Crazy about Katie McGrath

Actually that no punctuation plot hole ooc wattpad fanfic written by that 12 year old will ALWAYS be better than character ai. And I love that 12 year old btw

Well if this ain't relatable af

When do we have a convention or con where gonna be Katie McGrath again?

The tl world is need that for healing actually 😩😅❤️

They didn’t know Alex was watching them.

She was the only one awake- Kelly was sleeping in near silence, her breath tickling Alex’s throat, as her head lay pillowed on Alex’s chest. After the reception had formally drawn to a close, the core group, the Superfriends, had all moved on to the sprawling mansion that Lena had generously rented for them to inhabit for a few days before Alex and Kelly left for their proper honeymoon.

Alex was the only one awake. They’d all be tired and hadn’t even finished the drunken game of monopoly they’d begun for old time’s sake. Kelly had changed out of her wedding dress and Alex out of her suit and they lay curled up on a loveseat beside the crackling fireplace. Nia and Brainy were in a similar state on the couch. Between them all, Kara’s little doggie monopoly piece remained where it had last landed on Park Place, forcing her to declare bankruptcy and, of course, end up ceding all her deeds to Lena.

The game was essentially over at that point and everyone knew it, so the drinking began to lubricate the passing of stories and telling of tales. A second buzz in the same day always hit harder than the first and everyone fell asleep where they sat, except Alex.

She had a sick terrible feeling in her stomach, not of regret surely, but a dread she had trouble explaining. It finally hit her as she watched the firelight dance across Kara’s features.

Something had changed. Something was over, a page turned to a new chapter. One where, Alex somehow knew, their lives would no longer revolve around alien insanities and mystical calamities. The world was settling, shuffling back to the state it was in before Kara caught that plane all those years ago and announced herself to the world.

A more normal time, calmer, changed perhaps in many ways but just… life.

Now that Alex was at the threshold with her toes curled back from it and unsure if she was ready to cross, she felt a little loss. Her future was looking less superheroic and more soccermometic; Kelly had her two-thirds of the way convinced to reactivate her medical license and join a practice. When everyone talked about their futures the sounded mundane, even Kara was more excited about her big new job and chasing her dreams.

Wait.

Alex was wrong. Kara was awake, she was just so utterly entranced that one might be misled into thinking that she was merely dreaming.

Kara and Lena somehow ended up in a wide chair together, curled up in a tangle of limbs, wrapped in Kara’s cape as a blanket. Lena was tucked in under Kara’s chin on Kara’s lap, clearly in a deep, peaceful sleep.

Kara, however, was very much awake. She held Lena in a particular way, at once shockingly gentle and fiercely protective, making a fortress of her arms. Kara was intently focused on her chair-mate, either staring at her with the most pitiful expression of fear and anxiety or nuzzling her nose into her dark curly locks and sighing.

Alex frowned, unsure what to do or say. Her sister looked pained, as pained as Alex had ever seen her. She knew for a fact that she and Lena weren’t fighting- they spent more time together than ever now; it had started with them effectively splitting their time between their respective apartments but over the last couple of months had shifted to Lena, for all intents and purposes, shacking up with Kara. They spent no more than one night in ten apart and of those nine they were together, eight seemed to be at the loft.

Whenever Alex set foot inside, Lena was simply there, for no special or particular reason, the two of them just sharing the same space casually and naturally.

So why did Kara look so broken?

“Hey, kiddo,” Alex whispered. “Why the long face?”

“I can’t talk about it now.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.”

“You guys didn’t have a fight or something, did you?”

Kara was quiet for a time.

“I think I waited too long.”

“For what?” said Alex.

“Don’t you know?”

Alex furrowed her brows, watching intently. Lena stirred, perhaps nudged towards consciousness a little by their murmured conversation and the urgency in Kara’s soft voice.

Then it hit her. Indeed, it struck her like a physical force. Kara looked down at Lena again and Alex gasped at the realization, wondering how the hell she had missed this, of all things.

She’s seen Kara smitten before, like she’d been with Kenny or the fuckboi from the dickhead planet. That was different. That was not this. Kara looked at Lena like she might not be able to breathe if she let her out of her sight.

Oh. Oh shit.

