i hope she likes these

imagine Supergirl becoming a lesbian icon after Leslie’s radio broadcast

just all the lesbians in National City being like, “omg I HOPE SHE’S ONE OF US” and analyzing her wardrobe choices and everything else and having insanely in-depth twitter wars about it and there are photoshops of Kara with a rainbow cape getting passed around tumblr

and then Alex starts dating Maggie, who is not in on the Kara Danvers secret yet, and she’s trying to introduce Alex to Lesbian Culture, right?

so one day she’s like, “you’ve got to have a little bit of a crush on Supergirl, otherwise they revoke your lesbian license. I don’t make the rules. Admit it, she’s hot”



Roughly sketches of Human Diana in some cute 50’s clothes @miikedrop

okay but like its so obvious she stole the baby cakes thing from larry cause who else says that but them lol like I hope she fucking chokes.

anonymous asked:

Tbh though since we did find out Keith's mom was Galra I hope they don't do something cliche like she was Zarkon/Thace or Lotor's long lost love and she fell for Keith's dad instead (lookin' at you GOT)

Same. I’m desperate for anything at this moment. I have hopes she’ll could be a badass warrior. If Keith appearing human is due to magic it be interesting if she practice in it. Some are thinking the Galra Keith helped could be his mother.

anonymous asked:

Ashley is super bitter about Oli. she once posted a snap and used the filter where u put a person's face on yours and she put his and mocked his face, there was a post calling Oli ugly and trash and Ashley commented "LOL" and she wasnt even tagged!

Well gosh, isn’t it lucky that she met that rando in the UK who has her EXACT same wretched face and they’re apparently soulmates after like 4 days. How sweet.  BARF. 

I hope she’s still pining for Oli, she deserves it. 

On Raven’s Wings (Gerard Way x Male!Reader)

So, this is a new request, however, this time itโ€™s no written by me! Iโ€™m not very familiar with Gerard Way, so I decided to ask my best friend @yorkshireenteasiast to write this for me, since she is the biggest MCR nerd ever. She wrote it and I edited it, so it still fits my writing style-
I hope you all like it! :) Please, follow my friend, because she is awesome and obviously a great friend for helping me like this!

Wordcount: 1,300+
Warnings: none (M/N) is a major geek in this one

It all started off with one single comic book.

Well, it had to, regarding just how many of those (M/N) read. However, a month in-between issues lead to him visiting his local comic book store quite frequently, to find a new series he could seek comfort from. Heโ€™d even choose something completely unknown sometimes- It felt strangely good to know about works that even some comic maniacs had never heard of.

One of those was On Ravenโ€™s Wings.

He didnโ€™t know what to expect from the metal-themed outside, but hey, it was worth a try.

It turned out to be brutal, but in a way beautiful. The entirety of the five months until the release of the second issue in September, (M/N) read it over and over again; excited for the new details heโ€™d find and always remember afterwards. He couldnโ€™t remember when exactly he fell in love with author Garry Wayโ€™s writing style, he just knew that he was.

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isdorasmckle  asked:

I absolutely love your zayadora fic so I wasn't wondering if you do one for the prompt "I can't do this anymore" please? Thank you very much if you do decide to do it :)

Thanks for taking the time to read my last Zayadora fic and for requesting this one :) Sorry this took so long but I hope you like it!

He glances back at her as she stares off in thought, absentmindedly rubbing at the palm of her hand and he wonders if asking her to spend Christmas Eve with his family was a bad idea. He hadn’t exactly planned on it, blurting it out when they were talking about how they both planned on spending the holiday. Her parents were throwing an adult Christmas party that she was dreading so he simply suggested that she should spend the day with him and his family. She didn’t say anything for what felt like a full minute before sending him to the smoothie counter so that she could take some time to think.

“Two peppermint hot chocolates.”

He turns around to see Ms. Katy’s smiling face as she places two mugs on the counter. Her eyes look past him for a second and when she brings them back to him, there’s something different in her smile.

“You know what, these are on the house,” she says, sliding back the twenty he’d given her earlier. He stares down at it before shaking his head.

“I can’t—“

She holds up her hand to stop him.

“If I say on the house then it’s on the house. No questions asked.” She slides the twenty closer to him and he slips it into his pocket reluctantly.

“Thank you,” he says, sheepishly, taking a mug in each hand.

