what is that thing on her head

Rebelcaptain // You’ve Got Mail AU

Jyn Erso runs Partisan Books, an independent communist bookstore in New York’s Lower East Side, a shop that her mother, Lyra, ran before her. At night, Jyn’s guilty pleasure is chatting online. Over the past few months, under the handle “Stardust,” she’s started chatting and exclusively emailing “a friend” that she’s met online who calls himself “Fulcrum.” There’s a hitch, though. There are boundaries to their online relationship: no specifics, including no names, careers, class information, or family details.

It turns out that “Fulcrum” is Cassian Andor, a VP at Rebellion Books, an online book sales juggernaut that specializes in leftist literature, and whose parent company, Alliance LLC, wants to buy out small bookshops like Jyn’s in order to bring together like-minded booksellers under one umbrella in order to fight the creep of fascism.

At a reading by the up-and-coming nonfiction memoirist, Bodhi Rook, Jyn and Cassian finally meet in person. They take an immediate liking to one another, until Jyn finds out who Cassian works for and what they are trying to do to her bookstore. Then it’s nothing but hate.

They continue to email each other anonymously, falling in love slowly, and not knowing the other’s identity until one day Jyn decides that “Stardust” and “Fulcrum” should finally meet. On a rainy evening, they are supposed to finally meet at Kyber Coffee in Soho. While they wait to meet each other, they clash, and Cassian slowly realizes that Jyn and Stardust are one in the same.

How will they overcome their conflicts? Can they be friends or more than friends if Jyn is to find out the truth?

  • Velvet: Brr, it's so cold today! *hugs herself and shivers*
  • Yatsuhashi: I know- I'm going to make some tea to help me warm up. Would you like a cup?
  • Velvet: Actually, I could really use some hot cocoa, if we have some.
  • Coco: *bursts into the room and slides in front of Velvet, lowering her sunglasses while she cocks an eyebrow* Did someone call me?
  • Velvet: *laughs* I meant the drink, Coco- it's freezing in here.
  • Coco: Oh, don't worry, Vel- I could heat things right up. *winks at Velvet* If you know what I'm talking about.
  • Velvet: *turns bright red and hides her face in the blanket she has draped over herself* ... Put the kettle on, Yatsu.
  • Yatsuhashi: *shakes his head and chuckles as Coco makes obscene hand/mouth gestures* Sure thing.

when sakura starts dating karin she won’t stop gushing about how in love she is and how it’s the best thing in the world. when she gushes to sasuke she doesnt really expect a response from him it’s just that he happens to be the only other person in the room at the time. he does respond though and he’s like “wow, can’t relate” and she’s like “you? YOU can’t relate to being head over heels for someone?!” and he’s like “that’s what i said yeah” and she’s like “naru-” and he throws a pillow at her

anonymous asked:

So, what if Guz has a thing for chubby/over weight girls, but since he lives on a beach island, they're hard to come by, and completely falls head over heels for the new chick on the island. The grunt girls don't get it and think it's a joke so they pick on her and take her Galvantula after a few very difficult attempts. Guzma is furious and there's hell to pay but he's still a nervous faux confident dork when trying to return him to her.

I wanted to make this a little happier. so only one grunt makes fun of you. The other ones including Guzma just wanna smash. (and go out with you)

“Hmmmmooooooooh my god! Baby girl’s got it goin’ on wit that booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts!”

“Right?! Brah how the shit we gonna talk to baby girl? Gotta think a somethin’ original. Somethin’ that’ll make her all hot ‘n bothered!”

The grunts had Guzma at “booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts”, which for various reasons got his attention and caused him to lean over the decrepit railing a little further to hear what the two boys at the bottom of the staircase were saying. Guzma was on the rebound. One of the girl grunts with stringy pink hair hadn’t been wifey material. Too high strung for his taste, and so skinny and obsessed with her looks that it had tired him out trying to reassure her after a while. But when she hit him after he disagreed with her that had been the final straw. So despite the tears and text messages begging him to get back together with her, Guzma was on the lookout for another piece of ass.

