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when your art program’s closing message hits you straight in the heart and makes you stop and contemplate the state of it all

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S5 should’ve come back from Crisis with the show completely flipped on its head and had Lena leading her own version of the Legion of Doom

In my head it goes like this:

In rebuilding the universe, while Lex is trying to rewrite reality in his favor, Kara is only focused on two things: getting her loved ones back safe and sound, and Lex never being in a position to hurt Lena ever again

The resulting Earth is nothing like Kara (or Lex) expect it to be (and J’onn is unable to restore memories in either direction because that was lazy writing) so Kara, Lex, and J’onn all remember Earth-38 and everyone else only know this new world they’ve stumbled into

Surprise #1: as far as the world is concerned, Kara Danvers is dead and Kara Zor-El is the one that did it

Our Kara is shocked to learn that she’s been under the influence of red kryptonite since Lord accidentally invented it and has gone out of her way to remain that way

Because Supergirl was less than eager to be helpful after stopping Myriad, Lena’s helicopter does crash and Lillian does her Metallo thing

Lena and Supergirl start “working together” though obviously no one in this group will ever actually trust each other

Reign arrives and starts as an adversary to everyone until Lena somehow brings her into the fold

(Ruby goes into hiding with Alex and eventually Kelly because regardless of the red kryptonite, anyone close to Kara is still off limits and “safe”)

Brainy arrives from the future, having acquired the Harun-El to stop Reign but he isn’t prepared for Red!K Kara to be protecting her

When Lena discovers that the Harun-El has created Red Daughter, she finds a way to use it on Kal and gets a Red Son as well

(Clark runs away with Lois for now because she’s pregnant or something idk)

Brainy processes everything and after meeting Lena knows that the best (safest) place for him now is with her because he’s got nothing else

Now, back from Crisis, Kara finds herself thrust in the middle of Lena’s empire, having to keep her trust while also looking to find an answer to restoring the Earth-38 memories of those closest to her and to bring Lena back to the light

(Lena hasn’t crossed any big lines just like trying to do good through extreme means ya know)

J’onn is mainly tasked with the memories issue and idk what the solution is but it’s not that he can just restore them from nothing

Lex, because of Kara’s interference in reshaping the universe, is to Lena as Frank the son is in Miss Congeniality (a bad dude with no agency of his own and completely at Lena’s mercy)

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The only person who wants Katie McGrath to play a lesbian and kiss the girls more than I do is Katie herself.

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The only person who wants Katie McGrath to play a lesbian and kiss the girls more than I do is Katie herself.

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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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that’s how that scene went, right

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It began with a sneeze.

Lena’s entire body tensed, pain wracking her sinuses, and she tried to tamp it down and swallow it. There was a room full of investors, and she paused mid-presentation. She held up a protesting hand, signaling that she needed no help, and waved off her assistants. Finally the feeling subsided and she soldiered on, accidentally repeating part of the presentation. It didn’t matter, it was just a formality.

After, she was sitting alone in her office and she did sneeze this time, hard, into a silk handkerchief. A dull ache had settled into her bones and she felt droopy, tired. Still, she had work to do. Not the work she wanted to do. Not running the company, not strategizing. Not inventing or innovating. It was menial. It was assigned. She worked for her brother.

It was his pretty revenge, because Lena shot him two times in the chest. Then a bunch of very strange shit happened and Lena suddenly found herself in an entirely different world where Lex had never died, even though they both remembered it. A hellish nightmare world where Lillian was a philanthropist and Kara and all her friends worked more or less for Lex, keeping aliens in check.

Lena couldn’t go to her best friend for help, because her best friend had betrayed her. Lena almost wished she’d been erased when the multiverse collapsed, replaced by a copy of herself who’d never felt this agony.

There was a truth she would never admit, even to herself.

She’d feel better if Kara was here.

The days dragged on and so did her cold. Except, it wasn’t a cold. On the third day she woke to a high fever, feeling a little wobbly when she forced herself out of bed. Her sinuses burned and she had to breathe through her mouth. When she took her temperature, it was elevated, close to being dangerous. Every muscle and joint on her body ached and the sight of food made her retch involuntarily.

Lena had the goddamn flu.

She did something she’d never done: by a curt email, she informed her staff that she was ill and would not be in the office today. Instead, she rummaged through her closet, her breath catching on a familiar sweatshirt.

It was a Midvale High School Mathletes sweater. It was Kara’s, but Lena knew with a certainty that Kara had not been in Lena’s penthouse since It Happened. There was no way for this to get here but…

She stifled a sob. This world had its own Lena, one whose life she’d appropriated or merged with or God knows what, and that Lena Kara’s clothes in her home. Lena kept stumbling across them and it hurt more every time.