“Don’t mention it and good luck.” She offers him an encouraging nod in Smackle’s direction before he finally turns and heads over to the couch. Smackle raises her head as he approaches, wearing an anxious look on her face.

“Are you sure you want me to meet your parents?”

 “Yeah…if that’s okay with you?” He walks over and takes a seat next to her on the couch, setting the mugs down on the coffee table in front of them.

“But we’ve only been dating for a couple of months. This doesn’t seem too soon to you?”

He shakes his head because honestly, for him it isn’t soon enough. Sure, him and Smackle’s relationship came as a surprise to everyone, especially him, but now that they’re together, nothing has ever made more sense to him than being with her.  

“Look I know that spending Christmas Eve with my family is a big deal and I know that we agreed to take things slow but I really like you,” he says, taking both of her hands in his. “And my family really wants to meet the girl I can’t stop talking about.”

A small smile finds its way on her face and some of his unease fades away.

“Okay Isaiah,” she says, with a small smile. “I’ll meet your family.”

He pulls her in close, not being able to contain his excitement, and placing a kiss on her head.

“Well than it’s a date.”


“You ready?” he asks gently, reaching up to wipe away a snowflake that had landed on her glasses. She turns to look up at his apartment building and back to him, uncertainty reflecting in her eyes.

“We don’t have to go in right now if you don’t want to.”

She shakes her head, taking him by the hand.

“I’m ready.” She squares her shoulders, a determined smile on her face but he can sense her unease in how tight she’s squeezing his hand.

They head up to his apartment in silence, her hand still gripping his but when he reaches for the doorknob she stops him.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she says, the determination of her face already fading away.  “What if I mess this up somehow and they end up not liking me?”

“Not possible,” he says. “They’re gonna love you.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I…” He stops short, letting himself trail off and her eyes widen in question at what he’s leaving unsaid.

“Look, I know they’re gonna love you because how could they not,” he says, quickly regaining his composure. “You’re great.”

Her face relaxes into a smile then and she gives him a kiss on the cheek before turning back to the door with renewed confidence.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

They step through the door to see a mass of people crowding his living room; his older brother Aaron and Aaron’s best friend Jace having an intense game of Jenga, his little sister Emma building a gingerbread house with his cousins Jordan and Nathan, and his Aunt Liz sipping at a mug of eggnog and chatting with his parents near the kitchen. He steals a quick glance at Smackle who seems frozen in place by the sudden crowd and he can’t say that he isn’t just as taken back as she is. Aaron was supposed to be spending the holiday on campus and his Aunt Liz, Jordan and Nathan must have taken a last-minute flight from Texas to get here. He had told Smackle that it was just going to be his parents and little sister here tonight but what was going to be a small quiet get together had turned into something closer to a party.

“You must be Isadora,” his mom says, rushing over to them with a warm smile. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

Smackle extends a hand but his mom pulls her in for a hug instead and Smackle immediately tenses. When his mom finally pulls away, Smackle forces a smile on her face.”

“It’s nice to meet you to Mrs. Babineaux.”

“Please, you can call me Angie,” his mom says, placing a hand on her shoulder and leading her further into the living room. He trails behind as his mom goes on to introduce Smackle to the rest of the group.

“Well that’s everyone,” his mom says. “I’m headed back to the kitchen to throw the finishing touches on our meal for tonight so make yourself at home.”

Smackle gives a nod and seems to be relieved after his mom disappears into the kitchen. Knowing she needs a break, he finds them a quiet corner of the living room and they spend most of their time there, him cracking jokes to put her at ease. After a while, his mom comes out of the kitchen, announcing that the food is ready and the group all files around to dining table. Once everyone has settled in, his dad stands, giving a look of approval over everything.

“Before we eat, I’d like to go around the table and have everyone tell us one good thing that has happened to them this year.” He turns and looks at Smackle. “Since you are our guest, I was thinking that maybe you could start us off Isadora.”

“Um…well…” She flashes him an almost frantic look. “Well actually I have to go to the bathroom,” she says, standing up abruptly from her seat. “So, if you would please excuse me Babineaux family.”

She offers the table a tight-lipped smile before turning and heading into the hallway. He watches her leave and a twinge of concern squeezes at his stomach.

