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Here comes the writer's rant!
Y'all, the writer's block is BLOCKING. I have a chapter ready, but I haven't posted it because I can't figure out a middle part so I can get where I wanna go. I tried to write a little bit of 'WWH' to get a feel for Rescue Bots again, but nothing's coming. And my art looked like I took a fat shit on the paper!
The only thing I managed to write were a bunch of unrelated one shots that won't be shared here, and I crocheted a big granny square using some scrap yarn.
But I want to get to the cool parts of my story! I just don't have any idea what to do? Could anybody hash out some ideas with me or something?
It's also stressing me out because I want to finish the fic, make a final version and and convert it to my own novel series. I want it to be my debut, but I'm not sure that's gonna happen.
Or maybe I'm getting too far ahead of myself. What I really need to focus on is not failing my midterms. 😬 I can't be a freshman three semesters in a row guys, but it ain't looking too good.
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domesticating your vampire: a memoir
(beautiful high res version on patre0n)
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#astarion#tavstarion#KARLACH#i nearly forgot her#when you just escaped vampire slavery but now you have to save for a down payment#i can't stress how important it is to me that astarion has a birthday#i don't know why#also sex is fine but have you ever had someone wash your hair for you. there is nothing more intimate#i'm devastated that i had to desaturate the polaroid because the lighting was so pretty
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WIP of something I'm working on lately 👀 my favourite stressed Alastor expressions eheh I love bullying the deer man
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin alastor#alastor#wip#medibang#yes I forgot his monocle again and when I realized it it was too late lol#the lack of art those last few days is because of this bad boy I'm working on#it's pretty big#what got Alastor so stressed? I wonder 👀
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did a piece in the LU server's gift exchange ! something of survival and reunions and smug little shadowguys
#LU5thGiftX#linked universe#lu#shadow lu#four lu#vio lu#green lu#wolfie lu#twilight lu#warriors lu#wild lu#legend lu#blue lu#red lu#wind lu#hyrule lu#sky lu#time lu#dragon doodles#I really hope my giftee ends up liking it! this was my first exchange and I was somewhat stressed but I'm pretty happy with the end result#ended up doing several art things I haven't done in ages AND tried several new art things. was a pretty good experience! :D#why did I decide to manually cel-shade those patterned blankets though. something's wrong with me LOL#next day bonus fun fact this was initially conceptualized as an animated short. this obviously didn't work out xD but the heart's there
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pizza.gif
#its rough and ugly but it's all i've got#it's also pretty old#i havent been able to finish any art lately i think i've got a pretty bad case of art block rip#it's that or i'm just stressed with some unexpected crappy stuff that's been happening in my life#either way i can't bring myself to clean this up#chubsette art#wg art#getting fatter#wg kink#female feedee
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Yeonjun about the strain he felt while preparing for his debut solo project ✙ "GGUM" MAKING FILM
#yeonjun#choi yeonjun#tomorrow x together#txt#ggum: making film#gifs#creations#userzaynab#useryeonbins#skyehi#rosieblr#megtag#hibiebear#heyiri#ultkpopnetwork#kpopccc#kpopco#this are like the rawest emotions we've seen from him... I feel... it's really sad to watch him like this#i mean I know they're under lots of pressure and stress#It's only natural when you work with so many people who you could potentially disappoint#and I know it was his choice to make this solo project happen now but i feel like the company could manage his schedule better#because why he films till 3 am and then right next day has a flight to another country for a concert...#and now we know from soobin they're super busy again#I'm worried his body will just say 'enough' one day and something bad will happen :(#and you have him work so hard and stress and then all this losers online whose biggest achievement is getting 100 likes on a post#writing the worst things about him for no reason... its not that hard to be kind and you dont need to have an opinion about everything :D#at the end of the day that celebrity you hate so much is still pretty and successful#and you're just a friendless jobless empty-headed rotten fool with likes on a post that mean nothing once you close the ap#I'm just glad all this is still fun for him and that he has such a great support system: his members family staff who care about him and us#all we can really do is support them and send them lots of love fr ;; you've done well my jjunie ily ♥
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You should plan on doing a meet and greet one day!
