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This is gonna be a cluster fuck of a finale

#supercorp #lena luthor #supergirl #alex danvers #kara danvers #series finale #im scared #what am I gonna do with my life afterwards

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Don't want no other shade of blue but you. No other sadness in the world would do.

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The fact is Supergirl is ending and I have no clue what I'm going to do with my life afterwards

#Supergirl #Supercorp #lena luthor #alex danvers #kara danvers #kara x lena #fanfic #katie mcgrath #sanvers #Supergirl is ending and i'm losing my mind over it

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Lena Luthor

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best proof and debunking the boys index aka 13 reasons why swiftgron is real

1.  wonderland exists

2.  the babe music video exists

3.  harry styles was dating nick grimshaw during haylor

4.  more thoughts on the boys and how fake they all were

5.  i wish you would can’t be about harry but fits for dianna

6.  taylor went way too hard to make it seem like ikywt was about harry when it was written before she knew him

7.  spring 2012 love songs and why they match best for dianna (1) , (2)

8.  not a slam dunk but taylor has said some funny things about Style

9.  the end of the swiftgron friendship was sus as all hell

10.  dianna’s connection to 143 and cardigan exist! (1) , (2)

11.  dianna agron is not straight

12.  EHC fits better for dianna than conor kennedy (1) , (2)

13.  just read the masterpost you know you want to!

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Writing 500 words a day doesn’t make you any less of a writer than someone who write 5000 a day. Writing 100 words a day doesn’t make you less of a writer either. Being inconsistent with your writing doesn’t change your writing worth. If you write then you’re a writer. That’s that. You’re valid

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Oh my god....

I started reading this sentence "jessica would’ve slipped katie tongue..." And I thought you were talking about jessica queller

DON’T EVER SAY THIS AGAIN IN JESUS’ NAME I PRAY

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Anyone else remember...

When Karlie became the face of L’Oreal Paris in Sept. 2014 and was like:

“[Taylor] does a killer red lip. I’ll give that girl credit. She can whip a red lip on like nobody else, and it’s amazing. Even if we’re working out, she’ll have on this gorgeous red lip. She’s not human!”

And then in October 2014 Taylor released 1989 where she sang:

“And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like.” - Style

The music video came out in February 2015.

Good times.

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yo wake up jazz new picture of miss mcgrath from merlin just dropped

https://www.dalemccready.com/merlinarchive

vampire lena on a casual day trip in her youngin vamp days

LMAO I love the idea that once Kara and Lena start dating Kara uses her reporter skills to hunt down pictures of Lena in the past and all of them are just the period pieces Katie has done

‘You were BLONDE?’ ‘It was a phase’

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I’m not responsible.

The words feel wrong as she thinks them, and this irritates her. They’re true. She knows they’re true. But they don’t feel true, and she hates that a lifetime of guilt has warped her brain into rejecting even the most objective facts.

She tries again, a little slower, and forces the stakes into the ground this time.

I am not responsible.

The conviction holds. Another:

It’s not my fault she’s gone.

This one is harder. It’s not the clause she struggles with, but the complement. She’s gone.

Lena could blame a million things and it wouldn’t undo the truth of it: Kara’s gone. In two words like that, it feels chillingly conclusive. She’s gone. Lena can add modifiers of hope however she likes– Kara’s gone for now, Kara’s gone until we find her, Kara’s gone and I’ll get her back– but at its core, there is only one part of this message that matters. 

Alex’s promises ache sweet and the scotch stings on the way down and yet somehow the massive, dark, gaping maw of pain that Kara’s absence leaves can be whittled down to the simplest parts of speech, just like that. Kara is gone. Subject, verb, adjective, triplicate blades slid silently into the softest parts of her. She stares into her glass and imagines how long it will be until the wounds will start bleeding.

Blame wants to poke its head through the smoke, it wants to yell and scream and argue that Lex is the reason this happened, Lex is where she should focus her pain. But the reasons don’t matter, if they aren’t going to lead her to a solution, and hurt like this suffocates everything inside it. Beneath the smoke, all Lena’s got left is the basest, bone-deep want. She wants Kara back. She wants.

She tries to convey this to Alex, but she finds it hard to translate.

“Of course I want her back,” Alex says, but the pity in the shine of her eyes means she must not understand what Lena really means. “Lena, we all–”

“It’s different,” Lena grinds out. “I thought you’d— I thought you’d know what I mean, Alex.”

