#joe west

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but you haven't. guess I was too slow.

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posting another draft :P also i wish they would have shown the aftermath of the lightning. like who found him, especially if joe was the one to run upstairs first when he heard the loud noise that came from his lab.

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[candicepattonsdaily]

posted by jesse l martin on ig:

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“FLASH FAM”

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Athiey Deng , Duot Ajang , Goy Michel, Joe West , Nyalit Lual and Osman Ceesay by Petros Kouiouris for Numero Switzerland Magazine March 2024

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Genuinely so obsessed with this concept that Barry and Snart are totally playing up their Only Working Together Out Of Necessity/Getting Something Out Of It thing when Joe is around, so that he can continue being in denial that his son is in love with that felon

And it works, for Joe, he's denying like his life depends on it and eating that cover story UP

But everyone else just suffers, seeing that this itself has turned into even more elaborate flirting

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Something that slides its way into my brain unannounced at least twice a week is Barry’s little head tilt in Going Rogue

You know, the part where he points out Len’s mugshot and Joe gets a face like he’s sucking a lemon. Barry says the name Leonard is almost as bad as Bartholomew, to which Joe responds “Snart ain’t sexy, either”

AND BARRY TILTS HIS HEAD WITH A LIL BROW QUIRK AND A SMILE AS IF TO SAY

“I dunno, I kinda like it…”

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BREAKING NEWS

happy flash day, I'm a little nerd <3

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wally west fanart in honor of the absolute flash comic coming out in march!!!!!!!! i just love mullet wally

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the flash text posts pt. 6

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Joe, about Oliver: Don’t get too close to him. He’s dangerous.

Barry: But he’s nice!

Joe, making a strangled noise: Nice? He’s a criminal. A murderer.

Barry: That’s in the past.

Joe: He tortured a man yesterday.

Barry: Technically, yesterday is in the past.

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Joe West

Physique: Husky Build Height: 6′1″

Joseph Henry West (born October 31, 1952), nicknamed "Cowboy Joe" or "Country Joe", is an American former baseball umpire. He worked in Major League Baseball (MLB) from 1976 to 2021, umpiring an MLB-record 43 seasons and 5,460 games. He served as crew chief for the 2005 World Series and officiated in the 2009 World Baseball Classic. On May 25, 2021, West broke Bill Klem's all-time record by umpiring his 5,376th game.

He’s the most polarizing man on the Hall of Fame ballot. Fans have been screaming at him for 44 years, managers and players cursing him, and he has a personality bigger than virtually every player who steps onto the field. All I have to say about this this guy is… DAT ASS.

Born in Asheville, North Carolina, he grew up in Greenville and played football at East Carolina University (ECU) and Elon College. West entered the National League (NL) as an umpire in 1976; he joined the NL staff full-time in 1978.

West has been married twice. After the death of his first wife, West remarried.

Career Highlights and Awards Special Assignments All-Star Game (1987, 2005, 2017) Wild Card Game (2013, 2014, 2020, 2021) Division Series (1995, 2002, 2005, 2008, 2009, 2011, 2012, 2016) League Championship Series (1981, 1986, 1988, 1993, 1996, 2003, 2004, 2013, 2014, 2018) World Series (1992, 1997, 2005, 2009, 2012, 2016) World Baseball Classic (2009) MLB record 43 seasons umpired MLB record 5,460 games umpired

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Chronal Decay

Chapter 2

Warnings: Hartley being Hartley

Chapter 1: link

Barry hated that Eobard had been right.

Flashpoint had resulted in disaster. Wally, a speedster but nearly dead. Joe, an alcoholic on the brink of losing his job. Cisco, a wealthy tech mogul and a certifiable dick. Caitlin, a pediatric ophthalmologist? And worse, Barry had begun forgetting all of them the way they were before, just as Eobard had warned he would. His parents were alive but...at the cost of everything else.

So, he went back. And broke things further.

Cisco's brother, Dante, was dead and apparently Barry just...hadn't been there for him though he couldn't fathom why. His new (well, not new apparently, but new to him) coworker, Julian, was an asshole who apparently hated Barry as much as Barry hated him. Iris and Joe weren't on speaking terms for some reason he had yet to figure out. God, it was all a mess.

So, he went back. Again.

Jay tried to stop him, had sat him down at a diner on his Earth to explain that he could never put things back the way they were before - the timeline would never be fixed, could never be fixed, not really. But nothing anyone could have said would change his mind. He was just saving Dante - that's it. Cisco deserved that and, anyway, it was only a few months. How much could possibly change?

Everything, apparently.

When Barry entered the Cortex, he wasn't sure what to expect, if he was honest. Everything seemed...normal? Cisco was explaining something to Joe that Joe clearly wasn't following. Iris wasn't present but he hoped that wasn't because Joe was. Caitlin was in the medbay. Hartley was-

Hartley?