“We’re all moving on with our lives,” Kara whispered. “Taking new jobs, getting married, starting new careers. What happens when she’s too busy for me, Alex? When she finds somebody else and wants a real family and a real life and not… whatever we’re doing? What happens when…”

Kara must have noticed, her incredibly unfair super senses alerting her even before Alex noticed that Lena was awake, her blue eyes dark and soft in the flickering light.

Total silence fell over the room; all Alex could hear was Kelly breathing against her.

“I have a real family, Kara,” Lena said, softly. “They’re right here. You’re right here.”

“Lena?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Lena said, lifting her head gently from Kara’s face. “Ever. I promise.”

They stared at each other for long heavy moment and said nothing. Kara’s eyes were so soft, her gaze so heavy with love, beyond love, adoration, almost worship. Lena gave her a little smile and looked up at her through her lashes.

“Oh for fucks sake, will one of you just goddamn do it already?” Alex blurted.

To her surprise, or maybe not, it was Lena who crossed the gap, who sealed the deal. She was the one who kissed Kara but in moments it didn’t matter who started it, and Kara simply stood and lifted Lena with superhuman ease and was already carrying her up the stairs.

Silence again fell on the room.

“Querl,” Nia said, from the couch.

“Yes?”

“You’re from the future.”

“Indeed.”

“You knew the whole time, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh come on!” Nia snapped.

“I’m trying to sleep,” said Kelly, prompting Alex to snort.

Finally, they all did.

lucy gray taking a bow after her reaping song. haymitch applauding snow while presenting him with louella’s corpse. katniss twirling around in a flaming dress in front of the entire country. peeta painting a portrait of rue for the gamemakers.

district twelve really said, “you want a show? we’ll give you a show.”

I love you dead punctuation marks.

I love you dead punctuation marks.

the kiss but make it ✨percabeth✨

Where has this been?

my Percabeth lovin' heart y'all.....

The female tributes of the 50th Hunger Games, Louella McCoy and Maysilee Donner (and Lou Lou)

Chtěla bych si kupovat dobrý fancy kafe, abych nemusela pořád pít tu břečku z billy za osumdesát kaček

(která chutná jako směs hlíny a převařených sraček),

Chtěla bych nový boty, abych nemusela mít v jednom kuse mokrý nohy

(protože na skákání přes louže, zdá se, nemám vlohy),

Chtěla bych jít do kina, anebo třeba na jazz

(a ke kadeřnici, přistřihnout si pačes),

Chtěla bych jet do daleka, třeba vzducholodí

(utéct ode všeho, když se mi to hodí).

Ale jsem chudá -

A to je nuda,

Ale jsem chudá

A to je bída, kurva, sakra práce, jebat na to, neutrácet, to je prostě pruda.

Supercorp hurt/comfort coffee order head canon

Lena Luthor’s of to coffee order used to be a black quad shot americano with a packet of Splenda, if it won’t be trouble.

When she began dating Kara…it changed. To, and she does hate to admit this, a double caramel mocha with whipped cream, and sprinkles.

Not because she finds…what she can only assume to be a drink meant to emulate the salient qualities of unicorn vomit…but because Kara does this thing. She will enter Lena’s office kiss her cheek and see a drink and grin and smile and help herself.

And in the past, Kara would then look like she had purposely been victimized by Lena’s Americanos. So they…kind of changed?

Yeah, initially, Kara feeling she could just eat from Lena’s plate or drink from her glass shocked Lena. She didn’t really mind in practice, but on principle the action was so alien, so comfortable it perhaps irked her.

Lena had never known this kind of intimacy. The Luthor household was a place of guard what meager portion (meager here is metaphorical not literal, god knows Lillian would expect her to eat triple servings if they ever had duck.) you were given from the fucker to your left (Lex) looking to stab you in your sleep.

Even more shockingly, it goes both ways. Kara is always offering Lena her food. Her clothes. Her body—not like that. Like if Lena needs to reach something, can Kara get it for her? If Lena is chilly, well Kara is pretty warm come to think of it, how about Lena take her sweater? Or Kara has pizza, would Lena like a slice? Would Lena like another? Lena you like it? Do you want the last one?

So yes, she is embarrassed to order at Noonan’s, but she loves knowing Kara is coming, that she’s going to wrap Lena up in a firm hug, and chug half her drink.

And more shockingly, she loves knowing that Kara will be holding a quad shot latte with skim milk and a sprinkle of cinnamon. Which is actually a superior drink to a black “americano of despair” as Kara had called it. Lena had just never thought to try it before.

