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bi-halobearer · 2 days
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just a reminder that supercorp is canon
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sisaloofafump · 1 day
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In case it seems like every third comic has Batman in it... you're not wrong. He's been in 38.6% of DC issues since 2020, with a stark increase of 8% each decade since the 90s and surpassing Superman in popularity. Despite this, there's been a massive drop off of comics where he is teamed up with Superman or a Robin (although the amount of group team ups between Batman Family members has increased, as well as Nightwing solos).
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damienns · 3 days
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Melissa Benoist as Sadie McCarthy The Girls on the Bus (2024) | 1x01
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csquare · 2 days
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Needed a serotonin boost so I commissioned @heeeygracie for a bit of Red Daughter fun. As usual, Gracie knocked it out of the park — look at her ☺️
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rustingcat · 2 days
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I had the absolute pleasure to make a second drawing of this amazing fic!
Thank you @fazedlight for the commission, and for giving me another excuse to draw worldkiller Kara;)
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sengiewhy · 3 days
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for @mike-wachowski :) mikerowave tumblr birth sorry for being late lol
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lurhelenart · 2 days
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lena is thirsty for her kryptonian🤭🤭🤭
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daughterzell · 24 hours
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laurel kent the girl u r
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misandriste · 13 hours
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SUPERGIRL ✮ 2.18, "Ace Reporter"
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While we're on the subject of deleted scenes. I do wish they'd kept this one in.
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I ... kept something from her. Something important. And she found out before I could tell her myself. She says I misjudged her. That I ... didn't trust her.
Is that true?
... Yes.
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yeli3ratt · 1 day
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I LOVE THEM SO. MUCH. <3
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mycatismyeditor · 1 day
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Day 249
Lena tells Kara something about the station.
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Art by the incredible @rustingcat
Latest chapter available here:
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damienns · 2 days
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Melissa Benoist as Sadie McCarthy The Girls on the Bus (2024) | 1x01
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sssammich · 1 day
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collateral ch6
HELLO i'm posting this purely for the bit in that it's st. patrick's day and therefore it's kmcg's day. sorry to the one veto vote in my unserious poll.
here's the chapter in ao3
here's the rest on tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5
thx for reading see u next time
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It’s only Kara’s third week on the job at CatCo. It’s a definite upgrade from her job writing articles for the Midvale Messenger, but the transition from small town to big city living has needed a little learning curve. She’s barely gotten used to her schedule, let alone the bus route to and from her apartment when a really big assignment falls on her lap that changes her entire life. 
She looks up, pushing her glasses back on her face when she finds Snapper’s scowling face in front of her. 
“Come with me.”  
She furrows her brows, yet before she has time to ask him anything, he’s already walking away. She scrambles to her feet and rushes after her boss paying little attention to the stares coming from those around the office. She eventually gets her answer when they end up in his office.
“Sir, what—” 
“Can you explain to me why Lena Luthor requested you specifically to write about the launch of their new tech project?” 
Kara’s head remains empty as she quickly rifles through her mind for some flash of recognition to that name. She doesn’t know a Lena Luthor nor does she even cover the tech beat. 
“Snapper, sir, this might be a misunderstanding. I don’t know who that is.” 
He glares at her just as he places one hand on his hip while the other rests on his desk. “Well, you better figure out who she is quickly. You have an interview with her on Thursday at 10am. Do not be late. And make that article worth my while, you understand?” 
“Me?” she asks, her head slow to catch up to his words. 
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask me that. Now, get out of my office.” 
Wordlessly, and still a little shell-shocked, Kara quickly exits out of his office and makes his way back to her desk. 
“What was that about?” William, one of her coworkers, asks her as peers over his monitor.
She shakes her head. “I have no freakin’ clue.” 
Armed with a memo pad and her trusty BIC ballpoint pen, she enters the L-Corp building in downtown National City. She’s on her second cup of coffee this morning, having stayed up late the last two nights doing her homework, researching about L-Corp, the upcoming project launch that the company has largely kept under wraps, and the head of Research and Design: Lena Luthor. 
She has no idea what this woman’s game is about, but she won’t turn down the opportunity as it presents itself. 