Before he could process Hartley's presence, he was interrupted by a boisterous man who looked like Harry but probably was not striding through the doors behind him, a tray of Jitters cups in his hands.

"Sumptuous day!" Definitely not Harry. "Oh, wait- no, on this Earth, I believe you say..."

"Good morning." Cisco supplied with a mildly amused look.

"Good morning!" Not-Harry echoed with a wide grin. "And it is, isn't it? I took the liberty of reading through your ledgers last night. A lot of information to absorb, but let's see how I did."

The man approached him first. "For you, my fleet-of-foot friend...you'd best stick to decaf." He handed it over with a theatrical wink.

Barry forced a laugh as he took the cup. "Probably for the best, yeah."

Not-Harry spun on his heel. "San Francisco!" To Barry's horror, the man put on an obnoxiously terrible French accent. "I have prepared for you a French roast with a touch of creamer."

Cisco grinned in amusement, taking the cup. "Thank you."

"You're welcome!"

Barry wondered if he was always so cheerful as the man glided across the room, handing Joe a cup.

"Detective West. A grounded man. One sugar, no cream. Classic."

Joe chuckled. "Appreciate that."

"Now Caitlin!" Not-Harry twirled theatrically, nearly spilling a cup but recovering it just in time. "White mocha, iced, plenty of whipped cream for our dear doctor with an extra shot of espresso for those sleepless nights of late."

Barry wondered what sleepless nights Caitlin had been having as she took the cup with a tired smile.

"Thanks, HR," she said. Barry wasn't sure if that was the man's name or not.

"And last but never least," he called, walking toward Caitlin's desk where Hartley was seated, typing away at a laptop, "for the maestro of multitasking himself - Hart-and-Soul! Soy cappuccino, half-sweet, dash of cinnamon. Because you, my friend, are a symphony of spice and subtlety."

Hartley met HR's eyes finally, a blank look on his features. Barry held his breath as Hartley took the cup.

Without looking away, without a word, slowly, deliberately Hartley dropped the entire cup into the trash beside him. The paper hit with a soft, wet thunk.

Steam curled faintly upward.

Hartley turned back to his work.

Silence.

"Well!" HR said brightly, voice only cracking a little. "Not a coffee guy, after all. Message received!" He chuckled awkwardly, turning back to the more friendly faces in the Cortex. "Did you know, on my Earth, coffee crop was wiped out by blight? I mean, that's one more reason to stay on this Earth, for the coffee alone."

Hartley rolled his eyes and snapped his laptop shut audibly. "If you stay." He commented, picking up his laptop and brushing roughly past HR to leave the Cortex.

"Hartley-" Caitlin called but Hartley interrupted her without turning back or stopping.

"I'm not going far. Unfortunately."

Caitlin sighed and exchanged a look with Cisco.

"He's going to your workshop," she said at the same time as Cisco said, "he's going to my workshop." with a sort of tired, indignant exasperation.

Barry wasn't sure why, but he followed.

"Hartley!"

Hartley didn't stop or even slow, as though he hadn't heard Barry at all. Barry persisted, following him until he arrived in the workshop and abruptly turned to face Barry, surveying him critically. Barry felt briefly that Hartley could see straight through him.

After several moments, Hartley spoke.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, eyes narrowing before bluntly adding, "I tried to kill you."

Barry tried not to look startled by the proclamation. "I-"

"You don't remember that, do you? Just like you didn't remember HR. Just like you don't remember that I loathe you." Hartley scoffed, continuing further into the room to set up his laptop on a workbench. "We're not friends, Flash. I'm not interested in rekindling whatever camaraderie you remember us having before you fucked everyone over."

Barry tried not to flinch at the harsh rebuff.

"I don't-" Barry hedged but Hartley interrupted.

"Don't insult my intelligence, Allen. You changed the timeline. I may have no idea what exactly you changed for me but I'm certain my circumstances can't have been worse." Hartley turned, sitting on the nearest stool and opening his laptop again. 

Barry wasn't sure what to say. He couldn't defend himself, Hartley was right. He had fucked everyone over. He fidgeted in place, rubbing his palms together as he tried to come up with a passable explanation.

"I...look, Hartley-"

"Save it. You're going to need to work on your acting skills before I'll consider accepting an apology. I doubt you even know what you'd be apologizing for," Hartley said flatly, staring Barry down through his glasses.

Barry blinked, opened his mouth, and then closed it again, throat locked tight around the words. Hartley returned his attention to his work, waving his hand as though swatting away a fly.

"Shoo, Flash."

Barry didn't know what else to do, so he left.

[june-rambles]

barry's bday is on 3/14 and his mom's death was on 3/18. do you think joe and iris tried to throw him birthday parties but it was so close to the anniversary of his mom's death he was too sad to ever enjoy them.