#AND SHE NOTICED BUT SHE DOESNT BRING IT UP
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ponuchuu · 26 days ago
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i fucking love the "A fell first but B fell harder" trope so much that shit makes me so ISJDJSJDJSJDJF
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haunted-xander · 9 months ago
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Very excited to see how they'll do this scene in Rebirth
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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 1 year ago
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Soooo....... if you don't mind me asking
What was that about a cult in the human au👀👀👀
(I hope I'm getting that right and if not I'm referring to the one implied( ?) In I think the eddie short story you posted a while back)
I hope you have a good day/ night whenever you are <3 <3, you're like one of my fav welcome home creators rn <3 <3
HA uh it's not a real cult! it's more like a cult following if anything, the Guys™️ are just dramatic / passive-aggressive about it
a 'cult following of what' you may ask! well! it's a cult following of Wally! or more specifically, Wally's art. it isn't like, Famous or anything, but there's a niche group of art enthusiasts/snobs/etc that are borderline Obsessed with it (in my mind his art Is pretty funky! i like to think that he has mild associative synesthesia, which bleeds into his work along with his disregard for art 'rules' and the like)
it's not a huge problem? just a minor nuisance. and as a plus, it means that those people will pay absurd amounts for Wally's pieces when he sells them (or is doing commission work)!
Wally has mixed feelings about it. on one hand, he does Not mind attention & loves to talk about his art and meet new people. on the other hand, a lot of his "fans" are overbearing / over-familiar and blatantly misinterpret him and his art. so while Wally loves attending art shows etc, whenever he recognizes one of his "fans" walking over he'll often make an excuse to leave for a minute (or one of his friends will act as sort of a bodyguard lol)
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petz5 · 2 years ago
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grabs him by the scruff of his neck like a kitten
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electoons · 27 days ago
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my psychiatrist was trying to explain that a lot of my depression and anxiety probably stems from my trying to force myself into a (neurotypical/allistic) mold that i wasn't made for and that it's nothing to be ashamed of and she listed elon musk and bill gates as my fellow autists and that made me cry harder
#mia.txt#i wasnt like crying bc i was diagnosed with ASD it was more just crying cause i cry all the time now and it was a cathartic session#oh i forgot to mention it but god i cant even describe the weird feeling of being told im actually autistic (UNPROMPTED)#after like. wondering for so many years but being too scared to bring it up to any psychiatrist#so i was just like well maybe i am or maybe i just have adhd. thats ok im not too worried about it :)#and then i was just like talking about my sensory issues being exacerbated by my meds#and then she started asking me more questions abt my sensory issues and social problems and then she pointed out that i#had been rocking back and forth the entire time. which i genuinely dont even notice anymore like i was like oh shit i sure am doing that#and she basically went through the whole questionnaire and was like has no one really ever brought up the possibility that you were#on the spectrum. because you definitely are#and i was like 🤷🏻‍♀️ idk! im not sure#but it was probably pretty damning that the one other time i had gotten tested he literally gave up bc the questions were too vague#oh but anyway like no that doesnt help actually 😔#i really don't think its shame-based like i KNOW im Different(TM) thats not shocking to me#but i do expend an insane amount of mental and emotional energy trying to be Normal and pretend i am not autistic#the masking that is causing me so much stress is the very thing that prevented me from being diagnosed earlier lmfaooo
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fallen-grace-smd · 5 months ago
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cutesilyo · 1 year ago
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concept: an animatic of legally blonde's gay or european with aseantalia, with piri as the gay defendant
#hws#hws philippines#aseantalia#okay i have it FULLY FORMED IN MY HEAD okay#piri is the gay defendant#because its funny ITD BE FUNNY!!! and he has the most euro influence out of all of them#(also fits my headcanon that piri was raised in europe lol)#vivi HAS to be warner so she can say 'depending on the time of day the french go either way'#singa is vivienne because shes the one whos factual and logical about this#have a very vivid image of him pulling out a slideshow at the line 'well they bring their boys up different there'#and like. im thinking of vivi texting taiwan about the latest asean shenanigans and then#taiwan takes enid's role of 'that's a metrosexual jerk! you say he's gay i say no way'#through whatsapp lol#thai is prof callahan because hes more sensible lmao#and msia can be elle bc itd be cute! and in the context of the animatic the accusation would come out dumb and dramatic#and doesnt that fit him so well#fem brunei gets a little cameo taking the judge's line of#'if he's straight tell him im free at 8 on saturday'#then indo takes emmett's role of being the one questioning piri at the end#bc i just noticed that emmett actually?? distracts him by flashing his butt while questioning??? in the musical??#and i think that yes. piri would get distracted by indo. indo's boobas.#then the man bursting the asean meeting doors open to scream 'you BASTARD! you lying BASTARD!'#is none other than piri's boyfriend.... drumroll.... MEXICO!!!!#and the video ends with the asean meeting having turned into an impromptu fiesta!!!!!!#mine#LOOK IVE THOUGHT IT THROUGH IT ALL FITS IT ALL FITS!!!!!
