#oh its so cute

[fyonahmacnally]

So. Freaking. Adorable.

35. "I just wanted to let you know that I think you're beautiful." + supercorp please! :D

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

This one got a lot longer than I meant it to be. And you can blame @murdershegoat for the fact that it's a high school au. Thanks for the prompt!

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Lena stares down at the piece of paper, slipped into her locker sometime between second period and now.

I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.

The handwriting is tidy, unfamiliar, the words even more unfamiliar, no one has ever called her beautiful before.

Lena glances around, wonders if this is some practical joke, wonders if she’s going to look down the hallway and find a group of students laughing at her, laughing at the fact that she believed the note was from someone who might actually like her.

She sees nothing though, no one out of the ordinary, no one paying attention to her, no one looking like they’ve just been waiting for her to open her locker.

Despite the fact that this is probably just some elaborate joke, some of the popular students picking on her for her last name, she slips the paper into her pocket instead of just throwing it into the trash like she should, because some part of her, some small part, hopes against all logic that it’s real.

---

I could spend forever looking into your eyes and still not figure out exactly what colour green they are. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to try.

Lena’s heart skips as she reads the note that she finds in her locker two days later. They’re just words, and words shouldn’t have this much power over her, especially when she doesn’t know who this note is from, but they do.

It means someone has noticed her, someone has looked at her long enough to know what colour her eyes, someone has remembered that detail and then taken the time to write her a note and slip it into her locker.

The handwriting is neat again, just like the last one, and Lena hopes it’s a girl behind this writing. No one knows about her, she’s never told anyone, but she hopes this person can see that too.

---

I saw you smile today, it’s the first time I’ve seen you smile before. You laughed at one of Winn’s jokes in chemistry and all I could think about was how I wanted to make you smile like that.

Chemistry.

She’s only received a few notes from this person, but this is the first real clue she’s gotten about who could be behind them.

There’s only twenty-seven people in her chemistry class which suddenly narrows the pool of people from hundreds down to just a handful. If you remove the boys, then it narrows down the selection even more.

She reads the note again, smiles as she tucks it into her notebook where the others now sit. She thinks about investigating further, now that she’s so much closer to the truth, but she’s not sure if she wants to, because what if it’s a guy? What if it’s someone she doesn’t like? Which is actually ninety-nine percent of the school’s population.

Maybe she’s not so keen to find out who it is, dreams are usually better than reality anyway.

---

Kara Danvers punched someone in the face for her today. Lena doesn’t even care about the fact that her clothes are completely ruined, covered in paint because the high school’s quarterback thought it would be funny to steal paint from the art class and throw it at her, telling her that no one wants her here.

She cares a little bit about his words, but it’s nothing she hasn’t heard before. This is the first time anyone has ever stood up for her though.

“Are you okay?” Kara asks. Lena’s almost knocked over by how concerned she looks.

She nods, too shocked to speak.

Kara gets detention, and so does Maxwell. He’s pissed by the outcome but Kara just shrugs and says it was worth it.

---

“Thank you.”

Kara startles, spins on the spot. A grin stretches across her face when she sees Lena. Lena’s never seen anyone more beautiful.

“For what?”

Lena tugs at her sleeves, already feeling awkward. She realised last night she never actually said thank you to Kara and she thought it was the polite thing to do. She’s regretting that decision now that Kara’s in front of her again, looking adorable as she smiles at Lena.

Lena recalls the note she’d gotten, about her own smile. She thinks whoever it was can never have seen Kara smile before.

“For yesterday. No one has ever stood up for me like that before.”

That puts a frown on Kara’s face. Lena instantly regrets her words.

“Well then,” Kara nods decisively. “Now you have someone who will stand up for you, always.”

Lena has no words again, so she just smiles and nods in return.

“Do you want to have lunch with me and my friends today?”

Lena doesn’t care that it’s stupid, that it doesn’t make sense, she finds herself hoping the person who wrote the notes is Kara.

---

The notes keep coming, all nice, all making Lena’s heart skip with how kind and sweet they are, but something changes that day she spoke to Kara, and that thing is that she has friends now.

She sat with Kara that day at lunch and then suddenly, the “superfriends” as Winn called them, are talking to her in the hallways, in class, at lunch. They all smile and say hi and Lena doesn’t know exactly what to do with all this kindness.

Kara is the kindest of them all, always smiling, always so nice, always making sure she’s included and that no one bullies her. Kara wasn’t joking that day, she meant it, that she’d always stand up for Lena.

