#and Mon will be so patient with Sam

[goldendot3x]

Some silly little headcanon I have on Gap the Series.

Down the road, after they have sorted the mess (and themselves) out, I like to think that Mon, with the help of their friends, will be trying to guide Sam to be more…human. And when I say friends, it includes Mon’s friends and parents.

And I mean it not in the dramatic way. It’s more in the silly way, something similar to how The Gang tries to help them in getting them together and having their first time. It’s like:

Sam: *does something outrageously silly again but in line with how warped her perspectives are*

Mon: Khun Sam darling, the love of my life. That’s not how most person do [insert some inane things that somehow Sam doesn’t seem to grasp]

Sam: but I’m not most person. You know that

Mon: *deep breath* of course you’re not. You’re the most amazing person in this world. But [proceed to explain]

Or alternatively:

Sam: *does/say something mean without meaning to*

Mon: Khun Sam, you’re being mean. I might have to punish you

Sam: *getting turned on and it shows* uhhh, I’m sorry?

The Gang: you’re such a mess and such a useless lesbian Sam. But Mon is right, you’re being mean.

[kattahj]

The next half-dozen queer Thai shows I have watched! This time around, it's not just boys' love, but also girls' love and polyamory. Also, there's a lot more action-adventure this time around, with three plot-heavy, rather violent shows! Those are the ones I like best of the bunch, btw. :) And don't worry, they still have happy(-ish) endings!

Manner of Death

What's it about? City doctor moves back to a small town and immediately gets involved in a murder mystery. Also, the prime suspect is really hot.

Genre: Crime drama

Watch if you enjoy: Plot-heavy stories with twists upon twists upon twists. Seemingly nice towns being dens of corruption and vice. (Shit gets pretty dark!) Speedrun romance – no need to wait until the end for a kiss here!

Gayer version of: Somewhere inbetween Blue Velvet and L.A. Confidential

Recommended? Yes! Just make sure you can stomach onscreen murder and offscreen rape. Truth be told, I was a little iffy on it at first, but then it ate my brain, and now it's among my favourites.

Watched on: Dailymotion

Trailer: https://youtu.be/a4b-d_XyLV0

I Told Sunset About You

What's it about? Teh and Oh-Aew are childhood friends, but their love for acting causes some friction when they're competing first for the same part, and later for the same university position.

Genre: Coming of age

Watch if you enjoy: Low-stakes drama. Heavy focus on the central pairing and its romantic complications. Genuine, emotional acting (lots and lots of crying). Characters making foolish, selfish decisions that nevertheless make perfect sense for them to make. Very nuanced secondary love interests.

Gayer version of: My So-Called Life

Recommended? Yes, but I actually ended up NOT wanting these two to be together.

Watched on: Dailymotion

Trailer: https://youtu.be/KIylNdQuR-w

GAP the series

What's it about? Mon idolizes Lady Sam and is thrilled to start working at her company. Her dreams are soon crushed, though, when it turns out that Sam is a cold and demanding boss. The truth is that Sam is under pressure from her grandmother to uphold the royal image.

Genre: Melodrama

Watch if you enjoy: The grumpy one loving the sunshine one. Supportive girl gangs, including a butch lesbian hottie. Tentative attempts at a first relationship. Gossip mills in action.

More lesbian version of: Starts out as The Devil Wears Prada, quickly moves into Young Royals territory.

Recommended? Kind of? It's nice to see some lesbians for once, and the leads have good chemistry. I also really like Sam's catty girl gang. The story is a bit weak at times, and I wasn't always convinced that these two were right for each other. The humour isn't my style either. So it's a bit of a mixed bag, but definitely worth the effort if you want some girl loving!

Watched on: YouTube

Trailer: https://youtu.be/f7Kso0QOaiE

Together With Me

What's it about? Best friends Korn and Knock have a drunken one night stand. Afterwards, they try to forget all about it. After all, Knock already has a girlfriend. Meanwhile, their friends have relationship troubles of their own.

Genre: comedy (mostly)

Watch if you enjoy: More MaxTul after Manner of Death (but in a vastly different genre). Lots of double entendres and also single entendres. Bitchy girlfriends and sassy girl friends. (Yiwha and Faii ftw!) An ensemble cast where everyone makes terrible decisions and no one has even heard of boundaries.

Gayer version of: Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Recommended? I would say it is highly entertaining trash. :) It takes a while to kick into gear (but no time at all before sex), but then becomes kind of addictive. Just be aware that every single person in this is some flavour of Problematic (tm).

Watched on: YouTube

Trailer: https://youtu.be/lxX9UkhTCO0

Triage

What's it about? Young doctor Tin finds himself in a time loop. In order to make it stop, he has to save the life of a specific patient. His only help is an annoyingly cryptic angel.

Genre: supernatural mystery/medical drama

Watch if you enjoy: The same writer as Manner of Death. Plot-focused show. Lots of tense medical situations, and even tenser interpersonal situations. Social issues. Assholes learning to be less assholish (except the ones who are just irredeemable). Romance that is simultaneously slowburn and speedrun, and also folds in on itself.

Gayer version of: Russian Doll

Recommended? Yes! More for the plot than the romance, though. Also, if you're anything like me, you'll need tissues for episode 10. (Knowing things will turn out okay doesn't prevent the sad stuff from being sad!)

Watched on: Dailymotion (search for Triag3)

Trailer: https://youtu.be/QeXnXV3FStg

3 Will Be Free

What's it about? Male sex worker Neo has been sleeping with the wrong woman – namely, a mob boss's wife. Now he's running for his life, along with club hostess/pickpocket Miw, who has killed a hitman by sheer instinct, and the mob boss's son Shin, who... well, he just happens to like Neo better than his dad, is all.

Genre: Action/thriller

Watch if you enjoy: Canon OT3. Nuanced trans representation on the side. Chased by the mob. Very high death count. (Don't get attached to any guest characters!) Moral greyness all around, and some sympathy even for the bad guys.

More polyam version of: ...I can't currently think of a chased-by-the-mob film that isn't a comedy, and this is very much not a comedy.

Recommended? Yes! With a warning that all the cliffhangers makes it hard to stop watching, so you may just as well pause in the middle of episodes. (Sidenote: the YouTube comments are more annoying than usual.)

Watched on: YouTube

Trailer: https://youtu.be/ct9fPlMJSDw

[effymaybe]

Prompt: It is a known fact that Mon and Sam will have a daughter at some point in the second novel, so how are they with her?

It takes some years for them to even have the baby talk. Mon’s still much young and Sam is too focused on the exponential expansion of their company. They work together and they grow up, they spend hours talking, going on adventures, exploring new pieces of each other. Their relationship matures and blooms beautifully, the nice moments always outweighing the obstacles, and they find themselves well and steady into their lives before something shifts. Sam’s stare grows fonder around her little niece. She starts to drift off more often, to look around the shape of their house with a wondering expression, soft and patient. Mon notices immediately, obviously, but gives her wife space to think, to chew on her words instead of forcing her to speak out too soon. Meanwhile, something stirs within her soul as well. She feels it brewing at the pit of her stomach, a tickly sensation, something bubbly and nice, and she looks at Sam and loves her so, so much that she thinks she can fit all that love somewhere else. And she keeps looking at her wife making breakfast, humming her favorite songs and Mon’s thinks that she’s so wonderful, so joyful and good for her heart that she would love to have a mini version of her- oh. So they eventually have the talk. Sam trembles as she speaks, all tender edges, vulnerable, and teary-eyed and Mon almost crushes her in an embrace because yes, yes, yes, I want us to be moms, love, and she is suddenly the happiest woman on earth again. That night, they talk a lot. Then, they take each other for hours, ecstatic, feeling the buzz of a new beginning lighting up their very spirits.

They go through it gently, with care. They speak to doctors and follow instructions accordingly. It takes months, and months of trying, and they knew it would be hard, so they found a way to fight for it together. One day, Sam stays longer in the office, having to show her face in a couple of boring meetings to manage some finance matters. She’s desperate to dive into her wife’s embrace and just smell the scent of her hair until falling asleep. So she makes it home quickly, and is almost surprised to find Mon in the sofa, fidgeting slightly, looking at her with a brightest of her smiles. She’s still confused when Mon urges her to take a sit and hands her a box. Sam opens it, mostly expecting a cute detail or a soothing gift to lift her spirit. The tiny socks she finds in there become the most important gift she’s received in her life. She hugs Mon and they cry, cry, cry out of pure happiness. She kisses her everywhere she can reach, and kneels before her to caress her belly reverently. Her child is in there. Their child. The thought only makes her sob all over again.

Of course Sam is naturally overprotective, so it was called for that she was going to watch Mon around with even more attention. She holds her close wherever they go, fulfills all her needs with immediacy, checks on her infinite times a day just to know that she’s fine, that it’s all good. Mon is responsible in her activities, and her back may hurt a bit, but she’s as bright and perceptive as always. They both whisper to their baby, buy an enormous number of pretty clothes, laugh, and cry, and receive a ton of love from the people around them. And they wait, until there is no more waiting to do, and Mon is holding her baby girl just with a wrecked Sam besides her and this is it, this is all I’ll ever need, she thinks. Sam runs shaking fingers through her daughter’s soft skin and her heart expands, and expands, and her baby makes a little face, and she cries all over again. It’s bliss. She kisses Mon’s head and mumbles thank you, thank you, I love you both so much, and she just giggles in delight.

