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What the fuck is going on with Nicole this season she's already chaotic as hell and it hasn't even started yet

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.

young katie mcgrath does things to me.

not my gifs credits to the owner

camila noceda is THE best mother

We’re all having “hard conversations” about racism, police brutality, and #BlackLivesMatter I hope. 

You’ve probably noticed that detractors often use the same “racist talking points” in response. Here’s a researched and sourced guide to help you answer, for the times you may get stuck.

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Fuck I love Katie

top 5 most legendary sc fics, if you would sir.

i cant do any top [given number] [given topic] things bro i can’t narrow it down to THAT few and i always intently worry about leaving out smg Really Good and Really Obvious! there’s also a lot of like earlier stuff from 2017 that i know i loved but haven’t reread in a long time so i’ll inevitably leave ‘em out. but if you’re like, what are definitely your landmark reading experiences, then:

Made of Stars 

heroism is a full time job

A Foolish Wit

A Ribbon at a Time 

to re-fashion the matrix of creation

time's supposed to heal you (but i ain't done much healing) 

Say it With Your Hands 

lena dies on a wednesday 

Out of time (I felt you in my legs before I ever met you) 

certain dark things

Please Clarify 

i know you don’t believe (it’s you i’ve waited for) 

you and me 

Say Something 

it's a great big atlas (i love you like the stars above)

Hey, Are You Lena Luthor?

an animal within an animal 

quiet when i'm coming home (i'm on my own) 

Hallowed Be Thy Name

Our Own Little Pocket Of The World (Aster x Ellie)

Summary: Sophomore Ellie Chu meets Aster Flores for the first time, not in school, not at the church…but at a coffee shop. 

Word Count: 881

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The coffee shop isn’t nearly as lucrative as penning papers for desperate teenagers, Ellie thinks, and not nearly half as easy for her. Who knew it would be more instinctive to knock out philosophy papers than make a cup of coffee? 

At least it’s calming. Steady. And she can work behind the counter. 

Squahamish doesn’t have a Starbucks, or any big brands, really, just existing in its own little pocket of the world, where all the businesses are family-run and everyone knows everyone. 

It’s kind of nice, being able to hide away like this. This particular coffee shop is one that Ellie used to frequent before Fran gave her the job, when she had a little extra cash in her pocket and the time to spare. Hardly anyone of their age comes here, really, preferring to hang about in convenience stores and slurp sugary slushies. 

Quiet. The gentle smell of dark roast permeates, wafts through the air, the rhythmic sound of the coffee grinder occasionally punctuated with the sharp shrill of the panarello. The old lady in the corner sits for hours on end, ordering a single piccolo in the whole time. A routine that Ellie’s been used to, accustomed to, desensitized to. Sure, Ellie likes stability…but this is pushing it. Months of working this job have taught her to expect repetitiveness. Never ending repetitiveness. The days all feel like one. 

Overcome with boredom, just when Ellie has just picked up a pen, rolled up her flannel’s sleeves and started to write…the little bell jangles. 

Her eyes dart upwards. 

Aster. 

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