how i remember alex

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I just want a moment where Alex helps tuck in a strand of Sam’s hair that slipped out since Magnus and the others can’t
(Even though official art Sam got her hair peeking out already)

Because as a muslim who went to school with the majority of it muslim, you’ll eventually experience the moment when your friend helps fix your hijab

Also, extra of Magnus and Amir getting overwhelmed by the sparkles

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#Gotta love seeing Meredith supporting Jolex AND Jo (✿◠‿◠)

  • Magnus: *jokingly* So how's the prettiest person in the world?
  • Alex: I dunno. How are you?
  • Magnus: *chokes*
  • Alex: *oops* jUST rEmeMBeRED!!¡¡ pOTTerY tO Do!!!! gOTtA gO!!!
  • Alex: *walks away*
  • Magnus: Did she really mean that?
  • Alex: Did I really mean that?
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  • Kara: i accidentally told lena i was supergirl last night
  • Alex: what do you mean you 'accidentally' told her
  • Kara: well you know how i went out for drinks with her
  • Alex: yes. and i remember telling you not to get too drunk. i knew you would say something. i knew this would happen.
  • Kara: um we were both a little drunk and lena wanted supergirl's number because she wanted to borrow her cape
  • Alex:
  • Kara: and then i gave her Supergirl's number
  • Alex: so basically you gave her your own number
  • Kara: ... yes
  • Alex: ok. it's ok we can just tell her you were joking. you don't have supergirl's number.
  • Kara: and then i showed her my cape and she tried it on
  • Alex: oh my god.
  • Kara: and i flew. for like a second. just a quick float.
  • Alex: kara!
  • Kara: what! i wanted to impress her!
  • Alex: ughhhhhhhhgh. fine. you're telling J'onn.

anonymous asked:

Do you know of any College or coffee shop AU sanvers fics? I think I've read literally everything sanvers that you've written (all of which have been amazing - so thanks a billion and one times!!)

I have a bunch of college ones, but here, have a coffee shop and college one!

She can’t quite figure out if the girl’s hair is red or brown or something in between.

She can’t quite figure it out, but she knows she gets jealous of the girl’s own fingers when she rakes it through her hair distractedly as she’s studying.

And she’s always studying.

It’s like the coffee is incidental, like the people coming and going around her are incidental.

She’s always studying.

Always studying, her lips moving slightly as she pieces through a particularly difficult equations.

Or, they look like difficult equations, anyway – looks like astrophysics, to be precise – whenever Maggie passes by to bring lattes and mochas and cappuccinos to customers nearby the studying girl with the tantalizing hair color.

The tantalizing face. The tantalizing body. The tantalizing way of moving, of muttering to herself. Of taking her glasses off – god, those glasses – to rub her eyes every now and again. The tantalizing way of focusing, focusing, so diligently. 

It’s been a week, now, that she’s been coming into the coffee shop Maggie pays the bills in between forensics lab and political science class.

It’s been a week, and Maggie doesn’t even know if she’s into girls, but dammit, she’ll never forgive herself if she doesn’t try. 

Because there’s something about this girl. A pull. An irresistible pull. 

And Maggie can’t help but wonder if it’ll work in the other direction.

She waits until Alex closes her textbook – she was right, it is astrophysics – not wanting to disturb her brain flow.

“Excuse me,” she says, voice so low, so constricted, that the girl doesn’t hear her. She curses internally, clears her throat softly, and repeats herself, louder this time.

The girl looks up.

“Oh, I’m sorry, do you need that seat? Here, I can move my stuff, I – “

“No, no, you’re fine, I’m sorry, I just – hi. I’m Maggie.”

The girl blinks and takes her glasses off, and god, are her eyes gorgeous.

“Alex,” she says, confident but unsure why this girl – this really, really, really pretty girl – is talking to her.

Maggie turns the name over and over in her head, and decides that she needs to taste it on her own lips.

“Alex,” she repeats, and she revels in the feeling. “Well um, I… I don’t mean to be a creep, but I work here, and you’ve been coming in here a lot this past month, and I… I am… rambling. Sorry – “

“No, no, you’re fine. Usually I’m the one rambling around really pretty girls. Not that I’m calling myself pretty, I mean, I was… I didn’t mean…”

“Were you saying I’m pretty?” Maggie asks, her voice nearly cracking.

“I… it… I mean of course I was, have you ever looked into a mirror, Maggie?” Alex asks, and Maggie decides she never wants to hear her name come from anyone else’s lips again, because god, does it sound perfect when Alex says it.

Alex, Alex, Alex.

She blushes deeply when Alex’s words sink into her skin.

“I… I just wanted to know… well, if you ever wanted to get coffee when you’re not studying astrophysics – I’m in forensics, myself, so see, maybe we’ll have stuff to talk about, science and all – I could take you… out. Take you out. To coffee. Or not. Or whatever you wanted. I – “

“I would love to, Maggie. Go out with you.”

Maggie remembers how to breathe. “I swear I’m usually not this rambly.”

Alex laughs, and it’s the most gorgeous sound Maggie’s ever heard. “I swear I am usually much more rambly than I am now. My little sister will be proud. I’ve managed not to make too big a loser out of myself.”

“You couldn’t be a loser if you tried.”

“Get to know me first before making that judgment, Maggie,” Alex chuckles, and Maggie blushes again.

“I’m trying to!”

Alex bites the inside of her cheek and puts her glasses back on, staring up at Maggie for a long, flirtatious moment that has Maggie forgetting every word she’s ever known and every thought she’s ever had.

“Well,” Alex starts, breaking eye contact but not breaking the spell. “I have to go pick up my sister from high school, but uh… when you want to see me again… outside of all this… you let me know, alright?” 