Their daughter grows up filled by overflowing love. Mon feeds her, hums songs for her, changes her little clothes with fondness. Sam soothes her when she cries, tucks her into her cradle, finds a way of being present just besides Mon in every single of her milestones. Sam finds Mon’s stunning features in her delicate face. Mon thinks that the vestiges of attitude her baby is starting to show belong purely to her wife. Their friends adore their daughter, fulfill every single of her tiny wishes. Mon worries that she will quickly learn that she has everyone at the palm of her hand and Sam has to choke a laugh because of course her pretty angel is going to be spoiled. Instead, she hugs Mon close and sends a prayer or two, thousands of silent words of gratitude for what she has. Her daughter looks up at her from where she’s sitting on her mom’s lap and grins, big, sunny, and nice, in such a Mon way that she can barely handle it. She lets her tiny fist wrap around her thumb. Another small hand is grasping Mon’s index.

It’s perfect. They make it work and it’s perfect.

[harringtonstilinski]

requests; open (s.h. & e.m.) / new guidelines

so, i literally just got done with writing always the babysitter. it's bittersweet that my second series is done being written.

my requests are now open until about the beginning of november, where i'll start the proofreading, doing edits and posting of always the babysitter.

the characters that i write for are ;

steve harrington (henderson!reader)

eddie munson (newest addition) [henderson!reader]

stiles stilinski

dave hodgman

stuart twombly

thomas (tmr)

mitch rapp

richie boyle

joel dawson

sam taylor

stuff i won't write ;

unaliving one-self

kidnapping / trafficking

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a certain character (oc's [emma, and olivia{more background; pre atb}], sibling!reader, smut, fluff, angst, etc)

aged up characters (ex: college!steve & reader, dad!stiles)

au's (soulmate, modern, best friends to lovers, fake dating, break up;back together, secretly dating, enemies to lovers [will try my best for any other au's y'all request])

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rules;

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please have fun!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN AS I AM POSTING ALWAYS THE BABYSITTER. if you still send one in, i will still write and post it for you within 2-3 days after a new chapter has been posted!!

edited to add: anything with an asterisk is just the working title, and is subject to change at any point during the writing process before or even after posting.

[bigbadbatch]

In My Mind - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Delicate

Warnings: Semi-Public, Fingering, heavy jealousy.

Word Count: 2.5k

Listening Recs - Delicate and Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus by T. Swift.

Naboo is beautiful in a way I can’t even describe. The sound of singing birds permeates the air, the breeze smells of flowers and salt water, and the palace we're staying at? I have never ever had this kind of luxury before. This moment feels like it's a thousand years from the Onderan revolution, but in reality, only three days have passed.

Rex, Fives, Anakin and I flit around a grand ballroom. This is day two of Chandrila Peace Ball training, and I must admit, I prefer this style of training to the style Jedi use in the temple and on the battlefield. No knives, no blasters, no sabers. Just music and conversational etiquette and dancing lessons. 

Tomorrow we leave for an excursion on Chandrila. Mon Mothma, a senator of the planet, is hosting a Peace Ball in her palace in Hanna City. Both Seperatists and Republic members will be in attendance, as a way to foster peaceful conversation and negotiations over expensive food, wine, and strict etiquettes. Chandrila has etiquette rules for everything; how you eat and speak, how you leave a conversation, how you breathe- practically. Any manner of small, typical moments in my day to day life could offend the wrong person if done at the Peace Ball. That’s why we are here in Naboo.

Padme Amidala, a Senator and not-so-secret lover of Anakin, is training us for this reconnaissance mission. Anakin and I, paired with a Nabooian high-family member, will attend as esteemed guests. Though Anakin is known across the galaxy as a Jedi, my low-profile missions allow me the luxury of staying unknown by most as one, meaning I can spy and get close to the other guests much more easily than he can at this Ball. Rex and Fives will attend as our security detail, but much to their dismay, must attend these dance lessons as well. It is a cardinal sin on Chandrila to deny someone a dance if asked, and Chandrillans do not differentiate between high level guests and lower level attendees- all are welcome on the floor.

So we see Rex and Fives, each in button-up shirts and slacks, dancing with a high birth Nabooian woman, trying hard not to step on their toes. It seems so strange to see them out of blacks or armor. Normally I would laugh at this, or make mental notes on what to tease Rex about later. Instead, I seethe, all because of her. 

The second we stepped off the ship yesterday she runs to greet him. “Rex!” She squeals and her arms are around his neck and she hugs him- too tightly. He pulls away, a startled look on his face. “I- uh- didn’t expect to see you, Nadine.” She giggles and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear coyly. My stomach is churning. He clearly knows this woman, and I don’t need the Force to tell me that he knows her a little too well for my liking. After dinner last night, he pulled me aside.

“Let me explain.” He said. I patiently hear him out.

Rex had an extended mission on Naboo during the Trade Federation crisis. Nadine and he had a fling: small, meaningless, nothing. It was years ago.

I smile at him and say “We all have a past.”

And I mean it. He knows my history with Fives, and has never let our one-time tryst bother him, even with Fives’ and I’s strong friendship and his being here. I want to give him that same courtesy back, but my heart twists and turns in my chest every time I hear her giggle and coo over him, no matter how much he tries to keep his distance.

As he continues dancing with her, learning the steps to yet another traditional Chandrilan ballroom dance, Fives walks over, taking a break from the dreaded dancing. He looks ragged, rather than rugged. “Fives, are you feeling okay?” I ask. With a slight shake of his head, he leans against the wall I’m standing near, and snatches my water out of my hand, guzzling it down.

I had talked to him after that night at 79’s, where the trooper accused me of sleeping around. Fives assured me he had never, would never, talk about it. I believe him.

With a heavy sigh he hands me back the empty cup he stole from me. “I haven’t been sleeping well. I keep having this nightmare.” He says quietly. I nod. “I know how that is.” I respond. Then I have a thought.

“Us Jedi have a little trinket we give to younglings who have trouble sleeping. We imbue it with the Force to calm them at night. I'd be happy to lend you mine, I bring it with me everywhere I go.” I don’t have the heart to tell him it hasn't worked for me or my nightmares since Rankill. He smiles softly at me.

“That’s sweet of you. I'll take anything at this point.”

I smile back at him. “I'll bring it to you at dinner.” I say and squeeze his shoulder. W

e look onto the ballroom floor where Anakin and Rex continue with their dance lessons. Nadine and Rex are practicing a particularly close and slow dance, and I hiss through my teeth.

“Easy, Keria.” Fives says under his breath. I sigh.

Fives knows all about Rex and I's... whatever this is. He is dual confidant to both of us, and our lookout at times.

“She’s fucking annoying.” I say quietly and he laughs. It feels good to hear him laugh. I realize I don’t recall him laughing since before the 79’s incident.

“Don’t worry about her. I have it on good authority that Rex finds her annoying as well.” He said hushed under the music.

A sly smile crosses my face at this. We are interrupted by my dance partner, done with his short lesson break and back to hold me captive once again.

I would be attending the ball as the guest of Sir Tils Manx, who’s family was the richest on Naboo.

“You’re ready to go again, I presume?” He asks as he puts his hand to my lower back as he leads me to the dance floor. One hand on my hip, the other in my outreached hand, we begin our measured twirling about the room. His hand is too low on my back, and he knows it. He is someone who is used to getting anything he wants, but not this time. I smile and nod, not engaging any further.

Last night as we all had cocktails after dinner, he saddled up next to me and struck up a conversation. At first, he was polite, asking generic questions about being a Jedi. Rex stood near my side, and I knew he was gasoline whilst ignoring Nadine.

“So.” Manx says.

“I know attachment is forbidden for a Jedi. But, and this may be too forward of me to ask, but I believe sex isn’t off the table?”

Rex nearly chokes on his drink and he sets it down on the table a little too hard.

“You’re right.” I say. “That was too forward.” And retire to my room. 

Here I am now dancing with him, and he hasn’t picked up on any of my hints. His hands are clammy, and though he may be attractive, I find him repulsive. I look over to where Rex and Nadine dance. She’s beautiful. Long blond hair, full lips. She’s bubbly, effervescent. No wonder Rex had been taken by her so long ago. I grit my teeth as she stares at his face a little too long.

Normally I wouldn’t care like this, and I might even have preferred it, once upon a time. I had gone home with couples before, and I enjoyed sharing the men I slept with, with other women. I enjoyed seeing them enjoy themselves. But this? The constant images that pop in my head of Rex and Nadine, touching, kissing, fucking? It makes me feel sick. The midnight storm of the Force within me is full of hail and freezing rain when I think of it.

“You seem distracted.” Manx says, and I look at him.

“Oh sorry, I can be a bit easily distracted sometimes.” I reply and he smiles.

He leans close as we perform a quick spin and whispers “I have something I’d love to distract you with, maybe later?” His breath is hot on my neck as he finishes his sentence and pulls away, and I do my best not to snap at him, already fuming from my impulsive thoughts of Rex and that woman.

“I’ll pass.” I say, and the music ends. We bow and before he can talk to me anymore, I storm off to the room I’ve been lent in this castle. I’m halfway there when footsteps catch up to me, and I turn thinking Manx is still at it.

“I’m not interested.” I snap, but look up into familiar eyes. “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was you.” Rex’s face seems shocked at my outburst.

