I love this city. The lights. All the windows. I love that behind every window there’s a story. Someone’s eating take-out with their boyfriend. Someone’s playing board games with their kids. To me, every person in the city is a light. And every time I’ve helped one of them… A little bit of their light has become a part of me. I’ve never been happier than when I’ve been Supergirl.
“So listen. If you listen to nothing else, listen to this. You’re always gonna be afraid even if you learn to hide it. Fear is like a companion. A constant companion, always there. But that’s ok. Because fear can bring us together. Fear can bring you home. I’m gonna leave you something, just so you’ll always remember. Fear makes companions of us all.”
― Clara Oswald
↳ You’re supposed to hate the woman. Isn’t that the standard trope? The seductress, the slut, the tramp who led your man astray. And I do. I loathe Olivia Pope. But it’s a boring sort of hate. Uninteresting, cliche. It’s hard to even get my back into it. But Fitz? I found him. I cleaned him up after that monster who raised him damaged his spirit. I am the one who told him he was someone. I am the one who cheered him on and listened to him ramble about his hopes and his dreams. I am the one who focused him. I did all the work. I did all the work and now she gets to reap the benefits? No. No, I made him. He exists because I say he exists.