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The song is not in the movie. And now I can't find the trailer where I heard the song. I wonder if there was some kind licensing issue that made them retcon the trailers. I'm sad.

I really enjoyed Neve Campbell in this one, to the point that I wish she got to kick more ass. Shame she got out of the building so early.

I'm not an authority on the subject, but I enjoyed the disabled rep in this, to an extent. For one, the fact Sawyer is an amputee was never really mentioned in the dialogue, he simply is an amputee. They did some creative stuff with his prosthetic, but otherwise didn't make him a "magical" kind of disabled, where he succeeded BECAUSE he was an amputee.

That said, I didn't really see any kind of limitations on him due to his amputation? Like, he was jumping off cranes and buildings like any normal action hero, so. Idk, bit of a mixed bag? But overall I enjoyed it. At least the normalization of it and the inclusion of his amutation/prosthetic in the fight choreo.

I dunno if I'll do a supercorp version. I wouldn't really change much, I don't think. So I dunno if it would be worth it to explore an au for it.

Got the day off and have decided to watch Skyscraper. Seems like it could be good supercorp fodder.

But mostly I just wanna hear the orchestral ABBA song that I remember from the trailer.

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Blue and Fire Engine Red, Pt 6 (smexy times ahead)

To Kara’s surprise, steak dinner happens at Lena’s apartment. From how little Lena has shared so far, she’d expected to wait weeks or months to see where Lena lives. It’s not until she arrives that Kara realizes exactly why Lena is so willing to let Kara into her inner sanctum. 

It’s completely void of personality.

Well, Kara allows, it could be that a lack of personality could be a personality in itself. And there are photos, but they all feature Lena and her crew. All smiling– all recent. Nothing to suggest Lena had a life before National City. She spies a punching bag in one corner, but the rest of the furniture is worn and basic, suggesting the place had come pre-furnished by a landlord who didn’t particularly care about aesthetics. It’s spartan and plain– forthright in a way that actually fits Lena. Still…

Kara wishes the space could have given her a better look at Lena’s inner life. 

The kitchen, at least, is functional enough. Enough that Lena is able to season and sear her steaks to perfection, with some fresh asparagus sauteeing on a side burner. And she does it all with a smile, chatting with Kara as well as she had on the way home. A capable multitasker, Kara notes, though it’s less than surprising. 

Lena seems incapable of being incapable at anything. 

The meal is served up on non-descript plates– at least they’re ceramic and not paper, and Lena does lower the overhead lights to set the mood. Kara moans when the first bite of steak hits her tongue. Moist and savory and perfectly seasoned, it puts anything she herself could have made to shame. The asparagus is also perfectly softened without being mushy, retaining enough of its texture to allow for a bit of a crunch at the center. 

“Are you sure the Army didn’t put you on the chow line? This is delicious!” Kara groans. 

Lena smirks, taking a sip of her wine. “You think ‘chow’ tastes like this?” An arch eyebrow dispels that notion. “Nah. Not so much.”

“Well, wherever it comes from, color me amazed and impressed.”

Kara takes another large–too large– bite, and has to spend several quiet moments chewing her way through it. When she swallows– still too large– she tilts her head. 

“Is there anything you’re not good at?”

Lena’s eyes warm with mirth, but takes a moment to consider.

“Jumping rope.” Lena shrugs. “I hate it. Can’t stand it.”

“But you can do it?”

Lena waves away the answer. 

“Then it doesn’t count!” 

Lena laughs. “Alright, alright… um. Okay. I can’t draw to save my life.”

It’s a surprisingly candid answer. “Really?”

Lena nods. “Any required art classes were passed on charm alone.”

Kara grins. Lena eyes her suspiciously. 

“What?” 

For a moment, they play a game of silent chicken as Kara waits for Lena to say the words, and Lean waits for Kara to confess what she already suspects. Finally, Lena caves.

“You’re an artist, aren’t you.”

Kara laughs, tickled by the suspicion at odds with the twinkle in Lena’s eye. “Maybe…” she draws out, unable to help the taunt. She relents when Lena’s eyebrow climbs dangerously close to her hairline. “Okay, fine. Yeah. I am. Kind of. At least, I was.”

“You were?” 

“Not much opportunity to flex my brush skills on a cop’s schedule,” she deflects, unwilling to dull the mood with the somber reality. If Lena suspects the deeper reason, she gives no indication. 