“I came to check on you, you left in a hurry. Everything okay?”

I sigh. “Yeah. I just am tired of dealing with Mr. Handsy.”

Rex’s jaw clenches at this. “I’ll talk to him.” He says sternly and goes to walk away but I grab his wrist.

“No. I only have to put up with him for a little longer, and I don’t want to make things worse. I’m just on edge.”

Rex relaxes his arm and his hand falls into mine. With a glance over his shoulder to check that the coast is clear of Jedi Masters and prying eyes, he steps close to me in the hallway. “I’ve missed you, mesh’la. We haven’t had any time alone.” He whispers and kisses me lightly. I kiss him back, suddenly reminded that it’s been days since I’ve felt his lips on mine. “I’d say you can sneak into my room tonight, but Anakin and Padme are right across the hall.” I whisper back. He groans in exasperation. Then there’s footsteps coming around the corner and we break apart, just a General and a Captain having a conversation.

“Oh there you are Rexy!” A high-pitched voice calls, and I know in that moment I’ll never call him Rexy again. Nadine nearly skips up to him and hooks her arm around his. “Oh hello, Keira” she says feigning innocence. I nod a hello back.

“I’m going to steal him away for some etiquette lessons.” She says and pulls on his arm. “It’ll likely run into dinner time so we will just have to have our dinner together Rexy.”

I ball my fist at my side. Dinner, alone with her?

“Have fun.” I call out as he is dragged away, looking at me with some emotion I can’t name on his face. 

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Later that night, after dinner, I wander through the gardens. The hedges of lilac and lavender paint the fountains in the purple moonlight. I haven’t seen Rex again tonight since Nadine pulled him away before dinner. I’m almost glad for it. Manx had sat beside me at dinner, and under the table put his hand on my knee, daring to slide it up my thigh. I quickly brushed it away, but if Rex had seen, I wonder about what would have happened. Part of me wants to see him jealous like me, wonders if he feels as unhinged inside as I do when our dance partners are too close to us.

Rounding a corner I hear a giggle. I know that giggle. I step into the opening of a courtyard where benches surround a fountain. I scan the space, ready to come up with some excuse to have Rex leave with me. She’s had him long enough today. I freeze when I spot them. He sits, arms crossed on a bench beside her. His expression is unreadable, but he doesn’t look at her. She, however, is doing everything she can to be looked at.

“Didn’t you miss me at all, Rexy?” She coos and I can’t help it, I start to cross the courtyard. I’m halfway there when I’m stopped in my tracks.

She takes her hand and traces his ear with a finger. She grabs his chin and turns him to face her. Her other hand is on his chest and slides down until it rests on his belt. She’s leaning in, lips a breath away while I’m holding my own breath. She goes in for the kiss. 

I’m shaking.

He turns his head, Nadine missing his lips and kissing his cheek instead.

It’s still too much. In my haste to get away, I turn and trip, the scattering of stones giving me away. “Keira?” Rex calls, his voice strained. I don’t respond, I just walk away as quickly as I can. I don’t know where to go, I’m lost in the maze of the palace and end up in the ballroom. Broad pillars, three people wide, surround the inner circle of the room and the marble floors echo my steps. The only light coming in is from the large skylight taking up the whole ceiling. The outer circle of the room is bathed in darkness, and behind the pillars looks like a perfect place to cry. I am making my way there when There are hurried footsteps behind me and Rex calls out “Keira, wait!”

I freeze by a pillar, my hand on it supporting my weight. I feel dizzy and hurt and sick and angry and jealous all at once. Rex grabs my hand spinning me.

“Please Keira, listen to me.” He says and I just look up at him silently.

The force within me is icy.

“I’ve been trying to thwart her all day, this whole trip really.” He says his voice bouncing off the walls, amplified by the resounding acoustics in the ballroom.

“It’s fine.” I say flatly. The ice in my veins has taken over my voice. “You didn’t have to stop on my account.” I spit, and even I am shocked by it but I don’t stop. “If you want to be with her that’s fine. I’m not going to hold you back from what you want.”

He looks at me incredulously.” You know what I want. I want you.” He says.

I shrug. “I don’t know if maybe you want others too. We never defined this, I shouldn’t just assume you want exclusivity. Do what you want Rex.” And I turn to leave, heart pounding in that icy anger still. Rough hands grab me and pull me behind the pillar, pinning me against it in the darkness of the outer circle.

“Maker, you don’t get it do you?” He growls. He kisses me roughly then pulls away. “I only want you. I want you every second of every day. I want to be with you in the open, I want everyone to know that you’re mine, that I want you to be mine.”

He kisses me again and this time his hand is gathering my dancing skirt hiking it up high on my thighs. “Rex.” I whisper.

“Shut up and listen to me, just for a second.” He snaps.

I’ve never seen this side of him. He puts his middle two fingers in his mouth, wetting them, then he’s pulling my panties to the side and, oh Maker, he’s touching me.

“Do you know how it’s feels seeing Manx all over you since we got here?” He snarls.

His fingers make tight, fast circles on my clit and I’m gasping. He’s really touching me like this, in an open ballroom where anyone can walk in, hidden only by the night and a marble pillar.

“Do you know how angry, how jealous I’ve been, knowing he wants you? That he wants to be-”

his fingers move and he plunges them into me

“-inside you?”

My walls are fluttering and I am suddenly so wet for him.

“Rex.” I whine. He’s pumping his fingers in and out of me with haste, and the palm of his hand hits my clit with every thrust.

“You’re my girl. Got it? Not his, not anyone else’s, mine.”

I’m coming undone, completely in his hands. He kisses me again, his other hand coming to my throat.

“I want you, Keira. I want to be with you, and near you, and inside you. Only you. I'm yours.”

I can’t help it, I’m coiling tightly inside, flying higher and higher, I start to moan and the moan echoes along the marble walls and floor until Rex clasps a hand over my mouth. I look at him with wide eyes.

“Stay quiet, cyarika.” He says. “You want everyone to know that you’re about to come on my fingers? In the ballroom? Anyone could walk by and hear it. Shit, anyone could come in at any time and just see me making a mess of you like this.”

I’m losing it. This is so erotic and I’m on the brink.

“Come for me mesh’la” he growls in my ear, as he bites down on my neck and I obey. My body is racked with convulsions and I come, hands gripping the pillar keeping me upright. I scream and it’s muffled by his hand still on my mouth. My eyes flutter closed Rex removes his hands from both my core and my mouth. 

I open my heavy eyes to see him staring at me. He raises his hand to his lips and take those two fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Next time.” He says “I’m going to really taste you.”

Instantly I’m filled with need.

“Fuck me, Rex.” I blurt and my hands reach for his belt, my lips for his lips. “I want you, now.” I breathe.

I almost have his pants undone when he grabs my wrists and pins them on the pillar above my head.

“Not here.” He says strained.

“My room, we can sneak in.” I say, pleading.

He grits his teeth and stares at me

“I need you to fuck me Rex, Please.” And I’m squirming in his grip.

His hold tightens “Maker. Don’t beg me mesh’la. I can’t help myself if you beg.”

I look at him with doe eyes, lips trembling. “I need you.” I whisper.

He looks back at me, with a new determination. “No.” He says, and my breath catches.

“We’ve both been so patient mesh’la.” He breathes. “And when I fuck you…” he says leaning closer. “And I mean really fuck you…” his teeth are on my ear then on my neck. “It’s going to mean something. Because you mean something to me mesh’la.”

I’m frozen as he gently brings his lips to mine and kisses me more tenderly than he ever has. “So keep being patient.” He says and releases my hands. My legs nearly buckle, and he holds me upright.

“I would walk you to your room.” He says “but I worry everything I just said will come undone and I won’t be able to help myself from going in there with you tonight.”

I nod understanding, at a loss for words. I kiss him gingerly. “Goodnight.” I whisper. With a kiss on my forehead- he’s gone.

[purpleplaid17]

Jess Watches // Mon 22 Apr // Day 208 & Tues 23 Apr // Day 209 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (rw) 3x21 & 3x22 Graduation Day (s3 Finale)

On Ascension Day, Buffy and her friends prepare for the ultimate battle as they face off against the mayor and a horde of vampires.

Willow, an Oz laid. Anya, a girl afraid. Faith, her gut blade. Cordy, a vamp slayed. Buffy, a mayor flambé-d.

Renegade Nell (with mum) 1x05 Excuse Me, I'm a Doctor

Nell goes to Newgate Prison to try and rescue Devereux and Roxy and George meet their Uncle Jack.

I'm trying so hard to love this series but the tone is just all over the place. Very inconsistent. I have no doubt it was Disney meddling. Sofia should use her new sexy evil latin spells on them next.

The Patient (with mum) 1x10 The Cantor's Husband (Finale)

For Sam, an unexpected decision shows progress towards his goals, but Dr. Strauss demands even more.

An interesting character study. To say it's mostly two actors in one room, it was never boring. The underlying threat throughout and the feeling of impending doom (but for who?). A satisfy watch.

Killing Eve (Remix) [x] 3x09 She's Gone and Unbelievably I Survived

4x07 - Villanelle accompanies Gunn on a hunting trip. The two exchange stories and kiss. The next day V rejects Gunn and attempts to leave the island. Meanwhile, after karaoke Yusuf leaves Eve. She visits Martin for guidance. Eve then travels to the island and is ambushed by Gunn. Eve blinds her during their struggle, and she and V escape the island.

