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purpleofmadness · 2 days
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Blep! Dropping two new fem kon edits!
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616witch · 2 days
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Comic books... You know, illustrated magazines made up of narrative artwork accompanied by dialogue and descriptive prose.
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mycatismyeditor · 23 hours
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Day 288
Kara comes to the station for a cup of tea...
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Art by the incredible @rustingcat
Latest chapter available here:
Uncensored version of the drawing below the cut.
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obliviouskara · 3 days
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richardgrimes · 22 hours
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I could throw her into space. I dream about doing that.
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disquietiswhatitis · 3 days
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Lillian: (has Cyborg Superman, Metallo and a host of Cadmus foot soldiers standing behind her) You’d never survive this.
Lena: (In her own exosuit, standing between them and a Kryptonite-weakened Supergirl) Well happily, neither would you.
Lillian: To choose Supergirl here is to declare war against your family.
Lena: (charges up her suit, not giving a fuck) Wonderful.
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fictiongods · 1 day
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God it’s the way that Kara’s so gentle with Lena. Like this woman is the strongest being on earth, have lifted literal submarines out of water and over her head, flew gigantic space prisons back into space, and can literally just catch bullets in her hands. But. She touches Lena like she’s the most important thing in the whole galaxy and I CANT. Like she is so soft with her. The way she carefully wraps her arms around her!!! The way she holds her hand in that one scene!!! THE WAY SHE LOOKS AT HER. Can someone just shoot me in the head I literally can’t with them.
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susanguhly · 1 day
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captm29 · 2 days
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Lena: why do you even love me? After everything Ive done to you
Kara: You have my heart. You have my soul.And you're the first and last person to ever have either one.
Kara: I loved you first. And last. I've only got this feeling for you. No one else. I will NEVER choose any one else.
Kara: Do you hear me?
Kara: say it. Tell me you hear me.
Lena crying: i hear you
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malyce19 · 2 days
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Hi.
I’m working on coming back to the world of fic writing after a very long hiatus. TLDR I got sober and had a baby and my perspective on the whole world changed, as it does. So if you’ve liked my fics in the past, I’m sorry I’ve been MIA for so long. Here’s a teaser of what I’m working on right now. It’s called State Lines.
“there’s no such thing as a clean break when your heart starts bleeding out.” - chance peña
Day 1
She sold her penthouse and bought the car. A gray sedan, plenty of room for all of the belongings she cared enough to travel with. Nothing flashy, something reliable and low maintenance that wouldn’t call too much attention to her presence as she made her escape. All that mattered to her was that the car’s suspension wasn’t impacted by all of the emotional weight she was bringing with her on this journey to nowhere. She should have said something, she knows that. But what do you say when you’re leaving everything and everyone behind?
She didn’t know where she was going, not that it really mattered. She’d been driving for two days, only stopping for gas and compulsory restroom and food breaks. The more distance she could place between herself and blonde haired blue eyed loves of her life, the better. So she drove, vaguely eastbound with stinging eyes and an aching heart.
Miles passed and the road lines started to feel like metaphors, lines in the proverbial sand. Endless expanses of pavement and exit signs beckoned her forward, the promise of anonymity and rebirth lingering somewhere on the horizon as she drove. As her old life burned to cinders behind her, she felt less like a phoenix and more like a nondescript speck of ash, floating aimlessly on the wind. And maybe that’s all she was now, without her.
Day 3
By day three, Lena had to stop to sleep. She’d pushed herself as far as she could, coffee and disgustingly sweet energy drinks sustaining her only to the point of blurred vision and shaking hands. So she found a slightly innocuous looking hotel a few miles off the highway in northern Texas, pulling her borrowed (now stolen) NCU baseball cap down as far as it would go to obscure her features as she checked in. It helped, she supposed, that the kid behind the counter couldn’t drag his eyes away from the football game he was watching long enough to look her in the eye, so being recognized wasn’t an issue. She paid for the room in cash, as she had with everything else on this trip, and she tipped the boy an extra $100 bill to ensure housekeeping left the room alone until she’d checked out. Leaving a paper trail would defeat the purpose of a clean break, and she couldn’t risk being recognized by a well-meaning staffer trying to offer more towels.
