My first heartbreak you ask? I don’t think I ever got over that one. Each day I am learning to accept that that familiar smell will always circle my lungs. The way that laughed looked will forever be traceable in my iris’s. That touch consistently the mold I judge other touches by. My first heartbreak is a tolerable memory that I live through each day.
—  Excerpts of stories @magnolias-and-mimosas will never finish// #203

Gameel Al-Batouti (2 February 1940 - 31 October 1999) was a co-pilot from Egypt on Flight 990. Batouti allegedly sent the plane into a nosedive and crash-landed it in the Atlantic Ocean about 60 miles northeast from Nantucket. 14 crew members and 203 passengers died in the crash, as well as Batouti himself. Batouti seized control of the plane, turned off autopilot, and then sent the plane into its fatal descent repeating “I rely on God.” Investigators later learned that Batouti had been accused of sexual harassment towards female passengers and crew members and was going to be revoked of his privilege of flying to the United States. The Egyptian authorities still deny any claims of Batouti deliberately crashing the plane, blaming technical errors rather than violent intention.

(Left: Gameel Al-Batouti. Right: Crew retrieving wreckage of Flight 990 out of the Atlantic Ocean.)


Pairing: Kate Kane x Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Request: nope.

Plot: Based of ‘Holy’ by Zolita. Also loosely based on one of my OC’s.

Key: [Y/N] = your name, [S/N] = sister name, [H/C] = hair colour. [B/N] = brothers name, [D/C] = dress colour.

Warnings: GxG, cursing, homophobia, abuse. 

Tags: I wanna tag @memento-scribet @maruthor and @the-singing-canary because their the ones that inspire me to write and who inspired me to start this blog.

Words: 2,203

A/N: This is my first time writing for Kate. Also, to the anon who sent me in a request, I have it and I’m just trying to think of a way to present it because I know what I want to do, but I don’t know how to write it down. This was going to have smut in it, but when I was writing it I kept going in different directions and kept changing things so I took things out. 

‘Worship your body as you walk my way

You’re the only one that who can make me pray’

Pushing a strand of red hair away from the eyes of the sleeping vigilante, a smile feel onto the face of [Y/N]. Her girlfriend always looked so peaceful when she was sleeping, not a worry line to be seen on her face. [Y/N] wished she could back in this moment forever, just watching the love of her life be at peace with herself and everything around her for once instead of worrying about what was happening in the city and how she was going to help save it.

But, she did have to get up. Things had to be done that day or else she would have stayed in bed with Kate for as long as she could. With a light sigh, she pushed the blankets of her body with reluctance and stepped out of the bed, a shiver running up her back as her feet hit the cold floor and she reached down to lift the robe that had been quickly disregarded the night before.

Walking through the home she shared with Kate, [Y/N]’s eyes scanned over every picture of the two of them that she passed as she walked towards the kitchen and as her eyes caught sight of a picture that captured the two of them in a kiss her mind was cast back to the first time she kissed a girl.


‘I can fight but the devil wins’

She knew it was wrong, well she was told it was wrong by almost everyone around her. She was told that if she did it she would be sent to hell, that the devil won if she did it. But she couldn’t help it. Mariah just looked so pretty.

She was the new girl in town, having just moved from a small town to an even smaller town, and [Y/N] was quick to befriend the girl and the town soon found them inseparable to the point that it was suspicious and the rumours began.

The two paid no attention to the rumours, until they were sat in church and the preacher spoke specifically about what a sin it was to be homosexual and the two sat with their heads bowed and their eyes cast to their laps in an attempt to avoid the stares of all those around her. Her mother berated her, telling her to stay away from Mariah, saying she was trouble and that if she continued to be friends with the girl the devil would personally come for her to drag her to hell.

But she didn’t listen, she snuck Mariah into her room a few days later and the two shared a kiss on her bed before her sister came into the room and saw the two. [S/N] rushed to tell [Y/N]’s parents, who in turned told their preacher, who told Mariah’s family that they needed to leave for ‘corrupting the youth of the town’.

