just leaving this right here

  • 707: I changed my password on everything to "incorrect".
  • MC:
  • 707: That way when I forget it, it always reminds me that my password is incorrect.
  • MC: ...Aren't you supposed to be a professional hacker?
Victuuri Frozen AU

OK BEAR WITH ME HERE PEOPLE

  • Victor is a young prince who discovers he has the power to control ice, and at first he’s fascinated but then slowly realizes that he can’t control it
  • It comes to a head when he’s a teenager and he loses control in the palace, accidentally shooting a small son of a servant in the chest with his ice powers, making the boy pass out
  • the boy lives, but Victor is horrified with himself, so he leaves the palace, leaving king yakov & the others distraught. he secludes himself in an ice castle where he can’t hurt anybody else again with only his younger friend yurio, who travels back and forth between the palace and the ice castle, trying to get victor to come home and failing
  • years pass, and katsuki yuuri is a young boy in the village who has been told tales of the ice prince for ages, they hold a festival for him every year bc yakov is still upset that he left. yurio is the only person who knows where he is but respects his wishes and his location is a badly-kept secret
  • yuuri has a small strand of silver hair, but he has never known why
  • he gets lost in the woods one day, and it’s cold out and he’s freezing, and he can’t remember which direction he came from, and he doesn’t have his phone with him
  • but he finds a man in the woods, silver haired, alone, looking at him with an analytical, fearful expression
  • the man takes him into the ice castle (which isn’t made of actual ice but w/e) and gets him blankets and warm tea and tries to help him but is simultaneously horrified
  • as soon as yuuri feels better victor tries to kick him out, but yuuri figures out who he is
  • (that’s when yuuri turns around and victor sees the strand of silver hair)
  • (and it’s the little boy he’d hurt so many years ago)
  • and yuuri forgives him, tries to get him to come home. victor refuses but yuuri visits him often with yurio, who pretends to hate him but secretly loves him
  • they slowly but surely fall in love
  • eventually, victor comes home and they live happily ever after
  • (((also, yes, olaf is yurio. we were all thinking it. i was thinking it, you were thinking it. makkachin is the moose/caribou thing whose name i can’t remember)))
I'm sorry

for all the times I can’t think of a things to say
for when I talk too much about things you clearly don’t care about
for when I don’t put in the effort we both know I could
for when I make it worse
for responding too quickly
for singing too loudly
for laughing too obnoxiously
for letting myself get so fat
for being too clingy
for not understanding
for trying to understand
for bothering you when you’re busy
for over reacting
for being bad at everything
for messing everything up
for not being able to hold a conversation

I’m so infinitely sorry for being me

Concept: Lance and Keith find a lost Galra child on a mission

Keith: Wait, sh, do you hear that crying Lance?

Lance: Come to think of it, yeah.

*They both go searching for the source of the sound and find a small, Galran child, crying alone in the nearby forest*

Lance: Holy shit, it’s a Galra baby!

Keith: We shouldn’t just leave him here.

Lance: Well, we can’t take him either, it’s too risky. And what if his parents are around?

Keith glances around: I don’t see anyone, you think they might have abandoned him?

Lance: I don’t know, that’s what it seems like. 

Keith picks up the child and smiles softly at him: I feel bad for him, he must be really scared.

Lance frowns: Um…Since when did you care about people’s feelings?

Keith: Shut up. 

Keith: And anyways, I’m part Galra too, but I’m also human. We can’t just leave him here alone like this, it’s not civil or right. 

Lance: We’re going to get in trouble if we bring him on the castle Keith.

Keith smiles mischievously: Then we’ll just have to do it secretly won’t we? 


