and bitty tries to move on and jack goes onto join the falconers
and there’s some falcs family get-together early on in the pre-season and bob and alicia can’t make it for Reasons
so jack invites his other family
which – is sort of a terrible idea bc Tater’s flying solo so he adopts Ransom and Holster and shenanigans happen immediately
(think Tater and Bitty doing lifts on the ice but with ransom and holster and alcohol)
and shitty’s hanging all over jack because they haven’t seen each other in weeks and he introduces himself to everyone as jack’s brother – “but not like a lame- ass biological brother, a brother of the heart” – and lardo’s somehow got all these falcs rookies following her around like little ducklings
so bits is kind of off by himself, hovering near the refreshments to monitor which pies are most popular
(he might be distancing himself from jack on purpose. he might be trying to move on. it might be really hard.)
“you’re super short and i’m sorry but it’s really really cute whenever you try to reach that book on the top shelf here lemme help you- oh no don’t be embarrassed, your face is all red and you’re even more adorable now i am going to die” au
“i’m a biker and one day i was biking in your neighborhood while you just happened to be outside watering the plants and since you’re so goddamn cute i accidentally steered into a pole and now you’re giving me first aid (holy shit you’re even cuter up close)” au
“you’re biking through my neighborhood and you ran into a pole so now i’m really concerned and patching you up, oh my gosh you’re really hot even though you have a bloody nose” au
“i’m at a karaoke bar and i’m sober enough to realize that your voice singing my absolute favorite song is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever heard, and you caught me staring and winked at me oh shit” au
“you fell asleep on my shoulder on the plane ride and i would ask you to move but you look so comfy and adorable when you sleep. also you smell really good and the feeling of your breath on my skin is somewhat relaxing, maybe we can go out to lunch in this shitty airport when you wake up?” au
“you’re so perfect and i’m in love with you but i’ve never actually met you and you keep avoiding meeting up, so i called nev and max to help me figure out whether or not you’re catfishing me” au
“whoa it turns out you were actually just super shy and you’re even cuter in person pls kiss me in front of all these cameras” au to followup with that
“i’m a quiktrip worker and whenever I work a night shift, you always arrive and buy like 3 cans of redbull and you look exhausted, do you need some help? are you okay?” au
“you invited me to your brother’s/sister’s wedding as a plus one bc we’re hella best friends but we end up making out at the afterparty and now everyone thinks we’re fucking so uh,, u wanna go out for a drink sometime? try this whole couple thing out?” au
“my sister tried to set me up with her friend but little does she know that i am hella gay and i end up falling in love with her smoking hot brother, and whenever i hang at her place we always tell my sister that it’s for a date when really she’s now just trying to set me up with her brother” au
(this can be tweaked in any way to fit your otp :p)
“i’m one of those talk show stars that walks up to random people on the streets and asks them really obscure questions, and you’re really cute and camera shy and i’m sorry but it’s adorable how you stutter when you’re nervous, uh, perhaps when there aren’t so many cameras surrounding me i can buy you a drink?” au
“you just came up to me on the street and asked where the weirdest place i had sex was and i’m assuming it’s for one of those talk show things, but i’m really nervous because you’re really really hot in that suit holy shit” au
“will you stop flirting with me you just got seriously injured and i’m the EMT trying to tend to your wounds in the ambulance, i don’t give a fuck that i look cute when i’m concerned, you’re lucky you’re not dead you dipshit” au
“my mom/sister/dad/brother/best friend doesn’t know we’re dating but one day he/she/they walked in on us making out and started cheering oh my god this is so embarrassing i’m so sorry” au
“you have fire powers and i have ice powers and one day you save my ass and even though we’re supposed to be rivals, you’re actually really really cute and warm can i just stay in your arms forever bc i am perpetually cold” au
“you have ice powers and i have fire powers and i save your sorry ass from getting hurt/killed, okay i know we’re supposed to be rivals according to every legend ever but you’re adorable and wow you’re really cold, would you like me to warm you up?” au
