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Kara's mood was difficult to read if you didn't know what to look for. Smiles came easily for her, no matter what. But Lena had learned to read Kara no matter what. If she was happy she'd go for some of her favourites, though they also made an appearance when she was sad. Those were important to read in proportions, more food like on Krypton? Sad about outliving people. More of the earth food? Probably happy. It was difficult for Lena to learn it though, because she hadn't realised it. The reason she hadn't realised it was simple. Kara only did that with other people. It was only when she was invited to a game night did she see it. Kara had specific food she'd always get for Lena. At first Lena had been confused, but when Kara had gifted her with a book on Krypton's scientific advances she realized it. Just in a footnote, a reference to a cultural practice only practiced within a certain city. Nothing more than a curiosity to the author, something so normal. But when she compared the mentioned food to what Kara got her, it became clear quickly. Argon had a tradition of finding specific edible flowers, which used to grow around the city before the large advances in science destroyed the wildlife. Those edible flowers were for meals you only made your intended. Kara was courting her with food. And if that wasn't the most Kara thing to do, Lena wasn't in love with that oblivious alien. Now what was the Kryptonian way to accept that.
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latuarts · 3 days
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i am angry because of my father. / adam raised a cain. / in the blood. / disaster. / and my father's love was nothing next to god's will. / comfort me with apples. / the crucible. / electra, sophocles. / bbc merlin.
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mycatismyeditor · 19 hours
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Day 288
Kara comes to the station for a cup of tea...
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Art by the incredible @rustingcat
Latest chapter available here:
Uncensored version of the drawing below the cut.
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waytooinvested · 2 days
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Lena: Why does Kara never seems to pick up on my flirting?? Sam, will you pretend to be Kara so I can practise asking her out? I need you to tell me what I'm doing wrong. Sam: Sure, lay it on me. Lena: Kara, I like you romantically and I want to go on a date with you. Sam: You're being way too subtle, she'll never get it.
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disquietiswhatitis · 2 days
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Lillian: (has Cyborg Superman, Metallo and a host of Cadmus foot soldiers standing behind her) You’d never survive this.
Lena: (In her own exosuit, standing between them and a Kryptonite-weakened Supergirl) Well happily, neither would you.
Lillian: To choose Supergirl here is to declare war against your family.
Lena: (charges up her suit, not giving a fuck) Wonderful.
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fictiongods · 1 day
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God it’s the way that Kara’s so gentle with Lena. Like this woman is the strongest being on earth, have lifted literal submarines out of water and over her head, flew gigantic space prisons back into space, and can literally just catch bullets in her hands. But. She touches Lena like she’s the most important thing in the whole galaxy and I CANT. Like she is so soft with her. The way she carefully wraps her arms around her!!! The way she holds her hand in that one scene!!! THE WAY SHE LOOKS AT HER. Can someone just shoot me in the head I literally can’t with them.
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huge-her · 2 days
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malyce19 · 2 days
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Hi.
I’m working on coming back to the world of fic writing after a very long hiatus. TLDR I got sober and had a baby and my perspective on the whole world changed, as it does. So if you’ve liked my fics in the past, I’m sorry I’ve been MIA for so long. Here’s a teaser of what I’m working on right now. It’s called State Lines.
“there’s no such thing as a clean break when your heart starts bleeding out.” - chance peña
Day 1
She sold her penthouse and bought the car. A gray sedan, plenty of room for all of the belongings she cared enough to travel with. Nothing flashy, something reliable and low maintenance that wouldn’t call too much attention to her presence as she made her escape. All that mattered to her was that the car’s suspension wasn’t impacted by all of the emotional weight she was bringing with her on this journey to nowhere. She should have said something, she knows that. But what do you say when you’re leaving everything and everyone behind?
She didn’t know where she was going, not that it really mattered. She’d been driving for two days, only stopping for gas and compulsory restroom and food breaks. The more distance she could place between herself and blonde haired blue eyed loves of her life, the better. So she drove, vaguely eastbound with stinging eyes and an aching heart.
Miles passed and the road lines started to feel like metaphors, lines in the proverbial sand. Endless expanses of pavement and exit signs beckoned her forward, the promise of anonymity and rebirth lingering somewhere on the horizon as she drove. As her old life burned to cinders behind her, she felt less like a phoenix and more like a nondescript speck of ash, floating aimlessly on the wind. And maybe that’s all she was now, without her.
Day 3
By day three, Lena had to stop to sleep. She’d pushed herself as far as she could, coffee and disgustingly sweet energy drinks sustaining her only to the point of blurred vision and shaking hands. So she found a slightly innocuous looking hotel a few miles off the highway in northern Texas, pulling her borrowed (now stolen) NCU baseball cap down as far as it would go to obscure her features as she checked in. It helped, she supposed, that the kid behind the counter couldn’t drag his eyes away from the football game he was watching long enough to look her in the eye, so being recognized wasn’t an issue. She paid for the room in cash, as she had with everything else on this trip, and she tipped the boy an extra $100 bill to ensure housekeeping left the room alone until she’d checked out. Leaving a paper trail would defeat the purpose of a clean break, and she couldn’t risk being recognized by a well-meaning staffer trying to offer more towels.
