oh my god i can say that!

can you believe one saturday morning, even will come home from the nearest bakery with two fresh baguettes under his arm and as he’ll walk in, he’ll start playing la vie en rose by édith piaf on his phone, humming along. and isak, who will be sitting at their little table at which they share most of their meals, (that is, when they’re not eating on their bed as they watch tv, but they try not to do that too often), finishing an assignment, will look up from his computer as he hears the music, and his brow will furrow but he’ll still have that smile on his face he can’t possibly hide

and he’ll give even a look that both says “oh my god, who are you?” and “no matter the answer to my previous question, i’m so happy to be sharing this life with you”. and even will tell him “bonjour, isak” as he leans in and kisses his cheek, and isak will laugh a little, and he’ll reply “bonjour, even”. and even will put the baguettes on the table and take isak’s hand and tug him up, and isak won’t protest 

and even’s other hand will be on isak’s hip and they’ll slowly sway as the song finishes, foreheads and nose touching, and even will whisper to him “we should go to paris one day” and isak will smile and place a kiss on his lips and reply “we will”, because he hasn’t traveled much in his life and, really, isak would love to discover the entire world with even by his side 

playing with fire (7) | taehyung

Originally posted by chimchams

genre: fluff, fuckboy taehyung, smut                                                          

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: you knew what you were in for, but it was too late to get out. besides, it’s not like you wanted to anyways.

last chapter: here 

flashback : italics 

   I like you, Y/N. It kept playing in your head over and over again. Yes, you knew that already, but you can’t let it sink in. You can’t go through a relationship again. You can’t go through giving someone your everything just to have them not give anything back in the end. But, maybe this was your wake up call. He moved on, now it was your turn.

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BTS’ Reaction to Their Son Telling Them He Got a Boyfriend at School

since you didn’t specifically specify what age, i assumed maybe within the teenage years. i hope u like it !! ♡


He’d be really casual about it - Seokjin knew that his son getting into a relationship would happen eventually. 

“Really, honey? Aww, my baby’s growing up… I hope you chose a nice boy, sweetie. We’ll have him round for dinner some time this week, if you’d like.”

Originally posted by kumamxni


He might be a bit protective at first, especially if this was his son’s first relationship. After all, his son was his baby, his pride and joy - and if anyone dared to hurt Min Yoongi’s baby, they had another thing coming. But when Yoongi looked over at his husband who was sat across the dining table, his heart would fill with love and joy. 

“A boyfriend, hm? What’s his name? Is he nice? I’m sure you guys make a cute couple, but boys are trouble - so be careful,” he’d laugh, smiling fondly at his son. “We love you.”

Originally posted by jeonsshi


“Ahh, how exciting. Have you kissed him yet?”

“Oh my god, Dad, no! Ugh, you’re so embarrassing.”

“It’s my job as your father to embarrass you, son. So when can your Mama and I meet your prince charming?”

“Seriously? He’s not my prince charming… and I don’t want him to meet you, you’ll say something weird and he’ll run away!”

“Don’t be silly, I wouldn’t say something weird. I might already planning on bringing out your baby photos and showing him, though.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Namjoon/Rap Monster:

Namjoon wouldn’t be surprised when his son told him he had a boyfriend. Right from when his kid first started learning about relationships, Namjoon made it clear that it was okay for him to date girls, boys (or neither) and anyone in between. 

He’d ask his son the basic questions - what his name was, what he was like, etc. After seeing his son beam while talking about his boyfriend, Namjoon wouldn’t pry any further and would get on with the rest of his day.

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan


“You have a what?!” 

Jimin would spit out his water, staring at his son wide eyed.

“You promised me when you were 5 that you wouldn’t date anyone until you were 40!” Jimin would laugh, his son laughing too.

“Ah, I’m just kidding. I hope he’s a nice boy.” He’d say softly, rustling his son’s hair. 

Originally posted by minspink


Taehyung would ask a million and one question about the “new man” in his son’s life.

“Do I know him? Is he one of your classmates? I swear, if it’s one of the kids who egged our house last Hallowee- Oh, he’s not? That’s good. I’m happy for you sweet pea! I hope he’s good to you… and I hope you’re good to him as well! Ahh, young love…”  He would rush all that out while hugging his son tightly, kissing his head.

