the face in the lens

one day you will be happy. not constantly, but it will become a theme in your life. you will have days where you feel sad and that’s normal. but eventually you can wake up with a smile on your face even if there isn’t a reason. you’ll see yourself through a clearer lens. you’ll think of the best case scenarios. you’ll find people who you can share your happiness with. you’ll settle into your own body and mind with a sense of security.

One day you will be happy. Not constantly, but it will become a theme in your life. You will have days where you feel sad and that’s normal. But eventually you can wake up with a smile on your face even if there isn’t a reason. You’ll see yourself through a clearer lens. You’ll think of the best case scenarios. You’ll find people who you can share your happiness with. You’ll settle into your own body and mind with a sense of security.

please for the love of g-d can somebody put radial blur around this guys face and lens flares on his eyes and completely fuck up the color and sharpness

  • (Reaper is in view of the camera, his eye super close to the lens; you can barely see from his nose to his hairline)
  • Reaper: Hey, you there! Can you see us? Why aren’t you answering? Yes you, the dumb-looking bastard in the monitor!
  • (Reaper pulls back with a wicked grin; you can now see his mouth just barely in view of the camera)
  • Reaper: Well, whatever.
  • (Reaper bows slightly to the camera. You can now see Widowmaker polishing her rifle and Sombra on a computer in the background.)
  • Reaper: This is an advanced military crime organization. Let me introduce the strike members. First, Talon member 001; The founder and vile mastermind... Reaper...
  • Widowmaker: 'Gabey' sounds cuter though...
  • Reaper: Silence! 'Reaper' is simply my cover name. Next, Talon member 002; Costume designer, and the only sniper in the group, Widowmaker!
  • (Reaper points to her dramatically, prompting Widowmaker to stand and wave)
  • Widowmaker: Hello.
  • Reaper: And finally, Talon member 003; The super hacka, Sombra!
  • (He moves to the side, pointing to Sombra, who turns her head from her computer to talk to him)
  • Sombra: It’s 'hacker', not 'hacka', chorra.
  • (Reaper then pushes his face into the camera lens again)
  • Reaper: Those three are the only members.
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Black and White (Jughead x Reader Soulmate!AU)

Prompt: Can you do a soulmate au where jughead and the reader can only see the world in black and white but once they see each others eyes they can see color? Also can the reader be a really quiet and shy photographer but friendly and kinda loud when around people she knows well?? Ps: I really love your blog💕

A/N: I hope you like this!! It turned out more poetic than I thought it was going to? Oops. (It’s also almost 4am so my brain is like fried? Hopefully it made some sense.) xx

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Black and White (Jughead x Reader Soulmate!AU)

The world had hidden colors within reach.

Black and White hid the vibrant colors from those who weren’t lucky enough to find their soulmate at a young age.

Some saw colors at age 6.

While Some never saw the greens and blues the world had to offer.

In the small town of Riverdale, it was uncommon for those to find their soulmate with those they grew up with.

But there was always childhood friends who find themselves staring at their soulmate’s eyes and seeing colors bleed out of the plain black and white.

You were different than the others.

The Black and White. It captivated you.

The idea of vibrant colors. The Purples, pinks. All of it made you wonder how it came from the black and whites.

How could one look in a stranger’s eyes make you seen a whole rainbow of colors?

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BTS Reaction: Their child walking for the first time

Jin: You’d call his name as he was facing the other direction and he’d turn around immediately. He’d start clapping like a seal whilst a smile spread out on his face. He’d grab the camera and run up to your child the lens right in their face. “Aww, baby, look at our baby!” He coos looking over at you simultaneously recording.

Originally posted by jiminahhh

J-Hope: Definitely the most over dramatic of all the boys. You both watch your child as they attempt to walk towards you both. As they take their first step Hoseok screams out in joy causing your child to fall flat on their face. J-Hope let’s out another short scream before you both rush over to see if they’re okay. Your kid looks up at the both of you and starts laughing. “He’s just like his dad.” You say admiringly, looking towards J-Hope and kissing his cheek.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Suga: Yoongi’s laid across the floor his legs sprawled everywhere as you carry your child in and place them on the floor. Suga’s face lights up as you both enter the room. “Come here.” He coos ushering your child towards him. You child looks back at you and then towards yoongi and you encourage them. They hesitate slightly before getting up, using a table for support. Slowly they step forward and you squeal excitedly as Suga smiles even bigger and picks up your child spinning them around just before they fall and peppering them with kisses.

