currently thinking about the commitment level of Lena “I could be the luthor who shares her home with a kryptonian” Luthor
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played the absolute longest con, a legend
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currently thinking about the commitment level of Lena “I could be the luthor who shares her home with a kryptonian” Luthor
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played the absolute longest con, a legend
WLW fanfic recs that make sense without knowing the fandom (most are pretty long too.)
i love you cloudy skies i love you 60F/16C temperatures i love you cool winds i love you dewy grass i love you lake and oceanfront breezes i love you rain i love you light jacket weather i love you springtime i love you late fall i love you middle ground temperatures forever
That one scene that broke me but then again the entire fic broke me
The red-winged blackbird’s song is deeply comforting and familiar it’s like walking into the marsh and hearing an old friend
"And then she tripped on her way out and almost took my door with her."
sorry i unpacked all my trauma do you still wanna kiss
i see the younglings post things like "are you still on tumblr at 30?" and "go take care of your kids instead of reading fics"
and i just feel sad
because you have a bunch of young people who are terrified of getting older.
they think age is going to change them, into something boring, something different, something grey.
and i just want to tell them, reassure them:
you will still be the same person.
isn't it wonderful?
you will love the things you love for so many years. you will find joy in the same things, decade after decade. you will feel the same inside, through all this time.
yes, the body will change. yes there's more responsibilities, less time, even less energy.
but there's no magical age where you stop enjoying that specific story, that specific game, that specific hobby.
but you know what also comes with age?
you have less fucks to give.
I turn 50 in July. I had this HUGE list of things I had to do, that I absolutely KNEW I had to be, before I turned 30, or I was a total failure. I didn't do any of those things, and it didn't matter. I was CONVINCED that by the time I was 40, my life was basically over. All the fun stuff I liked, all the music I liked, the games I liked to play, all of it was done for some reason, and I would be a Boring Adult. ALL OF THIS IS BULLSHIT. I am here to tell you that when you get older, it's fucking AWESOME. You don't put up with anyone's bullshit. You figure out who deserves your time and attention, and you have the fucking BEST TIME EVER with them. All the time. I still play video games. I still go to concerts. I do everything I can to see and validate and celebrate young people when they come into my life, because I want an entire generation to know that the lies media and advertising tells you about life basically ending at 40 so you'd better buy all the shit they're selling you is GARBAGE. The older I get, the cooler and more awesome my life is. I am still the same punk rock weirdo I was when I was in my 20s, I'm just wiser and more comfortable in my own skin than I was then. Getting older did not do ANY of the things I believed it would do. If I may offer two pieces of advice on the small chance a younger person than me is reading this: take care of your core strength. When you hit middle age, your body is just weaker than it was, and it's easier to hurt yourself. It takes longer to recover from injury, and if I could change one thing, it would be paying more attention to my physical strength. And the only currency, the only thing the ultimately matters in our lives, is choosing to be kind. The world is a cruel place full of awful people. Don't be one of them.
Not only all of this but I lose one "fuck" a year and I am so close to having none at all and when I say THAT IS FREEDOM i just didn't have when I was younger....damn.
You don’t have to give up the things you love just because the counters at the Naval Observatory keep turning over
first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go
Nice... 👍❤🤞🍻🎉
I miss them 🥺
sunday :)
Please don’t go
Sunset in National City is one of Kara’s favorite times of day. All of the warmth that’s so lovingly ensconced every crevice of the city all day melts away into orange and pink and blue, gleaming off the buildings and shining in the glass as the world starts to soften for the night. Kara likes to watch the sunsets from the sky, soaking in the day’s final rays of sun from her perch on the roof of the city’s tallest building. Lena’s building. There’s something about the warmth of her favorite star and the view of her favorite city— the sound of her favorite heartbeat a few floors below her.
But sunset feels a little different tonight.
sometimes i think about gay people who lived centuries ago who thought they were all alone who imagined a world where they could live openly as themselves who met in secret spoke in code defied everything and everyone just to exist and i’m like..i gotta sit down. whew i gotta sit down
this is why this sappho fragment hits me so hard
If this little book should see the light after its 100 years of entombment, I would like its readers to know that the author was a lover of her own sex and devoted the best years of her life in striving for the political equality and social and moral elevation of women.
“The Great Geysers of California” by Laura De Force Gordon, 1879, unearthed from a 100-year-old time capsule in San Francisco, 1979.
reading these fragments always makes me cry