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if we all reblogged like we reboop

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i feel so bad for nikola tesla like imagine spending years beefing with a guy who has conned the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and you end up dying broke and starving and alone and then 100 years later another guy cons the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and he's doing it all IN YOUR NAME. he must be rolling in his grave like a fucking rotisserie chicken

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I just have to say this, even though supergirl ended almost two years ago. I’m a little bit sick and tired of people kissing Lena’s ass. I love her but I do think that she overreacted. I understand feeling betrayed and she really had a good reason because Kara acting differently as Supergirl and Kara especially knowing Lena’s history is fucked but pretending that she is perfect and without flaws is really a bit too much. This is especially noticeable in fics where it is obvious that Lena is the favorite. Kara is seen as the devils incarnate while Lena is the little baby that never does anything wrong. I repeat, Kara did fuck up and should take up responsibility but acting like Lena wanting to mind control the whole world is an acceptable reaction is a bit too much.

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one of those time travel AUs where Vader goes back into his body as Anakin before he fell to the dark side and fixes everything. Palpatine is dead, the Jedi are alive, and everyone’s happy. He never found out who Luke’s twin sister was, but that’s fine because this time around he’ll get to know both of them from birth. The twins are born and Padmé says she wants to name their daughter Leia! :) And Anakin thinks, Hmm. Looking back I can see that Princess Leia was a good person, and we were only enemies because I went and became a Sith. Okay we can name our daughter Leia :)

Years pass and Leia starts growing older. The Organas adopt a completely different girl. Anakin’s looking at his daughter like no, it can’t be. No way. Do NOT tell me that Princess Leia was Luke’s twin all along, but time keeps passing and it becomes increasingly apparent that this is indeed the case, and now he’s having a Crisis

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If Taylor Swift used her power for good she would be such a great stochastic terrorist. She would post on Instagram "Hey guys, Tay here. Just wanted to say that whoever delivers me the head of Ron DeSantis on a platter will get free Eras Tour tickets. #ShadeNeverMadeAnybodyLessGay." It would be at her doorstep in two hours.

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You were once the demon king. “Defeated” by the hero, you went into hiding to pursue a simpler life. Today the “hero” has appeared, threatening you family to pay tribute, not realizing who you actually are. Today you show them what happens when you have something worth fighting to protect.

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The world was moving a little slowly. That is, every time Lena moved her head, it took a few moments for the world to catch up with her, reality lazily seeping back to its correct position. Worse, every time she turned her neck, she could hear something in there slipping against something else, like two pencil erasers rubbing together.

This indicated that Lena was very drunk, and her reaction was to have another drink. She waved to the bartender, who caught her eye with a stern shake of her head.

She’d ditched Kara, Alex and the others earlier that night. She was tired of friends. Found family was exhausting. She just wanted to drink and wallow in her own misery, free to get so drunk that she’d have to hold onto the world without falling off, without the nerve-fraying risk of blurting out something big to the wrong person, like Kara. Especially Kara.

Because she had a stupid straight girl crush on Kara. Lena was such a stereotype.

“Gimme another shot of whiskey,” Lena demanded.

“No, lady. You’re cut off. The only thing I’m getting you is a cab ride home.”

“Eh, shcrew you and shcrew your cab,” Lena slurred. “I’d rather walk.”

Before he could protest, Lena slipped off her stool, somehow managing to not faceplant on the floor in the process, and started wobbling towards the exit. She was very drunk, she realized. The tilting gave it away, and the way everything was sort of funny, especially the patrons staring at her in mild alarm.

In her inebriation, it took her a moment to realize that the bar had fallen silent, except for the faint music from the overhead speakers. The only other sound, besides Lena’s ragged breath, was the thump of boot heels on the floor.

Lena, who had been staring at the floor to better avoid it, looked up.

“Supergirl?” said Lena.

Supergirl said nothing. Instead, with a weary, sad look in her eyes, gathered Lena up in her arms, scooping her right off her feet. Before Lena knew it, she was outside on a crisp November night.

“Hush now,” a familiar voice said. “Close your eyes. I’m taking you somewhere safe.”

Lena did as she was told, but said, “did Kara send you?”

The wall of muscle that held her tensed, and Supergirl swallowed. “Yes, she did. She’s very worried about you and was concerned that you skipped the girl’s night, so she asked me to keep an eye out for you while I was on patrol.”

“She’s so sweet,” Lena whimpered, and it turned into a sob.

“Miss Luthor?”

“Why do all the good ones have to be straight, huh?”

“Miss Luthor, I-“

“She’s so perfect. She’s an angel. She’s always there for me and she takes good care of me and she always makes sure I eat and stuff,” Lena sniffed, “and she’s so pretty. How can someone be that pretty?”

Supergirl tensed again. “Hush, now. It’s okay. I’m taking you somewhere safe.”

