My final animation! There are a few frames that still need fixing, but I ran out of time. Otherwise I am very proud of this!
68 drawings in total, 128 frames.
(… *facepalm* i realized AFTER handing this in that the bush is placed too close to the figure, and they’re jumping into the bush a bit. Sigh. Typical me, rushing to hand things in and not noticing obvious things T_T)
THINGS I LOVED A WHOLE HECK OF A LOT IN SUPERGIRL 218 – A LIST BY ME IN WHICH I TRY TO RESTRAIN MYSELF
LENA LUTHOR, L-CORP CEO.
every second of her existence caused me delighted pain and suffering in this episode.
so much backstory, every part of it more upsettingly endearing than the last!
she had a cancer research start-up at 18 with her handsome friend who probably adored her from the start.
for the math challenged:
jack and lena had their company for five years and were together for 2.
they were together when she left both him and the company approximately 6 months ago.
lena’s 24, as per episode 212. 24 minus 5.5 = 18.5.
their start up was in a garage! with explosions!
she wasn’t even there when lex was dragged away to jail and her mother was pretending nothing was happening at all.
she had a darling boyfriend whom she loved very much and left him behind in metropolis to go clean up her brother’s mess.
she’s learned to punch the everloving shit out of someone attacking her in the space of a couple of months since her mother tried to have her killed injured.
that high heel to the stomach!
WHEN WILL ANYTHING GOOD HAPPEN TO THIS POOR WOMAN???
LIKE HONESTLY, HANDSOME JACK WAS SO HANDSOME AND IN LOVE WITH LENA.
but alas also basically a dead puppet for evil.
i do love that the evil motive this week was just corporate greed.
i’m choosing to believe that the mainframe held his consciousness and he wasn’t just a mindless automaton BECAUSE I WANT TO DAMMIT and also the entirely inconsistent moment of breakthrough to tell lena to do it at the end lets me get away with it. he was a robot recreation of the real jack okay AND HE WAS IN LOVE WITH HER SO DAMN MUCH.
I SWOONED, TUMBLR. I SWOONED MULTIPLE TIMES OVER.
HE WAS SO HANDSOME AND DREAMY.
that first scene in lena’s office was so dreamy. it’s a hard sell to get people on board with an off-screen previous romance, but holy crap i swooned.
their banter was so nerdy.
he was so charming.
“do you have fun here?” “i feel good about the work we do.” “you had fun with me.”
“it’s not like i wanted to go.” NOT ENTIRELY JACK RELATED BUT, OH MY HEART.
“just dinner?” “it’s entirely your prerogative.”
and they were both so sad, and it made me very sad.
that dinner was. i can’t actually, it was horrifying. much horrifying. but…
“is that the only reason you came?” “no.”
he called her a queen, and she nerded out in her heartspace.
HIS PASSWORD WAS STARLING.
kara wanted to vomit, this was hilarious.
“it’s pretty decent.” “it’s pretty dece.” “oh no, you did not just say that.” DAMMIT, I LOVE HIM.
HE WAS A ROBOT BUT HE WANTED HER BACK AND HE WANTED TO CHANGE THINGS SO IT COULD WORK.
I’M JUST REALLY VERY UPSET BECAUSE LENA LUTHOR DESERVES NICE THINGS IN HER LIFE AND JACK WAS A NICE THING. AND HER NICE THING GOT TURNED INTO A ROBOT.
‘hey kara can you please go i need to have a small breakdown in private have work to do.’ someone please hug her.
“you were just doing your job, it’s all any of us can do.”
she’s going to blame herself for this, for abandoning their work.
AND THEN SHE HAD TO KILL HER ROBOT BOYFRIEND AND I CRIED.
lena has a new assistant named hector. i hope he’s less minion-y.
the way she smiled when she thought VP of Murder whose name i don’t know was going to kill her was the saddest thing ever. someone please hug herrrrrrr.
KARA DANVERS, ONCE AND AGAIN CATCO MAGAZINE.
so happy to be out flying around!
“i am here to kick some ass, take some names, and do it all with an endearing smile on my face.” how Very Meta.
what a plot twist, this week i was endlessly proud of kara as a professional and totally facepalming otherwise.
