can't have it both ways ugh

I know this probably goes without saying but Alec and Magnus as individuals are so fascinating and complex. Each with such well-rounded, real struggles and stories. They are both so strong in different ways and vulnerable in others. It would take me far too long to name all of their unique qualities that make them the amazing, fleshed out characters that they are, mostly in part thanks to the insightful performances of Matt and Harry. But the depth that they have seriously blows me away. Alone, they are some of the most interesting, flawed, intriguing characters I’ve ever seen. And the fact that they are in love with each other and compliment each other and help fill in each other’s missing pieces in this sweet, chaotic, inexplicable RIGHT-ness is so incredible and we are so lucky to have these characters in our lives.

anonymous asked:

This is so extra™ but is there any way you could write a smut fic as a continuation of the last scene with Alex and Maggie, where they're both incredibly turned on by each other and they can't help but get it on at the DEO

“So, arm candy, huh?”

“I mean have you looked in a mirror lately, Danvers?”

“Ugh, not lately, god Maggie, I probably look like hell.”

Maggie stops walking and Alex almost stumbles, but Maggie steadies her as she looks up at her gravely.

“You look perfect, Alex Danvers. Perfect. As always.”

Alex’s eyes flit down to Maggie’s lips, and Maggie is a detective.

So she detects.

And she bites her own lip and tries not to gulp.

Alex is a secret agent.

So Alex notices.

“Maggie,” Alex whispers, and her voice is ragged, and Maggie needs her.


“Tell me, Agent Danvers. Does being so newly reinstated mean you’re opposed to um… reminding your girlfriend what it’s like when you go rogue?”

Alex practically growls, and Maggie swoons.

“Say for example… right now? I mean this place has to have supply closets or something, ri – ”

Her sentence is lost as Alex tugs her forward, and if Maggie were anyone else, she wouldn’t notice Susan Vasquez subtly raising an index finger to point Alex in the direction of a room where the cameras were currently experiencing an inexplicable glitch.

But Maggie isn’t anyone else. She sees the gesture, and she mouths her thanks, and Susan just winks.

Alex doesn’t stop tugging on her arm until they’re reached supply room number 237, apparently, and they’re barely through the door before Alex has Maggie pinned against it, chest already heaving with need.

“Color?” she demands, and her voice is as rough as her eyes.

Because she was just almost flung across the galaxy.

She almost just lost this woman staring up at her with soft lips and eager eyes and desperate hands.

“Neon green, Al,” she rasps, and Alex practically lunges.

Her mouth, her teeth, her hands, are everywhere at once – Maggie’s lips, her throat, her chest (because Alex checks in with her eyes and when Maggie whines and nods desperately, Alex makes quick work of her shirt, of her bra), her stomach.

“Fuck me, Alex,” Maggie begs, and Alex growls as she picks her up effortlessly, and Maggie wraps her legs around Alex’s waist and her arms around Alex’s neck and Maggie screams, because Alex is holding her up with one arm and fucking her with the other hand and Alex is biting down onto her neck and Alex is crying and Maggie is crying but both of them keep reminding each other, green, green, green, please don’t stop, more, please, Alex, yes, fuck, more, harder, fuck, Alex, I’ve got you, I’ve got you, I’ve got you, mine, mine, mine, mine, and Alex isn’t satisfied with Maggie only cumming once, twice, three times, drenching her fingers and staining her underwear and leaving scratches all across Alex’s upper back.

“Let me get you home,” she rasps, and Maggie nods, and Alex makes a show of licking her fingers clean and Maggie whines and writhes and tries to kiss her, but Alex shakes her head.

“Home,” she says, because she wants to go home, but also because she is home. 

Maggie knows, and she steps forward and hugs her, just hugs her, hugs her long and solid and safe and loving.

They might hug longer than they’ve fucked – neither of them are quite sure – but eventually Alex helps her get dressed, lethal fingers suddenly tender again, burning eyes suddenly soft and shy and timid again.

Until, that is, they get home.

Because Maggie glances at the way Alex’s leather jacket is unzipped just low enough that she can start to see her cleavage, and Maggie gulps, and Alex notices.

Of course Alex notices.

And she sweeps everything unceremoniously off the kitchen island and bends Maggie over on top of it.

“All good, babe?” she asks, even though she’s already read the answer in Maggie’s wrecked eyes.

“Don’t stop,” Maggie prays, and Alex promises to oblige. But some business first.

“Be a good girl and strip for me, Maggie,” she orders, and Maggie gasps at the command in her tone, at the confidence in her voice, at the authority in her heady gaze.

The authority, the determination, the audacity, the brazenness, that had been turning her on all day.

And while Alex was in agony – while she herself was in agony – she’d kept it to herself as much as she could.

And they’re both still in agony, but Alex’s roughness is an escape and Maggie’s compliance is a balm, and their skin touching skin is heaven on earth, and they’re safe, safe, safe, safe.

For now.

So they use it for all it is, and Maggie strips for Alex slow, strips for her determined, strips for her deliberate. She never takes her eyes off of Alex’s hungry ones, and the nearly feral look on Alex’s face is reward enough.

