I Need Entertainment

kol-calamity:

kol-calamity-blog:

ANONYMOUS TIME!!!! (or ask in character!)

  • HYE have you ever?
  • FMK fuck marry kill
  • KHC kiss hug cuddle
  • NML a night, a month or for life?
  • AMA ask me anything
  • HON hot or not?
  • WWY well would you?
  • WYR would you rather? 
  • TOD truth or dare?
  • SMW ship me with?
  • TOT this or that?
  • WIS who I ship? (with myself, or with others – specify) 
or anything else hilariously entertaining you can think of! 

red-poison-ivy:

fransciscoramon:

“That depends on what it is.” Cisco said with a smirk.

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“What a gentleman… What about staying here with me for a while until my bus ride comes? I don’t want to be all bored here by myself.”

“But of course! I don’t really have anywhere to be, so why not? Where you headed to?”

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notpurple-violet:

Violet still didn’t look satisfied. “Ok but the way you described it with ‘reliving’. Like it has already happened. Reliving describes memories not nightmares.”

“What I’m seeing is from an alternate timeline, I think. Where I die. But obviously the timeline never came to be, because I’m still here.” Cisco replied, frustrated.

notpurple-violet:

Violet cocked her head and sat down neck to him, rubbing his chest soothingly. “’Relive?’ What do you mean by that, honey.”

“Everytime I literally relive my death each time. I feel as his hand rips my heart to shreds, I feel the bomb go off behind me, leaving shrapnel embedded in my body as I bleed to death. It just sucks.” He brought his hand to lay over top of Violet’s. “I can’t stop it from happening, either.”

runaway-griffin:

Griffin turned back, looking at the other.  “You’re scared of an alley and yet you’re on this side of town.”  Sighing, he came back and started walking on the main road again. “Are you scared of the dark dude?”

“I’m not scared of the dark.” Cisco said, somewhat offended that the man would even think that. “It’s just last time I went down a dark alley I got shot. So I don’t really venture down them anymore.” He said, bringing a hand up to where the fresh scar was.

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