I took the time to research another Doctor POT’s personal life. Social media is a powerful tool, you can see a man’s work, family, accomplishments and problems. In all of his pictures, he is either at work or with his family but never a picture alone with his wife.
There is a divide between the family and his success. He does everything for everyone but it seems like something had to be sacrificed along the way. I’m saying this because, I read his comment under his wife’s picture and it said “lover of family” since he has been texting me he has referred to me as “his lover to be.”
TL;DR: An artist traced (!) my cosplay photo without permission, gave me
zero credits, sold the prints at a con and denied she’s ever seen my
First, both of us, the cosplayer and the photographer,
want to say that it would never have come to this if the artist would
have immediately apologized to us in person, instead of being extremely
rude to us and letting things escalate. A simple sorry and taking down
the prints would’ve sufficed.
In the beginning of January, being
hyped with the new SU episodes, I immediately fell in love with Blue
Diamond and cosplayed her. Two months ago, a friend let me know that an
artist she saw drew a fanart based on my photo. I was extremely
flattered and happy, but also kinda sad the artist gave me zero credits.
Us cosplayers and photographers work really hard to get a nice result,
and everyone is happy when their photo serves as an inspiration for
another artwork. I wrote a letter to her stating that I love her art,
but I’d like her to credit me as a source of inspiration (adding the
For two months, there was silence. I tried it again a few weeks ago, but again, no response. Okay, what can you do…
weekend we had a big con in Germany with a huge artist alley and both
of us, the photographer and the cosplayer, attended. Suddenly, a friend
came to us and said that there’s a girl selling this exact drawing. We
were puzzled and decided to go to her booth and look at it ourselves.
Director - Mike Nichols, Cinematography - Stephen Goldblatt
“It’s a lie. It’s a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and… all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it’s beautiful ‘cause that’s what they wanna see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone… But the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so… the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie.” Alice
It’s a lie. It’s a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully,
and… all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it’s beautiful
‘cause that’s what they wanna see. But the people in the photos are
sad, and alone… But the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so…
the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a
big fat lie.
a/n: You all have been so patient and I know I’m a bit late (4 months late soz about that). Every single one of you have been so amazing with the support of this, and it blows my mind every time I get a notification that TiC got another note. And when I posted earlier today that I was posting it, I absolutely loved the response I got in my inbox. It made my heart incredibly happy and with each message that came in, not gonna lie, i teared up a bit. You all have been so lovely and good sports (especially when i posted that fake TiC2 WHAT A TIME). So from the bottom of my heart, thank you for all the support. I have met some of the most incredible people through TiC and I cherish every single one of you. I feel so emotional posting this, but you all finally deserve the second part to probably the most angsty piece I have ever written (and will ever write omg). So, please enjoy the second and final installment to Trouble in Canada :)
THANK YA TO MY LOVELY @whitechocolateperfection for reading over this and giving me confidence :) you’re the best and i love you a whole lot
Those four words held a weight so heavy that you lost your grip on your tea. Your mug dropped to the floor, shattering in pieces and tea spilling all over the hardwood floor. You immediately went to pick up the broken pieces. On your knees, you picked up the shards of glass as Shawn was stood in the same exact position; not moving a single bone in his body to help you.
Collecting all the tiny shards in your hand you swiftly moved past Shawn to go throw the pieces out in the kitchen. You opened the trash bin, and right as you were about to throw out the broken mug, Shawn’s voice interrupted your movements, “Is that the mug I got you? The one from our first Valentine’s day together?”
“It’s a lie. It’s a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it’s beautiful ‘cause that’s what they wanna see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone. But the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie.”
nefelibata : (noun) lit. “cloud-walker”; the one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams
The story of Icarus tells of a naive being who loved the sun and flew too close, leading to his untimely descent into the ocean. But what the tale didn’t speak of was how the sun and the moon fell in love with him, too. And with the pull of the tides due to the attraction of the sun and the moon, he tosses and turns, torn between two entities.
So if Kim Taehyung embodies the sun, then Jeon Jungkook is the moon.
And you are Icarus.
In a realm of pointless
illusions and shadows of reality, dreams are not something you tend to dwell
over. Some say it is within dreams where your selfish desires, wants, hopes,
and subconscious manifest into a tentative form. As a lucid dreamer, you
absolutely enjoy delving into illusions of roaming the boisterous halls of
Hogwarts or taking flight into the air as you stretch your fingers out and
almost touch the second star to the right.
You never actively try
to find the hidden meanings behind the imagined moments that play beneath your
eyelids and find purchase within the secret crevices within your mind. There
simply is no point in doing so when they are not seen as an escape from reality
because you are more than satisfied, daresay happy even, with the way your life
You found happiness
within a circle of trustworthy and wonderful friends, a stable and amazing job
that you actually do not dread going to in the morning, a beautiful and
spacious apartment, and to top it off, a very cute and lovable dog named
Soonshim whom you are a proud parent of with your boyfriend. More so, after
all, you know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is
finally better than your dreams. And you are completely head over heels for
a certain Kim Taehyung.
