everybody go see this

To everybody who can’t go and see Harry, just remember that he isn’t going anywhere. He will be touring and making music for a long time. This is only the beginning. You WILL see Harry live. You WILL be able to go to a future tour. Don’t let this get you down too much. Harry is a legend and you will get your chance to be there with him some day.

anonymous asked:

Hey Squiggly!! I have really low self-esteem and I feel like I don't improve at all with my art, and that I will never achieve my goal of being an animator for pixar studios or some other studio. Have any suggestions to help me see my art is actually worth something? Love your art btw!! ^^ You inspire me greatly and make me want to not give up!! :>

Sure, I’ve got one: remember one thing.


You know how even people who are drop-dead gorgeous sometimes don’t realize how attractive they are?  It’s because they see their own face in the mirror every day.  Every.  Single.  Day.  To them, that face is ordinary, so it can’t be special.

Of course, they don’t see what everybody else sees.  Their perspective is warped because they genuinely can’t tell any different.

The same thing goes for art.  Why, you see your own drawing style every time you draw!  Of course it’s not gonna look so great to you – you’re used to it, and it never feels fresh!  But that’s not because it ISN’T fresh, it’s because you’re used to it.  Remember that everybody else is going to see your art differently from how you see it, and that you bring something to the table that nobody else can.  Maybe your art isn’t so special to you, but to somebody else, it’s got that je ne sais quoi that they just can’t seem to find in THEIR art.

Now, that being said, if you really feel that you’re stagnating in your art… why?  Ask yourself that question, and seriously consider it.  Are you drawing the same things over and over again?  Are you tending towards the same stylistic choices each time?  Maybe you’re not pushing your poses or expressions enough, or maybe you’re too afraid of failure to try that style of shading you wish you could do.

Once upon a time, I was afraid of going through the sketch stage in my art, because I thought I wouldn’t be able to clean it up from there.  Now I frequently leave my drawings as sketches intentionally!

The point is, if you feel like you’re plateauing, try something new.  Be aware that you’re likely gonna mess it up, but also be aware that failure is the best way to learn something.

‘Indecent’ to Remain Open on Broadway, Despite Closing Notice
The play, which won two Tony Awards and was set to close on June 25, will now be open through Aug. 6 at the Cort Theater.
By Joshua Barone

This is unprecedented. This is brilliant news. Everybody go see Indecent, one of the best plays I’ve ever seen. Clearly it’s resonating with many others, as well. Go see it now!

The Friendly Wager (Part 4)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,578

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, unrealized romantic tension, drinking

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

I’m really behind on posting my parts for this challenge, I’ve got a long weekend, I wanna move this along because I’m dumb and entered another challenge, and I don’t wanna be a PIA for Kait, so I’m posting more frequently. Tags are closed.

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

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Humans are weird, first humans assigned to a ship!

So i got the idea of having this one ship that hadn’t had a human assingned to it before but had heard about humans in other ships and stuff, the i got thinking about the crew thinking humans are smol and stuff, sooo here is my contribution to the tag.


Spaceship Het'che'l’s crewmember Kohet'ch was excited, today was the day they would be assigned hyumaahnz’s for the very first time, and it was a pair of them to boot!

Xe had heard about the hyumaahnz before, xir kin in other spaceships have talked at lenght of how useful they were, their apendages called “haandz” made engineering easier and faster, apparently hyumaanhz ships were extremelly detailed, so xe was enthusiastic about what they could do in Het'che'l.

The first time Kohet'ch saw the hyumaahnz, xe was surprised and taken aback, they were so tiny! no taller than xir younglings! surely this hyumaahnz were to be held inside the ship at all times! good thing both hyumaahnz were in the engineering sector!

Kohet'ch tought that the hyumaahnz’s were adorable, their haandz moved at speeds that no other could rival, both used a weird communication form by moving the fur over their ocular globes and everyone had noted that Hyumaahn IamLia had a certain “look” that brought Hyumaahn IsLeo to his “metaphorical knees” (according to Hyumaahnz IamLia).