The elation of the fandom to see V/Jodie passionately kissing a woman vs the devastation that it wasn't Eve/Sandra. Also, I tacked on the beginning of 4x08 too so that the road trip ep is just them together in love.

Merlin 2x11 The Witch's Quickening

Mordred brings a warlock, Alvarr, to see Morgana, and they persuade her to steal a crystal with magical properties from the vaults of Camelot.

Why is Merlin so surprised that Morgana wants to help Mordred?? No one in the castle ever listens to her or explains what is happening and she is actively punished and manipulated for being gay magical.

[stormyoceans]

mon, i’ve been wanting to text you since friday night, as soon as i finished ep9 but i’ve been so incredibly overcome with emotion, i just have not had the courage to process everything and put what i feel into words.

i have been bawling since the very start of the ep, mon. right from the night-&-day conflict-cause reveal, to the first time day realises he’s losing sight, to the intimate scene, to (of course) the final scene, i have literally been in tears, unable to process any of my feelings. hell, i couldn’t even watch the full ep from between my tears, but i’m too scared to go back and watch so soon. there are so many things i felt, so many thoughts i had that i wanted to share with you but i’m just so overwhelmed even as yet, and i just want you to know, that if ever my thoughts become a little bit more clear and my feelings a bit less overwhelming, you will definitely be the first to hear all i want to say (sorry to be a bother but you’re like one of the few people i can share the utter happiness that this show is for me and i really want to discuss ALL ABOUT IT with you, and get all your thoughts!! but i get so overwhelmed and am so random with being active on this app, ughh it’s so hard 😭😭😭😭😭)

i just wanted to share this one thought with you that i had while watching the ep though, because i know you’d appreciate it so damn much. this series feels like such a beautiful gift to all us fans from jimmysea and p’aof, mon. like the heart that has gone into this project and the sheer beauty that everyone involved has created feels like the best present one could ever ask for (🥹). truly, i have no words other than the fact that i have never, ever experienced anything like this ever before and i am truly so, so overcome with a myriad of emotions, half of which i can’t even name.

WELL FIRST OF ALL YOU’RE NEVER A BOTHER AND YOUR MESSAGES ALWAYS PUT A SMILE ON MY FACE AND MAKE ME INCREDIBLY HAPPY SO JOKES ON YOU SAM!!!!!!!!!!! YOU’RE ACTUALLY STUCK WITH ME NOW AND I WILL BE SITTING HERE PATIENTLY WAITING FOR YOUR THOUGHTS ON LAST TWILIGHT WHENEVER YOU’RE READY TO SHARE THEM

take all the time you need tho, i definitely understand feeling overwhelmed by this show and not being able to write down everything you want to say. and idk if im the only one experiencing this, but these past couple of months since last twilight started have been so surreal to me like. i haven’t even begun to process 13% of the things that happened in episode 9 or any past episode really and it’s already time for episode 10 tomorrow. we’ve waited for this show for a whole year and in two more weeks it’s already gonna be over and yet somehow im still stuck on the very first episode with so many things to say and so many emotions to deal with and so many thoughts i want to share with you all but it seems too late now except it’s not!!!!!! we’re still here talking about vice versa after almost two years, we’re gonna be here talking about last twilight long after it ends!!!!!!

and to me this does feel like a show that you need to let sink in and settle a little before you can fully appreciate it, not because it’s overly complicated or controversial, but because it strikes something so deep into your soul that you need to watch it multiple times to unravel all its beauty. the feelings you get when you experience something for the first time can’t ever be repeated, but there is new understanding to be found in all the times after it. like you said, even just by watching episode 9 you can tell that there’s so much love and so much care that went into this show, and then you watch the bts videos and you see how hard everyone worked to make this happen, how the entire crew climbed that quite literal mountain just to deliver something special to us

i think that’s why despite all of my fears and worries about the ending that i can’t quite shake off, im also trying really hard to have faith in everyone involved in the show, because it’s a product of love and i will always be so deeply grateful to them for gifting it to the world

[aceonice]

Daylight

Another 500 word MonSam ficlet, inspired by the prompt “singing them to sleep”

Sam can’t sleep. Her mind races, replaying memories she’d rather forget. Grandmother’s disapproval. Grandmother and Neung screaming at each other. The jumble of terror, rejection, and desperation that stabbed at her insides as she broke down crying. Worrying that she’d have to sacrifice her happiness to appease her grandmother.

The pain on Mon’s face as she waited for Sam to break her heart.

Now, hours later, she’s tossing and turning with a pounding headache and swollen eyes. Bathing with Mon earlier, washing her hair and holding her close, had helped, for a moment.

Sam opens her eyes. She can make out Mon sleeping inches away. 

Sam wants to curl into Mon; she wants to hold Mon close enough to chase away the cold that’s settled in her bones. But Mon deserves rest. She probably needs it after everything Sam put her. Sam had done everything in her power to care for Mon, to show Mon how much she loved her, and yet she still ended up hurting her, again and again. 

She slides off the bed, moving away on tiptoes. She can’t stay still and alone with her thoughts any longer. 

The moment Sam cracks open the bedroom door, Mon stirs. “Sam?”

“Go back to sleep, darling.”

Instead of heeding Sam’s words, Mon sits up, blinking owlishly, hair a mess. She’s so adorable it makes Sam’s chest ache with fondness. She had spent so long thinking she would never feel this way about someone, that she’d never find someone she wanted to marry. Until Mon.

“Where are you going?” Sam doesn’t want to lie, but she doesn’t want to admit the truth. Mon frowns at her silence and holds out a hand. “Come back to bed.”

Sam can’t do anything but comply. She returns to bed. Mon tugs Sam closer, nudging her to turn over. They settle with Sam facing the wall, Mon curled around her like a parenthesis. 

“I love you,” Mon says, voice barely above a whisper. Sam feels a kiss being pressed to the back of her neck.

“I love you, my darling.”

“You can’t sleep, right? I want to help. Let me help?”

Sam doesn’t answer right away. She has to consider her options. She could brush off Mon’s concern, but… she doesn’t want to. She burrows closer to Mon and remembers the first time Mon stayed over. “Sing to me?”

“Okay.”

Mon is quiet for a moment, but Sam waits patiently, giving Mon time to pick a song. Then Mon begins to sing in her angelic voice. 

“My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in

Everyone looked worse in the light

There are so many lines that I’ve crossed unforgiven

I’ll tell you the truth, but never goodbye

I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

I’ve been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

And now I see daylight, I only see daylight…”

[ajaxdoesbattles]

Oh dear I’ve gotten a good few…. Probably the time I got a concussion because it was dark and I couldn’t see Sam asleep on the floor and tripped right over him headfirst into a doorknob.

However if we are talking directly resulting from the actions of a ‘mon and not from circumstance, probably the time a Zigzagoon bit my finger so bad I needed stitches. I was young and volunteering with a rehab at the time, and a series of miscommunications led to me being told to move a patient I was not supposed to be handling. Little guy got scared and sunk his teeth right in. Luckily he let go pretty quick, so the damage wasn’t as bad as it could have been but I still have the scars on my first knuckle.

rotomblr: reblog with the worst injury you’ve ever gotten from a pokémon, wild or domestic

[oldsalempost-blog]

THE OLD SALEM POST

Our  Local Tamassee-Salem SC Area News each Monday except holidays                                          Contact: theoldsalempost@gmail.com                              Distributed to local businesses, town hall, library.                            Volume 7 Issue 31    Week of July 22,  2024                https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/oldsalempost-blog                                                         Lynne Martin Publishing EDITOR:  We recently lost our good friend and neighbor Bill Garrison. His death affects probably all of us in our area, as his business of 20 years has become a staple in our homes for fresh produce, home, milk, boiled peanuts, friendship, and more. Bill created the Picket Post Produce. He left it in good hands with his granddaughter Sam to continue the business.  On Friday Sam received a notice to vacate the premises in 30 days.  We need a miracle and I know God is still in the Miracle Business.  I know that we as a community can help! Picket Post Produce needs a miracle.   Let’s be part of God’s helpers to “produce” this miracle!   LRM                                                                        

TOWN of SALEM: 5 Park Avenue  Monday-Friday 8AM-5PM. Closed 12-1 for lunch.  * Visit the Downtown Market every Sat, Hours 8am-12pm.    A new water line project is coming soon through downtown Salem, to replace the original infrastructure.                                                                                                    SALEM LIBRARY-  Best Little Library in Salem!  I hear so many wonderful accolades of our hometown library and librarians!  Open Mon-10-6, Tues-Fri 9-5  Closed each day for lunch 12-1.         Jottings from Miz Jeannie  by Jeannie Barnwell    The Glorious World of Gourds                         Going back to the earliest civilizations, women found uses for GOURDS.  They dried and preserved them. and then found uses for gourds as ladles and bowls.  Once a gardener plants seeds in May,  there is nothing else to do until harvest time. Our moist lake breezes here in Oconee County are the perfect environment for the variety of gourdly shapes and sizes.  Arrange a visit to HEAD-LEE Garden Center in early spring.  Go early because they sell out of  the most exotic and tempting varieties.  The real fun begins when you decide how to decorate the dried gourds. For instance, a bottleneck gourd becomes a stunning vase after it is sanded, buffed, and embellished with a wood-burned design.  Check out a book called "Gourd Craft" by Marilynn Host to learn about amazing projects to enjoy and to give as gifts!  Miz Jeannie loves all of y'all and encourages everyone to be kind and  patient as we SIMMER through the rest of SUMMER!                                                                                                            SONY 107.9 WFBS-�� Jeff Bright with the 107.9 WFBS nonprofit radio station in Salem needs our help to purchase a new transmitter on the Town of Salem water tower.  We only need to raise $1500 to continue his unselfish service to our communities and our people, as well the awesome music of our generations!  Send a donation to Jeff Bright 178 Madison Pointe Drive, Seneca SC 29678. Let’s do this!