But then you find
yourself slipping between the stratums of real and make-believe, existence and
reverie, day and night under the guise of slumber and fantasies, thrown
headfirst into an entirely new life that leaves you confused and chasing after
something—or rather, someone—who is more than just silly daydreams and
This boy likes long passionate kissing let me tell you
That also means making out
Hands on your waist that slowly move to your upper back, then to your cheeks
Loves it when you play with his hair, and run your nails across the nape of his neck
His hand sneaks under your shirt and he rubs small circles with his thumb on your hip
His lips move slow, sensual
Bites your lower lip from time to time
Like wow I know jihoon acts super cute the majority of the time but with his gf he would try to be more manly, sexy even
But he will just turn tomato red after kissing you at either situation
Because he would never accustom to the feeling of your lips on his
Loves to remind you your lips are his favorite thing
Buys you all kinds of flavored lip balm “for you” to try
Likes it when you use them and ask him which one he likes better
Because that means more kisses
And he is up for that any time you want
His kisses are shy
This boy right here is so insecure about kissing
He thinks he doesn’t know how to do it properly because he hasn’t have many experience
Too shy to initiate anything that involves his lips getting near yours.
But that doesn’t stop him from loving kissing your forehead and temples
Watching him squirm every time your face gets too close to his makes you laugh
But you are aware that he does want to kiss you because of the way he always looks at your lips and simultaneously licks his
Probably the type to practice kissing when he is alone
can you picture it tho bc i sure can
One day he just bluntly says he wants to kiss you
So you just told him to do it and waited for him to do something
He didn’t move at all
He just kept looking at you
Like that wasn’t the answer he was e x p e c t i n g
Just an “uhmm” left his lips as his eyes looked at everything but your face
You smiled at him and leaned in
As your lips touched he came back to his senses and kissed you back
Loves when you brush his hair back
After that he would ask you to kiss him all the time
Like he has been missing out a lot, you have to make up for the lost time
His kisses are just aw
Idk if you get me
Like i see him just pecking you on the lips and all the members in the background awing
Because everything would be so sweet
From the way he holds you to the way he kisses you
Definitely would have heart eyes everytime he sees you
Such a romantic
Holds your hand and plays with your fingers with a shy smile on his face
Switching from looking at your face to your hands
Thinks you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen
Leans down slowly while still smiling
Probably laughs * bc he’s a nervous mess * an inch away from your lips
When you are about to ask him why he’s laughing he just close the distance between you two
He takes his time
Slow shy lips
Always has one hand playing with one of yours
Interlocking your fingers, rubbing the back of your hand or your palm with his thumb
The other one holds your cheek
But loves it when both of your hands play with the hair in the nape of his neck and he just places his hands on your lower back
Brushes the hair out of your face after kissing you
Tries to hide his head in the crook of your neck while he hugs you
His kisses are cute and innocent
Simple as that
Loves to kiss your cheeks
Loves it even more when you kiss his
Back hugging you with his chin on your shoulder as he kisses your neck just because he knows it tickles you
And he loves your laugh and smile
Seeing you happy just makes him happy
Back to the stuff
Pecks on the lips are enough for him
But when he feels a bit confident he would let his lips linger on yours a bit longer
Or go in for a second peck
You would be just goofing around when he suddenly stops doing whatever he was doing
Says some cute compliment like how the way you look when you laugh is the prettiest you’ve ever looked
And as you blush
And he dies on the inside
He takes your cheeks on his hands
Leans in while he chews on his lip
and just before kissing you he releases the air he didn’t realize he was holding
Closes the distance between the two of you with a deep blush on his cheeks
Probably has no clue of how to deepen the kiss
But he really wants to stay with his lips locked with yours longer than a peck
You would feel his struggle when a whole 5 seconds passed and he still had his lips pressed to yours
So you tiled your head a bit and moved your lips.
His eyes would open in surprise
Like o m g this is h a p p e n i n g
But he would catch on quickly
Smiles a lot and presses many kisses all over your face when its over
His kisses are smooth
Probably learned all he knows about kissing by watching movies and series
And he actually is not bad at it
Idk he gives me the vibe that he knows how to kiss pretty well
But he is not aware of it.
Like he is super insecure but he tries not to show it by making YOU nervous and flustered
Loves to bear-hug you
Your head on his chest
His head buried in your hair
Kisses your cheek and places his head back on your shoulder
Where he says something cheesy that makes you blush
And maybe unconsciously he spoke lower than usual and his breath was tickling your neck and made you shiver
Not being sarcastic he literally didn’t knew what he was doing.
