Dear Soulmate, Where The Fuck Are You

Just popping in to say that Katie McGrath with glasses hits different

list of petitions that still need signatures

Justice for Breonna Taylor

Justice for Ahmaud Arbery

Justice for Joāo Pedro

Police Accountability Act of 2020

I Want Sandra Bland’s Case Reopened

The Trayvon Martin Law - Stop This From Happening Again

Willie Simmons Has Served 38 Years For a $9 Robbery

Fire Racist Criminal Michael J Reynolds From the NYPD

Hands Up Act 

please feel free to add more!!!

‪What in the yeehaw is Betty ‬

"My mother needs me home." (x Agatha All Along, S01E09)

We’re all gay for morgana and gwen

I do hope Arizona Robbins is doing well

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.

Read more on ao3!

My piece for the @supercorpzine! In which Lena becomes an astronaut to smooch her wife in space.

Every day on Twitter I’m asking why the FUCK charges haven’t been brought up against the men who MURDERED Breonna Taylor. 

Gonna start asking it here, too. 

Please click this link. It will open up a pre-written email that you simply fill in your info on, then send. Let’s help get #JusticeForBre! 

Link: http://tinyurl.com/ycha6nuu

M: You know, I was pretty sure that it was psychosomatic.

J: It was so not psychosomatic.

72% of women with HIV are black. Talk about disproportionate. The cool thing is there is an organization, Black AIDS Institute, that is trying to fight HIV/AIDS in Black communities! Definitely worth checking out, even if you can’t donate. They’re pretty fuckin cool.