I WANT IT TO BE BETTER.

❝ I'm an X-man because I don't want the world to be like this. ❞ Kitty Pryde. 26. Teacher. [ closed rp blog ]

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ofmagikandlimbo‌:

Illyana leaned into Katya’s touch, usually she avoided touch except for a few rare moments, but she’d been gone for three years. What she once avoided she now almost craved especially from Katya, wanting to be as close to her as possible, she’d been separated from her for three years. She didn’t remember much from being dead but one thing she remembered was feeling Katya’s presence, it had been comforting, an escape, from what she didn’t know. “Beautiful” Illyana replied, instantly missing Katya’s touch when she removed her hand “it means beautiful… you’re beautiful” she added after a moment, a slight smile on her face as she looked at the other woman.

She let Katya pull her away, following her away from the railing and into the middle of the balcony, she’d follow Katya anywhere, though wasn’t that what had cost her her life in the end? She didn’t care though, she’d do it all over again if she had to and she’d still follow Katya anywhere. “I don’t want water, I want another drink” she said, it was the only thing keeping the thoughts of death and being brought back wrong at bay. Wrong, it’s wrong, you shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t have come back. She didn’t like to linger on those thoughts, because she knew it was true, she shouldn’t have come back, she should still be dead.

“Beautiful, huh?” Kitty grinned, turning her head to hide a flush. “Yeah, sounds like the kind of unoriginal thing your brother would say, huh?” She nudged her, trying to spark up the sober part of Illyana that loved to complain about Piotr with her. She needed her safe, she needed her okay and here.

“No, no you don’t.” Kitty reached for her friend, pulling her away from the railing and away from the party. On the balcony, in this space, it was just them. Just the way they used to be. “Do you remember---” she started, then gulped, searching Illyana’s eyes. “Do you remember when we were younger? Just us in our room? And we’d put the music up and--” Kitty reached for Illyana’s hands, holding them tight in hers. She needed her concentrating, thinking about things besides getting drunk...well, drunker. “Do you wanna dance? I wanna dance with you.” The music was slow, not anything like the upbeat pop-disco Kitty made them listen to in their youth. But a dance was a dance and she loved dancing.

[medusagirlfriend-blog]

Natalie Diaz, “Isn’t the Air Also a Body, Moving?”

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ofalexdanvers‌:

“Well, I didn’t figure out I was gay until around three years ago” she’d never considered she might be gay until Maggie thought she was asking her out and made a comment about it, she wondered how much longer it would have taken her to realize if she hadn’t met Maggie, would she still be in denial or would she have figured it out some other way? Not that it mattered now though. “I don’t really know how to explain it, but when I realized I liked women things just made more sense y’know? Things from my past, why I never really had any interest in men, why I broke up with the one boyfriend I had because he wrote poetry about me” she knew now that had only been an excuse to end the relationship. “I had a crush on my best friend when I was younger but I didn’t realize it was a crush until I realized I was gay.”

Kitty listened, waited, observed. Her brown eyes fell to the older woman and again, she listened, waited, observed. She’d heard stories like these, but she never tied them to herself. Never connected them. And then she was talking about her best friend and a crush and Kitty paled. The mutant shot out of her seat, leaning over this way and that because of the alcohol but sure that her mind was now glaringly sober. Too sober, probably. “B-but I’m not like that...” she mumbled, strictly to reassure herself. “I like--I like men. I almost married one. I do---I do like men.” She’d heard of bisexuality, she wasn’t an idiot. But connecting to her was another story. “And my best friend she...” it was complicated with her. Too complicated. Can you still have a crush on someone whose life you ruined? “How did things make sense?” She asked, swaying gently where she stood. “Can you---like how did you know? How did it make sense? Did you---did you sleep with women and feel---feel---” she closed her eyes, thinking the words might leave her better if she couldn’t see, “are you even allowed to find out something like that about yourself so late? Shouldn’t you have everything figured out already?”