Originally posted by yoonseok

Rap Monster: He would be on tour and you’d decide to visit one day with your child. You’d watch from the side of the stage cheering him on, the both of you waving every time he’d look over. When the boys are talking to the fans rapmon mentions you both being there and your baby, upon hearing their name name let go of your hand. They stepped forward wobbling and slowly made their way out after a few steps. The crowd aww’s as the baby falls causing you and namjoon to run to their side. In his excited state Namjoon brings you into a tight embrace.

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

Jimin: You’d be on a video call with him as he’d be out do the country. He sits in his hotel room, robed on talking to you. He asks to see your child and you turn the camera to face your child who was playing beside you. Jimin calls out to them and their whole face lights up when they see him on the screen. They reach their hands out and try to step forward, Jimins encouragement ringing through the speakers. You both cheer as the take a few steps forward before immediately falling.

Originally posted by nnochu

V: He’d stretch out his arms as a sign to show he wanted a hug from you. You walk across the room and he embraced you tightly squeezing your side and rocking you back and forth. Your child stares in amazement and the carefully steps forward to try and cross the room like you did. You both watch smiling, V still holding onto you. Your child takes a few steps before you losing balance and falling, V immediately picking them up and spinning them around in celebration.

Originally posted by nnochu

Jungkook: You’re all sitting on the fall when Jungkook claims that you child will easily choose him over you. “They won’t even hesitate to choose me.” You scoff, and before you know it you’re both having a competition to see who your child will choose. They take a small step forward and as soon as they do you both gasp. You expected them to just crawl to whoever but instead they stepped forward. You both forget about your “competition” and instead clap and encourage your child towards you.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Just chillin’ (Tyler x Reader) fluffy short

Originally posted by jiminy-krispies

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): this is great tho

Request:  Could you do a Tylerxreader where teamiplier is doing an icebath challenge, and when it’s readers turn something goes wrong with the camera and they need to take a timeout to fix it, but reader is already in the bath like oh well and has no self preservation. So team goes to fix it while she chills (ha) in the bath, and it takes longer than they thought. So when they come back, reader isn’t near death, but definitely has hypothermia, and everyone’s like oh shit get out. Cue Tyler being the hero!

Warnings: none? swearing? fluffy heck?

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“Guess who’s turn it is~!”

“Yours?”

“I already went-” Mark laughed.

“Fuck..”

(Y/n) flickered her eyes around the faces closest to her, also letting them pierce the camera’s lens.

“I have balls of steel!” she declared, pulling a funny face. She flexed her arms and channeled a low voice “I will fight this challenge.”

“Please don’t.” commented her knight, offering (Y/n) a kind stare.

The girl threw at him a dopey smile, blowing the tall male a kiss. Tyler ony rolled his blue eyes, and hushed himself from smiling. Instead, he narrowed his gaze at his girlfriend.

“And here we see a front line nurse leaving her husband to serve in World War Two. Nineteen forty- colourized.” joked Ethan, hauling up the camera to meet (Y/n)’s face which looked absolutely devastated. The girl walked slowly backward- away from Tyler and to the tub.

“Remember mE-!” (Y/n) shrieked, dropping a bit of her foot below the water’s surface.

The boys laughed, almost masking (Y/n)’s comment of how the temperature didn’t actually bother her much. Hastily, she submerged herself- propping up her arms lazily on the edges of the bath with her legs crossed.

“I fully expected her to scream.” admitted Mark. Tyler giggled before Ethan spoke up in shamefully confusion.

“Mark, the camera keeps glitching… still. Do you want to switch it to the one in the studio?”

Mark double glanced at the blue haired male and nodded “Yeah. Before we start reading off the questions; that’d be smart”

As the trio pooled around the door, Ethan didn’t forget to ask (Y/n) if she was okay with them leaving for ‘like three seconds’. She said:

“Yeah, I’m totally okay with that- this shit is relaxing.”

The group thought of her as being sarcastic and offering up a joke- they promised the girl they’d be quick and pushed themselves out of the bathroom.

(Y/n) chuckled thickly, looking back ahead of her. The painted wall sent her blank stares.