And Lena? She’s pretty sure she’s falling in love.

---

I really like you. I wonder if I’ll ever get the courage to tell you this in person.

“What’s that?”

Lena jumps, her heart racing as Kara appears seemingly out of nowhere beside her.

“Nothing,” Lena says, hastily shoving the note into her locker.

“Someone has a crush on you? That’s cute,” Kara smiles.

Lena has the sudden urge to cry, tears burning at the back of her eyes as she comes to the sudden realisation that the note can’t be from Kara, not if this is her reaction. She suddenly feels like an idiot, of course Kara wouldn’t like her, she’d been a fool to ever think she could.

“I have to go,” Lena says, swallowing against the tears. She won’t cry in front of Kara, she won’t cry in front of anyone.

“Hey, wait!”

A hand grabs her arm, and Lena’s body betrays her, stopping at Kara’s touch instead of pulling away and leaving like her brain is telling her to.

“What?” Lena asks, Kara’s face unreadable. She just wants to leave, to forget all of this ever happened.

“It was me,” Kara sighs, looking the most uncertain Lena has ever seen her.

“What was?”

Kara won’t meet her eyes. “The notes, all of them, it was me.”

Lena’s mouth drops open. Kara is really good at rendering her speechless.

“I just really liked you and I didn’t know what to do and I saw this high school rom com and it gave me this dumb idea and then we became friends and I didn’t know what to do again because it only made me like you more and I was too scared to say anything in case you didn’t want to be friends with me because I really, really like being your friend. But you looked upset after the last note, I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner, or I shouldn’t have even given them to you at all.”

That was a lot of words, and now Lena wants to cry for a different reason. She shakes her head. “The note didn’t upset me, I was upset because I’d been hoping since you punched Maxwell in the face that the notes were from you, but then you didn’t know what it was so I didn’t think it was you but…was it really you, this whole time?”

Kara bites her lip, nods. “It was.”

“Oh, thank God,” Lena says, a relieved laugh slipping from her lips. “And, for the record, I like you too.”

Kara’s eyes light up, like she hadn’t just admitted as much. “You do?”

Kara’s grinning when she pulls a notebook out of her bag. She scribbles something on a corner of a page, tugs it out, folds it, then hands it to Lena.

Will you go on a date with me?

---

They’ve been together, for almost eight years, when Kara kneels down in front of Lena and hands her a folded slip of paper.

Will you marry me?

Lena’s answer is the same as it always is when Kara asks her a big question.

Yes.

[nemkero]

uncle ekko

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[choccy-milky]

@foundthatoldzeppelinshirt what did u do to me...what in the wattpad is this... i only planned to do a few doodles but then i kept getting more brainrotted and things got out of hand LMAOO (and ofc i HAD to draw hockey player seb at SOME POINT bc its my duty as a canadian citizen🫡🍁🍁 O CANADA!!!)

[indigopoptart]

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

SOBBING??? CRYING???

IT LOOKS SO GOOD WAAAHHHHH THANK YOU SOBS WEEPS

HI *passes out*

I drew a scene from Stamps! (Chapter 13!!) An amazing fanfic made by @indigopoptart !!

PLS go check out their work theyre so goddang talented omg

[captain-krow-drozdov]

Danny Is An Alternate Version Of Ra's Al Ghul And Flash Already Called Dibs On Adopting Him

Danny In All His Sleep Deprived Slightly Scuffed Up From A Fight Glory Is On His Way To Clockworks Tower To Hopefully Get A Nap And Maybe Some Homework Done When A Natural Portal Opens Up In Front Of Him And Proceeds To Unceremoniously Drop Him In The DC Verse Just Outside Of Central City Before Promptly Closing Leaving A Tired Danny Behind In A Run Down Abandoned Parking Lot.

It's Times Like This When Danny Regrets Putting Off Learning How To Make His Own Portals, Cause Now He Is Very Much Stuck For The Foreseeable Future And He Has No Idea Where Or When He Is. Luckily For Him However Central City Isn't Too Far Away, Unlucky For Him However Is That Once In The City He Realizes This Isn't His Dimension. He's Pretty Sure He'd Remember Something Called The Justice League.

So What Do You Do When Supernatural Bullshit Fails You? You Fall Back On Your Mad Scientist Roots And You Make A Portal Gun. So That's Exactly What Danny Plans To Do.