Part 2?? I don’t know…

hey guys heres a terrifying thought

homestuck, john dies at the end, and the adventure zone all have weirdly similar fanbases that are, in some cases, nearly impossible to tell apart

Under One Condition - Carl Grimes Imagine

request: Carl x reader where they hate eachother so its sassy and get stuck somewhere, so reader suggests a way to get out. Carl agrees, but if their idea fails Carl gets to do what he wants. Idea fails, carls idea is to make out.

pairings: carl x reader, best friend tara x reader

a/n: this is really stupid and unedited and lame and dumb idk read at your own risk. i didn’t follow the prompt exactly, but i never do lmao… i hope you guys still like this :-) 

word count: 1,655

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers 


You stood against Michonne’s back as Rick forced open the door of an old store with a crowbar. Your knife was drawn, but you didn’t feel the need to get in fighting form. Michonne felt the same way–standing casually with her katana on her back. 

The door swung open with a pop, and Rick drew his gun from his holster, leading your group into the small convenient store. You waited until everyone was in before entering, making sure to leave the door cracked behind you. Tara was waiting for you at the front door when you came inside. 

Tara was your best friend. She had been since she joined your group after the Governor destroyed the prison. You were young, but you had been around the apocalypse for long enough to understand that you weren’t a kid anymore. At least, you didn’t expect to be treated like one. 

Tara and you connected almost instantly. She was a childish adult, and you were a mature child. You two balanced each other out, and you could never be without her for more than a day or two. You two even shared a house when she was with Denise, for you wouldn’t let her live in a house without you. 

“Hey, kids, come help us pack these up!” Rick called happily. Whenever you found a plethora of supplies, Rick would light up like a Christmas tree. You were going to have to give half of it up, of course, but you had to grow accustomed to scavenging for someone who didn’t care if you lived or died. 

As you reached for a bag of food to pack into a box, your hand brushed up against Carl’s. You both rolled your eyes, and you moved your hand to find another bag to begin packing. You and Carl had never really gotten along, to say the least. 

You were lonely when you met Rick’s group, and everyone expected you and Carl to get along great because of your ages. They were right, at first. You and Carl were best friends for the first few years you knew him. He was your best friend, and he was always kind and took care of you. 

Carl changed when you two were around thirteen years old. You grew to dislike him more and more each day. You wouldn’t say you hated him, but he sure as hell seemed to hate you. Whenever you would even try to be civil, he would throw all respect to the curb. 

Tara knew how much he bothered you, but she managed to remain his friend over time. You wouldn’t have minded being his friend, but you were afraid of talking with him about it, to begin with. You would never hear the end of it if he was completely unwilling to be civil with you. 

A crash was heard from outside the store, and everyone turned their heads towards the sound. You tossed the bags of food you were holding into a box and picked it up, preparing to evacuate the store before you were discovered by whatever was outside. 

“No,” Rick said, holding his hand up to you. “Let us get the boxes. Carl and (Y/N), I need you to stay in here with Tara. I’ll drive the car to the front of the store so we can load everything up, then we’re gonna leave. Michonne, grab a box. Tara, watch the kids and make sure nobody gets in here.” 

You and Carl both sighed in sync, giving disapproving looks at Rick. Rick and Michonne were out the door before either of you could complain, though. Tara began packing food and supplies into her backpack, and you and Carl each followed in her lead. 

A second crash sounded from outside the store, and Tara huffed through her teeth. “Alright, guys, stay here. I’ll be right back.” You almost told her to wait, but you hesitated for too long, and she was out the door. You glanced at Carl, who was already looking at you. He turned his head quickly. 

“Why do you hate me?” you asked calmly. “I don’t wanna start a fight or anything. I’m really just curious. Did I do something to you that I don’t remember?” As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized how stupid they sounded. 

“I don’t hate you,” Carl snapped. He walked away from you, but you followed him. “I just don’t think we have to be friends because we’re the same age. That’s all.” 

“Well, yeah. I agree on that, but we used to get along so well! What happened?” Your voice was becoming more and more expressive as you thought about how stupid the rivalry between the two of you was. Carl chuckled and shook his head at the ground. You waited for a response, but he didn’t give you one. 

“What happened?” you repeated, a little quieter than the last time. Carl must have noticed the change of your voice’s tone, for he looked up at you with a confused, yet endearing look on his face. 

Carl shrugged his shoulders. “We grew up.” 

