otp: she likes what i do

Can we please talk about how surprised Mon-El seemed that just being there and holding Kara was enough?

I felt like when he was talking with Winn and he said “what’s left for me?” what he meant was “what’s left for me to do for her?” as in she’s Supergirl - what could she need from him? I think he was kind of afraid to ask and have her realize that she didn’t actually need him for anything.

I think he realized in their last scene that being there, supporting her in the simplest ways, was enough for her and it kinda blew him away. I think he was struggling to see what he could give to someone so incredible and strong and I think those little expressions - the smiles and the soft looks on his face - were showing us that he understands that yes she’s amazing beyond words but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want someone to be there for her at the end of a terrible day. 

He asked what she needed from him and he probably wasn’t prepared to hear that just being there was enough. From what we know about his past there probably hasn’t been a time in his life when just being Mon-El was enough for someone. Especially someone he cared about and that he wanted to comfort and support. He is so new to all of this and I can’t imagine what it meant to him for her to tell him that all she wanted from him… was him.

mary: a literal assassin, shoots sherlock in the chest, deduced to be a ‘sociopath’, constantly condescending, insidiously chips away at john’s self-worth, threatens sherlock while he’s in hospital, almost kills sherlock a second time at the empty houses, is coded subtextually as moran, gets sent a “curtain rises - the last act” text from sherlock, already knows to go to the london aquarium without being told, tells sherlock that they’re “even” now that she’s ‘taken a bullet for him’, sends sherlock a “miss me” dvd, tells sherlock to go to hell, tells sherlock to kill himself so that john will either commit suicide out of guilt if he watches the dvd too late and fails to save sherlock, or hate himself for not saving sherlock without the help of the dvd in the first place because he’s “so perfect” and should have intuitively known sherlock was in danger because that’s ‘who he is’, a catch-22 situation in which sherlock and john always end up forced apart no matter what and john always ends up suicidal

fans, casuals, literally everyone?: mary’s redemption arc was so beautiful. she was such a strong, brave female character and i can’t believe “”shippers”” think she’s an antagonist because she gets in the way of their “””OTP”””

people with common sense: 

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

I remember one time in 7th grade a teacher was asking us about what certain acronyms stood for and she asked about ‘OTP’ and the kids in fandoms yelled “One true paring!” while the normal kids said “On the phone” and everyone was just so confused

Just because Melissa and Chris are dating that doesn’t mean she likes the fictional character of Mon-el or supports that fictional relationship.

Melissa Benoist, unlike the majority of most fandoms, has the ability to separate actors from roles. I’m sure Chris Wood was not a slaveowner in his time. He also is probably not spoiled, entitled, toxic, abusive, misogynistic, needy and in constant need of Melissa’s validation. 

Chris Wood =/= Mon-hell

Melissa =/= Kara

Melissa/Chris =/= ..whatever the fuck y’ll call that shit.

Your unhealthy fictional otp gets no bonus points or validation for what people do in real life.

Bye.

Okay but can we briefly discuss how in complete awe Lexa was of Clarke? Here’s a girl who’s gone through so much and done so much for her people and here comes this girl who literally fell out of the sky. Who kills hundreds of her warriors and dares to sass thr great commander and she literally looks at her like she puts the stars in the sky. I don’t know what upsets me more how much Lexa loved and appreciated Clarke or that Clarke doesn’t have that kind of pure love and total support anymore.

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A Richonne Ranking: 40 Moments
[35] Warning Pop – Knots Untie, 6x11

The dynamic duo are back in action for the first time since they got some action and, in case you were concerned their recent romance would leave them floundering in a fight, we are all good here. These two can look after themselves, and they can damn sure look after each other.

There isn’t even a beat between Hilltop Lady punching Rick, and Michonne appearing from nowhere to take her down. If this zombie outbreak ever passes, Michonne could really consider a job in the secret service. Her reflexes are catlike. Her fighting’s efficient. Within a second, she has that situation handled. It’s easy to see why Rick gets cocky with MVP Michonne on-side. Even before this, she provides him the distraction he needs to stop the other Hilltop dude, Nathan, from killing him. Classic OTP shenanigans.