SHE GOT HER JOB BACK BY PROVING SHE HAD LEARNT HER LESSON.
perhaps a first?
i love awkward as fuck stutterface kara. i just do. and i love that they very specifically only bring it out as a device when she’s trying to be grown up professional kara danvers. it feels real, in a way that sits interestingly with the performative nature of the kara danvers construct.
and it was a good resolution. what she did at the time wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t actually the best solution in terms of getting her information out there. no one cares about kara danvers dot com. a great many people care about the apparently now a hard hitting investigative news source, catco magazine. but way, way more importantly, what she did wrong as far as her job was concerned was break the rules. and she has apparently learned that though from what i do not know, even in the dialogue that was totally tacked on. oh well.
i’m gonna be sad i’ve been denied news blogger kara in her pjs on the couch, though. or food truck entrepreneur kara!
i actually have a lot of issues with the points they say they’re wanting to make about the press and what they’re actually doing, but that’s not for this list.
also kara’s knowledge of FDA regulations and FOIA requests was hot.
THE ADVENTURES OF LENA AND KARA.
THIS WEEK THEY HAD ACTUAL REAL ADVENTURES.
“you’ve gotta get out of here.” “no, i’ve got a better idea.”
ALL MY DREAMS FROM START TO FINISH.
the most important thing this episode did for me shift them professional to personal. yes they were having gay hipster dates last ep, but this was friendly.
and then they got to kick butt together, AND LENA GOT TO SAVE THE DAY! (AGAIN! ONLY THIS TIME SADDER AND WITH A BIT MORE DEATH. I HOPE KARA SAID THANK YOU.)
first of all, what kind of nerd-ass date is taking a girl to a science tech press conference? a very good one, if you ask me.
“i always have your back.” “you’re my favourite.”
EXCEPT KARA IS A TERRIBLE GIRL GANG MEMBER.
lena basically asked kara to protect her from her feelings of thirstiness, and kara totally abandoned her! twice! yes, lena told her to go away, BUT THAT’S BECAUSE OF THE THIRST.
in conclusion, don’t ever ask kara to protect you from getting laid, because she will not.
at least she complimented lena on how good she looked on their thirst adventures, which: she looked damn good.
AND OH GOD THAT DINNER SCENE.
i had to slither over the back of my couch from second-hand embarrassment.
it’s okay though because lena thinks she’s one of the best reporters in national city, and kara has absolutely no idea how to respond to that besides laughing like a lunatic, bless her.
let’s just pretend that dinner scene didn’t happen.
kara showing up to tell lena about jack, and describing said dinner that didn’t happen as “weird” is. okay.
does lena know? DOES LENA NOT KNOW?
but man that last scene is funny if she does.
“i will always protect you.” girl, lena saved you this week, and you abandoned her to her thirst.
BUT OH MY THAT LAST SCENE.
(i actually feel a little weird including this in the shipping section because lena was basically on Planet Sad and definitely not fully present.)
gosh, kara has a lot of feelings.
a lot of feelings for her good friend lena luthor.
(AND I AM SHITTING BRICKS ABOUT WHAT ON EARTH THEY ARE GOING TO DO TO MAKE HER BREAK THAT PROMISE.)
(DID KARA GO WITH LENA TO JACK’S FUNERAL? DID SHE????????)
the actual plot this week was cool and scary as fuck. nanobot swarms are going to give me nightmares now, thanks show.
i hope alex learned some cool knife tricks.
i hope kara didn’t leave any DNA in that active crime scene she flew away from.
I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS SHOW BURNT HER CLOTHES THAT WAS FOR LITERALLY NO REASONS. STOP BEING SO EXTRA.
mon-el was actually delightful as heck in all of his existence, including interacting with kara.
he was reading harry potter!
he took a message on what i can only assume was kara’s landline!
KARA 1. HAS A LAND LINE. 2. GAVE THAT NUMBER TO LENA.
“this just feels like stalking.” “no, it’s journalism.” “very creepy journalism.”
“i feel a connection to you. like a mannection.”
“i stole jack’s security badge. for journalism.”
THEY WOULD HAVE MADE SUCH GOOD BUDDY CRIME FIGHTERS, WHY COULDN’T WE HAVE HAD THAT????