“i’m so sorry i’ve been stowing away on your ship but i’m lonely and tired and starving with nowhere to go so please take pity on my poor soul bc you’re the sweetest pirate i have ever met and since we’re in the middle of the ocean now there’s no way you’re taking me back to land anytime soon” au
“i would be furious at you for stowing away on my ship if it weren’t for the fact that you look really sick and sad can i help you” au
“dude why did that siren take on my image to try and seduce you, is there something you wanna tell me” au
“I’m an elf with really bad aim so while hunting i accidentally shot you in the shoulder with an arrow i’m so sorry can i make it up to you in any way? oh shit you’re a wizard, please don’t turn me into a frog i’ll do anything you want me to” au
“we’re coworkers and all the other employees ship us so just for fun we all go out clubbing/to a bar but little do we know its actually a plot they set up to get us to realize our supposed love for each other. wait you’re actually a really good dancer and your laugh is so endearing and, holy shit, maybe our colleagues were right” au
“i catch you at the bus terminal shivering your ass off because it’s 30 degrees and for some godforsaken reason you’re wearing a short sleeve t shirt, so out of pity i lend you my hoodie and you look so surprised it’s the cutest thing i’ve ever seen, setting aside the fact that you’re a goddamn idiot, do you want to get sick?” au
(cont.) “you look so sad and cold that i just tell you to keep my hoodie b/c you obviously need it more than i do. a week later i see you at a coffee shop/book store/etc. and you’re wearing my hoodie which you look so fucking tiny and cute in, and you just saw me and you look super embarrassed; you offer me it back but i tell you it suits you more and we end up talking and i buy you a drink” au
“we’re partners in cupcake wars and i never realized how cute you look with frosting on your face until now but no distractions, we have to fucking pummel these other teams because we are the best goddamn cupcake company in the universe WE CAN DO THIS” au
“i’m swimming laps in a lake alone at night and i thought no one else was here but i just swam right into you and uh?? you’re not wearing a shirt and you’re hot as hell pl ease take me right here” au
“i took you to my family’s lakehouse and we went jetskiing which you were so adorably excited about b/c you’ve never been, and when we drove around on the water at ungodly speeds u held onto me b/c there was nothing else to hold onto” au
“my friends dared me to buy 20 condoms but i didn’t realize that the cute cashier would be working tonight so i avoided eye contact as i piled them onto the counter and please stop laughing so hard, oh my god it’s for a dare okay i’ve never had sex in my life and once you stopped laughing, i swear i fell in love with that sparkle in your eye as you grinned wildly at me and asked me out for a drink” au
“i accidentally called the wrong skype number and it turns out the person i called was you and you’re in a different time zone, so it’s 3am where you are and you just woke up and look fucking pissed but you’re cute so… let’s do this again when you’re not asleep. i’m more than willing to stay up into the dead of night to talk to you” au
“i’m a radio host who indirectly mentions you and flirts with you on my show but you’re so goddamn clueless, please just notice me i’m so desperate for you it’s kind of sad (see: welcome to night vale)” au
I’ve been meaning to talk more about Pancake’s story since I started this tumblr back up. After seeing Heather’s post about “share your animal caretaking accomplishments”, it reminded me & seemed like a good time to write this up. :)
Pancake came to my partner’s hedgehog rescue seriously overweight at 800g. She was renamed from Petunia because…well. She did this -
Granted, I’m small & have short legs, but she was just massive! Her previous owner had loved her a lot, but hadn’t had the time to be very hands-on with her.
We had a lot of trouble enticing her to eat and she started to lose weight. She was very picky about food and was pretty resistant to being changed to anything healthier for her. Unfortunately, this all came to a tipping point around Easter, while I was hedgie-sitting her. She stopped eating completely and needed an emergency vet visit on Easter for sub-q fluids, and to be checked for a URI.
I’d fallen in love with Pancake pretty much the night we met her. I asked my partner if I could keep her & adopt her, because I was in a better position to spend the money on vet bills. So, Pancake was my Easter present!