Alex tilts her head. “Lena, I know you feel like you’re–”

“It’s not that!” Lena interrupts, frustrated and exposed and suddenly feeling like she’s trying to speak a language nobody around her even knows exists. “It’s not about blame, I know it wasn’t my fault–”

Alex falters, not quite sure what she’s being asked. “Okay, good–”

“We have to get her back,” Lena tries again, and she meets the redhead’s eyes in desperation. Alex has had a lifetime of experience watching Kara walk into danger– Lena knows this. But Alex has lost her sister. And so it has to be shared, Lena thinks, the way this devastation feels. She needs to know that Alex feels it too.

“We will,” Alex says, taking Lena’s hands firmly in her own. “We will. We’ll get her.”

It’s all wrong. Lena’s eyes well with tears of frustration and scotch-dulled nerves.

“You don’t understand,” she tries quietly, but even before she tries to continue she knows it’s no use. The magnitude of what she’s trying to convey gets stuck halfway between her heart and her throat, and Lena knows that Alex, for all of her understanding and her comfort and her love, isn’t going to see it. “Alex, I need her.”

The older woman’s eyes go soft at the admission, and she grips Lena’s hands just that much tighter. “Lena, I know…” she starts, but then she meets Lena’s eyes, really looks into them, and something changes. She goes silent, and her lips part gently as the realisation strikes her in real time. “You’re…” Alex whispers, nearly silent.

Lena tries to take a deep breath, but the tears falling from her eyes split it into shaky parts. She can’t answer– if she speaks, she’ll crumble. Instead she just holds Alex’s eyes, and hopes to God that she won’t let go of her hands. Alex blinks once, and when she shifts her gaze between Lena’s eyes, there’s clarity.

“You love her,” Alex breathes.

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it’s Lena checking her out and Kara swaggerin over to her, getting close, close bc eye contact is important and obviously you can’t have that connection if you’re 5 ft away like respectable non gays for me :^)

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Title: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

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At this point I'd be okay with Andrea and Lena. I'm starting to see the appeal in their relationship

Lena dropped that “if we’re to have a relationship again” and left that office like it was nothing while Andrea definitely just went and cried into a glass of bourbon

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I find it interesting and very telling that Lena told Brainy it’s okay to have rage specifically and that you just have to let it out and let it go but says nothing about grief and despair that lies beneath the rage. And a moment later she’s tearing up, overcome with emotion when she admits she misses Kara too.

To me, this really solidifies that Lena is still heavily suppressing her emotions, particularly her sadness, when it comes to Kara. Because despite telling Brainy that boxes don’t work and he has to let it out, this is the first and only time we see Lena even acknowledge Kara’s absence and she can barely say two words let alone utter her name. That’s because the thought of Kara, especially the thought of Kara being gone, potentially for good, is too much for Lena to entertain for a second let alone bear day in and day out until Kara returns, if she ever does. It’s all too overwhelming for Lena to handle especially when the person she would seek comfort and strength from is the person she’s missing. Lena knows thinking about Kara for more than a moment would cause her to completely collapse emotionally and that’s not something she can afford to do right now. She’s already seen what losing Kara figuratively did to her and she cannot fathom what losing Kara forever could do to her, so she’s pushing her grief and sadness and anguish down because she can’t let it out and she refuses to let it go because letting it go means letting Kara go and she refuses to let Kara go.

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My entire feed rn is Lena Luthor sitting at her desk like the badass boss bitch she was in S2. I can hear the panties dropping from here.

#supergirl #lena luthor #katie mcgrath #supergirl 6x03 #supercorp #woops dropped my panties

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Trying not to think about Lena losing her apartment after leaving LuthorCorp. Lena having nowhere to stay until Alex hands her Kara’s keys, saying that Kara would be the first person to open her door to her. 

Lena’s hands shaking as she unlocks the door, as she walks into the apartment she hasn’t stepped into since she gained and lost her best friend all in one fell swoop. Lena softly running her fingers on the kitchen counter, picking up dust from the places where Kara used to shove potstickers in her mouth while she stared in abject horror. Lena sitting gingerly on the couch and glancing next to it to see a photo frame flipped upside down. Lena flipping it over to see her and Kara together–the same photo she stared at during what felt like another lifetime.

Lena staring at the once-familiar spots in the apartment as if looking could make Kara appear there. Lena making herself small so she doesn’t trample on Kara’s presence, because all she wants to feel is Kara everywhere. Lena finally curling up on the couch, too scared to mar Kara’s bed with her own presence. Lena waking up with a jolt of familiarity as her alarm goes off, being thrown back to a time where her and Kara had regular sleepovers and Kara would always force her to sleep in for five more minutes. Lena remembering that Kara isn’t there anymore, and there was no need for an alarm because she now has no job. 

Lena trembling on the edge of the couch, her clothes from yesterday well-worn and wrinkled as she desperately tries to ground herself in a reality that is too cruel to her.

Lena wondering why it’s so difficult to call this apartment home when she knows that once upon a time, it truly was.