“that romantic bastard.” the more the merrier on daxam ;)
RHEA IS HERE. TIME TO MERGE ALL THE PLOTS AND LET WACKINESS ENSUE. 😃
the previouslies included IT’S BLOBBED. every previouslies should include IT’S BLOBBED.
Oh oh I suck at writing, but I may have an idea that may interest you. Still in the soulmate AU thing. What if you stop aging when you’re 18 until you meet your soulmate, but you realized that you never stop aging only after that Sirius is sent to Azkaban? It’s okay if you don’t want to do it, I just suddenly got the idea while I was writing to you
AU: When you reach the age of 18 you stop ageing until you meet your soulmate.
Blurb: You and Sirius were best friends when you were younger. But that was before he murdered James and Lily Potter in cold blood. Now he’s been in Azkaban for 12 years but you still haven’t found your soulmate. What happens when you meet again?
“Morning Remus,” you chirped walking into the kitchen.
“Morning (Y/N)” he replied solemnly. “I’m leaving today.”
“Crap. That’s today?” you facepalmed. “I totally forgot,” you said apologetically.
“You’ll be ok by yourself won’t you?” he asked.
Typical Remus. Always worried.
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“It’s just that it’s been nearly 12 years since-”
“Please don’t!” you interrupted, looking down. This is not what you wanted to talk about first thing in the morning.
“I’ll drive you to the train station,” you offered.
It had been half way through your first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You had gone there like your parents. And their parents before them.
“Oi! You! Chuck us our ball back” someone yelled.
You turned around to see a group of Gryffindor boys waiting expectantly.
You threw the ball at them. A boy with black, shoulder length hair and a cheeky smirk caught it.
Well, he was gorgeous.
12 years. And it was his fault. How could he? They were his friends.
Beautiful Lily with her hair like flames dancing in the wind.
And James with his playful grin.
He ruined it. Anyway, it was all over now. He’s been locked away for 12 years why should you think about it now?
“Can you help me find her though?” he pleaded. “I’ll help you.”
“I said no!” you said sternly. “You need to find her yourself.”
“Ok, but does that mean you’ve found your soulmate already?”
“Of course not. If I did would be the first to know,” you replied.
“Honestly don’t know if I'll ever find my soulmate. I’ll be 18 forever.” he huffed. “Wouldn’t that be great?”
“Yeah. Fantastic,” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes.
You wondered if he ever did find the one. Maybe she’s in a cell next to him. Criminals together.
A part of you wished he didn’t. Because then you’d lose your best friend.
But he was gone anyway so what did it matter.
You were alone and soulmate-less.
“We need yo move in together though.” you whined.
“Nah! I’ll go live wth Remus or something instead.” Sirius joked.
“But you promised…” you complained.
“Guess I’m stuck with you then.” he rolled his eyes.
You both burst into laughter.
You stirred your tea again. Adding another spoonful of sugar. How many was that now?
Why? Why were you still 18?
Remus had Tonks. Lily had James. Who did you have?
Even Sirius Black, the heartless and cold blooded killer, probably had his murderer soulmate.
“Remus found his soulmate!” you yelled, bursting in through the door of you and Sirius’ shared flat.
“Who?” he said, sitting up.
“New girl at the Order,” you explained. “Goes by Tonks.”
“Even our nerdy Moony found his soulmate before us?”
“Yep.” you agreed. “Now go make me a cuppa please?”
“Lazy.” he said, heading to the kitchen.
If what the Order told you was true little Harry didn’t turn out too bad. Considering.
His whole family was murdered by a man they trusted.
But Harry didn’t know Sirius Black. You did though.
You burst in through the door.
“Step away from him.” you whispered, pointing your wand at the two hugging men.
“No (Y/N) it’s-”
“I said step away, Remus!” you said, louder this time.
Remus took a step back towards Harry, Hermione and Ron. Oh. Look at Harry. He’d grow a lot in the past few years.
But there was a more pressing matter to deal with now. Sirius Black. The crazed man stood in front of you.
“What did you do? Why Sirius?” Tears streamed down your cheeks.
“(Y/N)” he said softly. The same way that he used to.