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ofcosmicwonder‌:

(✉ → γατάκι): just you is enough. […] (✉ → γατάκι): I challenged the demon to a duel. (✉ → γατάκι): and somehow Illyana came back (✉ → γατάκι): when she stabbed me and–[DELETED] (✉ → γατάκι): her sword cut through my lasso and destroyed it and the magic from it somehow brought her back. (✉ → γατάκι): Your friend is back. (✉ → γατάκι): please just think about that. (✉ → γατάκι): I have a friend… one of the former Titans… her father is a demon who possessed her in an attempt to drive her mad and take over the world. (✉ → γατάκι): seeing Darkchylde reminded me of that. (✉ → γατάκι): I’m okay. Supergirl helped me. (✉ → γατάκι): I’m sorry. I did not mean to hurt you. (✉ → γατάκι): I should have told you beforehand. (✉ → γατάκι): but scott was dead and–[DELETED]

( ✉️ ➜ donna ): it’s never enough [DELETED] ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): it’s never been enough for anyone else. are you sure? [...] ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): oh, donna... [DELETED] [kitty types and deletes and types for a long time] ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): is your lasso okay? ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): please don’t be sorry, donna. I’m tired of people being sorry... ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): can I see you?

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ofcosmicwonder‌:

(✉ → γατάκι): by being there (✉ → γατάκι): by being you. (✉ → γατάκι): do you mean that [DELETED] (✉ → γατάκι): I always knew you had good taste. […springing forward in time…yes… that is a daylight savings pun…] (✉ → γατάκι): I don’t know if she’s come to see you (✉ → γατάκι): but… Illyana is back (✉ → γατάκι): Darkchylde is gone. (✉ → γατάκι): i know it can’t fix everything but– [DELETED] (✉ → γατάκι): I wanted you to know that she’s okay now.

( ✉️ ➜ donna ): that’s it? You don’t want more? ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): oh. ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): ....what did you do? ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): I mean. How? How is she ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): what did you do? ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): did you have to hurt yourself, donna? for this? ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): when does the breaking stop? when does the hurting end?

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ofcosmicwonder‌:

(✉ → γατάκι): you do help. (✉ → γατάκι): you’ve helped me more times than I deserve. (✉ → γατάκι): just being with you helps. (✉ → γατάκι): i’m on my way over (✉ → γατάκι): if you don’t want me there then I’ll leave. (✉ → γατάκι): but i can’t eat this ice-cream all by myself.

( ✉️ ➜ donna ): how....how do I help? ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): can you tell me how? ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): okay. ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): no i ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): I want you ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): R ICECREAM!!!!! BRING ROCKY ROAD THAT’S MY FAVORITE FOR NOW

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ofalexdanvers‌:

This woman honestly seemed to have no idea that she was in a gay bar, how she didn’t know was beyond Alex because it was pretty obvious. “You are, this is a gay bar” she said with a small shrug. “That’s why I’m here, I’m gay” she hadn’t always been as comfortable saying that out loud as she was now “so I’m at a gay bar” she wasn’t sure if her words would get through to the other woman but at least she’d tried. “I’m not trying to distract you.”

“Oh good for you then!” Kitty beamed, nudging the woman. “I mean, it’s good to be gay! Not that I’m---I’m not--” She swallowed thickly, taking another glance around. Then back to her beer. It was hopelessly empty now. She looked back at the redhead, suddenly the attraction to her made Kitty’s jolt up. She remembered the things kids said about people like her well, she heard it about the mutant thing too. Kitty gulped, “b-but I’m not...” she trailed off, eyes falling to the floor. “How do you know? If you’re gay? How do you---not that I am! But how do you...”

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@mistressxfmagnetism

Kitty didn’t like violence. Of course, that was a hard thing to argue when she ran around with a vendetta in her eyes and blood splattered on to the end of her trailing red coat---the red to hide the blood she was too lazy (too tired) to wash out. “He went that way, Lorna!” And if she could have known, two months ago...three months ago, a year ago, even. That’d it’s come to this, her encouraging violence with a girl she wanted to teach peace to...well, she might have thought better of it. Now it just seemed like the smart thing to do. There was no humor in her tone, no desire for their usual banter and her insistence that Lorna was still a child. In war, there were no children. Mutants, they didn’t get that pleasure. “Come on, come on, we’ll lose the enforcer if we don’t run and he saw our faces so it’s not like we can let him go!” Even if she thought either of them wanted to. They wanted pain, they wanted blood.