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#I think you don't fully realize how far away from everything I live#Finland as a country is pretty remote from most places#and my home town is remote by Finnish standards#I'd actually love to go to a con for at least once but I'm in the middle of nowhere and travelling is expensive time consuming and stressful#and I have both intense social anxiety and fear of crowds so I don't know how that would pan out#but it was a cute thought!#it's nice to think that there's people out there who might see me as someone worth meeting irl#answered#anonymous#relive the lost franklin expedition by coming to see me in the arctic
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I received my selfship comm of me and aki.... ive been admiring it all this weekend and slowly allowing it to heal me.............. gahhhhhahhhh
#the artist is rightgatee!!!#I wanted to commission this artist for so long so I'm really glad I finally got to...#truthfully... im still very stressed..........#the stress is just never ending these days lol#but this made my week much better#it turned out so beautiful#he's so pretty my beloved. forever#aki.... save... me
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My favorite argument against literally anything like "it's not natural" or something along those lines is simply I Don't Care
#aro#aromantic#arospec#ace#asexual#acespec#lgbtq+#lgbtq#queer#< additional tags bc while i'm talking about being aro and ace this pretty much goes for literally every queer identity under the sun#not even joking. let's say hypothetically being trans is unnatural and wrong. i actually don't care i think it's awesome#i don't consider myself the rebellious type but i also go against several societal norms just by existing so fuck it. anarchy it is then#i cannot stress this enough. i don't care if it's wRoNg. i can live with that. you can't even imagine how willing i am to live with that
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"I got sick of having the same old thing."
#tsou#the secret of us#the secret of us the series#earn sanitada#orm kornnaphat#I be like 'oh she did one grave mistake to another grave mistake'#then she looks like this and my heart breaks for her#I WILL defend her#Earn being an absolute mess and coming up with one disastrous decision again and again is stressful to watch#but I cheer for them being messy#and lets see how she can redeem herself bc I'm SEATED#anyway she's so pretty and I understand how Lada folds easily#dr Fahlada is just a human and most importantly she's a useless gay just like the rest of us
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stuff heavily referenced from clive hicks-jenkins' art cus i've been rly into it lately 🥰
cute idea scribblings for the last drawing..lol
#tes#skyrim#talvas fathryon#neloth#my art#stylized small pupils look good on neloff#and kinda off topic but he would really benefit from wearing robes that aren't tied around the waist LOL it would give him more of a -#- powerful look .. mmrp#i'll never be able 2 do wat clive can do but i think i came pretty close#using the materials dat i have#i like all of these though :) pencil makes me happy#whenever i draw traditionally i always have something smart to say abt art in my head but then i forget everything i wanted to say#i wanted to add text to the last one as well but i'm not well versed in how clive would use text in his artworks yet && tbh it looks -#- better w/o it#if i did add text .... it'd say: “first love” :)#how cute :)#and the last btw#😂#i'm really not sorry for drawing nothign but nelvas rn but i will come back to other stuff once i'm not as packed w/ work#when i'm in stress i just like to draw the things i'm used to for now#these drawings r so big my tumblr is gonna kms over them get over it bitch
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I rlly wanna play with afab!yeonjun's clit while he bends over a table☹️💔 I wanna make his legs shake and everything
coming home to him cooking a delicious dinner for you, knowing how stressful work is for you right now. all he wants to do is make it all better, give me a little reprieve from all of the frustration of your day.
he calls hi to you when he hears the door unlock and you slowly shuffle in, grumbling about something under your breath.
he understands. as much as it makes him sad to see you like this. so tired and upset.
so he smiles when you enter the kitchen. "hi baby, dinner's almost ready, i just have to finish this up and then-"
he barely has a chance to finish his sentence, much less greet you any better and ask you how your day's been before your body is pressing against his from behind, pinning him to the counter.
"wha-what are you doing, you're gonna bur-"
your hand reaches around him, shutting off the burner before maneuvering back to him, slipping beneath his apron to tug lightly at the waistband of the criminally short pair shorts he's wearing.
your breath is hot against his ear, your chin pressing against his shoulder, "m' so sorry baby, just can't help myself, just wanna play with your pretty pussy~"
he knows he shouldn't-
but he folds just like that-
moaning when your fingers play with his clit through his shorts, it feels so good fucking good but it's not enough, he wants you in him, touching him directly, feeling how wet you're getting him.