Unfortunately Staying Alive And Building Questionably Safe Portal Technology Requires Money And Supplies, So He Ends Up Wandering From City To City Doing Odd Jobs/Fixing Up Busted Tech For Cash Or Unwanted Electronics For His "Operation: Get Home" Needs. This Obviously Ends In A Few Superhero Encounter Shenanigans.

Though He Always Ends Up Back Near Central City, Both On The Off Chance The Natural Portal Will Open Up Again And Because Out Of All The Superheroes That Apparently Exist In This Universe The Speedsters Are His Favorite (Red Robin Is Solidly His Second Favorite Ever Since The Gotham Vigilante Gave Him A Large Coffee Filled With Enough Caffeine To Kill A Man).

Unbeknownst To Danny However Is That Every Hero/Vigilante He Has Encountered Has Come To At Least One Of The Following Conclusions; 1. Run Away Meta Who Is In Desperate Need Of A Good Meal/Adoption Bait. 2. Possibly Red Robin/Tim Drake Clone 3. A Good Kid But Could Possibly Be A Future Rouge If Left Unsupervised. 4. Did Bats Get A New Kid And Why Is He Here?

All Flash Knows Is That He Saw The Kid First And Therefore Has Dibs. Suck It Bruce.

Fast-forward A Few Months And Danny Gets Hurt During A Rogue Attack While Trying To Help Some Civilians Get To Safety (Old Hero Habits Die Hard (Ha Die Hard) And All That Jazz) And He Nopes Out Once Everyone Is Safe And When The Paramedics Are Busy With Other People Unaware He Left A Blood Sample Behind.

One DNA Test Brought To You By Paranoid Bat Concerns Of A Possible Red Robin Clone Later And They Find Out That Dannys DNA Matches One Ra's Al Ghul.

They Now Think Danny Is An Escaped Ra's Al Ghul Clone.

Memes For The Vibes:

[goodsmellerart]

DEMON BUNNY SUPREMACY RUN THE WORLD

fanart of @wolfertinger666's awesome sona Salem

[i-mode]

don't play so coy now best friend

bonus :-) :-) :-) making that man suffer in the nicest ways possible

[warnadudenexttime]

The “holy miku binder” is sending me, comedy peaked here

confusion pt. 1

this takes place after the “idk, ly, ttyl” incorrect quote :))

based on this rb i did a few days ago :)

later …

not sure when the next update will be, but this is likely gonna be a 2/3 part comic :))

[zillychu]

art trade with @littlehornedoak! (check out her companion piece here!)

she asked me to draw my favorite dungeon meshi character with brushbug... I can't pick a favorite so I went with the one the chat would kin assign me

after finishing it I decided it needed another version too :)

[egophiliac]

just thinking about hair and faces

[sam-violet]

chillin in the hot springs 🌱

+ a closeup

[stevebabey]

have sum steddie! maybe modern!au, no upside down!au & a meet cute <3 | ao3

Steve sits in the booth, his foot tapping away mindlessly under the table, with half a mind to abandon the table entirely.

In fact, the only reason he hadn’t yet was because of the $20 he was hanging out for at the end. And the bragging rights, of course.

Robin had set him up on this blind date, plied him with all the promises in the world that he would enjoy it — said she’d spent a decent amount of time hunting for the right first gay date for Steve.

She also conceded that if he, for whatever reason, didn’t enjoy it, she would cough up 20 whole bucks for his wasted time. But he had to actually see the date through for the prize to be claimed.

And the bragging rights were so that Robin — with her uppity, healthy, and happy relationship that Steve was only a little bit envious of — could ease onto the breaks when it came to Steve’s love life.

So it was looking a little bleak at the moment, so what? Every stallion or… lion or whatever had their moments, right? Moments where their mane is a little uncouth and food is low and…. Where was he going with this?

The point was, that Robin got into one relationship and suddenly decided she was fit to become a high and mighty matchmaker. Never mind that Steve had reminded her numerous times that he had dated a lot more than she had.

So, for 20 bucks and the right to stick his tongue out at his best friend when she tried to meddle, Steve could stick one night out.

Besides, she was right about one thing. They weren’t in Hawkins anymore — and San Francisco had a hell of a larger dating pool than his hometown.

Still, that didn’t make people anymore for prompt for dates though, apparently. Steve’s foot taps incessantly under the table, his knee bouncing up and down in his nerves. He runs a hand through his hair and checks his watch again.

7 o’clock, Harvey’s Diner, a cute little Italian place that Steve had begun to frequent since they moved to the city, and a date with a dude called Daniel whom Steve had no idea what he looked like.

This was his Friday night plans.

