what if i moved url and made a new blog for Ben????

                             ❝I always wanted to be a 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕠 — to use my 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕪  abilities to 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 people. That’s why I came here.❞

isjustice‌:

eyebrow quirks at the other’s confusion, and Barry immediately takes bad taste of a joke off the list of possibilities. which means he must be another earth’s version of Barry Allen … until he says his name. Ben Hargreeves. not a familiar name by any means: in fact, this is the first time he’s heard of the name, and Barry nods just as the other settles himself in the seat across from him. there’s a part of him that wonders if this is some kind of dream, or a hallucination by Grodd, but there’s a voice in his head that silences those thoughts: nothing about this feels out of place, and Barry knows that whatever is happening right now, it’s all really happening, and he isn’t quite sure whether that’s a more reassuring or terrifying thought.

❛  Barry Allen.  ❜   there’s a murmur of amusement that escapes parted lips, and Barry shakes his head.   ❛             there are way more than seven. an infinite amounts of worlds, so infinite amounts of doppelgangers.  ❜   he speaks in a nonchalant way, hand move to grab the cup of coffee he’d discarded earlier. the liquid is cold now, and the taste makes Barry’s face twist in disgust. he’s quick to regain his composure and shifts his attention to Ben, eyes narrowing slightly. he’s met his doppelgangers before, but his Earth-2 counterpart had been the complete opposite of him, and that hadn’t been as weird as this encounter now.   ❛  so what earth are you from?  ❜   curiosity seeps through his tone as he leans forward, arms folded across the table.

          ❝A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Allen.❞ He was raised to be, if anything, polite. Mild mannered at best. Taught not to question authority and to do what was told of him by the man behind the Umbrella Academy. He was... Glad to be out of that situation, to put it lightly. Most of his siblings had been out of the superhero lifestyle for years, now. Ben had gotten out at seventeen following a near death experience. Diego while not a member of the Academy was still out there as the vigilante known as the Kraken. Klaus had left. Allison was a famous movie actress. Vanya, while not part of the Academy, had left and become a world class violinist. The only one that remained, was Luther. 

          The talk about infinite worlds, infinite doppelgangers caught his attention. Back when he’d merely been number Six, he’d spoken to number Five about theories he’d read. Five was a genius to put it lightly. And Five had left shortly after the debut of the Umbrella Academy all those years ago. ❝—Well, yes. I suppose so. The theory of the multiverse is as renowned as Schrödinger’s cat. There could be infinite worlds parallel to our own. But, I’m speaking about there actually being studies of seven near identical strangers at any given time, right in our own world.❞ He rushed to reply, Barry’s question about which Earth he was from had been turning the gears in his head since he’d heard it. 

          ❝I’m assuming by your questioning about which Earth I’m from, that you’re not speaking about theoretical worlds but actual worlds. That being said, have I faded to obscurity already?❞  When he was a teenager, he and his siblings had been in magazines and news articles. The Umbrella Academy this, the Umbrella Academy that. ❝That’s honestly a relief! Odd question but, when’s your birthday...? I was sort of serious about the Parent Trap thing. We look like we could be twins.❞

me, while out and unable to access my drafts because signal sucks: I want to do my drafts now! I have MUSE.

me, as soon as I get home and look at my drafts: ... CLOSE THEM. DON’T DO THEM.

isjustice‌  —⬎

central city has been relatively quiet lately, which is both a blessing and a curse. on the one hand, quiet city means no buildings getting blown up or banks being robbed; on the other, it’s a possibility that the rogues are planning something big. of course, no word about anything suspicious has reached barry’s  ( or anyone else on the team’s )  ears, so until he gets wind of the rogues being … well, rouges, barry takes this moment of quietness to catch a breath.

it’s how he finds himself sitting at jitter’s on this afternoon. he’s secured one of the best tables in the cafe: by the corner, facing the door, where the occupants could see everyone that entered or exited the establishment; there was also a clear view of the people passing by outside. it’s, in the words of one iris west-allen, the best place to people watch. that is, of course, if you actually are watching people, which barry is currently not. 