"m' sorry baby, just wanna feel you cum on my fingers, wanna make a mess out of you" you mutter again, "i'm so, so sorry."
he feels his cunt clench around nothing, aching to have you inside of him, to have you playing with him until he can't take anymore of it and then going on, still.
yeonjun makes no protests when you press him against the edge of the table, manhandling him like he weighs nothing to you.
but you're still gentle, god you're still so fucking gentle with him like he's something precious that you're afraid to break and that's what makes his head spin like he's floating.
"my shorts-" his voice sounds hoarse, his hips bucking against your hand as your fingers feel the warmth seeping through the fabric. "take them off, please take them off,"
you oblige him, leaving open-mouthed kisses over the back of his neck, sweeping his hair out of the way with your nose for better purchase as your fingers deftly un-work the drawstrings of his shorts, dropping them around his ankles.
"fuck," you groan, "you're so fucking wet,"
he can hardly control his body. his thrusting hips or shaking body, his clit throbbing as you rub it through his soaked panties.
he can't take this anymore, he can't take this anymore.
you take mercy on him, hooking your fingers around the soaked fabric and pulling to the side, brushing them through his folds before slowly, teasingly dipping a finger into him, pulling out just as quickly as he sobs, unable to help how his thighs shake on either side.
teeth nip at his earlobe, hoarse moans filling the room, failing to keep himself quiet. "i'm so sorry junnie, m' gonna make you feel so good, make you cum so hard."
"please," he doesn't even recognize his voice anymore, how quickly you've made him sound this wrecked. "please, please just do it, i can't take it anymore!"
he doesn't understand how you make him like this, needy and desperate and splayed out bent over the table with his legs spread, begging for you to just play with his pussy until he can't think straight anymore.
but it doesn't matter because you flip him over, gently resting his back against the table as you let two fingers slip into him, ripping a guttural groan from deep in his chest and start rubbing your thumb over his sensitive clit, red and throbbing from the friction of the fabric.
he looks down at you with half-lidded, bleary eyes, rimmed with tears that are barely hanging on. "don't stop, please don't stop-"
his lips are slick with spit, swollen from him biting at them. you kiss him. you kiss him over and over and over again. and you don't stop, muttering breathlessly between the clashes of your lips.
not when he cums the first time, slick dripping down your fingers, making the slide all the easier. making his body all the more sensitive.
"i'll make it up to you, promise."
not when he cums a second time, trembling, legs trying to close around your hand only for you to pin them open again.
"g'na make you feel so good,"
not when he squirts all over your fingers, a muffled scream making it past his lips, his eyes rolling back as he soaks your hand and you continue, still.
"love you, love you so, so much."
you mutter, finally pulling away to see what a mess you've made of him. of spit and slick and cum.
and his widen as you get on your knees, strong hands keeping them separated.
when you look at him with those eyes and he can't say no to you as you stick your tongue out and lick a broad stripe through his folds, ignoring the way he screams in oversensitivity and pleasure and groaning with the way he tastes.
"m' so sorry baby,"
a/n: not proofread, and probably never will😽just enjoying yeonjun with a pussy
#inbox💌#added a bit of a story to it bc i'm in my feels#i wanna pretty boy who'll let me use him when i'm stressed :(#hard thoughts#dom reader#sub txt#txt smut#txt hard thoughts#dom!reader#sub yeonjun#yeonjun x reader#yeonjun smut#sub kpop#sub idol#sub!idol#sub!kpop#sub!yeonjun#sub!txt
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Kara and Heat
Follow-up to L-Corp, Chill, and Scotch (Lena's POV) and Catco and Family (Kara's POV)
Lena's smile didn't reach her eyes, and her heart murmur sounded more pronounced. Kara gave her a hopeful smile as she handed over Lena's favorite Irish scones.
"Piping hot and direct from Ireland," Kara said, cheerfully. She was still in her supersuit since she hadn't given herself time to change before she dropped by to hand it off.