Wiping her sweaty hands on the back of her chinos, she reaches the 46th floor and talks with Lena’s assistant about ten minutes before her appointment.
“Miss Luthor will be with you shortly.” 
“Thanks.” 
She waits patiently in the small waiting area, her knee bouncing slightly. She crosses her legs at the knee and resituates herself to stop the bounce. She glances at the clock on the wall and finds that Lena Luthor is now five minutes late. 
She considers walking up to the assistant who seems very intently typing away at her keyboard, but thinks better of it. She waits it out, gives it another five minutes. She reviews her questions from her pad and double checks that her recorder is fully charged. The ticking from the clock and the consistent typing sounds fill the otherwise empty waiting area. 
She watches on as the assistant takes a call before looking over at her from across the way. 
“Miss Luthor apologies for her tardiness, but if you could wait another five minutes, she’ll be on her way up.” 
She nods and sits back slightly in her chair. The clock ticks on. 
While waiting, Kara briefly wonders if this is some type of test, a ploy to check on her. Her imagination lands her to think that this might be some kind of hazing from her colleagues. That didn’t make sense, however, not when this assistant seems like the kind of woman who wouldn’t participate in a prank if it affected her productivity. 
After almost twenty minutes, Kara audibly sighs, tries to rein in her annoyance, before getting up from her seat and decides that perhaps it’s best to reschedule. Just as she’s about to talk with the assistant, the elevator dings open and a woman in a lab coat wearing large dark-rimmed glasses with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail rushes towards them. 
“You must be Kara Danvers,” the woman says, her voice coming out composed despite the exhale she lets out, no doubt from rushing out. 
“I—yes,” she offers, a little stupefied in her spot, glancing down at the offered hand before slowly taking it in her own. 
“Lena Luthor. My deepest apologies for being so late; I was on my way up when a small emergency that couldn’t be ignored exploded…literally.” 
“Is everyone okay?” 
“Everyone is more than fine, thank you. Now, I’m sure you’re also a busy woman, so if we need to reschedule, then I understand. But if you have some time to spare, I can clear part of my schedule so you can ask all of your questions.” 
She blinks a few times to process Lena’s words, a reckoning force in front of her that Kara wouldn’t deny, even if she could. She beams and steps to the side. “Deal.” 
True to her word, Lena Luthor answers all of her questions about the new project called Biomax, a nanotechnology meant to advance and expedite healing for various open wounds and injuries. She thoughtfully takes notes of Lena’s responses knowing that the recording will help jog her memories if necessary. 
“Do you have any more questions?” 
Kara glances down to the last question that she has underlined twice: why me?  
She hesitates, an uneasy smile on her face. “Yeah, actually.” 
“Go ahead.” 
“Why did you pick me to interview you? As far as I know, we’ve never met—I’d remember you, for the record—so…just…why?” 
Lena holds her gaze, her head tipping to the side as she regards Kara. She almost looks away under the attention, but maintains her composure. 
“I’m honestly surprised you didn’t ask me right away.” 
She shrugs. 
“This project is very important to L-Corp and could greatly affect public perceptions of the company.” 
“I won’t write a puff piece if that’s what you’re asking,” she declares, sitting up. Yet Lena matches her and places a hand up, as if to stop her. 
“On the contrary. I need you to do what you do best.” 
“Excuse me?” 
Lena tents her hands in front of her and smirks. “Your established work in the Midvale Messenger shows level-headedness and thoughtful critiques. You’ve shown fair assessment and reporting, as far as I’m aware.” 
“Oh.” 
“This is a good project, Miss Danvers. I believe it can do a lot of good for a lot of people. But prior to the rebranding, L-Corp has been host to many scandals, as I’m sure your research has shown you. All I ask is that the project is reported on on its own merits and critiqued fairly for what it is and not who owns the building that developed it.” 
“You researched me?” 
“As I’m sure you researched me.” 
“Fair enough.” She nods in understanding. Then, “Don’t worry. I’ll do my job.” 
Lena smiles wide and Kara can’t help but glance down at red lips and white teeth.
“That’s all I ask.” 