She presses a napkin with a phone number and her name, hastily but carefully written, into Maggie’s hand.

“I will, Alex. I will,” Maggie promises as Alex gathers her things and blushes as she stands.

“Good,” she almost whispers. “See you soon, I hope.”

“You will. You will. Alex.”

Maggie whispers her name like a prayer, and clings to the napkin like a saving grace.

She floats the entire rest of the day, and, across town, so does Alex.

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calcio series [1/?] → SPAL

On May 16, 1968, during the last match of the season, Juventus midfielder Gianfranco Zigoni scored the goal that sealed the fate of Società Polisportiva Ars et Labor (SPAL) and relegated them down to the lower tiers of Italian football. 49 years later, SPAL is on the verge of a historic return to Serie A - with Zigoni’s son Gianmarco playing a key role in the team’s comeback. 

One of the oldest teams in Italy, SPAL was founded in 1907 as the Circolo Ars et Labor by Pietro Acerbis, a Salesian priest in Ferrara. In 1913, they were renamed Società Polisportiva Ars et Labor. The team played in Serie A from 1920 to 1925, and then again from 1951 to 1968. The team was well-respected during its time in the top league, developing several young players and coaches who went on to have long and successful careers. Their continued success was attributed to one man, club president Paolo Mazza. When he died in 1981, the club went into a tailspin. Disastrous management forced the team to be refounded several times - most recently in 2013 when an extremely serious financial situation caused the team to merge with fourth-tier Giacomense and be renamed to SPAL 2013. 

Giacomense president Walter Mattioli, who headed his team for 25 years, became the new president of SPAL. He, along with his sporting director, have worked with the new owners of the team to make significant investments and avoid repeating the mistakes of their predecessors. In 2014, Leonardo Sempleci was appointed manager and led the team to win promotion to Serie B during the 2015/16 season. His tactics are characterized as clever and attack-minded, with a focus on unity and communication (it helps that all his players speak the same language - SPAL is the only team in Serie B comprised of only Italian players).  

SPAL has not lost a match since March - goalkeeper Alex Meret was tapped to join the Azzurri during international break, Sempleci has been linked as a replacement for Maurizio Sarri at Napoli, and plans are being made to renovate the Stadio Paolo Mazza to make it fit for hosting Serie A matches next year. And despite all the excitement, SPAL fans remain humble as ever. Ferrara journalist Mauro Malaguti says, “Nobody expected this, not even the most optimistic of fans.” After waiting nearly half a century, SPAL fans will finally have a reason to celebrate - their team is on track to secure their promotion to the top flight of Italian football once again.

Alex Krycek?? nah what a jerk what a— [trips] [hundreds of photos of Krycek spill out of jacket] w-what a fuckign asshole i these arent mine im just [gathering them up frantically sweating] listen i just listen fuck [thousands of pictures of Krycek scatter across the floor] shit fcuk im holding them for a friend just listen

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More observational stuff and spoiler alerts if anyone isn’t all caught up. 

Amos and Alex make an interesting pair. I’ll admit I was iffy about Amos Burton at first. Remember how he had Alex in a headlock during their stay on the Donnager? Not long after that it’s behind them and they’re acting like besties hanging out in the bar. During season 2 I’m glad we get to see a closer look into Amos’ character. When Alex ends up in a bar fight he’s clearly losing, Amos comes to the rescue in full mama bear rage mode. Amos later explains to Alex something about three types of people. The guys who are bad, the people who protect, and the people who need protection. That being Alex, something he resents. A different incident where Amos pushes a woman to the ground, scaring her son, he is horrified at his mistake, and walks away. Proof he’s not a psycho without a moral compass after all. IMO he’s very much the den mother of the Rocinante. 

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Sorry, I have a bit more I wanna post xp

1.) Little Pip with newborn Angie and tired but happy parents <3

2-4) So, in @quantum-oddity‘s Everybody Lives AU, Alex and Eliza end up having a baby girl (named Rachel) instead of Pip 2.0. And I remember one headcanon post she did about how Alex hates the winter and makes it a point to go extra with bundling up Rachel. So that’s that xp

5.) Modern!Theo Burr, or at least one design of her

6-8) Pippa sketches!!

More to come ;D

Kara blinks, and her face melts from the serious expression it had to a soft smile. “To answer your question, no, I’m not dating anyone right now.”

“Do you want to be?” Kara asks it with wide vulnerable eyes, her hand turning upward to grab ahold of Lena’s by the fingers. “I think I might want to be. Dating, I mean. Dating with you.”

“Kara,” Lena breathes out, the words sit so heavy in the air that Lena chokes on it for a second. “What are you saying?”

“According to,” Kara squints at her screen again, “Urban Dictionary dot com, a date is two people sharing an activity together with the possibility of romance.”

“You looked up date on Urban Dictionary?” Lena wants to laugh, but the reality of the conversation has finally caught up to her and she’s having trouble remembering how to breathe.

Kara shrugs. “Well, I tried to ask Alex, but she wasn’t all that helpful.”

For a brief moment, Lena wonders if maybe she’s still asleep. Or maybe she’s been drugged or something. “Are you asking me on a date?” It feels important to clarify, if only for Lena’s brain to start working reasonably again.

“I would like to explore the possibility of romance with you,” Kara says quietly and Lena’s heartbeat picks up pace so quickly that she’s sure she’s about to have a stroke.

BIIIIIIITCH

sometimes i think about how much i love alex danvers and then i remember she’s a LESBIAN she hates every man that’s ever looked at her and she loves girls she loves having sex w them she’s GAY and then i love her impossibly more. and by sometimes i mean it’s a nightly ritual