you’re posting this gif and saying, iris is written so helplessly, so passive, such a damsel, but i look at this gif and all i see is
IRIS: baby get down you’re too tall, they can see you towering over everyone
BARRY: baby let me wrap my arm around you, you’re so delicate, i want to fold you up in my cartoonish gigantic-ness
IRIS: baby get close to me so i can keep you safe nestled tenderly against me ps check out how nicely my head fits to your shoulder
BARRY: i checked it out
imagine the moment when Bart finally shows up in front of Barry and Iris trying hard not to be obvious and still all
…..so rewatching the flash second ep and when the shooter shows up when barry is with iris this happens
now maybe im mishearing her. but does she say “hold me”???
cause seriously that is awful damsel in distress writing. like ugh, i really like this show, but someone needs to fix the writing on this poor girl. you can make something comicbooky and lighthearted with out going to horrible cliche lines like that. (im just gonna cling onto Arrow and all its lovely female characters with personality outside of the “girl character”)
She’s saying “Oh my God.”
already so tired
Ah. So we’ve already got people writing OOC fanfic masquerading as meta in which Iris, who has known Barry since they were children, grew up with him, and has been stressed again and again as the person who knows him best in the world, will never TROOLY UNDERSTAAAAND HIM like Caitlin will!!1 And despite having witnessed it firsthand and already having been shown covering for and caring for him even when they were all of ten fucking years old, she also never TROOLY UNDERSTOOOOOOD what it meant to Barry to lose his mom and dad like that. Oh and p.s. Iris also never TROOOOLY UNDERSTOOOOOOD what it was like for Barry that no one believed him about his dad being innocent, except for how it’s been made pretty clear in the show and explicitly stated elsewhere that she was, in fact, the only one who believed him.
I s e e.
Those people who constantly reblog your stuff but you never really talk:
I do notice my regulars. You guys are the best.
"Regulars" makes me feel like a bar-tender…
Wiping down my dash at the end of an evening, I see your read-more, over-hear your rant in the tags, so I pour you a drink.
"…what’s troubling you, kid?"