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sadistiva · 7 months

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I just want to get diamond Marie 🥲

#skullgirls fandom #skullgirls fanart #skullgirls #marie skullgirls #marie #sg marie #skullgirls mobile #skullgirls encore

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sapphichymns · 10 months

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"I assume you want weapons technology."

#StargateEdit #Stargate SG-1 #Jack O'Neill #Travell #Marie Stillin #Stargate SG-1 Season 3 #Shades of Grey #My Edits #Richard Dean Anderson

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legendsgomz · 6 months

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𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒, 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 ✨

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vox-ex · 7 months

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Wild

Supercorptober 2023

"You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves."

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

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She was supposed to go to Metropolis. She was supposed to go and tell them what to keep and what to sell and what to give away. Kara's gentle arms and quiet words are the only thing that stop her before she tells them just to burn it to the ground instead.

But the ground she steps out onto is not unforgiving pavement— it is soft peat and loose stone.

The heavy oak door creaks open as she steps inside, the light following behind her as the floorboards give under her feet. She wanders through the front room, collecting fragments of her past along with the dust that falls from the air onto her shoulders. She lets her fingers trace the faded wallpaper and pauses at the kitchen door, eyes finding the four lines etched into its surface, each just a little higher than the next. She pictures her mother there, kneeling down to make each one. She kneels down too, her hand hovering over the surface. She counts the lines one by one. Four short marks. Four short years. She rubs her thumb back and forth over the last like she could somehow etch it back into the wood or back into herself — whatever would be easier.

But time doesn't work like that. It moves forward, even when we ask it to stop. Stops when we ask it for even just a second more.

She stands up and turns away from the door, stumbles out onto the small path of land, gulping in the damp air. Her breath comes in short gasps, the air heavy as it settles in her lungs. She walks until the stone beneath her feet becomes a meadow, becomes heath, becomes a blanket of tall grass. It's wild and overgrown and whips at her legs. The world in all its urgency to turn did not stop, did not end here the way the marks on the door had. So she keeps moving, keeps walking until the house is no longer there at all — until the two of them feel like nothing more than two small dark shapes on opposite ends of the earth again.

"Lena?"

She turns slowly back towards the house. Her feet slipping over the uneven ground and muddied earth.

"Lena, wait."

Kara is a few feet away, her blonde hair darker than it should be, her coat damp with more than morning mist. Lena realizes then that it was raining, feels her clothes starting to stick to her skin.

"You're here?" Lena asks, confused, like maybe she had really willed herself across the world somehow.

"I am." She pauses. "I'm sorry."

"You came." She says again, stepping forward, her feet heavy with the weight of the grass and dirt clinging to them.

Kara was in front of her in what felt like only one step, arms catching her as she fell into them.

"I did." Kara murmurs, "I'm sorry," her breath a warm contrast to the cool air, "I didn't want you to be alone. I'm sorry."

Lena doesn't say anything, just holds onto her tighter. The rain starts to come down harder, and Kara gently brushes a strand of hair from her cheek. Lena lets her head fall onto her shoulder, the ghosts of her past weaving their way between them. Kara lets them in willingly.

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Kara's hand feels warm and steady on Lena's back as she guides her through the front door again. She shivers as they enter the kitchen. Feels all the places the damp earth has seeped into her clothes.

"Do you have anything here? Something warm?"

Lena shakes her head, thinking of the hotel across town where all her things still sit neatly packed away.

"That's okay — you're okay."

She hears the shuffle of something near the door, the sound of a zipper opening and closing, along with the soft muttering of Kara behind her.

Soft wool makes its way into her hands shortly after. She notices the sweater is hers, a deep forest green that matches the forest outside.

Kara holds a change of clothes of her own.

"Why don't we get warm, and then we can go from there. The rain is already done."

Lena nods, grateful for the distraction, for the change of pace.

When she emerges from the room, Kara is waiting for her back in the kitchen, a cup of tea in her hands and another on the table she got from somewhere that isn't here.

"Better?"

