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Not sure if you peruse Instagram comments at all. But the amount of times i have seen people on their new post commenting on the innocent SC Endgame comments things like, “nobody cares about gay people” and variations of things like SG isn’t an LGBTQ+ based show so go watch one of those if u want representation. The CW is being tagged they haven’t had the time to remove them. But the amount of hate already is just mind blowing. I just don’t think feasibly they’re gonna be able to police this?

First of all, the fact that people target shippers posting innocent things like that with so much homophobic toxicity is so inherently pathetic. And people wonder why fans throw around “homophobia” claims all the time. Because of exactly shit like this. Shit like this that’s emboldened by certain people from the show as those are the kind of people who defend problematic actors and encourage further attacks on fans. This is the core of the hate. And it’s everywhere. Sometimes it’s overt like what you’ve just mentioned. Other times it’s micro-aggressive like saying there can’t be two lead females or sisters who are LGBTQ, sometimes it’s something in between with gaslighting like claims that shippers of SC are delusional even though the queerbait is obvious. Etc.

Anyway, the network made a promise and they need to deliver. Even if it means assigning 1-2 interns/assistants per show who do 1-2 sweeps of the 3 social channels per day. They’re gonna have to do what they’re gonna have to do. They’ve certainly got the resources to hire people to do it.

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I had my shit together for like 3 days once

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@August

Please…girl…I’m beggin you

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Rock and a Hard Place

Okay, so I don’t really have any plans for this or even any purpose in posting it except for the fact that I thought I already posted it and was pissed when I realized I hadn’t.

Kara’s world narrowed to a pinpoint in the space of a heartbeat. L-Corp burned on the horizon, and her senses tracked to Lena’s balcony, and the silhouette at its edge, bent double coughing through the thick smoke pouring up from several floors below. She didn’t notice the hulking figure lumbering through the smoke towards her until Lena straightened in alarm, backing into the rail. Kara registered the gleam of a single blue eye.

Hank Henshaw grabbed Lena by the throat and hoisted her over the edge. There she sat for a perilous moment, one hand scraping at the fingers tight around her throat, the other reaching desperately for the railing under her knees. Henshaw released her with a shove, and then Lena was falling, tumbling towards the ground. Kara pushed past the sound barrier with a pop in her ears and her heart in her throat.

Faster, faster, faster.

Her lungs burned, unable to take in any of the air speeding past her, but all Kara saw was Lena. The angles and trajectories to intercept were as much instinct now as actual thought– as she neared Kara knew that her course was wrong, her speed too great. Any change of course or velocity meant Lena’s death, and Kara had a heartbeat to choose.

Kara clenched her jaw, and wrapped her arms around Lena. Her heightened senses turned the crunch of bone into a gunshot, the stutter of Lena’s heart in a vacuum of sound.

Twisting her body, Kara took the impact on her back. Every muscle in Kara’s body locked in place as they skipped and skidded across the pavement, carving a deep furrow into the street. When the world was still again Kara gasped and coughed to return air to her starved lungs. Lena lay under her, pressed to her chest– the cage of Kara’s arms protected her from being crushed, but Lena was deathly still.

For one heartbeat, then two, there was nothing but police sirens and the panicked cries of bystanders.

Then, finally, she heard the flutter of a pulse.

Kara’s breath sharpened in her chest as she slowly uncurled herself from around Lena. She kept one hand under Lena’s neck, cradling her head. Kara’s x-ray vision scanned her reflexively, and immediately wished she hadn’t.

A flash of white bone poked through the skin of Lena’s broken leg. In a glance Kara counted three fractured ribs, pressing against her left lung. But most concerning were the shadows at the base of Lena’s spine– a mess of bone shards and torn nerves ruined by Kara’s catch.

Blood trailed down Lena’s forehead, but her skull was intact by the smallest of miracles. “She needs a neck brace,” Kara told the paramedics trotting towards her. They moved too slowly– Kara could fly Lena to the hospital faster than it would take them to close the distance, but Lena… to move her now could kill her. Hands entered her line of vision to replace Kara’s cradling hands with a sturdy brace. “She has three– four– four broken ribs. Her spine–”

“There’s a backboard on the way ma’am,” one medic told her. “We need to examine her, please step aside.” His voice was calm, but firm. Kara searched for an accusation, looking for the blame she could feel settling on her shoulders, but found nothing but professionalism in his gaze.

He had a job to do, and Supergirl was in the way.

Kara gingerly extracted herself, and stepped away to give the medics the access they needed. She scrubbed a trembling hand across her face, feeling her lips shake as she stared, watching the medics spoke gently to Lena, who had yet to wake. Kara gasped, and suddenly remembered to breathe.