Alone, she sighed, dipping lower into the liquid. (Y/n) gently shut her eyelids, absorbing the cool caress of the water from around her. She knew she wasn’t joking- this was extremely relaxing. Having idle ice cubes tickle past her clothed and not clothed skin.

The soft noises of a grandfather clock hummed about, showing endless support. Time skipped past her mind in a rush.

They were taking a while.

With blocked vision, (Y/n) couldn’t see how pale her skin was getting. Or how it was beginning to cascade quaint blue on all ends.

They were taking a while.

Looks like she couldn’t feel it.

“Okay- okay, we have the better camera.” finally called Ethan, re entering the restroom; his friends following.

“Wait, (Y/n)- (Y/n)!”

Mellowdramatic whines charmed the walls, conveying certain concern for the girl in the ceramic tub. She opening her eyes to their words.

“Que?” she jokes, lifting her head briefly.

“Get out of the fucking water-!” the shorter brunette demanded dumbly, on the stand of laughing.

“But we have the shit to–” (Y/n) came to her own defence.

Futile, though, her words were. They were physically cut short by a literal chest.

Tyler had wasted little to no time with words- knowing it only to be an effort that would have gone unrecognized. He had, in a more literal sense, swept (Y/n) off her ass.

Plucking her from the cold fluids, all at once she rested easy; cradled in Tyler’s arms. The course of action was quick, and sweet.

“Ty?” (Y/n) inquired, allowing herself to be held. The boy walked, with the girl as his cargo, over away from the bath. They watched when Ethan and Mark spilled giggles, making quick work of setting up the camera.

The broken camera laid somewhere upon the counters.

“Yeah?” responded Tyler, gripping his arms tighter.

“Can’t you give me like a blanket or something? If it’s really this bad.”

“I think this is fine.” Tyler stated.

“I can warm you on my own.”

That phrase did a jolly good job at silencing (Y/n).

“So stop being stupid and let me~” the male laughed. Funnily, he buried his warm face in the bend of (Y/n)’s stomach. At least he knew he was blushing- the sudden heat residing in his cheeks was harnessed to his advantage.

She couldn’t see it, similar to her own colour, but Tyler and herself were contrasting. Blue to red.

The sound of a snapshot rang clear. It was pointed in the couple’s general direction.

“This camera maybe can’t record, but it can take wicked photos!” Ethan cheered.

The girl of blue and man clad with red positioned in the photo bleed playful joy. Perfect hero for a dumb would be travesty.

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(A/n): wow look I wrote something

capeandcowl  asked:

McKirk

Originally posted by helgabrook

Tagging all the folks who asked for McKirk - @yourtropegirl​, @gracieminabox​, and a couple of anons. Sorry this took me a while! 


Who said “I love you” first

Jim. 

Just in casual conversation.

They’re just shooting the bull in Bones’ office. Sickbay is slow today, and Jim’s not on bridge duty until beta. They’re only a week into whatever this is, but after spending years in each others’ pockets and six months in deep space, there’s nothing unusual about seeing the captain in sickbay or the CMO on the bridge, and the conversation is easy, comfortable. Jim’s got his feet propped on Bones’ couch, and Bones is sprawled haphazardly across his desk, swinging his left foot and sipping a cup of coffee.

“I’ve got seven in engineering that are late on their vaccination schedule,” Bones is saying. “So, I’ll be handling that fallout later today.” He shakes his head and makes a mental note to check Jim’s record. “I don’t know what it is about engineers, Jim. It’s just a damn hypo.”

“Hey, Bones,” says Jim suddenly. He sits up on the couch, as if the thought has only just occurred to him. “I love you.”

It surprises Len. 

In fact, Len doesn’t even answer, he’s so shocked.

In fact, Len spends the next 30 seconds or so hacking and sputtering on the coffee he’d inhaled.

“Jesus, Bones, I just professed my undying devotion to you,” Jim laughs. “Try not to die on me, okay?”

“I’ll… I’ll have your records transferred to M’Benga,” Len says when he can finally speak. 

Jim just rolls his eyes. 


Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

The background of Len’s PADD is solid black. Anything else distracts him as he’s trying to read.

The background on Jim’s PADD is a picture of the bridge crew on their most recent shore leave. 