  • Danai: When this young lady decides to punch Rick, Michonne, of course, doesn’t like that. What she’s really trying to do is give her a little warning pop. […] Don’t mess with Rick in front of Michonne.
another actual friendly reminder

Rowan loves Aelin so much he ate the horrible (he had to throw up afterwards) chocolate cake Aelin baked for him to the very last bite because she was nervous about whether he’d like it or not

anonymous asked:

Any opinions on Dex/Nursey as parents?

OOF. So I’m actually halfway into the first chapter of a secretdad!Nursey fic so I have a lot of dad!Nursey thoughts, but I actually had to put some thought into dad!Dex opinions, and then a good amount of thought into the combination of Dex/Nursey as parents! That said, do I have opinions on Dex/Nursey as parents? 

DO I EVER, MY FRIEND.

  • So first off: the way these boys were brought up has a Big Impact on how they are as parents.
    • Nursey was raised by two moms who loved him to pieces and let him be soft and feminine when he wanted to be and were hugely affectionate when they were there, but who also traveled a lot for work. Dex was raised by parents who also worked a lot, but who were almost always stressed about money–and he felt that stress really young and learned to internalize it. They both love their parents, but they also both picked up a lot from their parents–both “what to do” and “what not to do”.
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if you’re gonna shit on ginny because she was a mary sue / “overrated” at least acknowledge that we saw her from the perspective of an incredibly biased person (aka the inventor of denial), of course she’s not actually perfect but there’s a reason she goes from ~ron’s little sister that i do like but isn’t rly relevant to my life i’m sorry also i’m actively ignoring her crush on me so it’s a tiny bit awkward~ to !!! good god what an angel?? like ginny’s beautiful?? and plays quidditch!!! and she’s popular and so funny holy fuck ron would KILL me but.. worth it tbh is this.. … what some people call love??? and that reason is called harry potter who spent a good portion of the final books internally combusting whenever ginny did anything what a nerd

So you know how Elena stressed that either Aelin or Dorian need to give up their life force to forge a new Lock? I think I found a way around death so hear me out. Elena said that someone had to give up all their power and life force, but what if they did it together? Like a half and half deal. Neither would have to die AND Elena never said it couldn’t be done. She didn’t even mention it. So it make me think that both gave a little of themselves, like join hands and do whatever needs to be done, both could live and my ships would survive. I don’t know. 

So…which one of your OTP is dumb enough to ask if a lightbulb that’s been on all day is hot, and then proceed to test it by pressing their finger hard against the top of the bulb as long as they can before screaming, while the other person just watches in silence like ‘wtaf’?

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Who’s more likely to find who wearing their clothes?:
Who enunciates hand holding?:
Who likes having their hair washed by who?:
Who likes to slow dance?:
Muse that’s more likely to fall asleep with their head in the others lap?:
Muse that does all the cuddling in a blanket fort?:
Who hogs most of the covers at night?:
Muse who nuzzles the others shoulder to get them to give them a head rub?:
How do they share a desert? Two forks or one?:
Who gets jealous more easily?:
Who gets angered more easily?
How do they go to sleep at night?:
Who gets the most shoulder rubs?:
What are there arguments/fights like? How often do they fight?:
Who is more likely to throw things in fights?:
How do they make it up to each other/apologize after an argument?
Do they have nicknames for each other?:
Caring for each other while ill, how does the other muse go about it?:
Who’s more likely to be patching the others wound?:
Muse that says ‘I told you so’, after they come home from the beach and other muse is burnt to a crisp while whining how bad it hurts for not listening and putting on sunblock after the other muse repeatedly told them they’d get burnt?:
Your otp has a newborn baby, who gets up in the middle of the night when he/she cries?:
Your muse’s of the otp reaction to finding the others crying about something? And how do they make them feel better?:
What would they be like as parents?:
What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?
Who enunciates taking a bath together?:
Who likes who playing with their hair?:
The place they mostly likely accidentally fall asleep together?:

idk why but i was thinking that because sasuke is so incredibly observant, he’d probably notice some slight changes so easily, and it would be the cutest thing. like when sakura got pregnant with sarada and her breasts started growing in size, he must have been so fucking adorable when he finally realized that they’d grown.