ASHTON RECALLS by Ashton Here's an interesting story from a 1900 issue of the Courier: RAIN SWEEPS AWAY 53-YEAR-OLD GRIST MILL. . .(This story was in the "News from Whitewater" column by someone calling himself "Old Buckskin Joe" in the October 31, 1900 issue of the Keowee Courier. The report was dated October 23):. . .Last night this vicinity witnessed the greatest rainfall for the past fifty years. It swept away Mr. Nicholson's grist mill, which had been standing for fifty-three years at the same site. . .The bridge across Whitewater river at Gen. Ervin's place was swept away. Our Commissioners will have to visit our section and look after the roads and bridges. . .The freshet destroyed fifty bushels of corn for Mr. Jesse F. Cox. . .Half of Clifton Rogers' crop on Mr. M. Nicholson's place was entirely washed away. . ."Uncle Mitt" says he has been living here fifty-six years, and he never witnessed such an occurrence before.

JOCASSEE VALLEY BREWING COMPANY,(JVBC) & COFFEE SHOP* 13412 N Hwy 11 Opening on Tuesdays 12pm-7pm during the summer season. Wed–Sat 9am-9pm and Sunday 12pm-7pm. Events this week: Wed:  FOOD TRUCK:  BLUE RIDGE GRILL  Music: SINGER-SONGWRITER HOSTED  BY RICK MALEC 6PM  Thursday: Food Truck:  BLUE RIDGE GRILL 4PM  OLD TIME JAM 6:30PM   Fri: Music: WEST END STRING BAND 6:30PM   Food: LOBSTER DOGS  Sat–  Food:  PaChuys  Music:  AUSTIN REECE at 6:30PM    Sun: 12pm-7pm Food:  WHEELIE GOOD FOOD Music:  CONSERVATION THEORY 4PM.    

Clemson Rural Health Mobile Unit Coming to Salem:  July 25th  Time: 9AM-3PM Location: gravel parking lot across from the Salem Fire Department.  They will offer comprehensive primary care that includes chronic disease management and acute care.  The website: https://www.clemson.edu/cbshs/clemson-rural-health/patients.html     The scheduled days are confirmed through the end of this year.   August dates are Aug 13th and Aug 29th.                   

EAGLES NEST ART CENTER          

2024 UPCOMING EVENTS     Treasure Store open every Sat morning 9AM-12PM.  For donations  call 864-557-2462.   

2nd Annual Talent Showcase:  July 27th 6PM  Come out and enjoy the Talent Showcase  this weekend!  Tickets $10 at the door the day of the event.   Call for more information 864-710-8758 or 864-888-5663.Tell your friends to join the fun!

Beverly Chesser with Beverly Exercise is coming to ENAC on Saturday, August 3 at 1PM to speak on wellness and fitness.  Beverly has shared her ministry for almost 50 years and is now 80 years old. She leads an exercise group at her church in Anderson, SC every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Admission is donation only.  Plan to be encouraged spiritually, mentally, and physically. 

August 24th, 7PM  Make Reservations for Dinner and a Show with Luke Riley Smith– Enjoy  the tunes of the Big Band Era, Swing and more!  Tickets $25 Call 864-280-1258.

YOUNG APPALACHIAN MUSICIANS– Sign up for YAMs for an evening class each week on Tuesdays at 5:30PM. Cost is $50 each month.  Instruments available for rent at $20 per month. 3rd grade through adult.   Call 864-280-1258  

                                       CHURCH NEWS Bethel Presbyterian Church (PCUSA),  580 Bethel Church Rd Walhalla, 29691. Worship at 10:30 a.m. July 21 Adam Hopkins, July 28 Mel Davis, August 4 Mel Davis, August 11 Mel Davis. Come Visit Us!   

Who do you work for?  I hear complaints that services are just not the same after people retire from their positions, especially any government paid position.  Good work ethics are often not passed on from generation to generation.  That element of being entitled seems to worm its way into a potential good employee.  Many new employees today have their own expectations, rather than meet the expectations of the employer.   Even if you are in a job you do not like at the present, continue to do a good job while looking for another.  A good rule is to work as if you are working for the Lord, not just a paycheck.  God might just have you in the right job to be able to teach you something. LRM

Venue Crisis– Many restaurants, bars, taprooms, and other venues that sell alcoholic beverages are facing astronomical insurance premiums that are forcing them out of business.  It seems weekly another venue announces they are closing due to this.  The Local Que Restaurant in Greenville stopped selling any alcohol because the premium increased from 40K, to 120K, to over 300K in order to sell alcoholic beverages.  If this is not affecting you at this time, it will.  Our SC State Legislators need to be contacted to support Bill S533 for personal accountability.    LRM                                                              ��                                                       CONSERVATION CORNER    TREES to Think About-  Help me figure out why people bull-doze away all the old magnificent trees that provide beauty and shade on their property, and then spend money to put back a few small and often cheap trees that  might not even live, or the owners won’t live to see grown.                                                                                                                  POEM:  When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.  I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water.  And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light.  For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free!  Wendell Berry

Let’s help perform some miracles!  LRM                                                                                                                                                                                                              

[allieebobo]

What would the ROs do with an MC that's like,, painfully oblivious to their romantic advances 🤡

Hahaha! Thanks for the ask- that clown emoji kills me.

Tobin

Patient, impeccably gentlewomanly/gentlemanly; will continue courting MC for the rest of time if need be, bemused, and extremely baffled.

They’d have invented approximately 2934802 ways of saying “hey, I like you”, in words and in actions, heck, they could write a book with the same title by the time it gets through to MC.

When MC finally realizes, Tobin would smile, the kind of smile that resembles the entire sky breaking open, sunlight flooding in. “Thank goodness. It was fun watching you piece it together, but I was beginning to think I’d die of old age.”

G

First off, MC would have to be extremely oblivious not to be aware of G’s advances.

They don’t believe in wasting time, and would most definitely be the most exasperated by MC’s obliviousness. “Mon dieu, I can’t believe this,” they’d mutter, followed by 6-7 sentences of filthy, filthy French - just to blow off a little steam.

MCs who know French would immediately know what’s up, and G wouldn’t even be embarrassed by it. They’d just grin, eyebrows arched. "If I knew that’d work, I’dve tried it weeks ago." Then, they'd murmur a few more things in English, along very much the same lines...

Rayyan

Pretty bad at admitting their feelings, so MC would probably be forgiven for being oblivious to their advances at the start.

However, Rayyan is not a patient person, especially when they set their mind on something, and eventually – after a week or two of increasingly obvious advances, Rayyan would just sigh. “You're gonna make me say it, aren't you?" (MC, confused, brows creasing, "say wha-")

"I LIKE YOU, OKAY???” Rayyan blurts. Then, a little more calmly, "I like you." Or, (if MC is into it) push them up against the lockers and kiss them.

Sam

Sam’s usually confident, and honest/authentic, almost brash when it comes to pursuing others, but something about MC seems to make them reluctant to be explicit about their feelings, perhaps because they’ve been best friends for far too long.

If MC is oblivious to their advances, it’s probably because everything just seems like it could be within best-friend territory (sleepover? cuddles? touchy? 3-hour long convos? first person that Sam calls when things are good/bad?)

Eventually though, if an MC asks them about the lingering glances, their strange expressions, they might just lean in, and breathe– “Do you know how long I’ve been in love with you?” Or: “Goddamn. It’s you… it’s always been you.

[hhalfdoomed]

glcrygcre·:

BOREDOM HAD CLOUDED THE DIRECTOR’S MIND . as far as richie understood it , it did not seem as if it would leave him alone soon . it was not as if he could follow his true passion in the city of london - it would be sure to get him locked up . keeping in mind the fact that the cops in this town were idiots who had probably never witnessed true greatness ? He also knew that he had to be patient . he had to wait - time and time and time again , for the perfect opportunity to come once more . Would it come in the form of sam carpenter ? or someone else ?the truth was that he did not know it . regardless , a part of him was thrilled to find out . when the person who had sat in front of him at the restaurant had spoken , richie found himself freezing in shock , pizza slice halfway towards his mouth . “ - WHAT ? man , c ’ mon . that can’t be right . you tellin’ me you never heard of the stab movies before ? the fuck ? what - you livin ’ under a rock or somethin ’ ? ”

the worst part about having to eat out and no longer having a real canteen available at her disposal was that, whether she liked it or not, wednesday had to have conversations with people. for someone reason, it seemed like a great opportunity to talk when a stranger would not-so-willingly sit nearby, having no other option due to all the other seats being unavailable. whenever such situation arose, wednesday found herself hoping such encounter could be avoided. not today, it seemed. dark hues lifted from the plate before her, slowly settling on the stranger’s features. usually, the conversation topics included things such as weather or politics, but stab movies? less often. “ no, i like my brain cells where they are, ” wednesday replied coldly, straightening up in her seat, though there was just a hint of amusement in her voice. “ i would not willingly suffer in such way that i’d make myself sit through the sheer ridiculousness those movies are. if i wanted to torture myself, i’d search for more effective ways. ”

[twisted-crumpets]

Hey guys, I wanted to make a g/n version of the kiss headcanons, because I felt bad that some people may not feel included or couldn’t properly enjoy the meal. If there’s any headcanons that you want me to do this for, please ask me it’s perfectly fine.