The car could be heard pulling up in front of the store. Carl walked towards the door, leaving you in the back of the store. You heard the door swing open and quickly zipped up your backpack. Before you could stand up straight again, you were pulled further into the back of the store. You stood yourself up quickly, recognizing Carl as the person who was dragging you. 

“Carl, what the hell!” you exclaimed. 

“Shh,” he demanded, still holding you by the upper arm. “A car just pulled up outside, and it wasn’t dad.” 

Your eyes widened as you heard the door swing open. Carl looked around quickly, then pulled you into a room in the back hallway. Just as he shut the door and locked it behind you, the front door could be heard swinging open. Carl wasn’t satisfied with the door being locked, though. 

He scanned the room quickly and grabbed a chair tucked beneath a dusty desk and pushed it beneath the doorknob. You pushed yourself up so you were sitting on the desk. Carl turned around and began walking around the room, searching it for anything useful. 

The room was quiet until you decided to speak up. “Carl?” 

He looked up at you, raising his eyebrows. 

“What did you mean earlier? When you said we grew up, what were you talking about?” Your feet hung off the edge of the desk, swinging back and forth. 

Carl laughed to himself, shaking his head and sliding his hands over his chin. “You got hot.” 

Your eyebrows raised, and you swore you could feel your cheeks flush pink. 

“I got scared when I started thinking about you as… I don’t know. It was different, though. We were always best friends, and something just switched in me, and you were more than just pretty.” 

Your face was probably red at that point, and you couldn’t seem to bring your eyes up from your shoes. You could have sworn that he hated you, but you were apparently far from right. 

“Sorry,” he sighed with a smile. “Didn’t mean to make it weird.” 

“No,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.” 

The silence that swept over the room made it easy for you and Carl to hear the sound of a shelf falling over from inside the store. You flinched when you realized how close the unknown people were to you. You had never been so alone and so scared before. There was always someone like Rick or Glenn with you to make sure you were safe, but you and Carl were alone that time. 

Your eyes swept over the room once more as you searched for a way to escape the room you were stuck in. You only noticed two possible ways out, and they were both extremely risky. Your first option was to go out the door into the store and try to fight off the people to get to your car. Your second option was to climb out the window, which was only about one foot by two feet big. 

“I wanna get out that window,” you stated. You hopped off the desk and told Carl to help you move it beneath the window to use as a stool. 

“(Y/N), you can’t be serious,” he huffed. “There’s no way we can fit through that tiny window.” 

“Well, we don’t really have any other options,” you said, letting go of the desk and deciding on climbing an old shelf instead. 

“Yeah, we do. We’re just gonna wait this out until Dad brings a group back to get us out. He’s not just gonna leave us here,” Carl argued. You knew he was right, but you didn’t want to wait it out. You wanted to get out of the small room and back to Alexandria. 

“(Y/N), get off the shelf. I’ll help you climb out the damn window,” Carl said, giving in to your idea. 

“Thank you,” you replied. 

“Under one condition,” Carl added. “If this plan of yours doesn’t work out, then I get to kiss you.” 

Your eyes widened, and your face flushed pink once again. “All subtlety out the window, I guess.” 

“You wanna try your window idea or not?” 

If you were being honest, kissing Carl Grimes wasn’t the least appealing thing you would have had to do. You would easily pick that over several activities you had been forced to endure. 

Carl helped you pick up the desk and move it beneath the window. You climbed on top of it, so you were face to face with the small glass frame, and it was clear to you that there was no way in hell you could fit through it. 

“This isn’t going to work.” You turned back to him, and saw the noticeably apparent smirk on his face. 

“You know what that means, right?” 

Originally posted by daily-walkers

I'm a bit pissed right now so I'm just going to leave this here.

If you’re really pro-choice, and say you support a woman’s right to choose, you better fucking support a trans woman’s right to have hrt and get srs if she so desires.

(I know I’m going to get hate for this.)

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why is it that you loathe us who teeter on the edge of nothing?

happy release day, 358/2 days (05/30/09 in japan) + happy birthday, me!