Shame he couldn’t find anyone to make it worthwhile. He watched with a snarl on his face as the grunts below were gesticulating wildly, talking about a “super cute shorty” that had been at the malasada shop in Malie City. You were supposedly a new face compared to the same old locals they saw day in and day out, had been feeding a dry malasada to your spider pokemon that Guzma assumed was an Ariados until he heard:

“Nah man, that ain’t no weird Ariados like Boss Man got.” Said one. “That’s a Galvantula.”

“Hoooooh boy, God been reading my dreams.” Moaned the other. “The hell I gotta do to get a piece of that thick, strong Pokémon trainer ass? I’d give anything for her to talk to me… Totally fucked it up when she looked at me an’ I threw West side at her!”

“ ‘s one a them reflexes.” Replied the other, patting his friend’s shoulder. “She come up to me wantin’ to know where the library was at ‘n I fuckin’ axed her if she wanted to battle! Wiped the floor with my sorry ass using like two bug Pokémon, but she put my money in her back pocket! Like to think that’s kinda the same thing as touchin’ that juicy booty a hers.”

Now he was extremely interested. In fact Guzma was just about to go downstairs and ask the boys where they’d last seen you when another grunt, couldn’t have been more than thirteen, came running at them with a rather cute little purse in the shape of a watermelon.

“Look guys!” he squeaked. “Got that ugly hoe’s Pokémon for ya! It’s one a them spiders right? Wonder how much its worth. Stupid easy to swipe from that dumb bitch when she went to pick up her napkin from under the table!”

He began laughing. Thinking naively that he’d done good, that he’d probably even be commended for his good work. In the middle of a hearty laugh he was about to ask his brothers if he’d done good, when a large hand swiped the bag from his hands before the two grunts could lay into him.

“Boss man?!” one of your admirers squeaked. Guzma looked harshly at the young one with an expression that indicated he’d get a good beating later for being cruel. He briefly asked the two where you were headed to last, got two very shaky replies that he could find you in the library if he hurried before it closed, and immediately was out the door stomping off into the rain.

Turns out he didn’t have to walk far. He found you immediately in Ula’Ula Meadow, the only one there crying as though your heart was about to break. A kind little girl was rubbing your back, trying to console you by insisting together with her and her partner Oricorio you would all find your companions.

“We’ll find your friends.” She said gently, rubbing your back. “Galvantula aren’t common here. Someone’s bound to, oh! Please sir!”

She flagged Guzma down, running swiftly over to him.

“My friend… She can’t find her Pokemon! Someone took her bag and everything when she was picking some trash off the floor. Have you seen a bag that looks like a yellow and red watermelon? It’s got a Galvantula, Dewpider, and a Fomantis!”

Guzma was so captivated when you looked over at him, eyes widening in realization when you saw the bag that hung limply at his side. He tried to hold it out to the lass in front of him, attempting to speak, but your captivating glance rendered him mute.

“My bag!” you cried joyously, running towards him and taking it gratefully. “You found my bag!”

“That’s your bag?” asked the other girl, stars in her eyes as she looked at Guzma innocently. “Wow! Thank you so much sir! You have no idea how much it means to her!”

Nothing came out of his mouth. His entire being was consumed with the way you smiled, with the way you wrapped your chubby arms around him and cuddled him in a hug. You were vastly tiny compared to him, but he couldn’t help but understand what the grunts were talking about.

Every aspect of you was adorable, from your cute head with a sunhat to your cute feet.

“…Welcome…” he muttered.

“I have to thank you somehow mister!” you insisted, still holding him in a hug and looking up innocently. “Let me treat you to something? You like malasadas? I can get you all the ones you want?”

He might’ve said yes, because the last thing he knew was that he was tripping over his own two feet in his haste to follow you through the meadow and off to town where you were going to treat him to a meal.

This must have been what winning the lottery felt like.

anonymous asked:

OMG what if in the video/picture Kara is showing Lena it is Lena who did something while she was being mind controlled by jack and that's why she asks who else has seen it. But like Kara knows that it couldn't have been Lena so she shows her first and this time gets to explain things. Idk I just have soooo many theories in my head with just the promo.

can jack control minds? i literally don’t know anything about him lmao except for the fact that he’s smoochin katie mcgrath, what a lucky dude tbh

anonymous asked:

So like I'm not anti Sanvers (I ship it so obviously not) but...why are they focusing on alex finding out about Maggie's secret when Kara has a bounty over her head? Like in what world would Alex not be in her apartment which James and Winn? Like she could've brought Maggie along. I miss when the Danvers sisters were the heart of the show. It's bad enough Mon El is taking up so much screentime but Sometiems we have Sanvers when when Kara and Alex should be dealing with things.

