As a musician, I’m just going to give a moment to the composer behind the music of the DCTV universe. Blake Neely, you’re a genius.
Like – this one, there’s a background driving beat that is mean to be Cisco trying to outrun/outsmart Gypsy and jumping through breaches and things and I just. *sigh* I want to compose like this
Not to mention the Legends of Tomorrow, Supergirl, and Arrow soundtracks? Also brilliant beyond brilliant.
I’ve been listening to the Legends soundtrack and there’s so much variety with all the weird stuff they do and I love it so much
Ray could hardly sit still. It just hurt so bad. “I’m sorry, I just. Damn, that hurts!” he exclaimed when he tried to pull away. “You think? I mean, I am accident prone, but that’s not why we became friends, Max.” Ray took a deep breath and closed his eyes, preparing himself both mentally and physically. “No, just do it.”
“I bet it does, Ray.” Max smiled softly at him, loosening his grasp on his wrist to help him relax. “I’m glad to have you as a friend. Accident prone or not.” He laughed softly, licking his own lips a bit. Max nods and moved his hand to grab Ray’s finger.
He dropped his eyes away from Ray’s face and grabbed the joint, using his other hand to guide the joint back into place, grunting softly when it pops back into place. Max slowly lets go, waiting to see if it would pop back out. Satisfied with his work, he grabbed medical tape and tape the previous dislocated finger to the finger next to it.
“There we go.” He grabbed an ice pack and placed it on Ray’s finger. “All done, big guy.”
Ray’s body flinches in pain as his finger is set. He opens one eye, then the other, and looks at his taped fingers. “Thanks. I know I come to you far often than the others, and you’d think I’d have learned my lesson by now, but I guess not,” he mused, looking back up to Max when the cold ice pack hit his fingers. “I’m mostly glad you’re still my friend after the number of times I’ve visited you to avoid the ER.”
“Look, Christmas is just an excuse to get real fat on cookies, and real drunk on spiked eggnog. I for one … am so in..”
“Did you say spiked eggnog?” Ray’s ears practically perked up. “While I don’t celebrate Christmas, I do love cookies and spiked eggnog.”
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Cisco held the dormant cold gun in his hands, letting his fingers run over the different textures that ran up and down the gun. “You know when I created this, it was meant for a much different purpose. Now, it’s been used by a criminal, used to stop a speedster in his tracks, and now its retired. Only gets pulled out by Team Flash in a last-ditch effort. That’s depressing.”
Cisco sat, sipping his coffee and staring into his computer. He was reading an article as research for his newest piece of tech, and he’d been on a research bender the last few days. He found himself at a coffee shop, only because he knew he needed to be around people eventually. He tore his eyes from his screen to see another pair looking right at him. His hand quickly went to his chin, self-conscious about his hygiene & how his facial hair could make him seem, well, a little rougher around the edges. “Damn, did I forget to shave?”
“Will you stop squirming? It’s just a dislocated finger. I went to school for this, and i’m starting to think you became my friend so you don’t get an outrageous ER bill every time you get hurt.” Max teased, curling his hand around the other’s wrist. “Now, would you like a stick to bite on before we begin?”
Ray could hardly sit still. It just hurt so bad. “I’m sorry, I just. Damn, that hurts!” he exclaimed when he tried to pull away. “You think? I mean, I am accident prone, but that’s not why we became friends, Max.” Ray took a deep breath and closed his eyes, preparing himself both mentally and physically. “No, just do it.”
Cisco backup 