Goodbye - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

Hello could you do #141 with Jughead please ? 😶

Anonymous said:

143, 145, 141 with Jughead maybe 💚

Originally posted by riverrdxle

I hope you all like this! I think it turned out pretty damn good.

#141 “I’ve always wanted to kiss you in the rain”.

#143 “I have to leave town”.

#145 “Stay, please”.


As soon as Jughead texted you to meet up with him at Pop’s, you were halfway out the door; only moments before Archie had texted you that Jughead had been jail. You rushed to Pop’s, ignoring the sprinkling drops of rain, and found him there. He was sitting the the normal booth, ringing his hands nervously. You walked towards where he sat, gently touching his shoulder. His body shuddered under your touch and he looked up at you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said in a hushed tone. You scooted into his side of the booth, brushing your shoulders together. His lips curled together at your action and you were about to speak when your foot kicked something under the table. You moved out to stand and look under the table. On the floor near Jughead’s feet sat a large backpack, an all too familiar bag.

“Juggie what are you doing?” You looked back up at him and his green eyes were filled with an unreadable emotion. You slipped into the other side of the booth so you could face him, staring into his face.

“I have to leave town,” he said quickly and raised a finger to stop your speech. You stared at him, hoping he would elaborate. “After Sheriff Keller called me in, I just couldn’t handle it Y/N. Not after everything,” he paused, “not after my dad…”

You hand reached across the table, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. His eyes traveled to your joined fingers and back up to. You gave him a weak smile, rubbing your thumb across the rough skin on his hand.

“It was you that told me that we are not our parents,” you whispered, getting Jughead to look into your eyes again. “So just because this scared you, which I understand, that doesn’t mean you have to leave Juggie.” Your words struck a chord with him, since he had pulled his hand from yours.

“I can’t Y/N, the Andrews already offered to house me and I can’t.” You heart broke at his sad tone. You wanted nothing more than to hug him, kiss him, tell him everything would be alright. In reality you couldn’t; everything wasn’t alright and he didn’t have those feelings for you. You pushed your own hurt aside and focused back on Jughead.

“Stay with the Andrews, Juggie, please.” His eyes met yours when he picked up the desperation in your voice. He leaned below the table, grabbing his bag and scooted out of the booth. You felt tears sting your eyes as he stood.

“I can’t Y/N, goodbye.” He walked out of the diner and you sat there for a moment before you rushed up and towards the door. When you were outside, rain pattered against your body, but you could only care about the boy who was walking out of your life.

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones!” You shouted, causing Jughead to stop and turn around. You caught up to him, looking up into his light eyes.

“Y/N, you’re going to get sick, go back-” You pressed your finger to his lips, silencing him.

“What gives you the right to just leave? There are people here that love you Jughead, what about them? You’re just going to leave them because you can’t handle it anymore? Bullshit!” His eyes flickered around your face as you spoke and you realized he was looking at the tears streaming down your cheeks. His hand reached up, pulling your finger away from his lips. His large hand held yours, but you were far too upset to notice. You stepped closer, pressing the side of your face into his chest. His free hand wrapped around your waist, holding you to him. “Stay, please.” You felt every bit of your heart ache at your final plead. All you felt next to the silence, was the rain and the feeling of Jughead’s warm body pressed against yours.

“Do you love me?” His words rang out against the quiet and you felt your heart stop for a split second. You pulled away, your hand still joined with his. He was looking at you with those eyes you loved and you felt yourself melt.

“Yes,” you whispered and you saw Jughead’s whole body relax. His hand let go of yours, reaching for your jaw. He pulled your lips to his, your hands curled up against his chest. You felt the tips of his fingers graze your hair and tasted the rain on his lips. You pulled away a little and Jughead brushed his nose to yours as if asking to continue. You pressed another kiss to his lips, smiling into it this time.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss you in the rain,” Jughead mumbled as you pulled away again. You looked into his eyes and saw something in them that could only be described at love. You reached for his hand again, while his other hand reached up to your face to wipe away your tears. You looked up from your hands to meet his gaze. A soft smile rested on his lips when you met his eyes.