Quick note: Rook’s nickname for his darling had to be changed, because it was not gender neutral. However, this one “mon petit oiseau” (my little bird), is. This was found out through research, if I am wrong, please tell me.

━━ Trey Clover ━━

Trey was always pretty observant and soon noticed how his feelings may not be as unrequited as he previously believed.

Pink blushes and eyes dreamily locked onto each other’s for too long was sort of a dead giveaway. However, Trey wished to formally explain his feelings for his S/O.

Unfortunately, an Unbirthday Party was coming up and whilst all of the treats were made, the roses were a far cry from done and Cater begged anyone who’d listen for help.

Hearing the third year’s desperate pleas, his darling decided to meet up with Trey so they could both tackle as many roses as possible.

The job wasn’t completely unpleasant, yes they both would rather be doing something perhaps a bit more enjoyable, but they both treasured each other’s company and the small talk was rather entertaining.

It wasn’t long before it finally clicked in Trey’s mind that they were alone and peered down at his love, who was honing their all into making a stubborn rose red.

“S/O, I’m sure you are well aware but I just wanted to say.. I love you.”

His darling nodded at first before taking a violent double take and glancing at Trey, baffled and red at his casual confession.

“Hmm~ was it not obvious already? I would’ve thought you already knew.”

Teasingly chuckling at them, he pressed a gentle kiss against their crimson cheek, unable to hide his smirk. Cupping their warm face in his hands, he looked deep into their eyes to ask for permission before pressing his lips against their own.

The kiss was long and warm. It filled them both with a feeling of home and and comfort and neither of them wanted to leave.

Eventually, Trey pulled away, poking their still red face with his finger, unable to wipe his former smirk off of his face at her bashfulness.

The garden may not have been very finished, but they couldn’t care less when they had one another in their arms.

━━ Ruggie Bucchi ━━

Ruggie was worried. He always knew that he wanted to eventually confess how he feels to his love, but he knew that with essentially no money, he had limited resources.

Sneaking money out of Leona’s wallet little by little, Ruggie began to feel more confident in finding the perfect inspiration or possible gift for his beloved. As he stood in Sam’s shop, he felt a deep sense of regret for not just stealing a necklace to sell instead.

Prices so high it made him dizzy in the head and weak in the knees. Despair lingering in his chest.

That is, until he saw Trey buying some eggs which caused an idea take root in his mind. Baking was something couples did often and it did sound rather romantic. Plus, who was he to deny spending time with his love and filling his stomach for delicious doughnuts?

After class, S/O was nearly tackled to the floor by the blur that was Ruggie who had a strong determined look twinkling in his eyes. “Shishishi sorry about that... hey! Uh before you go, I’ve been asked to make some treats by Leona, but I barely know much about it. Do you mind giving me a hand?”

Tentatively, his S/O nodded their head, eyebrow raised in bewilderment before parting ways, delighted and perplexed.

Making their way to the kitchen, they began to wonder what was in store. The hyena loved to play pranks, maybe he had one in store for them?

It was however a great relief to see the cheeky student frowning at the recipe as if it was in another language.

His ears cutely twitching hearing their giggles, his head shooting up and with a grin so wide that it could’ve split his face in two adorned on his face.

Hours passed and they couldn’t deny that the evening was very gratifying, with the happy chatter and raucous laughter that filled the room. When doing a count of the doughnuts that were laid out on their tray, they soon noticed one had gone missing and quickly informed Ruggie, teasingly questioning him about its whereabouts.

“Shishishi ahhhh S/O this has been gone for ages~~ you are too easy to trick!”

Placing it back on the tray, they observed the design on the surface, eyes widening to the size of dinner plates after resist to messy “I love you” scrawled onto the surface of the small treat.

Cooing at the sweet gesture, they wrapped their arms around the trickster and softly responded to his feelings, immediately feeling him let out a gigantic sigh of relief.

Pulling away slightly, they stared at his lips entranced before finally connecting them, a cute yelp escaping from the boy.

The kiss was sugary sweet and fluffy and many more was stolen by the playful thief, accompanied by booming laughter and warm doughnuts.

━━ Jade Leech ━━

The Monstro Lounge has always been a rather busy establishment and had many a particularly busy day. Today seemed to be one of them as the orders kept piling up and showed no signs of stopping. Tireless hours catering and cleaning, until finally the crowd has thinned until the room was empty once more and the Lounge was finally closed.

Weary and stressed, Jade decided to go to the school pool and unwind. The tranquil silence flooded the room and Jade slowly sank into the room watery depths, feeling himself becoming truly serene. Which was sadly interrupted by voices from above calling his name.

With a slightly irritated sigh, he heaved himself onto the pool’s edge, scanning his surroundings with narrowed eyes. That was until they befell onto his love and instantaneously softened.

“Oya? What are you doing here S/O? Surely it is due time for you to be back in your dorm?”

His stomach suddenly felt light and filled with his butterflies learning of his dearest’s concern for him and slowly shut his eyes, not expecting them to stay and hurried rush a variety of sentences jammed together creating one love fuelled mess.

Disheartened by the lack of reply, they went to leave, slightly embarrassed before they were stopped by a cool hand wrapped around their wrist, revealing a slightly pink Jade.

“I must inform you that your feelings are not unrequited.. I love you too, my flower.”

Tugging their wrist to kneel by the pool side, he tilted his head upwards and connected their lips, completely intoxicated by the contrast between their bodies.

Gasping for air, his darling didn’t notice the toothy smile spread across Jade’s face as he pulled them into the pool, wrapping their arms around his neck and connecting their lips once more.

Addictive kisses were stolen and exchanged and neither of them could ever wish for more as they melted into one another, hearts swelling with every touch.

━━ Jamil Viper ━━

Jamil was ready to pass out. His usual menial chores were increased tenfold as a result of Kalim and his impulsive decision to let his wild pets roam free inside the dorm.

The chaos of the day finally reaching its end, Jamil dragged himself towards his room, ready to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Until, he set his eyes on his love sat patiently on his bed, instantly brightening and then furrowing their eyebrows in worry over the fatigue that seemed to radiate from every part of his body.

Ushering him to bed hurriedly, Jamil fought every urge to sleep as he inquired about why they waited for him at such a late hour.

When hearing them admit their worry for him, he scoffed and gently flicked them on the nose, thankful for the darkness of the room hiding the pink that was painted across his cheeks.

“That was rather foolish of you. This is my job and has always been, you don’t need to worry for me.”

He softened at their indignant whines of protest he brought their into a warm hug and sleepily murmured his feelings into their hair, blissfully unaware of what he just said until he felt his beloved stiffen up in his arms.

“Hmmmmm.... I love you, you know that right, Jewel?”

Calmly he apologised, unable to hide the slight disheartenment in his tone which left him as soon as he heard them shyly repeat his previous words.

Cradling their face, he pressed his lips to theirs in a small tired kiss, lips moving in sync lazily. Tiredly pulling away, Jamil crawled under his covers and gestured for them to follow suite as he pressed his warm frame against theirs and held their back close to his chest. His heart thumping wildly in joy, his brain still struggling to process the sheer amount of love he holds for his beloved.

“Goodnight my Jewel, I will wake you up in the morning.”

━━ Rook Hunt ━━

Rook had been acting suspicious. He already did have a shady appeal to him, but it was even more apparent than usual.

Whenever he appeared before them, his scent began to be rather sweet and fragrant and his hands where always stained green.

It didn’t help that he kept staring intently at his love like they was the last star in the sky, and despite his usual romantic bravado, this new behaviour screamed at them that he was planning something.

During the lunch break, Rook eagerly bounced up to them, hearts almost visible in his eyes, asking if they was free after school. Taken aback by his suddenness, they stood and stared for a while trying to gather their bearings. Agreeing apprehensively, they couldn’t hide the curiousity filling their eyes.

Upon hearing their reply, he could’ve sworn he entered heaven.

He almost launched them to the botanical garden, his heart running marathons, his mind a mess of thought out poems combining into one chaotic choir of infatuation.

With happiness radiating in every step, he took them to an picturesque area where an archway of orchids greeted them.

“Dear S/O, no amount of words could possibly describe how much my heart swoons for you, my love for you is as bountiful as the sea, encasing me in your radiance. This simple archway is a humble tribute to your golden heart, which I hope to one day own.”

Going weak at the knees at such a heartfelt confession, they responded with such excitability that could have put his to shame.

A stronger sense of devotion was glowing in the hunter’s eyes as he wrapped his toned arms around his love, span them in a circle, holding them close to his heart and kissed them with immense passion.

The kiss was fiery and warm and his darling could feel themselves melt even further into him.

The kiss went deeper and deeper, drowning them both.

Pulling away, Rook panted for air and presses his forehead against their’s.

