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koauhane:

She shook her head slowly, “No… baby, no. I’m okay with all of this— I want this. I mean the timing isn’t perfect. but we’ll make it work.” Of course, she’d had a little more time to think about this than Keora had. But her concerns before telling Ke, had all been about how she would do it. “I just… I don’t know how I’m going to tell people this happened, I mean my Father, for starters, doesn’t know you’re kryptonian and I don’t really want him to– although, when this thing comes out with powers I think he’s going to know something isn’t right… And then there’s people at work, I can’t exactly keep it hidden forever, I am going to start showing soon… oh god, how… how big do Kyrptonian babies grow?! This thing isn’t going to be huge, is it…”

But we’ll make it work.      Suddenly she was feeling amazed at Lucy’s ability to accept their new status quo, and wondered how long she had known about her condition. ❝      hey, ❞ she replied softly, catching Lucy’s attention. ❝ There’s still time to figure all that out. I, surely there is an alternative explanation we can offer.  ❞ She rubbed her wrists, sensing the bout of panic that was about to come from the other, wishing she could prevent Lucy from “freaking out” like Keora had. ❝ We’ll get through this, and no, it isn’t going to be huge. ❞ Not that she remembered that, but she sensed that being uncertain about this  might cost her the last shred of calm that the other possessed. ❝ I’ll answer whatever questions you might have. ❞ 

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⟪ @koauhane​. ⟫             A HEARTBREAKING TEXT

texting… [ LANE, L; / “zhaolira” ]     he kissed me, yes.texting… [ LANE, L; / “zhaolira” ]     i won’t lie about it. it happened, and it meant nothing.texting… [ LANE, L; / “zhaolira” ]     htiaran customs... i didn’t have a choice!texting… [ LANE, L; / “zhaolira” ]     ... did i think about it afterwards? texting… [ LANE, L; / “zhaolira” ]     yeah.texting… [ LANE, L; / “zhaolira” ]     please call me back, lu. please.

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book starters [13]

                   ( CHUCK PALAHNIUK ) ( FIGHT CLUB ) ( WARNING : TRIGGERING THEMES )

“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”

“I don’t want to die without any scars.”

“This is your life and its ending one moment at a time.”

“You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.”

“You are not your job, you’re not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet.”

“You are not special.”

“You’re not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.”

“The things you used to own, now they own you.”

“Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.”

“Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.”

“Only after disaster can we be resurrected.”

“Everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.”

“We’ve all been raised believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t.”

“Don’t you have other things to do?”

“Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic.”

“You have been warned.”

“If you don’t know what you want, you end up with a lot you don’t.”

“It’s not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.”

“If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?”

“Why did I cause so much pain?”

“The lower you fall, the higher you’ll fly.”

“Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer.”

“May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.”

“Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.”

“We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.”

“The girl is infectious human waste.”

“I want to destroy everything beautiful I’ll never have.”

“On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.”

“If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?”

“It is like you’re never really awake; but you’re never really asleep.”

“Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.”

“A moment is the most you could ever expect from perfection.”

“The people you’re trying to step on, we’re everyone you depend on.”

“You have to give up!”

“Reject the basic assumptions of civilisation, especially the importance of material possessions.”

“Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing.”

“You have to realise that someday you will die, Until you know that, you are useless.”

“A tiger can smile. A snake will say it loves you.”

“Lies make us evil.”

“If you died right now, how would you feel about your life?”

“You always kill the one you love.”

“Maybe we should always assume the worst.”

“Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.”

“Which is worse: Hell or nothing?”

“A minute of perfection is worth the effort.”

“You’re going to die, tonight. You might die in one second or in one hour, you decide.”

“Lie to me. Tell me the first thing off the top of your head. Make something up.”

“I don’t give a shit. I have a gun.”

“I know who you are. I know where you live.”

“Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of your life.”

“My philosophy of life is that I can die at any moment. And the tragedy of my life is that I do not.”

“Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. You can’t touch anything and nothing can touch you.”

“There are a lot of things we don’t want to know about the people we love.”

“We just had a near-life experience.”