"Thank you?" The way Lena spoke made it sound like a question. "Are you not concerned what others will think, Supergirl? You, giving me, gifts as if we are..." Her heartrate abruptly sky rocketed, and she looked away, her scent profile switching to a more acidic one. "... dating?"
Kara tilted her head. "Why would that bother me? I'd be honored."
Lena's breath hitched. "I -- I see." Footsteps signaled the approach of Sam, and the door to Lena's office opened. "Ah, Sam's here to review--"
"I -- I thought Sam was in Metropolis?" Kara looked past her toward the other woman, who walked up to Lena's desk and dumped her briefcase on it with a thump. Lena winced.
"She returned." Lena gestured vaguely with her free hand. "Surely you've read Andrea's exclusive? She's taking over as CEO. I will be a research consultant."
No, Kara had no idea. "Oh. You didn't mentioned it. Andrea has me doing what cafe has the best scones at the moment."
Lena looked down at the box and fiddled with its lid. "I -- I can talk to her about that."
"No, don't bother. She'll just take it out on someone else." It'd been several weeks of Kara trying so hard to talk with Lena, to bring her breakfast and other gifts, and Lena still won't look her in the eye. Then came the complexity of Andrea as a boss. If Kara had to write another article about cafe scones, she might torch her new workstation.
"I see. How is that going?" Lena glanced back at Sam, that forced smile still on her face.
"Andrea took away my office." Kara slouched against the railing on Lena's balcony. "I know you set that up for me because of my hearing issues. Those walls were a blessing. I don't know what kind of glass you used, but it cut out half the sound of the city and I could focus. No one uses the office now."
"She-- she did?" Lena frowned. "Kara, how much does your hearing bother you? Since you can..." she waves her hand toward the city at large.
Kara hesitated. The urge to lie still pulsed, and she had to actively fight it. "The glasses I wear? They have lead in them, which dimmed my supersenses to some degree. I have gotten better at filtering out sounds, but..." She nibbled on her bottom lip. "Okay, picture yourself standing next to a gun, but you have no ear protection. Now amplify the gunshot sound by a hundred -- no a thousand."
"Jesus, Kara." Lena's eyes widened. "Is that how it is now?"
"Why do you think I like this balcony?" Kara patted the concrete railing. "I'm up high enough that the sound takes longer to move through the air to reach me. The longer time also pulls some of its energy out of the sound, thus it's quieter. I can still hear when bad things happen up here, but it's not like an explosion in my ear like it is when someone slams a door or a phone rings at full volume next to me."
"Ah." Lena tilted her head to study Kara for a long moment. Kara assumed her thoughts were still on the hearing issue, but her next words end up as whiplash for Kara. "Kara, why are you doing this?" She held up the scones.
Kara blinked. "Because you're Lena? And I wanted to do something special for you."
"Right..." Lena sighed. "Look, Sam is waiting, and I really must be going. I'll give Andrea a call and tell her to stop breaking ADA. We have on record your accommodation request, and she can't violate that for no good reason."
"Lena," Kara stared, unsure whether to be delighted or worried. The sudden topic change had her floundering. "You don't have to--"
"When I signed the sale, part of that was an addendum for her to follow the accommodation requests to the letter." Lena's voice turned frosty. "I do not like hearing she's violating it already." She pivoted and muttered under her breath, "typical of her."
Had Lena forgotten that Kara could still hear her? She watched Lena greet Sam and offer her a scone. Neither glanced at Kara, who stood on the balcony still.
She hadn't meant to listen in, but she couldn't stop herself.
"So, you really okay with Ruby and I staying with you? It might be a few weeks to sort out the housing situation," Sam asked right before she bit into the scone. "Holy shit, this is good."
"From Ireland directly. And yes, it's fine. You're family, Sam." Lena reached over to grasp her shoulder. "Stay as long as you need. And eat your fill." She pushed the box closer to Sam. "I'm not hungry."
"Lena, you're never hungry these days." Sam frowned. "Please eat one scone."
"What are you my dietician?" Lena snapped.
"Hun, that doesn't work on me. I'm a mother." Sam took out a scone, laid out a napkin, and placed it in front of Lena. "No starving yourself on my watch. Now let's talk contracts."