Instead, she tilts her head. “Well, I’d like to see some of your work, sometime.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Lena confirms. “If you’re willing to share, of course. No pressure.” She takes another sip of her wine. “I just know that anything you do would be amazing.”

Lena’s voice is low and throaty, and Kara senses the shift to a mood far more intimate than playful banter. “In that case, you would be right,” Kara confirms, leaning forward across the table. “Play your cards right, and I’ll prove it to you. Again.”

“Uh uh,” Lena returns, leaning to meet Kara midway across the table. She pecks a tantalizing kiss to Kara’s lips. “Tonight is my turn to go first.”

“Oooh,” Kara purrs. “I don’t mind the sound of that.”

She plays a light drumroll on Lena’s ass as she clears the dishes, which only receive a quick rinse before being forgotten in the sink. Lena’s attention turns to Kara, who feels the weight of her focus like a planar shift. The rest of the world ceases to exist, narrowing to the two of them alone.

They haven’t even reached the threshold of Lena’s bedroom before warm lips caress the skin of her neck. Her flesh prickles with goosebumps, a frisson of desire coursing through her. She wants this, and the flutter of nerves in her belly only heightens her anticipation. She’s never wanted anything– or anyone– as much as she wants this, wants Lena. She doesn’t know what Lena has in store for her, and doesn’t quite know how her body will react to her ministrations. If her current arousal is anything to go by, Kara suspects she might not survive what’s to come. And she’s perfectly fine with that.

Lena guides her with gentle hands to sit on the edge of the bed. For a moment, Kara thinks she’ll sit on her lap, like the last time on her couch. But instead, Lena lays her back, leaning over her with a muscled arm holding her up.

“Tell me what you want,” Lena murmurs between slow languid kisses. Kara whimpers into her mouth, making Lena’s lips curl in a smile against hers. “That’s not an answer, love.”

For a moment, Kara struggles to think, but Lena doesn’t relent in her ministrations. It takes long minutes of nearly losing herself in the sensations before she manages to conjure her wish.

“Let’s go slow.” she murmurs.

Lena pauses immediately, but Kara keeps her from pulling away by cupping her cheek. Lena gazes into her eyes, studying her to understand the meaning behind her words. Then, slowly, a low fire sparks deep in her gaze.

“How slow, exactly,” she asks, low and silky.

Kara lifts her chin to kiss her. “As slow as possible.”

Nodding her understanding, Lena runs a velvet touch up under Kara’s shirt; slow enough to count each and every rib. “And where would you like to start?”

Breath hitching when Lena hits a sensitive spot just under Kara’s breast, Kara tries to blink her way to at least partial coherency. 

“Do you have a vibrator?” she gasps.

Lena nods, nuzzling Kara’s ear. “Excellent idea, darling.”

Finally, Kara releases herself to the experience. Lena takes her time with her, going deliciously slow as she raises Kara’s shirt by inches, kissing every exposed bit skin on her way. Not just kissing. Licking, nibbling, suckling. She lingers on Kara’s breasts, brushing her thumbs over pebbled nipples as she diverts back to Kara’s lips. 

Slowly but surely, Kara’s skin heats with pleasure. But when her breath starts to quicken, Lena draws herself away. Without Lena’s body heat against her, chill air washes over her, making her groan. She squeezes her eyes shut in frustration.

“Now, now,” Lena tsks. “I want you to watch.”

Kara’s eyes fly open, and she props herself up on her elbows to watch as Lena unbuttons the fly of her jeans. Her fingers dip beneath her waistband, and Kara’s breath goes ragged in her chest. But just as smoothly as they slide under, they slip back out, and Lena shimmies out of her pants. 

She kicks them aside as soon as she steps out of them, and Kara is left to ogle smooth, tones legs. Lena may not match Kara for height, but her legs are long and packed with muscle. Kara’s mouth goes dry.

“Jesus fucking christ,” Kara mutters. 

Lena saunters closer, a satisfied smirk on her face. “Well, hopefully he won’t be the one fucking tonight.” 

She tilts Kara’s chin up. Kara lets her mouth gape, just enough for Lena to see the invitation and take it. Her tongue slides over Kara’s, then curls languorously up and along the roof of Kara’s mouth. She sucks against Kara’s upper lip as she withdraws, and Kara lists after her when she sits back on Kara’s knees. 

“Do you want to see more?” Lena croons.

Kara swallows thickly. “All of it,” she croaks. “I want to see all of you.”