A hint of concern flashes over his dad’s face but he quickly moves on. The whole table shares the good things they’ve experienced this year and before long food is being passed around with still no sign of Smackle. His family slips into comfortable conversation and he takes this moment to slip away from the table. He heads down the hall, peeking in each room and finding each one empty. That is until he gets to his. He peeks his head in and find her sitting at the end of his bed, hand folded in her lap, her eyes focused on the wall in front of her.

“Izzy? Are you okay?”

She shakes her head.

 “I can’t do this anymore.”

 “Do what,” he asks, stepping further into the room, his concern growing. He moves closer to her, hoping she’ll look at him but she makes it a point not to.

“I can’t go back out there,” she says softly. “I’m sorry but I feel— “


She nods, glancing over at him nervously.

“It’s okay,” he says, taking a seat next to her. “You have nothing to be sorry about. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me. So, I’m sorry and you know what? We can stay in here as long as you want.”

She gives him a small smile.

“Thank you,” she says, resting her head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around her and they sit there together, him gently rocking them as he softly hums some of her favorite Christmas songs in her ear. They’re so perfectly comfortable together that neither even thinks about heading back out to join the group until there’s a light tap at his door.

“Do you guys wanna decorate cookie with me?”

Emma pokes her head into the room and he looks to Smackle for the answer.

“Of course we do,” she says, lifting her head from his shoulder.

Emma’s breaks out into a grin and she runs over and grabs her by the hand, and before he can stop her starts pulling Smackle off in the direction of the kitchen. Smackle stiffens the minute his sister takes hold of her but she turns and gives him a reassuring nod, giving in to Emma’s excitement. He enters the kitchen after them, walking in to see Emma already shoving a plate of cookies and a bowl of frosting Smackle’s way. He holds back for a moment, watching as they fall into conversation.

“So, Emma, are you excited to see what presents Santa is going to bring you tomorrow?”

Emma scrunches up her nose.

“I don’t believe in Santa anymore,” she says, matter-of-factly. “I know it’s just mommy and daddy. Besides I’m a big girl now so I’m too old to believe in Santa.” Emma pauses, looking up from her cookie. “Do you remember when you stopped believing in him?”

She watches Smackle, waiting for her to answer.

“Oh um…” She glances back at him, looking a little embarrassed. “I think I was about 12 when I finally stopped believing in him.”

A giggle escapes Emma’s lips and she goes back to spreading green frosting onto her Christmas tree shaped cookie.

“You’re weird.“

Smackle’s brow furrows, her face a little hurt.

“Hey that wasn’t very nice Em,” he says, coming over and putting his arm around her.

Emma looks over at him confused.

“Oh, I’m sorry Smackle. I didn’t mean it in a mean way,” she says innocently. “I meant it in a I like you kind of way.”

“It’s okay,” Smackle says, the crease in her brow relaxing. “I like you too.”

Emma’s smile widens, along with his own.

“Good,” Emma says, going back to frosting her cookie. “Because I really like having you around.”

“So do I,” he says, pulling her a little closer. She looks up at him with a soft smile, pausing for a second to give him a meaningful look.

“Do you want to know one good thing that’s happened to me this year?”

“Sure,” he says, his smile matching hers.

“It’s you.”

He leans down to kiss her, much to Emma’s annoyance, but he doesn’t care. She’s the one good thing that’s happened to him this year too and knowing that she feels the same way about him is all he can ever ask for.

ppl will say really nasty things like “i hate this bitch i hope she gets cancer” about celebrities or just women in their lives but like. the moment u say nazis and pedophiles deserve to die ppl are like “that’s so harsh.” 

how do i let kdin know i love and appreciate her

can Lena Luthor’s storyline be Asami Sato-inspired? not this bs of will-she-won’t-she-turn-evil-because-she’s-a-luthor. 

We already have Lex Luthor as Superman’s archenemy. why not try something new and have Lena Luthor be one of Supergirl’s greatest allies and one of Kara Danvers’ trusted friends

because honestly, a Super and a Luthor working together for the greater good has the potential of being one of the most beautiful things that could happen in the show

What was the point of the last 8 years? It’s breaking my heart to think of the massive strides made in electing our country’s first black president not once but twice, only for him to possibly be followed up by a racist, misogynistic, under-qualified bigot. This goes so far beyond political parties. This is about right and wrong.