I’m outraged that an average bee’s lifespan is only 2 weeks. That’s 14 days. In those 14 days, the bee movie had the bees get an education for 9. 3 days of elementary school, 3 days of high school??? 3 days of college?????? The bee has already lived over half of their life. Barry should have died within the first 40 minutes of the movie since he time progressed somewhat rapidly. Also, in those 2 weeks he would have only produced half a tablespoon of honey!!!! Meaning, 4 bees died to make those teaspoons of honey you put in our tea. It’s outRAGEOUS.
Ok I usually stay quiet, but I really want to touch on this subject. Iris told Barry and Wally that she wants to prove her life matters. If she’s leaving this world then by god she will leave her mark. The thing is, we know she matters. She matters to us.
There are very few women characters in a superhero genre that I have seen this well written (in terms of DC and live-actions). I love some of the other women on the show like Caitlin and Linda, but Iris… Iris is alive on the screen. She can be forgiving and she can be angry. She can hate people for lying to her and keeping secrets. She can keep her own secrets. She can love and be loved. She can be funny and sarcastic. She can be overwhelmed. She can cry. She is human. You know how much I love just listening to her talk? No matter what is going on in my life, chances are Iris has gone through it and beaten it. She is someone to look up to.
Personally, she has inspired me in more ways than one, particularly with my self-esteem. I’ve said this before I’m sure, but I’m white. I also am on the heavier side and have been since I was a kid. So most of my life I wore things that hid my body. I was ashamed, ya know? I didn’t feel worthy of letting people see me so I hid behind jeans and loose t-shirts and jackets. Anything that covered me up. Seeing Iris the last 2 ½ years has helped me so much. Like look at this woman:
Like she holds herself with so much power and strength that no matter what she’s wearing, it works. And Candice Patton is a GORGEOUS woman. I mean stunning. If she has helped me get over a lifetime of body issues then I can’t imagine what she’s done for other people. For other girls, in particular women of color. I was lucky growing up, I know that, to have lots of pretty white actresses to look up to. But Candice Patton as Iris West teaches confidence rather than beauty.
That is the mark that Iris has made. She made it day 1 on this show. No matter what happens, Iris Ann West has made her mark. She does matter.
Prompt: Can you do an imagine that’s Wally West x Reader where he comes back after disappearing. Like after YJ, Endgame??
Requested by: Anon
You stare at the bed with a sense of trepidation. You haven’t slept in it in months. You’d barely been in the room in months. You run your fingers against the sheets, before pulling back. Slowly, you sit down, before collapsing backwards.
His scent surrounds you immediately, as though time has stood still. You hadn’t been here in months, the idea of coming home too painful. The thought of Wally never coming home is staggering.
You take in a deep breath. It had been six months since Wally had vanished in the Arctic. Searches had turned up nothing, and the knowledge of him never coming home had settled in your chest like a block of ice.
“Y/N? Are you in here?”
You struggle to a sitting position, your hands going under your sizeable baby bump in an attempt to provide support. A second later Roy enters followed by Jade. You and Roy had always been close. Jade’s friendship had come as a bit of a surprise. But when everyone had been hounding you for something it was Jade who had scared them away. It had been Jade who had set you down in their apartment’s guest room and told you it was okay to grieve.
Not quite able to get upright you fall back, “Need some help?”
You lift your head, “Yes please.”
She takes your hands and jerks you to a sitting position. The one year old reaches for you and you take her. She bounces a bit on your legs before Jade takes her.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” Roy asks after a few minutes.
You nod, “There’s too many memories here. I would be stuck in the past.”
Roy’s voice is kind, “No one would blame you for staying there for a bit longer.”
You shrug, “If I stay there any longer then I’ll be stuck there. That’s not good for me or little baby no name. Plus Wally would kill me if I kept moping.”
They both shrug, before leaving the room. Over the next several days you spend your time packing up the apartment. You’d already rented something in Central City, close to yours and Wally’s parents. Your transfer documents had gone through months ago, and you’d transferred to the local college.
“Are you sure you don’t mind watching her?”
You wave off Roy and Jade, as they suit up, “I’ve watched your demon spawn how many times now? I’ve got this.”
Jade smirks, “Never while being seven months pregnant while packing up an apartment to move.”
You shrug again and watch them go. Lian had been on a schedule since she was three months old. The toddler is asleep by seven, and you’re eating Chinese food while you pack up the living bedroom. You find yourself stopping a lot. You hesitate when it comes to Wally’s clothing. You consider keeping it all, instead you force yourself to pick and choose.
You keep a lot of his tee-shirts and hoodies. You wish you were smaller so that you could wear them, but you know better. You don’t want to stretch them out. You’re throwing pants in the “to donate” box when you hear the door open and close.
You listen to the footsteps and immediately peg them as being too loud for Jade or Roy. You reach for the baseball bat in the back of the closet and sneak into the hallway. You wait with baited breath until the intruder turns down the hallway and then swing!
You hit air, and a moment later you feel hands grip your wrists, and you’re met with a familiar set of green eyes. “Easy honey, easy. Remember the baby.”
You feel your knees go weak, and he catches you as you fall. His name comes out in a whisper, “Wally, no, no, no, no, no, you’re …”
“Alive, I’m alive sweet heart. Bart and Barry saved me. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I left you alone, that I made you cry.”
You don’t question it, as you feel his hand rest on your pregnant belly, you cling to him, and do your best to assure yourself that he’s real. That you have your partner back. That your child has a father. And that you’re not alone.