Lena smiles, pleased with her response. She grips the hem of her shirt with her fingertips, and slowly begins to pull it up, up, up over her abdomen, her breasts, and finally her head. Dark hair flows through the neck opening, swishing around Lena’s bare shoulders. When Lena’s fingers move to her bra, all higher function vacates Kara’s brain. The little strip tease that follows sends bolts of arousal down through Kara’s core, pooling between her legs. Soon, only Lena’s underwear remains.

When Lena twists to deposit her bra on the pile with the rest of her abandoned clothing, Kara catches sight of a dark smudge on Lena’s ribs, but it flashes out of sight and out of mind when Lena turns her attention back to her. 

Thankfully, Lena makes quicker work of Kara’s own pants. Soon Kara is completely and enthusiastically nude, and Kara notes that Lena makes no mention of how wet she is. Kara’s glad for it– she suspects it will be her default state whenever Lena’s eyes take on this sort of glint. 

She jumps when the first rumble of the vibrator tickles the inside of her thigh. She inhales through her teeth, and is answered by a palm pressing flatly against her labia and clit. 

“Easy,” Lena coaxes. Her lips still smirk though. “Don’t want you getting worked up too soon, do we?”

The even pressure on her groin eases some of the edge that had been building within her, and she manages to take a breath that relieves any more. Even so, she knows that once Lena gets to work with the vibrator, she would be hard pressed to draw this out as long as she hoped she could.

Lena isn’t one to disappoint. She plays Kara like a fiddle, taking her tantalizingly close to edge after edge, before drawing her back down again and again. Her technique is expert– the vibrator seems to trace patterns everywhere but her clit. Her labia, her bikini line, even the bottom edge of her belly. Sometimes, when Kara lingers too long on one edge, a warm tongue soothes her clit, dulling the hungry ache.

“Hanging in there?” Lena checks in once Kara stops squirming. 

“Barely,” Kara gasps, panting. 

“You are so hot,” Lena purrs. “You’re doing so good.”

That alone almost almost pitches Kara over the precipice. She curls her fingers into the sheets, gritting her teeth. “Soon,” she warns.

“Just say the word, baby. I’ll get you there.”

Lena starts again, taking her time tracing more patterns around her ultimate destination. Slowly, inevitably, the pressure building to unprecedented heights. Kara’s never been attended to like this, never been read so plainly, so intuitively. It’s as though Lena has already memorized her body, chasing every sensitive part of her with expert precision until even the ebb aches as deliciously as the flow. 

When Lena brings the vibrator closer to her clit than she has so far, Kara cracks. 

“Now!” she gasps.

The vibrator has hardly touched her clit when Kara hurtles over. She can’t help the cry that escapes her, loud and long and desperate. She’s never made a sound like this before. She doesn’t realize Lena hasn’t moved the vibrator before she’s tipping into a second orgasm, then a third. The last lingers for long, long seconds and only then do the vibrations cease.

The whine that Kara issues is inhuman to her own ears, but Lena only chuckles as she climbs up to check on her.

“Still conscious?” 

Kara grunts plaintively, as her fingers slowly release the sheets. 

“That was– whoah!”

Lena’s exclamation is swallowed by Kara’s mouth on hers, lunging for a kiss before full conscious thought has even returned. Lena melts into it, letting the kiss deepen and last until Kara is the one to break it. 

“Amazing,” she finishes Lena’s sentence for her. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

Lena’s cheeks flush under the praise. “And you,” she returns, “are a glutton for punishment. You lasted longer than I thought you would. Much longer.” She licks Kara’s upper lip so sensually, it almost makes Kara ask for another round. Almost. “Good girl.”

Kara sighs. “I don’t know if I can return the favor,” she confesses. It kills her to say it, but she barely feel her toes. Lena laughs. “I’m sorry…”

“Please,” Lena dismisses, still laughing. “That’s possibly the greatest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

Kara blinks. “Ever?”

“Ever,” Lena confirms. She smiles, her eyes warm and full of comfort as she gazes down at Kara. “How about an early night then?”

A sigh escapes Kara. “That sounds…”

“Amazing?” Lena teases.

“Yeah,” Kara confirms contentedly. “Amazing.”

#supercorp #blue and fire engine red #smexy times #Kara gets her turn #I hope you all like it #pls give me your thoughts #wanna make sure its worth continuing

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Also I hope to have another installment of Blue and Fire Engine Red up today. Just gotta work up the energy to type it.