“Hehe, mon petit oiseau, our love seems to truly be written in the stars.”

━━ Lilia Vanrouge ━━

Lilia was always very mysterious, but it truly did reach new levels of strange.

The mischievous fae had planned to hang out with his S/O a week in advance and seemed to be up to no good, with the telltale glint in his eyes being a dead giveaway.

Meeting up with his darling at their dormitory, he placed a hand on the small of their back, and began to lead them into the forest.

“Kufufufu I believe that in order for our small rendezvous to be truly enjoyable, one must insist for their guest to close their eyes and have faith in their partner.”

Apprehensively, they placed both hands into Lilia’s cold and calloused hands, shivering slightly at the temperature different between the two and closed their eyes, making them more aware of the sounds the dark forest created.

Sweet bird song and the light windy breeze clashed together in perfect harmony, gifting them the ability to completely relax and put their faith in the impish boy.

It felt as though they both had been walking for a millennia until they were finally stopped in their tracks, and the giggling from the man who was once before them turned silent.

Curiously, they opened their eyes and gasped in amazement. The scenery around them was nothing short of magnificent.

The moon had begun to peak out and painted the trees a beautiful silver. Small delicate beads of light flickering around, illuminating the forest gracefully.

Slowly turning around, they jumped at the sight of the usually talkative fae, quietly smiling lovingly at the innocent joy on his lover’s face.

“Sweet dove, the words I utter now are the words you are the true emotions that have taken flight within me. I love you. No, love isn’t enough, it scarcely passes as sufficient enough. There is no word that exists within any of the dictionaries in all the world that could possibly describe how much I cherish every part of you.”

Hearing their acceptance towards his feelings, he giggled so purely it reminded them of tinkling bells and elegantly dipped them, gazing at their loving expression that was aimed at no one but him and pressed his lips smoothly against theirs.

He could’ve sworn that nothing fit quite so perfectly as the two of them, lips moving in sync, hearts beating a thunderous rhythm, joy and mirth beaming through their lovestruck grins.

I hope you enjoyed your meal!

[zinzinina]

Sam! I can’t believe I missed the post about your 500 follower milestone! Congrats, bb. You deserve all of the followers, and all of the good things always.

Here’s my submission for Sam’s Star Wars Matchmaking Service because ya girl is ✨lonely✨

1) If I was an animal I would probably be a cat. I love to sleep. I love to be pet - by the right person. I love who I love, and generally have to be won over. But! I will give everyone a chance at first.

2) My ideal night out would be on a beautiful clear night. One where you can see all of the stars. Perhaps a nice picnic? Or a sneaky skinny dip session in a beautiful pool. I’m not one for big crowds or loud noises, so I’d like to keep it on the down low. My ideal day in would be the quintessential lazy day! Movies on my tv, the best snacks, multiple naps. You get it.

3) The three qualities I’m looking for would be patience. Kindness. And a wicked sense of humor.

4) Tbh any mood I’m in, there’s a Jessie Ware song for that. I’m particularly fond of What’s Your Pleasure.

5) My personal idea of hell consists of having to listen to a fucking idiot just go on and on about things I just truly do not care about. Or listen to someone go on and on about something I know they’re wrong about, but they can’t be taught.

Thank you for being so kind and supportive on here, Sam. I love having your presence on here. Thank you for doing this! What a fun idea! I can’t wait to see who I get matched with 💕

Hi Amanda! Thank you so much for your submission. I’m happy to say we have a match! I hope you like ‘em tall and peaceful:

They don't get much more kind or patient than Qui-Gon Jinn himself, and he shares your appreciation for quietude. Deep-voiced and zen, this guy exudes comforting energy, though sources close to the Jedi Council tell me he’s secretly an absolute freak under those brown robes. No pressure to take it any further than your date, but, y’know. Making sure you know your options. He has a sharp sense of humour, but he prefers to be more of a listener. Don’t worry about keeping conversation afloat through, he’s perfectly happy to enjoy your presence without the need for talk. He just likes being close to you, those blue eyes creasing with affection.

I’m sending the two of you off to Solarine, famous for its sunsets. They last around four hours as each sun goes down, gradually getting dimmer and dimmer and painting the sky gold before the stars fade through. It’s the perfect setting for a private music performance up on the cliffs over the city, shielded (mostly) from the wind in a little slant-sided pergola (but don’t wear any loose clothing just in case). I’ve booked local jazz artist Sy Snootles, fresh from her tour of the Mid Rim to serenade you both (uh, if you get sick of her, just pay her a tip and she’ll stop).

As the sky darkens to that particular shade of indigo most revered in this system, you’ll be brought some blankets to keep warm before dinner is served. Prepared right in front of you by famed Abednedo chef Thrin Be’stosa, I can personally guarantee you have never tasted food this good before. They go nuts for him over on Mon Cala (which, by the way, is the exact planet I kidnapped picked him up from).

After that, the choice is yours! The night is your veda-oyster! Solas City has a number of late-night dessert bars and cafes if you’re feeling sweet, or you can head directly back to your accomodation in the Upper Seventh if you’re feeling spicy.

Thank you for using Sam’s Star Wars Matchmaking Service™️. Payment will be accepted in the form of an invitation for myself and thirty of my closest Ugnaught friends to your eventual wedding. May the Spires Keep You! x

[sudoki-sara]

Decided on yes I will make more rwby Hamilton au. These Hamilton songs are Aaron burr sir and my shot

Citizens: 1776. Feldspar City.

Jaune: Pardon me. Are you Ruby Rose ma’am?

Ruby: That depends. Who’s asking?

Jaune: Oh, well, sure, ma’am. I’m Jaune Arc I’m at you service, ma’am. I have been looking for you.

Ruby: I’m getting nervous.

Jaune: Ma’am... I heard your name at Coquina. I was seeking an accelerated course of study when I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours. I may have punch him. It’s a blur, ma’am. He handle the financials?

Ruby: You punched the bursar.

Jaune: Yes! I wanted to do what you did. Graduate in two, then join the revaluation. He looked at me like I was stupid. I’m not stupid so how’d you do it? How’d you graduate so fast?

Ruby: It was my mother’s dying wish before she passed.

Jaune: You’re an orphan. Of course I’m an orphan god, I wish there was a war! Then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for...

Ruby: Can I buy you a drink?

Jaune: That would be nice.

Ruby: While we’re talking. Let me offer you some free advice talk less.

Jaune: What?

Ruby: Smile more.

Jaune: Ha.

Ruby: Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.

Jaune: You can’t be serious.

Ruby: You wanna get ahead?

Jaune: Yes.

Ruby: Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead.

Weiss: Yo yo yo yo yo! What time is it?

Weiss/Ren/Nora: Show time!

Ruby: Like I said.

Weiss: Show time show time! I’m Weiss Schnee in the place to be! Two pints of O’ Sam Adams but I’m working on three, uh! Those Redcoats don’t want it with me! Cuz I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free!

Ren: Oui oui, mon ami, je mappelle Lie Ren! The Lancelot of the revolutionary set! I came from afar just to say bonsoir! Tell the king “Casse toi! Who’s the best cest moi!”

Nora: Brrrah brraaah! I am Nora Valkyrie up in it, lovin it, yes I heard your mother say “come again.”

Ren/Weiss: Ayyyy

Nora: Lock up ya daughters and horses. Of course it’s hard to have intercourses over four sets of corsets...

Ren: wow

Weiss: No more sex, pour me another brew, son! Let’s raise a couple more...

Weiss/Nora/Ren: To the revolution!

Weiss: Well if it ain’t the prodigy of Beacon Academy.

Nora: Ruby Rose!

Weiss: Give us a verse. Drop some knowledge!

Ruby: Good luck with that. You’re takin’ a stand you spit Imma sit we’ll see where we land.

Nora/Ren: Booo

Weiss: Ruby, the revolution is imminent. What do you stall for?

Jaune: If you stand for nothing, Ruby, what’ll you fall for?

Ren/Nora/Weiss: Ooh, who you? Who you? Who are you? Ooh, who is this kid? What’s he gonna do?

I was gonna end it here but then I remembered how “My Shot” continues this song so...

Jaune: I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my crountry young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot!

Jaune: Imma get a scholarship to Shade Academy I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish. The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish. I gotta holler just to be heard. With every word, I drop knowledge.

Jaune: I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal. Tryin’ to reach my goal. My power of speech: unimpeachable. Only nineteen but my mind is older. These Feldspar city streets get colder, I shoulder.

Jaune: Ev’ry burden, ev’ry disadvantage. I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish. I walk these streets famished.

Jaune: The plan is to fan this spark into a flame. But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name I am the—

Jaune/Ren/Nora/Weiss/ J-A-U-N-E-A-R-C— We are—meant to be...

Jaune: A colony that runs independently. Meanwhile, Atlas Keeps shittin on us endlessly. Essentially, they tax us relentlessly. Then General James turns around, runs a spending spree. He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free. So there will be a revolution in this century. Enter me!

Ren/Nora/Weiss: He says in parenthesis.

Jaune: Don’t be shocked when your Hist’ry book mentions me. I will lay down my life if it sets us free. Eventually you’ll see my ascendancy.

Jaune: And I am not throwing away my shot!

Weiss: My shot!

Jaune: I am not throwing away my shot!

Weiss: My shot!

