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#no because kara NOT seeing lena in this fit is a hate crime #baby would have been foaming in the mouth #also FRECKLES

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THE DANVERS SISTERS IN SUPERGIRL (2015 - 2021)

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ALKJSFLAKHDF;JDK DILDO OF DOOM IM FUCKING WHEEZING

when ur wife makes a weird new high tech sex toy and u don’t know how to operate it

#SCREAMING #supercorp

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Melissa Benoist & Katie McGrath | Supergirl BTS

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Just Like the First Time.

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Daisy Ridley fangirling over Angelina Jolie at the 2019 D23 Expo

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pink in the night

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Supercorp prints & shirts

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Listen. I wouldn’t just fuck an alien. I’d take an alien out on a date, to their favorite restaurant. I’d marathon an aliens favorite show with them. I’d spoon an alien every night. I’d bring an alien little random tokens and gifts to remind them of my affection. I’d help an alien work through their emotional issues and family baggage. I’d adopt a shelter pet with an alien and raise him as our very own son. I’d grow old with an alien, every blissful year of our union reminding us of how much we cherish each other. I’d make love to an alien.

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In your opinion, what were Kara and Lena's individual gayest moments? 🤔🌈

oh bestie how long have you got? ok ok let's go lesbians let's go

lena:

filling kara's office with flowers. the bitch really said if my verbal language can't tell this woman how much i want to be railed by her maybe the language of flowers will do it for me

granting kara unrestricted office access on like their 3rd meeting

buying catco for kara. need i say more

whatever the fuck she was doing in every single s2 couch scene. bedroom eyes ass motherfucker

saving supergirl's life over her boyfriend's

apparently spending all her free time building lifesaving super tech without being asked even while she and supergirl were fighting

repeatedly risking her own life to save kara’s back when she still believed she was human

the inherent homoeroticism of continuing to pretend she didn’t know kara’s identity because it allowed her to remain close to her

“she broke my heart” yeah because that’s a normal thing platonic friends do

every time she’s ever gayzed at kara aka every time she’s ever looked at kara

the defining cultural moment that was “i killed my brother for you for our friends don’t you understand what you’ve done” aka the ultimate declaration of love: murder

her entire angsty s5 breakup spiral

programming the fortress’ lena lesbian luthor protocol aka no one touches my fucking WIFE

being quite happy to let the population of nc get turned into phantoms because she couldn’t put anything above her imperative of bringing kara home

“do you really not believe in magic?” “i believe in you”

the bickering spouses energy of their 6b interactions and lena’s overwhelming “ok i tried but you’re gonna make your own mistakes, i love you honey i’ll see you at home” energy

the worried wife vibes of her healing kara in the med bay

"hey, you” / “hey, hey, it’s okay”

kara:

how she absolutely peacocked around as supergirl in front of lena for the entirety of s2 l-corp gala im looking at you

biting the head off her boyfriend's mother when she thought lena was in danger because of her

crashing lena's date just to third wheel it with more manic jealous energy than any one person should contain

agreeing to come back to catco because lena batted her eyelashes

being prepared to save lena's life at the cost of poisoning the entire city's water

risking her civilian identity to save lena's life when she was poisoned

gazing tearfully at pictures of her and lena every time they have a lover's spat

every conversation she's had directly with lena's chest s3 gala im looking at you

“i’ll beat [james] up for you” aka kara choosing lena’s side over her best friend and first love

her whole "sure i can excuse murder if you're the one committing it babe" schtick throughout s3&4 aka nice grey gay morality

"i'm trying to catch lex FOR YOU that's why i'm doing this" never mind the fact that the man is kara's blood enemy noooo she's doing it for her gf

red daughter’s existence, period. honorary shoutout to her gay journal entries

flying around the world to bring lena her favourite things

“if i could be kara, just kara, then i could keep you as a friend” / “i was selfish and scared and i didn’t wanna lose you” aka kara canonically admitting that the idea of losing lena scared her more even than the potential fallout of her lies

volunteering to break the law for lena

volunteering to change all of history to get lena back

post-pz reunion hug. leaning in to kiss your bestie in front of god and everyone is something that can actually be so homosexual

every 6b interaction ie leaning into lena, mirroring her, finishing her sentences, “pot sticker me” etc

having lena be the one to ultimately inspire her to make some of the biggest decisions of her life ie becoming a reporter, revealing herself as kara zor-el

staring right at lena’s lips during her last most emotional scene of the series

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But when Lena is mid convo gesturing wildly and Kara grabs her hand, slides one of Lena's rings off her finger and puts it on her own like, "oh I like this, mine now" all while Lena continues talking like that happens all the time........what then?