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Got the day off and have decided to watch Skyscraper. Seems like it could be good supercorp fodder.

But mostly I just wanna hear the orchestral ABBA song that I remember from the trailer.

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looking for the fic anon -> THANK YOU! would you ever consider adding to it? I thought it was a really interesting idea. also i just thought of what wld happen if lena switched it up and used the vr to understand why kara lied to her

Maybeeee? I have a lot of other ideas too, so it just kind of depends on the mood. I appreciate your interest though! Now I know to add another thing to the list!

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Hey. Don't want to bother you, but just to let you know (as this makes it harder for all of us to find it again).

You've tagged the first post of this series as #firefighter cop au and the later parts as #blue and fire engine red.

Thanks for sharing your stories and ideas with us!

Thanks! I'll make a note to fix that in a bit.

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Agreed. No metric besides what interests me (communicated by if I recognize the author, the summary, and the tags they choose to use), and that there's not enough about the piece to keep me from continuing. Like, walls of unbroken/unindented text-- instant no. 2nd person POV, instant no. Use of certain nicknames--I can maybe forgive it if the rest of the story is compelling enough. (Looking at you, "Lee".)

Kudos and comments are bogus metrics, because the interest of others is so unpredictable, and their acknowledgement of quality is wildly inconsistent. Anyone going by numbers is either going to get their heart broken (writers) or else miss out on interesting and fantastic fics they'd otherwise love (readers).

Just read what looks interesting, my lovelies. Give love if/when you can, to help feed the gremlins muses, but honestly, just read the thing if it floats your boat. It's the whole reason the thing exists-- to be read and enjoyed.

Another AO3 thing I’m curious about, how do yall decide if something is good enough to read? Usually I follow a rule of 1 kudos for every 10 hits. One because it’s easy math and two it’s yet to fail me. Thoughts? Do you just go for it and pray it’s good?

#but for the love of god-- don't leave hate/dislikes in the comments #like wtf #keep that garbage to yourselves #it helps no one #and only discourages the writer #and keeps future stories from readers would would otherwise devour it #my thoughts

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I really wanna do something where the reveal rift/post crisis stuff and the harunel serum coincide. With some witchery and Red Daughter thrown in for flavor. Its been percolating for a little bit, and since I'm trying to focus on the firefighter cop au, I'm going to word vomit some stuff here to get it out of my brain.

Basically, Lena and Kara have their falling out, and Kara leaves Lena to be a villain. Except Non Nocere doesn't happen and Lena just wants to get on top of her shit again. Like, Lex is a dick who doesn't deserve to be alive, so why would she just sit there and suffer his smarminess? She's not on his side, she's not on Supergirl's side-- she's on her own damn side.

Except Lex anticipates that, so he has Otis grab her and he sticks Lena in a Kaznian lab where they're experimenting with the harun-el serum, trying to see if they can use it to imbue humans with kryptonian powers without sacrificing control or turning them into monsters, right? It involves long and slow exposure, so they strap Lena down, stick her full of needles, and get to work.

But Red Daughter finds out, and though Lex gives her some bullshit about trying to help Lena, she doesn't quite buy into it. She can't bring herself to act directly against Lex, but she can't stand by while Lena is in agony.

So she goes to Mama Luthor.

Posing as Kara Danvers, she pointedly asks Lillian if she knows what Lex is doing, or what he has planned. She asks Lillian if she knows where her daughter is.

Which is how Lillian discovers that Lena is no longer in National City, and she tracks her children down to the Kaznian lab. She finds her way in and locates Lena-- and she is horrified by what she sees. Lena strapped to a table with a dozen needles puncturing into deep tissue, drugged and groggy and helpless. She's there when the next round of injections hits, and sees the agony as Lena screams and struggles against her bonds.

When the effects fade enough for Lena to go slack, Lillian immediately gets to work freeing her. She helps Lena off the table and supports her all the way back to helicopter she arrived in, shooting down any guard who tries to get in their way.

Lillian only knows one place Lena might be safe from Lex-- the Tower. The Superfriends open their pounding door to find Lillian standing there with Lena all but unconscious against her. Kara is of course horrified, and brings them in immediately. When she asks what happened, Lillian snaps "maybe you should tell me, Supergirl, as it was you who brought the situation to my attention."

