Merged Minds

I LOVE THE STEIN FAMILY, SO SIT DOWN CUZ I HAVE HEADCANONS TO WRITE!

Martin and Lily would sing “I don’t need anything but you” From Annie whenever Lily had a bad day at school or a bad day in general. Clarissa filmed it once without either of them knowing and shows it to them when Lily and Martin get into a fight

When Lily was like super young (1st Grade?) She pretended to be sick and then stuck into the back seat of Martin’s car so she could go to work with him. He didn’t notice she was in the car until he was at work and she was climbing out of the back seat. That was Stein’s ‘Accidentally bring my daughter to work day’. This was a common occurrence for about 4 years.  

Clarissa would take Lily shopping every time her Daddy won an award, so she had something nice to wear when he accepted it. She always choose a pretty browse and pants, claiming ‘wearing these will make me look powerful like daddy’. Clarissa always smiled at that idea

When Martin Stein disappeared after the particle accelerator explosion, Lily was honestly devastated and believed he was dead. Annoyed with Central City she got a deal to work for a science facility in Keystone for a while. She only returned to Central when her mom called her, telling her that her dad was indeed alive and well, but he was going to deal with something in Pittsburgh for the time being. 

sevenohs:

When I say ‘take your time’, what I mean is:

Take.  Your.  Time.

If you have muse for another thread? You can reply to that.

If you have muse for another character?  Guess what; you can reply to that too.

If you’re getting feels for another ship?  You can reply to that, lmfao.

If you’re overwhelmed with other threads?  It’s okay; seriously.  I don’t hate you, I don’t think any less of you.  You get to ours when you can.

If you want to drop a thread because you’ve lost inspiration with it; same as above.  I don’t hate you.  I’d rather you told me than fretted and thought omfg she’s gonna hate me when actually, the opposite is true.

Muses can be fickle, fickle things and I shouldn’t have to say this but when dipshits come out with stuff like ‘take your time doesn’t mean you can reply to something else’ — actually, it does with me.

Anybody who plots with me, RPs with me, even talks to me; I love.  Dearly.  And when they reply I squeal like a mad thing because omg the flawless (seriously).

RPing is meant to be fun, lovelies.  Don’t suck the fun out of it by being passive aggressive and a bit of a twat by saying shit things like that.

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“Do you really want your wife to have cold feet, Ronnie Raymond?”  He wasn’t in as much trouble as he should have been, but Caitlin just couldn’t allow herself to be mad over something so petty.  Especially not when cuddling could be involved.  “Why can we not do both?”  She asked quietly and managed to move closer to him, despite how cold she was, “I mean, you’re my favorite person to cuddle with and if you felt how cold I am you’d understand why I need the heat right now.”

Ronnie held her tightly. Clearly he’d been gone for longer than he imagined, but he didn’t think it was a good time to press the issue. He let her calm down a bit as he took a moment to sit down next to her. He looked her in the eyes and held her hands, noticing they seemed cold but it was the last thing on his mind at the moment.

“Hey, I’m sorry I was gone for however long I really had no control over that, but I’m here now. I don’t know how, I don’t know why but I’m back ok?” he spoke trying his best to reassure her that he wouldn’t leave ever again.

He even smelled like Ronnie, and she knew that he was really there. There were so many questions running through her mind. But all she could do was focus on the fact that he was holding her, and that his warmth was making her warm up, something that she hadn’t realized she needed. Looking him directly in the eye only further cemented that this was indeed happening.

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“That’s kind of the point,” Caitlin mumbled and moved her feet away from him.  They were like ice and no matter how tightly she wrapped the covers around them, she just couldn’t keep them to be warm.