Kara let herself drift, push this way and that on the wind as it swirled about five thousand feet up. Her attention wandered, from the flights taking off over at the airport to the cars and pedestrians far below. Her vision relaxed and she looked up to see the solar winds scatter off the atmosphere in a riot of color that no one else could see. If she tried, she could see the chaotic chorus of WiFi signals and radio waves colliding with each other and scattering among the clouds.

She couldn’t sleep, so she drifted. Sometimes she wondered exactly how she was able to fly- she had no idea herself, she just did it. She wanted to fly and she flew.

A crisp cold wind snapped around her, billowing out her cape. Kara wasn’t bothered by the cold, merely aware of it. It was a December night and while it was fairly warm down below it was cool up here.

Kara rolled and lay on her back in the air, then rolled again and looked down, arms spread like a swimmer in a dead man’s float. The sounds of the city filled her ears and she sifted through them. Maybe if she picked up on a crime, she could fly down and take care of it and go home to sleep.

The city was peaceful tonight. Nuts.

As she focused her attention on this sound and that she found herself focused on a particular one: Lena. Specifically, her heartbeat. Once she found that sound it was trivial to focus on it, and hear her voice.

“It doesn’t matter, Sam. She’ll never want me like I want her.”

Kara froze, completely still, not even breathing. She should stop now, turn away, leave her friend to her privacy.

Lena… liked girls? She. She said she. As in another woman. Who did she mean? Kara didn’t know of any women she was close to, but then, Lena was a private person despite their growing closeness, she-

“She has to be straight,” Lena was saying. “I tried everything. I filled her office with flowers, I bought the damn company for her. What do I need, my own personal Bat Signal?”

Kara dropped fifty feet without even realizing.

She was talking about… no… that wasn’t…

What?

“I can’t just ask her out! What if she gets all weird and I lose my best friend? Not to mention the power imbalance, I’m technically her boss… what? No I did not make myself her boss to justify not asking her out! Sam!”

Lena huffed and Kara could hear her pacing her penthouse.

Lena liked her. She like-liked her. She was talking to her friend about asking her out. She was… in lesbians with her? No, that’s not how you say that.

“Fuck,” Kara muttered. What was she going to do now? She couldn’t just fly down there and say something.

She’d been spying. Eavesdropping. She had to stop this, fly home, maybe call Alex. Sleep on it and figure out what to do.

As her heart pounded in her chest and her pulse throbbed in her ears, Kara began to realize something.

She had felt things around Lena. Weird little things like a fluttering in her belly and a sudden nervous energy and this intense need to be around her, to just look at her. Her emerald ocean eyes and sharp jawline and the way she would tilt her head just so and look at Kara like that and it would make heat pool low in her hips. She could listen to Lena talk about anything for hours and just drift on the currents of her voice, so soft and smooth.

Then there was also, well… Lena had to have caught her looking.

Kara’s heed snapped up and her eyes went wide.

Holy shit, she was in lesbians with Lena too.

(That’s not how you say it)

Kara yanked her phone out and called Alex.

“Kara? What the hell is that noise? Are you in a wind tunnel?”

“I’m flying. I couldn’t sleep.”

“It’s four in the fucking morning and I’m on day watch. What do you want?”

“I’m in lesbians with Lena.”

There was a long, vaguely exasperated pause.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I,” Kara began, “I was kind of listening in and I heard some stuff.”

She told Alex what that stuff was, then listened as Alex turned her mouth from the phone and talked to someone. She heard Maggie’s voice as she cackled violently.

“I fucking told you!” Maggie was laughing.

“Kara,” said Alex. “Please be normal about this. Go home. Make a bushel of frozen potstickers. Sleep it off, decide what to do in the morning.”

“Okay,” Kara sighed.

She resolved that she would only do a quick flyby, just to make sure Lena was okay. She wouldn’t even get that close.

When she passed by, Lena had hung up her call and was sitting on her sofa with a glass of liquor in her hands, the most forlorn look in her eyes as she stared at it.

Kara, she decided, should go home.

She landed on Lena’s balcony and rapped gently on the glass. Lena yelped and surged lightly to her feet, almost dropping the glass, and stared.

For a moment Kara could only stare. Lena had her hair down and it made her seem soft and vulnerable as she warded off the chill with a hoodie and sweats. She was the most cuddly thing Kara had ever seen.