Kara is utterly confused. "What? I haven't seen since before the end of the world" etc. Lillian glares at her.

"Well if it wasnt you, who was it?"

At that point, Red Daughter touches down on the balcony.

"It was me."

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Once Red Daughter explains what she knows, they hunker down and wait for Lex. Its not long before a situation pulls them all from the Tower, and only when its over do they realize it was a ploy to get Lena alone.

They rush back to the Tower to find Lex's helicopter on the roof, and two goons already in the process of dragging a limp, hooded Lena to the waiting chopper while Lex oversees the operation from inside his Lexosuit. He is not at all surprised-- or concerned-- to see them.

He holds them all at bay while the helicopter takes off with Lena inside it. But as the aircraft rises higher into the sky, a strange pressure starts to build. Suddenly, a flash of purple heat vision slices through the helicopter from the inside out. It starts to spiral toward the ground, its crash inevitable.

"Go!" Kara shouts to Red Daughter, who zips over and manages to snatch Lena from the helicopter before it hits the ground. She lands with Lena cradled in her arms, except Lena is no longer limp-- no longer helpless.

Rising slowly, the odd pressure in the air continues to build as Lena opens her eyes to reveal her green eyes have gone completely black. Around her, every loose pebble, twig, and gravel on the roof starts to shake, humming with that same pressure. The detritus on the roof starts to lift into the air, hovering from thousands of invisible strings-- the strange energy charging the air is clearly coming from Lena.

She turns towards her brother, who has paused in his struggle against Supergirl to watch the pinnacle of his creation. It's strange, though-- matter manipulation wasn't a reported effect of the harun-el.

Just as he sees the moment of Kara's similar distraction for Lena, Lex turns and winds back to strike. The energy in the air seems to snap, and every bit of floating debris shoots straight towards Lex, with enough force to pierce skin and hull alike. It shreds the lexosuit to gaping, jagged metal-- but thats not enough.

The energy in the air starts to build again, but this time it's centered directly overtop Lex, pressing down and down until metal groans and rends, and Lex starts to heave for breath under the immense pressure.

That's when Kara comes back to herself. "Lena! Lena, stop!"

Lena doesn't seem to hear. All of her attention is on Lex, and when Kara edges closer, she sees that in the center of Lena's black eyes, purple irises glint expressionlessly in the sun.

"Lena, listen to me! I know you're in there! Please, you don't want to do this."

Kara moves to stand between Lena and her brother, intent on breaking Lena's intense eye contact with Lex, but Lena's head tilts to maintain it. Only then does Kara risk reaching out to touch her, turning Lena's face to look at her instead.

"I know you're in there," Kara says firmly. "And I need you to listen to me. Killing him might be the answer-- but it doesn't have to be *your* answer. This choice will destroy. It already almost did. So I am asking you, as my friend, to stop."

The last causes Lena to falter. She blinks, and Kara hears Lex gulp down a large breath as the pressure eases slightly. That's it.

"Yes," Kara coaxes. "Come on. Come back to us. Come back to me, Lena. Please."

Slowly, the black in Lena's eyes fade to their natural whites-- but the purple remains. Behind Kara she hears the Lexosuit clang uselessly againsy the roof as it collapses, Lex still trapped inside as he wheezes. Lena stares at Kara, blinking almost drunkenly in the sun.

"Kara..."

Kara issues a tearful laugh of relief, and throws her arms around Lena, hugging her close.

"Yes," she says, her chin wobbling. "I'm here, Lena."

Lena slowly lifts her arms to embrace her back, still dazed.

"Thank you," Kara murmurs. "Thank you for hearing me."

#supercorp #harunel meets red daughter meets rift meets witch #bc what would have happened if Lenas witchiness had interacted with the harunel serum #i have questions #i wanna explore this #just dunno when #im posting and then putting a reblog in my drafts to come back to later

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hey! not sure if this is something that bothers you or not in your reblog/posting (ignore if not obviously and sorry to bother!) but that knight kara artwork is definitely ai generated.

WHAT?!?!?! Noooooooooooooooooo

Sigh. Do you mind sharing how you can tell? I'm not an artist myself, so I have no idea what to look for.

Thanks for letting me know. I'll delete it. No love for them!!

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I don't remember the waistchain.

And I only just noticed the smudge on Lena's thigh. By the goddess @sango-blep are you TRYING to kill me??

This acidentally turned out way softer than i planned. So the main blog can have it, as a treat.