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sereniv · 1 year ago
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#my grandma yet again blurted out something i rather bring up when im comfortable or when its actually relevant#'oh theyre part yaqui' and immediately im like...oh no why#and rosie her friend just looked so elated#and said 'you gotta get that money'#idk how she couldnt catch how uncomfortable i was because i couldnt hide it#grandma why u do this i tell you not to#she did this with being vegan and being trans#i dont want to talk about these things unless i know im comfortable or its relevant#its personal! im embarasses! im uncomfortable!#and then when i accept it and go to actually talk about how i feel and my connections and yknow#talk from the heart#then she gets distracted. rosie my grandmas friend does. and interupts me#and its like cool so that whole situation was juat to make me uncomfortable. and now im going to be thinking about it#happened when me being trans was brought up and me being aroace#interrupted. dont get to explain or anything#but fucking just 'get that money' made me so mad. and she was so in her own little world#i couldn't cover up how uncomfortable i was and she didnt even notice.#GOD she is insufferable sometimes. and the shit she said about homeless ppl#rosie not my grandma my grandma is fine just. likes bringing me up i guess#but i just have to sit there and nod and like i dont want to pretend like it doesnt bother me but i also dont want to say something#honestly it also just makes me sad. like#when i try to talk about oh im learning this or im contributing this or whatever even unrelated#like just in general i get interupted. that really doesnt help my complex about not being listened to lol!#anyway food was good but experience sucked#im still mad about the money thing idek why i was shocked. thats totally a rosie thing to think#and then she even tried to argue with me that I could enroll like. no i think i know#my dad can my cousin can my other cousin is. i cant. and even if i could its not just an easy decision#ans especially not based in fucking money. AUGH. glad she offered me pot like yes i need to chill#let me look at the fucking raccoon#her dog is super cute tho.
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iamthescalesofjustice · 2 years ago
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you are john. it has been, what, like eight or ten months since you sent out the notices about the new round of lyctor trials? you have a weird dream one night and decide, on a whim, to check in on how the trials are going. 
you phone home (its not home, home is gone). no one picks up. thats weird, and kind of concerning, so you go to check. canaan house is empty, even of the constructs you left to act as bodies for the partitioned bit of your soul-conglomerate you left there. there seem to be a lot of weird zombies on various continents. whoops, looks like some of the partitions of your soul-network need to be tuned up. well, you can do that after you figure out where the contestants went. 
an extensive round of investigation later, you land on the ninth. yep, that sure does seem to be the missing contestants. and the canaan house priests. and cytherea is here, for some reason. probably plotting against you. and... oh, annabel, good morning. 
while you are getting stabbed by your cavalier, you cant help but notice that it looks like some of the contestants did, in fact, achieve lyctorhood. but uh, definitely not the way they were supposed to. 
