Carol Warmup Ahhhh It’s Been So Longggg

Have you seen this absolutely awesome Ms. Marvel design by Kris Anka?

hey! if you are doing spnfemslash fic requests - 1980s au - please&thanks for your time :D

bless you for this 80s au, it kind of turned into 80s workout clothes porn? Just Hannah would be so cute in the whole getup, awww. thank you for this! So this is Hannah/Kim, mostly fluff.

Kim was tired, bone tired, dead tired. It was late, just after 9pmand she was sprawled out on the couch in her comfiest robe, hairstill wet from the long, warm shower, all alone with the kid alreadytucked into bed. Nothing on TV; bad sitcoms and worse dramas and shekind of hated Wednesdays.

Hannah was always late on Wednesdays.

But she had a weird way of turning up just when Kim startedseriously lamenting her absence. The door opened and Hannah breezedin grinning. Her hair bounced around her face, tugged up in a highponytail and held back with a bright blue sweatband that matched theoversized cut up hoodie falling off her shoulders. And okay, it wasworth the couple hours of loneliness because she always showed upbeautiful and energized, slightly sweaty but in a nice kind of way.She kicked off her shoes at the door, ridiculous neon pink things,dropped her matching bag on top and ambled over to the couch.

“Good class?” Kim asked, flipped the TV off and made room, whichwas useless anyway, since Hannah dropped down and snuggled up besideher, still workout damp, still hot as a furnace.

“Mhmm,” Hannah muttered, nuzzling into Kim’s robe, sliding onehand inside and warmly curling around her waist. “You should comewith me.”

Kim snorted a laugh and rolled her eyes, the same way she always didwhen Hannah said that, which was every Wednesday. “No, thanks. Ithink I blew out my shoulders on some twenty year old heap of junkthis afternoon. That’s enough exercise for me, thanks.”

“Aw, but it’s so much fun. We could get matching outfits.Legwarmers.”

“You’re not pleading your case very well.”

“Don’t you like legwarmers?” Hannah wiggled her legs around,covered from calf to ankle in more neon, purple this time, scrunchedover her black spandex.

“I like ‘em on you.”

“Maybe I’ll keep them on then?” Hannah only half-asked, lazilyrolling on top of Kim, sliding the big robe down around hershoulders, mouthing at her collarbone.

Kim chuckled lazily, tipping her head back, her eyes sinking closed.“Whatever you want,” she muttered. This was better than the hotshower, better than any soak in a tub, her girl brimming with thatperfect combination post-exercise energy and heat and hormones,stretching catlike on top of her. Wednesdays, late as they were,weren’t so bad.

art camp au

...this year jacob pond is going to an art camp at the local museum...

...between masterpieces and with the help of tessa, a camp counselor, and lenore, her docent girlfriend, they're going to set up his mom, amy, and the museum's curator, sarah... 

tessa/lenore and amy/sarah

The Star —- The Star represents a moment of renewed hope, inspiration and discovery.

Will be submitting as a tee. c: T-Shirts Commissions

LW!

hannah/kim :)

Thank you for the prompt, friend! <3 I hope you have a Happy New Year!! Hope you enjoy this!

Sometimes, Hannah just liked to spend her days watching Kim work on cars. The work shop was usually full, with pick up trucks or the occasional speciality car - like her friend Cas’ Lincoln Continental. Kim spent most of her days working on the vehicles, gracefully moving from car to car with a tool in hand. The only other person who worked at the shop was a young woman called Tracy Bell, so Kim definitely had her plate full, but she didn’t complain.

Hannah wasn’t one for the hard labour, she spent her time writing for a nature magazine. Still, she could appreciate the beauty of the craft. Kim was definitely talented at what she did - she could bring back cars from near death. Once someone came in with their suspension completely shot and twenty minutes to get it back on the road. Kim had managed to weld some scrap metal to create a new suspension, and did it in only 15 minutes. To say Kim was talented was an understatement. 

Kim coughed, letting Hannah know that they had reached the garage. Their drive to the garage was so early, Hannah let herself doze off in the passenger seat. Tracy Bell was already waiting outside the garage with her own car, tinkering with the engine. Sometimes Tracy was such a gearhead, all she wanted was to improve the sound of the engine on her own car. As they climbed out of the car, she greeted Hannah and Kim with a friendly smile and a wave.

“Mornin’ boss,” she grinned. Kim nodded, unlocking the door to the garage.

“Morning Tracy Bell,” Kim replied, pulling the shutter door up. “Listen, Hannah, we’re kinda backed up today, so Tracy isn’t going to be able to man the front desk at all…” Smiling, Hannah nodded at her fiancé.