In the safety of a locked hotel room, Lena took her hair down and tossed the duffle bag on the bed. It was getting dark out, and she closed the heavy curtains to keep her eyes from searching the clear sky for familiar streaks of red and blue. It was only a matter of time, she knew, before her absence would become obvious. She’d left LCorp on sabbatical, leaving Sam at the helm for the time being, vaguely committing to take the reins again sometime in the future. Her new phone was blissfully quiet, Sam and Jess the only two she trusted with the number. News alerts about superheroes and aliens and secret government agencies were disabled, and all that graced her lock screen was a stock photo of some rainy trees.
As she sat down on the bed, exhaustion starting to settle into every nerve, she couldn’t help but wonder how the hell she got here. Not physically, that was obvious. She bought a car and drove for three straight days until she realized she was endangering the other drivers (though there’d been very few) by continuing on like this. She just didn’t trust herself to keep going without rest, so here she was, in a Hilton hotel in fucking Lubbock, of all places. Trust. That’s what this all boiled down to, wasn’t it? Misplaced trust, betrayal of trust, lack of trust where it was dutifully earned with literal blood, sweat and tears. Trust, broken and shattered and disintegrated in one fell swoop with her former favorite person’s too-little-too-late confession.
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rontra · 3 days
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i fucking love when they pull out the "earth-2 frequency" thing
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Melissa as Sadie in The Girls On The Bus 1x08💙
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kent-farm · 2 days
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—Supergirl, "Ace Reporter"
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curtvilescomic · 1 day
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Supergirl and Hulk by Terry Moore ( with cameo by Mr Mxyzptik)
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nitpickrider · 1 day
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0.0 ...you know how sometimes, when a story is written they can't anticipate the way some things CHANGE in the 60 years or so after the fact? ...or what some things turn out to be VERY dirty slang? Action Comics 337
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fastestmanalive333 · 3 days
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I'm suprised this actually came out pretty good.. but yeah... some father and son bonding time we were robbed of.. think of this as a War of the Supermen Alternate Ending.. the Good Ending where Chris & Thara survive
The battle ended with Chris and Clark single handedly flying Zod into the source wall.. not the phantom zone as they did before.. the other kryptonian criminals are taken captive by OA and are held in a solar system with a Red Sun.. the kryptonians left on New Krypton who did not side with Zod were given a home on the planet Rokyn.. Chris' Nightwing powers are new.. and he is learning new things about them and himself everyday.. after a long day of war, turmoil... Chris and Clark catch up on lost time.. he has matured so much from this.. and Clark sees in him the potential to be a great hero.. and although zod, ursa and non are gone.. many of his followers are still on Earth Clark offers Chris to join the Supermen of America where he gladly accepts, Lucy is ridden of her powers with Sam Lane dead Lois comes to give her comfort, Mon-El.. after years of suffering from lead poisoning and being bound to the phantom zone.. is free.. free to go and do as he pleases.. Chris meets Conner... Thara and Kara reconnect and they quickly bond... in the shadows.. a new mysterious threat is lurking in the shadows.. ready to strike.. who it is we dont know.. that is for you to decide...
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Supermen of America #1 (2011) (which in my mind for this alternate universe is very much be like the Batman Incorporated of Superman..) Written by Geoff Johns and Kurt Busiek
Nightwing/Flamebird #1 (2011) written by Greg Rucka
Kon-El: Sentinel #12 written by Jeff Lemire (Kons series numbering continued off Superboy Vol 5)
Supergirl Vol 5. #67 written by Kelly Sue DeConnick
Steel (2011) #1 written by Louise Simonson
Superman (1939) #709 written by J. Michael Straczynski
Action Comics (1938) #900 written by Geoff Johns
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