Originally posted by kimthwriter


“If he even hurts you in the slightest, I’ll beat him up.”

“Dad, you can’t beat up a kid!”

Jungkook would laugh, pulling his son in for a hug. 

“I know, I know. But this is your first relationship… I can’t help feeling protective. It’s all because I love you, kid.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

- angus  ♡ ♡ ♡

Mae & Celica “””S”””

I was having a not so great day so for fun I whipped up a “”””S Support”””” for two cuties who should have smooched and been girlfriends, Mae and Celica. It was relaxing and this turned out tooth-rottingly fluffy lol, thought some of my followers might enjoy it so here you go. Also I wrote this in like 2 hours and haven’t tried to write either of these characters before so be gentle ;p 

Mae: Hey… Celica.

Celica: Oh no, you seem so somber again…

Mae: W-what? Wait, no way! N-no somber sourpusses over here!

Mae: …Well. Kind of.

Mae: Look, you’ve given me the confidence to say this, but I still need to psych myself up first.

Celica: I don’t understand. What’s this all about, Mae?

Mae: …

Mae: …I love you.

Celica: …Hm? That’s all?

Mae: Y-yeah. I… I love you, Celica.

Celica: But I know that already, Mae. I love you as well. You’re my dear friend.

Mae: No, I mean—I mean LOVE love! Y’know, the romantic kind?

Mae: The “I-want-to-hold-you-and-protect-you-and-wow-you’re-gorgeous-I-want-to-kiss-you-so-bad-and-oh-my-gods-did-I-really-just-say-all-that” kind…

Celica: I…

Celica: G-goodness. So when you confided in me before… I wasn’t expecting… I’m not quite sure what to say.

Mae: You can say you don’t feel the same! Heck, I expect you to!

Mae: I know you’ve never seen me…y’know, as a woman. And my personality is way below your station.

Mae: Besides, there’s that– That boy, Alm, from the castle…

Mae: But you gave me a real confidence boost the other day, dammit! Mila can’t blame a gal for trying!

Celica: …Mila… I wonder.

Mae: Huh?

Celica: I…always assumed Alm was my destiny. That’s been deeply ingrained in me, and supported by others.

Celica: But… Not only are you, one of the people I most trust, challenging that…

Celica: You’re proposing an alternative.

Celica: I wonder… Heehee… Oh, Mae, always creating trouble…

Mae: C-Celica, listen! If you really like that guy, I’m not getting your way! Really!

Celica: Don’t, worry, Mae. I… Heeheehee… Your words have really stirred my heart.

Celica: You’ve so long been a powerful presence in my life… And I know you’d protect that life with yours.

Celica: I stand by my words that you’re an absolute catch.

Mae: Aw jeez, you’re making me blush again! Celica, are you seriously…?

Celica: I want to…to try this, Mae. Try being with you.

Celica: Destiny or no, it… I think it would make me very happy.

Mae: Oh. My. Gosh. I…you feel the same? I didn’t have a plan for you feeling the same!


Mae: Pfffftha! Duma Priests? Pirate Kings? Boey? Look out, Mae’s unstoppable!

Mae: Any of you lay a finger on my girl, I’ll have your hide!

Mae: …U-um, unless it’s too early to be calling you “my girl”… Haha…

Celica: Oh, never change, Mae. I… I love you… The way you are.  

Issues- Part Seventeen


Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.


Death, violence, and of course swearing! 

Word count-2,308

Read previous parts- HERE

Part Seventeen

Before I could open the door my body froze which caused Negan to almost knock into me from behind. Not that I would be complaining about that if he did.

Turning around to face him I opened my mouth but quickly shut it again. 

Unable to form the words spinning in my mind. How can I explain that I don’t want him to gloat at what was about to happen. Just because I wasn’t fighting him on it didn’t mean that I agreed with it, that I wanted him to to do it. 

Truth be told I don’t think he really wanted to do it either. I think he just did it because he had to, if he didn’t he wouldn’t be in charge for long and he wouldn’t be protected, he wouldn’t be able to protect all of the people who he does. Including me.

“What is it doll?” His face softened while I was stuck in thought “Just spit it out y/n” he always knows.