They’re on a beach. The sand is fine and black, the sky painted in streaks of soft oranges and greens. Jim’s grinning widely, holding a sprawling Chekov in his arms. Bones has his arms folded across his chest, but the tiny grin that tugs at the corner of his lips and his dancing eyes give him away. Sulu and Scotty are both in mid-air, Scotty’s face screwed up in concentration, Hikaru’s arms and legs outstretched like an exuberant starfish. Nyota’s got hold of one of Pav’s feet, and she’s laughing. Spock looks particularly relaxed, one hand resting delicately on Ny’s shoulder.

It’s Jim’s second favorite picture ever.

When he activates his device, though, the background changes.

This one is of Bones. 

It’s a rare moment. Jim had snapped a photo of Bones on that same shore leave, on that same beach. It’s rocky, here. Bones is propped on a large white stone, weight resting on one hand, the other arm slung easily over his knee. He’s looking over the water, away from the camera. He’s shirtless, still damp from swimming, hair mussed from the wind. He’d been completely heedless of Jim’s presence, relaxed and utterly at peace, a soft little smile dancing on his lips. 

It’s the only candid picture of Bones that Jim has, and Jim will never, ever change his background to anything else.


Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Jim likes to leave notes for Len everywhere, not just in foggy mirrors. In fact, Jim has a bundle of old school yellow sticky notes that he uses for exactly this purpose.

It starts in the academy.

Jim leaves an occasional note for Len to find. Len’s confused by them, at first. 

He thinks, at first, that it must be some sort of strange recall technique, a weird study habit that Jim had picked up from… somewhere. 

When they start to pile up, Len decides that enough is enough. He gathers them up and stuffs them in a spare shoebox. He tosses the box under his bed, thinking Jim can ask for them, if he needs them.

It’s not long before he has quite the collection.

The notes never say anything important, sometimes a random word - “Vagarious,” or “Apoptosis,” or “Jumentous.” Sometimes it’s a quote. Jim’s got an astounding repertoire of collected wisdom, Len learns, referencing everyone from Mark Twain to Surak to Lady Gaga. Sometimes it’s just a garbled, out-of-context sentence - “I do not know where family doctors acquired illegibly perplexing handwriting,” - and occasionally, Jim sketches. 

He sketches everything, little scenes from his day, Len’s medkit, a PADD, a discarded bottle of brandy. Jim’s not an artist, not by a long shot, but his subjects are instantly recognizable to Len, if a little cartoonish.

Len finds a few of himself. One in particular that he’s pretty confused by. 

He’s sleeping, he can recognize this by the scattering of zzzz’s that surround his face and his (over-exaggerated, Len thinks) mussed hair. 

This note is labeled. 

“Lips,” it says. 

Len furrows his brow at this one, but adds it to his box, anyway. It’s just a habit, by now, his automatic response. 

At the beginning of second year, when Jim’s Survival Strategies field study group goes missing, Len finds himself sitting on his bed with the box in his lap. 

Jim’s been gone for days. Len’s hounded and hounded administration, and gets the same deferral every time. “We have no information to disclose,” they say.

Len takes the notes out of the box one by one and just stares.

The depth of emotion that they evoke, the ridiculous sentences punctuated by stark wisdom - “Gary eats lots of pies,” juxtaposed with, “It is paradoxical, yet true, to say, that the more we know, the more ignorant we become in the absolute sense,” - the surprisingly elegant script, it all brings Len to his knees, and in that moment, Leonard McCoy quits fooling himself.

He’s in love with Jim Kirk.

Jim, of course, comes sauntering back into the apartment at 3 am that morning, unkempt and sleep-deprived, but otherwise totally fine.

And Len can breathe again.

He doesn’t say anything about the notes, but he starts to look forward to them. He’s keeping them intentionally now, storing them up for the one awful, inevitable day when Jim doesn’t come back to him. 

“It’s just part of the game, Bones,” Jim’s words echo in his thoughts. “Command is all about sacrifice.”

Len feels a little guilty about it, like he’s doing something he shouldn’t, like he’s harboring a dirty secret by hoarding away little pieces of the man who will inevitably break him. Loving Jim Kirk is like loving a streak of lightning - blazing, brilliant, blinding and beautiful, but gone far too soon, and leaving a trail of devastation in its wake. 

Len knows he’s going to get burned, but he keeps the notes anyway.

Later, after the boys fucking finally sort things out and Len pulls his head out of his ass, it becomes a game to Jim, leaving sappy post-its around sickbay for Bones to find.

And Len saves them. 

Every single one.


Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Totally Len, at least at first. 