“Supergirl!” Alex called to her, but Kara couldn’t turn away from where the medics worked over Lena. When her sister reached her a warm hand touched her elbow, but Kara barely registered it. She watched Lena’s heart speed up, galloping sharply before falling into a quivering lump. She opened her mouth to alert the medics, but the one who’d spoken to her beat her to the punch.

“She’s in v-fib!” His teammate set the defibrillator next to him and opened Lena’s blouse. Alex and Kara watched in shock as the charge fired once, then twice.

Then– “All right, she’s back! Let’s get her loaded. We’ll IV her in the bus.”

They loaded Lena into the ambulance, barely giving Supergirl and and Agent Danvers a second glance. Alex turned to Kara with worry in her eyes, but Kara could tell without looking that it wasn’t worry for Lena.

It was worry for Kara, and Kara couldn’t bear to face it. Kara launched into the air. Shooting to the top of L-Corp, she found that Henshaw was long gone. The knot in her chest tightened at the lack of outlet, but she swallowed it down, and turned towards the hospital. With barely a moment to pull air past the lump in her throat, Kara abandoned her sister and her misplaced concern on the fractured pavement.

#supergirl fanfic

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No one probably cares, but I’m putting up the tweets I sent out before because it’s pissing me off

Edit: Amalia replied to my tweet, so that’s dope and I’m super excited

#motherland fort salem

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As part of DC’s FanDome event in August, they’ve opened up the ability to submit Fan Art based on any DC characters from any tv show, comic, media, etc.

Your time has come, Supercorp fans! We all know how insanely talented you are, but now you can potentially have your work seen on a bigger scale, possibly win a cash prize and help the Supercorp cause.

Just think of the message it could send if they receive dozens or even hundreds of submissions of amazing Supercorp Fan Art. Because apparently each user can have up to 10 entries, so if you’ve created multiple amazing pieces of art, you can submit any of them. Not only will lots of submissions send a message for the future, fans will apparently later vote on finalists and some artists could even have their work featured in future campaigns and merchandise, etc. As long as it’s not sexually explicit, offensive or inappropriate of course. All rules are found on their site.

Just imagine the potential impact/message if countless Supergirl fans submit their Supercorp art, then if any are chosen as finalists, fans vote in August on the Supercorp art to win... 😈

https://www.talenthouse.com/i/Create-fan-art-for-the-DC-FanDome-event

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#pretty much

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Inspiration, requested by @sarlaymc

I hope you like it!

Read on AO3

Everything changed the moment Lena and Kara clasped hands.

It didn’t go back to the way it was before Lena knew her secret. Not exactly. 

After weeks of awkwardly dancing around each other they had fallen into some new kind of relationship. One that felt more weighted than before. Casual lunches had turned into dinners. Movie nights turned into staying overnight. With her powers no longer a secret, and their friendship on the mend, Kara felt no reason to stay away. Letting her desire to see Lena turn into reality at every opportunity. 

It was like they were making up for lost time. Constantly together, whether it was sitting pressed against each other at game night or huddled together in the basement of the DEO.

“But-I’ve already been using it.” Kara sat on the chrome surface of the table, her legs swinging aimlessly. 

“You have.” Lena agreed easily, her hand reaching across to Kara’s knee. Settling her restless movements with a swipe of her thumb, the gentle rock of the table coming to a stop. 

“But it wasn’t ready?” Kara’s face flushed as Lena’s fingertips grazed against her thigh before returning to hold the little red box at the centre of the anti-kryptonite suit as she delicately twirled a screwdriver.

“It was ready.” Lena murmured as she turned to face Kara, open and vulnerable. “I would never give you a suit that wasn’t ready. It just wasn’t finished.”

“There’s a difference?” 

“There is…” Lena stepped forward as she let her hands fall on top of Kara’s on either side of her hips. The corner of her mouth lifted when Kara brought them to intertwine on her lap. “I can’t stand the idea of anything happening to you. I just wanted to make sure that it’s the best suit I can give you, so I’m putting in some upgrades. Something I will continue to do as long as you let me…”

Kara’s breath hitched as Lena looked up from their hands with wet eyes. Lena’s words settle heavy in her heart, drawing Kara in like a moth to a flame, yearning to pull Lena in close. 

“I’ll let you get back to work.” Kara smiles softly as she slides off the table closing some of the distance between them, fiddling with Lena’s fingers still in hers. 

“I’ll let you know when I’m finished.” Lena whispers, her forehead pressing against Kara’s temple before she steps away.