Had they been happy, before? Kara must have spent the night. They must have been close. Lena had been close with her Kara; they hung out and Kara had slept over a few times but they weren’t really on your-clothes-in-my-closet terms. Had that been what happened here? Did they share the bed? Were they…

Did they…

Lena put it on, felt it shelter her body. She put in two pairs of leggings and hoped her laptop would warm her. She curled with it on the couch, and got exactly nothing done. After three hours she closed the computer and flipped channels until she found the old friend of the seriously ill and the chronically unemployed: reruns.

Curling on one end of the couch, she laid her head to rest on the arm and her eyes slid closed.

It seemed that as soon as she did, she opened them again. Her head was throbbing. She tried to push herself up, but it was too great an effort and she flopped down again. Her throat was dry and sticky, and unable to breathe through her nose, air came in reedy wheezes. Swallowing only made it worse, and she felt a rising panic.

Something beyond sleep, thick and heavy, was dragging her down, even as she struggled.

A chill night breeze rolled over her, and she shivered explosively.

"Easy now. I've got you."

Powerful arms lifted her limp body and carried her. Gently, Lena was laid on her bed and a blanket thrown over her.

She opened her eyes. Kara sat her up, cradling her in one arm as she held a glass in another, so Lena could drink. She let the cool water wet her throat and did her best to breathe again. Gently, Kara lowered her back down to rest and folded a cool, damp cloth on her forehead. Lena sighed in relief.

“Get out. Don’t want you here.”

“I’m sorry,” Kara whispered. “I can’t leave you alone like this. I’ll be right back.”

She was indeed right back, Supergirl walking into Lena’s budoir carrying a drug store bag full of medicine. She sat Lena up again and administered the foul tasting stuff over Lena’s protests, then shut off the lights.

Lena tried to roll on her side. It didn’t go well.

Kara knelt and slipped out of her boots. Then, she undid one side, then the other, and unclasped her cape from her shoulders. She then swept it over Lena and tucked it around her gently.

“Kara,” Lena muttered.

“Hush. It’s a blanket. It’ll keep you warm.”

Lena wasn’t sure what happened next, if she dreamed it or if it was real, but she felt the bed shift as Kara climbed aboard and laid down beside her.

Eventually, she woke up again. Kara was tucked against her back, one arm thrown protectively over Lena’s side, resting on her blanket cocoon. Kara snored lightly, lying on the bed so that her chin rested on the crown of Lena’s head.

Kara noticed she’d stirred and silently stood, offering Lena her next dose of syrupy, nasty medicine. She accepted it just as silently and laid back down to sleep.

The cycle continued. Day came. Kara didn’t leave her. She drew the curtains and laid on the bed beside Lena, never speaking, never making any demands.

Finally Lena was well enough to roll over and face her.

“Why are you here?”

“I heard Gillian’s Island coming from your living room and thought you must be in danger.”

Lena snorted in spite of herself.

Kara softened. Her big blue eyes, eyes that could launch a thousand ships, carried such a weight of sorrow that Lena felt a surge of pain and regret in her heart, wondering why in the hell they were feuding. No. She couldn’t do that. She couldn’t just…

“I’m sorry.”

Lena tucked herself into the blankets. She wanted to roll over, to turn away, to stop this before she did something she would regret later.

“I keep finding your things in my place,” Kara murmured. “It makes me wonder if it was different here. If we were different. What if I’d made other choices. If I’d been honest with you. Bolder.”

“You weren’t,” said Lena. “You aren’t. That’s the way it is. That door was closed.”

“When I landed on your balcony, it was open.”

“A mistake I won’t repeat. Careless. Thank you for helping me, but I didn’t need it. I don’t need you.”

Kara closed her eyes and sighed.

“I hate doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“You’re lying.”

Lena jerked back, as much as her aching body would allow, anyway.

“How do you know?”

It didn’t hit Lena that she hadn’t offered a denial, at least not until later.

“Easy,” Kara smiled. “I cheat. Skin conductivity and moisture levels. Heat bloom on your skin. Pulse. Pupil dilation. Breathing patterns.”

“I have the flu. That’s why.”

Kara frowned.

“You’re wearing my sweater.”

“It’s not yours. It’s hers. The lives we stole.”

Kara shook her head. “That’s not what he did. Your brother created this world to live out his fantasies and make me suffer. That’s why your things are at my place and mine at yours. It’s showing us the life we should have had,” a tear shone on Kara’s cheek, “had I not been a fuckup and a coward. If I’d trusted you.”

Lena choked back a small sob, and started to cough violently.

Without a word, Kara gathered her up and rested Lena’s head on her shoulder, walling her up in those beefy, protective arms of hers. Lena allowed it, curling her fingers against the twitching muscles of Kara’s back.