Unfortunately, the next two months ended up being pretty stressful for everyone.
She ended up with a ringworm infection on her feet and in her toenails.
She didn’t start eating on her own again & I had to regularly syringe-feed her. Further vet visits showed that her liver values were very high and something was going on there. Further tests were inconclusive - the options were either liver cancer or hepatic lipidosis (fatty liver disease or FLD). The vet suggested exploratory surgery and a biopsy to figure out which one it was, since there was no way to tell otherwise.
This was a later picture of her surgery incision, where it was getting more healed up! She came through surgery fine, though we had a rough first couple nights where she was having a little more trouble with pain than we’d expected. Lots of hedgie & hedgie-mama crying! She improved after that though and we waited for the biopsy results to come in. They confirmed that it was hepatic lipidosis, due to her not eating enough and losing weight too quickly.
At this point, I’d been syringe-feeding this little-big girl 3-4 times a day for over a month, I think. I was starting to think she was never going to eat on her own again. But just when the vet and I were discussing the feasibility of putting a feeding tube in a hedgehog…..
She decided that her syringe-feeding mix was the Best Thing Ever! She was climbing into the bowl to eat! I insisted on continuing to help some because she was better at getting the food all OVER her instead of inside her, but this was the point where we finally had hope for her again. The relief was overwhelming! And because it’s one of the cutest pictures I’ve taken of her, here she is waiting for Mom to get her for mealtime -
It took at least another month to wean her off of the syringe-feeding mix and find a commercial wet food that she could be convinced to eat. But things were uphill from there!
Just over a year later, she is still one of my proudest accomplishments (though she did most of the work!) and she makes me smile constantly. I will never get tired of seeing how much she loves to eat now - she’ll come out of her sleeping spot and be waiting impatiently for me if I’m late with their dinner! She’s still very picky, but I’ve found a number of extra treats she’ll eat, like mealworms, superworms, dubia roaches, and raw meat grinds.
With being a healthy weight and recovered from all of her major health issues, she’s become one of the most personable hedgies I’ve met. She loves to snuggle and sleep on me, totally out in the open.
We’d discovered during the months before her illness that she actually likes belly rubs and they’ll put her to sleep sometimes!
She still likes to dig in her food while she eats, and creates a horrible mess! So I gave up and just started giving her little fleece place mats that I can change out. And on the plus side, she also likes to clean her own paws, which is the cutest thing I’ve EVER seen. At some point, I’ll have to get a video of it uploaded! For now, here’s a still from one of the videos.
I hope you enjoyed Pancake’s story! :) I think she’s really special and I love her a lot. She’s currently about 3.5 years old and I hope I get to have her around for at least a couple more years! ♥
The first days are an emotional blur, joyful and exhausting. You cry because you’re your baby’s only food source and she’d starve without you, so helpless and small. You cry because you love her so much. You cry because you haven’t slept more than 5 hours in the past 3 days combined. You cry because you hurt. You cry because you are, thankfully, finally a mother with a baby in your arms.
People will tell you to sleep when the baby sleeps, and I’m sure it’s wonderful advice, but it is hard during the day. You’ll want to watch her and hold her and possibly spend a few moments interacting with your partner.
You might find it hard to believe that the baby in front of you is the same baby that was in your belly, that you’re finally getting to know the little being that you carried so long. It’s so surreal to finally put the name to the little face. It will seem more and more fitting as the days go on.
You realize that getting up to pee a million times a night while pregnant is infinitely easier than getting up to feed and change a crying newborn.
You buy a crib for the nursery, a Pack ‘n Play with a bassinet level and newborn napper feature for your bedroom, and then an Auto Rock ‘n Play. You even briefly try co-sleeping. Nothing works as easily as you hoped because your baby likes to sleep while being held, so you keep hoping and praying as you try, try again.
You won’t believe it when your little baby outgrows her newborn clothes and diapers so fast that she only gets to wear them once (or possibly not at all) and you have a stack of diapers you have to pack away. Then you race to get your 1 month old through all her 3 month clothes and size 1 diapers before those are rendered useless as well.
