30 Jul 2018
If something happens often enough, it's seen as normal.
If something is normal, it’s not scrutinized.
And if you're not scrutinized, you can hide in plain sight.
For Maggie Sawyer, Red Ranger of the Dino Thunder Power Rangers, hiding in plain sight was nearly second nature.
First she was hiding her sexuality. Then it was her secret identity. Now? Now she had to hide the fact that she had been kicked out of her home for a second time in less than four years.
Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015), Power Rangers
18 Jun 2018
A collection of fics of Maggie's Power Ranger identity being yanked out of the closet
Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015), Power Rangers (2017)
10 Jun 2018
What if Lucy Lane was the Yellow Ranger?
a.k.a. Lucy Lane's guide for getting 4 friends and 2 girlfriends in 3 weeks
Alex’s sixth year at Hogwarts is thrown for a loop when her father Jeremiah is killed that summer. It seems the only thing that makes her feel normal anymore is her newfound friendship with longtime quidditch rival (and Hufflepuff’s new team captain) Maggie Sawyer.
Bookmarked by jaguarspot
18 Nov 2018
After Reign, Sam just wants her life to be normal, but she can't really do that when she's so much more. Everyone can see it, it just takes her a little longer.
“What about her?” Paris demanded, pointing an accusatory finger at Rory. “Isn’t there a penalty for sabotaging your competition?”
“I didn’t sabotage you!” Rory said.
“Right. And Brutus was just giving Caesar a friendly pat on the back with a dagger.”
Paris and Rory compete on the Great British Bake Off.
“I only want you to fit in," Trini's mother says. "And with that haircut... well, people might be getting the wrong idea.” She drops her hand down Trini's arm, gentler now, a soothing gesture. “I'm just worried.”
“I don't-” want a boyfriend, Trini thinks, but her mouth's gone stale-bread-dry. Care if people get that impression, she thinks, and-
and she fights monsters, in her free time, but she is still a coward, in some important ways. She looks down at the counter- green linoleum, specks of white like dandruff- and she keeps her mouth shut.
[A story about teenagers and coming out and the actual literal power of friendship]
13 Jul 2017
Peter flaps a hand in the air, grasping for words. All he’s left with is the thought that’s been running through his head all night: “There was this dilapidated building out near Hell’s Kitchen, rotted all the way through, and I kept staring at it and thinking, This thing could go down at the smallest breeze.” Peter gestures at the roof over their head. “Even this apartment could go down easily enough.”
May rubs his hand. “Buildings don’t just collapse, Peter. Did something happen to make you worried about that?”
Peter shakes his head. He doesn’t ever give her details. He doesn’t tell her about the intimate, gnawing kind of horror that came with being trapped beneath a collapsed building and knowing no one was coming to save you; the way it felt like his bones were being ground into the damp cement; how he’d felt small and very soft, and how his thoughts keep going over the components of a building—rusted metals, long nails strong enough to jut through cement—and how that might’ve pierced him if he’d moved wrong, like a fork pulled through slow cooked meats.
(Peter learns to cope and communicate with the people around him, post-Homecoming.)