Enough, that is, until Alex has her begging for more, because Alex has turned her around again, has bent her over again, is slipping inside her again, is whispering how beautiful she is, what a good girl she is, supporting Alex like that all day, is this a good enough reward, how wet she is, how tight she is, how perfect she is, into Maggie’s ear, and Maggie comes completely undone in Alex’s strong, solid arms, backing up wildly against Alex’s strong, solid body.

And when Alex carries her to bed and presses kisses against every hickey, against every birthmark, against every old scar and every new bruise, Maggie knows only one thing in the entire multiverse:

That she is in love with prodigal-DEO-agent-gone-rogue-loyal-daughter-perfect-sister-gorgeous-ruthless-determined-genius-unrelenting Alex Danvers.

And she’s pretty damn sure Alex Danvers is in love with her, too.

Which is why Alex lets her crawl on top of her.

Why Alex wants her to crawl on top of her.

Because after a day of being impenetrable, of being almost worryingly hard-headed, of being a coiled muscle, a veritable force of nature, Alex is in love.

Alex trusts her.

Trusts her enough to let her guard down.

Trusts her enough to believe that letting Maggie give her back what Alex just gave to her doesn’t make her weak and it doesn’t make her less.

It makes her loved.

“You want this, sweetie?” Maggie asks, and Alex just arches her hips up so Maggie can strip her naked.

“Oh, Ally,” she whispers as she catalogues every new bruise, every fresh cut, painted onto Alex’s torso, onto her arms, onto her legs.

And Maggie kisses each one of them, memorizes their locations, their severity, in a map in her mind, so she will know exactly how to move when she does what she does next, what Alex is starting to whine for, what Alex is starting to grind her hips up for.

“Alex, you – “

“Yes, Maggie. Please.”

And Maggie obliges.

She starts slow, but she doesn’t end slow.

She starts soft, but she doesn’t end soft.

Because Alex begs her for more and Alex begs her for harder and Alex begs her for faster, please, please, Maggie, god, fuck, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, fuck just like that, god, fuck, Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, please don’t stop, please please please.

She shifts so her thigh is between Alex’s legs, and she groans as Alex grabs at her ass and bites at her shoulder as she pulls her down, harder and harder, closer, closer, struggling to find friction because Maggie’s thigh is so slick with how wet Alex is, and she kisses Alex’s hair and puts one hand behind her head and braces herself with the other and times her movements perfectly with Alex so that proximity, rhythm, outweighs friction and Alex is so wrecked underneath her that Maggie forgets what air is, that she can have this effect on a woman so powerful, so ruthless, that she single-handedly infiltrated and exploded Cadmus’s lair, and that woman cums screaming Maggie’s name and it’s almost more than Maggie can handle, because even without direct pressure, she cums again, too.

“I’ve got you, Ally,” she whispers, kissing her face as Alex shudders through the last waves of her orgasm. “I’ve got you.”


“Ride or die, Danvers. Ride or die.”

anonymous asked:

this is not a request, I just want an advice on how to boost my self confidence. I don't like my body, my face, my voice, everything about me is not good. I am skinny at the top, but like, my butt and tights are fat. I never looked in the mirror and said that I like what I see. People always stare at me, and it made me not to go out of the house (now for 2 weeks). I don't want to change the way I look, I just want to love the way I am, but I can't. I need an advice. Thanks in advance

Ugh, girl, this is so hard, and we’ve both been there for sure. Learning to love yourself inside and out is a continuous process that requires serious effort. It’s different for every person and we can only speak to our experiences.

Before you can love yourself you have to accept all of who you are for face value. Recognize that you can’t change the body/voice/etc that you were given, but also recognize that every part of you does what it’s supposed to do, what it was literally made to do. Those thighs may be thick but they carry you everywhere!! You may not like your voice but it enables you to communicate and make friends and love people with words!! It’s all about changing your perspective instead of actually changing anything about who you are or what you look like.

I (A) was very unhappy with the way I looked and who I was for a looooong time. To be at the point where I am now (loving myself more than I ever have), it took a lot of reflection of what I focus on when I see myself. I would focus on every seemingly negative facet of my personality/body instead of the good things, like what my friends would describe me as if they were asked about me. It took lots of time (and therapy which is totally helpful and would recommend 10/10) to totally flip my perspective on myself and turn my attention to my positive attributes instead of my flaws. This didn’t mean I started to just ignore my flaws, though. I had to learn to love (or at least accept those too). A very eye-opening moment in this journey of self-love was when one of my best friends at the time first expressed her hatred of her body to me. This came as a huuuuuge surprise to me considering I had always seen her body as my ideal body, and I always thought about how lucky she is to be this standard idea of what beautiful was (though I didn’t want to admit it). When I told her this, she had the same reaction and told me that she felt the same way about my body. We were both so taken back, and I realized the truth of the phrase “everyone wants what they don’t have.”