“I just wish I could tell her how I feel,” said Lena. “I know she wouldn’t like me back, but it just hurts so much to keep it in.”

“Then why don’t you tell her?”

“I don’t want to lose her,” said Lena. “I’d rather have her in my life and nurse my stupid crush than lose her altogether.”

“We’re here,” said Supergirl. “I’m going to put you in the bed, okay?”

“Okay,” Lena said, yawning. “I’m tired.”

“I know,” said Supergirl. “Here. Let me help you a little.”

With the hero’s help, Lena shrugged out of her jacket and kicked off her boots. She started to undo her blouse, but a firm hand stopped her, instead shoving a t-shirt and a pair of lounge pants into her hands.

In a confused blurr, Lena changed. Supergirl returned, pulling the blankets back and gently guiding Lena into the bed, every touch tender and soft, until Lena lay comfortably on her side with her head nicely propped on the pillows and a glass of water by her bedside.

Supergirl reached over and clicked off the light.

“Sleep, Lena. I’ll watch over you. I’ll always protect you.”

“Okay,” Lena murmured. “You won’t tell, will you?”

“No. It’s not my secret to share.”

“Good. I love her so much. I think I’ve been in love with her since the first time I saw her.”

Lena tensed as Supergirl’s breath caught. Lena could swear she was wiping at her eyes, even though her vision was blurred by booze and tears and the room was dark.

“You never know,” said Supergirl. “She might feel the same way. You’re pretty special.”

“Nah, she’s straight as an arrow,” Lena slurred out.

“Maybe she thinks the same thing about you.”

Lena laughed. “Me? Ha! That’s hilarious. Goodnight, Supergirl. Try not to fly too hard.”

Giggling at her own cleverness, Lena felt her eyes closed as she drifted to sleep…

…only to slam awake again with a lancing pain through her skull. The world was too bright, and it was too early, no matter what time it actually was. Lena slowly sat up, feeling every movement in her brain, and looked around.

It shouldn’t have been so bright in here, if for no other reason than Lena had blackout curtains. Very expensive ones, too. Except they weren’t there.

Because this wasn’t her apartment, or her bed. This was Kara’s place. How… had Supergirl brought her here? Why?

“Kara?” Lena said, meekly, as she ducked out into the loft.

She was stunned to see Supergirl sitting at Kara’s kitchen table, and further shocked to see Supergirl in civilian clothes. A pair of pajamas, as a matter of fact. Her golden curls spilled down over her broad back, and Lena’s eyes naturally followed the cascade down to the shapely form of Supergirl’s waist, then back up to her broad shoulders.

Supergirl, Lena realize, was wearing Kara’s pajamas. Pajamas that Lena had given her, powder blue flannel with little Chinese takeout boxes printed on them.

Supergirl stood up and turned around, and Lena twitched? Startled. As soon as she saw the glasses she realized that she’d mistaken Kara for Supergirl from behind.

They were both blondes, had similar builds, and they both…

I’ll always protect you.

Kara stopped in front of her without a word, expression both anxious and eager, as Kara fidgeted with her fingers, waiting.

Lena’s hands shook as they rose from her sides, and the hangover had nothing to do with it. Very gently, she grasped the frames of Kara’s glasses and slid them free, and stared into her eyes.

Kara took a single step forward, into Lena’s space- it was not an intrusion but am invitation.

“You should tell her how you feel,” she whispered. “She might feel the same way.”

“Oh God,” Lena whispered. “This is so embarrassing, I’m so sorry Kara, I should go, I’m so…”

Kara leaned in, lightly resting her palms on Lena’s hips, steadying her rather than trapping her. Lena continued to sputter until she felt the tilt of Kara’s head and the soft pressure of her nose and then the brush of soft lips on hers.

Lena had first kisses aplenty; she was no blushing ingenue. She’d long decided that the whole romantic notion of the first kiss was childish and silly, and there was nothing magical about it at all. Then Kara was kissing her, and all of it turned out to be exactly right. Kara kissed her so deeply, so perfectly, that she deduced that none of those other ones counted and this was her real first kiss. Or perhaps her last first kiss.

It was over too fast, leaving her lips tingling with desire and her breath short, her heart hammering in her chest.

“Is this okay?” Kara murmured, pulling back just enough to separate their lips.

“Uh huh. We better try it a few more times to see if I like it.”

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did it hurt? when you realized that your childhood trauma was going to affect you for the rest of your life and truly changed you as a person and didn’t just give you a good sense of humor?

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My comic for the @supercorpzine ! Can’t believe it’s been 5 years already!! 🥲

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I like them a lot.

Please don’t repost my work 🙃

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HARD TIMES

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Wiggles

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Reblog if you’re bisexual, support bisexuals, or want all racists dead

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reblog if youre an idiot. reblog if youre just a fucking fool.