—

“Kara, you can’t go after Lex without backup.” Alex growled, keeping Kara from flying half-cocked out of the DEO with a hand fisted in the end of her cape. 

“Alex, I can’t let him get away.”

“And you won’t, but you can’t just go charging in there. What if he has Kryptonite Kara?”

“Then it’s a good thing her anti-kryptonite suit is done.” Lena sauntered through the DEO, her heels echoing off the tiled floors. 

Kara spun towards Lena with a proud smile, pulling her cape free from Alex’s grasp. 

“Lay it on me, Lena.” Kara stepped forward with hands on her hips. 

Lena stepped into Kara’s space, the eager energy rolling off of her creating a pit in Lena’s stomach. 

“You’ve got this Supergirl.” Lena whispered as she pressed the box to Kara’s crest. Flattening her hands on Kara’s chest to keep them from shaking, Lena paused for a moment before pushing forward. The kiss was chaste, lips brushing against each other as the suit expanded under Lena’s hands. Kara’s head tilted, noses bumping as they changed angles. 

“For good luck.” Lena rocked backwards on her heels, laughing breathlessly at the blank face of her anti-kryptonite suit imaging Kara’s matching face underneath. 

“Knock him dead.”

#supercorp fanfic

[your-not-so-secret-stalker]

remember coie and how stupid that was lol imagine the entire multiverse being in danger and you ask a planet not even equipped for long distance space travel for help imagine asking the least equipped heroes there to lead the charge instead of the one who's fighting alien threats everyday and has an entire govt organization to back her up i wanna know what the monitor was smoking 😂

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Ah yes, the 5 love languages:

touch starved

my parents never told me they are proud of me

i love Stuff

im so fucken tired please god just let me rest for 5 minutes

hey pay attention to me

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like obviously i hate buzzfeed and would never work at a place that has such a large hand in destroying serious journalism but i cannot deny that it would be literally the sweetest gig of all time. work in an office with a bunch of other hungover 29 year olds, screenshot posts made by 16 year olds on tumblr who are funnier and smarter than i am and call it an article complete with my own byline, and finish off my day by getting drunk on camera and being paid to do it. that’s the fucking life babey

#digital journalism

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netflix and alone

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lady big

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remember that “which she-ra character are you?” quiz noelle made before the show was announced? i found this buried in my drafts, and i remember trying to get every possible option because i thought it might provide some comical insight into how noelle thinks about each character, and i mean… it do.

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You know what I want? I want the Swan Queens, and the Supercorps. and the Faberrys...

I want those relationships that were never meant to happen but as the writing grew that relationship just makes sense. I want those relationships where the chemistry between the actors wasn’t planned but it’s so electric that the writers just can’t ignore it. 

I want the REAL slowburns, you know? the kind of slowburns that straight ships have all the time, the kind that last seasons until they even share a first kiss. The kind that had many thinking that Swan Queen would actually be endgame. The kind of slowburn that to a LGBT fan almost seems queerbaiting because it’s too good to be true if it actually ends up happening.

I want to fall in love with a ship, have it develop and even through all my fears that it will never be canon, because the network would never do that, the small glimmer of hope the writers throw in every now and then actually pay off in the end. 

I want all our endless readings of canon, all the subtext building up in canon actually turns into a reality.

That would be the ultimate shipper feeling because so far that has never happened for a gay ship. Not that I have watched at least.

We get maybe a character we headcanoned as gay coming out but she will be paired up  with a new character and not with the original character we shipped her with. We get planned ships that by the end of 1 season they are together. We don’t get the epic slowburns and we most definitely don’t get the “the story progressed naturally” narrative that writers talk about when they pair up a straight ship when it wasn’t originally planned.

I want to have all my hopes and dreams about a non canon ship to end up in a happy ending and not in disappointment.

Knowing that writers look at the chemistry between two same sex characters and think “you know what? that would actually really be a really amazing story to tell”.

I don’t want the “special” treatment we get which usually involves a coming out story and an arc of 1 season and that’s it.

I want to feel like… I don’t even know, honestly. I just want to not feel like our ship never had a chance just because it wasn’t straight.

I feel like when that happens, whether it’s in a few months from now or in 20 years, that will officially be the day where I start believing maybe we are finally being accepted as people and not as a niche plot line to introduce to the show to cross a check over “LGBT representation”.

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Scene copied from “Portrait of a Lady on Fire.” Thanks to @thorslonghair for introducing the film to me! I was gonna put them in period clothing too but changed my mind lol

I enjoyed POALOF a lot bec of the painting process scenes, and bec it’s French! I have a minor degree in French Studies but my listening skill is still horrible lol