And they’d have it.

[jeangrcysummers]

@chicagospryde​

Charles mentioned Kitty wanting them to do more, to get off the sidelines and speak out against the Accords and fight for mutants in a way that didn’t involve shifting people underground or moving them across borders. Jean was hesitant to agree with her perspective, so used to the way they’d handled things in the past – so used to trying to maintain the peace, not eager to bring yet more heat on mutants than they already had. They were representatives of their kind, for better or for worse, and Jean wanted to be an advocate, a role model, perfect.

She’d always wanted to be perfect. Now, everyone was beginning to see just how easily that veneer could crack.

Erik saved her from the Raft. Scott was dead. Enforcers shot the love of her life in broad daylight because they refused to step down to a sting. She was carted to prison for daring to intervene using powers she hadn’t admitted to the government. And now … well now, Jean understood Kitty’s perception. She went looking for the younger girl as soon as the bruises on her wrists and neck were beginning to heal, though her face was still swollen and blood still hardened under her nails.

“Kitty,” Jean said from the other side of the door, before sending out a mental call of her name. “It’s Jean. I … I would really like to talk to you, if you’re up for it.” If she wasn’t, Jean wasn’t entirely sure what she would do, how she would feel.

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Happiness and mutants didn’t mix. Kitty had learned that lesson young, and every time she thought her heart might have the capacity to cope, life had its way of twisting the proverbial knife. When, exactly,would this war end and they finally had their chance to breathe? It wasn’t enough to be living in a world that hated them, the had to drag themselves across the ground until their nails bled.

And none knew it better than Jean Grey herself. When did death stop taking from her? When did life start giving?

Kitty could feel Jean before she could hear her, mentally or otherwise. There was something about the Phoenix that radiated a type of heat, Kitty wondered if Jean knew it. She’d gotten used to the feeling with Rachel, a whole room encapsulated in her warmth. The younger mutant turned, still dressed in her funeral blacks for no reason other than picking through her usual peppy and discordant fashion felt like an insult. 

“This must be hard for you,” she spoke in a coldness that shocked even herself. There sat anger behind her brown eyes, pain inside her body that begged to be heard and clawed into her flesh its demand to be seen. “Why do I keep living? Why do I---you and Scott and everyone--you’re always dying and here I am. Alive. And I have to stand here and I have to give eulogies while you---” she closed her eyes, she didn’t want to yell at Jean. Not because she feared the fire bird, she’d never been afraid of the cursed thing, but because she knew better. “You’re back from prison and the first thing I do is pelt you with philosophical questions. But there’s---there’s something that’s been nagging me,” Kitty stepped closer, her eyes betraying the frigid anger underneath--the fatigue and the years of pain and pain again. She lived. She lived through it all. At 13, at 26. She was here, she’d always been here. Living. Moving on. Looking forward when the rest of the X-Men scrambled around her. Her and death had an odd relationship. “You said the phoenix was gone. For good. You said for good. You said---I believed you. I thought I’d never see Rachel again and you let me--” she closed her eyes; Rachel was another can of worms. 

“Sorry, you wanted to talk?”

[lostcap]

You were a star, my dear, the brightest in all the skies. But stars burn out, my dear, and everything golden dies.

You were, my dear, is the saddest sentence left to say | p.d (via lostcap)

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mistressxfmagnetism‌:

[ ✉️ → KittyKat ]: Kitty. i’m almost twenty three [ ✉️ → KittyKat ]: and a bisexual with eyes [ ✉️ → KittyKat ]: wait what do you mean too? [ ✉️ → KittyKat ]: kitty!

( ✉️ ➜ magnet-child ): 23 - 11 = 12. You’re 12 ( ✉️ ➜ magnet-child ): I DON’T FIND HER HOT ( ✉️ ➜ magnet-child ): listen to me. listen very carefully to me. ( ✉️ ➜ magnet-child ): she got you arrested, almost. neither of us can think she’s hot ( ✉️ ➜ magnet-child ): also im straight so it’s weird ( ✉️ ➜ magnet-child ): ANYWAY how are you?

