#cwtv

[chiefnooniensingh]

Ace, we can’t...

NANCY DREW and ACE in ‘The Dilemma of the Lovers Curse‘

#nancydrewedit #ndedit #naceedit #nancy drew #ace nd #nace #huge thanks to #bisexualalienss #for the colouring advice #tvedit #tvandfilm #filmtv #tvfilmcentral #tvfilmdailty #cwtv

[hurricanejane]

I love that Barry always wears black when he's working with Leonard. Trying to emulate him? Placate him? Impress him? Either way I love it.

#coldflash #leonard snart #barry allen #cwtv

[sapphiccharacterstournament]

Canon Sapphic Characters Tournament Round One (Bracket 7)

#nora west allen #the flash #jessica parker kennedy #cwtv #arrowverse #the flash cw #rory morningstar #lucifer #lucifer netflix #dc tv shows #brianna hildebrand #canon sapphic characters tournament #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr poll #fandom polls #wlw #sapphic #lesbian #bisexual

[deafeningnightcollection-things]

Dumbass Sci-Fi Crew

Similarities between the Legends of Tomorrow and the Torchwood Crew

Chaotic Immortal Leader with half a braincell

Their far more sensible partner (who looks great in a suit)

The bisexual computer hacker freed from a shady government

The twat

#torchwood bbc #torchwood #dc's legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow #cwtv #cw #dc tv #dctvu #captain jack harkness #Sara lance #ianto jones #ava sharpe #toshiko sato #zari tarazi #Owen harper #John constantine

[missindependentworld]

Spotted, S & B. You know you miss me

Xoxo- Gossip Girl

#gossip girl #cwtv #blair waldorf #serena #gossipgirl #blake lively #leighton meester #y2k #girly stuff

[flyingpotstickers]

Anyone ship Kate Kane with Kara Zor-El? I'm trying to write a fic and could use a good sounding board.

#superbat #kara danvers #kara zor el #kate kane #batwoman #cwtv #fic #fanfic #supergirl fic #supergirl #batwoman fic

[rhoconfidential]

CW cancelled Stargirl, Netflix cancelled Baby-sitters Club, why does the tv industry hate women

#stargirl #the babysitters club #dc’s stargirl #netflix #cwtv

[brewdarrymore]

i just watched the finale. i’m unwell. my thoughts are incoherent. but i’m just thinking that i’ve devoted 10 years of my life to this show and now it’s just over. things end. i hate that things end. but i’ve already started going back and rewatching so it will never end. it goes on forever. time is a circle. i’m emotional i can’t get my head straight here are my scattered stream of consciousness thoughts i wrote down while watching

i need to lay in bed and sit with the weight of my emotions for several hours. i’m gonna spend the entire summer rewatching and reliving and re-loving the flash.

#how am i supposed to describe how it feels to have something you’ve spent a decade of your life on just over #i want to scream at the sky and cry for hours #the flash #cwtv #dctv #arrowverse #westallen #cw the flash #barry allen #iris west allen

[moriavis]

For kiss prompts:

Memir/Bele, "I need you now" kisses

Mick/Len, "maybe in another life" kisses

❤️💋

Here you go, bb! Memir/Bele kisses ahoy! (none of this is beta'ed, btw)

~*~

Bele's heart was thrumming in his chest like it wanted to escape out of his throat. Despite the rush of adrenaline and anxiety, he'd thought he'd been holding himself together pretty well… at least until Pan— Pan— pulled him aside and asked if he was okay, her eyes straight ahead and fixed on the dagger on his hip.

"I'm fine," Bele said, embarrassed and oddly touched; his feelings had to be written all over his face if Panacorin was trying to comfort him. He looked toward Memir, searching for him on instinct even though he knew for a fact that Memir hadn't quite yet moved from the table where they'd been having their meals. 

Quarie caught his attention first, less because of his Fey beauty, the curtain of his shining dark hair and the net of sapphires woven between the strands, and more because he was reaching out and brushing a strand of Memir's hair away from Memir's jaw.