You will feel worse following delivery than you did while pregnant. Lighter, yes, but more unsteady, sore, and uncomfortable. You’ll get tired of smelling like Tucks witch hazel pads and Dermoplast numbing spray, but they help so you continue to use them. Along with huge pads and the hospital underwear because they fit and you don’t have to worry about staining them. Don’t be afraid to take the ibuprofen and Tylenol. Around 5 days PP you might be hit with a contraction that brings you to your knees. It lasts for more than 30 minutes and you wonder if something’s terribly wrong, if you need to call an ambulance. Most likely it’s normal. Things are all moving back into place and your uterus has to shrink somehow. Take some Advil and get in the shower. Try to breathe through the pain and use some of those labor techniques. You’ll wonder if you’ll ever feel better again. But you will, around two weeks out you will start to feel more normal. (After you’ve gotten over that sneezing cold at one week PP - ouch!)
You fear you’ll miss the teeny tiny newborn who’s just a few days old, but as she grows you’ll only love her more and more.
Towards the end of pregnancy you were probably so DONE being pregnant, but some weeks or months after delivery, you might find yourself missing your belly and looking back at pictures longingly. So try to enjoy it while you have it, and after, remember that the most beautiful part of it all is in your arms.
You’ll wonder how ANYONE does it. How has the human race even survived? It all seems so hard. But you’ll survive too. One day at a time.
You’ll look forward to the day she actually smiles at you rather than blank-staring. And when you get them, her first smiles will be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen and you’ll forever be trying to elicit them.
You’ll learn that everything takes so much longer with a newborn, especially getting ready in the morning and getting to the store. There’s usually multiple diapers and feedings and outfits involved. And that’s ok. You’ll learn to plan accordingly.
Breastfeeding, at first, is scary, especially when you find out your little babe has lost almost 9% of her body weight in 3 days, and painful, even if you’ve met with 3 lactation consultants and bought every nipple cream and shield available.. but this is normal. She will gain the weight back and it will get better. You’re both learning something new.. You’ll be so proud of every ounce she gains because your body did that.
When you’re nursing and she’s fussy or downright mad, you’ll worry and wonder: Does she have an allergy or an intolerance? Painful gas or a bubble? Is the milk coming too fast? Is she exhausted? Does she hate the taste of something you ate? Onions? Chocolate? Milk? You’d do anything if only you knew so you’ll try your best to figure it out.
The Moro/startle reflex. SO. CUTE.
She makes a lot of noise. You might be expecting sweet little coos, but usually a lot of grunts, wheezes, and snorts are involved. And mostly at night.
Sometimes Dad/S.O. will be the only one who can calm and soothe her. Try not to take it personally. Be thankful instead.
When you finally get her to sleep and go to lay her down she’ll stay still and quiet just long enough for you to think she’s soundly asleep and get back to bed. But as soon as your head hits the pillow she’ll start to fuss. It’s uncanny.
You’ll say over and over how she’s getting so big, but at the end of the day she still seems so small.
Your postpartum body will present a conundrum: on the one hand, you’ll be so proud of the beautiful life you grew but on the other hand, you might feel self conscious about the stretch marks and saggy tummy. Keep trying to convince yourself of the former.
You will want to go bra-less so bad, but won’t feel able to due to your new leakiness. Showers become twice as nice.
It will be much harder to eat. Or do anything for that matter. Food will get cold. Dishes and laundry will pile up. It will have been a couple days since you showered. Don’t worry, someone will get to it at some point. Get help when you can.
You may think you didn’t have much of a lifestyle before baby, especially if you stayed in a lot and enjoyed watching tv, but you will soon realize that even something as simple as tv-watching is difficult with a newborn. But she’s so cute that you (mostly) won’t mind.
You will love all her features: her chubby cheeks, sweet mouth and silly tongue, button nose, curious eyes, her tiny fingers and toes, round belly, and soft head. You wouldn’t trade her for the world and, already, you can’t imagine life without her.
