my otp is finally happening

Karamel is finally happening

Finally today I watched the Supergirl episode and just a word: PERFECT.

All those Karamel moments killed me and made me live again:

The “she’s with me” that Mon El said sounds more like “hey, she’s my gf, stay away for her”.

When Kara realized that Mon El was jealous it was like “really Kara? I think we realized when Mr. Mxyzptlk appearsed” but it was cute anyway.

That little fight that they had in the DEO was so adorable & funny for me.

And then that momento when Kara push him away and she says that maybe they can not be together and then his face… breaked my heart literally.

And after all the fight happen and see how Alex/Maggie and Winn fixed their troubles: THEY KISS, THEY ADMITED THEIR FEELINGS, ACCEPT THAT THEY CAN BE TOGETHER AND THEN KISS EACH OTHER.

How can I survived after this? I mean, they’re finally canon. One of my OTPs is  happening and I can’t be more happy for that.

Oh, and the phrase “you are my kryptonite” was so sweet and made me love him even more.

I need someone to fangirling and talk about this

blue and gansey not being able to kiss is a narratively unsatisfying choice because the curse storyline has no tangible endgame and therefore loses its whole purpose. for me, the storyline was always about either gansey dying for good thanks to blue’s kiss or blue and gansey breaking the curse by fulfilling it. that seemed to be the only two rational outcomes and neither happens and that makes blue’s curse quite pointless, to be fair. all that build up in four books leads to literally nowhere because nothing changes, not the fact that they can’t kiss, not the fact that they still desperately desperately want to. gansey dies, he comes back, and nothing changes, and that just falls flat in my opinion. it makes their storyline feel really unfinished and incomplete, thus i am electing to ignore this for the rest of my life.

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And I always will. 

requested by @backtothestart02

Confidence - Part Two

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“So, erm… Coffee?” you turned to your friend and colleague who still looked a little shocked that you had led him out of the bar hand in hand.

You could feel your phone buzzing in your bag, texts coming through. And you knew they would be from Penelope and Derek, Penelope totally freaking out and Derek no doubt teasing you about getting some. You wondered if Spencer would get the same messages from him.

“Coffee. Whatever you want,” Spencer smiled at you shyly, looking down at your interlocked hands. You squeezed his lightly.

“Okay, there’s a nice little place just around the corner from here…. Or, we could go back to my apartment?”

“Your a-apartment?” he stumbled over his words.

“Maybe not then,” you led him around the corner and into the coffee shop that you knew stayed open til 2am, settling into a booth and waiting for the waitress to come over and take your order. Rather than sitting the opposite side to Reid like you normally would have done, you sat next to him.

“What can I get ya?” the waitress appeared almost immediately, there was only you and three other people in the cafe currently.

“Can I get a large hot chocolate with whipped cream and sprinkles please,” you waited for Spencer to give his coffee order, surprised when he opted for the same rather than the double or triple espresso he’d normally have. That boy lived for caffeine… And sugar. Oh the amounts of sugar he normally would pour into his coffee. It’s a wonder he hadn’t rotted his teeth.

The waitress disappeared and returned with your orders a few minutes later, you pulling out your cell and checking the messages in the meantime.

‘I swear you were holding hands with Spencer, Y/N.’

'WHY WERE YOU HOLDING HANDS WITH SPENCER!!’

'Omg!! Omg!! It’s finally happening. My real life OTP is happening.’

'Come back!! I need to see this play out.’

You’d been away from the bar for less than ten minutes and Penny was fangirling terribly over this.

You showed your screen to Spencer, earning a chuckle from him as he read through her messages.

“Her OTP? Is she serious?” he dipped his finger into the whipped cream on his drink, his tongue slipping out between his lips to taste it.

“Oh Garcia is deadly serious. When I first joined, she wouldn’t stop going on about what a catch you were. I had to tell her to shut up because I could see it for myself already and that I didn’t need her pimping you out to me.”

“Garcia said that about me?” he played with the chocolate flake that was poking out of the mug, pulling it out of the cream and then pushing it back in, repeating the actions over and over.

“Yeah…..Garcia is your biggest advocate. She just wants to see you happy. But at least she doesn’t try and force completely inappropriate people like Shirley onto you,” you scooped some of your own whipped cream into your mouth, using your finger as a spoon and seeing Spencer’s eyes follow your finger.

“I hate Morgan sometimes,” he shifted in his seat.

“You don’t hate him, he’s just a bit full on. And he’s just looking out for you too, in his own way.”

“I know, I know. It’s just……whenever he does try to set me up, it’s never with anyone that I’d actually go for. Probably because he knows that they’d be way out of my league anyway. Like you.”

“Hey! Enough with the self depreciation again alright. What more do I have to do to convince you that you’re attractive?”

He shrugged and scooped up some more cream, giving you an idea.

Reaching out you stopped his hand before it got to his mouth, pulling it to yours instead and seeing his mouth open ready to protest.

You flicked your tongue out, tasting the cream on his fingertip and then sucking it into your mouth, licking it clean and locking your eyes on his as you did.

“Fuuuuck,” he whispered and you released his hand, giggling at his reaction. You hadn’t intended on making the move so sexual.

