That Whooshing Sound ,

I left my home still as a child, I walked a thousand sorry miles, to wait for my father to gather up his tools. He said my boy, you gotta run — don’t wait for me, don’t wait for mom. We’ll come get you when it’s safe for us to move.

So I waited many years, held back the pain behind my tears for my father to come find me like he said. And in that time I was alone, so many years without my home, I made brothers of a different kind instead.

And at the time I didn’t know, just how hard the wind could blow towards disaster in the things that I would see. I never found my father, I never found my mother — even would I know in my lifetime I would be…

A hero to the masses, to those born without chances, there’s a freedom that everyone deserves. I know there’s greed and there’s corruption, I’ve seen death and mass destruction, but I’m telling you that I hope that I’m heard.

I will not be commanded.

I will not be controlled.

And I will not let my future go on 

we’ve all been there.

Barry hadn’t realized how tired he was.  Perhaps he didn’t eat enough for lunch.  Though, three pizza pies seemed like a lot.  It wasn’t the work load, it never was.  Dr. Stein was a genius and Barry was always happy to be working alongside such a brilliant mind.  And yet, here they were, walking down the hallway and yawning three times within a minute.  Tonight, Barry was going to head home and sleep right when he walked in.  Speedster or not, he still needed a decent amount of sleep.  If Caitlin could see his vitals, she probably would give him a lecture on his exhaustion levels.

“Any plans tonight, Dr. Stein?”  Barry asks as he steps into the elevator and glances down to his watch.  It was well after 8:00 p.m.  He wondered if Iris was with Joe and Wally, or if she was at their loft.  Yanking his phone out, Barry frowned somewhat.  He was hoping for a missed call or a text from her, but there was nothing.

Just then he felt a quick jerk of a stop.  Barry caught Martin’s glance before he too, looked at the top of the elevator.  “For real?” Barry whined for a moment before he slipped his phone back into his pocket and let out a lengthy sigh.  Lifting his hands, Barry used all his might and tried hard to pry the doors open, but they wouldn’t budge.  “Alright, that didn’t work,” he groaned.  

Martin stands back, watching warily as Barry tries to pry open the doors. He knew it would be useless; he had a feeling that it was just their luck that they would be stuck in between floors.

“Let’s just calm down,” he offers, though that was the last thing he wanted to do. He wants to be home, and asleep. Of course this luck could only happen to them. Reaching into his pocket, he takes out his phone, finding it close to dead. He swears quietly under his breath as he sticks it back into his pocket, shutting his eyes for a brief moment.

“Cisco, right,” Barry dips his head and takes his phone out again.  No service.  Of course.  Why on earth would they have service in an elevator?  That’d just be smart.

With a heavy sigh, Barry closed his eyes and stood in front of the doors.  He was going to try and phase out of the elevator, but when he opened his eyes, he turned back to Dr. Stein.  “I have to try,” he tells him, regardless of if they’re in front of two separate floors.

Or send “Restrained?” for a randomly generated number.

you do not have to:

get to my thread just because you’re working on other replies

avoid posting often just because we’re both online and it’s your turn

push yourself to write something just because you see me on

I understand:

that sometimes you only get muse for certain threads

you may not know what to reply with at the moment

some threads you have are in an exciting moment and you’d rather put your focus into those

RPing is for fun. Don’t force yourself to get stuff done. Your replies are worth the wait.

I was sitting on the computer last night trying to be productive and actually write something. My first sentence included the character listening to a voice through an intercom and my first thought was, “What kind of voice is it?“ 

adenoidal (adj): if someone’s voice is adenoidal, some of the sound seems to come through their nose

appealing (adj): an appealing look/voice shows that you want help, approval, or agreement

breathy (adj): with loud breathing noises

brittle (adj): if you speak in a brittle voice, you sound as if you are about to cry

croaky (adj): if someone’s voice sounds croaky, they speak in a low, rough voice that sounds as if they have a sore throat

dead (adj): if someone’s eyes or voice are dead, they feel or show no emotion

disembodied (adj): a disembodied voice comes from someone who you cannot see

flat (adj): spoken in a voice that does not go up and down; this word is often used for describing the speech of people from a particular region

“I can only hope that they would agree with you, Mr. Allen,” Rip says with a small smile. It doesn’t always feel like it, but he knows that his team is composed of very different individuals who do nothing by the book and never choose the easy way. And, to be quite honest, he would not want them any other way.