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EMILY PRENTISS in THE RED TANK in CRIMINAL MINDS 3x03 | 'Scared to Death'

Everyone professing their love for Aster after watching The Half of It:

SHES SO BEAUTIFUL IM CRYING

Yeah so Emily DID read the fanfictions, especially the smut...

Katie McGrath is the only source of my serotonin

"My mother needs me home." (x Agatha All Along, S01E09)

i never knew i could feel this much

So I ran (almost literally) into the firefighter and I want to apologize to that one anon bc you were right: she is also a gay disaster.

Kate Beckett Castle 7.19

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.