i'll tell you what then. then, lena starts wearing rings for the express purpose of having kara steal them from her fingers. this goes on for months, lena's ring taste tending more and more towards kara's, with every new piece of jewellery she ostensibly purchases for herself in fact designed to end up on a kryptonian finger instead

and then, one day, kara's absently playing with lena's fingers in her lap as they watch tv, fiddling with her rings. she lands upon a new one; a platinum band with a single sparkling stone, simple yet elegant

"i like this one," she hums, half distracted by the smell of lena's shampoo and the softness of her skin. "mine now"

and she slips the ring off lena's finger and onto her own, but then—

"wrong one, darling," lena breathes, reaching out to mute the tv, raising her head from kara's shoulder so their gazes lock. the intensity in her eyes is captivating as she slides the ring off kara's left index finger, slides it past the knuckles of her fourth finger instead

and kara just gapes at her, wide-eyed and open-mouthed as lena watches her, the apprehension in her gaze giving way to amusement the longer kara flounders, unable to tear her eyes away from the glittering diamond engagement ring now adorning her finger

"wait. wait. did i just— did i just propose to myself for you?"

lena's mouth thins in a futile attempt to hold back her laughter, lifting kara's hand to press her lips against the tips of her fingers

"oh my god. oh my god. and did you just accept for me?"

lena's head tilts, expression softening. "did i get the answer right?"

"yes," kara gasps and then she's slotting their mouths together, messy and imperfect, unable to tear her eyes away from the ring that resembles her own heart in so many ways; stolen, but still ending up right where it's supposed to be

she wraps lena up in her arms, cups her face in her hands, diamond sparkling almost as bright as the happy tears in lena's eyes

kara grins. "mine now"

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“how long was I asleep?” + cuddling please

The concept of ‘Friendsmas’ isn’t actually a thing. This is something Lena truly believes. Groups of friends are allowed to just get together around the holidays without having to call it something completely absurd. So when Kara had asked her over for ‘Friendsmas on Saturday,’ Lena had looked at her blankly, pretending to be unimpressed, and just said, “Aren’t you Jewish?” But Kara had pleaded and pouted and said things like, “Lena, please?” and really, how was Lena supposed to argue with that?

Kara’s apartment is always homey, but it’s something special around Christmastime. It smells like pine trees and cinnamon and peppermint, and there are glimmering candles and twinkling string lights everywhere. There are soft, croony covers of Christmas songs playing in the background, a gentle accompaniment to the clatter of Kelly placing their dinner dishes in the sink. Alex is next to her, humming in the kitchen while she makes some spiked hot chocolate, and Nia lays sprawled out over an armchair in the living room, flipping through Christmas movies for them all to watch together.

Lena, from her spot snuggled under a blanket on the couch, sips on her wine and feels something warm and happy come to rest deep in her bones as she watches her friends finish collecting their drinks and snacks before they all settle in for a movie.

It’s somewhere in the middle of Love Actually that Lena looks contentedly, sleepily, around the room. The coffee table is littered with empty hot chocolate mugs and wine glasses. Alex and Kelly are snuggled up together on the other side of the couch, equally comfortable sharing loving glances as they are a bowl of popcorn. Brainy had squeezed into the armchair with Nia before the movie and had promptly fallen asleep, his head resting on hers as she plays with his fingers. And Kara… Kara is curled into the corner of the couch right next to Lena and so engrossed in the film that Lena allows herself a moment to stare a little too long at her profile. The light from the tv flickers over Kara’s face like the light from all the candles she’d lit, and Lena’s struck by a longing so sudden it twists her stomach in knots.

Kara looks at her then, turns her head away from the tv to smile at Lena and slide her hand along the back of the couch until it’s cupped around Lena’s shoulder. She tugs once and Lena follows, tugs once and all those knots in Lena’s stomach unravel and go gooey at the edges as she settles into Kara’s side and rests her head on Kara’s shoulder.