Jaune: Hey yo, I’m just like my country. I’m young, scrappy, and hungry. And I’m not throwing away my shot!

Ren/Nora/Weiss: I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot! It’s time to take a shot!

Ren: I dream of life without a monarchy. The unrest in Vale will lead to ‘onarchy? ‘Onarchy? How you say, how you say, ‘anarchy? When I fight I make the other side panicky. With my—

All four: SHOT!

Nora: Yo, I’m a tailors apprentice. And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis. I’m joining the rebellion cuz I know it’s my chance. To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants! I’m gonna take a—

All four: SHOT!

Weiss: But we’ll never be truly free. Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me. You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in on a stallion with the first black battalion. Have another—

All four: SHOT!

Ruby: Geniuses, lower your voices. You keep out of trouble and you double your choices. I’m with you, but the situation is fraught. You’ve got to be carefully taught: if you talk your gonna get shot!

Jaune: Ruby, check what we got. Mister Lie Ren, hard rock like Lancelot I think your pants look hot. Weiss I like you a lot let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot.

Jaune: What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot. Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not. A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists? Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!

Jaune: Oh, am I talking’ too loud? Sometimes I get overexcited, shout off at the mouth. I never had a group of friends before. I Promise that I’ll make y’all proud.

Weiss: Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd!

All four: I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot!

All four: I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot!

Weiss: Everybody sing:Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hey! Whoa! Wooh! Whoa! Aye let em hear ya! Let’s go!

Jaune/Ren/Nora: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Yea!

Citizens: Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Yea!

Weiss: I said shout it to the rooftops! Said, to the rooftops! Come on! Come on let’s go!

Weiss: Rise up! When you’re living on your knees, you rise up! Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up! Tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up!

Weiss/Citizens: When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Citizens: Whoa! Whoa!

Weiss/citizens: When are the colonies gonna rise up?

Citizens: Whoa!

Weiss/citizens: When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Citizens: Whoa!

Weiss/Citizens: When are these colonies gonna rise up? Rise up!

Jaune: I imagine death so much that it feels more like a memory. When’s it gonna get me? In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me? If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody?

Jaune: See I never thought I’d live past twenty. Where I come from some get half as many. Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask. We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty.

Jaune: Scratch that, this is not a moment, it’s the movement where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went? Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand we roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land.

Jaune: And? If we win our independence? Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants? Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendant?

Jaune: I know the action in the street is excitin’ but Jesus, between all the bleedin’ and fightin’ I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’ we need to handle our financial situation. Are we a nation of states? What’s the state of our nation?

Jaune: I’m past patiently waitin’. I’m passionately smashin’ every expectation every action’s an act of creation. I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow. For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow!

Jaune/Citizens: And I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot!

Jaune/Ren/Nora/Weiss: We’re gonna rise up! Time to take a shot! We’re gonna rise up! Time to take a shot!

Citizens: Not throwing away my shot! Not throwing away my shot!

Jaune/Ren/Nora/Weiss: We’re gonna

Citizens: We’re gonna rise up rise up

Jaune: Time to take a shot.

Citizens: Rise up Rise up!

Jaune/Ren/Nora/Weiss: Time to take a shot!

Citizens: Rise up!

JRNW: Time to take a shot!

Citizens: Rise up!

JNRW: Take a shot shot shot!

Citizens: Ri—ri—ri

JNRW: A-yo it’s time to take a shot! Time to take a shot! And I am— Not throwin’ away my—

Citizens: Time to take a shot! Time to take a shot! And I am— Not throwin’ away my shot!

[buddha-in-disguise]

Let Kelly and Lena work together. Please.

I know I’ve written about how little Kelly and Nia have had to do on Supergirl this season, especially when scenes that could’ve easily been handled by either of them have gone to a new character, that feels continuously out of place after the Andrea and Russell storyline wrapped.

I’m not going to rehash too much of that, other than to say Kelly in particular has been woefully under-utilised, especially as we know Azie has been on set filming.

Which brings me to my thoughts on what I would love to see one storyline to actually make use not only of Kelly, but help tie in Lena being brought back into the Superfriends fold.

We know Kelly is using her expertise as a psychologist to utilise Q waves in treatment for trauma patients, especially PTSD.

However, in ep 12 they popped in the fact that they had problems on the platinum lens, with the bio link algorithm, and out of her entire staff, Andrea was using Kelly to help try to resolve the problem.

Of course we now know that Lena sabotaged the lens, (although how she achieved that we don’t know). 

But it planted a seed in my brain.

Reconciliation does appear to be on the cards for Lena with Supergirl et al. Or at least we got the hint in interviews from the 100th episode, even if they hedged around it. Not forgetting Winn and Mon-El both suggest that it resolves itself - Winn with "Give her time." Mon-El with "Now, I know Lena's hurting right now, but once she understands that she'll forgive you."

The other thing. Brainy believes in Lena. All three are from the future. Plus, the whole reason Mon-El can even be there? Because L-Corp develops a cure for the Daxamite lead allergy. Not LexCorp. Not Luthor Corp. L-Corp. Now I know that Supergirl and continuity are really poor at times, but I truly hope this is another nod that LexCorp is defeated, and Lena takes control of L-Corp once again, and she does good things, that lead L-Corp in the future to being the cause for good she has always wanted it to be.

Let alone that in all the scenarios shown, the only Lena who didn't try to protect Kara was the one who didn't know her. Evil Lena. Even the Lena who went back to Metropolis to talk to Sam, who questioned who Kara really was, would've helped when the atmosphere was seeded with Kryptonite, only she couldn't because she didn't make it in time. So even angry, even hurt as she was, Lena can't hurt Kara. Even this season Lena was so worried when the missiles armed with Kryptonite were about to launch. Her panic for Kara was real. Plus not allowing Hope to kill her (that is still an anomaly for me in Hope).

We begin to get answers on that next episode, even if Lena appears to move forward with Non Nocere from the episode synopsis. Let me state here: if reconciliation isn’t on the cards with Lena and Kara, I think there would be an even bigger riot from fans than William caused. While angst and drama is all well and good, if it diverges too much from friends to enemies or even frenemies, it would be a step too far for so many of us. Supercorp absolutely isn’t a driving factor for me saying that, but Lena has been an integral member of the Superfriends for too long for it to all be thrown away in my opinion. Plus what would the point of the 100th really be if not to solidify just how important the Kara/Lena friendship is, as well as the Winn comment in ep 12, plus the L-Corp link already mentioned. Truly, I’d find it impossible to defend a decision like that. Let alone just watching not just viewers, but media, bloggers etc who react so positively when Lena is in the fold of all the friends. There would be uproar from so many.

Back to Kelly. 

We know from Azie posting that she and Katie were on set together recently.

The set backdrop suggests it in Obsidian North. Now of course being on set doesn’t mean they filmed scenes together as Staz posted photos with Katie in the same dress and wearing the same boots, but since Nicole and Jesse were saying how little they’ve seen Katie on set because she has been filming so much in her lab, I would hope there is a good chance they were filming together. 

Since LexCorp have entered into partnership with the lens, this would be an ideal opportunity for Kelly - as the person heading Obsidian North on the project - working with Lena, who obviously is the LexCorp representative. This could allow not only Kelly to bridge the friendship gap that’s been lost. Kelly (according to Azie) doesn’t (or until recently if that status has changed because nothing has been said on screen - ugh,) know Kara was Supergirl. She was the one friend in the group, who like Lena, had no clue. Who wasn’t lying to her in any shape or form.

Kelly is going to realise pretty quickly that Kara and Lena’s friendship is on the out and out. She might not know why, but if she asks Lena as they work together, it could easily be a way to bring all this up. To even give Lena an ally, insofar as someone who didn’t know any more than she had before the reveal. Add in Kelly being a psychologist, and able to offer Lena good solid advice. Who knows, she might even be able to make her realise that Non Nocere has to be stopped by Lena if she hasn’t made that decision already? Maybe this could be another turning point? 

Another benefit could be Lena acknowledging she isn’t working with Lex. That she could admit Kara (and everyone else) was wrong on that assumption, and in fact she was now using Non Nocere to try and beat Lex, Lillian and Levithan. Lena could then begin to team up with Kelly, who uses what they learn to help the rest of the Superfriends back at the Tower.

It could also then give us some hopefully good Dansen moments as Kelly works through it with Alex at home, and she could offer advice and perspective on Lena to Alex (who looked devastated when she saw the Fortress footage of Lena, and not just devastated for Kara, but for Lena as well, because although she knew what had occurred, she obviously didn’t see it play out). Or Kelly could talk to Kara, as the earliest episode suggested Kara and Kelly had a good solid friendship as it was.

These thoughts are just how I would love to see some of the coming episodes play out. Considering how badly Kelly has been under-utilised, it could go a long way in helping us see her back on screen. 

Of course I have no clue on how they plan to proceed with any of this. If Kelly does begin to get more screen time (which isn’t going to be hard considering how little she has had so far), then I’m going to be grateful just for that. Of course I really want more sustained Dansen time, because we had more between them in S4 than currently. Considering what we were promised it has been nothing short of pitiful. At least we know Nia is getting a good episode in 15, but with episode numbers running out, it is squeezing the time available for Dansen or Kelly even more. Let alone trying to resolve the Lena/Lex/Lillian/Lethavian that will need wrapping up. 

I guess we wait to see.