Until he felt you shiver
Thats when he became a flustered mess himself
Leans back barely to look at you
Noses touching he looks into your eyes
If you were averting his gaze he would feel kind of ashamed
“Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable”
When you finally look back at him assuring him that it was fine
He would go back to his mushy smiley self but at the same time he wouldn’t want to let you go so would go straight to to the point and ask if he could kiss you
Closes the distance between you two
Plump soft lips
Hands firm on your waist
Loves when you kiss his cheek or nose afterwards
a/n: It took me longer than expected to finish this (bc of jihoon that boy confused me a lot) but it’s finally here! If somone has an idea of what should i write next, feel free to send me or ask me anything. It will take some time (curse uni) but It will be posted eventually.
celia_mei: Interrupting my Japanese travelogue to give my very strong opinion that @greatcometbway certainly “cultivated diversity” and would have continued to do so directly had it not closed. In this picture alone you have a Chinese Jew who grew up on 3 continents, a musical director who always spoke to his mom on the phone in his native tongue (he’s from Israel), a black woman playing a Russian aristocrat, and a young and handsome superstar recording artist who made his Broadway debut as an old guy with a drinking problem and a limp.
i can picture lance alone in the hangar, staring at red cautiously, gulping nervously because he just discovered he has to pilot her and a lot of thoughts are floating in his head, until he hears some footsteps behind him turns around and it’s keith who approaches him with a reassuring smile and pats him gently on the shoulder saying “you can do it. i believe in you, no one could do this better than you.”
just….give me keith comforting lance and reminding him all of his good qualities
His vision switched between normal and disoriented, he walked with a slight wobble in his step and he could not keep the drunken smile off his face.
Alex had just left with a redhead he had met that night. He said goodbye to Bill and checked to make sure his brother would be able to get home safely, to which the younger Skarsgård assured him was no issue; his shared apartment was only three blocks away.
“Double whiskey.” He said to the bartender.
The bald man nodded and began to fix his drink.
It was then that a woman around his age slid into the seat beside him. She was tall for a female, had sterling grey eyes, champagne blonde hair and wore a dark smokey eye.
Bill looked at the woman and gave her a small smile, causing her to smirk in response.
“You’re here alone?” She wondered.
He nodded, “My brother just left.”
The barman set the glass of whiskey in front of Bill before turning to fix someone else’s drinks.
She twirled the ends of her wavy, long locks and stared into his eyes, giving him the sexy smolder she had perfected over the years. “What do you say to heading somewhere too?” She pressed.
“Like?” He asked stupidly; completely wasted.
His ignorance only made her smile grow wider, “Let’s start with the bathroom.”
She stood and took his large hand in hers, pulled him off his chair and led him to the single stall restroom. He stumbled along behind her, long legs unable to function like usual.
The blonde took him into the nearest bathroom and quickly shut the door behind them. She pushed him against the wall and captured his lips roughly. He kissed her back with the same amount of passion.
Then he straightened, becoming taller than her, and lost her lips. She gave him an annoyed look, one he could not fully comprehend due to his intoxicated state.
“I have a girlfriend.” He slurred.
She quirked a brow before putting a hand on him, rubbing her smooth fingers over fabric of his black trousers. “She can’t fuck you like I can.” She promised.
The image of his lover slowly disappeared from his mind, it took too much effort to even see it in the first place. He caved.
“And how would you?” He countered, breathing beginning to rise by her actions.
She pretended to think, he was just really too easy to play with.
“I’m going to give you a blow job. Then, I’ll let you fuck me from behind against this wall.” She slapped her hand against the cold tile near his face, holding it there and leaning closer to him. “I want you to be as rough as you can be. Does she let you fuck her roughly? Would she let you take her mercilessly?” She wondered, gaze fixed nowhere but his pale eyes which darkened by the second.
“No, not always anyways. She’s not like that.” He answered, almost groaning at the way she was touching him.
She smirked, “Then let me help you.”
His gaze did not leave hers as she unzipped his pants and knelt down in front of him. Her eyes were gleaming as she took him in her mouth, causing his head to loll back against the subway tiled wall.
“Fuck.” He swore, taking a hold of her hair and guiding her deeper.
It felt good; he was enjoying her pleasuring him.
He shut his eyes and gave himself to her.
She did not want to tell her friend about what had happened, she would only begin to cry if she did.
She did not want to cry, especially not over him.
So after greeting and thanking her friend for letting her stay for however long she needed, she let herself into the guest bedroom.
She was tired, so very tired. Exhaustion took over her whole body, causing her to flop down on the bed the second she peeled off all of her clothes. Today, she was going to have a nice, deep sleep; one that was not disturbed by wondering where her boyfriend was, if he was safe and when he would be coming home.