“If people think you are dying, they give you their full attention. They listen instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.”

“I am nothing, and not even that.”

“This isn’t really death. —- We’ll be legend. We won’t grow old.”

“Stop trying to control everything and just let go. Let go.”

“The amazing miracle of death, when one second you’re walking and talking, and the next second you’re an object.”

“Only if we’re caught and punished can we be saved.”

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tiny reminder that keora had some sort of undiagnosed attention deficit disorder as a child on krypton and was treated harsher because of it    ( what child psychology, you ask )  , which might be the reason why she is more likely to both ‘freak out’ at news, but also sorta hyperfocuses to compensate ??

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Describe how your Muse feels when they look at my Muse.

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Jeune et Jolie (2013) dir. François Ozon

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koauhane:

“Hey, so it wasn’t planned. But I’m not goi— I won’t get rid of this baby, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”  Lucy hooked her finger under Keora’s chin, bringing their eyes to meet; she needed the intimacy it created, she needed to see if Keora was being honest with her. “I love you, Ke… but I need to know, you freaked out pretty bad when I told you, so do you—do you want this?”

Her features must have been quite stunned, hands clasping around Lucy’s. ❝ What, no. That’s... ❞ Not what I meant.   ❝       wonderful. ❞   She dared a smile, one that bloomed across insecure features. Rested her forehead against Lucy’s, she released a calmer breath, body relaxing against Lucy’s, like it was used to. ❝ You continue to surprise the life out of me, ❞  she whispered, tempted to slip into her native tongue ( unable to find the proper words for this, the rites for this, in the English tongue ) but knowing Lucy’s possession of the language still new, tried to shape words.  ❝ I want this. Direly, zhaolira, but I could never ask you to do this. It would be a crime to presume, and I will not make a criminal of myself simply because I selfishly want this. ❞

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koauhane:

“Okay, look…” Lucy pushed herself up from leaning on the door, taking a few steps further into their room as she approached Keora. “I believe you, I do. Because I don’t think— if I wasn’t already pregnant— I would believe it either.” And with her words, came another soft laugh. She had to keep  the mood as light as possible, for her sake, and for Keora’s sake; but mostly for their baby’s sake. “But I’m pregnant, and I’m gonna need you to—” Lucy reached out, softly taking Keora by the arm to halt her pacing. “…to stop freaking out on me, because I–we… need you.” 

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koauhane:

She couldn’t help the smile that rested on her lips, as she watched her girlfriend pacing their room. She found it quite funny how in ( almost ) any other relationship she would be the one having the answer to her girlfriend about how she got pregnant— it was actually what she was expecting, not that she had anything to explain, she knew she hadn’t cheated— but here Keora was, trying to explain how she got her pregnant. “So you didn’t think to tell me there’s a chance– even if it was a small, somewhat mythological chance– we could get pregnant?” Lucy raised her brow, not shifting at all in her stance against the door frame. 

  ❝ I.... ❞   Keora opened her mouth to explain,        to make her see reason, to tell her that the alleged    ‘ somewhat mythological chance ’   had been the equivalent of seeing a dragon in the middle of downtown National City, but gulped instead, hands beginning to tremble as she rubbed her Guild mark.  ❝ I thought it rubbish. I mean, why would the scientists of Krypton have designed... ❞  She shook her head, feeling her anger with the Science Guild rear once again; how they always seemed to make her feel useless, redundant ( although clearly not in this case. ) ❝ Of course. Anything for the sakes of survival. ❞ She felt tears prickle against her cheeks. ❝ But yes, it was possible. Hearsay and myth, and I hadn’t thought it... viable. Not with my medical record. ❞

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⟪ @koauhane. ⟫             A SUGGESTIVE TEXT

texting... [ LANE, L; / “zhaolira” ]     jameson got darted. mission got canceled.texting... [ LANE, L; / “zhaolira” ]     which, while sucks, puts me in n.c. till tomorrow’s briefing.texting... [ LANE, L; / “zhaolira” ]     i can be at your place with penne carbonara in ten?texting... [ LANE, L; / “zhaolira” ]     provided that vasquez isn’t keeping you pinned up. texting... [ LANE, L; / “zhaolira” ]     that’s usually my job, after all.texting... [ LANE, L; / “zhaolira” ]     remember to pre-stretch before you leave. ;)