"Better," she says quietly, "thank you." She takes the cup of tea, "for this," glances at the marks on the doorframe again, "for coming."

Lena hopes it is enough to make Kara stop apologizing for doing nothing wrong.

"Always." Kara watches her, blue eyes gentle and soft.

It seems to.

"Look how little you were," Kara murmurs.

Lena's throat tightens. Four short years, four tiny marks in the wood."

"I wish..." Lena begins, but the words fade away.

Kara takes her hand. "I know," she says softly.

"Come here," Kara pushes herself away from the counter, pulling Lena with her, leading them both towards the wall.

Lena turns in her arms as her hands settle on her waist, and Kara pulls a pencil from her pocket.

"You ready?"

Lena nods. Closes her eyes as she hears the scrap of the pencil above her head, focusing on the feeling of Kara's soft kiss against her temple instead.

"All done."

Lena turns in her arms. Five short marks. The weight of all the years between them.

Lena takes the pencil from her and reaches out for Kara's waist. She can feel the way she lets herself be moved, the way she gives under the gentle pressure of her hands.

She lifts up onto her toes, and lets out a small huff of effort as Kara keeps her steady. The pencil marking out one more line.

She settles back down on her feet.

Kara takes a step back, so she's right beside her.

The lines sit off-center from each other, and hers is just a few inches shorter. But it's an odd comfort to see them together all the same.

And for a second, she thinks maybe it was selfish to ask Kara to be a witness to this part of her in such a way. To force this part of her to catch up with the wild landscape outside that has already moved on — moved forward. But then Kara's hand finds its way into hers, fingers threading together, solid and real. She leads them back outside, back through the heath, back through the tall grass, until they reach a small patch of ground that the rain seems to have spared. Kara lays her jacket on the grass, and together, they lay down, disappearing into the wild green sea around them and approaching night above them.

Lena turns her head, strands of dark hair spilling across Kara's chest and the crushed stems beneath them. She lets out a shuddering breath and feels as all the regret and sorrow that drew her back here slips away into the indifference of nature and Kara's love.

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#sg prompts #supercorp #supergirl #supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #mary oliver #heaviness disguised as softness #softness disguised as heaviness #always room for hope at the end #each one of these is going to be inspired by a piece of poetry or prose #going to do by best to do all 31

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kindagomez · 8 months

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eu coloquei uma foto antiga só pra completar a fileirinha mesmo kkkk

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editfandom · 1 month

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Selena Gomez

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shpulkabunny · 4 months

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Eliza, Sekhmet, Marie, Annie, Sagan and Ms. Fortune as Cookies from Cookie run!

Should I draw others digitally? :D

#skullgirls #skulldudes #my sketches #SKULLGIRLS AND SKULLDUDES AS COOKIES!#annie of the stars #annie sg #ms fortune sg #ms fortune skullgirls #eliza skullgirls #sekhmet skulldudes #sagan skulldudes #marie korbel #marie skullgirls

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dumpitos · 1 year

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Selena Gomez oldies; like if save or use

#dumpitos #selena gomez #icons selena gomez #selena gomez icons #selena gomez rares #icons #icons random #twitter icons #icons famous #icons celebs #icons singer #messy icons #icons sg rares #icons sg #selena marie gomez

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iconsrareforyou · 9 months

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ʚɞ * ・ ° . 。 like ʚɞ reblog

#icons selena gomez #selena gomez #icons #selena gomez icons #icons selena #icons sg #rare beauty #selena icons #selena #personal #instagram #stories #selfie #selena gomez icon #selenators #selena marie gomez

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laugtherhyena · 4 months

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Comparison tehehe

#i got a way better grasp at the Sg style now #i was able to translate their features a lot nicer this time around :]#also just generally make them look right #like Dagger being kinda tall + big legs #and i think Mari's is a lot nicer to look at now #stuck together #skullgirls oc #hyena scribbles

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selenastuff · 1 year

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• like or reblog

• please don't repost

#icons selena gomez #selena gomez icons #selena icons #icons selena #sg icons #icons sg #selena marie gomez #Instagram #icon #icons #girls #model #icons girls #tumblr #Twitter

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legendsgomz · 2 months

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𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒, 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 ✨

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vox-ex · 6 months

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seasons + stars

supercorptober 2023

“Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star." ― Haruki Murakami

or Kara deals with the impermanence of herself and the permanence of her love

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Kara comes to Earth in the Spring.