No, she was not going to deal with that.
The moment she let her lids fall shut, sleep overcame her welcomingly.
The hot water fell from the rainfall shower head, fogging up the usually transparent glass. The air was thick with humidity, which did not relieve her breathing one bit as her boyfriend went down on her.
Her back was pressed up against the once cool glass, now coated in a sheen of mist, and her free hand desperately attempted to grasp the wall.
She glanced down at him, eyes hazy yet lustful, and found that his eyes met hers, dark and passionate as he pleasured her. He wanted to watch her as she writhed under his touch, moaned his name and fought to keep standing even though her legs were on their way to shaking violently.
He slung her left leg over his shoulder, giving himself better access to her heat as he knelt in front of her. She clutched onto his shoulder for dear life, waiting a few moments to get used to the new and far more compromising position she stood in, then finally let go; leaning her head back against the warm glass and closing her eyes.
“Bill…” She moaned, melting in his touch.
He pleasured her for a few moments longer before pulling out, placing a kiss on her and then standing; hands running up her body as he did. Those large hands stopped at her breasts, cupping them, and her eyes dazed open. They were still cloudy with desire and exhaustion, which turned him on even more. Her eyes met is and they stood like that for a second, staring at each other, neither saying a single word. Her heart pounded at his closeness, breasts heaving more quickly, which he felt and smiled at; he could make her feel this way.
“I- I love you.” She said breathlessly, looking up at his towering figure.
He slid his hands from her breasts to her neck, up until he cradled her jaw with both hands. Her eyes watched him as he went, landing on his lips before he pressed them against hers.
“I love you.” He echoed back.
Suddenly, he bent down slightly, picked her up by her thighs, and moved to the other end of the large shower; water cascaded over their bodies.
The two lovers kissed feverishly under the hot water, hair slicked back and her hands holding onto his upper back tightly for support. They were in their own world entirely, nothing mattered but them, and they kissed as if it was their last night alive.
“I want you. All of you.” She moaned in between kisses.
“Mm. You’re all I need.” He responded, entering her immediately.
Her cries were muffled by his lips.
“All I need.” He swore to her, hips rolling against hers rapidly.
A particularly hard trust had her leaning into his chest, forehead resting against his and he took a hold of her hair, pulling her back. They looked into each other’s eyes while he took her deeply.
She woke with a start.
The memory filled her with bitterness. Clearly, she did notknow.
The ring of his mobile swept him from his thoughts.
It was ‘Dad’ as the screen indicated. Shit.
He reached for his phone and pressed ACCEPT. "Hey.” He answered quietly.
“Bill! Where are you both? Is the traffic bad?” Stellan asked enthusiastically, excited to see his son and his son’s partner at the party.
It was painful to hear someone sound so delighted to hear his voice. He felt like he deserved no love, no one to care for him. He surely did not care about her whilst the blonde was on the verge of making him come.
“No, Dad we uh- won’t be making it.” He said dejectedly.
His father caught onto his son’s depressed tone.
“What happened? Are things not well between you two?” He pressed lightly.
Bill’s breath hitched in his throat, emitting a strangled sound. No, things are very unwell, and it’s all my fault.
“I messed up, Dad. I really messed up.” He cried, tears welling in his pale eyes.
“Bill… what happened?” Stellan asked, heart breaking listening to his son’s voice. No father ever wanted their child to sound so upset and troubled.
It became clear to Bill that not only was he devastated that he had lost her, he was embarrassed; embarrassed that he could not treat her in the way she deserved to be treated. He had promised to love her forever.
He hiccuped before speaking: "I cheated on her last night.“
He looked at the ashtray on the table to his right as he waited for his father to say something and saw the cigarette remains, another reminder of how he had failed her. It was all too much for him to handle.
“She started smoking again, Dad! She stopped a year ago and she was so goddamn happy about it. I drove her to do this again. I fucking did this to her!” He grieved.
It was in that moment he realized he could not stand to look at the cigarettes beside him. It was almost as if he could picture her: alone in the dark, rain pounding against the window, the cloud of grey smoke drifting through the room. He saw her eyes, hollow and lifeless, and her fingers, loosely holding the cigarette as she lifted it to her lips, devoid of all emotion. She did this over and over again until she grew too tired to even stand.
He grabbed the ashtray and strode to the kitchen, opened the cabinet under the sink and threw the tray into the garbage bin.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Bill. I am disappointed in you.” His father scolded, yet he sounded softer than he could have been.
He sunk to the floor, hand gripping his cellphone fiercely, and sniffed.
“Let her be for some while… I know this will be hard on you both. Give it time.” The older and much wiser Skarsgård told him.
Bill nodded, even though his father could not see him.
After ending the call, he ambled to their bedroom- her bedroom as it had just become again, and started to pack some clothes. He decided he would listen to his father and give her the space she needed, the space she deserved.