The day cycle that Hyumaahnz IamLia and Hyumaahnz IsLeo went to the padded room reserved for security training, everybody aboard the ship decided to go and see what the pair were up to, because surely they were not trying to do what the security team did as part of their rutine?, to their collected relief, neither hyumaahnz thought of grabbing the weapons, instead they stood infront of one another and after a few seconds of stillness, both of them moved towards the other.
To say that the crew was horrofied was an understatement, everybody had heard that hyumaahnz were the axe predators of Sol 3, but that had been comet cycles ago! they were supossed to be civilized! but the grace and force the hyumaahnz were moving with scared them all. Hyumaahn IamLia grabbed Hyumaahnz IsLeo aarmz, turned around and somehow used it to throw IsLeo over her shoulder making IsLeo land on his back, wasting no time she pined him to the floor with a footh on his baack and pressing his aarmz until Hyumaahn IsLeo said “I yield” only then did Hyumaahnz IamLia let him go.

A night cycle after what the hyumaahnz called “sparing/friendly match” there was a port planet stop, the first one they had since the hyumaahnz boarded the ship, no one thought of telling the hyummahnz to stay in the ship, as was their original intention after seeing most of the crew members tower over (the scary as yenglos (a rather terrifing race of carnivorous animals that was endemical to Kohet'ch planet)) tiny hyumaahnz.


“Tell me… Do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls?”


Is it bad that I love Navy?

I really liked this episode. And I know that some of you are gonna say it’s filler, but I disagree.

Best moments:
1)Lapis and Peridot watching the sunrise.
2)Lapis losing it over Navy’s pseudo-cuteness.

1) Navy being salty.
2) Garnet being nonchalant about Navy running off with the ship.

Navy is gonna gather up the other Rubies and finally make their report (that apparently no one has missed). The report will probably speed up the Diamonds going to Earth.

It was good for Steven to realize that not everybody was going to see his point of view and just fall in love with Earth.
What did you think?

The party’s only just getting started

This was requested anonymously. I hope you enjoy!

Requests: “Could I please request a fanfic where reader is hugging Archie at a party or something and FP walks in a catches them and then finds the reader later on a “punishes” her or something? (Whatever you’re able to write I’ll be fine with thankssss)”

“some more FP smut would be greatly appreciated👀️ I can’t wait for season 2 to start💗💗💗

“REQUEST Keen for some Fred Andrews x Reader smutttt and FP x Reader smutttttt!!! If you’re still available to request from and whatnot. Its so sad no one finds fred daddy material :( makes me sad. But honestly thanks if you do!”

The reader is legal age (18/19).


The gang had decided to throw Jughead a surprise party but it didn’t work out too good. Jughead hated surprises, especially ones that involved big crowds. Cheryl and Chuck had shown up with half the school and two huge keggers. I was currently with Archie, trying to talk Jughead to come back to the party.

“Come on, Juggy! Betty worked really hard on this party. The least you could do is pretend that you want to be there.” I begged Jug as he continued to pet the dog, ignoring my pleas. I stood up with a groan before walking over to Archie and putting my head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arms around me when a knock came to the door.

“It’s open,” Jughead muttered out as FP walked in. I turned to see him glaring at Archie. “Dad?” Jughead questioned before Archie and I stood up straight.

“Mr. Jones, hey. How are you?” Archie questioned while I just smiled at him.

“Hey, baby.” You see everyone knew we were together. FP and I really didn’t give two shits if people accepted it as long as we were happy nothing else mattered.

“Hello, son. Archie.” FP muttered Archie’s name before turning to me. “(Y/N). What are you all doing out here when the party’s in there?” FP questioned to his son, turning his attention away from me.

“Jughead doesn’t want to go to the party and (Y/N) and I were trying to talk him into going.” FP nodded with the same glare spread across his face.

“Well, Jug. You should go enjoy the party with your friends.” FP said turning to his son. Jughead shook his head.

“No, thank you,” Jughead replied before turning his attention back to the dog. FP sighed.

“Where can I put this?” FP questioned holding up a gift box. I smiled as I removed myself from Archie’s grip.

“I’ll show you.” I walked next to FP while he immediately wrapped his arm around my waist.

“I’ll be back,” FP said as he glanced back to Jug before we headed out the door and on the way to the house. “What was that?” FP snapped while his grip tightened.

“What was what?” I questioned. FP stopped mid-walk, he walked in front of me with his eyes wide.

“That thing! With the Andrews kid!” I smiled to myself before replying.

“Are you jealous?” FP raised his eyebrow at me as he chuckled.

“Me? Jealous?! In your dreams, little girl.” It was now my turn to raise my eyebrow at the older man.