He took a step forward.
“No! Stay right there!” You pressed your wand into the side of his neck. “One more step and I’ll kill you right where you’re stood.”
“I’m sorry (Y/N) but I didn’t do it.”
“What do you mean? Yes, you did. You killed James and Lily Potter. They died because of you.”
“No. They died because of him.” Sirius pointed towards the children. This was mental.
“Who? Me?” asked Ron, obviously confused.
“Ron couldn’t-” started Hermione.
“No! Not the kid!” said Sirius desperately. “The rat!”
“What do you mean the rat?” You were confused.
“Scabbers? How could he kill someone?”
“Because he’s not a rat. Are you, Peter?”
“Wait! Peter as in-” you were about to ask.
How on earth did Harry know that name?
In that moment the rat bit Ron and scurried away.
Someone hit it- him- with a spell and he started morphing back into none other than Petter Pettigrew.
“So you didn’t kill them?” you asked for the fourth time.
“No (Y/N). I could never do that to Lily and James,” he explained again, holding your hands gently.
“So you didn’t find her?” you said gesturing to his face.
“No,” he shook his head.
“I’m sorry.” you whispered.
“I’m not.” You looked up questioningly. He smiled at you. “I’m with her now and that’s good enough for me.”
“You’re my soulmate (Y/N).”
“Oh,” you said. “And here I was thinking I could stay 18 forever. Take over the world. That type of thing.”
“Sorry for crushing your dreams love.”
“I’m not. I have the best soulmate ever,” you said throwing your arms around his neck. “Come back home with me?” you begged. “Please.”
a/n: It’s finally here!! I finished it!!! I hope you all enjoy!! Thank you to my friend @mino-ism for reading it over!!!<3
The statement opposites attract was one of the reasons you and Namjoon were a couple. However, for some odd reason, the fact that he was a night owl and you were a morning person, or that he liked his coffee strong and you liked yours sweet, was not what brought the two of you to argue, or laugh, or get nagged at by your friends and families. In fact, it was the one very absurd and consistent fact that both of you shared the same trait of, being extremely forgetful.It was so ridiculous how forgetful you both were, that the two of you might as well be living a romantic comedy.
“There’s something burning!” Namjoon yelled from the kitchen as you gasped and hastily stood up from the bed to sprint to him. “Oh my god I totally forgot!” you said, facepalming. Namjoon shook his head, “How do you forget you’re cooking something?” he’d say, throwing away your ruined meal. “You do it all the time!” you’d counter, eyes narrowed at him as he scoffed, “No I don’t” he’d say chuckling. “You are already forgetting that you do” you added with a shrug, taking the pan and washing it.
“Where are you? It’s been at least thirty minutes! What the hell?” you said into your phone as Namjoon apologized repeatedly from the other end. “Y/N I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I got caught up and remembered just now” he said, making you gape in disbelief. “You forgot you had to pick up your girlfriend? Screw you!” you said, hanging up before he could say more.
“Y/N, we had all agreed on this dinner like, two weeks ago! Everyone set their schedules aside for it” your friend would say through the phone as you rushed on putting your heels on. Namjoon buttoned his shirt, unevenly at that, tripping over his dress shoes. “We’re already five minutes from the restaurant, we’re just a bit late” you said, trying to sound nonchalant as you quickly snapped your fingers at Namjoon and pointed at his incorrectly buttoned shirt, “Fix it!” you said in a high pitched whisper. He turned to you puzzled, only to look down at his chest and groan in exasperation. “Just hurry up, dude” your friend would say in annoyance, ending the call. You threw your cellphone into your purse and fixed your dress, “I can’t believe we forgot” you said through fixing your hair. “You can’t?” Namjoon said sarcastically through a chuckle, redoing the buttons of his shirt.
It was a never-ending cycle that, except with a few exceptions, ended in an argument.
The line rang a few times before Namjoon finally picked up. “Hey, are you busy? I need a huge favor” you spoke into the line. “Not really, what’s up?” he replied. You sighed in relief, “I forgot my lunch at home, could you bring it?” you asked and waited to hear the exasperated sigh from the other end but it never came. “Yea I’ll be there in a bit” he said and you grinned, “Thank you!” you spoke and Namjoon chuckled. When he arrived, you met him at the lobby of your workplace, mouth agape, “What happened to my lunch?” you asked as Namjoon dismissed your question and hugged you. “Let’s go eat” he suggested as he pulled away and you looked up at him, “Oh- Okay, yea” you said through a chuckle.