The last thing she remembers as she rapidly loses herself to the haze of warmth that comes from a home-cooked meal, close friends, and a steady heartbeat under her ear, is looking around the room once more. She sees Alex happily snuggled with Kelly and Nia happily snuggled with Brainy and muses that maybe, to an unknowing eye, they’d look like three couples instead of two and two extras. She wonders, as her eyes grow heavy, what Alex or Nia would see if they were to look at her and Kara.

It comes back in pulses, her awareness does. Lena feels a kiss brushed against the crown of her head, catches a whiff of Alex’s perfume and slowly blinks her eyes open to see Alex leaning over her to press a kiss to Kara’s head as well. The two sisters are whispering goodnights to each other when Lena’s eyes drift closed again.

The sound of the front door closing clicks in Lena’s ears and she comes to again, blinking slowly as the room comes into focus. The tv is off but the string lights and the candles still cast a warm, dim yellow glow over the apartment. Her friends are gone, but there’s a heavy throw blanket draped over her that tucks in around Kara’s hip, and Kara’s fingers are carding softly through her hair. They scratch gently over her scalp, and Lena huffs out a soft noise, nudging into Kara’s shoulder in protest as the fingers leave her hair, curling around her shoulder instead.

“Hey,” Kara murmurs, quiet. A thumb strokes over Lena’s shoulder and her eyelids start to droop once more before Lena blinks them back open.

She tilts her head to look up at Kara and finds Kara smiling softly at her. Kara’s hair is even more golden in the dim lighting; her blue eyes are sparkling and Lena knows that no one has ever, ever looked so beautiful in candlelight before.

“Hey,” she finally mumbles back to distract herself. “How long was I asleep?”

“About an hour,” Kara replies, those blue eyes flicking back and forth between Lena’s as her fingers scratch over Lena’s shoulder, and it would be so easy, Lena thinks, to just tip her head up and catch Kara’s lips with her own.

“I should go home,” Lena whispers instead.

Kara’s lips part, her brows furrowing in protest before her face smoothes over again. Kara shakes her head once, her free hand rising to cup around Lena’s elbow. It’s quiet for a moment, and Lena can feel the steady rise and fall of Kara’s chest against her, can see how it causes Kara’s sweater to shift. Kara takes a deeper breath before she speaks again.

“Stay.”

Lena eyes flick back up to Kara’s, having not realized they’d drifted, to find Kara watching her intently.

“It’s late,” Lena says, her eyelids drooping again as if to prove her point. Her eyes follow the tug of gravity and fall to Kara’s mouth, full and pink as ever, before she blinks back up at Kara.

“Yeah,” Kara hums. Her hand flattens on Lena’s shoulder and smoothes over her upper back, pulling her in, and Lena’s stomach clenches, ears burning as her forehead presses into Kara’s. Kara’s other hand leaves her elbow and slides across the small of her back, setting Lena’s skin afire and her breath stuttering out of her as she lets Kara gather her closer. “So stay.”

And oh, Lena thinks, okay.

“Okay,” Lena murmurs, and Kara kisses her.

Kara kisses her and a hand slides up the back of her neck and into her hair. Kara kisses her and she fists her fingers in Kara’s sweater, lets the sweet press of Kara’s lips steal the rest of the breath from her lungs in a whimper. Kara tastes like chocolate and when she finally pulls back, she stares wide-eyed at Lena, lips parted and breath coming in pants.

Lena lets out a shaky breath of her own, eyes half-lidded and trained on Kara’s bottom lip before she pulls her own between her teeth and forces her gaze back up to Kara’s. It’s instinctual, the way a pang of anxiety twists back up in her stomach, but Kara’s eyes are just as wanting, still sparkling in the candlelight as her thumb tugs Lena’s lip out from between her teeth.

“How—” Kara croaks, stops and clears her throat and starts again. “How do you feel about ‘Friendsmas’ now?”

It works, and before she can stop herself, Lena’s eyes are rolling so far back into her head it almost hurts. But Kara’s devious grin is too catching, and Lena presses her own finger to it before moving back in to press her lips to it instead.

“Shut up,” she quips, and Kara laughs so hard it’s all Lena can do to keep their smiles pressed together.

“You like it, I know you do,” Kara finally murmurs into her mouth, and really, how is Lena supposed to argue with that?

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An AU where Kara has a long commute on the subway every day, and one of her favorite ways to keep herself occupied is people-watching. She almost always keeps a sketchbook in her bag, so when she happens to sit across from someone particularly interesting, she likes to sketch them.