they’d be in the middle of loving foreplay, all slow and attentive, where she would have just told him to ease up a little bit because she’s gotten quite sensitive lately. he’d be paying especially considerate attention to her breasts, pressing less firmly than usual, his touch particularly gentle around her nipples. and then he’d move to fully close his hand around her breast, grabbing the whole of it to knead and brush, prompting a fleeting thought in his mind that she felt a little different today; more full, weighted.

and he’d blink and pause, questioning to himself, had they maybe grown in size? pulling himself away from her lips or her neglected breast, he’d look down at her, lightly testing the fullness in his grip, and he’d realize that yes, she had. and they felt a little plushier, too, in this entirely pleasant way.

and sakura wouldn’t know that he’d have taken notice of this—instead, she’d think he was unsure of whether or not he was being gentle enough, that he was worried about hurting her. so she’d tell him with the sweetest tone, “i know i asked you to be a more careful because they’ve been a little more sensitive lately, but you don’t have to be that careful, sasuke-kun…”

to which sasuke would pause again, looking up to meet her eyes for a long moment, before his lips would tug and he’d say, “im not worrying. im just noticing that your breasts are quite…” a faint smirk would play at his mouth, “…different.”

her cheeks would flush. “d-different?”

“hmm. bigger.” her blush would darken, his eyes would gleam. he’d kiss her again, kneading her breast quite appreciatively. “softer.”

the redness to her cheeks would now be absolutely feverish. she’d smack his shoulder a bit, before pulling him against her to bury her face in his neck. “sasuke-kun! stop embarrassing me…”

he’d just chuckle a little, so softly. “i like them,” he’d say.

“like this?”

“however. they’re always nice.”

giggling, she’d pull back, and kiss his cheek. “that was cute.”

he’d kiss her again just to shut her up.

(because of course, ‘cute’ is not something he ever wants to be used to define him.)

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KATIE IS DOING THIS ON PURPOSE SHE KNOWS AND MAKES USE OF IT JUST BC IVE NEVER BEEN AN EMOTIONALLY STABLE PERSON IT DOESNT MAEN U CAN END OUR LIVES LIKE THIS THO IT ENDED WHEN LENA LUTHOR ENTERED THAT OFFICE BUT THATS NOT THE POINT RN NOPE BICC IM OuT thE ANXIETY IS REAA L

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Teacher: “Your daughter is so quiet! I feel like she needs to vocalize her thoughts more in class”

Mom: “I agree completely!”

Me: *clears throat*
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anonymous asked:

29 for ss :)

29 - going away to war au

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A/N: yep, I’m picking these back up again!! I had like 20 left to do ;A; forgive me for the wait!!

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When a knock resounds at his door at two in the morning, Sasuke doesn’t expect it to be her.

“Sakura,” he acknowledges, trying to keep the surprise from seeping into his tone. He frowns. “It’s late. What are you doing here?”

But she doesn’t seem to hear him. “Is it true?” she asks instead, her tone particularly challenging, like she is trying to demand him. Her eyes seem glossy, he can’t help but to note then, like she is trying not to cry. “Is it true, Sasuke-kun?” she asks again, holding a harder edge.

His frown deepens at that, and Sasuke simply looks at her for a moment, puzzlement weighing in; what exactly is she talking about, and why does it make her so upset? Growing evermore concerned, he tries to reach out with a comforting touch, only to flinch near instantly when she moves to slap his hand away, a broken grimace slipping to her lips. She is devastated by this, he realizes with a painful thudding of his heart.

The sensation worsens when she presses, her voice so small, so tight, desperate to be wrong, “Did you really get drafted for the war?”

Sasuke falters, gaze dropping. The news can’t have traveled so quickly, he knows, exhaling a slow sigh. That meant Naruto was the one who told her.

Tch, that idiot, he thought, jaw and fist both clenching. He should have waited before telling her—he should have let me do it.

Still, Sasuke can’t bring himself to lie to her—never could, never wanted to—and so he says nothing in return, only managing a small nod. 

The sound she makes tears his heart to shreds, compelling him to look at her again, throat growing tight at the sight of her tightened fists and anguished, misty eyes. She looks like she’s watching her world fall apart, and he can hardly bear to see it.

