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the captain of cold
Headcanons. ❄ Faceclaim. ❄ Prose. Angie. ❄ The Former Wife. ❄ Al. Faceclaim: Daniel Craig ❄ DCU Leonard Snart/Captain Cold. ❄ DCnU Powers/uniform. Pre-Blackest Night/Brightest day. M!A: None currently. |
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Absolutely nothing move along we have nothing to see here
You’ve been actin’ weird as shit around me for a couple months now, and somethin’s telling me that whatever that is might be the reason.
Now, what is it?
He doesn’t like rushing into things, dude. Give it time.
Being on speaking terms with me isn’t rushing into things. Fuck’s sake, any time in the months since I had coffee with him, if I ever even attempt to speak with him, he acts like ‘m goin’ to gut him or some shit.
Lucille Ball is, much to my eternal sadness, too dead to ever be completely considered mine.
If you’re wondering about Hart though he seems indifferent? He’s even working over in the ice cream side.
Cute.
Indifferent is better than nothing, I guess. Most likely the best I’ll ever get in approval on that front.
Man we made a post about it and everything.
Seems to be. I ran a final blind taste test the night before and got no complaints, have yet to have one so far.
Seems your stuff works just fine
I haven’t exactly been functioning lately, but I’ll take your word for it regardless.
Good. And your redhead still isn’t ruffled about this arrangement?
Well I mean, day before holiday
new addition to store opened
nicest day we’ve had in awhile
So - we opened the ice cream shop, then?
Everything running smoothly?
You never had sassy complaining conversation before?
I’m stuck here for another hour, dude. Converse away
Not lately.

Busy enough today that your people need the boss to help?
You try listening to soon to be doghoused and couched husbands tell you that same joke three hundred times a day, try and not get sassy about it.
You’d think they’d find new jokes after awhile, but nooo they keep getting worse.
I miss throwing pies at people

I understand that, but I wasn’t jokin’ about shit, just tryin’ to make conversation, is all.
I’ll leave you be.
Don’t poke holes in my general public complaining
‘Sides, they wanted like- live things you can throw in flower vases and pretend you’re not a horrible son slash daughter slash other for a few days.
Maybe my next bored venture should be to run a chain of Hallmarks and then kill myself
Well, Mother’s Day is tomorrow. Might have something to do with it.
Still angry, even if you lodge your own boot up there
And I don’t expect you to forgive me for it, regardless.
Not your idea doesn’t stop you from going ahead and telling someone about that.
Friend code or not, dude. Shit move
And you think ‘m not still kicking m’self about it?