I hate this season so much lol

Bughead Headcanon

Okay… Yesterday night, I had this idea for a Bughead headcanon. It was something like this:

After Betty leaves Cheryl’s party feeling bad because of Archie, she goes to Pop’s and meets Jughead. They talk and he comforts her as much as he can, and when he sees Archie approaching, he tells her and waits to see what she will do.

At first, he thought she would just try her best to act like nothing had happened or even just stand up and leave, but the thing is: Betty hides under the table, close to Jughead, and when Archie walks in, neither Jug nor Pop tell him that the girl is actually hiding from him.

he talks to Juggie and all, and she listens everything they say, including the 

“it would’ve gone a long way for me”

He feels his heart beating faster, and when Archie leaves, Betty sits again, thank him for hiding her and then ask him if he really meant that (like, if he would really make it last between them). He nods, say something cute/ sarcastic and manages to make a soft smile cross her lips.

So, what do you think? Worthy of being turned into a fic? I have zero time to write this week, so, if any of you want to, just don’t forget to tag me so I can read it!!

starbluesketches  asked:

Do you have a link to a doc about Marco finding out about Tom's little sister? Or if Nat could you do one

Of course I can write one! I’ve done it before in the dragon au, but this one is regular Tom and Marco hahah. I hope you enjoy and I’m glad you liked my idea for a little sister! Tom would be great with her!

Marco blushed as Tom walked next to him on his way into the dojo. “I’m uh… I’m really glad you walked me to my match.” Marco smiled. Tom shrugged and grinned at the human.

“Eh, it’s the least I can do. I feel really bad about not being able to stay and watch, even though I told you I would.” Tom rubbed the back of his head and felt a little guilty. Marco smiled brightly at the demon.

“It’s fine! Things come up. What do you need to get doing?” Marco asked. Tom smiled a bit.

“Charlotte said she needed me.” Tom responded. Marco tilted his head.

“Charlotte?” He asked. Tom smiled.

“Yup, Charlie, she’s my special girl. And she just always come first, so I need to be with her if she said she wants me to be. I hope you understand.” Tom explained. Marco felt jealousy well up. This girl Charlotte, or Charlie or SOME GIRL! Taking away his Tom? Marco bit his lip. He didn’t know Tom had a girlfriend. “Marco?” Tom asked.

“Nope, no, it’s fine.” Marco said a bit harshly. “You go, I’m sure Charlotte or Charlie or whatever is missing you.” He seemed to snap. Tom seemed a bit confused at this sudden wave of anger Marco seemed to exude. Tom tried to dismiss it as nerves for the match, but was still a little put off by it.

“O-okay.” Tom tried, and watched Marco storm off.


“Tom has a girlfriend?” Star asked, a bit surprised.

“YES! And he ditched me to go on some dumb date!” Marco seethed. Star thought for a moment.

“Well, if you’re upset with him for bailing on you then tell him.” She suggested. Marco stood up and snatched his scissors off the table.

“You know what? I will! I’ll tell him how mean it is to cancel just for a date! I really wanted him there! He promised he’d be there!” Marco stewed. He was acting up a little bit, but it was mostly because he was hurt. He really wanted his crush to see him fight, and to hear he cancelled for somebody else hurt him even more.

Marco slit a portal open and shut it behind him, jumping into the demon’s living room. “Tom?” Marco called. “It’s me! We need to talk.” He grumbled. Tom poked his head out of the next room and seemed happy when he saw Marco, but then cut of with anxiety.

“Hey Marco! Can this wait? I’m dealing with some trouble right now.” Tom explained. “Charlie got her hair stuck in the blow-drier.” He explained.

“How? Has she never dried her hair before?” Marco snapped. Tom narrowed his eyes.

“Hey, back off her she’s only six.” He defended.