“Of course,” Hannah laughed, following Kim and Tracy into the garage. As Kim said, there were more cars than usual, most with half engines falling out or windows missing. Tracy Bell immediately moved straight to a Dodge Charger, popping the hood with practiced ease. On the other hand, Kim traipsed over to the biggest truck on the floor - it belonged to the scrap guy, Bobby Singer. It was the biggest commission they had, so it was the most urgent. 

The sound of metal on metal filled the room, the sound was a comfort to Hannah. She hung up her blazer on the back of the chair, wheeling it up to the desk. There was a laptop and a phone on the desk to book appointments, but Hannah knew there was Word software on the system. It meant that she could work on her magazine articles while Kim worked on her cars. They could spend the whole day working on what they needed to do.

The morning wasn’t all that busy. Hannah had plenty of time to work on her article (these month’s issue was about the benefits of bee keepers.) while in between phone calls. There were only a couple of book-ins, people asking for MOTs or a regular servicing, and not a single soul came through the doors. Hannah was hopeful that there wouldn’t be a single breakdown all day.

By the time it came to 11am, Hannah’s stomach was starting to rumble. Pulling on her blazer, she called out to her friends.

“I’m going to get some lunch, do you want anything?” She asked. Tracy Bell pulled out from under an Impala, and Kim appeared from behind Bobby’s truck. 

“Grab me a BLT, would ya?” Kim smiled, wiping the grease off her hands with an old rag. 

“A can of coke would be great,” Tracy added. “And maybe a burger? I’m kinda hungry.“ 

Hannah laughed, heading out the door. She grabbed the keys to Kim’s car off the front desk, skipping towards the vehicle. She drove for about ten minutes into the town centre, to a place familiar to her. Hannah and Kim had gone on many dates to The Roadhouse bar, as the chef, Ellen made excellent food. As soon as she walked through the door, Ellen greeted her with a broad smile.

“Can I get a BLT for Kim, a burger for Tracy Bell, and I’d like a cheese and onion panini, please,” Hannah relayed as she walked over to the bar. Ellen nodded, shifting to the back for a second before reappearing. “Can I have three cans of coke, too?" 

"Comin’ up, Han,” Ellen grinned, reaching into a mini fridge and slamming down the coke on the counter. “How’s life?”

“It’s going great, my articles are gaining more traction, Kim’s garage is expanding,” Hannah replied, smile plastered to her face. 

“That’s great, Hun’, glad things are good,” Ellen told her sincerely. Hastily, Ellen looked back into the kitchen, cursing under her breath before running back there. There were sounds of crashing and clattering, another curse or two from Ellen before she reappeared. In her hands were three take-out boxes for Hannah to take.

“How much do I owe you?” Hannah asked, reaching into her pocket for change. 

“Don’t be silly,” Ellen waved her off. “Just make sure Kim buffs up my car real nice next time.” She winked, shoving the boxes into her arms. Gratefully, Hannah took the boxes and waved her goodbye.

When she got back to the garage, Kim and Tracy Bell were just cleaning up for lunch. Tracy undid her overalls, revealing a plaid shirt and denim shorts, but Kim just tied the sleeves of her jumpsuit around her waist. They both had happy expressions, eyeing up the take-out boxes Hannah’s arms. 

“Thanks babe,” Kim grinned, planting a sloppy on Hannah’s cheek. Hannah raised her eyebrow, letting Kim shift away before pulling her in for a more passionate kiss. 

“God guys, save it for the bedroom!” Tracy joked, slapping Hannah on the arm before stealing the boxes from her grip. Hannah was pretend angry at Tracy, but quickly began to laugh. Tracy handed out the take-out cartons before grabbing her coke from Hannah’s pocket. Kim gladly took her own food and handed Hannah hers. They sat around the computer desk, Hannah on Kim’s lap and Tracy on the wheely chair. They laughed through the whole lunch break, Tracy telling the story of when the IT chick who set up the web server - a nice girl name Charlie - tried to hit on her and accidentally punched her in the face. It was one of Hannah’s favourite story of Tracy Bell’s. 

Sometimes, Hannah liked to go to work with Kim to watch her work on the cars. But more importantly, Hannah liked to spend her lunch times with her fiancé - soon to be wife - joking with her two best friends. As she stared at her engagement ring, Hannah thought she couldn’t be happier.

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Fashionization

2014

Hannah x Kim for mrs-pants47

Whenever she’s feeling empty, Whenever she’s feeling insecure, Whenever her face is frozen, Unable to fake it anymore. Her shadow is always with her, Her shadow could always keep her small, So frightened that he won’t love her, She builds up a wall.

Oh no, she knows where to hide in the dark,  Oh no, she’s nowhere to hide in the dark.  She’s a star. She’s a star.