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[ophernelia]

@imogencrnza: hair done? yes. bills paid? uh oh..

🎱 recent episode | 📍 riddim nightclub by themintsimmer

[sidefirth]

The Secret Laughter of Women (1998)

[yourfaveisintersex]

Momonga from Chiikawa is intersex, aromantic, (canonically) agender using it/they pronouns, and its variation is Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS)!

Requested by @peripaltepsy

Intersex flag-only edits under the cut!

[eqt-95]

💙 for supercorp , pretty please!

oh brilliant! yes of course!! i was hoping for this one so i'd finally be motivated to write the scene that was inspired by this post. i have literally had it saved in my tumblr drafts since february. and yes i just scrolled through half of my 784 drafts to find it.

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“Actually no, we're not ‘dating’. We're bound together for infinity. Like the stars. So, fuck you, actually-”

Alex clicked the remote, freezing the screen to perfectly capture a very outspoken, very drunk Lena Luthor doing an uncanny impression of Taylor Armstrong in front of a throng of paparazzi.

“Can we watch it again?”

“No,” Alex answered tersely, setting the remote next to three overflowing folders, a coffee mug that needed to be filled with something a little stronger, and a cellphone she had to silence after the hundredth social media notification sent it rattling off the table.

Nia slouched in her chair with a ‘hmph’ and muttered something that sounded like garbled nothing to normal ears but very much like ‘never any fun,’ to Kryptonian ears.

“Right,” Alex continued, her attention directed across the table. She’d spent the majority of the recording with her face downturn and fingers pinching the bridge of her nose in what could only be described as ‘resignation’ mixed with the ‘I’m not mad, just disappointed’ strategy she had been trying with Esme.. “Care to explain what compelled you to proclaim you... infinite, cosmic link with Supergirl?”

“Not really, no,” a much more subdued, much less drunk Lena answered.

“Seems pretty self-explanatory,” Nia chimed in, spinning in the chair next to Alex. “Luthor can’t hold her liquor.” She bounced a clicky pen on the table-surface to accentuate the point. Alex gritted her teeth.

“I most certainly can-”

“Channel 7 says otherwise,” Nia grinned. The clicky pen was pointed accusingly.

“That,” J’onn began, and then pen clicked in offense, “is the least of our concerns-”

“Exactly,” Alex interrupted while blindly swiping the pen from Nia's hand and slamming it onto the table. “Do you have any idea how many conspiracy theories have started because of this? This has gone national-”

“International, actually,” Brainy added. “Canada and Australia have both picked it up.”

“Which means it’s only a matter of time before the rest of the world is needling around about- about…” Alex’s face plunged closer to a shade of raspberry.

“About what, Alex?” Lena asked. She leaned forward, arms crossed with her super sexy calm, cool, and ceo-collected face. It was almost working too, except for the mischievous glint and flicker of her eyebrow that revealed she was not taking this remotely serious enough for the eldest Danvers sister. “About my throuple with Kara Danvers and Supergirl?”

Alex’s face found her hands. Nia sputtered laughter from behind her own. J’onn stared longingly toward the closed door. Brainy scowled in confusion.

“It cannot be a throuple if two members are the same person,” Brainy said, glancing quickly toward Nia who nodded in confirmation.

“CNN doesn't know that. But fine, call it infidelity, stepping out on-” Lena offered lazily.

“Still not the point. You’ve jeopardized Kara’s secret identity,” Alex interrupted crossly. “And now you've put her in danger of-”

“I thought it was sort of sweet.”

Five pairs of eyes turned toward Kara who, until now, had remained silently observed. She sat at the head of the table wearing her suit and a recent bout of puppy love. Two pairs of eyes were gobsmacked, the third was failing to hide the glee over the entire exchange, and the fourth included a quick wink that made Kara’s cheeks flush even redder and bat her figurative tail even harder.

“Sweet. Right, well,” Alex began again, “‘Sweet’ doesn’t exactly handle the problem, does it?”

“It’ll blow over; these things always do,” Lena added. “We can have Andrea run a boring fluff piece about my night on the town being a slew of misguided comments. Say I said the earth was flat and that I challenged the Second Law of Motion or something. Make it dry. Everyone will chalk it up to part of that.”