You’ll fill up your phone’s memory with hundreds and hundreds of pictures. And will have a hard time deleting any.
The nursery that you worked so lovingly on while pregnant won’t exactly look like a nursery anymore when you realize at 1 month that she should probably be learning to sleep where she will eventually be sleeping, so you move the crib into your bedroom only to have her spend half the night back in the newborn napper in the Pack ‘n Play anyways. You’ll get a bedtime routine figured out soon enough (at least that’s what I’m telling myself, we’re still working on this one!)
Clean baby is the Best. Smell. Ever.
You’ll worry if you’ll be a good enough mother/parent to her and if you’ll be able to grow and nurture her the way she needs and deserves. Try to remind yourself that worrying about this is probably a good sign that you’re going to do just fine.
You’ll dream about your future together. Cuddles and smiles and giggles and story time and bath time and bedtime and trips to the zoo and vacations and first days of school. You know you’ll be loving her deeply for the rest of your life ❤️
Some things I’ve learned in the first 5 weeks with my daughter and encouragement to new moms/soon-to-be moms
The In a Heartbeat animation is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen but the comments on it are actually horrendous like sincerely be careful before reading them there are homophobic slurs and mentions of violence toward gay ppl
Summary: you’ve been stood up by your asshole of a boyfriend and a cute boy haired boy comes to rescue you from embarrassment
You had been waiting for your boyfriend, Jake for what seemed to be hours now. You guys had dinner reservations at a fancy restaurant to celebrate your recent job promotion.
“Miss, are you ready to order now?” The waiter asked for the third time.
“No, I’m pretty sure my boyfriend will be here soon.” You answered, still hopeful that Jake would show up.
You gotten all dressed up for this event as well, a cute black dress with some subtle pumps. You thought tonight was going to be special, but clearly it wasn’t special to Jake.
Another thirty minutes passed. People were were starting to give you apologetic looks, like they knew you were stood up, which only made you feel worse.
Just as you were about to leave, a tall boy with brown hair came rushing to your table saying, “I’m so sorry I’m late, babe. Traffic is awful right now.”
You were confused confused to say the least.
The brown headed boy then sat down at the table and quietly said, “I’m Harry, just go with it yeah? Whoever stood you up is an ass.”
You giggled, “I’m Y/N.”
“Well it’s nice to meet you.” Harry said.
“Why are you doing this?” You asked.
Harry explained how he had been waiting for a table with his mother and sister when he saw you all alone. He said that he saw that you looked upset, “I didn’t want to see you leave here with a frown on your face, I know how getting stood up feels.”
“Thank you for doing this.” You said.
“No need to thank me, the pleasure is all mine.” Harry said.
You finally got a good look at this boy and he was attractive. ‘This might not be so bad after all.’ You thought to yourself.
The waiter came around again, “well, look who finally showed up.”
“All my fault,” said Harry, “the traffic was really bad and I left my house late.”
You giggled again, this boy is something else.
During the rest of the dinner you found that you and Harry had lots in common, you guys were both the same age, liked the same bands and music and had similar hobbies and interests.
When you found out that Harry was a musician you told him, “well now you have to play me one of your songs.”
To which he replied, “all in good time, love. All in good time.”
When the check came Harry insisted that he pay it even after fighting about it for ten minutes he didn’t budge, “no let me. It will be my treat.” He said.
Leaving the restaurant you noticed how good of a time you had time with Harry. Actually it was probably the best unplanned date you’ve had in a while. Harry was funny, sweet and he was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.
“I really had fun tonight, thank you so much.” You said to Harry, who was walking to you to your car.
“Me too, like I said whoever stood you up is an ass.” He said.
You stopped in front of your car, “you could say that again.”
Harry chucked and looked down, “I’d really like to do this with you again sometime, like on a real date.”
Warnings:Angst, Mentions of Hannah’s Suicide Tapes
‘Hey, Helmet. You weren’t supposed to be on these tapes.’
Clay pressed his headphones down tighter, knees pulled into his chest as he sat in the corner of his room. He braced himself, expecting the worst after what he had heard about the others.