“Oh really? Well, if you’re not jealous, then you won’t mind if I spent the rest of my night hanging with Archie.” I said grabbing a hold of a passing Archie.

“(Y/N)? Mr. Jones. Something wrong?” Archie asked while I still held a hold of his arm.

“Oh no, Arch. I was just telling FP, that I was going to hang with you all night and he has nothing to worry about.” Archie nodded his head in agreement before turning to FP.

“Trust me, Mr. Jones. I’ll keep her safe, you have nothing to worry about.” FP clenched his jaw as I grabbed Archie’s arm and headed for his house. As we were going in Jughead ran passed us and headed for the door.

“Jug!” I yelled as he continued walking. I glanced at Archie before making our way down the hall after him. Cheryl and Chuck blocked the door before Jughead could leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Cheryl snapped.

“Out of here. Move.” Jughead replied. Cheryl and Chuck chuckled before Cheryl reached behind her and locked the door.

“Not before we play our little game.” Archie and I exchanged looks before Jug spoke up.

“What game?” Jughead questioned.

“You’ll see. Now, everybody listens up! We’re going to play a little game so everybody needs to get into the living room asap!” Archie lead me into the living room as we took a seat next to Betty and Veronica. “We’re going to play a game called, ‘Secrets and Sins. It’s a little twist from truth or dare. I’ll start it with… Veronica Lodge.” As the Cheryl went on tormenting Veronica. I sat in between Betty and Archie when Chuck spoke up.

“I guess, it’s my turn. I choose Betty Cooper.”

“Leave her alone Chuck.” Archie snapped as Chuck chuckled.

“You might get a free peep show every night, Archie but you don’t know the real Betty Cooper.” I felt Betty tense up while Chuck continued. “Everyone knows why I got suspended but what you don’t know is that she dressed up like a hooker, in this God-awful black wig and handcuffed me to the jacuzzi.” I glanced at Betty to see a single tear streak down her face. Anger boiled within me as I stood up.

“Hey, Chuck! Why don’t you learn to take your own advice and shut the fuck up because none of us want to hear it!” I snapped out before Cheryl began to walk my way.

“You’re one to talk serpent slut! Your boyfriend is what? Twenty, twenty-five years older than you? You can’t say-” I reached my hand up before slapping her across the face as Jughead punched Chuck. FP and a few other guys pulled Chuck and Jughead off each other before kicking everyone out. I began to walk over to Betty.

“Hey, are you alright?” Betty surprised me by standing up and pulling me into a hug.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N).” I chuckled before hugging her back.

“You’re welcome. It’s time they got a taste of their own medicine.” Betty smiled as she nodded her head. I glanced behind her to see Jughead standing there. “Ah, listen to Hun. I got to get going but I think there’s someone who’s wanting to talk to you.” I said pointing at her. Betty glanced back before nodding her head.

“Alright, see you tomorrow?” I nodded before hugging her one more time and heading for the door. I walked out the door to see Archie leaning on his porch.

“Arch!” I yelled as he turned to face me with a smile.

“(Y/N). Sorry about Cheryl, she can be a real…”

“Bitch?” I questioned, finishing his sentence. Archie chuckled before nodding his head.

“Yeah, exactly. I think FP’s waiting on you.” Archie said pointing towards FP who was leaning against his truck.

“I should go.” I reached over and wrapped my arms around him. “It was a great party. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Archie hugged me back before we pulled away with a smile and a nod. I walked down the steps and over to FP. I immediately wrapped my arms around FP’s neck.

“Hey, baby.” FP’s hands gripped my waist before turning us around and slamming my hips against his truck before roughly kissing me. I kissed FP back with the same amount of roughness until we were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

“FP Jones. What are you doing on this side of the tracks?” I sighed as FP let go of my hips and turned to face Alice Cooper.

“I am trying to celebrate my son’s birthday while spending some quality time with my girl before you rudely interrupted.” Alice glanced at me with a look of disgust.

“Can’t you do that on your side of the tracks?” I rolled my eyes before speaking up.

“Can’t you mind your own business?” I snapped at her as she stared at me in shock.

“Excuse me? Do you know who you’re talking too?” Alice questioned still in shock.

“I do actually. I’m talking to an ex Southside slut who got knocked up after the high school prom by a rich douche bag and made it big by mooching off him. Now, if you don’t mind, we were in the middle of something and we’d like to get back to it.” I snapped before removing myself from FP’s grip and heading for his truck. I opened the door before closing it behind me. FP walked around the truck before doing the same.