His watch reads 7:12pm and Steve sighs, his fingers beginning to fiddle with the strap of his watch just for something to do. Great. He had gotten all dressed up for this? To be stood up? How was this any better than his usual Friday night plans that Robin claimed were so pathe—

“Hi.”

Someone sits down in the booth across from Steve, landing with a thump loud enough to give him a fright.

Steve’s head whips up from its focus on fiddling with his watch and— woah. Steve blinks once, twice, and feels his jaw unhinge a little, his lips parting an inch as he gazes at the stranger across from him.

Holy shit, this dude was hot.

He’s got curls for days, dark chocolate ringlets all messy and unkept spilling over his shoulders— long and probably perfect for burying your hands into. Steve flushes a little at the unexpected thought.

He has beautiful brown eyes, widened with a smudge of eyeliner and framed with long lashes. Steve thinks he can spy a smattering of freckles across his forehead. His nose is long and his lips are plush and pink and holy shit, this dude was pretty.

“Oh— hi.” Steve manages to remember his manners. Only after he fully checked this dude out, of course.

God, couldn’t Robin have given him a better warning than just ‘he’s probably your type’? Couldn’t she have warned him that this dude was ‘do-a-double-take-on-the-street type hot?’ What the fuck Robin?

The man across from him grins, wicked and alluring all at once, and shucks off his heavy leather jacket. His eyes do a once-over on Steve, taking his time to check him out— which is great because Steve is stuck on all the glorious tattoos that have just been revealed. So much skin shown in his roughly chopped muscle-tee, swirling ink all down his arms. This dude is hot.

Silently, Steve curses Robin and the 20 dollars that is totally slipping away from him. Why did she have to be right all the time?

“Been waiting long?” The man, Daniel, asks as he makes himself comfortable across the table. He pushes his hair back with both hands, using one hand to gather it into a ponytail, holding it up to air out his neck and Steve now realises he is slightly puffed.

He must’ve run part of the way here, to avoid being later than he was. Steve can’t help but be slightly endeared by that fact.

The man grins again, “Promise I was trying to be on time but, you know how the subway is.”

Steve huffs out a laugh, any annoyance at being kept waiting melting away at his date’s sincerity.

“Not too long,” Steve admits, smiling to ease Daniel’s apparent concern. Across the table, Daniel slumps a little and releases his hair, his curls pooling back around his shoulders. Steve watches, entranced.

“Well, that’s good,” Daniel smiles, eyes bright like he really means it, and his hand darts out to steal the drinks menu from the edge of the table. He looks back over to Steve, a furrow in his brows. “You didn’t order anything?”

“I thought I should wait,” Steve says with a shrug. No point paying for food if your date never shows up.

Daniel looks up from the menu through his lashes and smiles, placing his elbow on the table and dropping his chin in the palm of his hand. “Aw, you’re sweet.”

Steve is a little embarrassed by how easily the compliment makes him blush, feeling his cheeks glow lightly. Across the table, Daniel seems to revel in it, drinking in the way Steve’s face filled with colour with a cheeky smile. His eyes flick back down to the menu.

“You know,” Daniel begins, keeping his eyes on the menu, scanning it with a hum. “Chrissy said you were good looking but I think she seriously undersold you.”

He takes his eyes off the menu to trail up Steve’s body, his gaze heavy. Steve feels a delighted zing go up his spine, feels the way he preens at Daniel’s attraction. Steve opens his mouth to respond, more than ready to return the flirt when—

“Can I get you two started with anything?”

The waitress interrupts. She’s poised with her notepad, standing at the edge of the booth. Daniel perks up and nods.

“Can I get a chocolate milkshake please?” He asks with a polite smile. Steve laughs lightly at his selection and Daniel’s gaze cuts from the waitress to Steve.

“What? Not a milkshake man?”

Steve tries to contain his grin, all too endeared by the man before him. He shakes his head and raises his hand in defense. “Nothing against milkshakes just… for dinner?”

Daniel gasps theatrically and his head snaps back to the waitress. “This man has never had the delight of a Harvey’s milkshake with his dinner. Please bring us two chocolate milkshakes!”

Steve watches as the waitress dutifully writes down the order and turns on her heel, heading for the kitchen. He turns back to his date and gapes, taken aback by the forwardness.

“Did you just order for me?”

“Did you just diss milkshakes?”

Steve scoffs, but even then he can’t stop his lips from curling up into a smile. He can’t believe it but he’s genuinely glad he waited this date out. It's not at all like he was expecting. Even Robin's short description of this dude pales in comparison to the real thing. Steve nudges his foot forward into Daniel’s shin lightly.