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ofcosmicwonder‌:

(✉ → γατάκι): [unsent] that doesn’t answer my- (✉ → γατάκι): i watched it at my apartment this year. (✉ → γατάκι): [unsent] you’re avoiding the-  […] (✉ → γατάκι): i am tired. (✉ → γατάκι): would you like company? (✉ → γατάκι): [unsent] i’m worried about you. (✉ → γατάκι): [unsent] nightmares aren’t sexy. (✉ → γατάκι): [unsent] it’s been hard to sleep since- (✉ → γατάκι): [unsent] is there going to be a funeral

( ✉️ ➜ donna ): right!!!! those bowls!!!!!! so super :) [...] ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): tired? why are you tired? are you having trouble sleeping again? do you want to watch criminal minds? I can make hot chocolate! and blankets. I can make a whole blanket I’ll learn to knit and then I’ll make one and then you won’t be tired anymore and I’ll be able to help for once in my stupid life and ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): I always love company :) McDoanld’s, that’s a company :) Walmart...also a company :) ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): Oh...those are shitty companies.... ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): fuck me. nothing ever comes out right [...] ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): look. you can do whatever you want! I’m going to vacuum a sandwich in the laundry :) :) :) :)

[ofcosmicwonder]

@chicagospryde

(✉ → γατάκι): i just saw the news about central park. (✉ → γατάκι): are you okay? (✉ → γατάκι): the man who died was your frie– (✉ → γατάκι): were you there? […] [… lots of attempts at typing and then not sending… ] […]

(✉ → γατάκι): is there anything i can do?

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[ there is an obscene amount of typing ] ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): yeah! nope! im perfectly fine! :) :) :) ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): did u see the superbowl? :) :) the bowl was very super this year :) :) :) :) ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): how r u???? haha thats good :)  [ more typing ] ( ✉️ ➜ donna ): u can keep being sexy haha :)

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maidenxfmight‌:

Kara’s boots hit pavement with a small splash, a bouquet of white carnations in one hand, and a small toy boat in the other. It wasn’t necessarily pouring, but it was enough to make flying almost uncomfortably wet. Inadvisably wet, but there she was, light curls wet and a little wild. Late, but unable to send any sort of text that may have called the whole thing off. Not because her phone wasn’t tucked safely into her boot, but because she simply didn’t want to.

She wasn’t even sure what she was doing. Platonic garbanzo in the rain? If there was some sort of Earth metaphor hidden in there somewhere, she had no idea what it could be. Even years immersing herself in Earth’s pop culture couldn’t prepare Kara for Kitty Pryde. It was like what she imagined tumbling around in a dryer might feel like: chaotic, never quite sure what she was looking at, a little disorienting. But it was fun. The things she held dear, that had always been concrete for her on Earth were somehow crumbling, but then there was Kitty.

Kind, bright, probably much smarter than she let on. Curious and open. Passionate and sad. Kara found herself waiting for text messages, just to see the light and the name. She wanted to show her the stars from the perspective of backyards lightyears away. She wanted her to smile. The truth was it didn’t matter what exactly they were doing standing in the rain. What mattered was it meant something to the both of them somehow, and maybe, just maybe it could make both of them happy, too. Kara couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so giddy to do something so ridiculous. Over a year? But it was Kitty, and she wasn’t going to question it.

“Looks like you’re Ryan Gosling.” She laughed as she pointed the bouquet at the mask. It was curiously intact, a thought she tucked away with a smile. “That makes me Rachel McAdams.”

She stepped forward with the bouquet held out, biting back a laugh at the ridiculous accent. For someone who hadn’t even seen the movie yet, Kitty had put in an awful amount of effort. “The accent is perfect, almost reminds me of someone.” She hesitated when she was close enough to talk without the yelling over the rain, smile still bright, all but bouncing on her toes. “I’ve got the boat, and the flowers. I don’t– I don’t know what we do from here. Do I get down on my knees, do we cry? I didn’t write you a letter a day for a year, but I can, if you want me to.”