“Yeah but- wait what?” Marco stopped and saw Tom get on his knees and start untangling something. Marco stepped closer and saw the cutest little demon child standing in front of Tom. She had pink hair, but it was much much darker than Tom’s And it was very tight and curly. She was a fat girl in a cute pink dress with adorable, yet demonic, markings.

“Charlie, sweetie hold still.” Tom told her. “I told you not to mess with this stuff without me.” He reprimanded. Tom looked over at Marco. “Just one second.” He told the human.

“Charlie is… a kid?” Marco asked. Tom nodded.

“Well it wouldn’t make sense if my little sister was older than me.” Tom teased. He gently pulled the drier away and smiled at the girl. “There you go. Charlie don’t mess with this stuff, I don’t want you getting into a mess.” He told her. Charlie sniffled.

“I wanted to look pretty.” She explained. Tom laughed a little and gave the girl a hug.

“You’re super pretty, and if you want your hair done I can help you, okay?” He offered. Charlie smiled and then looked over at Marco. She tugged Tom’s sleeve and whispered something in his ear. “This is Marco, he’s a friend.” Tom told her. “What did you want to talk about?” He asked the human.

Marco just stood there totally shocked. He thought Charlie was Tom’s girlfriend. He wasn’t expecting him to have a little sister. “Wait you said Charlie was your special girl.” Marco reminded. Tom grinned.

“She is.” He smiled and ruffled her hair.

“Aren’t you angry at her for getting into the blow drier? Even when you told her not to?” Marco asked. He expected the demon to be mad at her. And not act so gentle when helping get the electronic out of her hair. Tom shook his head.

“Of course not. She didn’t mean to.” Tom assured. Marco smiled really big at this. He should have known Tom would be slow tempered around the little one. He honestly didn’t expect him to treat her this nicely though. Or be responsible enough to care for a little kid.

“So, do you like take care of her?” Marco asked. Tom nodded.

“We’ve been on our own for a while. Dad doesn’t have much time for his kids, I pretty much keep this little monster in line.” He teased the girl and she giggled. “Why do you ask?” Tom asked. Marco rubbed the back of his head.

“It’s just… you don’t really seem to be the type to… raise a little kid and take care of her.” Marco admitted. He hoped he didn’t offend Tom but the demon laughed.

“I get that a lot. People think I’ll just go aggro and freak out at her.” Tom explained. Charlotte was now playing on the floor a few feet away. “But the truth is, even if I was totally INFURIATED, I don’t think I could ever bring myself to hurt her.” Tom admitted. He seemed embarrassed about this for some reason. But it was explained when he kept talking. “You-you can’t tell anyone that! I don’t want them to think I’m… weak or whatever.” Tom muttered. Marco smiled and shook his head.

“It’s not weakness. But I won’t tell.” He promised.

“So why did you come over?” Tom asked. Marco blushed.

“Oh I uh…” He now felt embarrassed for his misunderstanding and felt guilty for acting so rashly about Tom not being able to make it to his fight. So he made something up. “I just wanted to see you!” He tried. To his surprise Tom blushed.

“You… did?” he asked. Marco smiled a little bit and nodded.

“I missed you at my fight and thought we could spend some time together.” Marco added. He then blushed deeply. “I really… like you. And I like hanging out with you.” He looked away. Tpom blushed deeper and fire sparked at his feet and hair. Marco reached out and gently took Tom’s hand. The demon moved in a tin bit and Marco felt his heart race.

This was it! It was happening. It was so sudden! But they were just less than an inch away from kissing. Marco was not expecting this when he first came over, but feeling Tom’s hand grasp his own was euphoric. Both boys let their eyes fall shut and Marco stood on his tos to be able to meet Tom.

Just as Tom slipped an arm around marco’s waist they stopped short. “Tom? What are you doing with that human?” Charlotte asked. Tom and Marco both jumped and they ripped away from each other.

“I uhm… I was uh… I was…” Tom was turning redder and redder and Charlotte looked between the two boys confused. They she gasped like something clicked

“Ohhhh! I see!” She smiled. Tom blushed even more.

“No! Charlie it’s um… it’s not-” She cut him off.