One of the best pieces of advice I (L) ever received about self love was to look in the mirror every morning and talk to yourself as if you’re talking to your daughter. When I first heard this I thought it sounded pretty weird and sort of dumb, but then I started doing it, and it’s actually been one of the greatest things in the world. What do I (one day when I have children) want my daughter to think about herself when she looks in the mirror every morning? I tell myself that. This was not at all something that immediately altered the way I see my body, but after a lot of time it really did help to change the way I treat myself. I’m not a cookie-cutter “beautiful” person (who is??) but I’ve learned to love my body because it’s good to me. I’m healthy and I can do anything I want to if I work hard enough. And that fact itself is beautiful. That doesn’t mean there aren’t days that I wake up and don’t like what I see in the mirror, but they’re a lot fewer in number than they were when I was in high school.  I would say I’m more confident now than I’ve ever been, because telling myself over and over and over again that I am beautiful and sexy (and smart, and a good sister, and a loyal friend - these things are important to remind yourself of, too) and also just a cool person in general has honestly made me believe it.

Put all ideas of what you think your body should look like out of your mind. Unfollow instagram models, don’t stress about clothing sizes, get all that bullshit out of your life. Focus on what you have, and slowly try to shift the way you see each part of yourself that you feel isn’t good enough. Your body, your voice, everything - they’re all more than good enough. Own what you’ve got!!! And never let fear of what other people think keep you from living your life, because it’s yours and there’s so much to see and do and experience and people to love and places to go and you only get one shot!!! Fuck everyone else. Don’t expect things to change overnight and keep working at it. We love you just the way you are and we’re positive so many other people do too!!!!

xoxo, L & A

  • <p> <b>Me:</b> Okay, Jon and Sansa, time for a bedtime story.<p/><b>Jon and Sansa:</b> *groan*<p/><b>Me:</b> Listen up kids. You're both smart. And you're both right. Some of the time. But the only way you're gonna beat the enemies to the North and South? Is by-<p/><b>Jon and Sansa:</b> Ugh don't say it-<p/><b>Me:</b> Working together, that's right, like we do, in this family.<p/><b>Sansa:</b> (mutters) have to hear "lone wolf dies pack survives" one more time I swear<p/><b>Jon:</b> (mutters) I just became king literally like three minutes ago why can't she-<p/><b>Me:</b> STOP. Right now. You are going to talk to each other, BEFORE you walk into the Great Hall, and you are going to come to a decision about what you're BOTH going to say. Or not say. United front. We don't have time for anything else. Why?<p/><b>Jon and Sansa together:</b> (exasperated) Because "Winter is Here."<p/><b>Me:</b> Good job kids. Go get 'em.<p/></p>

The way that Jemma has her arms around Catherine and Catherine is holding onto Jemma’s arms and Jemma has her chin on Catherine’s shoulder and Catherine’s face is turned towards her and they’re both smiling and ugh

anonymous asked:

Oswald breaking down to Edward was a beautiful moment. He was vulnerable. And Ed had to snap him out of all that. Because Ed knows that vulnerability is going to get Ozzie killed, and Eddie can't let anything happen to Oswald. And I'm a puddle of emotion again.

Yes…so much emotions in this episode oh god. They both have suffered so much, this ”I don’t want you to suffer the way I have.” Oswald with telling Ed that he shouldn’t go down the murder-path, it will only cause him pain. And then that Edward said about love, you can’t get involved, it’s a weakness.

Oswald said in s1 ”When you know what a man loves, you know what can kill him” And we all know where that lead to…ugh foreshadowing. And ofc now it crossed my mind that this Ed was saying was a worst scenario implied foreshadowing. Don’t ever again feel love for someone, because your enemies will use that against you. Which of course lead us to the possibility of Ed & Os becoming like REALLY 110% confirmed in love canon in the show, and it will end up with one of them getting hurt or kidnapped or something…probably Ed if so since Oswald has enemies. And even if Ed gets back alive it won’t be the last time something will happen to one of them. So, in the end, a long time ahead form where we are in Gotham, when they are in their time of the canon comics maybe. They have decided not to have a relationship, they can’t be involved with each other in that way ever again, since they care too much about each other and they just couldn’t bare to lose the other.

Which then could lead us to (the ending of) Gotham Underground, when I read that I was hit by emotions…god it’s so angsty really. Yeah, read it if you haven’t, it speaks for itself! That to me looks like nothing else than affection, they can’t totally hide it, can they. They just have to live their lives like this, because they care so much. This is Gotham, maybe happily together ever afters just doesn’t work in this city.

So yeah, maybe the writers have based something on this from Underground, and put that evil foreshadowing in now for Ed to say…Ugh. BUT as I said that’s in the future, Gotham is about how our beloved characters in the end end up as the comics characters we know! So, what should be ahead of us now is years of HAPPY MURDER HUSBANDS BEING TOGETHER <33333

anonymous asked:

Ugh! What's up your ass? Stop being so butthurt! Racial equality starts when ALL PARTICIPANTS stop nagging each other, it goes both ways sweetheart. You can't make everything a fucking racial issue, its not. You're just pathetic and feed off of any chance you get to make it one. Go ahead, whine about white supremacy and how awful they are, it wont do any parties any good. It just makes you look pathetic. If you want to make a change, start a positive and INTELLIGENT campaign. Grow up.

I feel like this should have came with a recipe for green bean casserole