That was when Kara learned several important things:
Sam currently stayed at Lena's, and Lena invited her to stay as long as she liked.
Lena knew Andrea well enough to suspect she'd cause harm.
Lena wasn't eating, and it had Sam worried.
Kara had no idea what to do with this information, because the second one had to be wrong. Surely.
Lena would never choose to hurt Kara on purpose, right?
The thought disturbed her so much that she shot off the balcony fast enough to cause a wake strong enough to rattle Lena's windows.
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Lena sat at her counter, her feet perched on a rung, as she tabbed through the coding program. Her original idea she had to shelve because Sam's insistence that it was mind-control made her feel far too much like Lex.
She didn't want to be like Lex. As much as it hurt that he died by her hand, she could not forget what he wrote in his journals about her. He wrote of her as if she was a chess piece, and it had felt so dehumanizing. It's why she'd been so determined to hunt him down. She needed to face him and find out why.
Facing him had brought her right into his hands. He knew she'd find him there, and had prepared for the reveal. With his typical theatrics, he'd unveiled the truth in a way to cause maximum harm. The glee on his face as he did it? The way he laughed at her pain? Like always, he found a way to tug the rug out of the things she cared about.
She loved him, yet she'd killed him. He had been surprised at first that she'd done it, but even that hadn't stopped his plan. He'd gone through it as he struggled to breathe. His last words mocked her, and he was right. She was a fool.
Anger seared through her. Was that all she was? A chess piece for her brother and the Kryptonians? She slammed her laptop shut and stalked to the alcohol cabinet.
Except it was empty. That's right. Sam hid the alcohol. Ruby had a tendency to search the cabinets for snacks, eating what had once been saved for Kara.
But Lena suspected she hid it to also avoid moments like this. Where the urge to drink herself into oblivion saturated every fiber in Lena's being.
Dammit, it was her alcohol. She could drown herself in it as much as she liked.
After twenty minutes, she found the alcohol in the bedroom she gave Sam. Tucked into the back of the closet. She nabbed a bottle of scotch and stormed outside to sit on her balcony. She didn't bother with a glass. Opened it and drank directly from the bottle.
The scotch's heat did little to drown the pain in her heart.
At least one thing hadn't played in Lex's favor. Sam Arias threw a wrench into whatever he had planned.
She glared at the sky, at the faint dots of stars washed out in the glow of the city. Light pollution that made the sky treacherous for nocturnal life, which she could fix.
Leaning over her balcony, she scanned the city streets as she took another drink. Easy fix. Replace the hoods of all street lights so the light pointed down. It'd be more efficient and less energy waste too.
What else could she fix? All those rooftops could either be solar panels or community gardens. Be all self-sufficient or something.
She took another chug of the bottle. Making a gun with her other hand, she pretended to shoot at nearby buildings.
All that glass and concrete. Ugly as hell. Thermal equilibrium on hot days won't work with this architecture, as it was made for height and aesthetics, not thermal equilibrium, so hot days meant higher bills for air conditioning.
But how to fix that? She took another long drink. In the distance she heard the sound of waves. "Algae," she said out loud and giggled. That wouldn't work but moss should. Grow moss up the concrete and steel. A green city that would improve the thermal equilibrium, and less power on air conditioning.
What else? Her thoughts grew more erratic, ideas that were semi-connected, danced from moss to architecture to more efficient solar panels.
Ideas her and Sam sort of covered, but those had been silly mostly. This could change things for the better.
"Fixing everything but my heart," she muttered. She peered into the bottle. She still had more left.
Even if she did all these projects and some of Sam's silly ones, would it make any difference? Would it heal the pain in her heart?
Maybe if she refused to rest. Dove into her work and not allowed her mind to rest like this. The pain became unbearable in evenings, and with the transition to Sam as CEO, it meant more time for Lena's projects, but she couldn't even make up her own damn mind.
She wanted to fix the world. To end suffering still, but she hated the thought of Ruby or Sam hurt by what Sam insisted was mind-control. She couldn't lose them.
They were all she had left.