Lena wanted to pull away…

No. That was a lie, a miserable fucking lie. She didn’t want to pull back. She didn’t want to fight. She thought she had to, that she needed to.

“Don’t cry,” Kara said, tenderly brushing a tear from Lena’s cheek. “I know you’re furious with me. I know things are bad. I know your brother has power over us. It’ll get better. I won’t let him hurt you. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I promise.”

“You already hurt me.”

“I know,” Kara whimpered, her voice wobbling. “I’m sorry, Lena. I’ve never been more sorry about anything in my entire life. I wake up every day praying I can find some way to take it back."

"You can't."

Kara tensed.

"Maybe you don't have to," said Lena.

Kara's breath caught. She lowered Lena to the bed, and this time wrapped them in the blankets together. She was so warm.

"I've got you."

Blessedly, Lena slept.

Each time she woke, she felt better. Eventually, she was well enough for Kara to leave the bed. A few minutes later, Kara came back, and she brought breakfast. Her appetite back, Lena dug in, enjoying the tea Kara brought.

Kara took the tray and plates when she was done.

"You look a lot better."

Lena nodded. "Ah, yes, thank you."

Silence. There was a heavy pause, and then Kara sat down beside her on the bed.

"I wish I'd been brave before."

Lena looked at her, really looked at her, this enchanting vision looking at Lena like she hung all the stars in the sky, her eyes so full of longing that Lena felt she might fall into them forever.

"What would you do if you were brave?"

"This."

Warm fingers curled around Lena's chin. Kara leaned in, and Lena felt it happen even before their lips touched. When they did, it was electric. Lena felt the world spinning. Kara caught her and lowered her to the bed.

"I don't care about multiverses and cosmic entities and your evil brother. No matter what they throw at me, I will always find my way back to you. If you want me."

Lena pulled her down into another kiss, and that was her answer.

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“You make me feel something.”

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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

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Kara Zor-El, Woman of Tomorrow!

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Lara Croft / Wonder Woman by Stjepan Sejic

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evening, lesbians

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“Supergirl!”

Kara was getting tired of hearing her name, sometimes. Well, tired of hearing that name. There had been a certain novelty at first. The first time it happened, her stomach dropped with dread. She went into a panic, wondering how she’d been found out and what this person’s intentions were. Then, she remembered that she’d spilled the secret herself, and it was the biggest news story of the year, and the person’s intentions were to get an autograph for her daughter, which Kara quietly obliged.

The first few weeks, she spent most of her time adjusting. Every time she went out in public, she had to deal with reactions. People tried to pay for her order at Noonan’s, tried to buy her beers, asked her bizarre and awkward questions. They could be really forward, too. She had more than one man tell her that the skirt suit was better, and one guy actually had the audacity to tell her that it’s a shame her cape covers her ass.

Then things settled, at least a little. Lena taught her how to handle it, how to deal with paparazzi and invasive questions or shouted epithets.

They were walking together when a young woman called Kara out by her other name and ran up to them. Kara tensed, but Lena was easy and relaxed. She’d been working on her own powers and was gone for weeks at a time, now and then, meeting with and learning from from strange people.

She’d reassured Kara. “I’m not putting on a skintight suit and calling myself Miss Magic or whatever, Kara. I’d rather keep things the way they are.”

Of course they both knew that Kara would never let anyone hurt her.

The girl ran up to them with the uninhibited boldness of a starstruck fan, practically bouncing on her heels.

“OhmygodyouresupergirlandshesLenaohmyGod!”

Kara was bemused.

Lena said, “Try to breathe, sweetheart. We’d rather you not pass out.”

The girl looked between them excitedly. Kara knew what was coming: a selfie request. It was confirmed when the girl pulled out her phone.

“Can you do this meme?”

Kara blinked. Do what now?

She held out the phone and showed Kara a drawing of two of two women she didn’t recognize. One had long dark hair while another with pink hair, heavily muscled, wrapped an arm around her from behind. The first woman had her face tucked into the elbow of the second.

“Uhhh,” Kara said, eloquently.

“Sure, we can,” said Lena.

Kara blinked. “Wait, what?”

Before she knew what was happening, Lena stepped in front of Kara, then backed into her, tucking her body back against Kara. Lena’s back pressed lightly against her and her butt settled against Kara’s hips. Awkwardly at first, Kara brought her arm up around Lena and tensed as she felt Lena’s breath tickle her arm.

There were just out for a casual walk and Kara was wearing a workout tank, enjoying the summer sun as it soaked her skin. Lena was wearing a dark green sun dress that left her shoulders bare.

Lena committed to the bit, as it were, burying her face in Kara’s bicep. She could feel Lena’s lips pressed to her skin and her heart began to race. Without thinking, she put her other arm protectively around Lena’s waist and pulled Lena in.