“Please don’t leave me,” you whispered, not caring about how selfish you sounded. Yet again, his whole leaving town plot was fairly selfish as well. You felt his hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your skin.

“I won’t,” he whispered, “I’m sorry.” You stepped forward and he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist. You would’ve done the same if it weren’t for his huge backpack resting on his back. He pressed his face to your hair and you closed your eyes.

“It’s okay Jughead,” you whispered, “I love you.” You felt him smile against your hair. His arm around your waist tightened, pressing you impossibly close.

“I love you too Y/N.”

PANIC! AT THE DISCO SENTENCE STARTERS.

random mix of panic! at the disco lyrics.

’ No, I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words. ’
’ What a beautiful wedding! ’
’ Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?! ’
’ And, yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom’s bride is a whore. ’
’ I mean technically our marriage is saved. ’
’ So, pour the champagne, pour the champagne! ’
’ And if you don’t know, now you know. ’
’ I see what’s mine and take it. ’
’ I’m taking back the crown. ’
’ I’m all dressed up and naked. ’
’ Snatch your chain and mace your eyes. ’
’ Heroes always get remembered. ’
’ But you know legends never die. ’
’ If it feels good, tastes good. ’
’ I’m taking back, back, taking back, back. ’
’ Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? ’
’ Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me. ’
’ I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy. ’
’ But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away. ’
’ If I’m not back again this time tomorrow. ’
’ Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth. ’
’ Goodbye everybody, I’ve got to go. ’
’ I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all. ’
’ Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? ’
’ Spare him his life from this monstrosity. ’
’ Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? ’
’ Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me. ’
’ Oh, baby, you can’t do this to me, baby. ’
’ So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? ’
’ So you think you can love me and leave me to die? ’
’ Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here. ’
’ Nothing really matters. ’
’ Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart. ’
’ Their gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds. ’
’ If you love me let me go. ’
’ Don’t try to sleep through the end of the world. ’
’ ‘Cause these words are knives and often leave scars. ’
’ And truth be told, I never was yours. ’
’ ‘Cause I won’t give up without a fight. ’
’ Tonight we are victorious. ’
’ It hurts until it stops, we will love until it’s not. ’
’ My touch is black and poisonous. ’
’ I’m like a scarf trick, it’s all up the sleeve. ’
’ I know you need it, do you feel it. ’
’ Shooting fireworks like it’s the Fourth of July. ’

lunarwolfspn  asked:

Could you do a Gaston x reader where he survives and people are rude to him but the reader gives him a chance and they fall for each other. The reader only give him a chance bc she felt bad for the way he was being treated. Thank you.

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: /

A/N: end me, because I’ve officially fallen in love with gaston x reader and I can’t stop myself. I LOVE WRITING STUFF WITH HIM SO MUCH FUCK. anyways, thank you so much for this request love. I really hope you enjoy it!!! (also, I need this movie to come out on dvd so I can have more gifs of gaston lol. in the meantime, have other luke evans gifs BC WHY NOT OMG I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH)

                                                          *****

“Get out of this village, you scum!” he was thrown into the mud on the ground, several men and women standing around him with angry glares on their faces.

He had never been treated this way, so he didn’t know how to act.

Should he fight them?

But then again, he was one, they were many. He doubted anyone would stand by his side if he did indeed fight. Even LeFou had parted from him. He was on his own now and he couldn’t fight an entire village like that, so fighting back wasn’t an option.

Should he insult them?

And then what? What good what that do him?

They would never forgive him for what he did and insults wouldn’t change that fact.

So instead of doing any of those things, he held his – probably broken – ribs and started walking.

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fuckingthadream  asked:

Cool. Respectful that you admitted you acted in haste, but it is a fact that under Obama, a record number of civilians were killed in drone strikes and military action. Actual innocent deaths. I dont like trump, be they all need to be called out. When Obama left, we are still at war with troops in 5 nations. Plus, 4000 murders in Chicago, which no one ever stepped in to help. My point is, plenty of death already happening before this election.