“I’m not out of your league Spencer, trust me. I find you extremely attractive, I have done since day one. Not just in looks either. I’ve been worried about telling you this before because I didn’t think you’d like ME back.”

You scooted closer to him on the seat so that you thighs were pressed against each other, your faces turned to each other and only inches apart.

“You’re crazy, Y/N. I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“You do? Alright, so you’ve got a ‘beautiful girl’ sitting next to you and telling you she likes you. Are you gonna do anything about it?”

His eyes fluttered to your lips and then quickly back up to your eyes, and you could see panic and worry in them, nerves that he really needed to get over.

You licked your bottom lip and placed your hand on his shoulder, gently toying with a lock of his hair. How much more obvious could you make this?

You could see his brain working overtime.
“Stop over thinking this Spencer. You’re a profiler, everything about my actions right now should be telling you something,” you whispered softly to him, desperate for him to make the move here just to prove to himself that he could.

He took a breath and made a decision, closing the gap between your faces quickly, pressing his lips to yours softly and tentatively as though he still thought you were going to back away.

You didn’t, of course you didn’t. Instead, you pressed back slightly harder, moving your lips gently against his and tilting your head to stop your noses knocking into each other.

Aware that you were in a public place, you didn’t attempt to deepen the kiss further as much as you wanted to try some of the lip biting you’d mentioned earlier. You pulled away after a few moments, instantly missing the feeling of his warm mouth on yours and seeing him blush.

“Was that….. Was it okay for me to do that?” he asked, looking down at his hands and then back at you.

“It was more than okay. You can definitely do that a few more times before we go our separate ways tonight as well. And maybe…. On a date tomorrow? You know, if you ever actually ask me out…. ”

“I like to do it more too. Maybe we could… Erm do it in the back row of the movies tomorrow? After dinner?”

“Making out in the back row of a movie theatre… Ahhh takes me back to my teenage years,” you laughed.

“I never did any of that as a teenager,” he told you shyly. No. Of course he didn’t. Because when the genius was a teen, he was already in college completing his first PhD, surrounded by students that were much older than him.

“First time for everything, Spencer. First time for everything. You can pick me up at seven. Now… Let’s finish these drinks and then you can walk me home and give me a proper kiss at my door.”

“A proper kiss… With the lip biting you talked about?”

“Maybe… If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want, ” he picked his mug up and drank his drink down quickly, waiting for you to do the same.

“Eager, aren’t we?”

“Well I’ve been wanting to kiss you for ages. Now I know it’s okay, I really wanna do it again. And again. And then some more.”

“Excellent. Because I feel the same. Let’s go.”

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The Bright Sessions: Sam Barnes x Chloe Turner

C: I have an idea. Now that I’m 21 and everything, I’m gonna go buy a bottle of wine and I’ll come over after you’re done with Dr. Bright. We’ll forget all about dimension jumping and mind reading and have an honest-to-god, girls night.[…]

S: That sounds really nice. Thank you, Chloe. It means a lot.

Stydia is Not One-Sided

A lot of people ship Stydia. Some don’t. The people who don’t usually like to tell me, “Lydia ignored Stiles.” or “Stydia is one-sided.” But let me explain something. There was a reason Lydia ignored Stiles. Lydia in season one was a very popular girl, she was Jackon Whittemore’s perfect girlfriend. She painted everyone a picture of who she wanted to be. Everyone liked her because she was popular. Lydia also knew this, she did this on purpose to be normal in social gatherings and uphold her reputation. She also acts kind of stupid, doesn’t want to be seen as a nerd. But in the episode 1x11, she goes to the formal with Stiles, and he says “I bet I’m the only one who knows how smart you really are.” And she then realizes that Stiles doesn’t like her for being popular and pretty. He likes her for who she is. I mean, look at her reaction:


She begins to dance with him but she begins to look around, checking if anyone is watching or judging her for being with Stiles. She doesn’t want to ruin her popularity:

So that’s why Lydia ignored Stiles. In the seasons after that, she begins to let her walls down for him. She built these walls to be normal, but she lowers them slowly for him, and their relationship is NOT one-sided. I mean, she supports him at lacrosse:

They’re partners in crime and always solve the mystery. Even when Malia was helping Stiles he STILL had to Skype Lydia to help solve it.

In 3x24 not only is she as close as she can be to him, but her hand is in his shirt.

Their kiss it’s just so beautiful.

The way he holds her.

The way she holds him.

She goes to him for comfort.

Even when he’s unconcious.

She was so scared when she thought he was going to kill himself.

The way she takes his arm.

And how he cares about her.

She lets him comfort her.

The way they casually hold hands.

They fight like a married couple.

They’re partners in crime!

He tells her to call him first if she finds a dead body.

So she does.

She too has sarcastic comments.

He visits her in the hospital.

She goes into his mind to save him, she is his anchor.

Deaton wants Lydia to go with Stiles, He basically ships them.

She saves him and Scott.

The way he looks at her.

And the way she looks at him.

how can you not ship them?

They’re perfect for eachother.

“You don’t care about getting hurt. But me? I’ll be devastated. If you die, I will literally go out of my freaking mind.”

Stydia.