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At least I got you in my head.

Nursey Week Day 6: Opportunity/Dreamer

Snuggle frogs!!!!! None of them fit in that bed smh

Supercat+53 and Supercat+60

Supercat + 60. “Before you decide to murder me, let me explain…” (more Danvers sisters than Supercat, but I tried my best) 

The only thing worse than realizing that her sister had a crush on her boss, was realizing that it was almost certainly reciprocated. She’d done everything she could not to notice, but it was almost unavoidable. Cat Grant had been gone for nearly two months now, but the texts and late night phone calls were routine, by this point. And Cat had started it all, according to Kara, who’d been too terrified of rejection to even send a near-required professional email the day after Cat had left.

The ridiculous dreamy-eyed, glowy look Kara got whenever a new text popped up on her phone was starting to make Alex nauseous. The real kick in the shins was that the look didn’t stick around. Kara wasn’t floating on air all the time, ecstatic about her crush, talking about it all the time, and eating way too much candy. The minute the call ended, the second Kara sat down the phone, the look was gone. In its place was one of absolute dejection. Kara’s usual tenuous relationship with gravity seemed to be gone, as well, her entire body dragging itself through the rest of the night as if she couldn’t get her feet to properly lift off the floor.

Which meant, as usual, that Alex would have to do something about it. The subtle pushing had done almost nothing this time. All she’d had to do in the past was vaguely mention Kara’s crush in passing, hint that she supported it, and Kara had managed to handle the rest fairly well. This time she’d all but flat out told Kara to ask the other woman out and every word of it seemed to go in one of Kara’s ears and out the other.

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hi i’m tolkien here are my ocs. i call them Elves (not elfs!!! if you call them elfs i will block you) they look like humans but they’re tall, live forever, and have pointy ears. that’s it bye

its like a date or whatever

Look how happy! I love drawing CP art. This might keep happening for a while :D what should I draw??

female awesome meme >> [1/20] females in a movie

nicole kidman as gillian owens

me: *buying more makeup* I live for temporary material satisfaction also when will I die

u know i’ve expressed my love for fake married/fake dating many, many times but like. is anything better. is anything better on this earth. does any trope or genre truly care for us quite like this one. let us reflect on a few of the gifts that fake married/dating consistently gives us:

character a asks “hey, will you pretend to be my date for a week for [convoluted excuse that could easily be solved without a fake relationship]?” character b, fully convinced of the futility of their DEEP AND UNREQUITED LOVE, figures this’ll be a chance to spend time with them and possibly put their feelings to rest. character b is always wrong & it is always amazing.

having to SHARE A LIVING SPACE FOR ARBITRARY FIC REASONS. having to see eachother in their pajamas first thing in the morning, messy haired, drowsy eyed and soft faced. going from “you can have the bathroom first” to brushing their teeth beside eachother and feeling like this closeness has always existed (at the same time, painfully aware that it won’t always). 

related to the last one — “”practicing”” their casual touching so that it’s easier when they’re in public. feeling SWOOPS OF ARDOR AND AGONY when they feel the brush of a hand on their neck, or an arm loop around their waist. don’t you love how fake marrieds/dates are always method actors who must FULLY INHABIT their roles. i love it. i live for it. 

bed sharing. :^) we all pretend we’re bigger than this but we are not. 

“kiss me while everyone’s looking.”

the character who wasn’t aware they were in love (maybe always had been) until the fake relationship is in full swing, realizing they have to sort their feelings out before their time together is up. sometimes they succeed and angst is minimal. most of the time they don’t, really.

telling eachother “i love you” in public and meaning it, heart aching over it, but bELIEVING THE OTHER 2 BE ACTING. my soul is still 15, this garbage still gets me. u don’t get pining better than this.

the days leading up to the end of the arrangement where one of them, still confused and muddy about their Feelings and unsure how to break things off, stiffens to the casual, reflexive touching and puts their walls back up. the other one accepts and respects this as the end of their agreement and squashes back down all the hope they ever had, stuffs it next to the heartbreak they’re ignoring deep in their chest. 

when they realize they’re actually fully and enthusiastically mutual about the way they feel and it’s, like, two parts euphoria and one part agony because they just cannOT BELIEVE, the happiness tears them in two. maybe there are weepy or laughing kisses. i don’t know but i’m usually invested like 2000%. i love fake dating/marrieds. 

I LOVE EM.

one of my favorite phrases is ‘that’s a problem for future me’ because it combines two of my favorite things, mild humor and intense, panic inducing procrastination