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anonymous asked:

Watch me walk up to the Alphas and say, "My coffee can use some cream" ☕

Oh my god
I seriously left a “cream” line out of that chapter because I thought everyone would think it was stupid
I was so wrong 😂😂😂

anonymous asked:

can't wait for the upcoming weirdly arousing regeneratation and neck cracking scene in brotherhood oh boy oh man.,.,.,,, (I never thought i could say that, but its Greed so it works... you are doing God's work here my dude)

Haha, yeah….. “weirdly”…..

Thanks for the love, Anon! So glad you’re enjoying the blog! 🖤

episode one :: Yuuri Katsuki is the most beautiful disaster that Victor has ever met in his entire life, and Victor has built his empire on beautiful disasters.

Victor isn’t sure he knows what he’s doing anymore by the time casting rolls around for season 22 of The Bachelor.  Okay, he knows what he’s doing, but it’s all autopilot.  He’s got a dossier of Chip Vanderbones and Tad Hardbeefs to look at, but is almost resigned enough to just give into Lilia and Yakov’s suggestion to cast Georgi Popovich, notorious histrionic Bachelorette season 10 runner-up, as this season’s lead out of sheer notgivingafuckness.  At this point Victor isn’t even sure whether he really wants to be in this game at all anymore, but what the hell else he would do besides sleep for a thousand years if he retired before thirty?  

And then Phichit Chulanont comes into his office to distract him during a conference call with Yakov to tell him a story about his friend who just crashed and burned at the Figure Skating Grand Prix Finals, and everything click click clicks into place: redemption narrative.  Twenty young men are going for the gold, but only one can win the heart of Yuuri Katsuki– he can hear the promos, see the character arcs unfold, and the narratives rush through him like they’ve always lived inside him and it feels–exciting.  

“Phichit,” Victor says suddenly, interrupting Phichit and grabbing him from across his desk.  “We have to get him.  He’s our next bachelor.”

“Oh my God,” Phichit replies, eyes widening, and then again, “Oh my God.

“Do you think you could get him?” Victor asks.  He’s seeing figure skating dates, thematic destination shoots in Chile and Finland and Iceland, “The Bachelor: Love on Ice” title screen flashing over two champagne glasses on the lip of an outdoor hot tub.  

“Do I think I can get him,” Phichit repeats dismissively, looking the closest to offended that Victor has ever seen him.  “What do you think you hired me for, Nikiforov.”

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ngozi: “i don’t think it’s a spoiler, but bitty’s probably gonna have a giant food empire. and then people will, like, walk up to bitty and jack in public places and they’ll be like, ‘oh my God! i can’t believe you’re here!’ and jack will say like ‘uh, thanks’ but they’re actually talking to bitty”

“Prom was invented just to make girls starve so they can fit in a dress and compete over a stupid title.”

“Uh –” Derek blinks, eyes his sister dubiously, “I’m not a girl?”

Cora huffs. “Whatever.”

In the kitchen Laura bursts out laughing. “Don’t worry.” She yells. “Cora is just jealous she will have to wait five years to go to her own prom.”

“I’m not going!” Cora yells back. “Prom is stupid, I don’t even know why you’re going,” she tells Derek, “it’s not like you know how to have fun.”

Derek raises an eyebrow while Laura just laughs harder. “Oh my god.” Their older sister says. “I stay away for six months and Cora turns into a sassy queen.” She walks into the living room, pretends to wipe at her eyes. “I’m so proud.”

“You two are ridiculous.” Derek says, turning around. “And I’m just going because Erica promised to pay me. With ice cream.” Then he gives Cora a wicked smile. “That I’m not going to share with either of you.”

“You are the worst brother!” Cora yells as he begins to climb the stairs. “And I hope you fall on your ass while trying to dance!”

“Can’t hear you!” Derek’s cell begins to ring. “Too busy getting ready to prom!”

Laura lets out a high-pitched laughter. “I love you two so much.”

Derek shakes his head fondly, closes his bedroom door behind himself just as Cora tells Laura to shut up. “Hey.” He answers the phone, collapsing on his bed. “What’s up?”

“Yo,” Stiles answers, “whatcha doing?”

“Listening to my sisters fight.” He says, snorting when he hears his dad start complaining about all the yelling and ‘no, Cora, I’m not letting you go to prom, you’re thirteen!’. “I’m gonna have to check the trunk of my car tomorrow night.”