It starts during their first Christmas at the academy. 

Len buys Jim a coconut bra. 

Jim wears it proudly, sauntering up and down the dorm hallways and singing Blue Hawaii at the top of his lungs until Len’s burying himself under his blanket and wondering what in the name of god possessed him to think that would be a funny joke, anyway.

After that, it becomes a fierce competition.


Who initiated the first kiss

Len. 

When Jim beams back on board after spending a week and a half in a Romulan prison camp, something in Len snaps. 

He charges up the steps of the transporter pad, heedless of his audience, and catches Jim hard by the upper arms.

Jim, who’s shirtless and smiling. 

Jim, who appears to be remarkably intact. 

Jim, who’s eyes are impossibly blue and sparkling.

Jim, who’s bare skin is deliciously warm beneath Len’s palms.

Jim, who is so wonderfully, blessedly alive.

“You stupid, stupid fuck,” Len breathes, and then his lips are on Jim’s. 

It’s instinctive, automatic. 

Jim’s eyes open wide, and then he’s kissing Len back, feverishly, desperately, clinging to Len like a drowning man, soft little groan humming in his throat.

It goes on for a while. Len curls his body protectively around Jim’s, and Jim melts into him, finally, finally, and it’s like coming home. 

“Oh,” says Jim, a little breathless, as Len pulls back.

“Yeah,” Len tells him simply.

And after that, things fall into place.


Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Len, contrary to popular belief, is the early riser of the two. It’s a product of years of early morning surgeries and wonky call schedules; try as he might - and oh, does he try - he has a hard time sleeping in.

It’s a rare thing, on the Enterprise, for them to have a morning together. 

Len savors it.

Len lays still as long as he’s able. He counts Jim’s respirations, the steady in and out whoosh of soft breaths that tickle Len’s cheeks and flutter gently through his hair. He numbers the tiny freckles that kiss Jim’s nose, traces the delicate curve of Jim’s eyelashes and the tilt of his jaw.

He lays there and he memorizes Jim, piece by piece, reveling in the stillness of the moment and the heat of Jim’s bare skin on his.

Finally, when he can stand it no longer, Len eases carefully out of bed and replicates a cup of coffee.

He has every intention of letting Jim sleep, of sitting on the edge of the bed with his hand resting on Jim’s shoulder and the latest issue The United Federation Journal of Neurosurgery pulled up on his PADD, but then Jim gives a snuffling little sigh and crinkles his nose just so, and Len is done for.

He slides smoothly back into bed, wrapping his arms and his legs around Jim and starting at the hollow of his neck. 


Who starts tickle fights

Jim tries this once.

Only once.  


Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

It is a foregone conclusion that Jim’s gonna follow Len uninvited everywhere. 

Into his office.

Into the bathroom.

Into medical staff meetings.

Into supply closets.

Into the shower.


Who surprises the other at work with lunch

Jim tries.

During the academy, he can rarely catch Len. Their schedules never quite seem to jive, and when Jim does occasionally slip out of his Tactics class a little early, Len always seems to be seeing a patient or doing a case. 

He manages it just once, in their third year. Len’s shocked to see him, but grateful for the sandwich. They sit huddled in the tiny clinic break room, and if Dr. McCoy seems a little less tense after, “Jim Kirk, my roommate, not my boyfriend,” leaves, well, the nurses don’t say a word.

Later, on the Enterprise, it’s a little easier. Jim typically a has a pretty good idea of what Bones’ schedule looks like, not to mention a direct commlink to the CMO, so they take their lunch breaks together more often than not, usually in Bones’ office.

Bones will never admit it, but it’s the highlight of his day.


Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Jim. 

Len’s a bundle of nerves too, but seeing silver-tongued Jim stumbling over his words fixes that real quick. Len’s an utter gentleman by nature, and god, after so long, it’s just so good to finally be with Jim, without pretense or doubt, that Len finds all his apprehension falling away. He’s suave and charismatic, disarming Jim with an easy smile and a southern charm that’s as natural as breathing.

Years later, Jim asks him about it. “Were you not scared, Bones?”

Bones shakes his head. “Of course not,” he says. “I was with you.” 


Who kills/takes out the spiders

“Bones.” Jim’s standing at the edge of the room, pointing a shaking finger.

“My god, Jim, it’s just a wolf spider.”

“It’s fuzzy.”

“It eats ants, Jim, not people.”