“Well, baby that was hot,” I smirked to myself as FP continued. “But that doesn’t mean you won’t be getting punished for flirting with the Andrews kid.” I felt my panties get wetter at his words. FP started up his truck before glancing at me with a smirk and taking off.

We pulled up to his trailer while he parked the truck. I opened the door as FP blocked my way. He reached up into the truck before hauling me out and lifting me into his arms.

“Save your strength, because tomorrow you won’t be able to walk.” I blushed at his comment as he continued to make his way up to his front door. Holding me against his chest he dug around his pocket for his key before unlocking the door. We walked in as FP kicked the door shut. “Pick your place.” I stopped and thought for a moment.

“The bedroom.” FP nodded his head. He made his way to the bedroom with me still in his arms. We walked into his room as he threw me down onto the bed. “Not going on easy me, are you?” FP chuckled before shaking his head.

“Not even a little bit, baby girl.” I giggled at him. “Now, strip for me.” I raised an eyebrow at him while I propped myself onto my elbows.

“What if I say no?” FP chuckled before leaning down on the bed as he looked at me with his lustful eyes.

“I’ll rip all these clothes off you. One by one. And then I’ll take you against the wall and pound into you until you never can walk again.” I moaned at his words.

“Fine… Daddy.” FP’s eyes rolled back into his head in pleasure. I slid off the bed and began to slide off my jacket, FP stood up and turned around. I reached up before pushing him onto the bed. I slid my hands down to the bottom of my shirt, taking a hold of it and pulling it off. Leaving me in my black lace bra and blue skinny jeans. FP reached his hands up to touch me as I slapped them away. “No touching.” I reached down to the bottoms of my jeans and undoing them. Sliding them down my legs revealing my matching black lace panties. I walked over to FP, putting one leg one each side of him until I was straddling him. “What now?… Daddy.”

“Fuck, baby girl. I love it when you call me that but it still doesn’t make up for flirting with the Andrews kid.” FP flipped me over in his lap. So, that my stomach was flat against his knees. “We won’t be needing these,” FP said ripping my panties off and throwing them across the room. His warm hand came to my bum as he began to knead my cheek before laying a hard slap across it. I squealed out in pleasure and pain. “I want you to count each slap.” I nodded furiously. FP slapped me again, this time harder.

“O-one.” FP rubbed the spot before doing it again.

“Two.” This continued for six more slaps. My cheek was red and numb when FP finished. I sat up before turning myself around on his lap.

“You took your punishment so well, baby girl. I think it’s now time for you to get a reward for your good behavior.” FP said whispering into my ear. He stood up with me still wrapped around his waist. FP turned around before kneeling on the bed and laying me down.

“These need to go,” I said tugging at his belt. Undoing the loops, one by one.

“You got it,” FP said ripping down his pants before doing the same with his shirt.

“I’m on the pill, by the way,” I said winking at him.

“Fuck! First, you started calling me daddy and now this. If you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager seeing a tit for the first time.” I giggled before pulling him down to my lips and pressing a kiss to his. Our lips moved together while FP’s hand slid between us and lined himself up with my entrance. He pushed into me as I moaned into the kiss. FP began to thrust going harder and deeper with each thrust.

“Fuck daddy!” I moaned out which made FP speed up.

“Fuck baby! Who makes you feel this good?!” FP moaned out as his thrusts picked up the pace.

“You do!” I screamed out feeling my climax beginning to rise.

“What was that?!” FP moaned out as my climax hit.

“Fuck! YOU FP! I’M C-C-COMING!” I screamed out. FP’s thrust began to become sloppy until he slammed into me one more time. FP fell limp before hauling out and laying beside me. I rolled over until I was laying on his chest.

“I’m sorry for flirting with Archie. I wasn’t trying too.” FP smiled. Lifting his hand, he took a hold of my chin and pulled me up until I was looking at him.

“That doesn’t matter. All that matters now is that we’re together and we’re happy.” I smiled before nodding my head in agreement.

“You’re right, I love you, FP Jones.”

“And I love you (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

Their Amy; His Liebling (pt. 4)

(Sorry, everyone! I know I usually post something by now, but it’s been a rough morning! Have some adorable, Ego domestic life!)

It’s lunchtime, and some of the Egos are already gathered in the kitchen in search of sustenance when Mark walks in. To say they all stop what they’re doing to stare is a bit of an understatement. Silver actually drops his freshly baked pie, and Bim pours milk until his glass is overflowing in his hand.