[Y/N] could remember it clearly, the looks people gave her and the beating her father gave her after discovering what she had done in an attempt to force the idea that it was bad and wrong, that she should never do it again into her mind. And it did, until she moved away.


‘And I will fall like a saint who sins’

The bitter memory faded away from [Y/N]’s mind and she continued to walk into the kitchen as she ran her hand through her [H/C] hair and let out a gentle sigh. When she got to the kitchen, the first thing she did was turn the AC on before moving to the fridge and pulling out the necessary ingredients to make chocolate chip, blueberry pancakes.

As she was cooking, she started to hum along to the song on the radio and dancing along to the beat with her hips swaying from side to side. [Y/N] was so absorbed in the music that she didn’t notice a certain red head leaning against the kitchen door with a smirk on her face and her arms crossed over her chest.

That was until, she felt the hands on her hips as Kate danced along to the music with her. “Someone’s happy this morning.” A kiss was placed to [Y/N]’s cheek and she smiled as she turned to Kate, giving her a peck on the lips, before she got back to the cooking.

“I guess I’m just trying to push back the nerves.” Turning the stove off,she placed the last of the pancakes onto a plate and handed a plate to Kate, “It’s the first time I’m seeing them in a long time and the last time they saw me they told me I was going to hell.”

Giving the girl a sympathetic smile, Kate reached over and gave her a kiss on the head. “It’s okay.I’ll be right there alongside you.” Taking the girl’s hand, she lead her to the island that opened up to the living room and sat alongside her, giving words of encouragement to her over breakfast.


‘Forgive me father, I am weak’

She was nervous, hell she was petrified. [Y/N] had just gotten back from college, she had moved out of her small town for four years and found out so many things that changed her life. Things that made her more comfortable in herself and she was terrified of what her family was going to say about the whole thing.

She hadn’t even unpacked her bags yet, because she was sure there was no point, and she already had her ticket to Gotham where she had an entry level job in her desired field that she was going to no matter what happened here and now.

With a deep breath, [Y/N] looked up from the hands that she had clasped in her lap to look at her parents and siblings, one sister and two brothers, who were all looking at her with a look of concern. “[Y/N], honey, are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.”

“I’m fine.” With a deep breath, she licked her lips and dug her fingers so hard into her skin that she felt that she was going to draw blood. “I just have something I need to tell you. It’s important.” Her mother nodded along and her father motioned for her to go along.

With a another deep breath that filled her ears with the pounding of her heart she let it out,”I’m gay,” and after that everything seemed to move in slow motion. She could remember her father screaming at her and her mother trying to calm him down, she remembered the look of sympathy from her siblings as her father screamed that she was going to hell and to get out of his because she was never welcomed there again. But most importantly, she remembered her mother not trying to defend the her.

And so, with tears pouring from her eyes she stood from the kitchen table and left her family home, to never go back.  Instead she went to Gotham, where she knew she was safe and where she had found a home in the arms of Kate Kane.


‘But it’s not forgiveness that I seek’

It was finally time, it had been a few hours since breakfast and the young couple had taken things slowly. The cleaned their home to the best of their abilities while they also lounged together on the sofa cuddling and talking about their future.  But it was finally time.

[Y/N] had put on a nice crop top and high waisted skirt that meant only a small part of her midriff was showing and not all of it and Kate had put on something similar, only with jeans a leather jacket over her top while [Y/N] had a simple cardigan.

Sitting in the café, [Y/N] could help the nerves that were building within her stomach and she shook her leg up and down in anticipation for what was going to come. Kate looked over to the girl and placed her hand over her’s, with her thumb rubbing soft circles on the skin to calm her down. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. You’re not doing this alone. You have me…and I may have also told the boys what was going on so you also have Jason and Damian ready to kill them when you give the word.”

A chuckle left [Y/N]’s lips as she looked to Kate with loving eyes, “I love you.” Kate returned the smile and leaned forward to give the girl a peck on the lips, “I love you too.”