“Fine.”

“And we can put this whole thing to-”

“Don't you dare-” Alex warned.

“-bed.”

Alex sighed, J’onn climbed to his feet like a tired high school teacher, Nia bounced giddily in her chair, and Lena was already glancing over at Kara and giving her a look that suggested they were not going to make it through the day without a trip to the broom closet. 

Kara's cheeks flushed even redder if that were remotely possible.

•••••••

And so a fluff piece was written, the tabloids took a few lazy swipes at another Luthor edging toward instability, and then the story deflated entirely into obsolescence. The news cycle moved on, Alex's blood pressure returned to normal, and Kara was permanently living on cloud nine.

Everything was fine.

Everything was great.

Everything was going swimmingly.

Until the second video was discovered.

From the same night.

Nia brought popcorn. J’onn brought a heavy sigh. Alex brought a decade of instantaneous aging. 

“Care to explain?” Nia asked with her best angry-Alex impression. 

Meanwhile Alex was struggling to unclench her jaw.

“Deep fake?” Lena offered lamely.

“Deep fake,” Alex parroted. “You think someone somewhere invested the time to deep fake Lena Luthor and Supergirl making out? For what? Fun? Kicks? Laughs?”

“They already spend hours writing steamy fanfiction,” Lena shrugged. 

“They what-?” Alex choked.

“Hot, steamy, inspired sex, really-”

“No-”

“Kara, darling, do you remember the one with my desk and the full-length windows?”

Kara flushed but nodded. Nia squealed with delight. Alex had had it.

“Enough-”

“Or the one where we lived in an alternate universe and you were a cowboy and was your-”

“Stop. Stop it.” 

Lena leaned back into her chair, a smile of victory spreading across her face.

“I’m just saying, stands to reason someone might show us in the throws of deep, passionate-”

“I don't want to know. I don't. Want. To know,” Alex interrupted, hands cupped around her ears.

“Cosplay?”

Again five pairs of eyes turned to Kara. 

“Could've been cosplay.”

“I can't believe… J’onn can you… handle… this,” Alex waved between the two.

“Should we watch it again?” Nia suggested. “Just to check Kara's theory.”

And without preamble, she clicked play again. It was far fuzzier, far more amateur, and far less deniable than the first.

“Charlie, Charlie, baby look here,” the phone holder shouted over a group of laughing, tipsy NCU students. “Do the impression again, please? I want it for-”

“Yo, yo, check it out.” 

“Is that-?”

The camera pivoted from the ginger-haired Charlie to a dark alley between 

“Oh damn, is that Supergirl?”

“And… Lena Luthor?”

“I knew it. I told you!”

The stage whispers were doing far more for Alex’s discomfort than the shaky camera zooming 2x onto what was very clearly Supergirl pressing Lena Luthor into a wall and doing a very good job of ripping Lena’s $1,200 blouse open. 

“Ooph, Mrs. Fischer is not going to be happy about that,” Nia commented.

A glitter of buttons bounced off the sidewalk, and Supergirl’s mouth was moving hungrily and decidedly across the exposed skin.

“We’ve seen enough,” Alex chimed in and reached, some might say ‘desperately’, for the remote in Nia’s hands. “Once already scarred me for life-”

“But we won’t know until we see drunk, cosplay-Lena’s face. It’s for science, Alex,” Nia answered, clutching the remote like the lifeline to a sinking ship and climbing onto and over the conference table just as ‘cosplay’-Lena pulled ‘cosplay’-Supergirl’s mouth back to her.

“Bullshit,” Alex hissed, making quick work of scattering across the same table. 

Meanwhile ‘cosplay’-Supergirl’s hands were no longer visible and the gang of NCU students were actively chanting them on. “Nia Nal, if you do not turn that off right now-”

The chase continued under the table, over three chairs, and around a trash bin Nia knocked over in a valiant attempt to slow her assailant. And while Nia and Alex made a mess of the conference room, ‘cosplay’-Supergirl was making an absolute mess of ‘cosplay’-Lena’s bun-

“Never!” Nia huffed and side-spun before making a poor calculation and tripping over an empty chair. Alex saw her window and lunged, tackling Nia, gripping the remote free and slamming pause just as ‘cosplay’-Lena found the zipper to ‘cosplay’-Supergirl’s suit.