'The only reason you are… is because you fell in love with my best friend.’
He was taken aback. Memories of you flooded into his head. He wondered, with a heavy heart, if he hadn’t made it clear enough who he wanted.
He saw you for the first time standing outside of the theater. You’d just gotten a brand new car and wanted to pick Hannah up from work. You were probably the cutest thing he had ever seen. The way you danced to the blasting radio, like you weren’t standing in the middle of a busy town, intrigued him. If love at first sight was actually real, it happened then.
“Y/N, meet Helmet. Helmet, meet Y/N,” Hannah introduced, taking both of your hands and putting them together.
He smiled at you, hoping he didn’t look like a complete idiot in his mandatory bow tie. If he did, you didn’t say anything, eyes pooling into his like a newly buffed gem. He was so entranced by you that he didn’t notice the way Hannah’s smile slowly faded, or how she climbed into the car without another word to either of you.
'I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t wanted it to me. You loved her the way I wanted you to love me, and, what makes things worse, she loved you better than I ever could have.’
Clay bit back a smile, tears brimming in his eyes. How could it be possible for someone to be so happy and, at the same time, so devastated?
The horrible truth was that even though Hannah was telling him exactly what he had done wrong, he had no intention on it being any other way. He would rather live a life of guilt than live in a world where you weren’t his.
Hanging out with you became normal to him. You spent entire afternoons together, running around town until the sun had set and darkness crept in. The first step towards what would eventually be one of the best relationships of his life started with an accident.
You were hanging halfway off of the slide at Eisenhower Park, Clay standing right next to it in case you fell. He was complaining that you were too reckless when, in defiance of him and his little goody two-shoes ways, you tried to push him over.
Unfortunately, his first instinct was to reach out and grab the closest thing, which just so happened to be you. The two of you toppled into the dirt, you on top. A moment passed in silence. As he stared up at you with those big, blue-gray eyes. As you tapped your fingers rhythmically against his chest.
Then you were laughing, and he was just seconds later. You didn’t move for a long time. You might not have if you hadn’t had school the next morning.
'It’s okay, Clay. You can have her. I’m giving you my permission.’
He crawled across his bedroom floor and pulled himself up onto the bed. He clutched his pillow against his chest like it was only thing he had left.
That should have made him feel better, but it only made things worse. What good is the permission of a dead girl?
A year had passed. His moments with Hannah became scarcer, replaced by cold, winter mornings stowed away in the back of Monet’s, sharing a hot chocolate with you. Moments spent outside of the theater turned into him running out of the doors excitedly, just to jump into your car and speed off to another place of your choice.
It was on the night of a party being hosted at Jessica’s that you told Clay you wanted to be more than friends. He felt like he was in a dream, even tried to pinch himself to wake up.
That night, he kissed you for the first time. Neither of you had any idea that Hannah was watching from the other side of the room.
'I can’t blame you for following your heart. I’m sorry that I tried.’
Clay brushed a finger against his lips, that kiss still fresh in his mind. He could feel your lips molding onto his own. Soft, and warm, and just a little moist from the beer you’d had before it. He wanted more of those nights. As many more as he could possibly have.
A knock on the door sent him jumping to stuff the tapes beneath his bed. He was just settled back down when it swung open, and you stepped inside.
“Clay,” you said, smiling. “Your mom called me. She said you were acting weird. You know, I think she’s trying to use me to spy on you- Hey, are you okay?”
Summary: Your day gets quite a bit more interesting when a small pug shows up at your door. Not knowing who owned the poor dog, you let it inside to make sure it doesn’t get hurt. Then, someone shows up at your door claiming the pug is theirs.
Word Count: 1038
A/N: Hi. I’m J.B. trash. I now write about pugs with a side of actual people. I’ve wanted a pug for a long time so I’m living vicariously through my writing.