In the safety of a locked hotel room, Lena took her hair down and tossed the duffle bag on the bed. It was getting dark out, and she closed the heavy curtains to keep her eyes from searching the clear sky for familiar streaks of red and blue. It was only a matter of time, she knew, before her absence would become obvious. She’d left LCorp on sabbatical, leaving Sam at the helm for the time being, vaguely committing to take the reins again sometime in the future. Her new phone was blissfully quiet, Sam and Jess the only two she trusted with the number. News alerts about superheroes and aliens and secret government agencies were disabled, and all that graced her lock screen was a stock photo of some rainy trees.
As she sat down on the bed, exhaustion starting to settle into every nerve, she couldn’t help but wonder how the hell she got here. Not physically, that was obvious. She bought a car and drove for three straight days until she realized she was endangering the other drivers (though there’d been very few) by continuing on like this. She just didn’t trust herself to keep going without rest, so here she was, in a Hilton hotel in fucking Lubbock, of all places. Trust. That’s what this all boiled down to, wasn’t it? Misplaced trust, betrayal of trust, lack of trust where it was dutifully earned with literal blood, sweat and tears. Trust, broken and shattered and disintegrated in one fell swoop with her former favorite person’s too-little-too-late confession.
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mistressvera · 10 hours
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Katie McGrath | costume appreciation: 25/∞
Lena Luthor - SUPERGIRL s04e01 ∙ American Alien
DC  | costume appreciation: 8/∞
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captm29 · 2 days
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Lena: why do you even love me? After everything Ive done to you
Kara: You have my heart. You have my soul.And you're the first and last person to ever have either one.
Kara: I loved you first. And last. I've only got this feeling for you. No one else. I will NEVER choose any one else.
Kara: Do you hear me?
Kara: say it. Tell me you hear me.
Lena crying: i hear you
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ziggy-the-moon-man · 16 hours
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me (a lesbian) waiting for two characters in a tv-show (that are both lesbians bc i say so) and are in a an explicit relationship (wlw romance i made up in my head) to kiss (the writers don’t know how to write lesbian storylines) after one episode (the entire series which got cancelled)
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lgbtimelords · 2 days
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who's afraid of little old me? ✒️
small kara danvers character study through the lyrics of taylor swift
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waytooinvested · 1 day
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Lena: So. What’s taking you to Milan?
Kara: Oh no…
Lena: During your “big work thing”.
Kara: Okay. This isn’t what it looks like.
Lena: God, can’t you be any more original than that?
Kara: Not really no. Because, it looks like I’m having an affair, doesn’t it?
Lena: Yes it FUCKING does.
Kara: Yeah. And I’m not. What I’m doing is… I’m saving the world from an alien invasion.
Lena: You’re-what? No you’re not.
Kara: Yeah, I am… and I’m really sorry.
Lena: What? I mean y-y-y-you’re not. But why are you?
Kara: Because… and again, I am so sorry. That’s my job.
Lena: It’s not. You’re a Personal Assistant.
Kara: No. I’m a Superhero. Quite- quite a famous Superhero.
Lena: So that Superhero we see on the news that looks and sounds exactly like you…
Kara: Supergirl? Yeah that’s me. I wear glasses so no one can tell.
Lena: But why would you hide this from me???
Kara: Because when we first met, you, very charmingly, explained to me how Kryptonian powers work.
Lena: Did I?
Kara: Yes you did. It was basically the first conversation we ever had, and then immediately afterwards, like straight away you asked me what I did for a living. And I thought well if I say Kryptonian Superhero you’ll feel really stupid, so I said Personal Assistant.
Lena: Why Personal Assistant?
Kara: Because I thought it was so boring you wouldn’t ask me any other questions. You did though. You were very sweet and you asked loads of questions. Which I answered. Making it hard to go back from it on a second date… And then the relationship continued, and I don’t know, at a certain point I just realised it’s now impossible ever to tell you.
Lena: A certain point? What, like our wedding day?!
Kara: No, way before that.
Lena: So what did you think was going to happen in the end?
Kara: I suppose I thought something exactly like this was going to happen in the end…
Lena: Is this all really true?
Kara: Yeah. And I mean… I can prove it quite easily.
Lena: So… you’re not having an affair?
Kara: No, I swear I have never, EVER cheated on you.
Lena: But you have lied to me. Since the day we met. About what you do, what you care about, basically who you are.
Kara: Yeah… Yeah. That’s worse isn’t it?
Lena: …. No it’s way better. Just don’t ever do it again, okay?
Kara: It’s hard to see how I could.
Source: John Finnemore's Souvenir Programme
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mcgrath-corp · 2 days
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i have no friends, i’d like to think it’s in the same cool and mysterious way lena has no friends…
it’s not
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