“Do you have any idea the-” Alex’s vitriol stopped in its tracks. Why? Because they were totally and completely alone. No Brainy or J’onn and worse, no Lena or Kara. “What… where’d they go?”

“Probably the broom closet,” Nia mused.

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[eternalmomentss]

Something I find fascinating about Bell's Hells is timing. Pieces falling at just the right time. Incident after incident that led this group of nobodies and outcasts to being the people who changed the world. Every choice they made in the shadows, without anyone to really guide them, only their own faith and strength. All their dicussions, the disagreements and the fights, it led them to a solution that only they - because of their arguments and different opinions - could have found. Because of their individual powers and abilities. Because thay are wild and weird and their choices were too. Because they didn't have an answer until the end. Their final fight against Predathos reflected it so perfectly too. Perfect moves at the perfect time.

There was this short window in history for them. Only for them. This group of small, broken people who never thought they could be anything more than that. And yes, it closed when Predathos was released into the cosmos. It will never open again. BH will never be this important again. Never matter like this again. Maybe they will just fade away again, quiet and with no influence. Maybe hated. Maybe thrown aside. Just like all this time before. But they were there when it was needed. And they changed the world in that time. As small and frowned upon as they were all this time...

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Violet: *gently taps table*

Xaden: *taps back*

Ridoc: What are they doing?

Imogen: Morse code. They can’t mind speak without magic so they’ve switched to alternatives.

Xaden: *huffs & taps rapidly*

Violet: *slams hand down on table*

Ridoc: What are they saying?

Bodhi: We don’t know… Violet only knows it cause she’s a scribe… and Xaden’s well-Xaden.

Ridoc, trying to break into the conversation: *aggressively & randomly taps table to the beat of chopsticks*

*everyone turning to look at him confused*

Ridoc, shrugging: WHAT?! I just wanted to be a part of something, OKAY?!

Garrick: Do you just walk around saying things without concern for consequence?

Imogen: I already thought that was pretty clear.

Garrick: But what if it had been an insult or something?

Bodhi, annoyed: Clearly it wasn't!

Xaden: *tapping, with a brow quirked at Violet biting her lip*

Violet: *drops hairpin*

Ridoc: WOAH! What does THAT mean?!

Bodhi, rolling his eyes: Trust me, you don’t wanna know.

Imogen, grabbing her bag to go: Seriously, they have TWO rooms! Just go get one!

[kcamberart]

Still working on the lights and shadows, but I think the library scene is coming along nicely.

[tazmiilly]

i keep disappearing off the face of the earth, I just haven't been reminded to post here in a bit. need to get back into the swing of things

[satelliteduster]

apropos of nothing (queueing this randomly)

[soaps-mohawk]

Angst you say? Looks like I am waiting 2-3 chapters because ya girl can't do angst with put comfort and if I gotta wait several chapters I will. I will be billing you for my therapy 😭😂

Mmmmmm probably more than 2 or 3. I'll tag the chapter where the comfort starts as either hurt/comfort or something about the comfort starting for those that don't want to read the angst without it.

[sullen-apple]

she found a friend who's evil... dare i say match made in hell

[shallowseeker]

Ngl, one of my favorite things in fandom is trying to figure out why you get little runs of similar asks.

Three’s a pattern, and you start to think WHO SAID SOMETHING???

You’ll find the “trigger post” hours or days later, after you put your answers in the queue.

[my-screenshot-dump]

[ryuondaime]

dead tired but im here to write and im locking in and i ain't leaving until i posted at least one reply

[corvidsofthedeep]

No Context Crow #23: Rose Garden Crow

Photograph/Artwork created by June Hunter.

[vladdyissues]

Hi hon. Any chance of a new chapter soon(ish)? 😘

Probably not as soon as expected. I had a medical emergency Monday night and spent most of Tuesday at the doctor's, and the medication I'm currently on makes me severely drowsy. I plan on taking it easy for the next week, until I go back to the doctor to see what my tests show. I'll still be reachable, but I'm gonna lay low for a while and rest.