#to wit: the sixth and seventh have formed a soul network. only the sixth have living bodies#for some reason the dead body of the seventh cav is being possessed by that BoE bitch your hands were conspiring with almost 20 years ago?#there are 3 members of the third house here? and the actual cav is not involved in thenew 3rd house lyctorhood bond at all aside from#teaching swordsmanship to the? new 3rd cav? who is the necros sister apparently#the fitth havent made a lyctor bond yet but they Do appear to be having something going on with [checks notes] the guy who is supposed to#be the actual ninth cav but apparently isnt. wait so who went as the ninth c— uh. uhhhhhh#okay so you have a kid and the ninth has apparently joined your soul network at some point without you noticing wait wait what is this#wake-me-up-inside is on your soul network too??? youve been hacked.#as for whats going on with the rest: bc if various revelations the 8th have cancelled god who clearly doesnt understand how to#do soul magic in a Right and Proper manner. both the two who were at the trials and once they get the message back the entire house will be#up in arms about it and while the sixth have already been ready to break off from the empire if need be the eighth may try to like. take it#over? it wont go well. either way we are looking at a bigtime schism here#the fourth are trying to get good at enough at soul stuff to do one of the cooler lyctorhoods they have now learned about. the fifth are#trying to stop them from doing this and the most convincing argument theyve had thus far is that they should get past puberty first in case#the type of lyctorhood they end up doing is one of the 'freezes you at that state' one instead of the 'well the ninth aged so#clearly its possible somehow' version. the second were in the timeout corner for a while but there have been. a lot of revelations#and when you are finding stuff out firsthand and being told it directly by gods saint and his cavalier its a little harder to ignore than#if you are traumatized and on the verge of death and being told stuff by insurgents from outside the empire#also gideon has been popping back to earth a lot to 1) get sunlight 2) fight zombies for fun 3) forage for now-feral crop plants to bring#back to the ninth bc damned if shes going back to snow leeks now. also this is how shes dealing with her breakup from cytherea. and getting#space from her mom who sucks and from the drama of finding out her dad is the emperor who also sucks and that she and harrow have a#soul connection sort of that may or may not make them immortal and just. its a lot of questions. a lot of unpleasantness. a lot of pressure#hangin around on the ninth which doesnt feel big enough to get away from the drama. so shes#using her fucking teleportation powers to try her hand at shitty cottagecore life on a zombie-infested tomb of a planet instead of. yknow.#her other hometown tomb planet which is now also a little zombie-infested in a different way
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You can also recognize someone by the sounds of their breathing. I do that with my family and it's hilarious when I know who they are when they're trying to sneak up on me lol
bruce is one of those people who can recognize others by the sound of their footsteps, their smell (and ONLY THAT), their voice, just like, anything really
and when other, normal, people find it weird, he just goes "well, tim does it too"
(that's NOT reassuring, bruce)
#i bring this up because i have horroble eyesight which lead to me just automatically memorizing pathways in places i work/live at#so that i wouldnt have to turn on the lights. which has lead to me walking up on my family and coworkers and accidentally giving them#a heartattack. so they try to do the same to me with minimal success. the problem is that im not actually trying to scare them#to me i just legit walk up. any noise i make trying to signal that im behind them doesnt get noticed by them apparently#considering that im currently living with my mother rn she keeps getting jumpscared and has threatened to bell me#my older sibling and i also stay on the same train of thought and can talk at the same time and tone. we got called#ill admit there are a couple of times where i did scare her on purpose but a good 85% was on accident#which she doesnt believe because everytime her reactions are tp funny and i just fall over laughing. she jumps. throws her hands up#screams and everything#me basically: mother im sorry for all the heartattacks but im genuinely not doing this on purpose i swear *cant stand due to laughing*#at my last job though we had heavy and baggy uniforms and steel toes are common in that field metal and plastic bits got carried in pockets#so it took effort be stealthy. but my old job also had a noisy environment most of the