“It’s fine! I’ll leave you two alone.” She assured, and toddled down the stairs. Tom and Marco both stood there in shocked embarrassment and looked away from each other.

“It um… it’s wasn’t…” Tom stuttered.

“No! No of course it wasn’t.” Marco agreed. “I was just… um…”

“Leaning!” Tom tried. Marco nodded.

“Yeah! I was just leaning, I definitely wasn’t about to…” Marco trailed off and took Tom’s hands again. “I wasn’t going to… do this.” He then kissed the demon gently and looked at him with starry eyes. “What gave you that idea?” Marco asked.

“I don’t know.” Tom responded, kissing him again.

GMS Fanfiction - Jack/MC - Rescue

Dark Jack, anyone? I had fun with this one. I wonder what that says about me? XD

I’m going to be safe and put a slight trigger warning here and now. This fic mentions and strongly implies drugs being used for nefarious purposes. Nothing too heavy, I think, but I’d rather warn you guys now before anyone has a negative reaction to any elements used here. Regardless, I hope you guys have as much fun reading as I did writing!

The hard wall at her back was the one thing grounding her to reality as her head swam with sensation. She felt too hot here, wracked by an uncontrollable shiver while noise pounded in her head. The club hadn’t been this loud before, had it? Even through her shroud of clouds she knew that to be true.

“Well, well.” The familiar voice seemed to be everywhere, brushing over her prickling flesh like a physical touch. Eyes like fire burned into her, their crimson irises unearthly in the flaring of the strobes. Teeth flashed white through the chaos, though she could not tell if it was in a snarl or a smile. “A little rabbit, all alone and vulnerable.”

“J-Jack,” she croaked dryly, pain lancing down her throat as she swallowed. Her expression twisted. “H-hurts.”

His hand was cool as he stroked softly over her cheek. The contrast provided a brief respite, and she leaned into it. “Silly girl,” he crooned, lips feathering over the shell of her ear. She shivered violently. “You really should mind who handles your drinks.” She watched him cock his head as he watched her, like some great bird of prey who had spotted his next meal. “What do you say we get out of here, hm?”

His fingers grasped her wrist, and he tugged her along behind him as he moved for the door. They cut through a swath of bodies in motion, but Guinevere could not comprehend their erratic movements in the state she had found herself in.

It was raining outside the club, icy daggers of water hitting her and leaving a lingering sting that made her want to duck for cover. Jack’s grip on her did not allow her to do so, however, and so she was forced to go along with his direction.


Jack abruptly stopped as a too-loud voice echoed through the alley, the line of his shoulders rigid.

“What gives?” A middle-aged man stepped out of the club’s back entrance behind them, scowling unhappily. He gestured to Guinevere. “Those drugs were expensive, man. You can’t just swoop in after I went through all this trouble!”

Jack turned, hold slackening, and Guinevere shuddered as she saw his face. He was grinning, but there was no mirth there, no warmth, no amusement. Just an unfeeling lack of emotion that chilled her to the bone. He exuded danger, even as his body relaxed. “So you were the one to target my girlfriend here?”

The man paused, eyes widening. “I-”

Jack advanced on him, slowly, fluidly. His movements were precise and deliberate; the movements of a predator.

“Look- I didn’t know man!” The man stumbled backwards, until his back met the brick of the wall. He tensed, blatant alarm dawning on his face when he realized he had nowhere to go.

“Oh, I’m sure you didn’t.” A glacial pause. “But it’s too late to take it back now.”

A fork of lightning bloomed across the sky right as Jack reached him, searing painful light over Guinevere’s eyes. She squinted, and the harsh rumble of thunder drowned out the scream that struck the air and echoed.

She flinched as a cold hand touched her. He reeked of iron.

“Relax, little rabbit,” he murmured, gazing at her with a tenderness that spread an ache through her chest.

“Did you-”

She wasn’t given the chance to finish before he kissed her, his lips slick with rainwater. Immediately she was caught in the moment, melting into him like she had so many times before, unresisting when he drew her into a shockingly warm embrace.

“Let’s go,” he said softly, so close his chest grazed hers with every intake of breath. “Before we both catch a cold.”

He stepped back, lacing his fingers through hers as he led her away.


