it starts off good then



the boy mayor of second life

what’s happened to my kingdom?  what’s happened to my fiefdom?  this used to be a beautiful place - a safe place for children to come play and grow up and get old and work and get older and now my kingdom -

i leave it for a few months and it’s all gone rotten - it’s all gone fallow.

“but wearing makeup makes me feel good!!”

cool. i’m happy for you. still not empowering.

will byers is gay: a thorough character analysis

disclaimer: this is not me “forcing sexuality” on will. if you think him being gay is inappropriate but have no problem with mileven and/or lumax (who are all the same age as will), i’ve got some news for you.

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hello I would like to talk about the ahoge trio please


You were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs.
(The Kings Men, Chapter I.)

             Happy Belated Birthday Viktoria @imnotapipedream (3.8)

First Bloom

Kara & Lena

Lena fills Kara’s office with flowers again the next time Kara saves her (it’s becoming a habit, honestly, in one way or another).

Kara, in an effort to establish that “that’s what friends are for!” and that Lena doesn’t have to do anything special for her, fills Lena’s office with flowers in return.

Lena refuses to accept this, and fills Kara’s office with more flowers.

A gesture that Kara then matches.

Lena, who is too grateful (competitive) to let Kara win this, but who also realizes that Kara is not actually rich, begins sending single flowers instead. 

But, of course, these are not just ordinary roses or lilies. Unlike the “pretty rare” flowers she’d sent the first time -the plumerias Kara had said were beautiful- and the pretty but ordinary flowers she’d sent following that, Lena sends a single, exceedingly rare flower to Kara’s apartment.

To Lena’s surprise, Kara sends a different but also very rare flower to Lena’s apartment with the note “You may be rich, but I have connections. ;)” attached.

(Jess, who is wary of Lena’s connection to this reporter but is also very allergic to most flowers is just thankful that they aren’t coming to the office any more…)

They play this game for a while, trying to one-up each other in rarity.

Eventually, after growing tired of strange and expensive flowers, Lena opts for a simple sunflower with the note, 

Not rare, but it’s color reminded me of you. Like the sunflower, you are familiar and just a touch strange, all at once. But it also reminded me of myself. Because I, too, follow the sun and am made taller in it’s light.

Lena leaves the fact that Kara is the sun in this metaphor unsaid.

The next week, when Kara would typically have a flower waiting on Lena’s doorstep, there isn’t one. Lena goes through a range of emotions, from fearing that she was too forward with her affection for Kara to wondering if Kara is alright. But when she opens the door to her apartment, she sees it, sitting on the living room table. 


Lena walks over to the white, shining flower with it’s few, simple, curved petals and it’s red stem, and picks up Kara’s note.

It’s not from this planet (if you couldn’t tell) and I’m not sure how to write the name but it means ‘The Shining Dark’. It grows in the freezing blackness of the planet Klumithea. Most of these flowers don’t glow due to the harsh conditions of the planet. All of them are survivors for enduring, but this one… this one is special.

It reminded me of you.

I hope you like it, because it will probably stay alive longer than we will.”

The next time Kara is expecting a flower on her doorstep, she finds Lena there instead, empty handed.

“Lena! No flower today?”

“No. Your last one was hard to beat.”

Kara laughs.

“I’m glad you liked it. It’s actually really interesting, though, how it grows. The-”

“-I have something else, though. Something you might actually like more?”

“Oh. Well. I’ve been trying to tell you, Lena, that’s not necessary. That’s what friends are f-”

But Lena kisses her.

She kisses her deeply and quickly, enough to electrify both of their consciousnesses, but then pulls apart from Kara just as quickly.

Kara’s face is flushed.

“Lena, that’s-” she stops herself, suddenly. Licks her lips.

Kara kisses her back, just as deeply. In seconds, they’re both out of breath.

When Kara pulls back, eyes locked with Lena’s and mind fried from electrocution, she continues her thought, 

“That’s… not what friends are for.”

Lena laughs, “No. It’s really not.”

“Well,” Kara starts, letting go of her. She slumps against the wall and tilts her head at to look at Lena, whose heart is still racing.

Kara sighs, finally, and says,

“I guess you win, then.”


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[my original tweets]

dragonpressgraphics  asked:

i can't decide between 1. “Good morning” kiss, 14. Kiss on the neck, or 17. Shy kiss. So your choice? And the pairing? OBVIOUS :D

Today was the day.

Dean was… he was going to do it. For sure, this time. Definitely. Absolutely.

Now, as a matter of fact. Right now. This very moment. This moment was his moment and he’d never been more ready.

If only his heart would stop beating quite so frantically. And his palms would stop sweating. And if his mouth wasn’t so dry… but other than that, he was totally ready.

It was time.

He walked out of the kitchen, attempting to be as casual as possible. In his hands he held two full mugs of coffee, one a garish orange and the other a dark blue. His usual mug… and Cas’s.

He walked over to the kitchen table where Cas and Sam were in their usual chairs. Sam had his typical breakfast of oatmeal and some piece of fruit (today, an apple), and Cas was eating a spinach and cheese omelette. It was a fairly standard morning in the bunker, as these things went.

Something inside Dean relaxed a little at the sight. Everything would be fine, he assured himself silently. He wasn’t ruining their typical calm breakfast just… adding to it.

He took a deep breath and moved to Cas’s side.

“Got your coffee,” Dean said, setting the mug in front of Cas. Cas smiled up at him and, breaking from their usual pattern, painfully aware of Sam sitting across the table, Dean set his now-empty hand on Cas’s shoulder and kissed him.

This wasn’t exactly new, this thing between them. Stolen kisses in the dark of night. Whispered promises and held hands only when there was no one around to see. Moments stolen when the moon would keep their secret, only for them to creep back to their own beds before the sun could find them.

This wasn’t new, but it had been their secret. One they’d both gotten tired of keeping.

Dean pulled back, but he let his touch linger. Cas smiled at him, soft and proud.

“Thank you, Dean,” Cas said, reaching for his coffee. Dean grinned and then forced himself to look up.

Sam was staring at them, exactly as planned, eyes wide and mouth open. Dean waited, his hand going tense on Cas’s shoulder.

Sam’s jaw worked. He started to say something, cut himself off, and started to say something else, but the words never made it past his throat.

“Problem, Sam?” Cas asked calmly, sipping coffee. Dean swallowed. He squeezed Cas’s shoulder in silent thanks. Sam looked at Cas, then back at Dean.

“I- no, of course not but… how long?” Sam asked.

“Since my resurrection,” Cas replied. Sam sat back in his chair.

“Huh,” he said. Dean couldn’t take it anymore.

“Look, if you’ve got a problem with me and-” Dean started. Sam looked at him, eyes even wider, expression bordering on appalled.

“Is that why you took so long to tell me?” Sam asked.

“It was a concern, yes,” Cas said. He lifted his hand to Dean’s and gently enfolded it. Sam shook his head.

“Honestly?” Sam said, sounding slightly petulant. “I think I’m kinda miffed with myself because I didn’t see this coming. In hindsight… you two were kind of obvious.”