time. which lead to hilarious moments#where i (below average height) would seemingly appear out of nowhere and give my coworkers (6ft+) heartattacks. yelling included#i accidentally scared my workplace of 80+ people so much that one of the managers had to tell me to walk louder#the best part thoigh is that because im so small and theyre so tall is that they wouldnt see me at first glance if i was sitting and they#walk in the room. they could walk up right next to me asking where i was and id just look up and say 'right here' and theyd just die#theres nothing more satisfying than seeing macho men scream like a little girl when the only thing you did was sitting still#my older sibling and i are also on the same train of thought when messing with others we can talk at the same time. tone. and mannerisms#we got called 'the twins from the shining' once from an ice cream store worker even though we are five years apart and dont look alike#for as much as most of the times ive scared someone being accidentall. their fear fills me as much and well as a feast does#its because a lot of people see me and think im dainty and innocent. its honestly sad how many people are surprised when i cuss
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attractthecrows · 9 months ago
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🚶🏻‍♂️<- having the time of his life
#FIRST OF ALL ALYNES MOM IS DIRECTLY RELATED TO JACOB TORRANCE!#now those of you who have read my deranged tag yelling about alyne know she's a not-warthrop. i just couldn't decide on a name#so its alyne torrance#i am clasping your cheeks in my hands. warthrop AND torrance. ALYNE TORRANCE-WARTHROP#CAAACKLING#alyne (grown up) mentions Moms Brother Jake Who Died When I Was Like Seven to will henry. who says wait your mom had a brother?#and she drops the bomb of Yeah There Were Two Torrance Siblings Jacob And Margaret. Margaret's My Mom#and will henry is sweating BULLETS because oh my GOD#that explains SOOOO MUCH#actually no scratch that. margaret brings alyne to visit uncle jake because theyre in new york for some reason#jake torrance is doing monstrumology shit. they meet up at an inn. warthrop is there bc he needs jake for something so he tagged along#the sibs are laughing and drinking. alyne has wandered off (found jake's room and is going through their maps) and warthrop is vibrating#margaret mentions boston and warthrop turns beet red. jake notices and claps him on the back and goes MY MAN!!!!#I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE MY NIECE'S DAD!!!!! WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!!!!!#and warthrop goes Shut up shut up SHUT UP SHE'S NOT MY KID!!!!!!!!!! SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!#door slams open. alyne walks in with an armful of maps. she doesnt care that they're all in different languages#she lays them out and puts pebbles in specific spots and starts taking notes. literally ignoring everyone else#jake smirks at warthrop and gets up. leans over alyne's back. 'whatcha up to little 'lyne?'#she points at the pebbles. Tracking! The fishermen have been bringing me more and more weird fish from places that didn't used to have them-#-so this is where the fishermen said they caught them! Used to be you'd only see these when the south american ships came in-#-but they migrated to the caribbean. it's not like fish can fly though. so maybe some live ones got released and thats how they spread?#i have a couple in my tanks at home but they don't like to eat the fish i find at the market so if i can figure out how they got there#then i can figure out what they eat#one of the sailors told me about how some peasants farm seaweed in the sea of japan and i think i can figure out how to grow Gulf seaweed#jake torrance (smug as fuck) margaret torrance (proud and also smug) pellinore warthrop (eyelid twitching)#and alyne is having the time of her life infodumping for her mom and uncle and that guy who refuses to admit he's her dad#eventually she drops off into muttering to herself. takes a minute for anyone to realize she's reciting the names of the seas and currents#in spanish#and then she pipes up with Do you know why sailors get tattoos?#when you die at sea fish eat your body so tattoos are used to identify corpses that dont have faces anymore! :)
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oetscop · 1 year ago
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sorry i know police sketches are meant to be kinda uncanny so they stick in your mind, like they exaggerate features and all that. but whoever made the derrick todd lee sketch....bro. who the fuck is this bc its NOT HIM LMFAO
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midnightcarp · 1 year ago
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caught up with Kill the Villainess again and hoo boy...........