Originally posted by acidic-alex-turner-blog

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Originally posted by wphantom

anonymous asked:

Hi! I've wanted to see the Superfriends+grumpy space dad on the beach or something else vacation-y, so I thought you might be able to do something with it.

Maggie’s used to waking up alone.

It used to be because even when they would stay the night, they’d slip out in the morning.

Now, it’s because Alex Danvers likes her morning runs. A lot.

Maggie prefers her heavy bag, and her sleep, so she’s perpetually in charge of breakfast and coffee.

And that works just perfectly for her.

But today, she doesn’t just pad out of the bedroom and find herself in the living room.

Today, she finds herself in the house Alex grew up in, in Midvale, and she smiles as she tip toes downstairs, taking her time to gaze at pictures of Alex and Kara in various stages of adolescence, her heart swelling with each moment.

She sneaks past James and Winn sprawled out in the living room, Winn wrapped in blankets upon blankets on the floor, limbs all akimbo, James taking up less space, arms above his head, breathing slowly on the couch.

She loves that Eliza and Jeremiah invited them all to Midvale to get away, to crash together at a beach house without having to shell out a half a month’s worth of rent, after their latest, decisive, victory against Cadmus. They certainly all needed it.

Maggie knows that of course she was invited – she’s Alex’s girlfriend, she was instrumental in rescuing Jeremiah, of course she was invited – but she can’t quiet get over the feeling of shock, the feeling of awe, that Kara and the other Superfriends seem to feel like she actually belongs. That she’s in the house her girlfriend grew up in and her parents aren’t threatening to run her out of town and back to wherever she came from for corrupting her daughter.

Quite the opposite; two of Alex’s parents are sitting quietly in the kitchen together, Jeremiah’s hand on Eliza’s, drinking coffee in whispers so as not to disturb their girls’ friends in the living room, and seemingly utterly unsurprised to see Maggie up so early, to see Maggie’s hair tousled like she’d had sex with their daughter in their daughter’s childhood bed – because oh, she did – to see Maggie in their house as part of something natural, as part of something good, as part of something right.

“Sorry to intrude, I didn’t think anyone would be up – ” Maggie whispers, and Jeremiah shakes his head at her and taps the kitchen’s bar stool next to him.

“When Alex was a girl, she’d wake up every morning to go surfing. She’d be quiet and considerate – too considerate, always, that girl – ” He smiles broadly, fondly, gratefully, when he sees Maggie nodding emphatically in agreement – “but I always knew, and I could never sleep while she was out there. She’s excellent, of course, I just…”

Maggie thinks about every time Alex goes into the field without her, and she nods.

“I know what you mean.”

Jeremiah smiles and Eliza sips at her coffee with her eyes glued to Maggie’s face, and Jeremiah shrugs. “The water’s too calm for her to get any good waves this morning, so she’ll be swimming. But still – I guess a decade of being locked away by Cadmus doesn’t kill all the old habits, huh?”

There’s a pattering of feet upstairs and Jeremiah chuckles.

“Well, the boys are about to get a rude awakening. Kara’s up.”

Maggie grins and Eliza sighs affectionately and sure enough, faster than humanly possible, Kara is downstairs and Winn is yelping and James is groaning and Jeremiah and Maggie are laughing because Kara is come on come on come on time to meet Alex on the beach, the beach, when do we get to go to the beach all together like this, and J’onn’s gonna meet us soon, come on come on!!

“Yeah, the beach is great, Kara, but when do we get to sleep?” Winn wants to know, yanking the blankets back over his head, but James leans down and rips them off, knowing it’s better to surrender than try to fight, because when Supergirl is determined, she gets her way; even moreso, Kara Danvers.

“Alright, alright! I’m up! It – Maggie, why are you already up? You’re making us look bad!”

“I think your bed hair’s already doing that for you, Schott.” Winn groans and his hand flies to his hair. “No, I’m joking, it’s cute.”

The banter and the teasing and the laughter and the sweet relief of just being together and not strapped into armor, lives about to be taken away at any moment, echoes throughout the house as Maggie slips into a bikini under one of Alex’s t-shirts and basketball shorts, as Winn slathers himself in sunscreen and Kara bounds through the house checking on everyone because are you ready yet are you ready yet are you ready yet.