Jim’s shaking his head emphatically. “I do not care,” he whines. “I want it gone, Bones. Please.”

Bones is laughing now.

“It thinks you’re ugly too, you know,” he’s saying as he reaches with his bare hand. He’s paying more attention to Jim, not the spider.

The spider, who’s back seems to be writhing, pulsing, moving.

Len nudges her gently with a finger, and the babies go swarming, hundreds of them pouring from her back and scurrying across the floor.

Jim shrieks and launches himself on top of his desk. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

“Well, I’ll be,” says Len softly, wondering how the hell he’s going to get them all out, now that they’re scattered through the apartment.

It’s a long, long time before Jim forgives him.


Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Jim boldly, loudly, unapologetically proclaims his love for Len when he’s drunk.

Len’s a little quieter. 

Oh, he’s a shameless flirt, but his words are a little softer, the platitudes a little sweeter. He catches Jim by the waist and calls him beautiful. He nuzzles into the back of Jim’s neck, and he smiles into his skin. “Jim, Jim, Jim,” he whispers, over and over again, running his hands worshipfully over Jim’s chest and shoulders.

Jim is unashamed to admit that these are his favorite nights.

anonymous asked:

Not sure you got my ask about the last coldflash scene, about the poking scene. I want to know your thoughts about that. It was such a sweet moment from len it totally caught me off guard.

Originally posted by vixenvibe

It gets me, anon. It really does. 

Like here Len is giving Barry advice. Acknowledging there’s a dark side to him and agreeing that it’s what allows them to get along. That it’s what makes so they can understand each other. We know that Barry inspires Len (thanks to the speedforce), and has an impact on him, especially as of 2x03. But the last time Len saw Barry, he was still in denial of that, of wanting to be a hero.

Originally posted by dailycaptaincold

For Len, assuming this is a Legends S1 Len, that was only a few months ago. He wasn’t ready to commit back then. But then Barry comes along and again asks for his help, this time purely for the “true love” motive of saving Iris, and Len actually gives in and says yes this time. He comes along. He helps Barry while demanding nothing in return, except the joy and satisfaction of breaking into ARGUS and pissing off Joe West, presumably.

And it’s so interesting to me, that he’s gone through these stages, of denying he wants to be a hero and denying he has good in him, to going on the Legends trip while pretending (including to himself) that he has ulterior motives, to accepting that… what Barry sees in him is real. That the good part of him is real, however he tried to hide it. 

And that leads to this understanding that maybe why Barry could get through to him in the first place, why he ended up having a soft spot for the kid and making sure he didn’t die (despite betraying him) and why he made a deal with him in the first place, just all of it… maybe that came about in part of because what he sees in Barry. What they understand about each other.

Because Len puts his bad face out to the world and Barry puts his good face out. And Len sees underneath and around that happy mask Barry sometimes wears. In the woods, Barry threatened him, said that if Len goes after his family again, he doesn’t care, he’ll take Len down.

Originally posted by flashallens

There was a mutual understanding there, and I think Len saw it then, but didn’t quite understand fully what it was, yet. Barry’s capacity to be ruthless.

But now… now they’re in different positions. Barry doesn’t just have that latent potential, he’s starting to act on it, and Len sees it. Sees that Barry picked him for this job in part because of it, because he didn’t expect Len, of all people, to call him out on being ruthless and willing to kill.

But of course, Len is contrary and has gotta defy expectations,right? Because as the guy who was inspired by Barry in the first place, that’s troublesome. The heroes, the guys like Barry, are supposed to try and be better. They’re supposed to be what you aspire to.

But it’s also understandable, because he’s been there, he gets it. So when Barry doesn’t leave him behind, proves that the good in him still outweighs the darkness Len knows, has felt, can feel, he takes a little risk in expressing his relief, in his own way, and reminds Barry of the important role he fills, as a hero.

Originally posted by comicbookdaily

The role that he fits in Len’s life, though he doesn’t say it, as an inspiration to him. The Flash is a hero. Should stay that way. You should stay that way, Barry. Leave the killing to guys like me. Your suit doesn’t need the dust and tarnish, let me clean off those specks of lint and help keep your image clean.

Right?

