If speed force works anything like in comics both Barry and Eobard are in the SF together right now lol that must be awkward
Eobard finally at peace sitting on a Speed Force pool deck in red-and-yellow polka-dot swim trunks sipping on a martini with one of those lil umbrella straws in it workin’ on his tan, when Barry tumbles into the pool and tidal-wave splashes him.
You know I’d really like to think the stereotype that ace people don’t understand sexual humor isn’t true, but last night a group of other ace’s and I were playing cards against humanity and it took us 15 minutes to figure out that the card that says “ itsy bitsy teeny weenie” wasn’t referring to small hot dogs or a yellow polka dot bikini so….
@hella-free-space some bunnies 4 u, since I hear you are lacking them in your life. (Mostly Goober, feat. Duma, Toothbrush, Big Moosh, Moosh Minor, Hob Gadling, and Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini, among others :P)
Plus bonus, sO MANY BABIES
I’m probably gonna be selling some babies around the end of the summer/beginning of fall, wink wink nudge nudge, if anyone is interested ;)
Send one of the following symbols and one of my OC’s names and I’ll doodle: 🏄 OC in what they would wear to the beach/pool
Especially with it being summertime, I couldn’t pass this up. Also they made the biggest itsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka-dot bikini for Kimaris. He’s kinda paranoid about taking off his armor, even in summer heat.
Can you imagine that being the silly boys they are, they just didn’t tell Rosie to call Sherlock ‘papa’? And time pases, and just they don’t. They evelope, they stay together, they start a really healthy -finally- relationship and Rosie gets bigger under their care but they just don’t tell Rosie that Sherlock is her dad too (1/16)
(because he does everything John does, even a bit more like doing her piggy tails perfectly -with those blue hair bands with tiny ballons pressed on them and yellow bee hair clips “she doesn’t need to combine them, she’s perfect even when she got your fashion sense”- and knowing which stories are her favorites one when she is two “come on, John, she stays 2 point 42 seconds longer up with you read to her that silly story about pigglets and the animal that blows their houses and not that one about the girl and the shoe! That’s quite smart actually, well done my dearest Watson”-).
John is just scared that if he ask Sherlock to take this task, he’ll flee away and John just can’t live without him (no when he knows that Sherlock’s toes are twice as long than his or the warmth he feels in his chest when he catchs him wearing his sweaters when he’s sick “just because they’re warm”. John never tells him that he saw all of Sherlock’s sweaters in the back of the bottom drawer since John pointed this out). So no, he doesn’t.
Sherlock doesn’t ask because he’s scared too. He’s lived alone and barely survived. He can’t live without John and Rosie (no when he knows that John uses this chamomile cream for his callused hands when he thinks that Sherlock can’t see him and make fun of him -he never sees, he smells but choose to never point this out. Sherlock guesses that must be some old child trauma, maybe his father, telling him not to be a “girl”- or how much honey Rosie needs in her tea when her throat is a bit hoarse). So no, he doesn’t ask.
The three of them live in 221B, happily, I gotta say. Until Rosie is four and they can’t shut her off her pairs, so they inscribe her in this daycare near their house after Sherlock checked every single one of the kid’s parents. It’s easier than they think to tell her and it’s a bit more difficult for them, quieter definitely. But it is needed. They believe so. They both say “bye” to her (her favorite pink with yellow flowers dress, warm black leggings, shiny white shoes, cream sweater, and her favorite hairstyle), alongside with another parents crying. Sherlock doesn’t have time to deduce them until they see their -yes, their- baby -not so much little now- girl dissapear in a sea of kids, her yellow polka dot jacket and bees’ backpack into her new classroom.
Rosie never saw so many kids together in her life! I mean, her dad and Sherlock took her to the park almost everyday but they just never left her to her own devices. It was scary but a good scary -specially because Sherlock told her that they would come after her and fear not and there was also this girl, Amanda, a tan and all smiles girl, kept talking to her about her cats and her moms-. She knew that there were all kinds of families but never talked about it with a kid like her. Almost everyone had a dad and a mom, but Amanda had two moms and seemed a little confused about her dad and Sherlock. When she explained her day to day schedule (“do they hold each other’s hands?” “duh, of course they do!” “and they kiss each other?” “of course! Specially when Sherlock eats” “then you have two dads! That must be cool but I’ve to moms so I can tell you that having two moms is awesome–!”) there was no “Sherlock”, she must have looked so silly! Maybe so silly that it must be the reason why Sherlock looked at her funny sometimes -like that time he catched her trying to see how his violin worked or when she played doctor with her dad’s robe-, probably he wanted her to dedutce? Which one was the word?
Rosie was a Smart girl and in no time decided Sherlock’s new name, so when the class was over, with a little bit of help, she got all of her colors back in her tiny Hello Kitty case (she hoped her drawing was cool enough to get a place in the refrigerator) and her clothes while Mrs. Kleint explained them what they were going to do tomorrow. With the new drawing in her hand, she screamt as high and she could “PAPAAAAAAAAAAA” when she saw them standing in the middle -Sherlock height always helped- in her happy way, running with her chubby legs. John felt relieved, she missed him as much as he missed her but even when he opened his arms, he saw how she hugged Sherlock’s legs tight.