@kaxpha for the Lost Lance!AU

I have a whole shit ton of headcannons about Blue and Lance for this AU and I honestly don’t know how much will match with what you already have so I’m going to put it under a cut.

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musical-devotee  asked:

Ok so I kinda worked on a part if Satisfied but like not a lot and it's bad but I wanted to share it anyway So so so- So this is what it's like to marry the guy stuck in your head. Full of hope and happiness and no dread. It's almost unbelievable there want no catch to this? And Eliza as the maid of honor it the best,right? Our first conversation on this with her only lasted 2 or 3 minutes, we agreed on many different things for this It seems like a dream kinda like Alex and I first dance.

oooh its rly good!!!

holllywoo  asked:

Leak the deetress fic ur writing pls 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀


It was a bad, drunken, shitty comeback. Dee was fully aware of this. She was. If she couldn’t get it out of her head, well it wasn’t her fault. She was only human and the Waitress wasn’t half-bad looking. There was even something about her voice, when she wasn’t slurring every goddamn word that came out of her mouth. That pretty mouth. She was kind of starting to see what Charlie saw in the poor girl.

Dee shook her head as if to scramble the thoughts in her head and have them form completely different ideas. What was she doing?

ghkdfjgh i hope it was alright. it’s gonna be a whole thing so i hope i don’t let yall down.

sarahhannanorr  asked:

I'm still confused on one thing - if Charlotte hit Ali, then Mona and Melissa can't both have murdered Bethany Young. Is one of them lying? What's your theory?

Mona physically hit Bethany over the head with the shovel thinking she was Ali, but Melissa buried Bethany thinking that Spencer had hit Ali (so Melissa also thought Bethany was Ali, like Mona). So one hit her, the other buried her.

Now that I think about it, whilst I’ve summarised it in a sentence, that’s a fairly complex story. SO much “I thought x was y” and everyone was wearing a yellow top and also protecting people and Ali never died and ughhhh.. I wonder for how long the writers had that planned…

  • Me: sees queen Elizabeth is trending
  • Me: hasn't had an emergency news alert from the BBC
  • Me: is confused

Are you ever sorry?“ He asked.

"For loving you?” She smiled and shook her head. “No. There are so many things to be sorry for, but loving you isn’t one of them.”

For some reason, that answer made him even more restless.

“What are the things you’re sorry about, then?” He asked after a while.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t quite right for you. That you weren’t quite right for me. That the timing wasn’t quite right for us. We were never lacking in love. It wasn’t ever a question of whether we loved each other enough or not, because if love could fill a whole room - ours would have needed more space. It would have burst out of the windows and banged open doors.” She stopped, and smiled such a sad smile it broke his heart all over again.

“You know I loved you so much.” He whispered.

She reached out to squeeze his hand and said, “I know, darling. I know. But even the greatest of loves cannot withstand the wars of this world. And no matter how much we loved each other, it wasn’t a war we were supposed to win.

