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Beauty Guru Lexa AU, The loo thread original. Lexa is a beauty youtuber, Clarke is an artist. From childhood friends they become the loves of each other’s lives, breaking the hearts of Lexa’s numerous subscribers and causing ship wars and speculations :)

HORIZON ZERO DAWN WAS BY FAR ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, WELL ROUNDED GAMES IVE EVER PLAYED IN MY LIFE. THE STORY IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL WITH TWISTS AND TURNS AND BADASS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. IF YOU WANT A STORY MUCH LIKE THE 100 WITH A GIRL WHO KILLS ENORMOUS MACHINES AND WHO HAS CLARKE GRIFFIN’S STUBBORNNESS, SASS AND LEXA’S STOIC MANNER COMBINED YOU GOTTA JUST PLAY THIS OR WATCH THIS ON YOUTUBE, 15/10 GURILLA GAMES.

Supercorp one shot:Taking place after Lena tells Kara she is her hero. 

“Supergirl may have saved me, but Kara Danvers, you are my hero." 


My breath catches in my throat at the words, the slight flutter in my chest makes it hard to speak so I adjust my glasses instead. When I look up, I see Lena looking around, trying to focus on anything but me and that’s when I notice I’m biting my lip…again.

 "So,” she says quietly, trying to change the subject, “How do you and Supergirl talk to eachother, you seem very…close." 


I feels my cheeks get hot. 

"We uh-we’re pretty close, there’s no special alien communication device if that’s what you’re wondering.”

 A smile creeps across her face and though I must be imagining it, her body moves closer to me. 

“If you have her number I would love to have it,” I don’t try to hid my disappointment and the flutter is replaced with a slight ache and I know its ridiculous, she doesn’t know that we’re the same person but the idea of her wanting Supergirl over the real Kara makes me feel uneasy.

 "If you need it I can give it to you but I would have to make sure it’s okay. You know, aliens and their secrecy, “ Lena laughs, 

"Secrets all come out eventually” I look up at her, too quickly, she holds my gaze. 

“What do you mean by that?” She flattens her skirt out, and the movement draws my attention, its a…a pretty dress.

 "I think you know what I mean, Kara.“ She scoots closer to me on the couch and my body moves before my brain thinks about what it’s doing. Before I can speak again she puts her lips against my ear and I know that if I could have goosebumps, they would be everywhere.

 
"I would know that smile anywhere.”

I feels like all the air has been sucked out of my lungs. Idiot, I’m such an idiot, of course she knows, she’s not stupid. Every time I’ve saved her she’s been talking to 

“Kara” she leans back a bit and I try hide my surprise at the goosebumps I see up and down her legs, to no avail. Instead I stand up, too quickly, the heat of the moment makes me forget that humans don’t move so fast she looks up at me with an emotion I can’t quite make out.

 "How did you, I mean,“ the laugh escapes my lips and my body fidgets without my say so. "I mean, I’m- I’m sneaky”

 I adjust my glasses and she smirks as she stands to face me. Smooth, Kara. “Super sneaky." 

She takes a step towards me and I tell my self to step back, I tell myself to beg her to keep it a secret, to deny it all, but instead I sit and stare as her hands reach up and before I know it my glasses are gone.

 "These aren’t very good at hiding who you are, Kara.” I take a deep breath and usually I would ramble, usually I would panic but I feel calm, I feel relaxed. 

“You can’t hide, not from me.” I feel her hands circle my head and then my hair falls loose against my shoulders. I think she’s going to bring her hands back down but she doesn’t and I don’t think that I want her to. “How long have you known that I’m, that I-.” I ask her, failing to find the words. “Long enough.” And that’s it, maybe it’s the way she’s looking at me or maybe it’s that fact that she figured it out on her own, but in that moment I know what I want to do and I so it.

 I kiss her.


I feel her gasp beneath my lips before she kisses me back. It starts gentle, her hands slide in my hair, her lips moving lightly against mine, but when a light moan escapes my lips she throws herself against me. Her lips move feverishly against mine, I pull her tight against me, careful not to hurt her. She pulls me down to the couch and adjust my legs to straddle her.

 "Lena.“ I say against her lips and she grabs my back, her hands tracing the zipper of my dress and I want her to pull it down, almost as much as I want to take off hers. The kiss last years, decades, eons, I feel something that I’ve never felt before, a warmth in my stomach, a flutter in my chest. Its not the fact that it’s my first kiss with a woman, it’s her, her taste, her touch, the way she fights to be better the way she-


Her hands tightens against my hips pulling me down on her and all the thoughts leave my head. I forget everything that has happened and it’s just me. 

Just her.

 I twist to the left, gently, and pull her on top of me, I start to unzip her dress and she pulls away her eyes bright and wide.