Kara went still as she felt, and heard, Lena’s heart pounding in her chest. A blush crept up her face, and she almost forgot why this was even happening until she heard the shutter noise from the kid’s phone.

The magic was broken. Kara let her arm fall. Lena broke contact with her.

“Oh my God you are so jacked,” the girl said.

“Make sure you share that to Kara’s socials,” said Lena.

“I will! Thank you!”

“So we just did a meme?” Kara said, as the girl ran off to show her friends. They must have dared her to ask.

“Yes, Kara,” Lena sighed.

They resumed their walk, headed nowhere in particular. Every time Kara looked over at Lena, Lena was already looking at her and quickly looked away, her pale cheeks tinting pink.

“Lena,” Kara said, furtive. “Am I… jacked?”

Lena stopped and raised an eyebrow. Gingerly, she reached over and ran her figertips over the blocky mass of Kara’s shoulder, prompting an involuntary flex that continued as her nails pulled a sharp track down the back of her arm.

“Are you serious?”

Kara swallowed, hard.

“Kara, I can see your abs through your shirt and you’re not even flexing.”

There was something in her voice, heavy and thick, that set Kara off, sending funny little tingles shooting down her limbs as warmth pooled in her belly. She bit her lip and then saw that Lena’s eyes were roaming over her.

Skin conductivity increased, heat bloom in pelvic region, increased pulse and breathing, flushing, dilated pupils, circulation increasing in-

Kara blinked.

“Do you, um, like it?” Kara asked.

Lena swallowed hard, looking slightly startled. Her eyes locked with Kara’s. There was a sudden silent storm of emotion in that gaze, hope and sorrow. It was like looking into the eyes of someone starving who just had a feast placed in front of them and knew it was about to be cruelly torn away. Lena waited and waited, the moment dragging on just a little too long to be glossed over, moved past, not this time.

“What do you think?” said Lena.

Kara’s pulse was racing so hard she could feel it in her tongue. She was growing lightheaded and had to stop herself from floating off the ground.

She turned to fully face Lena, ignoring the world around them. She wasn’t sure how to do this, where to put her hands, how to even start. She was so scared. What if she misread the situation? What if Lena was just admiring her physique? You know, platonically.

Fuck it.

In the end, all Kara had to do was put her hands on Lena’s hips. It was as easy as that. Lena dove into her, and before they made full contact, she had flashes of all the times she’d almost done this, from the time Lena, tearful and soft and precious, lay on Kara’s shoulder to that brief moment of bravery that swept Kara to lean in for it when she returned from the Phantom Zone.

Their lips met. Lena was as soft and warm as Kara dreamed she’d be, and they slotted together perfectly. Lena kissed her fiercely, without reservation, finally getting her feast. Kara’s head felt it like it was spinning, the world whirling around them. Without thinking she lifted Lena up and kissed her so deeply, so filthily, that the distant part of her brain that was still working screamed we’re in public!

Not that she much cared, especially when Lena grabbed her ass with both hands, fingers spread wide to get a nice big handful, and squeezed. Hard.

Kara squeaked in surprise and delight and finally put her down. Lena was grinning, her hair a mess, pure joy radiating from her eyes.

“I should have done that years ago,” Kara said, breathless.

“Yes,” Lena whispered. “You should have, but, uhh…”

Oh, right. They were in public. There had to be fifty people aiming phones at them. Kara looked around and swallowed.

“Get me out of here, Supergirl.”

In an easy, practiced motion, Kara scooped her up and lifted into the sky as Lena tucked against her with the same familiarity, but it was different now. Better somehow.

It only took a few moments for Kara to set down on the roof of her building and a few moments more for the pair to tumble into Kara’s loft. Once they were inside and Kara latched the door, Lena was on her, almost trying to climb her.

“I have another meme I want to try out,” said Lena. “The one about getting railed in a sundress.”

Kara stared at her, and then picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Later, when Lena was sleeping contentedly in a nest of blankets, Kara got over her sense of dread and checked her phone. The first pop up was Instagram; she’d been tagged and the meme pic had gone viral. Following that was an alert from basically every news service on Earth making some kind of a comment about Supergirl’s relationship with Lena Luthor.

And, of course, texts.

Nia: CONGRATS!!!!

Brainy: I calculated a 97% possibility of this occurrence, but the security of the timeline demanded I be discreet.

J’onn: That was unanticipated.

Alex: GOD DAMN IT KARA

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It should be a bigger scandal that J.K. Rowling is threatening to sue small accounts for accurately calling her a Holocaust denier. So glad the Streisand effect exists. Now we can all rebuke her reprehensible views more than ever.