At the moment, you were dancing around your living room to whatever song happened to pop up on the radio. However, you paused at the sound of a dog barking at your front door. You turned the radio down to be sure you weren’t just hearing things, only to discover small claws scratching at the door. Raising an eyebrow, you cautiously shuffled over to the front of your home and opened up the door. You were met with what had to be the cutest pug you had ever seen giving you the infamous ‘puppy-dog’ eyes.
Frowning, you peered around the door frame to get a better look at the street, “Where’s your owner, little guy?” Your question was met with a small whimper and a single paw held up in the air. You knelt down to get closer to the height of the dog, noticing a collar. When you checked the tags, however, all you found was the pug’s name, “J.B., huh? It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you then shook the paw that was still hovering in the air. Glancing around outside one more time, you figured that no one was coming for the pug at your door.
You sighed and looked back down, “Would you like to come inside?”
Seventeen Reaction to: You Being Upset That Their Clothes Are Too Small For You
Hi^^ can i request a svt reaction where you want to be cute by wearing their clothes but theyre too small for you and you get really upset by it? Thank you if you do!!♥
S.Coups: Starts nervously sweating. Seeing you upset just crushes his soul. While giving you a bear hug, he promises that he’ll buy better clothes in the future, big enough to where you can both share.
“I already want to share my life with you. Why not clothes too? Everyone will be jealous of how cute we look! Let’s go shopping!”
Jeonghan: Brings you close, lovingly stroking your head. “Why are you upset? That top was ugly anyway. I want my baby to wear only the nicest clothes! I’ll find you something nice, okay? And when I come back, I hope I see a smile on your pretty face ~”
Joshua: Koala hugs you right away. “Why do you look so sad, babe? Is it because my hoodie doesn’t fit? It’s fine, don’t be upset! I’m sure I have more clothes that will fit.” Goes through his closet and pulls out his baggiest hoodie and is so extra when it fits you.
“OH MY GOD, YOU LOOK SO GOOD!! WOW!!”
Jun: At the first sign of your sadness, he’s pulling the clothing item from your hands and saying “Oh, isn’t this the hoodie that shrunk in the wash? Let me find you a better one! What about the one I’m wearing now?” And damn well would give you the clothes off his back just to make you happy.
Hoshi: Tries his best to squeeze you into his sweater, until you hear a loud riiiiip. And this brings on your tears: “I - I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have forced it on. I knew I was too big anyway.”
Frantically wanting to stop your tears, he insists, “No, it was my fault!! I pulled too hard and - uh - you really do look cute in it. Better than me, even with that hole down the side.”
Wonwoo: Doesn’t care that his jacket is too small on you, to the point where it won’t close and the sleeves squeeze your arms. “You look so cute!!” he coos. “The cutest thing I’ve ever seen!! You should wear my clothes more often!”
Woozi: ”What did you expect?” He’s blunt. Despite his age, he’s very small and “fairy-like.” The only ppl who could actually fit in his clothes would be children. So you getting upset is strange to him. But as he thinks it over, he starts to wonder if this makes you feel insecure.
“This is why they manufacture clothes in different sizes. If you want, we can go to the store and see if they have your size in this item?” This is his way of cheering you up while also being realistic about the situation.
DK: Finds it hilarious. “Look, the zip won’t even close!!” He doesn’t realize how harsh his words sound until your face drops even more. Then his laughter fades. “S - sorry, that didn’t come out how I meant.” He was laughing at how silly the jacket looked on you, not at you. Now he realizes his mistake, but it’s too late. “I wasn’t trying to be mean. You looked silly but in a cute way, that’s why I was laughing. I didn’t … I’m sorry.”
Mingyu: Notices your forlorn look right away. “What are you thinking? You’re not thinking something stupid are you?” Afraid that you might be feeling insecure, he immediately takes you out on a date. “It’s such a lovely day anyway! Leave those ugly sweatpants alone and come to the park with me! We could get something to eat too, maybe?”
The8: ”Why are you sad?” Not everyone’s the same size, so you being upset is ridiculous to him. It isn’t unless you see it as a sign of being fat, that he’ll take the moment seriously. It’s not just you not fitting in some fabric, but your insecurities rising to the surface.
