#ofcosmicwonder

[catalystsofchange]

>  what do u do when u like a girl? set her on fire? // @ofcosmicwonder

(✉️ ➡️ girl wonder): oh my god are you asking me for relationship advice? (✉️ ➡️ girl wonder): /me?/  (✉️ ➡️ girl wonder): hold on, i can do this (✉️ ➡️ girl wonder): okay (✉️ ➡️ girl wonder): don’t set her on fire (✉️ ➡️ girl wonder): how’d i do? (✉️ ➡️ girl wonder): BUT ALSO (✉️ ➡️ girl wonder): WHO’S THE GIRL?

[demiwonder-a]

[ text ] Life is like your ponytail. Overtime it’s going to fall down and get messy, but you just have to take time to pick it back up and fix it @ofcosmicwonder

( 📩 → donna 💕✨ ): did you read that on pinterest??  ( 📩 → donna 💕✨ ): that feels like a pinterest quote. ( 📩 → donna 💕✨ ): i appreciate the sentiment though.  ( 📩 → donna 💕✨ ): it’s hard to feel like it’s so easy to fix though.

[daisyquakes]

*just a fucking gif with text*

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[immortalweapon]

( 🍑 ) a sexy selfie text // @ofcosmicwonder

(✉️ ➡️ Colleen Donna T.): [ image attachment. it’s tragically danny’s first, and probably last, attempt to send colleen a sexy selfie. ‘sexy’ of course, is a monk’s version of sexy meaning he is wearing a tank top and boxers, but his arms are very visible. it’s in tasteful light. it’s black and white. he got tips from tony. it’s a whole thing. unfortunately, garbage dog jumps in his lap as he goes to hit her contact name. his finger slips. chaos ensues. he misclicks and sends it. in the distance, sirens. ]  (✉️ ➡️ Donna T.): NO (✉️ ➡️ Donna T.): I am so sorry! (✉️ ➡️ Donna T.): Please delete that! It was for Colleen. (✉️ ➡️ Donna T.): Don’t look at it!

[ancientwonders]

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Her sisters were a complicated subject, Diana knew that her presence in their lives often complicated things... but it was hard to stay away. She watched them, from a distance, pick up the responsibilities that were meant for Diana. And Donna hadn't only been pressured by Diana's shadow, she had been captured by it. Thrown into a cell because of it. (Because Diana had doubts about her that swum to the surface even now.)

Diana had told herself that what she had seen on the internet was proof that Donna was more than what Diana had assumed. That she could control herself. That she was better than what Diana had credited her for. She tried to believe, tried to let the wall come down and be replaced with the warmth that Donna surely deserved. But it was hard to shake.

Diana knocked on Donna's door. It was still in the early hours of the morning and the comic shop was still closed. When the door finally opened, Diana saw her sister, and for a moment, felt more at ease. (Trusting her sisters had always come more naturally than doubting them.) "Donna." The name came out quietly, gentle — but knowing Donna, she wouldn't want the comfort that Diana could offer. So, she withheld. As she often did. "I've heard things have been busy in my absence." Challenging. For both Donna and Cassie. She paused, unsure how large the gap was now that she had been gone, unsure of how much she was allowed to ask before she crossed a line. "How are you holding up? I saw that you and Kara got into a fight of some kind." It had been months ago, and she knew that whatever context there was, was lost to anyone who wrote about it.

[colleenrand]

“ it’s okay to be a little freaked out. ”

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“I don’t freak out,” Colleen said quickly, knowing full well she had freaked out many times over the years, but admitting that out loud was… it was different. It made the panic in her heart a little more real. But something had to give, and it had to give soon. The holidays were coming up and each time Colleen blinked, another child had vanished. And some of them were coming out of their community center. There was no way that Donna hadn’t noticed. “I can’t freak out,” Colleen finally said, her voice a whisper as she turned her back to the center of the room, looking at Donna out of the corner of her eye. “There are at least six gone. And that’s just here.”

[futurewonder]

‘  is  that  mine?  ’ // @ofcosmicwonder

Yara knew in an instant what her sister was referring to. Of course she did --- the evidence was fairly plain to see. It was hard to deny stealing a shirt that you were actively wearing in the moment, after all, but Yara played dumb all the same. She glanced down at the t-shirt her sister was pointing to, the one with a logo she didn’t recognize and a little too big to fit her the way it was meant to, and she plastered confusion across her face. “I don’t think so,” she lied, looking back to Donna and making her eyes as wide as they’d go. “I got it in Brazil.”

Donna would probably call her out, Yara knew. She’d probably laugh, probably be amused, probably point out that Yara hadn’t gotten anything in Brazil because she wasn’t much of a shopper. But Yara hoped she wouldn’t take the shirt back. Not because Yara didn’t have another to wear --- Cassie made sure she had plenty of clothing --- but because this one was Donna’s. Her older sister’s scent clung to it, like it was sewn into the fabric, and Yara liked that. She didn’t want to lose it.

[mistressofmagic-a]

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Jana had booked the appointment — Zatanna hadn’t done new fliers for her show and with the edits on the schedule and the ring on her hand, Jana had thought it was best that Zatanna do a whole new photoshoot for her promotional materials. And she said something about how people would love the idea of her settling down — she had always been so flighty and this made her seem more like her father. Stable.

But a tear in her fishnets moments before she was supposed to meet with the photographer was enough to push her over the edge. Her new ring had gotten caught and one tug was all it took — she could fix it easily with magic but… that didn’t stop her from letting out a cry of frustration. “Dammit.” Taking in a deep breath, Zee closed her eyes but she couldn’t find any semblance of calm. And the approaching footsteps didn’t help either. “I’m sorry — I promised that I’m not always like this,” Zatanna offered, pushing a smile to her face, slipping back into her performative personality. But then she realized — this was Donna Troy. And thankfully, that provided the perfect deflection. “You’re Yana— Illyana’s friend, right?”