Hey guys! I’m finally on break and finals are over! (thank lord jesus) so now I will be posting a lot more than I have been so I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!
I miss her every second of everyday. I can’t help but wonder what she is doing and most nights I end up punching a pillow or screaming at the top of my lungs thinking about how I treated her. Thinking about how she left one night in tears. Thinking about the disgusting words that left my mouth that I would constantly throw her way. Guilt couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that was devouring me when I thought about the fear in her eyes every time we were argue.
Y/N had left 2 years ago. I could never blame her though. I treated her with such disgrace and constantly regret everything I did to her. At first we were fine, an average happy couple, but then my career exploded and stress was running my life. And unfortunately I would take out all my stress and anger on her. Every night we bickered about something for a good 3 months. Then the bickering formed into top of the lungs screaming at each other until one of us ended in tear or had lost the will to fight anymore. The worst part is she was the one who stopped almost every single time. She was the one trying to desperately fix us and put us back together. And me being the dick I was just decided to ignore her and push her even farther. The night I came home and saw our bedroom only filled with my stuff didn’t surprise me at all. Hell I wasn’t even upset. That was until about a month later where I found the letter in her old underwear drawer.
I bet you will either throw this in the bin, set it on fire or not even bother to read it but yet here I am writing it anyway. I’m tired. Dan I’m so tired of you complaining about shit and not even realize that the most important thing was broken. Dan Howell I love you so much and I feel like I always will but you are not willing to fight for the most valuable thing in my life. Us. If you’re not going to try to fight then I guess I should just give up too. I know it’s a shitty thing to just pack up and leave but I was already bawling writing this and I have to leave. If I talk to you in person you will make me stay and I can’t keep doing this. We’re broken. I’m broken. I’m done and so is our relationship. I can’t say I wouldn’t miss you holding me or kissing me or even looking at me cause we both know I’d be lying but I am doing this for you. You’re obviously caught up in work right now and I know how much stress and frustration you have bottled up and I know I’m just an obstacle in the way. I love you so much baby and I hope you have a good life without me getting in the way.
I punched a hole in my wall that day. Anger filled my veins at the thought of her crying over an asshole like me, making her think she was justing getting in the way of my life. I loved her with everything I had and still do and yet I left her feeling broken and worthless. I miss her every second of every day.
I was currently laying in my bed, alone, staring at a picture of a beautiful couple. It was a tall, dark haired boy smiling down at a perfect girl with y/h/c. He gazed at her lovingly as her eyes were squeezed shut with a wide opened mouth on her face laughing at a dorky joke the boy had tolded her moments before. This was my favorite picture of us. We both looked so innocent and in love. So happy. My thoughts were interrupted as there was knock on my bedroom door.
“Dan?” I heard Phil questioned on the other side of the door.
“Yes?” I spoke weakly as I heard the door creak slightly. I heard a sigh escape his lips ashe walked over to me removing the photo from my hands.
“Still thinking about y/n?” He spoke quietly as I nodded slightly. He frowned slightly looking at the picture shaking his head slightly. Y/n and Phil were so close when we were dating. Besides me she would tell Phil everything but since the letter neither of us had seen her. 2 years she had walked out of our lives and yet both of us remember it like it was just yesterday. Phil shook his head setting the frame down as he gave me a small smile. “Wanna go to the store with me? Get your head off things?” Nothing could make me stop thinking about her.
“Sure Phil.” I smiled slightly as I sat up from the bed.
I strolled down aisle 3 searching for eggs. pushing my cart slowly. My eyes scanned as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it quickly answering the phone call, not glancing at the caller ID already knowing who was calling.
“Hi honey.” I spoke still looking for the eggs.
“WHERE ARE YOU?” His phone boomed through the phone causing me to wince slightly
“A-at the store. We ran out of eggs and the recipe calls for 2…”
“You knew all my colleagues were coming over at 7 and I told you to have dinner ready by then!” Ryan’s voice was demanding and loud as I reached down finally finding a carton of eggs.
“All of it’s done except for the cake you specifically asked for!” I spoke harshly into the phone setting the cartons in the cart.
“Don’t you dare use that tone with me young lady.” He hushed into the phone causing me to roll my eyes.
“Okay Dad I’m gonna go now see you at home.” I hung up before he could say anything else. Ryan was my fiance, a well paid, intelligent doctor who thinks he is better than anyone who is younger or earns less money than him. Me being 2 years younger and a mediocre photographer makes him feel twice as powerful towards me. We had been dating for a year and a half and to say we weren’t in love with each other is an understatement. The only reason we were getting married was because his parents loved me and told him to “claim me”. Being the suck up he is of course he proposed. And me being the most awkward person just happened to say yes. I was so busy trying to place my phone back in my pocket I didn’t realize I was walking I ran face first into someone’s chest.