—  we were beautiful but we weren’t quite right // Genefe Navilon
a comprehensive list of every harry potter character i want to know more about
  • hannah abbott - is she doing okay? how’s her and neville’s relationship going? do they have any kids? does she make like the best butterbeer ever? i want to know
  • bathsheda babbling - apparently she was the ancient runes teacher at hogwarts and truly i just want to know more about her because look at that fucking name
  • katie bell - how’s my girl katie doing? hopefully not too affected by that whole dark curse thing she had to deal with? also i just want to know more about her like how’d she get into quidditch what were her stats like when did her and oliver wood get married
  • phineas negillus black - truly it’s tragic that whenever i picture him in my mind i see phineas from phineas and ferb with black hair and a very large black wizarding cloak on but like besides that how was he as a headmaster? what was he like? does he take joy in being a little dick head? i truly want to know
  • susan bones - how is she after her aunt’s death? what’s she doing with her life? susan bones sounds like the type of girl who’d be really really good at braiding hair. is she really really good at braiding hair?
  • lavender brown - i hope she’s doing okay and that she’s learning to live with the scars greyback gave her and hopefully she’s not a werewolf and listen she just liked ron is that really such a crime jk rowling did her so dirty!!! also i want to know everything about her and parvati’s relationship “friendship” and all the crazy make-outs shenanigans they got into
  • charity burbage - how’d she get into teaching muggle studies? was she scared those last few moments of her life? was she a good teacher? why the hell did jk rowling never let us witness a muggle studies class
  • alecto & amycus carrow - damn tell me everything about these two what was their childhood how’d they get into the dark arts literally how far were they willing to go because like torturing children is just fucking evil
  • the cattermoles - did they actually grab their family and get out of britain?? i sure hope so
  • penelope clearwater - how’s she doing??? did she get like fucking awesome grades?? how’d she react when percy was being a Dick? important questions
  • dennis creevey - legit how many times did collin write to him about harry? i bet dennis was like “jesus fuck mate shut up”. is he doing okay? i sure hope so. i hope he got into photography too
  • fleur delacour - listen i just want to know MORE what kind of student was she??? how many friends did she have??? i want more elaboration on her relationship with her sister. i want a whole god damn book just about fleur’s life. god damn it
  • dedalus diggle - how did anyone let him become an auror with a name like that
  • the dumbledores - please, for the love of god, i’d die if jk rowling gave us a book on the dumbledores. think about all that information. wow.
  • arabella figg - how did a squib get in contact with dumbledore? how was her life growing up being a squib? what were all her cat’s names? did she go play bridge every night with her friends? these are questions i need answers to
  • seamus finnigan - “me mam” oh you sweet boy how i love you. when was the first time he and dean kissed and was it as magical as he thought?? i won’t rest until i am answered
  • mundungnus fletcher - so like did he become like he is because of his name or did he change his name to reflect the fact that he was an utter piece of shit
  • filius flitwick - how’d he get into charms!!! what were his favorite teaching methods!!! favorite students!!! literally anything!!!
  • florean fortescue - i want to know every single damn flavor of ice cream he had in his shop. also, did he ever reopen it??
  • astoria greengrass - how’d she and draco meet? what are her political views?? her family life??? what kind of mother was she to scorpius?? i bet she was a damn elegant one
  • rubeus hagrid - like i want DETAILS about his life at hogwarts. every damn one. and about his life afterwards. i want a tour of his cottage. transcripts of every date he went on with madame maxime or whatever. a list of every single pet he ever owned. i want stories about him going to romania and visiting charlie. i want EVERYTHING
  • angelina johnson - my BITCH how’s she doing???? how’s life after hogwarts for her?? is she kicking ass and taking names?? i sure hope so. is she playing quidditch? or maybe she’s like a wizarding lawyer or something like stone cold bitch!!!! love that girl. what kind of mother is she? when did she and george fall in love?? does she still meet up with alicia spinnet and katie bell every once in a while for tea and biscuits and a chat?
  • bellatrix lestrange - i honestly just want to know everything about her. how was she growing up? her relationship with her sisters? when did she like fall in love or infatuation or lust or whatever with voldemort??? is like the no nose thing a kink? when’d she lose her mind? important questions
  • frank and alice longbottom - how’d they meet? how’d they fall in love? how’d they get married? they deserved better
  • ernie macmillan - did he ever stop being such a little bitch?
  • minerva mcgonagall - LEGITIMATELY EVERYTHING I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING i want a 1000 page essay detailing her time at hogwarts
  • cormac mclaggen - did he ever stop being such a big dick?
  • the patil sisters - listen tell me about like hinduism and magic and indian culture and hindu mythology and magic and also just everything about these sisters and their sisterly bond and how they were both underestimated and taken for giggling girls even though they were smart as fuck i love them
  • kingsley shacklebolt - okay i wanna hear how awesome he was at school and about how everyone loved him and i wanna hear about his adventures in the ministry and him talking to the muggle prime minister and basically how fucking awesome he was
  • dean thomas - his love for soccer!!!! tell me all about it!!!! his love for seamus!!!!! tell me all about it!!!!
  • ted tonks - how did he and andromeda fall in love??? did he try to convince her he was worth it???? was he Smooth As Fuck??? important questions
  • the weasleys - like i KNOW we know a ton about them but i just want MORE. i want more charlie and bill and bill and ginny’s relationship and all the siblings hanging out and i just want MORE of the dynamic

You know, I keep seeing posts talking about what a horrible liar Kara is. But the fact of the matter is Kara is probably one of the best liars I’ve ever seen on TV.