“It’s not locked,” she said in her soft, husky voice.

“You should lock your doors,” Kara said as she stepped inside, closing the door.

“We’re on the twenty-eighth floor.”

“Good point,” said Kara.

“Is there something you need help with, Supergirl?”

Kara looked at her for too long a beat. She could still turn back and come back the next day or meet Lena for lunch like they planned or… or…

It didn’t matter. This problem would be there no matter what she did and the longer she waited the worse it would be.

“I have to tell you something,” Kara said softly.

“What is it? Did something happen? Do you need me?”

Yes, she wanted to say. I’m… I don’t know how to say this and I’m worried I’ll mess it up.”

Lena looked intrigued and more than a little nervous. Her throat bobbed and Kara felt an instinctive tug towards her, a need to shelter Lena within her arms.

“My real name,” she began, “is Kara Zor-El. I carry the name of my father, Zor-El. When I arrived on Earth my cousin fostered me with the Danvers family, so I took their name. So my full name is Kara Zor-El Danvers.”

Lena looked at her for a long moment.

“I know.”

Kara flinched. “What? How?”

“You aren’t subtle. I’ve been keeping you from getting fired for every time you run off from work with nothing to show for it. The first time you came to my office, you were with Superman. The next time you came you said you flew there on a bus.”

“Wait, you know… you know Clark is…”

“My brother was his best friend before he tried to kill him.”

“Why didn’t you call me out? Say anything?”

Lena’s tongue flashed across her lips and Kara watched intently as her heart raced and a storm of emotions flooded her face.

“I think was hoping you would tell me yourself. That you’d trust me.”

“I should have said it sooner. After you saved my life.”

“Why now? Why tonight?”

Kara froze.

“I.. heard you. Talking to your friend. I didn’t mean to, it was an accident. I was just riding the wind because I couldn’t sleep. Sometimes… sometimes I just need to know that you’re okay.”

Lena was staring at her.

“Oh my God,” Lena choked out. “Oh my God, Kara. You weren’t supposed to hear that. This is so fucking embarrassing. I can’t believe, listen, it doesn’t mean, it’s not like… I hope we can still be… fuck!”

“Ilikeyoutoo,” Kara blurted.

Lena’s eyes went comically wide.

“You… you what? You do? What do you mean you like me?”

Kara felt her own mouth go dry.

“I… think about things, and at first I thought I was jealous of you because you’re so pretty but then I started thinking about, um, kissing you and stuff even though Kryptonians don’t really do that, and it was confusing but… I think I feel like you feel.”

Kara realized she hadn’t moved. She squared up and crossed the rooms, the weight of the cape on her back giving her a little push of confidence. Lena watched her approach with keen interest.

“What do we do now?”

“I… I don’t know. I’ve asked people out and been asked out plenty of times but I have no idea how this works. This is a lot, Kara. You’re supergirl… and you like me.”

Lena set the glass aside. She was barefoot and Kara was in her stacked heels, so Lena was looking up at her. Kara felt seven feet tall. This tension suddenly lay between them, and Kara wasn’t sure what she needed to do except that she needed to handle this delicately.

So, she brought her hand up and tenderly pushed it beneath her curls to lightly cup her cheek, a flood of heat passing through her body at the softness of Lena’s skin. She was soft and velvety and warm and Kara thought her heart might burst through her ribs for its jackhammering.

Lena leaned lightly into the touch. Feeling bold, Kara put her other hand on the small of Lena’s back and stepped in close, tipping down like a fairytale prince about to kiss the fair maiden.

Kara paused to whisper “is this okay?” and Lena replied with a gentle brushing of lips that made Kara’s knees feel weak.

“Mmm. Very okay.”

Lena slipped her arms around Kara’s waist and pressed close and Kara was instantly aware that she was wearing nothing beneath her pajamas.

“Should we go out on a date?”

Lena smirked. “I think we’re past the awkward icebreaker questions, darling. I think that if you want… third date activities are on the table.”

“Thir… oh. Oh.,” Kara said. “Oh, okay.”

By morning, Alex had texted five times, ending with WHERE ARE YOU?

“Getting breakfast with Lena,” she texted back.

is that the anarky symbol?

“anarky”

Yeah, Anarky. From Batman: Arkham Origins. Apparently it is also used by real life anarchists as well, but I recognized it from the game.

I’m,,,

who tf bought arkham origins