“Sorry about that love.” A thick british accent spoke causing my breath to hitch. I’d know that voice anywhere.
I lifted my head up slightly to look at the stranger’s face as I met a pair of two familiar brown eyes.
“D-Dan?” Her voice squeaked out causing me to freeze. It was her. Here. RIght in front of me.
“Y-n?” She gave me a polite smile as she looked down at her feet, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip, like she always did when she was nervous. I just wanted to pull her lip from her teeth and kiss her. But I’ll I could do was shuffle awkwardly and place my hands in my pockets.
“H-how you been?” She asked quietly as her beautiful y/e/c eyes met mine once again.
“I’ve been better…” I gulped as I saw a streak of guilt fill her eyes. “How about you? How are your photos doing?” She smiled slightly as she nodded slightly.
“I finally got a job. Somebody saw one of the pictures and fell in love with it so they asked me to join their company.” I grinned at her happily. She had always been struggling trying to get her dream job but I had always told her she could do it. That was until all we did was fight…
“See! I told you you could do it!” I spoke happily causing her to giggle. Oh how I had missed that sound. “What picture was it?” I saw her face freeze before she whispered
“The one of you and I…” I opened my mouth to speak when I heard another voice chime in.
“Dan I found the… y/n?!” I heard y/n squeal as I saw her jump into Phil’s arms
I felt a pain in my heart as I watched them hug before she pulled away. Phil looked at her gleaming as he suddenly noticed something that I hadn’t.
“Are you engaged…?” My eyes immediately darted to her left ring finger where a sparkling diamond ring sat. No. I thought to myself. She can’t be. That should be MY engagment for her. I felt my heart physically break as nausea took over my stomach as I saw her nod slowly. She looked down at her finger before looking up to meet Phil’s gaze again. I felt my eyes become glossy as I looked down at my shoes rapidly blinking trying to keep from crying. Phil seemed to notice my pain as he quickly spoke up.
“Congratulations! Well Dan and I should be headed out. We have a bunch of editing to do tonight and we have to watch some new anime episodes as such.” I looked up to see y/n gazing at me sadly as she nodded understandingly. She pulled Phil into another tight hug before turning to me and opening her arms slightly. I wrapped my arms around her petite figure as she hugged me tightly. Her vanilla perfume filled my nostrils as she squeezed me tightly. She pulled away slightly before waving a small wave smiling a little.
“Bye guys.” Her sweet voice filled my ears one last time before I saw her turn and continue walking the opposite way. I felt a small tear fall from my eye as Phil placed a hand on my shoulder squeezing in reassurance.
“I’m sorry Dan….” He spoke softly causing me to shake my head and wipe my tears.
“Don’t be…” I spoke, “I’m the one who left her go…”
The radio quietly played in the background as I drove to Ryan and I’s apartment. My mind screaming Dan’s name over and over again. I had never gotten over him and the disappointment in his eyes when finding out I was engaged broke my heart. As I pulled into the parking lot of the apartments I felt my mind become cloudy when I tried to think about why I was with Ryan and not Dan. Dan and I had so much in common while Ryan and I were polar opposites. Ryan didn’t have the sense of humor like Dan did. Ryan didn’t care for me like Dan did. And even though all Dan and I did was fight and bicker, at the end of the day, I didn’t love Ryan the way I loved Dan. I carried the bags of ingredients up to the apartment where I opened the door to reveal multiple doctors and nurses filling up the living room. Sophisticated conversations were being spoken as laughter filled the room. I dropped the bags on the table causing a few to glance over at me and Ryan to notice my arrival.
“Took you long another! Everyone I would like to introduce you to my friend y/n!” I stared at him blankly
“Fiance.” I spoke angrily only causing Ryan to roll his eyes and nod softly before grunting out
“Yes… my future wife.” I scoffed before turning back to unload the bags when something caught my eye. The walls were empty. Nothing was hung or displayed on any wall of the house,
“Ryan!” I spoke loudly over the voices making everyone go silent and turn their attention towards me once again.
“What?!” He spoke harshly, obviously annoyed by me interrupting his company for a second time.
“Where did my pictures go?”
“Oh I don’t know THE ONES THAT I TAKE FOR MY FUCKING JOB THAT WERE HANGING ON THE WALLS EARLIER!”
A snotty brunette then piped up.
“Job? Ryan I thought you said she was a lawyer not a picture taker.”
“Photographer.” I gritted my teeth trying to calm my anger before turning my attention back to Ryan. “First you don’t want to announce me as your fiance and now you’re embarrassed by my job?!” I shrieked angrily as Ryan just chuckled.
“Y/n, I have a very important job and so do all these people. I didn’t feel telling them about your hobbies.” I felt my blood boil as he spoke.