“Aah, stop being so upset! I’ve got other, nicer clothes you can wear! Let’s look through my wardrobe now ~” he offers, squeezing your cheeks affectionately.
Seungkwan: Has also struggled with feeling “too big.” So he recognizes that look on your face, since it’s one he was once familiar with. He panics and rips the shirt from your hand.
“Oh, you want to wear this? But it’s old and ugly, I outgrew it years ago! I should throw it out … Let’s go buy new clothes together! A matching couples shirt, does that sound good?”
Vernon: As the big brother to a sister, he knows right away what you’re thinking when your eyes well up and you sadly tug his jacket off, mumbling “It doesn’t fit …”
He opens his arms, bringing you close. “Why do you look so sad? This doesn’t mean you’re too fat - if anything, I’m just lanky.” He tries everything to convince you you’re not “fat” and show how he loves you regardless of whether you fit in his clothes or not.
Dino: Starts to buy baggier clothes, swearing that he needs a bigger size because he’s growing and becoming a man. But he says this since he doesn’t want to embarrass you by admitting it’s for you. He hated seeing you so upset over not fitting into his clothes. Now that you could fit, and looked so cute in his hoodies, he hopes to have made you happy.
I picked three because it’s Lena and I can’t pick just one.
(Laughs) You know, that door’s not really an entrance.
(Pause) You know, actually, I just- I just wanted to thank you for earlier on.
Not only did you save the lives of countless numbers of my employees but mine
Now I need your help.
This was possibly one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. She was so flustered here. She was stuttering and using her hands a lot and just couldn’t stop smiling as soon as she saw Supergirl. She had just watched Supergirl get thrown against her L Corp sign and get injured, thus sparking that iconic Very Worried Look™ (that is reserved for the love interest whenever the hero gets hurt, mind you) and what is the first thing Lena does when she sees her again? She thanks her for saving the lives of her employees. She’s such a caring and genuine person. Her life was the only one we saw in danger and she still starts with thanking Supergirl for not letting any of her employees get hurt. I’m curious what she would have said if Supergirl hadn’t cut her off but Lena Luthor was about to do anything Supergirl asked of her.
A N Y T H I N G
She [Lillian] wants to see me.
What do you think she wants?
Probably to tell me that my outfit in court was horrible and
that I need a makeover.
Oh my poor sweet Lena. Did you hear how her voice trembled here? She’s so sure that her mother has called her 12 different times just to insult her. She might have been saying this in a joking manner but the way she said it made me positive that there was truth in it. She said Lillian had been like this since the day she met her. Since she was four years old. Manipulating her. Making fun of her. Making her feel like she was nothing and didn’t belong with them. Lena grew up with someone who constantly put down everything about her, who obviously never loved her, since she was four years old. And I’m pretty sure I started tearing up as soon as she said this.
Don’t hurt her!
Three simple words that I just love so much.
If she knows that’s Kara, then Lena’s watching her best friend (someone she cares about so MUCH and who actually came for her) getting hurt in front of her eyes by her mother. She’s watching Kara, Kara, writhing in pain on the ground while her mother laughs above her and jokes about hurting her more and Lena’s just begging Lillian to stop because she can’t handle watching Kara being tortured.
If she doesn’t know Supergirl is Kara, then Lena’s just revealed how much she cares for Supergirl as well. Not that she wouldn’t care if it was someone she didn’t know but the vehemence behind her words show that she has a personal stake in this. Supergirl is her friend. Supergirl (and Kara) believed in her innocence and came to get her and Lena’s pleading with her mother to stop hurting Supergirl and just like that, a Luthor and a Super show that they are more than their family’s history. They’ve chosen their own paths and it’s one that brings them together, not further apart.
And whether or not she knows, Lena tried to fight back in a situation she was essentially powerless in. She saw Kara/Supergirl on the ground and rushed forward to help her despite being between two super-powered men. She had to be held back, thrown to the ground and knocked unconscious but she did all that she could to stop her mother.