The clearing of a throat caused the two to turn their heads and look at the chairs that were facing them, there stood [Y/N]’s parents. The same parents who had kicked her out upon her coming out, [Y/N] wished she could say they looked the same but they didn’t. They were greying and old, looking older than they should have. “Mom. Dad.”

[Y/N] stood from her seat and was brought into a tight hug by her mother, but her father refused to even look at her before he sat down in the seat facing Kate. With a deep sigh, [Y/N] took a seat by Kate and looked over to her parents.

They sat in silence for a while, the air tense and filled with unspoken aggression from her father towards her and Kate while her mother simply stared at her with doting eyes and a warm smile.

Clearing her throat slightly, [Y/N] tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ears and broke the silence, “Why did you want to meet? Why now?” Looking to her father for an explanation, she was meet with a small glare and an disgruntled face.

“Your mother and I…no your mother heard about your….engagement.” The way the word engagement was spoken was through gritted teeth with a snark behind it that meant he didn’t believe the meaning of the word in this context. “She wanted to come meet your fiance and she dragged me along with her.”

Nodding slightly, [Y/N] looked down to her ring finger where a simple engagement ring sat before looking back up to her parents. Her mother was the next one to speak.

“We’re so happy for you pumpkin, that you’re happy.” A grumble was heard from her father, barely audible but it caused [Y/N] to roll her eyes and she decided that she was finally going to fight back against your father.

“Do you have a problem?” Her father looked at her shocked, “Yes I have a problem. I thought you would be over this stupid homosexuality phase by now. I thought you would be marrying a man.”

Anger spread through [Y/N]’s body as she looked at the man she once called ‘daddy’. “Excuse me? You have no right to be angry at me for being who I am and for being comfortable in who I am. Who I love and marry is none of your business. I love Kate and she loves me.”

With a roll of his eyes, her father stood from the chair angrily, pushing the chair to the floor with the force of his movement as his hands slammed against the table. “You will not marry her. I forbid it.” And with that he began to walk out.

Standing from her own seat, [Y/N] grabbed her father’s arm and turned to look at him. “I am marrying Kate whether you like it or not, the only difference it will make is if you decided you’ll be there and be happy for your daughter or not.” Letting go of his arm, she let him leave and she looked to her mother, shocked that she didn’t leave with him.

“We divorced about a year after you left. Turns out [B/N] is gay too and he couldn’t take it. So I left. I was sick of him tearing the family apart because of his bigoted views. I only supported him because I had no other options, I feel pregnant senior year of HIgh School and had to drop out, so I never worked. But I did it. I got my GED and I left.” As her mother stood from her seat, she placed a hand on her daughter’s cheek and smiled, “I love you and I always have. I would love to go to your wedding if you’d have me.” Wrapping her arms around the older woman, [Y/N] felt tears sting her eyes because she finally had her mother back.


‘Your love is holy’

It finally happened, [Y/N] and Kate were finally married. The ceremony wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t too small because almost every member of the Justice League was there and so were immediate family members.

But the time had come, the time for the father daughter dance and [Y/N] remained seated while Kate danced with her father, looking as beautiful as ever in her [D/C] dress that she had somehow been convinced to wear. But suddenly the dance stopped and Jacob started to walk towards [Y/N] with his hand outstretched and a smile on his face, “You’re my daughter now too. Have been for a long time.

[Y/N] took the man’s hand and lifted the edges of her [D/C] dress so that she didn’t trip as she walked to join Kate on the dance floor. Jacob took both the girl’s hands and twirled them before bringing them close to him together, allowing Kate and [Y/N] to look each other in the eyes as they whispered the words ‘I love you’.

Magnus: Simon, do you take Raphael Santiago as your faithful husband-

Raphael: wtf, we just asked you help to find Camille, you can’t just marry me off to Simon

Magnus: well, since I’ve looked after Raphael since he was a fledling and I just adopted Simon-

Simon: what

Magnus: you two are now officially wedded, amen, live happily ever after eternally


Entreat me not to leave thee, or return from following after thee. For whither thou goest, I will go, and where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Angel do so to me, and more also,  i f   a u g h t   b u t   d e a t h   p a r t   t h e e   a n d   m e .