The season of his soul turned into burning summer, and he stalked toward the table, reaching out for Memir's hand and squeezing. Memir turned his attention to Bele immediately, his cheeks flushing into a dusky bronze— it made Bele catch his breath, how beautiful Memir was, even as satisfaction burned through him with the way Memir had immediately ignored their host.

"Borrowing my husband," Bele said bluntly, and Memir rose from his seat without a pause, his tail quivering slightly before it curled around his leg. A distant part of Bele was disappointed that Memir was tucking his tail away, but the rest of him didn't care as he turned on his heel and dragged Memir to the quarters they'd so generously been offered.

The door was barely shut before Bele hefted Memir into his arms, clenching his fingers into a fist at the small of Memir's back and clutching at the loose fabric he found there like a lifeline. Memir was already leaning in to kiss him when Bele raised his face, and Bele lost track of time as he pressed Memir against the door and ravaged his husband's mouth. 

There was only the fierce press of Memir's lips, the heat of his tongue. Memir dug his fingers into Bele's braids, legs tight around Bele's waist, his tail curling around one of Bele's arms. They chased each other's breath, and Bele nipped Memir's bottom lip, tearing his attention from Memir's mouth to bite a trail of marks that flushed bronze, so pretty that Bele had to start over again and suck Memir's skin to a delicious copper tone, Memir's pulse fluttering wildly against the suction of Bele's mouth.

"Jealous?" Memir managed to push the word out as if he were surprised, and knowing that Memir had used their rings to peek into Bele's feelings twisted him in a strange way, relief and love combating with his possessive hunger.

He managed to nod, catching at the skin just above Memir's collarbone. "Didn't like the way he looked at you. You're mine. Gonna make sure he knows, make you scream."

Memir laughed at that. "You always do," he murmured,  and he used Bele's braids like reins, guiding him toward their bed.

There was an inkling, a tease of an idea, that maybe Memir had let Quarie flirt with him on purpose, but Bele was okay with that. He loved giving Memir exactly what he wanted.

~*~

Next, we have Mick/Len in another life kisses, woooo!

~*~

Mick was going to die, which was a weird thought that bounced around in his head. He'd been alive for centuries with the Time Pigs, so thinking about death now was almost a relief. He'd go out stopping Haircut from filling out this last ditch attempt to keep the time stream leashed— not a bad way to go at all.

Only thing he had left to do was make Leonard leave with the rest of them. 

Problem was, Leonard was still standing there, with that thoughtful, calculating look that always used to drive Mick crazy.

"Pretty boy said I gotta hold this stick for the ship to blow," Mick said, shouting over the noise of the battle around them. "So I'm holding this stick. Now leave!"

Something in Leonard's eyes softened, and he raised his hand, curling it around the nape of Mick's neck. "My old friend, please forgive me."

Mick frowned, torn between keeping his attention on the self-destruct mechanism and desperately wanting to have just one more look at Leonard. "For what?"

Leonard turned Mick's face toward him and leaned in  to kiss Mick so gently, so sweetly that Mick knew without a doubt that he had to be hallucinating. 

This was supposed to be the one secret Leonard pretended to let him keep.

Leonard pulled away, searching Mick's face with his eyes, and he pulled Mick in, pressing Mick's face against the fur of his collar. Mick's eyes stung, and he hid in the softness of Leonard's jacket, taking a breath of Leonard's sandalwood scent. Just one second. Just one more, and he'd make Leonard leave.

The cold gun cracked against the back of Mick's head, and everything went black.

~*~

#my fic #dnd fic #bele/memir #coldwave #cwtv

[oficytheft]

Unsurprisingly, I'm back on my cold wave bullshit guys 😂

#DCColdWave #ColdWave #cwtv #cw tv #dcw #dcwtv #dcw tv #dctv #dc tv #the flash #legends of tomorrow #Leonard Snart #Len Snart #Mick Rory #Captain Cold #Heatwave

[mat2modblog]

Yea, jee thanks for reminding me Young Justice got canned again while The Flash is one of the few DC shows that wasn’t.