“I did not diss milkshakes,” Steve argues, his smile widening at how Daniel’s eyes dart to the table before back up at Steve with a grin.

“Uh huh,” Daniel nods, his voice sarcastic and 100% unbelieving of Steve’s insistence. “Just wait, okay? You’ll be changing your tune soon enough. Harvey’s milkshakes are class. I’ve had a thousand of my best ideas in here, sipping on a chocolate milkshake.”

Steve grins and leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. Under the table, he feels Daniel’s boot nudge against his leg gently— and he laughs to himself. This has gotta be the most teenage way of flirting and he’s fucking loving it.

“You know,” Steve begins hesitantly, letting his forearms lean up against the table. “You’re not quite what I expected, Daniel.”

Across the table, Daniel scrunches up his face, his expression one of pure befuddlement. He puts his hands flat on the table and leans forward.

“Wait, you think my name is Daniel?”

Steve splutters for a moment because even though the answer is duh, yes, it’s become increasingly apparent that the man across from him is not who he was expecting. But if he’s not Daniel, who is he?

Suddenly, the door chimes and someone else is entering the diner. It’s a man dressed like Steve — on the preppy side with hair that must’ve taken at least an hour. He scans the booth and spots Steve’s booth, wandering over, his eyes fixed on the man across from Steve.

“Hey, are you Eddie?” He asks confidently, ignoring Steve’s presence on the other side of the booth.

The man — Eddie — freezes as he glances up at the newcomer and then back down to Steve ahead of him. Steve deflates a little inside as he realises abruptly what’s happened— a mix-up of wrong dates that was completely warranted because this dude dresses exactly like Steve. Steve doesn't stare too long to see if he's any hotter.

Instead, he tries to give Eddie the all-clear with his eyes. He smiles polite as he can and gives a little nod to let him know it was alright to abandon him for the date he was supposed to go on. Not to get stuck with Steve.

Eddie clears his throat and smiles, not cheeky like he had with Steve, but stiff and polite. “Ah sorry man, I think you’ve got the wrong guy. My name's Daniel.”

Huh? Steve takes his eyes off the table to steal a glimpse at Eddie (is his name even Eddie?) and something inside him burns hotly when the man glances across at Steve and winks.

The man standing by the booth wavers for a moment, glancing between them in the booth as Steve schools his expression to neutral. After a moment of silence, there's a half-assed apology as the man retreats, heading back out the door he had just come through. The door chimes again on his way out.

Steve straightens up and peers over his shoulder, watching the door slowly swing shut. He turns back to the man across the booth and squints at him. The waitress returns briefly, dropping two large chocolate shakes onto the table, topped with a mountain of cream. She murmurs something about coming back to take their order in a moment.

"Wait, so who are you?" Steve asks, gently sliding his shake closer to him. "Daniel or Eddie?"

His date —well, his new date— has already begun taking a big long sip from his own milkshake, so enamored with it that when he pulls away there's a dot of cream on the end of his nose. He swallows with a satisfied ah and grins across the table at Steve, not noticing the dairy on his face.

"I'm whoever gets me talking with you a little bit longer."

Steve grins, an endeared roll of his eye at the blatant flirting but he can't deny how it makes his chest warm. He grabs one of the napkins and reaches forward, adoring how Eddie goes cross-eyed as he watches Steve smudge away the cream on his nose. He laughs sheepishly, giving his nose a little wipe with his own hand.

"I'm Eddie." He says, finally introducing himself. He doesn't offer his hand, just gives Steve a little nudge under the table and a grin over his milkshake. "And I think you just saved me from a terrible date."

Steve laughs, giving a little shake of his head. He finally goes in for a sip of his own milkshake— and it's just as heavenly as Eddie had promised, glorious chocolate dancing over his taste buds.

Steve groans quietly, eyes bright when he glances at the other man over his glass, entirely amused by how wide-eyed Eddie has become. He releases the straw and sits back, more invested in this date than he has been in... years. Stallion's got its mojo back. Or lion. Whatever.

"I'm Steve," He responds, giving a little nudge back under the table and a grin of his own. "And I think you saved me from being stood up."

[petricorah]

scenes i loved from Real Enough to Get Me Through by @marriedzukka <333 [ids in alt]

[girlboyburger]

mspaint commissions !!!! all 16 of 'em!!

[puppyeared]

my attempt at making a fursona