 "Is this, is this okay?” She nods and I help her pull it up and over her head. She’s beautiful, I always noticed it, ever since I walked into her office I knew that she was special. I slide my finger up and down her back, up the side of her legs, down her chest. I want to touch every inch, feel every curve, every scar, she turns and pulls me on top of her and does the same. I feel her lips light on my neck and I turn to put her back on top, my head falls back to give her more room. Her hand slides up mine, pinning it above my head. I’ve always hating feeling vulnerable but this, this is different. She whispers my name against my collarbone, not Supergirl, not Danvers, but Kara.

 I giggle and she sits up to look at me. “What is it?” I notice a stray hair dangling across her for head and I reach up to tuck it behind her ear. She blushes at my touch,

 "I’m happy" she looks at me smiling the brightest smile I’ve ever seen, and she bites her lip, I can’t help it, I pull her lips back down to mine and the heat spreads from my stomach, to my toes and up to my head. 

We’re a tangle of limbs and hair and for the first time since my planet was destroyed I feel completely and utterly at peace.

@lenacorp you said you were looking for ficrecs so I wanted you to check mine out, no hate It’s my first one shot of supercorp :) 

You all want to know what this “beautiful scene” that Loo said she had with Ben? And we didn’t get that? Because it should have been this:


Sherlock drops by Bart’s after the whole thing with Eurus to apologize to Molly. He explains. Molly pretends to not listen. She then asks him if he did mean it. He says yes, but as a friend. “I didn’t want to lose you. I’m sorry, Molly,” he says, seeing her eyes well up. “But I cannot give you what you seek.” Sherlock watches her as she looks down and nods. She knows. He tells her that he wants her to be happy. She knows. She’s on the verge of crying and Sherlock is worried, and asks her to say something.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

She shrugs. “For holding on for so long, thinking you could ever want me.” She’s seen how he looks at John. She wishes he could look at her like that.

Sherlock pauses, treading on dangerous ground. “You deserve better, Molly.”

She breaks down in front of him. “I don’t know,” she sobs, “I don’t know if I’ll ever be happy. I’m tired of being alone. I want to come home to someone. I want to wake up in the morning and find another face looking at me. I’m tired. I’m … tired. God, why am I telling you this? You don’t care.”

Sherlock steps forward, and hugs her, holding her close as she cries. “You will.” He pats her back and sighs. “Just because I’m not the one for you, doesn’t mean I care about you less. I do love you, Molly. You’re my friend. Dear Molly. I should be the one who’s sorry.”

She sniffs. “For what?”

He looks down at her. “For playing around with your heart. For insulting you. For manipulating you. All those years. I’m sorry. I led you on.”

Molly grabs a handkerchief and blows her nose. “It’s not all your fault. I was …” she backs off and throws her hand to the side, “ - a silly girl in love with the idea of love.”

He smiles. “You have a big heart,” he says. “Don’t give up. Who knows?” He clears his throat and gives her wink. “The right person could be around the corner.”

Molly frowns. She’s tired of being fed hope only to have it snatched away from her. “Yeah? What, you have someone in mind?”

He starts for the door. “I might.”

“Sherlock Holmes, London’s Matchmaker.”

“Don’t tease.”

“I’m not.”

“Besides,” he pulls back the door and glances back at her with a wink, “She might just be your type.”

Molly stares after him. She?”

Sherlock smirks. "You think I haven’t figured you out yet?” And he leaves the room, and turns around a corner to see DI Hopkins with a coffee in hand. “Ah,” he says, “just the person I’ve wanted to see.”

- end of scene -


And that’s the beautiful scene that I would have wanted.

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Furby Review: Furby His Royal Majesty the King Special Limited Edition NIB

Hi everyone! Tonight we’re going to be reviewing a very special classic Furby. Please, let’s have a very royal welcome to the next Furby.

Mod May Boo: All Hail Our Royal King Furby. I love this guy.

Mod Loo Bay: He’s very handsome.

Mod May Boo: You know, he really is handsome. He’s just. Remember how the people felt about JFK when he was around? Well throw JFK out the window because this Furby is the greatest, most handsome leader we could ever dream of.

Mod Loo Bay: A quote that was very much not attributed to JFK, “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down the distance between me and my King Furby.”

Mod May Boo: Yeah, I think that was President Peanut (Jimmy Carter). Anyways, I love his royal purple coat and his fancy king hat. Also, he has beautiful, friendly eyes.

Mod Loo Bay: I love his…. cape thing? (I think it’s a cape.) Either way, it’s very fashionable, very cute.

Mod May Boo: It’s true, he has all the makings of a great, regal King. A leader we can all admire and aspire to be like. Now for the price.

Mod Loo Bay: That’s nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be.

Mod May Boo: Indeed. Considering that modern Furbies start at about 60 dollars, this is a reasonable price. Clearly the King Furby is a humble king.

Mod Loo Bay: I love him.

Mod May Boo: I do too. Now for the fear rating and final grade.

Fear Rating:

Mod May Boo: 2/100 Baby Ducklings

Mod Loo Bay: 0/10 Regicides

Overall Grade- A✓+

Price Rating: A good, humble price for royalty such as our Our Royal Majesty the King