#isjustice

     “ A second can last an hour should you wish.” His gaze lingers on the board as if contemplating his next move. He had it figured out the second after the Speedster’s move, but he found that people found it a lot less-- off putting if he behaved like it took him a lot longer than it actually had. 

@isjustice​​​ said: you already are something. you always were. and you still have time to be. miscellaneous quotes.   accepting!

it is a fragile thing,  this foolish heart of hers. one that she is so willing to give out to others without asking for anything in return. it is why she got into charity work, is it not? the children that she works with every single day, the way that their eyes light up when they see her, and how thankful they are to receive even the slightest bit of care. it is enough to fill her heart with love to last for a lifetime―  at least, that is what she has always thought would be the case.

but there are still days where it is not enough. ella sees all of the darkness in the world and wonders how anything could be so cruel. everyday she makes the conscious choice to see the good, to see that there are lives worth saving and people worth helping. if she can do that in some way or another, then shouldn’t that be enough?

with barry, it is. he squeezes her hand and offers her all the reassurance that she could ever need. ella looks at him with a warm gaze, a hint of a smile beginning to pull at the corners of her lips. a hand gently reaches up to brush the apple of his cheek, pulling him closer so that she can press a soft kiss against his temple. soft, grateful, unspeakably brave.

EASY MONEY

1. steph’s spoiler suit. you already know how i feel about this. incredible. no notes. 

2. starfire but this one specifically 

3 and 4 arent purple look away im dumb

&.    @isjustice​​    prompted:   “    you’re    holding    back .    ”

      WELCOMED    HER    INTO    a    family    in    a    way    that    she    hadn’t    realized    until    she    was    settled,    nora    &    joseph    infiltrated    her    life    at    a    time    that    hopelessness    ate    away    at    her    bones    &    sent    her    crumbling.    their    pudgy    cheeks    &    mischievous    smiles    bright    spots    upon    the    darkest    days    .    .    .    she    had    no    rightful    place    to    be    near    them    &    yet    iris    &    barry    with    their    kind    eyes    &    soft    peace    allowed    her    to    be.        there    weren’t    words    to    form    that    could    express    her    gratefulness    (    for    giving    her    a    sense    of    home    that    she    had    craved    for    as    long    as    she    could    remember    ).    they    were    accepting,    all    of    them    as    a    whole    (    misfits    gathered    together,    a    bond    she    didn’t    dare    question    but    immediately    felt    it’s    strength    ).    there    a    breath    that    exhales    through    her    nostrils,    heavy    like    the    implication    of    his    words    (    he’s    an    idiot    at    times,    but    in    truth    she    thought    it    was    charming,    it    worked    for    him    &    all    of    that    string    bean    glory    ).    the    consumption    of    alcohol    lets    the    words    slide    free    easier    than    sobriety    would.    ❝            have    you    ever    met    someone    &    just    known    they    were    good    ?            ❞    fondness    coloring    her    tone    as    she    reminisced,    her    darkest    days    the    catalyst    as    why    every    potential    suitor    had    been    rejected.        ❝            his    name    was    daniel    .    .    .    he    was    alex’s    brother    &    i    don’t    know    why,    but    i    knew    if    i    made    it,    it’d    be    because    of    him.            ❞    from    the    very    start    she    had    begged    for    his    help,    never    once    worried    seeing    him    through    those    hours    &    when    she    had    needed    him,    he    had    been    there.    ❝            i    was    right.            ❞    countless    times    he    had    allowed    her    to    escape,    gave    her    second    chances    &    protected    her    while    his    own    wife    pulled    the    trigger.    there    were    days    that    guilt    suffocated    her,    &    there    were    times    that    she    let    it    (    sinking    under    a    tub    of    water    &    never    letting    herself    find    air    again    ).    ❝            he    died    trying    to    protect    me    .    .    .            ❞        a    sadness    tugs    on    her    features    as    she    attempts    to    blink    the    gloss    from    her    eyes,    a    quiet    laugh    bubbling    but    no    mirth    could    be    detected.    ❝            how    fucked    up    is    that    ?            ❞