I brought this here SOLEY to answer the questions. Because Oh My God.
1. Actually, the CW went down in views after Lena got more screentime in S5, so it's not like antis are alone in thinking she got too much attention, so did the General Audience.
2. No, just your fandom. They spent way too much time being nasty to everyone who wasn't them (and even turned on their own if they didn't fall in line with the 'doctrine'), harassed the cast and crew so much Azie actually got warned when she joined the cast, and generally just couldn't stay in their lane even if they were paid.
Nobody had any problems with SuperCat, SuperLane, Dansen, or Sanvers. Ironically, the ships I just mentioned all had problems with SC, and two of them never included Kara.
3. Nobody is jealous of you over anything. Literally anything. The fandom has such a bad rep that people didn't even want them included in fandom-wide projects because they take everything over and make it about them.
Both questions actually show the hubris and ego that everyone loathes about your fandom, so you really just gave an example of the real reason the fandom is hated.
4. Please point to where they admitted they were acting choices for that specific reason? I know Katie made a comment once, but it feels like if both characters merely breathe in the same room it's seen as an 'acting choice,' so it's hard to take these claims seriously.
As for the main question of 'why'? If you outright stated it was headcanon, I wouldn't bitch. But you always present it as unassailable fact when there are, indeed, heterosexual interpretations you're just not interested in entertaining. And therefore claim the show or actresses gave you something that wasn't even intentional.
Yes, I am waiting for Word of God. Especially since G@ylors are using the very same logic you are to prove Taylor Swift is gay and trying to force her out of the closet they are convinced she's still in after 10 years.
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I didn't even rewatch the last episode of s4, it was just taking me forever to finish and I have things to say so anyway.
I get that it's obvious to the audience that xenophobia = bad, but it sure wasn't to the people of National City. So where were the actual arguments? When did they actually address the public's concerns? Superfam just kept going "This is not the time to fight" and *insert completely unrelated hope speech here*
And I really just don't understand why they gave the new villain of the season a whole ass episode for his sob story. I think it's good when villains are somewhat sympathetic, but they really went far with this one. Aren't we supposed to hate him? I sure did.
Kara's whole characterization kind of...confused me this season. First, we had inexperienced and optimistic Kara, then we had somewhat experienced but still optimistic Kara, and then depressed but experienced, intelligent and serious Kara in s3. Which I know the depressed part wasn't that fun to watch but it felt like a logical character progression, at least to me. And then we have...somehow really dumb and irrationally optimistic Kara? How did this happen? She's basically her season 1 self, but more arrogant and way more willing to let her friends walk all over her, apparently.
And please don't get me started on that whole scene where she apologized to LENA for being upset that LENA consistently lied to her (and her mother) about something that originally belonged to her people and she probably has some trauma about. Just don't :)
As for the ending, I have two main issues with it. First of all, I really hate when they redeem characters by having them sacrifice themselves. Dying is easy. Understanding why you sucked and getting better is hard. And they made it look like Red Daughter only saved Kara because she didn't want Lex to win, which is likely what happened but it's certainly not much of a redemption.
And lastly, the Alex-remembers-and-Kara-comes-back-to-life scene. Ho boy. One of the things I find compelling about action shows is the suspense. You're actually worried for the characters. I rarely felt like this for Supergirl, but now the show guarantees we never will. Why? Because Kara pretty much can't die, apparently. Electrocuted? Touch some grass! Poisoned with kryptonite? Roll out the sun lamps and she'll be fine! From now on, there's literally nothing they can do to her that will permanently kill her, as long as there's sunlight or plants around.
Whatever you say, show.
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“You got anything to tell me about yesterday’s interview, Ponytail?”
Being cornered by one’s editor is rarely a good sign. Being cornered by a harried Snapper Carr one month into her tenure as a rookie reporter would be enough to give others nightmares for a month. Maybe ulcers. Kara, though, she’s been having a great week, and she’s not about to let anyone ruin it.
“Nope.” She pops the p a little. Something about Snapper’s moroseness always pushes her to be spitefully chipper.
“Nothing out of the ordinary?”
“Not at all.”
“Hm.” Snapper nurses the thought with that dour, toothachey look that Kara’s come to learn is directed at her just as much as it is a sign of his general displeasure with the world. He pulls out his phone, jabbing at the screen. “So do you mind explaining to me why my cub reporter is on the front page of every gossip rag from here to Metropolis as the Mystery Blonde Caught in Luthor’s Web?”