She had almost finished the bottle when she heard the sound of footsteps behind her.
"Don't even, Sam," Lena growled, not bothering to turn around. "I'll drink as much as I like. So don't try me."
"Um, I'm not Sam."
She pivoted and almost lost her balance. Kara stood a few feet away in her supergirl outfit. She pointed the bottle at her. "You live in that now? Or is Kara Danvers no longer a thing? Since you know, you're trying being honest for once."
She recognized she was drunk, but at this point, she did not care.
"I was doing laps and heard your heartbeat spike," Kara admitted.
"Laps?" Lena frowned. "Like sky laps?" She wiggled her finger in the air in what she hoped was a a circle.
"Yeah. When I'm upset I..." Kara sighed. "Lena, you're not okay, are you? I -- I heard you weren't eating, and now you're... drunk." Kara's nose wrinkled.
"Oh? Can you smell it? Supersmell too?" Lena stepped closer and stabbed Kara's chest with her bottle. "What other secrets you keep from me?"
Kara's brow wrinkled. "You know them all now. I mean it. I promise to never lie again."
Lena laughed. "Oh, that's good. Real good. You almost had me there." She took another swig but nothing was left. Annoyed, she tossed the bottle at Kara's chest. It shattered and the glass fell to the ground between them.
"Lena..." Kara looked at the debris with a frown.
"You're impenetrable," Lena said with a flick of dismissal. "It can't hurt you and your perfect body."
Why did she have to look so damn hot in that suit? The skirt had been bad enough for Lena's libido, but these pants? The one's she'd designed and gave to Brainy to finish? All those interwoven layers, some anti-kryptonite fibers she'd devised with Brainy's assistance, hugged Kara's impressive guns and rock-solid abs.
Fuck.
She was too drunk for these thoughts.
"How about you go inside and drink some water?"
Lena laughed. "You, the liar, cares about me? That's rich."
"You're drunk and standing very close to a railing on a very tall building!" Kara gently pushed her away from the edge. "And yes I care! I've always cared. Honest."
She wanted to yell at Kara. To beat her fists against Kara's perfect chest. Instead, she grabbed the front of Kara's suit and pulled her close. Far too close, her breath hot against Lena's own, and that nearly unraveled her willpower.
God, why did she have to look so damn hot all the time? The heat of Kara's gaze only worsened Lena's struggle.
Fuck.
It'd be so easy to just kiss her. To shove her against the building and give in to her raging libido. Her lips hovered closer to Kara's. Heat radiated from Kara's body, scorching her, and Lena desperately wanted Kara to take her right there.
Her stomach had other ideas, however. Nausea clawed its way up from her stomach, her only food that entire day what Sam had insisted she eat -- a scone and half a salad.
She closed her eyes.
No use, her stomach rebelled, and she puked over Kara's irritatingly perfect boots.
"Well, that's one way to deal with alcohol poisoning," Kara said.
Lena didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Warm arms scooped her up and cradled her against Kara's chest. "Let's get you inside." With far more tenderness than she deserved, Kara laid her on the sofa and tucked a blanket around her.
Lena briefly closed her eyes, the glare of the lights too bright. She peaked when footsteps sounded next to her. Kara had placed on the coffee table a glass of water, pain and nausea meds, and a large bowl. Kara stood next to the sofa, but instead of the suit, she wore sweatpants and a hoodie.
"Where's the suit?" God, she had a headache already.
"Nanotech." Kara touched her glasses. "When I put these back on, it retreats. He said you helped design it."
"Yeah, yeah." Lena waved her hand at Kara. "Supergirl's an ass, but I don't want her dead."
"Oh. Thank you."
She took a pain med and drank some water, but that unsettled her stomach, so she laid down and covered her eyes. "What're you doing here anyway?"
"Your heartbeat." Kara sounded timid, scared almost. "I -- I listen to it to make sure you're okay. Since, you know, the universe keeps trying to hurt you. And, well, you have a murmur. It's gotten worse."
Lena blinked at Kara, confused.
She had a what?
"Your heart. I -- I can hear it, and you have a murmur." Kara sounded embarrassed almost. "But you're drunk, so I'll wait until your sober."