Stiles laughs. “She’s not that good.”

“If you keep teaching her, she will be.” Derek blurts out, curses himself mentally when he realizes it came out harsher than he intended.

It’s just – sometimes he can’t help it. He’s known Stiles since they were four, Cora wasn’t even born then, but one day she turned eleven and Stiles became her new favorite person. Stiles couldn’t find it funnier and took Cora as his little apprentice. He even taught her how to cheat on Mario Kart.

He’s never taught Derek that.

Derek rolls his eyes, thinks about his little sister still downstairs pouting and trying to convince their dad that she’s old enough to go out. He shouldn’t be jealous of her, but the thing is – he grew up with two sisters, he knows how to share toys and food, but he doesn’t know how to share Stiles.

Because Stiles is his.

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SKAM S04E05 Clip 5 - Imagine all the people living life in peace

ESKILD: “You’re the one called Elias, right?”
EVA: Elias is your brother?
ESKILD: Then I go up to him and then I stroke him, just a little bit on his side at first, then I feel like a shiver going up his spine. *Gag noises* Then he left pretty quickly, but he seemed open for more fun.
CHRIS: Are you crazy?
EVA: Stop! I can send you the money.
CHRIS: Send me the money? What?
EVA: I can send it! How much is it? Hello!
CHRIS: 112.
EVA: It doesn’t!
CHRIS: 112 for a beer.
EVA: I can give you..
CHRIS: 112,50. 112,40..
[Are you coming?]
EVA: 112,40?
CHRIS: Point 40.
[John Lennon - Imagine]
EVEN: Thank you!
CHRIS: Oh my God
SANA: Yeah..
CHRIS: Yeah..
SANA: Oh, I love you so much.

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thefallinggame  asked:

Anzu and Yuugi working out makes me think of Jou and Honda hauling Yuugi off to the gym and trying to get him into weight lifting XD

Honda your military is showing.

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A thought I’ve had this morning...

I’m seeing people drawing and talking about how Yuri and Otabek practiced “the glove thing”. And that’s very funny, really it is, and I like it, but let’s remember…

In the manga, we can see how Yuri was pissed off about Yuuri skating his exhibition with Viktor, and Yuri asks Otabek to take part in his exhibition in that right moment, just before his own exhibition, right? 

Initially, Otabek wasn’t going to take part in all of this, and he can’t pair skate with Yuri. He just helped Yuri the night before to practice his program with the new song. Well, my headcanon now is what all “the glove thing” was TOTALLY IMPROVISED.

Maybe Yuri told Otabek in the last minute: “Stay at the edge of the icerink, then, when I bring you my hands, you take off my gloves, in the most spectacular way that comes to your mind, and at the end, make the pew pew thing with your finger, k?”. And Otabek thought: “Hmm, spectacular way… oh my god, I can only think taking off his glove with my teeth…”

If my headcanon is true and they didn’t practice “the glove thing” before, OH MY LORD, THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!!

((PS: sorry if something is weird explained, I’ll be apologizing for my awful english forever))

27 Dress Code Violations

@jilychallenge 04/2017 | @bantasticbeasts vs @anxiouspotter

Muggle AUs | “i get dress coded so you give me your jacket and we protest unfair regulations for girls together/you sass the teacher about how distracted you are by my shoulders”

Word Count: 2500

special shoutout to @jiilys. solidarity, sister



She walks into English fifteen minutes late, wearing both a deeply unflattering smock and a scowl. Neither are an especially new look on her.

“Vector,” she says under her breath, as an answer to Mary McDonald’s unspoken question. It’s the answer to every question in the room. Ms Vector is notorious among them all for her very strict adherence to the school’s dress code.

“Yes, Miss Evans’ entrance was very exciting, but I’ll have your attention back to the lesson now, please,” says Ms McGonagall. James snaps back to attention. It’s for the best.


“Here,” James says, shrugging off his jacket and thrusting it toward Lily. She gives him this look like, fuck off, and James has to bite his tongue to stop from aggravating her. “They’re doing uniform checks up the hall. Just put it on.”

Evans gives him a very strange look, and it takes him a second to realise that it’s neutral.

She looks good in his jacket.


