I’m sorry that I’ve been such a terrible friend. I’ve been away for far too long. I hope that, over time, you will be able to find it in your heart to forgive me.
As a symbol of my deepest sincerest apologies, here is a little wizard. Yes, I drew him months ago. Yes, I’ve posted him elsewhere on the web. But, Tumblr, no other site has such a refined scan of this image. Only a dimly-lit warped and distorted version taken from the tiny lens of a truly inadequate smart phone exists. You, my friend, are the sole possessor of this digital original. This scan among scans. You should feel truly special. Now you know how much you mean to me.
Imagine baby Damian (like 14-16 months (he develops early and is a menace to Alfred already) (Alfred doesn’t mind) in a onesie.
Imagine baby Damian–supposed to be IN BED in his CRIB–wiggling down the grand staircase.
He toddles to the study where his dad is sitting.
Bruce is looking into the fire, brow drawn painfully. But then he hears behind him a joyous, “Dad-dee!”
And he turns around and Damian is looking ridiculously small in the doorway, grinning with his toothy smile, drooling a bit.
His son clamors onto his lap and pats the wrinkles out of his face, chiming “Papa papa papa” and bouncing up and down. In his little green onesie with padded feet. (This is important okay I don’t know if y'all have seen babies in onesies but it’s enough to convince you to raise a child and populate the earth because it is that cute)
He grabs Bruce’s nose with his little fingers and Bruce grimaces because even though his son has had his bath his fingers are still s t i c k y.
The toddler babbles and slaps the chair arms, rocking back and forth on his father’s lap. Bruce takes his hands and allows Damian to stumble-walk all over his legs, and when Damian slips between and lands on the leather seat, he hoists him up and sits down with him on the carpeted floor.
Bruce sighs and closes his eyes for one moment and when he opens them his reading glasses are warped out of shape with tiny fingerprints on the lens.
He puts them on while Damian giggles and claps his hands. The toddler pushes himself upright by his hands (that funny baby thing where they place their feet on the floor first and push up their upper body with their hands) and toddles toward the fireplace.
Bruce reaches out and tugs on the baby’s onesie, causing Damian to fall on his diapered behind with a bump. He pouts at Bruce but the father shakes his head and drags him closer, offering the ruined glasses as a distraction.
Damian takes them happily, and soon begins gnawing on the gummied ends. Teething, the everlasting nightmare.
Bruce picks him up and sits down with him in the recliner, tucking him in his arm.
And the two of them slowly drift off to sleep as the fire burns out.
(That was dumb I should have actually made a fic out of this. Oh well.)
( safety-dancer here is baby Damian. You speak, I deliver. Bling bling, I’m your fairy godmother!)
When I see imagines/fanfictions that describe the reader with features such as: green or blue eyes with long blonde or brunette hair that you can run your hands through" I stop for a moment and cry for a bit because I don’t have those traits. I don’t have hair that you can run your hands through. I don’t have straight hair that I can just brush and put up into a ponytail. I don’t have sexy lingerie or thongs in my underwear drawer. I don’t have long slim lens or tiny fair hands. I don’t have pale white skin thats smooth to the touch!.
like come on guys. Please write something where the girl isn’t tall and skinny with long blonde hair and green eyes who can fit into a size zero jeans. There is nothing wrong with that description but can there be at least ONE imagine that doesn’t need to be requested that implies the following.
-short super curly hair
-tan, brown, dark skin
-a girl who stands up for her self
-flats instead of stilettos
-bad hair days
-hobbies like ballet, singing, dancing, art, photography, writer
-eating things other than salad when the reader goes out for dinner
-reader clumsily falling on their ass and not being embarrassed because of it
-reader not being a damsel in distress all the damn time
-reader with a bomb ass, unique super power
-reader being a bad ass mofo
-Maybe the chick can be Latina or Asian or Brazilian or Filipino maybe even Muslim.
-Maybe she wears a hijab or religious clothing and accessories.
-Maybe they are gay or transgender
Be diverse because there’s a lot of people in the world.
Leonard may be a force unto himself, but he isn’t above selling his skills when a decent offer comes around. And when he’s offered an exorbitant amount of money to take out some CSI guy for the CCPD, he doesn’t hesitate to commit. He can do this one off the books, anonymous, and easy. The Flash doesn’t even have to find out.
Until he turns up to the dead drop to find an envelope containing a photo of the one and only Barry Allen. Because of course Barry Allen is making things difficult for crime bosses even when he’s not in costume. Dumb kid never knows when to stop. This time he’s testifying in some case which, whilst seemingly innocuous, actually has pretty big ramifications for the Alfiero family, who are trying to move in on the absence created by the Santini’s downfall. Not that Leonard’s going to let them, but it doesn’t hurt to take their money on an easy job first.