the cup of coffee next to him sits half empty. his focus is trained on the screen in front of him, teeth sinking into bottom lip in concentration as he proofreads the article. due to his focus being on his phone, barry doesn’t see his mirror image walk into the cafe, doesn’t see the other order a coffee and then make his way towards him. the speedster has just gotten to end of the article when the voice cuts him out of his concentration. the speed in which he lifts his head is almost comical, and when he sees who is standing in front of him, his jaw drops. 

it’s like looking in a mirror: the only difference is their clothing … and the hair. nobody has hair as unruly as barry allen, and it’s a bit of an insult to realise that even his doppelganger has neater hair than he does.   ❛  is this a joke?  ❜   the question stumbles out before he can stop it, and he quickly shakes his head.  ❛  i mean … who are you?  ❜

          The reaction that came from the other man began to turn gears. It was clear from the way his mouth hung open that he hadn’t noticed him as he had entered the cafe nor, as he had ordered his drink. He’d stood by one of the longer tables until the barista had delivered the cup to him before he’d approached his look-alike. And even throughout that time, he hadn’t been seen, judging by his dumbfounded expression. 

          The way the other man asks if it’s a joke has his eyebrows furrowed together for a moment. That certainly wasn’t the reaction that Ben had expected and he opened his mouth for just a second before he closed it again. 

          ❝Excuse me?❞ He replied with a raised brow before he shook his head slowly. ❝I’m not sure what type of joke this could possibly be.❞ He stated and made a gesture as if asking if he could sit down. He did without waiting for a response. The other man recovered well enough that he was less taken aback and he gave an amused look. Well, it seemed like the Umbrella Academy fame had faded at least.

          ❝My name is Ben Hargreeves. I couldn’t help but notice the... Resemblance between ourselves,❞ he began. ❝That’s putting it lightly, at that. They say that there are seven people in the world that look just like you... That being said, it looks almost like a Parent Trap situation.❞ He joked, an uncomfortable tone to his voice.

                             ❝I always wanted to be a 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕠 — to use my 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕪  abilities to 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 people. That’s why I came here.❞

                             ❝I always wanted to be a 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕠 — to use my 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕪  abilities to 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 people. That’s why I came here.❞

                             ❝I always wanted to be a 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕠 — to use my 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕪  abilities to 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 people. That’s why I came here.❞

Second pic just in hopes of not making one massive photo post. @oliverqxeen made Geralt so. Time to move cintranlioncub off of a sideblog and actually make Ciri.

the year is 2067. an elderly woman sits in a hover-rocker at the local care home. she’s nodding off to sleep when a voice says, “hey, i like your shoelaces.” the woman opens her eyes, confused. shoelaces? shoes stopped having laces decades ago. she stares at the grey haired lady in front of her for a long quizzical minute before it hits her. a large, dentured smile spreads across her face and she replies:

“thanks. i stole them from the president.”

Reblog this if you think everyone deserves to be happy.

speaksghost‌  —⬎

        “Don’t you have a book or something?” a long, drawn out sigh. “That you could be reading instead of staring?”  // @goodpeopledie​

          ❝—No! You haven’t heard a single word I’ve said, Klaus!❞ He stares for a moment before he runs a hand over his face and groans. 

Happy new year, everyone. Meant to post earlier. I’m still playing catch up on the Flash. I’m nearly through season four. I think I’m on episode 22 of season 4. I’m probably not going to be posting a whole lot until I’m caught up. I still owe a starter, and a few drafts. I’ll try to get those out when I take a break from my netflix binge.

@isjustice​ You’re kidding yourself if you don’t think I’d tag you here too. 

This is a result of the GV.

please don't use "epilepsy" or "epilepsy tw" as trigger tags for things that could induce epileptic seizures. there is a community on here for epileptics and resources that are under that tag. it's extremely dangerous because myself and others go through the tag looking for resources or posts about epilepsy, and should one of us come across a dangerous post and have a seizure, one's life could be in danger.

instead of "epilepsy", tag what exactly could induce a seizure: flashing/strobe lights, fast moving images, flickering, lightning, etc. that is what needs to be filtered for us, not epilepsy itself.

The gv is wild. I loved lurking and watching this round. I’m pumped for the next round.

*likes your post not because i understand it but because i love you*