Lena couldn't think of a response, so she closed her eyes and ignored Kara instead.
***
Kara hadn't lied to Lena. The heart murmur had been part of what she hoped to talk about, but she'd also wanted to ask her about whether she was failing to eat again. She didn't want Lena to get anemia again, that had worsened the heart murmur, and she still felt guilt over whether bringing that up might have saved Lena a few trips to the emergency room, during her first year in National City.
One of the many reasons Kara decided to just eat lunch with Lena as much as possible.
Bu that hadn't been her only reason either.
She wanted to ask if her and Sam were just friends or something more.
And yet, maybe she'd gotten her answer to that one. Lena had almost kissed her.
Was that just the alcohol? Or had Lena always wanted to kiss her?
To have Lena lean that close? Kara felt like she'd gone up in flames, and the urge to kiss Lena had hit her so hard that she'd been breathless.
Sure, the thought had hit her randomly during their long friendship, but it had been a random, idle thought she dismissed easily.
Now she found she couldn't. Lena's breath had been hot against her lips, and they tingled still as if they had kissed.
Kara landed on the fire escape stairs at her apartment and glanced toward downtown, a mile away. Leaving Lena hadn't been what she wanted, but she'd heard Sam and Ruby in the hallway, and it hadn't seemed a good idea to face Sam.
She'd been too rattled by the almost kiss.
She opened her window and slid through, deactivating her suit as she did so.
Instead, Lena had been drunk, antagonistic, and confusing.
Hadn't she said at the Pulitzer's that she would always be Kara's friend? Her hot and cold nature confused.
Something else was wrong.
Did Lena blame her for Lex's death?
Oh Rao.
Kara dropped face first onto her sofa. Why hadn't she thought of that sooner?
She knew Supergirl failed to save her brother. Knew Lex was dead. She still loved her brother, despite how mean he was to her.
Kara groaned. If Lena blamed her, then how could she fix that?
Apologize. Would that be enough?
Would anything ever be enough to make up for the fact Kara's at fault for her brother's death?
When Kara chose to become Supergirl, she had promised herself that she would not kill her enemies. No matter how easy it might seem, because she would not be like her mother.
She'd been angry still at being sent away, but when she learned the truth, she'd been angry at the legacy of her family and how that followed her to earth. Threatened life here, all because her mother and those like her had tossed people in the phantom zone instead of dealing with them in a more humane way.
She didn't want to be judge, jury, and executioner -- as Alex put it. She was here to help. Not be a god.
Except, she'd acted like one, hadn't she? Thinking she new what was best, trying to do it all herself, trying to control all the details. She’d controlled her and Lena’s relationship, held all the cards, all the information, and that hadn’t been fair, had it?
The worldkillers and Lex had taught her that she couldn't do it all herself. She needed a team to support her. Letting them help had been so hard, but hadn't that been a lesson Lena herself tried to teach her?
Lena had tried so hard to reach out to Kara after Mon-el's loss, and Kara had spurned her at first. Yet Lena persisted, and it had given Kara hope. Even if Kara kept fucking things up with Lena, she hadn't turned her back on Kara Danvers nor Supergirl, even if the trust had been fractured.
Had she lost Lena? Was she holding onto nothing but the ashes of a shattered friendship?
No, she couldn't believe that. There had to still be hope.
She couldn't stop herself. Her ears seemed perpetually tuned to Lena's heartbeat these days, and that awful murmur had gotten worse. It was louder and more frequent, and she didn't know enough human biology to assess what that meant.
Yet she listened to the heart murmur, to the slower heartrate of someone likely falling asleep.
When had Lena become the center of her life? It had crept up on her, and yet, that gift of her presence had been squandered by Kara herself. She'd been unable to fully let go of control, out of that wild fear of loss.
If she lost Lena because of Lex's death, what would she do? How could she move on?
No, no, she couldn't lose Lena, and yet, wasn't this entire situation her fault? She'd kept Lena in the dark. Messed up as Supergirl and hurt her. And now Lex was dead because of her.
How could Lena ever forgive her?
Tears stung her eyes. She hated herself. Hated how she couldn't do anything to fix this. Everything she tried seemed to increase the distance between her and Lena, and it hurt so much.