There was something special about watching Supergirl descend from the sky like some sort of angel---Kitty thought she could see the cult angle a little better here. With reverence, Supergirl probably seemed like a god, but she held flowers and a tiny boat that cemented her in a way that was human. And Kitty knew better anyway, the awe she felt wasn’t too different from watching Scott blast a tree, or Warren soaring up on his pristine wings---if anyone looked like an angel, it was Angel. Still, there was something to be in awe of, and Kitty let her wonder play out over her face as she tried not to breathe in water. 

“So, you bring the flowers,” she smiled at the sight of them, keeping concentration to make sure her mask didn’t get ruined. The flowers were going to be drowned by the end of the night though, so they were doomed the moment Supergirl bought them (Which was a curious thought by itself, did she buy them in full costume? Probably not). “Oh no, we were both supposed to be Ryan Gosling. Now this is awkward; like going to a costume party without a costume.” She scrunched up her face to fight a sneeze, playing off the motion as some quirky facial expression. “You’re prettier than Rachel McAdams though, so it works out.”

Kitty took the flowers with a smile and a nod, taking care to stick Ryan Gosling’s face in the middle of the bouquet as though he suddenly gained a flower-body, “thank ya, ma’am. Ain’t these the prettiest carnations I done darn seen, sugah.” The ‘sugar’ was pushing it, even Kitty could feel it. She didn’t want to think about Rogue while she was trying to do whatever Platonic Garbanzo was supposed to be. “Don’t get on your knees, the floor is yucky.” Kitty tilted her head, glancing around them. Empty, some trees, but nothing really important around. And more relevant, no one around. “Come ‘ere,” she said, though she moved closer instead of waiting for Supergirl to close the space between them. “And don’t ask me! You’re the expert on The Notebook, I have no idea what happens in that movie. I think they lay down in the street right? But, wait, I want to show you something first.”

She moved close enough until stretching her arm didn’t seem like trying to bridge a divide, something comfortable, and put her hand on Supergirl’s arm. It wasn’t exactly pouring out, but it was raining just enough to make this work the way she wanted.

“Phasing,” she explained slowly, lifting the hand that held the mask and flowers up into the air and demonstrating the way droplets of water fell through her hand---the way they now fell through Supergirl too. She could phase anything she touched with ease, drag them into the same ethereal space of unmeaning as her. Except this was different, it wasn’t about creating a ghost like her, it was about sharing a feeling---about Platonic Garbanzo and a confession in the rain. Kitty might have lacked words, but she never failed where actions counted. “It feels a little weird at first, something with being able to see the rain but not have it touch you--expecting one thing but getting another. But it keeps you dry and warm and safe and I’ll be honest, I’m not much of a fighter. Super strength is neat, but you can let the world just go right through you instead of busting doors down.” She glanced at the boat, chuckling, “doesn’t help the boat much, but it might make writing me a year’s worth of letters a lot easier in this weather.” Kitty looked back up, a bright smile reserved for Supergirl and the oddity of this situation alone. “I think you said something about confessions in the rain too, and not to brag but I did google some poetry.”

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ofcosmicwonder‌:

Kitty blinked for a moment and Donna swore the other woman had somehow grown paler as if she might pass out. The cough did nothing to hide the obvious flash of pain that crossed Kitty’s face and Donna’s brow furrowed in worry. Something had happened. Something more than what had caused the divide between them. “We can talk. I’m just–” A pillow hit her face before the word ‘worried’ could escape from her lips.

Just as a smile began to slide across her face with an ease that only Kitty could bring, the frown was back as the smaller woman clutched her side in obvious pain. “Gatáki, please,” Donna said, the Greek word falling unbidden from her lips before she could stop herself as she reached out and placed a concerned hand on Kitty’s shoulder, leaning down to try and make eye contact. “Please.” She whispered now, her hand softening and drifting back to hover, not sure if the touch was ever welcome in the first place. “You are hurt.” Her eyes pleaded with Kitty so that the other might not deny the truth. “We can talk. I want to talk. Please… I am not going anywhere. I will stay as long as you will allow, and… I will answer all of your questions. Just, let me help you first.”