But wait. The entirety of National City knows Kara’s Supergirl, you may be thinking. How can she be a good liar? But that’s the thing—her secret isn’t that Kara Danvers is Supergirl.

Kara’s only been Supergirl for the past year or so. But still, she’s been lying for well over a decade about who she is—and successfully. The thing about Clark—and they’ve addressed this in season 1—is he may as well be human. They’ve talked about this with Astra, and then they’ve shown this Myriad. Because in Clark’s head, he’s not Kryptonian. His powers make him stand apart, but when he solar flares, his most likely thought process is I’m human now. To Kara, it would be I’m now powerless. And there is a difference. Krypton is much more technologically advanced, yes, but that is not the only difference between Earth and Krypton.

I cannot emphasize enough Kara is not human. Kara’s alienness isn’t contingent upon her abilities—superpowers or no superpowers, she’s always Kryptonian.

And sure, plenty of people probably have figured out that Kara is Supergirl—but that’s pretty much it. What people know about Kara’s past is that she’s Superman’s cousin, and that’s it. And clearly, Kara is younger than Superman—most people aren’t going to think “yup. She was probably put in suspended animation in some way.” I mean the conspiracy theorists might, but not really the overwhelming people on Earth. (listen. You gotta draw a line somewhere)

Most people are going to think ‘Occam’s Razor’—that Kara’s mom, or dad, or both, got off Krypton at the same time as Superman, and a decade later had Kara, and that there’s a very good chance that Supergirl is half human, or at the very least born on Earth and raised as a human. It’s what’s logical, isn’t it? The simplest answer is usually the correct one.

But she’s not. English isn’t her first language, and she grew up with a very different culture, undergone a host of different experiences that most humans couldn’t even imagine. Hell, she wasn’t even born the same way—Clark was the first natural Kryptonian birth in years. That means Kara was not. Kara was born via the Codex—really, if James was surprised at the depths of Kara’s anger over losing Krypton (back in season 1—you know, where Kara got to have more than 3 emotions), or how surprised he was to find out what Kara’s family crest really meant, how surprised would they be at everything she’d decide to just stop hiding?

Because Kara is so very good at hiding. Kara Danvers is real, yeah, but it’s someone she had to build. One of the very subtle, but telling moments happened in the first episode of season two, when Kara and Clark were getting off the elevator, and Clark had a clumsy moment where he ran into someone and knocked all their things to the ground. After he apologized and helped the person pick up their things, Kara asked him “wow, you really have the whole clumsy thing down, don’t you?” “Oh no, that was real.” Key word here is thing. As in, I have a routine I go through to distract people and to seem harmless. And this is just the tip of the iceberg, of routines and acts Kara must go through to make herself seem human. Kara Danvers is real, but part of that identity is a persona she constantly embodies–clumsy, absentminded, horrible at math and science, cute but not drop dead gorgeous, a bit quirky always happy, harmless, invisible, human.

And so it’s not surprising that all of these people are figuring out her identity, but that’s not really what Kara’s held close to her chest, not like Clark. Kara’s anger and loss and just general alienness–that is her secret. This is what she’d confide, this is what she’d have to truly trust someone to reveal. This is what the culmination of trust would look like, trust in Cat or Lena or Maggie (or hell even Barry, who sure knows Kara is an alien but. He doesn’t really seem to grasp the implications of that–oh i didn’t realize Kara got mad).

For 10 years, Kara kept herself hidden, keep herself secret. But Kara’s secret isn’t that she’s Supergirl, a human with powers. Kara’s secret is that she is angry and mad and hurting. But most of all, Kara’s secret is that she is not human.

I can’t believe this. I’m on campus to meet with a professor I’m interested in working with and I’ve been out in the hallway rehearsing our conversation in my head for like 30 minutes to make sure I don’t make an ass of myself. And when I finally work up the nerve to go in her office the first thing that comes out of my mouth is “Doop.” Just the word “doop”, nothing else. I stood there in silence with our eyes interlocked while we both tried to mentally process what “doop” means. I can never show my face here again