Except this is so obviously not going to be an easy job now. Aside from the practical difficulties of taking out The Flash, something Leonard hates to admit he’s still not been able to work around, things are going pretty well with their uneasy truce. I mean, the kids not exactly happy with the way things turned out at Ferris Air, but they still have a tenuous working relationship that works out best for the both of them. And Leonard prides himself on knowing just how much to rock the boat before letting it return to smooth sailing, and right now they’re headed for the straight.
So this puts him in a difficult position. He’s already committed himself to the Alfiero’s, and this isn’t the sort of job you can back out of. And he’s definitely not going to kill the damn kid. By letting Barry carry on as he is, Leonard’s balancing out some of the shit he’s done in his life. He’s a good kid, a good man. Barry Allen could change the world, there’s no use denying it, and he could change it for the better. Leonard wasn’t going to stand in the way of that. He may be a criminal, he may even be a bad person, but he can still tell right from wrong and killing Barry would be so wrong.
Problem is, this only really leaves him with one solution. Take out the Alfiero family sooner than planned. And, well, if he has to speed up his plans, he’s going to need someone who can go fast.
Turning up outside STAR labs in full Captain Cold gear probably wasn’t his smartest decision, but it would definitely grab their attention. More importantly, it would confuse the Alfiero’s. He had a reputation for upholding his end of the bargain, they wouldn’t suspect him of treachery. But this move would throw them off balance, and he needed as much destabilisation as possible.
Of course Barry’s there within minutes. Leonard’s actually surprised it took him so long, probably trying to work out what his game is and plan for it. It’s pretty clear he didn’t expect Leonard to inform him that there’s a price on his (civilian) head, and that Leonard was prepared to do what was necessary to get rid of it without killing him. Barry doesn’t comment at his avoidance of committing to not killing at all.
And that’s how all the shenanigans start. Barry has to pretend to go missing, hiding out in Leonard’s safe house, whilst Leonard convinces the Alfiero’s that the kids dead without a body to show them. So now Barry is living with the Rogues (and since when did Hartley Rathaway join Cold’s crew??) and the STAR team and the West’s are fake mourning/searching for him. Even the Arrow Team are looking into the Alfiero’s but it’s surprisingly difficult to take out a whole crime family without making too many waves, so Barry’s left working with and basically living with Captain Cold for weeks. And Leonard won’t leave him alone, because he knows his competition. If there’s anyone else after Barry still, he can’t leave the kid unprotected.
If that means nights huddled under blankets fighting over what to watch on Netflix next, then so be it. Night-long stake outs in a shitty and uncomfortable van debating the relative merits of Big Belly Burger and Taco Bell? Fine. Eating breakfast together every day? Sure it’s something they can deal with. Falling asleep next to each other on the couch? A bit weird, but they get used to it. And it’s not Len’s fault when he ‘forgets’ the next safe house only has one double bed. And Barry’s only being gracious when he says that he doesn’t mind sharing if the alternative is Len sleeping on the floor.
The double bed has nothing to do with the fact that they stay in that safe house longer than they did any of the others. When they finally have to move, and the next one only has a small single bed, well, they were fine with sharing before. And it certainly isn’t Leonard’s fault that he has to have an arm around Barry as they sleep, just in case the kid falls out of bed, of course.
And, it’s totally 100% an accident when Barry clambers into the tiny bed facing Len, painfully close. And Len definitely wasn’t trying to pull him even closer, he just wanted to get more comfortable. Barry isn’t smiling at having him so close, he just thought of something funny. Len isn’t staring at his lips, he’s thinking about something else.
It pretty quickly escalates past just making out, because it’s been a good couple of months with no privacy and their both pretty ‘frustrated’ by now. They give up on the denial pretty quickly, trying to convince themselves that they’re just blowing off steam doesn’t last long once Barry starts telling Len exactly what he’s been thinking about the past few weeks. Len’s pretty shocked by the explicit words coming out of his mouth, but he’s more than happy to comply. There are better uses for that mouth than just talking about these things, anyway.
Scallops are built like clams and mussels, with shapely shells, soft, headless bodies and simple brains. Shellfish like these may not seem alert. But scallops see in all directions. Their mantle—the thin body part that secretes the shell—is fringed with up to 100 miniature eyes, each with its own tiny retina and lens. Scallops live on the seafloor, rather than buried in sand or attached to rocks. When their shells are open, they can monitor their surroundings at all times.
Two rows of limpid blue eyes peer from the open shell of a sea scallop. Scallops have the most acute vision of any bivalve. Their multiple eyes sense light and movement, helping them guard against predators like starfish, sea urchins, and sea snails. A scallop can also see when the water is clouded with the microscopic algae and other particles it consumes.
Meet more marvelous creatures in the exhibition, Life at the Limits, now open at the Museum.