#dulliam

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I snorted louder than I should have (sorry Dulliam)

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Am I the only one who hate William/Kara 😭

I mean no offense to Staz but he has Zero chemistry with Melissa. And William is honestly so boring and feels incompatible for Kara..

Erm... pretty sure no one from my followers really ship or like Dullara. @peggystormborn can tell you about how he is going to be the "ok, i will go to a date with this dude, because there is no other option and then i will realize i want something more aka Mon-El" type of a LI.

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Because she gave away her heart a long time ago and she never got it back 

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I LAUGHED

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I have observed your quandary and therefore asked the source of all of life's answers if Kara is dating dull reporter dude. The magic 8 ball says "don't count on it." 😂

FAM, THE MAGIC BALL HAVE SPOKEN!

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Life is very brutal

Because, fuck the haters

LIFE IS VERY BRUTAL

In which William is having a super bad day.

Life was brutal for amazing, successful, handsome, sweet, dull as hell reporters with sexy British accents living in America, National City, anno Domini 2020.

That (minus the dull part) was what William Fitzwilliam Winston Chamberlain Philippines Godsavethequeen XXIX Dey thought while looking through the window of his fancy apartament, sipping Earl Grey his mommy sent him because in this barbaric country you could not buy a tea that didn’t taste like some socks of a soccer player, from his favourite Chinese porcelain teacup (1642, Xuande Ming dynasty, celadon) that was in his family for generations. 

Here he was, the two Pulitzer Prize-winning reporter stuck in a f-

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SupergirlRadio: You can’t use the F word.

Me: Why?

SupergirlRadio: It’s a G rated fic.

Me:...whatever.

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He was stuck in some gossip shitty magazine for no f...reaking reason, while the better job opportunities were disappearing in a thin air like peoples’ brain cells while listening to Lena Luthor’s amazing plans to save humanity. 

He got a distant impression that he was there just to piss some shippers because SG crew thought that he was going to be loved just because he had SEXY! BRITISH! ACCENT!, but he brushed it away with his silk square his mommy sent him too. 

After all, he was a real human being not a cardborad cut bland character, right?  

Looking at National City with his beautiful very British aristocratic hazel eyes, he sniffed into his silk square and thought that his life could not get worse.

He didn’t know that 5th dimensional dickheads who loved to screw with people lives just for fun existed.

On the next morning he woke up in his bed in a body of a horse (breed:The Old English Black also known as Lincolnshire Black that was an extinct breed but well, Mxy had a weird sense of humor).

Shortly, he panicked, escaped from his room, ran through the wall to the corridor (he was a BIG horse), gave his neighbour, sweet old Mrs. Kowalski and her chihuahua, collective heart attacks and got stuck in an elevator.

Two policemen, a firefighter squad, a zoologist and a dude called Norman could not un-stuck his very British and horse-ish ass from the elevator, so there was only one person who could save him.

Supergirl and Mon-El-

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SupergirlRadio: Why he’s here? It makes no sense.

Me: This whole fic and idea has no f-

SupergirlRadio: *stares*

Me: *sweats*

Me: FREAKING, ok now?!, sense and I love him, so deal with me.

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He was saved! Supergirl, the most amazing girl in her late twenties was going to-!

“I hate horses,” Supergirl said.

William blinked. Ex-freaking-cuse him?

“Why is that?” Mon-El ripped the elevator doors and made some holes in the wall, making the entrance bigger, because you know, heroes didn’t give a shit about not their property.

“They smell and are mean. One kicked me in the chest when I was in the middle school,” she said looking at William with her head tilted and bangs covering her forehead.

Suddenly, she reminded him of someone familiar....

Taylor Swift! Was it possible she was Supergirl? Oh dear Elizabeth Windsor!, I need to write an article! Third Pulitzer, here I come!

“What happened to the horse?” Mon-El said and carefully walked William out from the elevator.

“Broke its legs,” Supergirl said flatly. “I think they brought him to the slaughterhouse...”

William made a noise, something between a cat choking on a mouse and the sound made by a foghorn.

“I’ve heard horsemeat is very tasty,” Supergirl said and licked her lips.

“We’re not going to eat him, Supergirl,” Mon-El rolled his eyes and patted William’s neck. “Don’t worry, she’s just joking, you are too adorable to be eaten,” he smiled.

William blinked and stared at this beautiful, handsome, bearded, well-muscled creature, with amazing ass and stormy grey eyes.

His own eyes teared a little and he felt he was in love.

“Do you think you can put horsemeat into potstickers?” Supergirl said suddenly.

William neighed while choking on the air.

“Supergirl!”

“What? I’m just joking… on the other hand, a slaughterhouse is not so far from here-”

William fainted.

And maybe it was the best for him, because the way the both superheroes flew with him to the nearest zoo, while arguing about horsemeat on pizza, would have probably given him a real heart attack and he would have ended as kabanos sausages.

In the end, he woke up in the zoo and fought with zebras for his evening hay. 

Depressingly munching his supper, he swore he would not to complain about his life ever again if he became human again.

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He was woken up by a loud shriek. 

William opened his eyes and looked at his body that was, yes!, human again. 

Then he noticed he was completely naked, lying on the floor.

And then he heard a scream again.

He rose his head and looked at an old female caretaker who was watching him with eyes big like saucers and…. holding… pitchforks… that were…. aimed at him.

William slowly stood up, spitted out a straw and smiled charmingly (he hoped).

“I can explain,” he said, sweating a little.

The woman looked at him, looked at the zebras, looked at him… a little… lower, looked at the zebras and looked at him again.

William gulped.

The woman screamed again.

THE CURTAIN FALLS

SupergirlRadio: *looks at me*

Me: What?

SupergirlRadio: Seriously?

Me: Be happy I did not change Lena into the naked mole-rat (Heterocephalus glaber) :DDD

THE END

Go and google the naked-mole, seriously.

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Going through Supergirl main tag right after an ep is such interesting experience. Few hours after you get gazzilions of Snowflake gifs and short pissed off posts made by Scs, moaning about how they are done. Day later came the long meta theories how much this show sucks and how Sc is end game. Along with few Alex/Kara gifs.

I wonder if people who don;t want to interact with SC just don’t tag their things in main, ir we are just all dead and the fandom is run by the assholes xD

Dulliam tag is another experience. It works like an anti tag with some positive posts. Stil, no his gifs from 5x14.

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Oh, I didn't mean that! Just that he'll be recovering and won't be in the action, so to speak.

Probably :D