Later that night, after long conversations and dinner, Rosie’s new drawing was the only thing in their refrigerator: Sherlock, John, Rosie and the ducks they fed on Saturdays with the tiny shaky scribble on top (help from Mrs. Kleint): -papa, dad, Rosie-. (16/16) Fin.
WOW! That was so long and beautiful! I signed online and was like “omg I have like seventeen asks, what did I do? But it turned out it was only this lovely thing! Thank you so much!!! It’s precious! <3
Hi can you please do a long reaction for Minhyuk, Hyungwon, Wonho and Kihyun where they cheer you up because you had a bad day at school or work?
Wish granted! Also, the Masterlist has been updated! I don’t know if you can see the “keep reading” part on the post (mobile only) because I don’t see it when I only view it. If someone can tell me why, (ain’t nothing but a heart ache) that would be great!
Wonho - You couldn’t help but feel the need to break your pencil in two and use it as a weapon against the teacher in front of you. Strict, rude, racist, and unforgiving, is the type of person he was. You didn’t understand, but at times he would spit out curses toward you and the other students for not working hard enough and today was the worst of all. His marks on your essays basically made one on its own and you couldn’t take his class anymore. Wonho often came by to pick you up from school, but today, he couldn’t because he had a meeting with the CEO, which made your day even worse. Just your luck. Walking out the school building, you still had the pent-up frustrations about that class, wishing that it wasn’t required to take it. The stress and the amount of studying wasn’t worth it, but you still did it anyway. Not to mention on your way home, you missed your bus not once, but twice, and the shops you bought bubble tea for the two of you was closed for maintenance. At that point, everything snowballed into a day that you wanted to forget and erase forever. By the time you made it home, it was already late evening. He’s going to ask, isn’t he…? A sigh escaped your lips from the thought of Wonho running up to you, patting your face and hair to see if you’re alright. Well, that almost happened. To your surprise, there was a makeshift tent in the middle of the living room, strewn with fairy lights on top of the blankets and pillows. “Wonho-ah… You made this?” “Indeed!” Wonho popped his head out from the tent, gesturing you to come closer and observe. “See? We can lay here all night and all weekend watching whatever while we’re underneath the fairy lights I bought yesterday. You know, you can’t hide the fact that you were having a bad day from me. Come on! Change into your pajamas and come on in!” Wonho got out of the tent and patted your shoulders, urging you to change and spend the night with him. As you showed a grateful smile, you nodded and headed over to your room, later to the tent where Wonho brought up the opportunity to cuddle as well.
Minhyuk - The expectations fell heavy on your shoulders. It felt as if you couldn’t breathe from the deadlines that approached quicker than expected, or the requirements and stakes were higher than you could overcome. School is only temporary, but it seemed like forever. Your headaches occurred more frequently, and you couldn’t find the time to eat or sleep because you doubted yourself from remembering specific topics the next day. As you came home, the whole journey, you reviewed terms, subjects, and key points in your head for the upcoming exam. What made it even worse was the fact your teacher handed you back a test you didn’t appreciate receiving. It was a 74%. You wanted to at least try your best in school for a satisfactory future. However, it wasn’t turning out the way you’d like to, and you came home with a sulk and a heavy heart. You didn’t want to face Minhyuk. After all, he was helping you with your schoolwork. How will find out about this? Exactly. He won’t. You sighed as you closed the door and let your bag fall onto the floor with a thump. The apartment was empty and didn’t pertain the happiness it had when Minhyuk occupied it. He’s at the studio today, that’s right. You ran your fingers through your hair in frustration and headed toward the kitchen, where you found a piece of pink paper with writing on it. It’s okay to have these days. Smile for me, will you? I don’t like it when you’re sad. Quickly eat what I’ve made you that’s in the refrigerator. I’m sure you’ll like it. You blinked a few times and attempted to smile, but you forced it in the end. Approaching the refrigerator, you opened it, seeing a photo of Minhyuk on top of a plastic box, decorated with yellow ribbon with white polka dots. Inside, perfectly wrapped kimbap sat on top of colored tissue paper with tiny separators with the banchan inside. From radishes to kimchi, you couldn’t help but eat your feelings away. You sat down at the bar, taking your pair of chopsticks and digging in. “Mind if I take a bite? I made it after all,” Minhyuk’s voice was heard from behind you. Quickly, you turned around and found him with his duffel bag slung on his shoulder, and dressed in his training outfit. “Feel better okay? I found out about your grades from your teacher but it doesn’t mean this applies how smart you are. One grade won’t make all the difference. So smile and do better next time, okay?” Minhyuk kissed our cheek before grabbing a piece of your kimbap and running away into another room.