#Welp I made this sort of dark but I'm leading up to something with this AU#Supercorp#supercorp fic#kara danvers#lena luthor#supergirl#writing#Sam Arias#supergirl cw#cw supergirl#Lena is terrible at remembering to eat in the show and there's even a discussion about it between her and Kara#So I figured in times of great stress Lena would struggle with eating yet again as that's pretty common#kara zor el#kara x lena#Heart murmurs can develop for numerous reasons and sometimes they're harmless but sometimes not
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As promised, there it is ! 17k words lighthearted NikPrice fic <3 These two have been circling around each other for twenty years and are finally doing something about it.
Summary: Things have been different between John Price and Nikolai as of late. The two men have always been close, but something changed. Now, Price is forced to go on medical leave after a disaster of a mission. Nikolai offers a fishing trip, something he knows his favorite captain enjoys, a nice way to relax, and maybe let their relationship evolve.
#Nikprice#cod nikolai#nikolai cod#john price#captain price#captain john price#nikolai x price#cod#okay WOOOO it's posted#oh I'm stressed out about this one#Sometimes I think my 15 yo self would lose their mind if they saw me write entire stories in another language#anyway I like older men acting like teenage boys around each other#it's pretty lighthearted but there is some talk of homophobia / internalized homophobia so just watch out for this#also alas the sleeping bag action didn't stay in the sleeping bag as long as I thought it would ..........#my writing#oh also I should mention that this isn't my main headcanon for them#and I do picture Price to be older than his canon age#for fun
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was this before or after spilling an entire unsipped diet coke
#hi#me#my face#selfie#girls with tattoos#girls who lift#cute girl#penguin socks#wombats#all the usuals#pretty people#brown eye superiority#thank you to my mama for cookin up such a cutie#trying to recover from being personally victimized by a Diet Coke#I don't know if it's possible#anyway#be my friend#message me#about potatoes or something normal#hot girl shit#can hockey come back already#I'm tired of not being stressed about my baby girls on knife skates#also should I go get a propel or something to soothe my hurt little beverage soul#opinions wanted#thanks#i love yall#love me#later taters
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First and last episode of Silvia uses her degree on tumblr:
✨ Steve's house is ugly as fuck ✨
You might see this picture and think "what are you on about? it's not so bad!!" and I would agree with you, since the pool, the lights and the huge windows on the ground floor are doing the most at making this house look very nice and expensive.
But then, I saw this
this is the front of the house... THE FRONT OF THE HOUSE! THIS FLAT MF WITH THE MOST BASIC ASS WINDOWS IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE FIRST THING EVERYONE SEES???
And like, I know this is season 1, they were on a budget and this house isn't as important as the Wheelers or the Byers but I have an hyperfixation on Steve Harrington so I simply cannot let this one slide.
There are a lot of things that bother me about this house: the flatness of this entrance (seriously, never heard of a porch???), those boring windows, the fact that the house is basic but then you have that expensive-looking front door and those huge windows in front of the pool?? it seems as if they merged two houses together???
Now, I know we all joke about Steve having a lot of spare bedrooms but like, this house is huge???
LOOK AT THIS? is this really a suitable home for three people? You could fit all Hawkins after the earthquake in here, jc. They actually do have 400 spare bedrooms.
But then I realized, half of this is actually empty.
This is the best part of the house, let's be fucking honest. Finally some rich features in here. But also, this means that half the house doesn't have a second floor but just a huge living space on the ground floor with a double high which is very rich of you Harringtons, wasting half of the second floor just for the sake of aesthetic.
(Also, that exposed wood roof is gorgeous but the color... meh.)
At this point you might think that this house isn't actually that bad.. let me remind you that this house contains this room:
I rest my case.
#I'm so sorry that your parents' taste is shit Stevie#you deserved a better house to be abbandoned in#I'm 1000% making this house in the sims 4 btw#when I will be free from studying#I just need to salvage this and make it pretty somehow#decent at best#also Harringtons please hire me as a interior designer#all the fucking love#but you need one#stranger things houses#steve harrington#steve harrington house#stranger things#stressed queues
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