That can’t be right is immediately the tip of Kara’s tongue but it freezes there, along with the incredulous laugh threatening to burst out of her, because Snapper is shoving his phone in her face and–
“It’s not what it looks like,” she blurts out, instinctively, then winces at her own choice of words. Great save. “I was just being considerate.”
It’s true, really. She was only holding the door open for Lena as they left L-Corp (Lena was on the move the whole day, they did half of the interview in the back of her Range Rover, flitting between offices), and it only happened that Lena’s hand fell to her forearm, a completely innocent gesture, as innocent as Lena’s smile, as the way she swayed a little closer, saying thank you as she strode by. And sure, Kara may have felt mesmerized for a single, fleeting moment, suddenly so deeply flustered by the gentle weight of Lena’s hand that she almost cracked the door handle in two, but who wouldn’t? Lena Luthor just has a remarkable presence. Why are they letting paparazzi camp out at the L-Corp doorstep, anyways?
“I’ve never seen Luthor that affectionate with anyone.” Snapper eyes Kara suspiciously, his face screaming why you of all people, bumbling rookie who can barely even spell?. “I’ve never seen any of the Luthors affectionate with anyone at all.”
“Guess it’s just my natural charm, sir.” Kara flashes the most annoyingly innocent smile she can, then squares her shoulders. “Did you actually read my article?”
There’s a beat of silence, Snapper staring daggers at her. Then finally, finally, he lets out an annoyed huff.
“Of course I read it. It’s going out first thing tomorrow.” He pockets his phone, then rubs his face with a tired motion. “Make sure this doesn’t happen again.”
“You got it, boss.”
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It happens again.
It happens again a bunch, really. (Kara at the L-Corp gala, at Lena’s table, the two of them in lively conversation, shoulders pressed together – she was telling me about L-Corp’s new green energy initiative, sir –, the fond smile and almost-teasing tone when Lena calls “yes, Miss Danvers?” at her press conference – she’s just nice! It’s not a crime! –, the candid of them on the CatCo balcony when Lena’s in house for her cover shoot, Kara gesturing excitedly and Lena leaning against the railing, hanging onto every word, a jacket two sizes too big wrapped around her shoulders – you know it gets cold out there. At least there’s no photos of her wrapping the jacket around Lena, their hands brushing together, the faint blush along the lines of Lena’s throat. That’d probably look pretty suspicious.) Snapper’s face takes on increasingly vivid shades of purplish red.
“Do we need to go over the meaning of journalistic integrity again, Danvers?”
Kara decides to take graduating from “Ponytail” as a win.
“We’re not– it’s not anything untoward,” she shoots back, arms crossed, only slightly blushing. In anger, certainly. “I’m doing my job. I grilled her on L-Corp still holding a contract with the government for anti-alien defense systems that Lex negotiated, just last week. There’s footage.”
“Yeah,” Snapper grinds his teeth so vehemently that Kara’s afraid he might crack a crown. “Footage of her hugging you in the hallway afterwards, too. What the hell were you doing?”
“She just thanked me, sir.” The vein on Snapper’s neck looks ready to burst. Kara makes a mental note to recommend meditation at a less belligerent time. “She said my question made it possible for her to make a public stance and really send a message.”
Snapper looks like he’s nearing an aneurysm.
“Hell, Danvers, that sounds even worse!”
It sounded pretty great, actually, Kara thinks, after the borderline unprofessional row they had in Lena’s office when Kara first broached the subject. It felt pretty great, too, not just Lena’s declaration, her renewed commitment to reject everything Lex and Lillian stand for, but the warmth of Lena’s pressed against her, her lips brushing against Kara’s cheek, the low murmur of “you’re such a wonderful friend” in her ear that gave her such a strange shiver. At least that much thankfully escaped the prying eyes and cameras.
“Either I don’t go near her, or CatCo continues to have the leading stories on one of National City’s most high-profile citizens.” She gives Snapper the steeliest look she can muster without letting her heat vision flare up. “And my covers are currently bringing in our biggest numbers. Sir.”
Snapper grinds his teeth again, but his shoulders sag just a touch, and Kara knows she’s won this round.
“You’re on thin ice, Danvers. Back to your desk.”