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fakevalentine · 7 months ago
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idk if this is too weird but would u be willing to write abby with a somno kink? like u waking up and she’s already strapping you 🤕🤕
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female reader x abby anderson
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you looked so peaceful, tucked into her sheets. you breathe steadily, completely relaxed in a deep sleep, maybe a dream playing on your brain.
admittedly, abby felt like a creep; running her big hands over your spread thighs resting over her own.
she swallows, watching the tip of her strap slide up your cunt, nudging and pushing against your clit. your eyebrows furrow in your sleep but you remain relaxed.
she brings one of her hands to her mouth, spitting on her fingers and lathering the end of her strap in it. she knew if you were awake, youd be squirming beneath her... lifting your hips up to try find the pleasure you yearned for.
but you just lay there, unconsciously adjusting your body on the bed for more comfort, clueless of what was going on between your legs
abby hums, shuffling closer. "so cute..." her thumb rubs against your clit and she notices how your hips shift, unknowingly getting wetter by the second
you roll your head on the pillow as she guided the strap into you. even in your sleep, you take it so well.
she groans like she can feel you wrapped around her, leaning over to stare down at you as she rocks her hips against you
you look so innocent, a contrast to know you usually do. she cant bring herself to admit that she likes it.
a whine suddenly escapes from your pouty lips, your face scrunching up and her hand grips the pillow beside your head tighter
she slides deeper into you, and it doesnt take long for you to wake up after feeling the ridges and veins of her strap rub against your g-spot.
your hands fly up to grip her broad shoulders, your eyes still heavy and begging to water. you moan against the side of her head, your nails digging into her skin. "abby..."
she pulls her hips back and slams into you, pressing a kiss to your temple. "'m sorry, baby... you just look so pretty."
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ddejavvu · 1 year ago
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this is cheesy but when spencer and reader start getting more comfortable in their relationship and they exchange keys to each others places, reader starts going over while hes away. just to chill because she misses him or borrow something or get something she left. but then dhe notices his apartment is a little messy and he doesnt have a lot of food in the fridge.
the first time he comes home to a full fridge and clean apartment he's a little confused, but when he brings it up and she confesses hes just sooooo touched and appreciative.
the first time he comes home and shes asleep on the bed or couch or wherever he just MELTS. like an actual puddle on the floor kinda melting bc hes just so overwhelmed with love 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
Spencer Reid is, quite possibly, the smartest motherfucker in the FBI. As an esteemed profiler, he notices right away that you've been in his apartment, from the post-it note grocery list sitting on the top of what's in his trash can, and a lack of dust over his kitchen counter like there typically is after he's gone on a case for a few days.
He spots 'donuts' on the list, and when he pulls the fridge open, lo and behold, there's a bag of mini chocolate donuts on the top shelf. He smiles to himself, giddily so, more than elated that you'd remembered an offhanded comment he'd made about liking them so much, especially when they're chilled.
He remembers everything anyone tells him, but people rarely stop to listen to his own words. So often it can be cast aside as nerd babble, so knowing that you'd picked up on the small tidbits of personal information he'd given you makes his seldom-fluttering heart do just that.
He feels a little bad that you'd stocked his fridge and ran, but he doesn't have to for long, because when he heads to the living room to drop his messenger bag there, and restock it with a different book, you're snoozing in his chair.
It's a recliner, one he'd splurged on so that late-night reading would be more comfortable. You've popped the footrest up, but your feet barely touch it, because you're curled up closer to the seat. Your head rests on one of the arms and is dangerously close to slipping off, so he kneels by the armrest, joints cracking.
His face hovers millimeters away from your own, your breath hitting his cheek and vice versa. He smooths a stray wisp of hair away from your face, leaning in to kiss the skin it had been covering.
"Hi, angel," He croons, keeping his voice as soft as humanly possible. He doesn't want to ruin this, whatever heavenly moment that the seldom-kind universe has decided to grant him.
Your lashes flutter at the feel of his lips on your skin, and you turn your face to lean into the touch you don't yet know is there. He can't help but laugh at the way you arch like a cat to be closer to him, and the breathy huffs fan out against your forehead.
His slender hand comes up to hover beneath your head, because when you worm closer to him, it slips off of the armrest. He holds your head up but you're finally starting to stir from the movement, and you lift it to blink groggily up at him.
"Spence?" You ask, like you're verifying his identity and not asking why he's home.