The Host steps in behind Mark and sighs. “Not again, Silver.”

The superhero Ego finally stops gaping at Mark and looks down at his ruined pie. “Oh, I guess I wasn’t really paying attention.” He leaves to get the mop and bucket.

Bim finally stops pouring milk and looks down at the soiled cuff of his suit before sighing and setting the glass aside. “You didn’t bring Amy with you, did you?”

Mark shakes his head a little. “Sorry.”

Wilford, head stuck in the refrigerator, stands suddenly. There’s a muffled bang when his head hits the inside of the fridge before Wilford spins around. “Who ate the last of my lasagna?”

“You ate it yesterday, Will. Remember? No one else would touch your food.” Bim pulls a box of Poptarts down from the pantry and starts nibbling on one while he sips his milk. “I’m afraid we don’t have much in the way of food.”

“It’s fine,” Host says, pulling Wilford away from the refrigerator by his suspenders. “I’ll make something.”

This has quite the effect on the other Egos, Mark notices. Bim’s eyes go wide. “Are you going to make enough for everybody?”

Host shrugs. “Sure, I don’t see why not.” The Host gestures towards Bim. “Get the skillet. I don’t know where it is anymore.” Bim runs to find the skillet. Usually they have to hide if from Wilford after he watches “Tangled,” so it’s most likely in Google’s office. “And you,” Host gestures to Wilford, “get me a big bowl, some milk, two eggs, and the cinnamon. I swear if you try to snort it again, I’ll let Red incinerate you.”

Wilford starts rustling around for the necessary ingredients, and Mark stands back as Silver reappears with a spatula to scrape up the pie and the mop. “I’ll take that,” Host says, plucking the spatula from Silver’s hand, “Please, don’t use my spatula to scrape food off the floor.”

Host narrates softly as he searches for something and then smiles triumphantly when he finds a loaf of bread. “How do you feel about French toast?” he directs the question towards Mark.

“It’s… good?” Mark answers, not meaning for it to come out as a question.

“Good,” Host says. Wilford hands him the bowl full of ingredients, and Host begins carefully mixing them together. Bim sets the skillet on the oven and turns up the heat. Without even asking what he turned it on, Host reaches over and turns the eye down a bit. “Bim burns everything,” he explains to Mark before he can even ask.

Silver finally gets the remains of the pie cleaned up before Wilford can start eating it off the floor. “Can I be of any assistance, Host?”

Host starts soaking the pieces of bread in the bowl and nods towards the formal dining room off the kitchen. “Sure, go set the table for everyone. I can hear the Doctor coming now.” Host places two pieces of bread carefully in the sizzling skillet, avoiding burning his fingers. “And don’t forget the syrup! Keep it away from Wilford until I get the toast done!”

Wilford makes a face at the Host’s back. “I can sense you doing that, Wilford. Go have a seat while I finish up.”

Mark laughs a bit to himself as Wilford stalks off, and he grabs some plates for Host to put the French toast on when it’s done. “Is this normally how lunch goes around here?”

Host shrugs. “We don’t always have breakfast for lunch, if that’s what you mean.”

The Doctor walks into the kitchen a moment later. “Host, French toast, really? That’s not very healthy.”

“It’s got eggs in it,” Host argues. “Besides, you can put fruit on yours, if you want.” Dr. Iplier shrugs and goes to find a spot at the table.

Mark watches him go and then looks back to the Host. “I didn’t know you could cook, Host. This is impressive.”

“If you want extra pieces of toast, you can just ask. No need to butter me up,” the Host replies flatly as he begins to plate the food. “Speaking of butter, grab some, will you? And please,” Host says, flipping a piece of toast in the skillet, “don’t eat it.”

Mark gasps a little in surprise as he reaches into the fridge for the butter. “Host! I didn’t know you watched my videos!” He can’t even imagine how the Host would watch his videos, but he thinks it would be rude to ask.

The Host shakes his head. “Shut up and sit down before you make me burn this.” But as Mark leaves, he sees the little smile on Host’s face, and it makes him smile, too.

does anyone else think about how fandoms are like cities?

you got your big, bustling ones that are really diverse and busy, maybe a little hard to navigate and full of crime, good areas and bad areas. the locals know the hot spots and how to get around

then the mid-range towns with big city attitudes even though they’re not big cities, a few local hubs of activity, the crazy dude ranting about stuff on the street corner who makes people uncomfortable

and then the small spot towns where everybody knows everybody, you can’t go out without seeing somebody you know, and there’s only one grocery store

Hunter x Hunter Asks

Had some extra time on my hands so here you go~ Feel free to add if you want!

