i fucking love tumblr on new years i scroll past a glittertext gif wishing me a happy 2002 i scroll past my mutual wishing me a happy 2018 i scroll past a gifset wishing me a happy 2013 i scroll p

can't stop thinking about how sweetly barry actually talks about oliver. i think theres such a tendency in modern discourse to label (& unintentionally dismiss) characters like oliver as fucked up and feral and i get it because it's the funny way that we talk about weird little guys right now, but there is something so quietly devastating about barry always describing oliver like he's a scared little kid. confused by his attraction and his power, just wanting to be a part of it. barry's oliver is still standing in the foyer begging felix to let them still be friends. barry's oliver is sobbing at felix's grave, kissing the grave dirt between them. barry's oliver never gets the fulfillment of what he's chasing.

That little white dude was like runny eggs give me an upset tummy and proceeded to consume the body fluids of 3 ppl on that table