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You never realize how much you love someone unlit theyre gone

alice wu gulliver appreciation post!!

My mom wants to start watching killing eve with me but I’m not so comfortable with her being around while I’m being gay for Jodie comer and sandra oh

I think it’s time for you to post that enamored smile of Kara’s directed at William after he expressed worry for her while he had his boobies out. I need to laugh again 😂

Kara looking at William:

Kara looking at Lena:

THE fucking END.

#jawline appreciation post

Lena had become unaccustomed to being alone. Really lost her touch. She used to be quite the expert. Alone in a lab with obscenely permissive funding and a big hunk of kryptonite; once upon a time, this would’ve been paradise.

Now, the picture on the edge of her desk, her eyes scrunched shut and mouth opened wide in visibly genuine laughter, an arm slung across her shoulder—that was enough to distract her from the most fascinating material she’d ever laid her hands on. How long had she been staring? Hm. She played with the bracelet on her wrist, fingers sliding over familiar textures in mindless, practiced patterns.

Her tablet pinged. The alarm. And the usual daily email: ‘Back from visit to you-know-where, ate a plant-thing that made my sweat smell like anchovy pizza, I swear,’ read the subject line.

Morning now, then. That was alright. She could sleep on the—she snorted—the flight. She didn’t click the email. Better save it for later. 

Outside, people were no longer walking around in government-issued gas masks; ever since they’d managed to bring the airborne kryptonite concentration down to 0.05 ppm last year, the panic had died down considerably. Still, at the very height of noon when the sun hit it just right, you could make out a faint greenish tinge to the sky.

And as long as that beautiful green glow graced the Earth’s skyline, Supergirl could not.

A year, ten months, twenty one days. Twenty two, now. It was morning.

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My piece for the @supercorpzine! In which Lena becomes an astronaut to smooch her wife in space.

Agatha Harkness:

also agatha harkness:

I’m kinda glad that William was kidnapped. I don’t like him.

The wayhaught forehead thing ™ kills me every time

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