Lena’s phone rings, signaling that she needs to get ready for an upcoming meeting. They both stand on either side of Lena’s desk before Lena walks around and stands practically toe to toe with her. 
“Thank you for your time, Miss Luthor—” 
“Lena, please.” 
“Lena, then. Thank you.” 
“You’re welcome, Miss Danvers.” 
“Well, if I’m calling you Lena…” 
“Kara it is. Feel free to call back if you need anything else for your article.” 
It’s only as they take the few measured steps between the desk and the office door that Kara notes the warm and cozy tones of Lena’s perfume just as she catches the side to side swish of her long ponytail from the corner of her eye. 
She turns around again and offers a hand, this time Lena grabbing hold of it with ease and shaking it a few times. 
“I hope this isn’t the last time we talk.” 
“I hope not either.” 
It’s not until Jess opens the door in front of them that they let go of each other’s hands. 
Her article goes to print, and she’s happy to see her name on the byline. So soon after starting her job, too. 
When she walks into the office the morning her article goes live, she’s met with all eyes from everyone staring at her as soon as she steps out of the elevator. She offers them uneasy smiles as she treks to her desk only to find it teeming with flowers. 
“What’s this?” she asks as she tries to move the different bouquets out of her seat and away from her monitor and keyboard. She glances at William next desk over and he only shrugs. 
“Secret admirer?” 
She plucks the lone card from one of the bouquets and flips it over, grinning from ear to ear. 
Thank you for doing your job. L.L.
The paper bag crinkles in her grip as she adjusts the shoulder strap of her messenger bag. The elevator dings and she appears back on the 46th floor of the L-Corp building. 
She walks towards the assistant who doesn’t seem surprised to see her. 
“Hi, uh—” she quickly glances at the name on the desk, “—hi, Jess. I was here last time. I know I don’t have an appointment, but do you think Len–Miss Luthor has a small break coming up or anything like that?” She knocks her glasses back up her nose with her knuckle. 
Jess studies her for a moment before glancing back down to the monitor. “She’s free for the next fifteen minutes.” 
She nods quickly and smiles, appreciative of the granted access. 
Kara knocks and waits until she hears a muffled response for her to enter. She peeks through the door before slowly making her way in. 
“Hi, Lena. Sorry to drop in unannounced…”
“Kara, hello. This is a lovely surprise.” 
She hums. “Well, I was in the neighborhood.” 
“Is that so?” 
“Mm. It turns out, it’s hard to get work done when your desk is overflowing with flowers.” 
“Really? Never would have guessed.” 
“No? Somehow I’m surprised,” she asks with a slight giggle. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Yeah, I did.” Lena nods, her face sobering slightly, even with the smile still on her face. 
Kara brings a hand up and fixes her glasses again. “Well, I’m not sure I can compete with dozens and dozens of flowers. But perhaps I can offer you with a couple deep fried sugary goodness in exchange. You do eat donuts, right?”
Lena stands from the side of her desk and walks to accept the bag from Kara’s hands. “Well, I am human. Thank you, Kara. Won’t you join me? Probably for the best I don’t eat it all.” 
“Only if you’re sure.” 
Lena sits on the white couch at the far end of her office. “I’m very sure.” 
Kara takes a spot on the couch, the bag of donuts sitting between them. The fifteen minutes of break that Jess originally mentioned becomes half an hour then an hour until it’s just about time to leave for the day, the minutes and hours filled with conversation about nothing, everything. 
“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, Lena,” she starts as they both rise to their feet. “I didn’t mean to keep you.” 
“Nonsense.” 
“I should probably get going, though. A few bites of donuts isn’t enough sustenance.” 
“Well, if you’re not tired of me yet, I was just about to grab some dinner. You're welcome join me.” 
"I couldn't impose." 
"I insist."
Kara glances down at the way Lena’s hands fiddled with each other. Then she thinks briefly about the empty apartment that awaits her and the leftovers sitting in her fridge. 
“Well, then, I’d love that.” 
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Days of friendship blossomed into weeks, Kara and Lena trading texts and video calls interspersed with dinners and coffees after long work days. 