“Y/N, I forgot the charger to my laptop and I need it, could you bring it to the company?” he said, his tone desperate. “Um okay, on my way” you replied, throwing on a sweater and not bothering to change out of your pajamas. You waited inside the car for Namjoon until you received his text telling you to go inside, making your jaw drop. You quickly looked yourself over in the mirror and groaned at your disheveled hair, but left the car and made your way inside as quickly as possible. Once inside, Namjoon jogged towards you and took the charger from your hands, “Thanks, you look hot” he joked, pecking your cheek. You scoffed and smacked his arm gently, “Shut up, I’m leaving before anyone sees me” you said and he grinned.
It might not have been the reason for your relationship’s demise, but it certainly took a toll post-breakup. It seemed to be the only thing the two of you continued to share, and you weren’t sure if you hated it for the pain it caused you, or cheered it on in not exactly keeping both of you apart.
You walked into the apartment and wondered why there was utter silence. You furrowed your eyebrows at the odd fact that something wasn’t broken or burned. You then reached for your cellphone, thinking about asking him why he wasn’t home, you dialed Namjoon’s number but stopped abruptly with a gasp as realization sunk in.
He wasn’t home, and he wouldn’t be home, because he no longer lived with you.
Namjoon listened to the music in his car, getting lost inside his mind as he drove. He hummed along and tapped his fingers to the beat, making the right turns and watching out for red lights. However, once parked outside in the parking lot of your apartment complex, he froze in his spot before completely shutting off the engine. If this was the first time he had found himself in this situation, where he had forgotten his actual destination, he’d laugh it off, but the fact that this was possibly the third time he had forgotten he no longer lived with you made any trace of humor disappear from his being.
You woke up with eyes glued shut as you turned over in your bed, reaching for the space by your side. Your fingers caressed the air and absence filling up the spot where Namjoon used to lay. You opened your eyes slightly and frowned, letting your hands drop as a deep feeling in your chest weighed down on your lungs. You forgot he was no longer in the same bed as you.
This pattern had occurred in the first few weeks and eventually wore off. But not entirely, because if it had, you wouldn’t be in the situation you now found yourself in.
“Shit” you cursed under your breath as you held the coffee in one hand and shoved your cellphone into your pocket with the other. You were now fifteen minutes late to class as you got out of the coffee shop. You searched for your keys, nearly burying your face in your bag as you moved things around, not realizing how much your cup of coffee was now tilting in your other hand. Had you not forgotten to set your alarms last night, you wouldn’t have woken up so late. You groaned in frustration as you finally managed to get your keys but spilled some seriously hot coffee on your hand in the process. Just as you looked up to continue walking, you bumped into someone and yelped, then hissed as more coffee spilled. “Damn it” you whispered harshly, “Sor-” you started but took in a sharp breath as your eyes met the familiar brown one’s from the last two years, which you’d forgotten in the last three months.
Namjoon looked down at you with just as much surprise, not sure if a smile would be polite or petty. You quickly averted your gaze and cleaned off the coffee from your hand, “Sorry” you said softly, stepping aside. “It’s okay, don’t be late” Namjoon said, making your head shoot up to meet his gaze, “Wha- um yea, thanks” you blurted, with a frown as Namjoon began to walk past you.
Maybe you were very forgetful people, but there were some things neither of you were going to be able to forget. Whether it was your busy schedules or your favorite coffee shops, and the way you always tapped your nose when in thought, or his repeated hand gestures when explaining things. They were little things, but you knew you’d remember them.
Later, when running into each other seemed awfully intentional, the two of you would remember everything, except the reason why you had broken up in the first place.
Junsu: Are there any other groups that do this kind of talk? (●__●)
Yoochun: The things we talked about, please don’t LINE it to your family & friends (◑.◑) JaeJoong: Everyone! It’s because JaeJoong is a healthy man~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)