“Well you know what. I’m sorry I didn’t graduate from a fancy college with a perfect GPA. I’m sorry I don’t make as much money as all of your “perfect” friends but I’m not fucking sorry for who I am or what I enjoy doing. I like my “unimportant” job thank you and I know lots of people who support me.”
“Oh yeah like who?”
“Seriously y/n?! You’re bringing up that loser again! He doesn’t do anything either. Worthless piece of….”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ryan…” I spoke in a low, demanding voice. “Plus I know one thing Dan has that you will never EVER get.”
“Oh yeah what’s that?”
I looked down at my ring before sliding it off my finger and slamming it on the table “My heart.”
“Y/n you’re gonna regret this…” I shook my head staring at him dead in the eye
“Actually this is the best decision I’ve ever made. Have fun at your fucking party Ryan.” I pushed through the crowd grabbing my keys and open the door as I hear Ryan call from behind me.
“You walked out that door y/n you can never come back. Do you hear me?! You can just send someone to get all your shit.” I stopped dead in my tracks before calling back.
“Gigi will be here tomorrow to pick it up.” As I walked out slamming the door. I quickly rushed down the stairs as I reached my car hopping in and rushing down the street driving to the first place that popped into my head…
“Phil make some popcorn!” I shouted from the living room as I searched through the TV for the episode we were gonna watch when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Who would be delivering something at this hour I thought as I slowly stood up and walked down the stairs. I reached the door unlocking it slowly to be met with a petite girl. Tears filled her y/e/c eyes as her y/h/c hair was tangled slightly. I opened my mouth slightly as I stared at her standing at my door. I never thought I would something as beautiful as this moment. Even with her ratty hair and her makeup slightly smudged under her eyes she still managed to be the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I felt a smirk creep on my lips before I let out one of my remarks trying to lighten the mood.
“Long time no see.” She giggled under her breath before I heard her mumble.
“God I’ve missed you.” Before I could respond I felt her grab my shirt and tug me toward her. I felt her moist lips connected with my slightly chapped lips as the taste of her cherry chapstick invade my mouth. My hands found her waist as I tugged her inside with my closing the door by pushing her back against it. I tugged on her bottom lip as I pulled away smiling. She giggled resting her forehead on mine as I whispered.
“I thought you were engaged?”
“I was.” I grinned before reconnecting our lips
I missed her every second of everyday. That was until she was mine again. I ended up marrying that girl. To ensure, that I wouldn’t have to miss her anymore.
Modern AU where Chirrut haunts thrift shops and buys clothes based on texture so Baze is used to Chirrut wearing the oddest outfits that clash horribly in color but feel really comfy. He makes sure Chirrut looks not-too-gaudy when he goes out but at home, anything is fair game.
and one searingly hot day Baze comes home to find Chirrut lazing on the sofa in a sheer lace tank top and short shorts because “it’s so goddamn hot, Baze. i’m gonna melt”
and Baze can’t even speak, because all the blood has left his brain and rushed southwards because he has never imagined Chirrut in lace and now he’s picturing Chirrut in lace and nothing else and he thinks he might just die from that mental picture alone
and he pounces on Chirrut midway through Chirrut’s complaining and they get a whole lot hotter and sweatier
“Supergirl and Lena coming out to the public with a photoshoot with James that they publish in a CatCo edition for pride month.” from @draconicdivinity
Snapper is utterly unfazed by Kara’s pitch.
A Pride Month edition of CatCo – something Cat Grant herself started years ago – this time featuring National City’s hottest new couple.
A Super and a Luthor.
Finally ready to acknowledge that they’re a couple. That they’re wildly in love.
Lena, secure enough to know that Kara – that Supergirl – hell, that her girlfriend, her girlfriend, will not let her down. Will not love her then leave her, in the public spotlight, no less.
Kara, trusting Lena’s ability to care for herself enough to know that she can handle herself if any threats come down on her for this.
Lena, ready to face her mother’s wrath. Again.
Kara, ready to respond at any and all moments to the call watch Winn had made for Lena – modeled on the one Clark had given James – so that Supergirl will never be the reason Lena is hurt.
“Better spruce up on your ability to write about yourself in the third person, Danvers,” he grumbles, but his almost invisible, wry grin weaves entire tales of the way he lost the bet he had with Cat Grant about when Supergirl and Lena Luthor would be ready to go public with their relationship.
Her hands are shaking the morning James meets them in the studio for their photoshoot, and Lena stills them with her own, with soft kisses to each knuckle.
“We don’t have to do this, Kara,” she tells her for perhaps the hundredth time. “It’s alright if you’re not ready, if – “
“No, no, that’s not it, Lena. I just… Sara isn’t a superhero on this Earth, so… so on this Earth, there really aren’t out queer superheroes. What if everyone starts thinking that I – I don’t know – that I’m the only way to be bi? All that representation, all on me…”
She sighs and she relishes the way Lena listens.