On the backs of stars she will never see again she carries their dust with her, lays it down in soil tasked with bearing witness to ghosts that are not its own.

The stars that are a part of her become a part of it.

She spends days in the forest, the bright blue sky above her, Sol at her back, Rao in her chest, through the vibrant green trees, across flowers that bloom in hues of yellows and oranges.

She lays out at night on the roof, tries to trace the inky black as far into the distance as she can. Far enough she might still see a light that hasn't been replaced by darkness yet.

The stars will soon become a part of her — she will eventually become a part of them too.

Summer comes with long days and short nights and she misses the stars.

Autumn rushes in with skies that almost feel familiar.

Winter nights are long and cold. She stays out late with the stars again. Speaks to the scattered bits of light — the scattered bits of herself.

Year after year, she is dismantled and reassembled by the seasons that come and go. Until all the bits of stardust she had carried with her from Krypton are all gone. Until she is made of new stars and new dust and new atoms. And what is gone? What is gone is put back into the space to begin again somewhere else.

But then what of her?

Is Kara Zor El somewhere in space?

Is she buried in the soil on Earth?

Is she shoved inside the chest of this other her?

Will she always be two versions different of herself at once?

Kara leaves Earth in the Spring.

Sol at her back, and nothing but darkness ahead.

She doesn't choose to leave, but she is gone all the same.

She meets ghosts she thought were all gone. Buried somewhere between Krypton and Earth — lost with the parts of herself that she too had been buried.

Her own ghost is there.

Haunts her with the parts of herself she wants to hold onto but can't.

Taunts her with the parts of herself she begs to replace but can't.

Kara comes back to Earth in the Summer.

"August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun"

She isn't sure what she is made of now.

Isn't sure how long it will take to shed it from her skin.

Isn't sure who she will be when it's gone.

She is just tired, she thinks, of this struggle of atoms, of time, of feeling broken apart.

But she looks up at the sky that night. Find stars again instead of darkness.

Thinks of how they are each a part of Earth, or Krypton, of her.

She is tired, she thinks, but she is also thankful.

It's Autumn when the world almost ends.

The world almost ends, and she realizes she wants more time — needs more time.

It's Autumn when it starts again.

Not in the way one thinks of worlds beginning — in the way of galaxies and of universes — big bangs expanding all at once.

But in the way we do. Slowly. Little by Little.

It begins again with green eyes and dark hair.

It settles into gentle touches and quiet words.

Kara stands at the edge of a field, her feet sinking slightly into the damp forest floor. Leaves scatter across the ground with with freshly fallen pine needles. It smells like cold, like the winter that is coming.

Lena's hand slips into hers, fingers threading together with practiced ease.

Slow.

Gentle.

She feels a droplet of water cling to her skin, just cold enough that she can feel it, can tell it a part from the warmth of Lena's hand in hers.

"I can't believe it's so dark already?"

Kara follows her gaze up to the first stars just peeking through the gaps in the trees.

Meeting Lena first came at the end of a Summer.

Meeting Lena came, and the world softened just a little — just enough.

Slowly.

Little by little.

In all the months between, all the years, all the seasons. They have both been taken apart and put back together, over and over and over.

Sometimes by the universe.

Sometimes by each other.

But amidst the endless dance of stars and the perpetual renewal of atoms, the part of them that loved the other, had always been left whole, over and over and over.

And there are still days where she is not sure who she is — who she is supposed to be with this patchwork collection of particles stuffed into herself.

But then Lena will take her hand and thread their fingers together just like this, and it will feel like each one of them has found it's place and a purpose all over again.

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