#cw the flash #the flash #bart allen #bart west allen #nora west allen #dc impulse #young justice #DC comics #cw dc #dc cw #dc cw universe #the cw #cwtv #arrowverse

[krujuice]

#arrow #arrowverse #Cwtv #dc comics #green arrow

[vixendoesstuff]

Have y’all read this CWTV DC fanfic “To Hell And Back?” It’s hella engaging, and it’s fairly recent (if you count recent as in about 6 months ago).

So the premise is basically Oliver Queen, Barry Allen, Kara Zor-El and Kal-El got stranded on Lian Yu together (it’s not just Oliver), some angst happened, then they got recruited into the League of Assassins so they have little to no hesitation on murder, and they just—different from their OG counterparts, both the show and the comics.

Without spoiling anything, it takes the events of canon (from all of their respective shows; Arrow, The Flash and Supergirl respectively) and twist them to fit the narrative, and hell yeah it is good. Just—if you’re somewhat familiar with the shows, I highly recommend this fanfic to read on your leisure, it is *chefs kiss* awesome.

#seriously go read it #it currently has 141 chapters #intimidating but the last update is back in april so you have plenty of time #it brings light to certain things not explored in canon #and it is hella good #10/10 recommend #barry allen #oliver queen #kara zor el #kal el #cwtv #arrowverse

[stargirll23]

Loving The Beast (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/356476619-loving-the-beast?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=camilyaaa12&wp_originator=KCkYxxl9OQu%2FQyKIlPht2z%2B1YvhWwtu9dPpRbi2qiN9Ihk4Lrj7n0QC8hcqqcrUMhs2btulxGkFsus0VUlrCHE0kUOf1OpfwO09SdV4%2Fo52BIkslALQZHj1o1BoW%2FRhI one day a woman is stranded on the streets of Chicago .She just got kicked out of her abusive boyfriends house and is all alone on the verge of death but is saved by a man ,not just any man but a Dangerous Beast.

#beast #beautyandthebeast #bullshit #crying #cwtv #happyending #loveanddeath #werewolffanfiction #wild #books #wattpad #amwriting

[jahmeelahlamb]

Lockers (Super Natural spinoff)

A tale of ghost stories based on true life events played by actors.

#jahmeelah jahmeelah #rihanna #wale #super natural #jared padalecki #jenson ackles #the winchesters #cwtv #cwtv.com

[morallygreysimp]

THE FLASH…II

CHAPTER FOUR: SERENDIPITY

Joe carefully lowered the handle, praying that the door wouldn't make a sound. It did, but the man that was currently clinging to his son's hand in a desperate attempt to believe that he was still there remained still. The older man lingered on the threshold, doubting his decision. Was he really doing this? Was it the right thing? What was he going to say anyway? The situation did not leave room for a threat, let alone an overprotective father speech to his son's boyfriend? Friend? Colleague? Joe didn't even know in which way he had to approach the man, he certainly didn't know how to address him. However in that moment Oliver Queen looked anything but a man. Boy was a more appropriate term. Scared, no terrified boy. Joe didn't move, he stood still on the doorstep as he meticulously observed the scene in front of his eyes. It was something he never thought he would ever witness. Something that never even crossed his mind. Another thing that never crossed his mind and he never thought he would see was Oliver Queen crying. But he wasn't crying, he was full sobbing. He wasn't when Joe opened the door. But as he stared at him he notice his laborious breaths, his whimpers. Then something inside the boy broke. As if he had finally comprehended the circumstance they where in, he collapsed. Broke down. Disintegrated right in front of the detective's eyes.

Oliver had heard the door. Of course he did. John had called it hyperawareness. Felicity had called it anxiety. Thea had just called him weird. Maybe he was. But it was helpful. Oliver also knew why the detective was there. He was about to receive a stereotypical overprotective father speech. Sure he expected it. They weren't going to keep it a secret forever, despite his desire to. There was something uniquely beautiful into keeping what they had hidden from the world. It was just theirs. Just like the stolen kisses in the corner of the foundry, when no one was around. Just like the movie night's cuddles on the couch, while forgotten beer bottles laid on the coffee table. Just like those blissful nights spent in each other's arms, sweaty bodies colliding against one another as they whispered and moaned in the other's ear. It was something pure, simply wonderful. But as wonderful as it was, Barry wasn't completely happy, this secret was eating him. Oliver knew, of course. And he couldn't live his life with the knowledge that his Barry was not entirely happy. How could he? So he accepted to tell everyone, and surprisingly he was alright with it. He found himself ready and thrilled to yell from the highest building he could find that Bartholomew Henry Allen was his. His and only his.