Listens with her full body, her full attention.
This woman who practically lives in her office; this woman who is constantly working, and loves it; this woman whose mind is constantly everywhere at once, who is always so busy that focus is a relative thing.
This woman is focusing, entirely, on her girlfriend, and it sends pleasant tingles down Kara’s spine. It almost makes her stop breathing.
The intensity of what it means to have Lena Luthor pay full attention to her. Her girlfriend, yes, but god, what a powerhouse of a woman.
Kara giggles suddenly, and Lena arches an eyebrow.
“You’re like a superhero, too, you know,” she tells Lena, who laughs open and loud because her girlfriend is utterly ridiculous.
Neither of them notice James clicking away, snapping impromptu photographs of them, incomplete makeup jobs be damned.
These will be better, anyway.
Kara with her hands in Lena’s, smiling earnestly, softly, watching her girlfriend laugh.
“No, I mean it! I was just thinking about… about how brilliant you are, and how many times you’ve saved us all, and how… how proud I am that you even… noticed me, let alone date me.”
“Kara Danvers, I’ve told you before, and I will tell you every day until you understand why,” Lena bites her lip, the laughter gone from her face now. “You are my hero. Not this cape – although I do love your cape – “
They share a private laugh, and Kara blushes almost as red as the cape currently swept to her side for the photoshoot. “ – because I didn’t know you were bulletproof the first time I laid eyes on you. I didn’t have to. You’re special without all…”
She runs her fingers up and down Kara’s arms, up and down her superhero blue. “… without all this.”
The tears stinging Kara’s eyes blink away as she notices – finally – James snapping away.
“We’re not even through with makeup, James!” Kara pouts, and James just laughs.
“I won’t use any shots you both don’t approve of, you know that. But um, Kara, can I talk to you for a second?”
If James were any other ex of Kara’s, Lena might have bristled. But he is so much more than her ex; he’s her family. So when Kara squeezes Lena’s hands and gets up to follow James, Lena watches with a vague smile, because her heart is hammering with the thrill of finally being out together, the thrill of what Kara just told her, the anticipation of the reception of the piece, the relaxing evening Kara mentioned having planned for tonight.
“Listen, I wanted to – “
“Are you sure you’re okay doing this – “
They both stop and they both laugh and look in opposite directions.
James recovers first.
“I am so happy that you’re happy, Kara. And I’m glad Snapper assigned me to this. It’s a big deal, and it’s… honestly, Kara, it’s an honor. Look.” He shows her the feed from his camera, what he’s taken so far, and Kara gasps.
Lena, running her fingers tenderly down Kara’s suited-up arms.
Lena, hands mixed up with Kara’s, staring at her intently, so intently, that the picture alone makes Kara squirm with delight, with heat, with joyful humility.
Lena, tossing her head back and laughing, with Kara looking at her like she’s the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. And she would know.
“James, they’re beautiful,” she whispers, and he smiles.
“You’re beautiful together, Kara,” he tells her, and Lena’s the one who snaps a picture with her phone when she hugs him.
The rest of the afternoon is full of laughter, full of Kara trying to be intimidating and finally admitting that Alex pulls off the hands-on-hips thing much more confidently than Kara can.
Full of Lena stepping into classic Supergirl poses – eyes serious, arms crossed across her chest; chin tilted upwards, hands on her hips – with Kara, jaw dropped, eyes wide, next to her, a heady combination of amused and turned on.
“Told you you’re a superhero, you do the poses better than me!” Kara stammers when she finds words again, and Lena just laughs, just kisses her cheek, just whispers into her ear about Kara doing the important poses just fine, and the next series of photos is of a blushing, spluttering Supergirl and the human woman who can reduce the unflappable hero into a pile of mush.
When Kara tries to imitate the crisp, efficient, brilliant stance that Lena has at the studio desk, simulating her role as CEO of L Corp, James grins and sighs behind the camera, already anticipating the teasing about that desk that’s going to come from Alex and Maggie and Winn.
And probably some of the social media feeds, as well.
But all of that is inevitable. They’ve discussed it all, they’ve processed it all.
And they’re ready for it all. Together.
So when James still hasn’t quite found a cover photo yet, the one he takes when Kara pulls Lena close and gathers her into her arms – when they’re lost in each other’s eyes so deeply that it seems like they’ve forgotten they’re in a studio, that Kara’s feet might lift off the ground at any moment, and they do, slightly, they do – is what he knows will be the winner, what he knows will reach young queer kids and older queer adults, on the cover of a Pride Edition that is bound to need extra printing.
Because National City’s savior and her superhero girlfriend are redefining heroism as looking lovingly, openly, into someone else’s eyes, and that?