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Family Photos (Supergirl ficlet)

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Alex Danvers, Kara Danvers

I just wanted a Danvers sisters scene after we find out about Jeremiah in 2x14. So I kind of wrote one?

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The locker room is quiet, only the faint sounds of agents talking in the hallway filtering through the heavy steel (and lead-lined) door.

Alex sits on the bench in front of her locker. Her tactical vest is on her shoulders but not done up, most of her gear spread out on the bench beside her. Methodically, she runs through her usual checks, making sure her everything is in working order. The alien gun, her favourite, sits in the closed locker on the top shelf.

She’d open the locker to grab it but that would mean having to look at the family photos taped to the inside of the locker door. 

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHIN HOSEOK
#WONRABBITDAY

OH SWEET LORD MORE OFFICIAL ART!!!!! IT LOOKS LIKE THE BANQUET AFTER EPISODE 12!!! <3 <3

-LOOK AT VICTOR’S FACE!!! HIS HEART MOUTH!! OF MY GOSH! <3

-YUURI BE LIKE “OH NO NOT AGAIN!” BUT ALSO SECRETLY LOVING IT

-WHAT THAT HELL IS YURIO DOING?!?! DODGING?! 

-PHICHIT BEING HIMSELF BASICALLY (INSTAGRAM LORD)

-OTABEK STARING AND CONTEMPLATING HIS LIFE CHOICES

-JJ AND ISABELLA BEING ALL CUTE AND STUFF

LET’S PARTY INDEED!!!

anonymous asked:

LMAO so why do we only hear Luke Poole in articles giving interviews and details about whats going on but 0 pics of him and B? And B doesnt follow or acknowledge a Luke Poole....i'm at a point where i'm sure Luke Poole doesnt exist and is an imaginary character created to give "details" and "gossip" in yikes tabloids tbh! How come Luke always knows whats going on and what B feels like and is always the first to give tabloids ints and info and B always allows it yet they never hang out at all?

I want to be your lover. Not just any lover, but the lover that eats you alive, the lover you want so badly that it tears your beating heart right out of your chest. I want to show you what it means to unchain each other, bare our claws and fangs and antagonize the animal instinct in you that stimulates the animal need in me. I want to be the only one who knows what your desperate cries sound like in the night. What your arms feel like when the hunt and climax are over, our blood still pumping from the adrenaline, as the moon glows in through the thrilling transparency of your curtains. I want to be that wolf.
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