And that’s where Kara finds herself on one random Friday commute home, sitting across from the most stunning brunette she’s ever seen. She’s not sure what draws her in more. If it’s the silent grace and poise with which the gorgeous woman sits as she delicately crosses her legs, or the way she adjusts her thick-framed glasses as she cracks open a well-loved copy of The Fellowship of the Ring. But before she’s even fully thought about it, Kara has paper and a charcoal pencil in hand.

Every few moments she glances up through her lashes, letting her eyes trace the woman’s soft features, indulging in it, before she drops her gaze back to her sketchbook to capture them. She starts with the outline, but quickly moves to etching in her eyes, her smile, the way her nose crinkles as she reads. Her expression jumps to life on the page, and Kara is almost finished when she glances up again, only for her breath to catch in her chest.

Because across from her, brilliant green eyes gaze back at her over the spine of the book, and Kara is completely ensnared. A dark brow cocks upwards, and Kara slams back to earth from the green skies she’d been floating amongst, a vibrant red spreading across her cheeks as she locks her eyes resolutely on the sketchbook in her lap.

She buries herself in perfecting the shading, adding the finishing shadows around the perked corners of the woman’s lips, so she doesn’t bend to the embarrassing temptation to peek once more. And Kara’s successful—barely—only looking again once she adds the finishing touch, blending the faintest freckle onto her neck.

But when she does look, the seat across from her is vacant.

Kara’s shoulders slump, feeling rather glum that she’d lost the chance of one last glance at the beautiful stranger. Ah well…

“Hmm, so that’s why you were staring, then,” a rich voice purrs from the seat beside her. Kara’s neck creaks dangerously as she whips her head up, finding the woman now seated gracefully beside her and… and staring at the drawing of herself.

Oh no. Oh crap. Is this creepy? Was I being creepy? Oh—

Kara’s internal spiral is interrupted by a throaty chuckle, and the woman continues, “And here I was getting an inflated ego, thinking that a pretty blond was working up the courage to ask me out.”

As the woman’s words and playful smirk register, Kara’s mind comes a screeching halt, only weak spluttering escaping her.

“May I?” The stranger holds her hand out, and Kara hands the sketchbook over with a shaky nod.

Long pale fingers ghost over the edges of the drawing, taking it in with wonder. “This is pretty good,” she whispers. “More than, actually. You really just drew this?” The woman turns to her with a look of awe, and Kara nods, before finally managing to find her words.

“I, uh… c-can we, uh… back up a moment? Back to the ‘asking you out’ thing, please?” Kara could smack herself for the way she stumbles over her words.

The woman just hums inquisitively, eyes back to tracing the drawing of herself.

“Would that uh… be something you’d… be interested in?”

Kara’s breath catches at the woman’s wicked grin.

“I certainly wouldn’t be opposed.”

“O-oh. Really?”

The woman nods, and Kara’s heart races. She hasn’t the faintest clue how she got herself here, but despite her blushing embarrassment, she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

A dark brow creeps up again—a mirror image of their first shared look—and she wants to capture that detail in charcoal now, too. The expression is just so full of humor as the other brow joins the first in an expectant look, and… shit.

Kara yanks herself out of her daze and scrambles to ask, “Right! Well uh… would you want to go out? Some… time? With… me?”

The corners of the woman’s eyes crinkle in laughter as she gestures for Kara to hand over the charcoal pencil as well. She quickly scribbles something down in the corner of the sketch and glances up at the subway map on the wall.

“Here,” she says, handing both the pencil and the sketchbook back. Kara’s breath catches at the soft feeling of the woman’s hands brushing over her own, and she almost misses the woman’s question.

“Give me a call sometime, yeah?”

A wide-eyed Kara nods earnestly, and her heart melts at the way the woman’s playful smirk softens.

“This is my stop.” She gathers her belongings and stands, before catching Kara’s gaze one last time with a wink. “I’ll talk to you soon.” And with that, the stunning stranger is gone, stepping off the train and disappearing into a rushing crowd.

Kara smiles down at the sketchbook in her lap, still open to the drawing, and under it scrawled in neat, slanted handwriting is a number. And a name.

Lena.

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Besides it should be me thank you for pushing me to use my magic. Because I now know for sure, I really am free of Lex.

I will drink to that.

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Supercorp movie night with potstickers?

someone’s trying something