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Diana leaving lipstick marks all over me-

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Selfshippers… tell me what your type is🌝

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Would you still like me if I kept posting bad doodles?

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(Shaking you by your shoulders) YOU ARE GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOUR F/O, DO YOU HEAR MEEEEEE

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reminder; your f/o loves you today. tomorrow. aaand the day after that.

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He is looking at a dinosaur though

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My phone disappeared and I had to buy a new one. Yay.

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I think the only Superman ship I actively dislike is the one with my wife Diana. We're happily married it's meaan 🥺 but I genuinely adore Superman and Lois, I also saw someone bring them up as butch/femme which I will always support. Superman and Lex, Superman and Batman, I adore them all.

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absolute wonder woman? ofc i absolutely wonder about women

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Absolute Wonder By comic artist, Matías Bergara

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More moments from Absolute Wonder Woman (the stuff I read today) because I love her so very much

When wife is scary 😳

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I support her fully

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Listen as an autistic person I really do understand the urge to want your selfships to be ‘accurate’ but 1) accuracy is subjective 2) your f/o will act differently (in a positive way) after knowing you 3) at the end of the day this shit is self indulgent soOOOOOOOO have fun and indulge<3

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You come from a very special place, Diana.

A/N: hi, I wrote a little scene for a lore dump ☺️ I love Diana sososososososo much. This is one of two backstories I have in mind-

Diana's head turned curiously to the sky. little white flakes began to fall.

"It's snow." Steve explained. She glanced at him a moment then looked away. "What is it?" Steve asked.

"Excuse me," Diana stopped their swaying and brushed past him. "Do you not dance?"

Ophelia sat near the others, sipping wine from a cup, silently listening to their conversation. "No. No, I'm afraid I don't dance."

Diana reached out a hand, "this is nothing like dancing,"

Ophelia shuffled, and set her hands in her lap, gathering her wool skirt in a fist. "I don't-"

"Come!" Diana pleaded, snatching up Ophelia's hands and pulling her to stand. "It's very easy, Steve showed me. You put your hand here," she grabbed Ophelia by the waist pulling her against herself, a little forcefully. Their swaying was slow. A French song filled the air and silence stretched between them as they became comfortable.

Against her Diana felt vibrant. She radiated warmth which seeped even through even her thick mittens. She trembled. She could feel Steve's gaze on them. Diana seemed to radiate life like Ophelia had never felt before. She was ancient, and she was brand new and it was intoxicating; she almost ran away.

"I know what you are."

Ophelia tripped over her own feet. Diana caught her. Easily as a breath. "I-I'm sorry I don't catch your meaning,"

Diana ducked her head to whisper in Ophelia ear, "I know that you are a witch."

Ophelia's face went pale. A mix of panic and relief flooded her and she almost froze completely. Her mouth opened but words did not come out.

"No mortal nurse can heal the way you healed those men." Diana noted. She had not stopped dancing. "Do not worry I will not expose you," Diana smiled hoping to ease the panic in Ophelia's eyes.

"What are you?"

"I am Diana, daughter of Hypolita queen of the Amazons."

"So you're real?"

Diana smiled, "yes, we are real. I come from an island known as Themyscira. It is very different from man's world. I've come to kill Are's and end this war. Tell me, Ophelia, what happened to you?"

"I was a nun. In Scotland. I was sent away there. My parents, they didn’t know what to do with me. It was either that or the asylum. The sisters, the town, they found out. I didn't mean for any of it- they wanted to hang me. I thought, if I signed up maybe I could atone. . . Maybe the job could be completed."

Diana brought their clasped hands up, and caressed Ophelia's cheek. "How old are you?"

"One hundred and twenty."

"You're not very old."

"I feel terribly old."

"Do you?" Diana's eyes were sharp and difficult to look in to. Even without her immense height. Like they bored into you, stripped your facade, laid you bare.

"I think you're disappointing Steve."

Bending down, Diana left a long tender kiss upon Ophelia's cheek, straightening with a satisfied sort of smile. Like she had just delivered some sort of good news.

Ophelia had not the faculties to turn away when it happened. She reeled as soon as she met Diana's blissful gaze again, and glanced about in horror. Had someone seen? Her head was spinning too fast , she didn't know if anyone had noticed. It must have been very difficult for anyone not to have. She tried to unfurl herself from Diana's grasp, but she held fast.

"I should really-really retire."

"Is something the matter?"

"No, no, nothing is the matter," Ophelia knew she was not being convincing, but she had no time to explain. "I'm very tired. It's terribly late, and I have no tolerance for wine. Please, if you'll excuse me." Reluctantly Diana let go, and with something like a curtsey, Ophelia hurried inside.