men who she’s been best friends with since she was barely old enough to walk?”
He shook his head. “Those are the worst.”

                    . OUT OF THE SHADOWS .

                       

                                 [Hellblazer cover from Matt Ryan’s photo on twitter]

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favorite THROAM scenes in no particular order
→ watch me be reborn (throam ficlet)

I wish I had the words to describe what it feels like to have The Followers come on. Brent first, followed by Spencer, and then Joe, and the crowd goes wild, explodes, erupts, but I hold my breath because no, no, that will not do, and the mic in the middle stands empty, and Joe’s already got his guitar wrapped around himself, and he strums a chord, flashing us a stunning smile and then we hear crash bang cymbal cymbal crash bang, and only then does the last quarter of The Followers arrive.
It’s funny when you first see a person you’ve only seen pictures of, and then, suddenly, they appear in front of you, flesh and blood and breathing, ten rows ahead and centre stage, a bony wrist lifted in an awkward hello. And I can’t look away. Ryan’s tall and too thin and wearing a smart suit and he’s clean shaven, but he’s scruffy, somehow he just is, like a rough diamond, and he sings the first line, monotonous and doomed, and he sounds like a prophet. The crowd loses it.
I don’t look away once.

My cat Totoro is missing :’( I have spent the last few hours wandering the streets trying to find her, but it is 1am and it’s very dark out. I can’t see her. I don’t know what to do :’( I must hand out posters tomorrow. I know it doesn’t help to put this on here, I am sorry for bothering you, I am just not coping very well right now :’( I must go back out and look some more.