#supercorp #sango-blep #its the attention to detail for me #love love love #i also wanna do something for this #bookmarking for later!

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This gifset somehow reminded me of Sam Carter in this scene of SG1:

Totally underplaying what a genius she is. Parallels abound. :)

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Ugh that last gif. I havent re-watched the 100th episode in a while, and I'd forgotten Kara's utter relief in this scene. You can see in her face how much it means to her that Lena came back to her. That she hadn't ruined everything forever. Gets me right in the feels.

get to know the members of @gay! ↳ favourite headcanon character by roza ⋆ kara danvers “for a friend like you, there are no boundaries.”

#supercorp #gifset commentary #i cant help myself #the supercorp gifset renaissance recently is feeding my soul #more pls

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This pose of Lena's kind of hearkens back to the S2 episode where Kara goes to her office and they talk about the alien detection device article Kara writes about her. The "do tell" scene.

Probably unintentional, but idk KMG is pretty mindful of her acting choices sometimes, so it could be deliberate. Which would be awesome, since this is the scene that put me 100% in Lena's camp.

#supercorp #couch poses #i love this woman #i love both of them #but especially lena #the way she focuses her attn on kara is just so... intimate

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THANK YOU!!!!

hey i was wondering if u cld help me out, im looking for this short SC rift fic, but I can’t remember if you were the one who wrote it

basically kara uses lenas vr tech without her permission to find out what lena was feeling and she enters this reality where everyone is rude to her? except lena, but one day she overhears that lena actually dreads her visits

at this point the Real Lena takes kara out of the simulator and tells her to go. it's super angsty but I wanna re read it so bad

do u know if it one of urs or do i gotta keep scouring the web?

It does sound familiar, but if it's mine I dont think it was a full fic/let but more like a thought exercise. Dunno where it would be though.

Has anybody put eyes on this recently?

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hey i was wondering if u cld help me out, im looking for this short SC rift fic, but I can’t remember if you were the one who wrote it

basically kara uses lenas vr tech without her permission to find out what lena was feeling and she enters this reality where everyone is rude to her? except lena, but one day she overhears that lena actually dreads her visits

at this point the Real Lena takes kara out of the simulator and tells her to go. it's super angsty but I wanna re read it so bad

do u know if it one of urs or do i gotta keep scouring the web?

It does sound familiar, but if it's mine I dont think it was a full fic/let but more like a thought exercise. Dunno where it would be though.

Has anybody put eyes on this recently?

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Okay but what if it was Kara afraid to love, and Lena dedicated to love and care? Like, it makes sense for them, even if it goes against fanin type casting. Kara has lost everything, is living with a secret identity, is in danger every week, and adding one more person to her family is just one more person she might lose forever.

Meanwhile Lena has so much love to give, and she WANTS to give. She practically begs to give it, at least before they retconned S2 and her start in National City. She begs to be trusted, for her love to be cherished in return.

And Kara is ultimately the one canonically unable to do that for most of the series.

#ofc i dont mind the fanon typecasting #but just for the thought exercise... #what if?

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Hey nonnie/Jazz-- not to jump in and make this all about ace identity, but I am most definitely ace, and I don't ever really look at someone and think that way either. But that only makes you ace so long as you feel the ace label fits you. And like Jazz says, a lot of factors can affect the way you feel. But that doesn't make it any less real, if that makes sense.

There are tons of people who need to establish a strong emotional connection first (like, over the course of years), and there are even others who only feel like jumping someone's bones very rarely, with zero rhyme or reason to it. And then there's people like me, who are neither. Honestly, there are endless flavors.

But personally, I do like reading about it. Like, yeah! The characters are super into it and I'm so happy for them! I support them enthusiastically.

so idk if I'm a late bloomer or just straight up ace or if my depression and antidepressants are causing this but are people actually that thirsty irl? like no judgement but I really wanna know haha like I don't think I've ever seen someone and been like "damn I want them to sit on my face" or gone crazy over exposed skin 😂

Everyone experiences desire differently! I personally do experience it that way sometimes, but lots of people don't. Both are very normal, it's just different types of desire. Some people are spontaneous, some are reactive, some are on the ace spectrum at varying levels, medications can totally have an effect. So in short, yes, some people do experience thirst like that lmao but definitely not everybody!

#if you ever feel like chatting more #same for anyone else #just hmu #ace rep/visibility matters #*im doing my part!*