When finally, everyone is, Kara squeals and leads the Superfriends – Jeremiah and Eliza elect to let the kids have their fun – way down to the beach, waving her arms wildly above her head and shouting to the figure way out in the water. “Alex! Alex! Alexxxxx!!!!”

Alex pauses and waves and does something with her hand that Maggie can’t see, but Kara can, of course. “She’s got five more lengths to go, she’ll be in soon,” she translates, and Maggie smiles at her girlfriend’s consistency, her girlfriend’s sheer power.

J’onn joins them as Alex is starting to swim back to shore, and he hugs Kara and covers Maggie’s bare shoulder with his hand, and Maggie beams, still unused to the growing fatherly affection from the man, but loving it.

“Nice shades, sir,” she tells him, and he gives her a rare grin.

“I quite like yours as well, Detective Sawyer.”

“What about me, J’onn? Do you like mine?”

“Mr. Schott, your sunglasses are no doubt calculated to make you look sophisticated and cool, which you might have been able to pull off if your swim trunks weren’t emblazoned with the crest of the House of El.”

James snorts and Maggie tries to hold down a chuckle. Winn brandishes the plastic shovel he’d brought to help him build the perfect sandcastle and splutters. “Well hey, listen, I’ll have you know that these shorts were super popular – ”

“In the sixth grade. Before your best friend was Supergirl.”

“Hey, Guardian, did anyone ask your opinion? Mr. Look at My Six Pack I’m So Cool I Don’t Even Need to – to – hey! Wow!”

Everyone turns to follow Winn’s gaze, and Maggie’s jaw drops and her knees go weak, because Alex is striding out of the water, body dripping, hair tossed just so, black bikini highlighting all the right things, a small, cocky grin on her face.

James whistles and Kara whoops and J’onn grins and Maggie just can’t speak, because Maggie’s whipping off her sunglasses to get a better view and Maggie’s brain is short-circuiting.

“Hot damn, Danvers!” Winn shouts, and then his eyes grow wide with giddy excitement. “Hot Damnvers!

James laughs and Kara groans and J’onn chuckles and Maggie gulps and Maggie wets her lips and tries to remember that little thing called breathing, because water droplets are dripping down Alex’s nearly naked body, and her eyes are fixed, only, on Maggie.

“I don’t care that my sister’s the one with the superpowers, I will personally throw you into space if you say that again, Schott,” Alex calls as she strides closer, and Maggie thinks she should try to speak, try to do something other than stare, other than let her jaw rest in the sand.

She inclines her head toward J’onn, not taking her eyes off Alex. “I um… your Earth daughter’s very… um… very beautiful, Director Henshaw.”

“Yeah, I’m sure beautiful was the word you were looking for, Sawyer,” James teases, and J’onn laughs.

“I’m sure you’re right, Mr. Olsen, but at least Detective Sawyer was raised with some level of decorum.”

“Yeah, you should’ve heard the sounds coming from Alex’s room last night, decorum my – ”

But Alex has reached them, now, and Alex is smacking Winn upside the head, and Winn is flinching and everyone is laughing and Alex is putting her hands on Maggie’s bare hips.

“See something you like, Sawyer?”

“Good god, Agent Danvers, can you not wait until I’ve had the chance to absent myself before you – you – ”

Everyone, even Alex, turns to J’onn, waiting for his wording, shocked because he’s never spluttered before.

“Seduces her girlfriend right in front of you?”

“Makes sweet love to her right here on the sand?”

“Right in front of her childhood home?”

“Because really, what else is vacation for if not to abandon your friends and bang your girlfriend?”

“I’m right here guys.”

“No one’s abandoning anyone, I can just take her right here right now, yall can stay or leave, I’m not particular, but it’s your call – ”

“Oh, yeah, real nice decorum, Sawyer – ”

“Lalalalala, I am not hearing any of this!”

“Good god, if this is why there were no beaches on Mars, I am eternally grateful.”