The mutant had readied herself to grab another pillow when the fabric fell from her fingers---half out of pain, fatigue and the inability to hold on to a pillow any longer. Half out of shock, her mind racing to register three things. The first: a name, something uttered in a language she didn’t know exactly, but that sounded vaguely familiar. Even through throwing her pillow and trying to drum up distraction, she hadn’t forgotten what Donna had done---the betrayal that hung over them. But hearing something uttered so softly from the woman’s lips made her forget everything but Donna, purely and simply as she was. The meaning might have been lost on her---and curses, she wished she knew other languages, each and every single one if it meant understanding Donna---but she could tell it’d been directed at her. She’d had enough nicknames that she knew the sound of them, even when she couldn’t understand. Pun’kin, kitten, kitty, kate, kit, katzchen, katya---the list went on. She fluttered from one name to the next, just as she had as Sprite, Ariel and now Shadowcat. Names were important, Kitty wouldn’t be able to tell anyone who Katherine was supposed to be. Nicknames always would be special to her, and she adored each one with the whole of her heart--the fact she could be special enough for a name of her own, loved enough to be given something one-of-a-kind. Whatever Donna was saying now, gave the woman rightful pause and her heart hummed, lips twitching as they demanded to widen into a gleeful grin. 

The second thing came in a hand against her shoulder, her skin burned under the place she’d been touched and left steadily in the wake of being called something special, her mind didn’t think to be opposed to the contact. She’d whined when Donna pulled away, even. Completely and utterly lost in the moment and devoid of the thoughts of past. The third, and last thing, was the softness to which Donna spoke. Like the softest silk falling against the hardest of rocks, like a concerned friend who cared without pause. “O-okay,” Kitty squeaked. Donna could have asked anything out of her in that moment and the mutant would have obliged. She pulled her sweater off and the cold of her apartment fell against her burning skin as she fell back against the sofa in what was an extremely obvious display that her mind had gone somewhere else. Then pain had shot threw her as she tried to move down, and she remembered, quite embarrassingly, what was actually happening.

“Oh, right--” Kitty sat up, smiling gently as though she weren’t in immeasurable amounts of pain. “I keep all my medical supplies right--ow, ow--” she pointed to a long cabinet by the door, “over there.” She reached down to peel off her bastardized attempt at a bandage and toss it haphazardly on her already ruined hardwood. “It doesn’t look that bad right? I tried suturing it myself but...” she trailed off, afraid to look down. She’d drank a bottle of whiskey for the pain, but it led to an unsteady hand, and the positioning was awkward to begin with---even with a gymnast's flexibility. “I, uh, fell on a sword. Hey, I never did get to see that sword of yours. I was promised a weapon, Donna. I can’t believe I was betrayed like this.”

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maidenxfmight‌:

SUBJECT: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: what di u think abut supergirls? TO: [email protected] FROM: [email protected]

Kitty :’)

Are extra limbs a byproduct of guilt? I feel cheated, where are my extra limbs? And related to that, why is Supergirl the only one not winning in this situation?

Please, do! You can give them my email, or my office number, which is also in my email signature. Email would probably be best, however, as I’m not sure anyone would be comfortable leaving names or numbers, if I’m not around to answer.

But have you tried turning it off and turning it on again?

You say it will be draining like I’ll ever be doing anything more than sitting on my couch eating potstickers. What I mean is, if you want to also sit on a couch and eat potstickers, because it’s simple and easy, you’re always welcome. That takes nothing from me; potstickers are actually my favorite. I’m not trying to be the sun, just offering a safe place. Besides, you’re not asking, I’m offering! That has to be a loophole, right? I know the universe takes, and takes, and not any single one of us could ever give enough to make up for that. But I also know it’s made better for small kindnesses, and giving any small amount of happiness makes me happy in return.

I’ll attach photos! He’s the cutest, a little obnoxious, and so much energy. We haven’t picked out a name yet, it has to match the personality. He likes Fancy Feast, plastic fluff toys, and attacking my feet at night, any suggestions?