It’s just a lovely moment, highlighting all the ways that they foil each other. And it surprised me with the openness, but given just how open Barry’s been with him, and how Barry’s seen him at some of his most vulnerable, and how Len’s in this kind of different place and recognizes that their dynamic has evolved and he’s in a position to affirm Barry and admonish him and also, maybe, do some inspiring of his own, to keep Barry on the path of the light? He takes that chance. He repays the trust Barry has in him in kind.

so leonard just… keeps breaking in. after the holidays he just keeps on doing it. he doesn’t take anything he just shows up to check if barry’s done his laundry or if they’ve watered the plants. he even brings in the news paper a few times.

and of course barry knows. he has definitely zipped in and out while len’s been poking around the place.

finally barry just walks in on him in the kitchen making a sandwich and shoves a key on a cord in leonard’s face. when len doesn’t do anything barry rolls his eyes and loops the necklace over len’s head, down around his neck.

“just remember not to stop by when joe’s home, okay?” and he winks, steals the sandwich, and walks into the living room.

Here’s Himawari! Saw him at PetCo (why do they keep them in little cups without a filter?). They called him a halfmoon plakat! He was very feisty and was flaring at my mom when she walked by, considering the state of all the other bettas, figured he was my best shot for a healthy one. As soon as I opened the top of the little cup when we got home he jumped out onto my floor!! He’s okay I think, now he’s exploring the ten gallon cheerfully. I did give him some fungal/parasite treatment. Took this picture with my new Tamron 2.8 lens :)) it doesn’t like focusing on his face. 

Chapstick Challenge || Conor Maynard Imagine

“Hello everyone, and welcome back to another video,” I say beaming towards the camera, arms extended to the sides of me almost hitting the person sat next to me, “And as you guys can probably tell I’m joined with my Boyfriend, Conor Maynard!”

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his face towards mine so I can kiss his cheek. “Hi, guys.” He greets, one arm wrapped protectively around my waist.

“And today were doing the couples Chapstick Challenge!” I remove my arms from around his neck and I pick up the multiple chapsticks from in front of us.

“We each have two different and weird chapsticks each, so neither of us knows what the other has got,” Conor explains.

“Conor agreed to this video just so he could kiss me,” I say laughing.

Conor gasps and pushes me away from him softly, making me burst out into a fit of giggles, “How dare you say such terrible things about me?”

“But its the truth,” I giggle poking his cheek with my pointer finger.

“Can we get to the game now?” Conor laughs.

“Ill go first,” I say excitedly, picking up the gingerbread flavored chapstick. I run it along with my lips. I hide the chapstick in my hands and turn my face back to his and smack my lips together.

“So I get to kiss you now?” Conor asks cheekily, I nod my head and close my eyes waiting for his lips to place themselves on mine. I open my eyes after a few seconds and notice that he’s just looking at me.

“What?” I ask shyly.

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispers, leaning his face into to kiss me softly.

“That is totally cinnamon,”  He says confidently. I lean in for another kiss. “What was that for I already guessed.” His eye brows drawn together.

“I just wanted to kiss you again,” I say a blush appearing on my cheeks.

“So who wanted to kiss who now?” He teases, “Now was it cinnamon?”

“Nope, It was gingerbread!” I say grinning at the camera.

Conor groans, “It all makes sense now.”

Conor turns his head to the side and places his chosen lip balm on his lips before quickly pressing his lips to mine. As he pulls away, I place my hand on the back of his head keeping him close to me to I can kiss him for a little longer.

“That’s some kind of berry,” I say pulling away from him, “Is it Blackberry?”

“You must have cheated,” Conor huffs, “How did you get that?”

“Was it really I ask?” And I laugh when he nods.

We do the final two chapstick flavors each of us getting them wrong.

“Okay, well that’s all for this week guys! Ill see you next week, Conor’s links will be in the description, go follow him! Subscribe for more of my face, and probably more of his face and ill see you next week!”

“Now where were we?” Conor says placing his hand on my jaw leaning in towards my face before looking back to the camera and covering the lens, before turning the camera off.

“They’re going to go crazy over that video you know?” I ask laughing at my boyfriend as he pulls me into his chest and laying us down of the bed that we are sat on the edge of.

“I love that video already,” He chuckles, kissing the top of my head. I bury my face in his chest.

“I love you,” I say softly.

“I love you more,” He says back poking one of his fingers into my side, making me squirm.

“Not possible,” I say raising my face so our eyes can meet.

“Oh trust me babe its totally possible,” He presses his lips to mine softly.