However what Oliver found himself to not know was why the detective was standing there, not moving forward or back. He just stood there. Motionless. Oliver's mind tried to understand, but it kept wandering off to the image of his lover barely looking alive on that bed. His Barry a few feet away from death. The greatest thing that had ever happened to him almost gone because of a psychotic monster. So he let go. He collapsed. He broke down. He disintegrated right in front of the detective's eyes.

Joe to a step forward. Then another. And another one. He found himself doing something he never thought he would do. He hugged the boy. Because that's what he was. A broken boy forced to witness such tragedy. Joe didn't care if Oliver was a friend or a colleague or a boyfriend. He cared that he loved his son. And he did. Every sob, every whimper, every tear Oliver was sharing held an enormous amount of love. A kind of love Joe had never seen. Never felt. It was different. It was unique. It was beautiful. And Joe felt ashamed to have thought of that. How could he describe the pain the man, no the boy he was holding as beautiful? But it was. Oliver's cry hid a kind of passion, a kind of adoration, a kind of complete devotion that in that moment of total desperation created something so undesirably beautiful.

They didn't say anything. Oliver cried. Joe held him. For only god knows how long. Not a single word was shared between the two of them. Oliver didn't pronounce a syllable through his cries. Joe did not dare to speak. How could he? There wasn't a single word in English that could describe his feelings, or the situation, let alone a word that could comfort the boy. He was absolutely sure that throughout the world there wasn't a single language which's words could comfort Oliver Queen. So they sat there, Oliver lowered over Barry's body, hand locked into his lover's as he howled in pain, his heart shattering over and over again; Joe immobile, arm firmly around the younger man's shoulder, as he stared down at his son, listening to the suffering of the man he was holding. No one dared to come in. No one dared to interrupt. So they sat there.

As his cries burned his lungs, Oliver understood something. Something he never thought he would have ever understand.

"Find your serendipity, Oliver"

Slade Wilson had said to him. It was random. Completely out of the blue. Oliver would have laughed if his voice wasn't so serious. It send a chill down his spine.

"And that would be?"

Was his answer. A failed attempt to sound humorous. It came out as cocky.

"Serendipity is the realisation of having found something good, something amazing, something extraordinary without looking for it"

Slade's voice was a whisper. As if he was talking to the wind.

" I'm supposed to find something without looking for it. Very helpful advice, man."

Again, cocky.

"Let yourself find your serendipity. Let something, let someone become your serendipity "

He did. Let someone become his serendipity. He didn't do it on purpose. It just happened.

"Oh come on! It is absolutely impossible you have never ever, not even once in your life watched Princess Diary! Or legally blonde! This is a crime Oliver Queen, a crime! That's it you and I are having a movie catch up night every week! How can I love someone who has never even heard of Princess Diary!"

His voice was divine nectar. Lifeblood. An angel's song. He smiled. He smiled so widely and for so long his cheeks hurt. And he hoped they would hurt that way for the rest of his life. He wanted him to babble about how uncultured he was for eternity. He wanted him for eternity. Forever felt way to short. How was he going to let him know about all the love and admiration and passion and adoration he felt for him in such little time? It was then that he knew. It was in that instant, while Barry rambled on and on about Oliver's ignorance of pop culture that he knew. He had found his something to feel so lucky about. His eternity. His serendipity.

#oliver x barry #barry x oliver #barry allen #oliver queen #slade wilson #the green arrow #the flash #dc comics #cwtv #nora allen #nora #original child character #original character #cisco ramon #caitlin snow #iris west #jay garrick #joe west