“Maybe there’s a universe out there
— where we end up together. Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you.
” - Gaby Dunn
please reblog this if you’re pro-shaladin, or at least are not anti-shaladin. i need to know that there are more of us out there, shipping and multishipping and seeing shiro happy with his paladins. also i want more shaladin-positive blogs to follow.
This almost looks like Kara is talking to a memory of Cat, a vision.
Why else would Cat be sitting in a dirty alleyway like that? It’s not something Cat would do casually.
This looks like Kara’s final moments with the ghost of her hero.
“Why did it have to be this way, Cat? Why did you have to come back just to leave me again?” Kara asks. She’s tired. She’s cried every tear possible, and now all she can feel is exhaustion.
“I’ll never really leave you, Kara. You should know better. I’m going to haunt you til the end of your days for keeping this secret from me as long as you did.” Cat’s trademark smirk is beautiful and fragile and something about it breaks Kara’s heart further than she thought possible.
“I didn’t want to. I wanted to tell you. I just didn’t know how. Every time you looked at me, I guess… I guess I thought you already knew. There was a spark in your eyes, Cat. There was something there.” Kara shuffles her foot in the gravel of the alleyway, glancing downward, unsure.
“There was something there, you’re right,” Cat said slowly.
Grantaire in oversized sweaters with loose sleeves that hang past his hands with faint paint splatters on them from when he made a mess and forgot to clean it up; with white jeans that are ripped at the knees; with colourful converse; with flowers in his hair.
Enjolras with blue jeans that are always immaculately clean; with a red and white letterman jacket; with dark combat boots.
Sometimes, Enjolras will wear Grantaire’s sweaters. They’re even bigger on him, and it makes Grantaire smile as bright as the sun, and his eyes reflect the moon. It makes him want to paint the beauty he sees in front of him.
When Enjolras sees how happy it makes Grantaire, he starts wearing the sweaters more, putting flowers in his hair, being a soft boy- and Grantaire is sad, because Enjolras has stolen his clothes, (but he still is cute) so he steals his letterman jacket.
It’s never a secret. For the first time in Kara’s thirteen years on Earth, there’s no great revelation. There isn’t anything to reveal.
This weight that she’s carried with her into every relationship outside the Danvers that she’s ever tried to build since she landed—it suddenly becomes inconsequential, when they’re together. The fact that Kara is Kryptonian, that she is Supergirl. The distinction between Kara Danvers and Kara Zor-El and National City’s resident hero. The deception; the disguise.
There’s no pretense between them, no pretending, no parts to play. They meet in the ring as Supergirl and Miss Martian, and then a few days later Kara Danvers shows up at the alien bar—and M’gann knows. It’s not something she needs to deduce or figure out after they’ve known each other a while. She just looks at Kara and she knows—it’s just a simple unconscious observation, as clear to see as the gold of Kara’s hair or the blue of her eyes.
M’gann slides Kara an Aldebaran rum and Kara doesn’t even realize that she’s still wearing her glasses.