Would You Accept The Flower?

“Close some doors. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because they no longer lead somewhere.”

— Paulo Coelho

Let me just say this. Miedema was the best player on that field today. I don’t care if she missed a penalty, anyone giving her a hard time get‘s a punch to the face.

cmon girlies we’re picking out a 10k+ single chapter fic on ao3 to read stomach down head turned towards our phones held next to our pillows as we move only our thumbs to scroll until our sedatives knock us out

You deserve a calm love with someone who's good for your mental health and nervous system. Someone who brings out your soft side – not your survival side.

Spreading the love…fic edition

I saw a tweet from @coffeeshib looking to give some lesser-known fics some love…so here are some fics I have really enjoyed and wanted to share. If you see this I hope maybe you’ll give them a read and also post some of your own well-loved favorites.

dead mom issues by from_a_recklesswriter (@n3wkied0nth3bl0ck)

grief but also all of motley by @c-optimistic

how do you say ‘kiss me’? by catchmeimfalling

Kryptonian Lullaby by @thebluewritingbench

Let Me Count the Ways by @inkedroplets

Lost and Found by Quokkai

love me like you mean it and i know i cannot heal this hurt (but i will hold you here forever, if i can) by nostradamusO

Lover’s Gambit by PaperHatsandPaperBoats ( @paperhatintherain)

Alone Together by oversentimentalgay

echoes of a broken heart by @contagiousiridescence

Last Daughter by @douglasamongus

Mondays are the Worst by @storyiicharacter​

The corner by Sydney563 (WIP)

Supercorp bodyswap where Kara is immediately miserable because of how many back issues Lena has from sitting at a computer all day

They’re all standing in a very restricted, very awkward section of the DEO lab, sealed for all intents and purposes from outside view. Alex has a clipboard in hand, her pen hovering, like she can’t quite decide what to record.

“Lena,” Lena whines out loud, very obviously not to herself. She bounces on her feet. “Do you know how many blisters you have? It’s so uncomfortable in these shoes!”

“I mean, yes, Kara,” Kara responds in a clip, looking extremely stiff in her Supergirl regalia. Even her voice seems lower, aloof, and trained. “You’re in my body.”

Alex lifts her eyebrows, an expression she’s clearly made at least a dozen times since entering this room, and she makes a few notes.

“I’m so tired. My eyes are burning.”

Kara scoffs. “Please, it is not that bad. I’m starving, and I just ate. I feel like a bottomless black hole.”

“You’re not wrong,” Alex mutters to herself.

“You’re starving? I’m starving. Kale salads are not enough, I told you!”

Kara scoffs, but Lena continues, rubbing a hand to the small of her back.

“And my back is killing me.”

Her hands run around her own waist, and up. As if feeling, testing for other injuries. But they keep going up. And up. Kara stares at her intently as Lena lightly cups her own breasts, not thinking. Kara’s mouth falls slightly open.

“Do you not wear enough support?”

"Excuse me!” Kara yelps, high-pitched. “I--I wear enough support! You’re not--you’re not even wearing a bra! Under this!”

She motions to the super suit, blushing furiously.

Kara’s hands roam to slightly under her pencil skirt, lifting delicating to look.

“Is this a thong? I hate it!”

“You wear men’s boxers!”

“Hm,” Alex makes a note on her clipboard.

“DO NOT PUT THAT IN THE REPORT!” they both yell in tandem.

Twinsies 👂

“I felt like I wasn’t enough for a very long time, and then somehow I just decided that I was. And I decided that I was enough for me and if I wasn’t enough for him at the time, it wasn’t my fault and it wasn’t his fault either. And it still is nobody’s fault when I don’t fit with another person. Love is beautiful and soft and achy and harsh and I think I’ve decided that not many people deserve to make me feel those things. I think I decided who I’m going to let destroy me and who I’m not. You and I, we deserve that much, don’t you think? I have weak moments constantly. I’m still drowning in love that may or may not return but has been absent for years. Absolutely drowning in it. But I am enough for me and you are enough for you. And whoever is coming or coming back, whoever is for us, we will be enough for them too”

— Emery Allen