Unable to muster words of comfort, he simply ushers her inside instead, drawing her away from the cold to at the very least preserve her health if he couldn’t preserve her heart. And, as he turns and closes the door, he feels a pair of too-familiar arms wrap around him tightly, the softest sound of heartbreak sagged against his back. He doesn’t waste a moment to relent, turning in the tight embrace to wrap his own arms around her smaller form, pulling her firmly against him. 

He knows Sakura appreciates this by the way she hugs him closer, face burying closely against his chest. The movement alone has his eyes slipping shut, fighting against the tight knot forming thickly in his throat.

“Have you told your parents yet?” he hears her ask, after a moment, her wistful voice muffled in his shirt.

Sasuke sighs, so quietly. “No, not yet,” he answers. “I wanted to wait a while. Itachi’s death is still fresh on them… and I know they wouldn’t handle the news well. Especially my mother.”

She hugs him even closer at that, and he sighs again, arms tightening around her just as well. For a while, they simply hold each other, and he relishes in her warmth, her scent. It occurs to him that someday—sooner than he’ll want—he might not be able to feel her like this ever again.

No, he whispers to himself, eyes darkening. His fingers clench her clothes. He can’t allow himself to have such thoughts.

(but, he soon finds, he isn’t the only one who does)

“Sasuke-kun… I’m scared,” Sakura whimpers, shaking lightly as she holds him. The dampness of his shirt tells him she’s crying. “I don’t want you to go…”

“I know,” he whispers back, moving to slip a hand into her hair. He strokes the locks gently. “I know.”

She takes him by surprise by breaking from him in the next moment, nimble fingers gripping at his collar tightly, pulling him down to her level. He almost makes a sound of surprise before he feels her lips on his, moving with warm, fervid affection, causing his brows to furrow from the intensity of it all; but he doesn’t waste a moment to respond, tangling his fingers in her soft pink locks, the arm around her waist pulling her tightly against him.

(a bit heated, for a first kiss, but he doesn’t wonder why—at a time like this, spent in possible borrowed time, passion was never one easy to be controlled.)

They don’t allow themselves to break too far apart as they pull away, foreheads pressing gently as their puffing heated breaths mingled together gracefully.

“Tomorrow,” Sakura says, when she’s finally caught enough of herself to think, “Tomorrow—I’m gonna sign up. If you’re out there, I need to be there too. They need doctors and—”

He pushes her away before he even knows what he’s doing, hands gripping her shoulders in tight hold. “Are you out of your mind?” he hisses, wide dark eyes settling on her harshly. He doesn’t want to think about what it would be like going out there, knowing she was fighting for her life too. Knowing she could be killed at any moment, and he would never even be aware. He grits his teeth fiercely. “You can’t throw your life away like that, Sakura, you know the chances of coming back aren’t—”

“I am not sitting here waiting for you to come back!” she yells in retort, shoving him backwards. Her eyes well up again, and Sasuke swallows at the sight, coming apart at her apparent grief. “I won’t do it. I can’t.”

He can see it in her eyes that she’s made up her mind, that he has no choice in the matter anymore; he can see that nothing he will say will ever make a difference, that she is sure of her decision. Sakura is coming with him.

His jaw tightens, and his eyes slip shut for a moment. He hates the idea, hates the thought, but there is nothing he can do—so he accepts, if grudgingly, and relents the fight.

“You and I—we’re coming back alive, you hear me?” Sasuke says, reaching back for her. His voice is rough, bidding, leaving no room for an alternative. He presses his forehead firmly against her own, and cups her face. “We’re coming back.”

Sakura’s only response is a fervent nod, before she kisses him again, crying. “Yes,” she breathes against his mouth, gripping him harder. “Yes.”

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dealanexmachina said:
I keep seeing Kimberly stands up to bullies for Trini fic but I feel like Trini is the epitome of Fight Me, so can I have fic where Trini is the one who stands up for Kimberly at school? When you get around to it, should you feel so inclined to write fic…

Trini only steps in because they’re annoying her. This is an important note, important to make clear as a lake on a windless day. She doesn’t do it because she cares, or because she’s some kind of real hero. People don’t do stuff like that, in real life.

If anybody knows that, it’s Trini.

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