Every third dress code violation results in a lunch time detention. It’s only October, and Lily’s already had six. She doesn’t look at James as she takes the seat three ahead and one to the left of him.


There’s a thump from somewhere in the back of the classroom, and McGonagall isn’t planning on looking up - it sounds like it came from the general vicinity of Potter and Black, and that’s certainly not a situation she wants to engage with - but the entire class is already turned around to see what the fuss is.

She strides down the aisle between the desks, and is about three years past surprised to find James Potter lying on the floor, gazing at the ceiling, glasses knocked aside.

“Am I boring you so much that you decided to take a nap?” she asks, and James gives this wicked smile, and here we go–

“Sorry, Miss, I can’t get up. It’s Evans’ shoulders - they’re overwhelming me. I simply can’t do anything until she covers them up. Sirius, tell me when it’s safe.”

He’s a funny boy, she’ll give him that. “Potter, get up. This is hardly the time for foolishness.”

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migumiglorious replied to your post “You mentioned in your tags on your post that you are in the upswing of…”

Oh my god “try harder” is what all my teachers and counselor told me for the four year duration of middle school whenever I said I didn’t understand the material in class or when I said I couldn’t focus and it was h e l l. Honestly I think teachers say that cause they think students are lying, so that they can go “Oh I did my job I didn’t ignore them” when in reality they’re still doing that. I get close to flipping my shit every time I hear someone say it now.

Try harder has been my mantra through all of my childhood right the way through to my adult years. Try harder. 

Like honestly the whole time I was at university I was having a perpetual meltdown, there was no way I could have possibly tried harder. I graduated with a 2:1 with honors (I have no idea how to translate that for the Americans, sorry, it’s pretty good though, like not 4.0 good but Up There) and the first thing my professor said to me, with a big ole smile on his face was “now imagine what you could have done if you’d just tried harder” and all I could hear after that was the Kill Bill siren in my head. Like I’d just coasted my way there, and hand’t spent four years torturing myself, crying daily and completely destroying my personal life to try and keep it together long enough to reach graduation day.

And that’s a summary of my entire school life right there, with report cards that say “Joy is extremely clever but just doesn’t try hard enough”, “could be wonderful, if she only tried harder.” And it took until last year when I was joking with @jeneelestrange that it’s odd that I know all the things that I know because I’m not all that clever, and haha isn’t it funny that I’m able to remember these things despite this this and this, and there was this moment of pause which you could hear even over the internet before Jenee very gently nudged me with “hey…uh…that uh…that’s a learning disorder, you have a learning disorder” and I went haha no I just don’t try hard enough, I’m just not all that clever…right? I’m just stupid, right? Why else do I struggle so much with academic things…

Wait, what do you mean ADHD gets overlooked in girls because it presents differently than in boys? What?! What do they mean it’s hard?!?! WELL WHY DON’T THEY TRY HARDER?!!

Burning Low

“You’re not going to believe me,” Yuuri insists.

“No piece of dog related information can be kept from me, Yuuri.”

Yuuri huffs, buries his face in Makkachin’s fur. They’re lying on Viktor’s bed, atop plush sheets, the hum of Euro pop soft in the background. Yuuri’s wearing ratty sweatpants and a T-shirt, dotted with the occasional curl of Makkachin’s hair. Viktor can’t look away. Their fingers are laced over the poodle’s plump belly, something that keeps happening, ever since the Cup of China. There are two periods in Viktor’s life: B.C., Before China, and after. Viktor loves the after.

“Vicchan was a stray,” Yuuri mumbles.

Viktor tries not to laugh. “Oh, love, I know there were posters in your room with my face on them– you can say you bought Vicchan.”

Viktor,” Yuuri whines, burying his face into Makkachin. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Okay, okay,” Viktor chuckles. “So Vicchan was a stray.” He wiggles over the top of Makkachin, presses a kiss to Yuuri’s forehead.

“Yeah,” Yuuri breathes, soft. “When I found him and brought him back to the onsen, soaked in muddy puddle water and curls all matted, I thought he was some kind of gift from god. A poodle all my own. So I could be just like you.”

“Clearly, your parents agreed.” The brown eyes flicker up to him, twinkling.