The excitement of friendship with Lena lit something deep inside of Kara that she didn’t know ever existed. Simply put, being around Lena was a source of comfort while she settled herself in National City. 
“You’re not the only one who’s new around here,” Lena had said to her during one of their coffee outings, sympathizing with Kara’s adjustment after her recent arrival to the city. “It’s nice for me, too, to have someone—a friend—to spend time with. My therapist thinks so, anyway.” 
Kara then reached forward and placed a hand on Lena’s. “Tell your therapist you’re not alone, Lena. You’ve got me.” 
Lena smiled before reaching over and giving her a hug. Kara easily accepted, held Lena close to her, and made sure to never break her vow. 
It’s been a handful of months since Lena and Kara became friends, best friends even, and being allowed unrestricted access to Lena’s office for Kara to stop by still rattles something inside of her. It’s…she can’t quite put a finger on it. A kind of intimacy she enjoys: to be chosen, to be privileged in this way. 
She greets Jess with a grin and a separate bag for Jess’s favored almond croissants as Kara carries her and Lena’s lunch from Noonan’s. 
“How’s it looking today, Jess?” she asks just as puts the bag for Jess on her desk. The assistant grabs for the bag, an uncharacteristic voraciousness as she opens it and takes a whiff of the pastry. “That bad, huh?” 
“She’ll enjoy seeing you today, let’s just say.” 
“Alright. Does she have a hard stop?” 
“She has a conference call at 3. But otherwise, keep her from her computer until then.”
“Got it.” 
Just then, Lena pulls the door open. “Stop plotting against me.”
Kara beams and walks forward with a one-armed hug as she holds the bag of their lunch away from their bodies. She warms at Lena’s touch, both of her arms wrapping around Kara’s back before it gently slides down the length of her back before her hands rest briefly on Kara’s waist.
“I’ll plot against you any way I like. I’m my own woman.” 
“Yes, you are. It’s good to see you, darling. But we don’t have an appointment, do we?” 
“No, no. I just figured I’d drop off some lunch for you. Heard you’ve had a brutal morning.” 
Lena then glances at Jess who has remained steadfast in staring at her screen. “Is that right?” 
“Yes. Now we can stand here or we can actually eat some lunch. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” 
Lena steps back and allows her to walk past her, making a beeline for the coffee table in front of her white couch. She quickly takes out their food from the bag and situates it neatly in front of them, a nice little spread of salads and breads and pasta dishes. 
“Did you buy all of Noonan’s?” Lena asks when she sits beside Kara on the couch. “I can’t possibly eat all of this food, Kara.” 
“Uh, because they’re not for you,” she says, offering a playful scoff. “That’s your kale salad and all the good stuff is mine.”  
She grins when she catches Lena rolling her eyes at her who otherwise grabs a plastic fork and takes a healthy bite out of her salad. Kara hates the stuff, thinks it’s an abomination, but she’s happy to see her friend eating and relaxing. 
Kara etches this moment to memory. Because she likes how settled Lena is beside her as they dig into their lunch. Likes how visibly comfortable Lena looks as she asks Kara about her day so far. Likes how she nudges some other dishes Lena’s way until Lena relents, still gracious as she does so, picking at some of the food. It’s one of Kara’s favorite views, the way Lena leaves herself unguarded, her walls down, with her. 
Abruptly and without notice, something inside of Kara shifts—irreparably, irrevocably. 
She doesn’t know what she’s even said for Lena to snort in laughter, putting her food down on the coffee table to cover her mouth as giggles leak through her fingers.
Something inside of Kara slots into place, the world suddenly saturated and sharpened.
When Lena gets a handle on her laughter, her mouth still etched with the echoes of her mirth, she opens her eyes to fondly look back at Kara, grasping at her arm and squeezing. 
Kara doesn’t hear anything but the pulse of her blood rushing to her ears, and the heat of Lena’s hand on her skin suddenly scorching her. 
And Kara, hopeless and unprepared, discovers on a Tuesday afternoon that she’s maybe a little bit in love with her best friend.
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atomicjellyb3an · 2 days
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ST PATRICKS DAY ☘️
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Happy St Patrick’s day to my talented Irish queens!
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