Kara complies with a grin and a thumbs up, and decides to take a break half an hour later, when Alex forwards her an article titled Bosom Buddies: Lena Luthor Out And About With CatCo Gal Pal with a subtle mix of skull, knife, and eyeroll emojis. She does save one of the photos, though, the one where Lena’s head’s thrown back in adorable, delightful laughter.
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“Can you explain this one, Danvers?”
Snapper doesn’t look angry this time. No, he’s strangely calm, somewhat elated, even, slamming a whole bundle of newspapers down on her desk, jolting Kara out of her reverie. Half of them are National City publications, Kara vaguely notes, but there’s Metropolis and Gotham and Central City in the mix, too, as if it was the story of the century. Must be a slow news day.
“Of course, sir. I think the proper term is ‘first date’?”
To her greatest surprise, Snapper barks out a laugh, loud and gruff.
“You’re now barred from any future reporting on the Luthors or L-Corp,” he tells her, not without a touch of satisfaction. If Kara hadn’t been walking on sunshine for the past thirteen hours, twenty-eight minutes and forty-one seconds, since the first tentative press of Lena’s lips against her own, she might’ve felt a bit miffed. “Cat Grant’s setting aside a little time later in the afternoon to chew you out personally.”
Kara nods happily along. Withering tones and grim disapproval, the usual spiel, as if anything could dull that buzzing, electrifying feeling coursing through her body since last night, the weightless, feverish joy that grips her every time she thinks of Lena’s last text and everything can’t wait to see you again tonight could possibly entail.
“Yessir.”
“Congratulations, Danvers.” Snapper raps his knuckles against her desk. “Let’s spare each other the heartburn from now on.”
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(Kara shows up with a hickey on her neck and the headlines of Lena Luthor Packs PDA With New Girlfriend the next day. Snapper refuses to look her in the eyes for the rest of the week.)
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Reflection (Kara reveals herself to Nia)
It felt like looking in a mirror.
When the frantic brunette stepped into the elevator, chattering distractedly at a mile a minute, Kara had to bite back a laugh. The nerves and the coffee and the horror of realizing that the new reporter had stepped into an elevator with the Kara Danvers brought some amusement to Kara. But Kara soon learned that there were other similarities - a passion for social justice, a reluctance to make waves - and Kara felt some kinship with her.
Nia’s average body temperature was 94F. Kara knew what it was like to hide.
Kara didn’t know that seeing her reflection would happen almost simultaneously with her own world falling apart. It wasn’t just the turmoil of anti-alien bigotry that felt like a kick in the gut. She was a stranger in Alex’s eyes - untrustworthy and suspect, drawing apprehension from the agent’s eyes whenever she wore the red and blue. Her strongest defender, the sister who protected her and stood by her… was gone.
The only other person she could be herself with - even if she did still have to hide - was busy with work. And when Lena wasn’t busy with work, she was busy with James. It killed Kara to watch them curl up together on the rare game night when Lena came by.
Nia’s hometown of Parthas was a breath of fresh air, but even that wouldn’t last long. In a town where naltorians and humans lived in harmony for ages - a town where Nia’s transness didn’t warrant commentary either - Kara found herself feeling hopeful. Until Liberty’s men came to destroy it, until she had to heatvision a gun out of her sister’s hand and received distrust in return.
The drive back home was a long one.
Her heart broke as Nia mourned the death of her mother, the destruction of her town, the you’re not even a real woman that her sister had thrown so callously in her direction. What seemed like simple similarities, like first-day jitters or an instinct for journalism, shifted to something stinging and sharp. Their stories weren’t the same - Nia had grown up in peace, Kara had grown up in turmoil - but they were both adrift in an unwelcoming world, without the people they cared about most to help them.
Kara pulled her car over.
It was Alex’s and Lena’s faces that flickered in her mind as she stepped out. The sister she had lost, the would-be lover that was in the arms of someone else, with no one left she could feel open with. She told herself - and Nia - that it was a logical decision to come out to Nia, because Nia wouldn’t be in danger, because she was a fledgling hero in need of mentorship.
As Kara turned and whipped off her glasses, as she temporarily took to the skies, she knew that this wasn’t entirely about logic. She was wrapped up in the wishes for her childhood, in the mourning of her present. If she couldn’t help herself, she could help someone who echoed her.
“I just need you to know now that you’re not alone,” she said when she landed. I just need to know that I’m not the only one.
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