#devouet

       ❝ hey, i know ALL TOO WELL what it’s like being gay in a town like this. i think you’re pretty fucking incredible, nicole. not that you need anyone’s approval but... you know... for what it’s worth... ❞

ULTRA BOY ( JO NAH )

“Haught-- I’m sorry I got the same haircut as you but we both look amazing. You should try letting your hair down for a mission.   Maybe not hiding your entire face.”

          Nicole had a firm but still somehow gentle grip on her hands. She had caught her in one of her fits, where she didn’t know what else to do but bring herself the pain she felt she deserved--the pain that if she endured might even out whatever karmic fuck you she’d put out into the universe. She was embarrassed, certain that Nicole was going to take one look at the scene and decide she was in over her head; but she hadn’t. Instead she had rushed to her, gently coaxed her hands away from causing her body any more harm, and now she was holding onto them. Judy hadn’t even realized she’d been trying to pull away from her grip but once Nicole pointed it out she stopped. Without this means of escape there was nothing left to do but let her head fall forward and onto the redhead’s shoulder.

          Her fight had left her and now she was exhausted. Without warning tears began to flow and she was left sobbing against her. It was a few minutes before she was able to calm down enough to form words. “I’m so sorry,” she croaked hoarsely. God, this was horrible. The last thing she wanted was for Nicole to see her like this. “I’m sorry,” she said again. She wasn’t even sure what she was apologizing for at this point but she was sure there was a good reason for it knowing her.

JENNIFER “JJ” JAREAU

‘ BORN BLUE ’

@devouet​ asked:  ‘ you feeling all right, baby? ’

Heaving a slow, protracted breath through her nose, the cool evening air and the hand smoothing warm, soothing circles into the back of her neck enough to temporarily distract her from the roiling insurgence of unwelcome nausea, Alex offered an assuaging nod, albeit against her better judgment.

“ Considering I almost got blown up, ”  she breathed, the fingertips that’d been pinching the bridge of her nose --- a reflex, useless to stop the foggy, murky ache still blooming behind her eyes --- seeking out Nicole’s hand, instead.  

"C’mon, Haughty. We’ve got work to do.”     She doesn’t want to move at all.  They’re both in the barn now, the Homestead is filled with shitty memories. The kind that whiskey can’t erase.   No one came back from the garden ever.  Somehow the heart of the town is missing. The life sucked out. They’re missing her sister, their soulmates. The cowboy and the angel. Wynonna often wonders if Waverly can see them up there, if she’s telling Doc what sad sacks they are being.  “Look. I don’t wanna get up either... but I’m here, isn’t that enough? I’m sorry I’m not... her.. but I’m not goin’ anywhere.  And if you want her back you’ll do something.”

@devouet​  said :     ❝  𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏’ ,   𝒊’𝒎 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚’𝒔 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 .  ❞

[    "  𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠,   &   𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞.  "    ]      it's  the  ginger's  BRAZEN  response  that  catches  her  off guard ,    one  corner  of  logan's  lips  hefting  to  the  sky  in  the  merest  bit .    weight  'pon  her  feet  is  SHIFTED  to  the  other  leg ,    tongue  pressing  hard  into  the  backs  of  porcelain  teeth .      “  okay,   loving the confidence ,    but the khakis . . .  "      clarifying  gesture  towards  nicole's  person  isn't  necessary ,    but  she  makes  it  anyways ;          "  —    don't really do it for me .  ”