“There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.”

xspitfire-a: “-Thanks. But for future reference only i can talk about my breasts .” “Damn, did I say that out loud? I’m sorry. Sometimes my mouth works without consulting my brain,” Cisco laughed nervously. 

“You can’t fight me, you’re miniature.” {bloodsoaked-destiny – Yellowjacket Barry.}

bloodsoaked-destiny: lovestoostrong: Ask Memes, Sass Edition || Accepting @bloodsoaked-destiny “I may be small, but I pack a punch.”  Oh, the man’s words were borderline laughable. If he really could, he would’ve done so by now. “And yet you let me wander around your lab?” he questioned, picking up something mechanical looking just to mess withContinue reading ““You can’t fight me, you’re miniature.” {bloodsoaked-destiny – Yellowjacket Barry.}”

ofvigilantiisms: @fransciscoramon continued from here “Is it, now?” Penelope raised a single eyebrow, obviously amused. “Well, in that case, you’re quite skilled at it.” “Getting better and better every day!” Cisco laughed, picking a foot up and shaking it. “My friends always tell me I have two left feet.”

lawclad: @fransciscoramon is patient! ( I’M SORRY! ) She walks in, foot falls DEMANDING attention.Unlike their prior meetings, a smile graces herlips. It’s tinted with light smugness but it’s therenonetheless. ❛ Let me guess. I’m forgettable? ❜ The sarcasm is HEAVY. She knew she was anythingbut, and she’d bet anything she was right. Cisco turns towards theContinue reading

“Shut the fuck up a pikachu onesie does so suit me.” (Because drunk Caitlin yes)

doctorcaitlinfrost: lovestoostrong: Drunk Starters || Accepting “Okay, Cait. Whatever you say.” Cisco giggled, putting a hand on his friend’s elbow to help guide her way. “Let’s get you home, hmm? Maybe we can have a movie night and wear our onesies sometime.”  “I don’t want to go home I want to be here with you all.”Continue reading ““Shut the fuck up a pikachu onesie does so suit me.” (Because drunk Caitlin yes)”

nevaramon: fransciscoramon: “Good song, don’t you think?” Cisco asked, looking over his glass at the woman. “What gave it away?” She teased, not stopping her dancing but slowing down a bit. “Oh, nothing.” Cisco laughed, setting his drink down. “What brings you to a bar on a Tuesday evening?”

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