1. What kind of nen user do you think you would be? (enhancer, transmuter, emitter etc.)

2. What would your Hatsu (nen ability) be?

3. Who would you want to teach you about nen?

4. Who is your favorite HxH character?

5. Who is your LEAST favorite HxH character?

6. If you had to travel with any character, who would that be?

7. If you could kill any HxH character, who would that be?

8. Out of the many characters that have been killed off, which would you most like to bring back to life?

9. Would you want to be a Hunter? If so, what kind?

10. What’s your favorite moment of the series?

11. Least favorite moment of the series?

12. If you were made into a Chimera Ant, what kind of animal(s) do you think you would be mixed with?

13. Who do you think would make the most interesting Chairman of the Hunter’s Association? (I can’t wait to see which of you says Tonpa or Hisoka 😂)

14. Which fight(s) do you like the most?

15. If you could be in a relationship (of any kind) with any character, who would that be?

16. If you ship any characters, what are your OTPs?

17. What are your NOTPs?

18. What’s your favorite headcanon about any character?

19. How did you discover HxH?

20. How long have you been in the fandom?

21. I know the full dub hasn’t been released, but based on what we have do you prefer the dub or the sub?

22. Have you read the manga or watched the 1999 version of the anime?

23. Do you prefer the manga or the anime?

24. Which character would you cosplay if you could?

25. Which character do you identify with (or as) the most?

26. Which character do you think you would most likely to call if you were drunk at 3 a.m.?

27. Which character would you least want to run into if THEY were drunk?

28. On the other hand, which character would you most likely want to get drunk?

29. If you had a chance to set up a stage of the Hunter Exam, what kind of challenge would you think up?

30. If you could make a card for Green Island, what would that card be?

hey so i was kinda nonplussed about the whole thing up until about an hour ago, but like i’ve got a degree now? i’ve got a degree! (with honours, /first class/ [chorus]: oooooh) that’s kinda cool, isn’t it? i think that’s kinda cool

Twenty Three Kisses | A Birthday Blurb

On the occasion of Harry’s 23rd Birthday, everything I want for him.

It’s officially 1 February in the UK so it’s allowed. This sits in the Fireproof universe (oh what’s that I hear you say? A Fireproof update?!) but it could easily standalone. I hope you like it x

“One.” His forehead. “Two.” His nose. “Three.” His cheek. “Four.” His jaw.

A wake up whine escapes his throat.

“Five.” His right collarbone. “Six.” His left. “Seven.” Right on his Adam’s apple. “Eight.” His right nipple. “Nine.” His left.

Another whine. “What’re yeh doin’?” It’s lazy.

“Ten.” His third nipple. “Eleven.” His fourth. “Twelve.” Right above his belly button. “Thirteen.” The left fern on his hip. “Fourteen.” The right. “Fifteen.” His happy trail. “Sixteen.” On the hand resting across his stomach. “Seventeen.” His tiger tattoo. “Eighteen.” His naked inner thigh. “Nineteen.” The other thigh.

“Hey…” he stirs again.

“Twenty.” His balls. “Twenty one.” His shaft. “Twenty two.” The tip.

You move yourself up to his face where you began.

“Twenty three.” His lips. “Twenty three wake up kisses for the birthday boy.”

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High Points Of This Ep

•That Kara vs Clark fight
•Trial-by-combat Kara Zor-El Danvers, because fuck you Tiara Lady
•Winn having such a crush on Clark
•Winn is everybody’s child at the DEO
•Supercousins going to see Cat
•Lena is a badass
•Lena is super into Kara and has forgotten the existence of subtle
•Cat Knows™
•Lena and Winn brotp
•Mon Hell is gone. For a rlly fucking long time please?
•Sanvers. Oh. My. Fucking. Rao. I’m dead.
•Cat gives Kara a whole speech about love and stuff
•Cat has read all Kara’s articles
•Basically the entire speech was pulled out of a fanfic and glued together with the power of love(and some laser vision)
•Demon-Child Kryptonian thing(with red on their pod because Red is Evil)