Perfect! I would like to see them together, along with a Kitty Pryde commentary track. I have a feeling you’ll know a lot more about them than I do. I’ll learn something from the whole experience, plus it’ll mean spending time with a friend. That’s right, confirmed, no take-backsies.

From someone who thinks it’s okay, we can be lost together, Kara Danvers

P.S. For the record, on the record, you’re the one who keeps bringing up the nudity! I’m pretty sure this is unconventional, but I’ll still offer clothing when you get here. My roommate might be a little shocked, though. P.P.S. Can you sing it? After Star Wars is musicals, consider this my formal request. Instead of discussing, we have to sing all of the songs, regardless of whether or not we can hit all of the notes, or know all of the words.

Kara Danvers | Reporter with Daily Planet Office: (xxx)xxx-xxxx 2023 Daily St New York City, NY

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SUBJECT: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: what di u think abut supergirls? TO: [email protected] FROM: [email protected]

Kara <|:(  (that’s me wearing a pointy hat and being sad)

Oh, they are. But only if you collect the seven shards of Mount Kabulothum and speak to the shaman behind the McDonald's down the street and answer his riddle correctly. Then, and only then, will you be granted the powers of guilt and extra limbs. Also a big mac, if you ask nicely. 

[Is that also a comment on the fact that you won’t text me or] Yeah, email! I’ll let people know! With recent changes and all those letters than keep being mailed in to Bugle, you’d be...well, probably not that shocked to learn that a lot of people just want a safe outlet to be able to tell their stories. 

Are you holding up okay with all of that? I guess trying to keep up press with everything must be a nightmare. And staying impartial...also a nightmare. Hope you’re staying safe, taking breaks when you need them, etc. 

Oh, do not start the IT humor with me, Ms. Danvers. I will NOT turn it off and on again, I’m going to make someone to remote access in and then shut my computer off half-way through just to spite them.

You like potsitckers? Somehow I pictured you as a grilled cheese kind of gal. This is a very welcome surprise. Yes, I just mean that it’s not fun having to be someone’s safe-spot all the time---or most of the time, or some of the time? I don’t know! I’d feel weird. I don’t even know how to talk about my feelings. What are feelings? Don’t know them! I’m actually a cyborg, Kara. Beep boop. Feelings.exe does not exist. 

How about the cutest, bestest boy ever? LOOK AT HIM! Oh, you’re probably already looking at him. Look at him again! Aw, he’s just the most adorable thing... Oh, don’t ask me for naming suggestions. Everything gets a Star Wars name or worse. Did you ever figure anything out for him though? Attacking your feet though...he’s a kinky boy. 

[If we’re friends why don’t you NOT email me? Oh no, this sounds like I’m some judgey and clingy bit] Well, I’d love a Kara Danvers commentary track. Oh wait, I already said that. This is what happens when you call me a friend, I lose my memory. But I’m holding you to that. I want to see what the fuss is with these potstickers. 

From someone who thinks that was an oddly romantic thing to say, and that you’re going to put Nicolas Sparks out of work, Kitty Pryde.

P.S. You’re going to regret that, Kara Danvers. I’m a very good at singing Disney songs. TOO GOOD, in fact. It’s why I had to be banned from it at the school I teach at, it was too good for them. They were jealous. P.P.S. But yes, that sounds amazing. It’s like you read my diary...of things I want to do. My aspiration diary? I’ll get back to you on the word for that.

[maidenxfmight]

closed starter for @chicagospryde​

The Staten Island Astrophysical Observatory didn’t exactly look human anymore. Small, otherworldly crystals were scattered throughout the telescope’s base and beyond, projecting galaxies above the bare observatory floor. The space was illuminated only by the soft blue glow of floating stars and planets, reinventing the room into something otherworldly. The telescope itself responded with high-pitched mechanical whirs every time Kara shifted the landscape of the holograms around them, checking each coordinate before Kitty had the chance to arrive.

The Phoenix Cluster, Rao, and something unknown. Only one of those requests had been easy. Kara moved quickly past the coordinates for Rao, the red sun burning bright in the center of the room for only a brief moment before zooming away in favor of a distant galaxy. She waited surrounded by stars, pulling in a breath. Her relationship with space was complicated; comfortable yet haunting with her family crest displayed on her chest; decidedly alien. She focused on the faint breeze against the outside of the observatory, the pitter patter of rabbits racing through scrub brush.