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*just going to leave this here*

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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She’d been pacing the room long enough to start to feel a slight dent in the floorboards, the suggestion of trackmarks. When Lucy spoke to her, however, her eyes and attention snapped back to her, and her hyperventilation slowed down a little, leaving her to notice the small details, like how the light from the skylight falls on Lucy’s face, and her body language, inevitably coming to rest, with a bitten lower lip, upon her midsection. ❝ I’m sorry about that, ❞ she said, seemingly in one breath coming out like a low imsorryaboutthat, and she forced herself to slow down, expression sheepish at best.   ❝ I just       I really didn’t expect this to happen. I mean, on Krypton, it was little more than a   M Y T H , I didn’t expect... ❞  She fumbled with her words, but her face lit up with a shy smile nonetheless.   ❝ On Krypton, pairings didn’t necessarily have to be between the traditional male and female. ❞

              Lucy entered their bedroom, arms folded across her chest as she leaned against the door frame. “So… I scooped the pan out of the trash, and cleaned up a little— I mean luckily you threw everything in the trash and not just to the ground.” She gave a shrug, that was the least of their concerns right now; and there was a smile that threatened her lips, but she looked down to avoiding showing her amusement; as the thought of Keora’s face replayed in her mind. “You stopped freaking out long enough to explain how this happened… I mean I know I didn’t sleep with anyone else so…” 

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roltikkonn:

      Darla laughed, not unkindly, but loud and fully.   ❝ And here I thought that you were BIG AND TOUGH and nothing could hurt you. ❞   Her smile was wide     light and filled with affection     before it turned more MISCHIEVOUS.   ❝ Just what are you gonna do if I refuse to cooperate with you? ❞

       ❝  Maybe I’m just a bit selective as to who I let hurt me, ❞    Keora pointed out, settling atop the bar stool and letting long, slender fingers dance gingerly across the desk, trying not to make not of the textures they encountered. She tilted her head, matching Darla’s expression, releasing a DRAMATIC BREATH,   ❝  Why, I suppose I’d have to take my drinking business elsewhere. Too bad, ‘considering I fancy the bartender. ❞

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inze:

      “I’m not saying you are weak,” Astra snapped. “I’m saying that your bones are not the same density as steel without the powers we are given.” Clearly Keora didn’t believe her words and that more than anything further annoyed Astra. She growled and reached out again, hand pressing to the other woman’s chest, moving forward to slam her back into a wall. “If you are so strong then why don’t you push me off, Ke? Because I don’t think you can. It doesn’t matter what you do to me, I can’t be hurt by anyone anymore.” 

           Heated rage ran hot beneath Keora’s eyes, so that if she could have, her eyes might have burned a hole in the back of Astra’s skull. Yet alas it proved her point, and her anger grew viler, looking away and refusing Astra the satisfaction of defiance, of proving her movements a restraint. Instead she reached for her psionic barriers, pressed them hard against Astra’s skull in parry. ❝ I need not be a woman of steel, my General, ❞   she spat, anger nearly causing her voice to break,    ❝ and I     R E F U S E   to be like her. ❞

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inze:

         A low chuckle comes from Astra’s lips and she shakes her head slightly. “<I hear your words, but so far all I hear is a lot of talking.>” It’s easier to fall into their shared native tongue in these moments and Astra shifts her leg, moving her thigh in between Keora’s pushing upwards, trying to be as provocative as possible, seeing how much she could get away with. 

 And PROVOCATIVE she is, her General, and the movement issues a sharp inhalation of breath, much to probable delight of the other.     Fingers latch like claws into soft skin, otherwise   i m p e n e t r a b l e,  and Keora sees Rao’s light behind her eyelids, carves the crescents of Mithen in the skin stretched along Astra’s ribs. “<Mine.>”