“No,” Yuuri admits. “They told me Vicchan probably belonged to someone else. That we had to put up signs saying we’d found him.” He snorts gently through his nose. “…I sobbed for hours.” Makkachin snuffles, licks Yuuri’s cheek. “I plucked up Vicchan and locked myself in my room–my parents had to talk me down through the door. They told me they knew I loved Vicchan, but that maybe there was some other little boy out there missing him, loving him.”

“And you,” Viktor says, “my softhearted Yuuri, you were willing to give him back.”

Yuuri presses his lips together. Amused. “No,” he contradicts again, quietly. “That didn’t work. After all, who could love Vicchan more than me? I refused to put up the Found Dog signs up because of that.” There’s a pause, and Viktor fills in the gap. Until. “Then, they told me that Vicchan could be missing the place where he belonged.”

“Oh, Yuuri,” Viktor says. Maybe they shouldn’t discuss Yuuri’s dog– sometimes when he looks at Makkachin, the cinnamon eyes still glaze over.

“How could I take Vicchan away from what he loved? So we put up signs,” Yuuri finishes, smile small. “I was ready to give him up. Ready, even if it broke my heart.” Their fingers tighten across Makkachin’s belly, and it’s natural to lean forward and kiss him, all ruffled hair and round cheeks, gentle eyes. Viktor’s Yuuri. Viktor’s everything.

“Let’s end this,” Yuuri says, in Barcelona. The man who is his everything, and he wants to end it.

You don’t have to break your heart, Viktor thinks. Oh, you don’t have to break your heart

Maybe Next Time (m)

[10:36 PM] Jimin: babe, i have an emergency

[10:37 PM] You: what is it??

[10:37 PM] Jimin: um, i’m really hard right now. help me out

[10:38 PM] Jimin: baby, please. i want to fuck you so hard, hear you scream for me so fucking bad

[10:39 PM] Jimin: [image0541.png]

[10:39 PM] Jimin: please? :)

Synopsis: You’re finally seeing Jimin tomorrow after months of amorous skype sex, but the night before he asks for a small favor.

Originally posted by jiminarmy

Pairing: Jimin x Reader // gaming au/long distance relationship

Genre: Smut, Humor

Word Count: 4k

Includes: skype sex, dirty talk

Trilogy: Until Next Time ↣ Maybe Next Time ↣ At Last

A/N: the last part will probably be called “finally” from how i feel abt this trilogy coming to an end HAHA. sorry this fic is really short btw qq i’ll try to bump it up for the next ^^

[11:29 PM] Jimin: is requesting a video call…

[11:30 PM] You: missed a video call from Jimin.

Three months have passed since the accidental encounter with Park Jimin, your cyber fuck buddy. You would have never guessed that a random stranger from a dumb online game would grow the slightest ounce of significance in your life; then again, perhaps you just got lucky.

[11:30 PM] Jimin: wtf are you doing, don’t you want to see my face?

[11:32 PM] You: We have thirty minutes till midnight and i want to sleep

[11:32 PM] Jimin: well i just want to see you

[11:33 PM] You: ur literally seeing me tomorrow. leave me alone omfg

It isn’t a lie that you are going to hop on a short plane ride to see him in person after viewing his face through a small screen for months. Honestly, the few months of phone sex and dirty texts lost their excitement and thrill. So, like every time before, Jimin pressed on the fact that you should see him.

And after giving the same response of “no” for a while, you finally comply and the long awaited day is less than 24 hours away.

So why the fuck is he requesting to video call as if that day is never arriving?

[11:37 PM] Jimin: please, i’m kind of horny rn :)

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100% authentic real clip deleted from 2x21

alex: i really don’t see what you mean, maggie. lena is straight. she dated that science guy

maggie: she’s gay. major lesbian. she’s in love with kara

alex: no way. she’s not. no.

kara: guys-

maggie: yes she is. totally.

kara: guys-

alex: and plus, kara likes james.

maggie: are you joking? kara is totally in love with lena

kara: guys-

alex: kara is straight! and so is lena!

maggie: HA

kara: GUYS

maggie: kara shut up you have no say in this


lena: j'onn, you can read minds, right? does kara like me? i don’t think she does. is it because i’m a luthor? it’s because i’m a luthor, isn’t it?

j'onn: oh my god lena