In case anyone forgot: she is in love with her Space Puppy. And shall give all her love to them.

— ❝ hello, master. ❞

Is she swooning because of a certain Daxamite? Yes.

She’s awake and needs; coffee.

Does she need a snickers?

Is it?

She has jokes! Has kara mentioned how adorable it is when Mon makes jokes?

Ah, she does. But normally they aren’t that. . . Funny. Yes she certainly has those.

There’s a hell-hound shuffling close.

. . . This is true. She’s not wrong—

She certainly does. She’ll agree wirh that.

╱ I just snorted.

╱ 🙂🙂

╱ no, no it did not. 🤷🏼‍♀️

╱ dying. How is you?

Is there a kryptonian sneaking you behind Mon-El and covering her eyes? Yes. ❝ Guess who. ❞

╱ @ Twitter: stop fuckin locking me out of here and telling me my password is wrong. I know it’s not. And I don’t like being kept from here. 😤

There’s a smirk, and a tilt to the kryptonian‘a head. ❝ And who might that be? ❞ she asks—not able to help the tiny bit of jealousy that sneaks out.

There’s a hum, and she’s shrugging softly. ❝ One more guess. Make it count, Blondie. ❞