Noise, breaking apart the pervasive silence of space. It helped.

This was something for Kitty, and it was different. It was backyard telescopes and dreams of being an astronomer before she learned stars could fall. Kara knew better than most that the sky was filled with dead stars, but she also knew it was full of so many more that were still alive and burning bright. If she could show Kitty even a piece of the life that still teamed, pouring in droves from the Phoenix Cluster, maybe it could mean something. Or maybe she just wanted to give something that wasn’t a watch and the intangible promise of trust.

She checked her phone, ensured the right address and her ‘just come in when you get here,’ and swiped the holograms back to the Phoenix Cluster, the whir of the telescope marking the change.

[chicagospryde-a]

Kitty had always been excellent at hiding: hiding sadness, hiding affections she wasn’t sure she should be feeling, hiding thoughts, hiding pain and hobbies and parts of herself hidden so well even she forgot they ever existed. She knew how to hide a wound, how to mask the stench of alcohol against her clothing. Vaguely, she knew Supergirl---for all her super senses---would probably pick up on them anyway. But there had to be some case made for respect for the girl that tried so hard to hide, for the things she didn’t have the heart to let be found. For the poorly stitched wound across her stomach, an ironic call-back to one she’d had in what felt like a lifetime ago---a hospital and a mop and fingers that itched for something more. For her equally poor attempt to launder out the smell of whiskey from clothing that had seen far too much violence, and drown out with mouthwash what hours of brushing so hard her gums bled couldn’t conceal. 

She should have planned this visit better against her night activities, on a day she hadn’t gone out angry and desperate for something for her fists to connect with. But those days were slowly starting to become an everyday and she was ashamed to admit she’d forgotten about this thing she was so excited for. The reminder on her phone----“STATEN ISLAND WITH SUPERGIRL!!!! AHHHH!!!”---had screamed of a time she could still summon excitement instead of anger.

She would have cancelled if the same insecure part of her heart hadn’t be so sure that the offer would be gone if she didn’t take it now. And she’d wanted to see Supergirl, she always did. 

Slipping in was easy, a metaphor she’d made a thousand times about being nothing more than a wisp. She wasn’t even sure why she was sneaking around, surely Supergirl had gone through the right channels to arrange this meeting. But what she saw caught her off guard and slipping in through the wall she held her mouth to stop from screaming. “Crystals!” She said without thought, mesmerized first by the sight of them, then the stars projected. “Stars!” Walls, floor, Supergirl, what was it about being excited that made her point out of the obvious? What was it about the mundane that still made her so giddy? It was the sight of stars, she reasoned, part of them always made her feel like a bright-eyed girl again. “Hey there, stranger,” she breathed out, moving closer to greet Supergirl, acutely aware of manners and what they were. Kitty fiddled with the watch around her wrist, a new habit she’d gained thanks to the blonde hero. “This is the Pheonix cluster, isn’t it?” She asked, pointing up but not looking up, looking directly at Supergirl instead. Kitty knew all to well that if she tilted her head up she’d start crying and once she started crying, well, she always got so booger-y when she cried. “I guess this explains why you’d asked and...” she tilted her head up, unable to stop the desire to look at the very thing she’d spent so many years hoping and praying she could look at.

“There’s a Pheonix cluster,” Kitty said, the end of her pen in her mouth as she held up her little tablet for Rachel to see. She couldn’t tell if the woman was as thrilled about this as she was, but there had to be something said about stars and The Pheonix. “Like you! It’s--oh hey, don’t look at me like that! At least I’m not like Brian. Did you see him yesterday? He pointed at a chicken and said that was you.” 

Stars fell. Kitty sobbed. A hand quickly moving up to clasp over her mouth to quell the sound as she ignored her burning side. She tilted her head back down and looked at Supergirl, trying to get an apology out but struggling between tears. “I swearb I’m habby about thib,” she sob-mumbled out, despite her quivering lip.