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What would Warrior Nun characters reply to “would you still love me if I were a worm?”

Ava Silva:

Sister Beatrice:

Sister Camila:

Sister Lilith:

Shotgun Mary:

Mother Superion:

Jillian Salvius:

The foam was not as gross looking irl😂😭

BEATRICE + loose strands of hair

KRISTINA TONTERI-YOUNG as SISTER BEATRICE  WARRIOR NUN | season two

Ulladulla, New South Wales | trenny_m

WHY SUPERCORP ALREADY WON

I know there are people out there who are not getting tired of telling us "supercorp isn't going to happen because the sc fans are bullies/are toxic/the worst, blah blah blah, and need to be punished".

The truth is, they don't know what will happen, no one does (except the people who actually work on the show).

And yet they keep yelling it into the void of the internet with a conviction like it's already set in stone.

But why? They probably think they say it in order to disillusion us, but that just shows they don't know us. They don't know what it's like to be queer and to find yourself in a fictional ship. They don't know what we've already been through.

The truth is they can't disillusion us because we have no illusions. We know what can happen, we've seen it before. No one is more prepared for supercorp not happening than us. Queer fans have been disappointed by tv shows/movies for decades, we barely know anything else.

So what if supercorp isn't going to happen? We'll do what we have always done and will continue to do. We'll take the loss, dust ourselves off and go back to creating fanart and fanworks. We'll keep our fandom alive. Like the sq fandom, the clexa fandom and so many others have done before, the sc fandom will do it too.

There's nothing for us to be afraid of. We don't actually expect this time to be different. We prepare for the worst (and hope for the best), like we always do.

The anti-sc people however, their hate is all they got. No fanworks, no community, no hope.

So what if sc actually becomes canon? They'll be the ones who don't know how to handle the disappointment. They rarely had to before. Not in the same capacity as we queer fans anyway. They'll have nothing left, because they don't have much to begin with. They'll lose.

That's why they are afraid. That's why they yell "supercorp is not going to happen" over and over again. They are desperate, they need their own words to become true. They yell it to comfort themselves. They yell it to drown out their fear, like warriors storming into a battle.

They can't see they've already lost. The war is already over and they've chosen the losing side.

Because the truth is, no matter if supercorp happens or not, we have already won. We are and forever will be the biggest fandom of the show. Our fanworks will outlast the show. Our community will be here long after all the haters have moved on (probably to another fandom they can harass). Our ship will be remembered by generations of queer women, even after pop culture has long forgotten about the cishet ships and the show itself. Canon supercorp or not, we'll be the last ones standing.

― Jamie Anderson

reading a textbook for class and i’m going insane. why is this just poetry. what. this is a STEM class what’s going on.

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.”

— Alfred Tennyson

“Almost everywhere where it gives happiness, there is joy in nonsense.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche

She said what she said… ✌🏼❤️🔊

Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″

“I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse. I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem. Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo. When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to. And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe. I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy. I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.”

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Curious Georgiana (via grrrlstudies)

I know I’ve reblogged this before, but it bears re-reblogging (?).  This is how you respond to abuse, this is how you give people control over their bodies/uteruses, this is how you act as a generally non-judgmental and compassionate person.  I love this story so fucking much.

(via coffeewithants)

I love capturing that roadtrip feeling on film from the sunny backseats of my friends cars

“Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.”

— Lisa McMann

“I don’t regret us but I wouldn’t do it again.”

— Unknown

Lena Luthor’s soft smile ™

❤️

that one line from pobawf where charlie and says something along the lines of being happy yourself and wanting others to be happy and the unification + direct affect of humanity in relation to happiness and feelings like wow yes i understand...

“You were unsure which pain is worse - the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.”

— Simon Van Booy, Everything Beautiful Began After

Lena Luthor smiling because of Kara Danvers. (pt. 2)

Your 100 days of fanfic is v v cute!!! Any interest in something kidfic-related for Supercorp? Like Lena and Kara hearing their baby's first words perhaps? Thanks!

She doesn’t really consider herself much of a mother. After all, the maternal figures she had to look up to growing up were few and far between. (A nanny there, a teacher here…so it goes.) And yet, her daughter’s curious blue eyes stir something deep inside of her, and it sort of feels like she’s been doing this her whole life, even if chopping up fruit was never something she imagined for herself.

“I swear I heard her say Mom,” Kara says, breaking Lena out of her thoughts. She smiles, because Kara swears up and down every week that their daughter has spoken her first word, and hasn’t been right yet.

“Are you sure it just wasn’t her normal noises when she likes whatever she’s eating?”

“Like yum? No. It was mom. Moooommm.” Kara crosses her arms over her chest, looking at Lena a little petulantly. “I want her first word to be Mom.”

“I mean, I don’t know what else it would be. She has two moms.”

“Mommy. But I’m mommy. And I want you to be Mom.”

Lena laughs, turning her head to watch their daughter play with some colorful toys Kara had snuck in last week, even after Lena had said no more toys. “Any particular reason why?”

“No, none,” Kara answers with faux innocence. “Just that if she recognizes you as mom first, maybe you’ll stop thinking this is all a dream.”

It’s said jokingly, but there’s more than a little truth to the statement, and not for the first time Lena wonders how Kara got to know her so well. “It’s a mighty good dream though.”

Kara smirks and lets the topic drop. “Maybe we should revisit that one dream you had, remember, I think it involved me and a shower—”

Lena’s face burns bright, the knife slips, and she feels a sting on her finger where fruit juices begin to seep into her freshly sliced flesh. “Oh shit,” she mumbles, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her bloody finger.

Then, from across the room, what Kara has been hoping for finally happens: “Oh shit, Mom.”

They pause, then Kara turns to Lena with a huge grin. “Do you see that? She’s a prodigy!”