"That's me," He smiles, dimples puncturing his cheeks. His hair is slightly sloppy, frizzed and out of place from the day's hectic activities. At his confirmation you hum sleepily, resuming your cat-like activities by shutting your eyes again, leading with your nose as you nudge your face into his own. From the angle you're at his lips can only pucker to hit an awkward spot between your cheek and your nose, but the skin there is warm and soft from a facial mask he knows you used last night.
"Morning," You grumble, and he won't inform you that it's 7 at night.
"Hi, sweetheart." He croons, unable to stand up straight before you decide you want a hug. It means his butt hits the floor when you lunge for him, and he laughs as he tries maintaining an upright position.
"Oh- ah!" He laughs, eyes scrunching in a gleeful smile-turned-laugh when you knock into him. He cradles the back of your head, feeling you settle into his embrace like he's your new reclining chair.
"'Missed you, Spence." You mumble against the fabric of his jacket that's covering his shoulder. He curls his fingers into your hair at your admission, stroking briefly through the strands.
"I missed you too," He agrees, "I saw you bought me donuts."
"Hm? Oh, yeah, I did." You recall, eyes already drooping again, "We can have some for- for dessert later."
"That sounds like a good plan," Spencer grins, but you can't see it where you're nestled into his shoulder. He's waiting for you to get up, not because he doesn't want to hug you anymore but because he wants to stand and move, but when you stay firmly in place he realizes you're sleeping again, and that there's no way he's getting off the floor in the meantime.
He could wake you, tell you it's time for a late dinner and ask you to work on the eggs so that he can chop up the add-ins for an omelet. He could corral you back into the chair and take the bed for himself, read for a bit after getting changed. He could do any number of things to make himself just a bit more comfortable, but instead he chooses to commit his butt to the floor, surely flattening it for all eternity. He scoots back carefully until his back is up against the couch, so that his less-than-perfect core strength isn't relied upon as much.
From there he rests, disinterested in using his phone and too far away from his bookshelf to read. But he finds just as much meaningful entertainment in counting the breaths that you release against his shoulder, as well as counting the different possessions of yours he can see scattered around his apartment.
Your shoes, one. Your water bottle, two. Your sweatshirt, three. Your snack, four. Your keys, perhaps the most meaningful possession of all, the spare that he'll never regret giving you, five.
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robintheredhood · 7 months ago
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I know this isn't a new thought at all, but how many people at CatCo do we think know Kara's secret? I'm not talking about the Nia/James/Cat/Winn people, but random others.
Does Ed the janitor sigh in frustration everytime he finds Kara's clothes ripped off in the middle of the hallway, only to fold them nicely and hide them behind the nearest plant? (Kara still hasn't quite caught on that they aren't landing there naturally when she throws them to the side)
Does Taylor in security casually loop footage and cut out the moments where Kara dramatically displays the House of El symbol?
Does Lindsay from accounting just so happen to sit across from a balcony Supergirl likes to use to fly in and out of, hidden enough that Kara doesnt think twice about what shes doing?
And Eric, from HR. He noticed that Kara's excessively late clock ins and very early clock outs lined up perfectly with Supergirl helping with massive fights and emergencies. He casually reroutes all the automated emails to Kara's bosses that should be reminding them to write her up.
Even bringing it outside of CatCo. Is there young a barista at Noonan's who always slips Kara an extra couple of sticky buns. Because she saw Kara become Supergirl in the alleyway behind the building one time, and Supergirl saved her sister during an alien attack. It's not much, but it's what a girl living off of tips can do, and saving the city must be hungry work.
The young couple living across the street from Kara's loft have seen her fly in the window carrying ridiculous amounts of takeout on so many late nights.
All these people, the normal citizens of National City. Connected by a secret they didn't mean to learn and would never tell, or even confront her about. They're all just content to keep the secret, and if Kara finds doughnuts on her desk after a particularly hard fight, or her favorite sweater that was discarded pre flight dry cleaned and delivered to her door? That'll just be their little way of saying thank you
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