#KARA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?

[happy74827]

So I haven’t watched the new boys episode yet, I’m currently working, but I saw a clip on tiktok and…

Spoilers ofc ↓

UHHHH?!? WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT FIRECRACKER AND HOMELANDER SCENE?!?

EXCUSE ME?!?

[kenvamp]

Uhm. Hello hermit nation🫣

[moeblob]

I love them! So much!

[hood-ex]

Reading older comics like I love this, this is so dumb 😭 and reading modern comics like I hate this, this is so dumb 😒.

[hypewinter]

Danny raises Superman au

So we all know that Superman touched down in Kansas and was adopted by the Kents and bla bla bla. But you know what state also has farms and is only like 600 miles away? Illinois.

So Danny is chilling in the countryside, enjoying his sweet, peaceful early retirement when an alien pod, that's a little a lot off course, suddenly crashes near his house. When he checks it out, there's a baby inside. Welp looks like he's a father now. No way is he risking the government getting their greedy little mits on this precious ray of sunshine.

Clark grows up with a father who teaches him early on how to control his powers and use them for good (They may or may not stop a robbery or two occasionally). He also gets two cool aunts. One is free spirited and always bringing him souvenirs from her travels. The other is very grounded and teaches him many techniques to deal with his conflicting emotions (his father is not happy when he uses said techniques on him).

Danny for his part is happy we his son develops a support system like he did. They can even actively help him beat up the villains! He's overjoyed at the man Clark becomes and even happier when he brings home an ace reporter who knows how shifty the government can be. He might be already saving up for their wedding but who can say?

[opioidbandit]

jus remembered I can make fanart of whoever I want

[uselesseaweedbrain]

Supercorptober - 12. Pine

Kara had had a really good day. She had lost a milk tooth - a canine, her parents had told her - and her parents had celebrated with her and bought her a cake and raved about how fast she was growing, and Kara was happy and peaceful when they kissed her goodnight.

But the next day, when Kara woke up, and headed to the kitchen, she found it unsurprisingly empty, save for Rosa, her parents’ maid. Rosa smiled at her gently as she informed her that her parents had left early in the morning on an urgent trip to Sydney.

Kara smiled back, but barely touched her breakfast cake, setting it back in the fridge, and hugging Rosa briefly before setting off to her favourite refuge - Rosa would know where to find her.

Third book of her borrowed pile in hand, she skipped over to the shade of a centenary pine tree and made to settle contentedly in her assigned spot, when-

Kara stopped dead in her tracks. 

There, against the darkened and scarred trunk, exactly in Kara’s usual spot, was a tiny dark-haired girl, face shielded by a curtain of raven hair and head buried in a book big enough to cover her small legs.

The girl hadn’t seemed to notice Kara’s examination, so Kara elected not to bother her with introductions, settling quietly opposite her on the other side of the trunk.

When Rosa came to get her, the raven-haired girl had long vanished, and Kara felt a strange sense of disappointment.

But Sydney was far, and Kara’s parents were busy, so Kara returned to the park the following day, and the day after, and the day after the day after, and- the girl would always be there, as if waiting for Kara to make an appearance.

It took almost a week for Kara to gather the courage to introduce herself. The sun had partly hidden behind the clouds, peeking out slightly from the cover as Kara approached anxiously, fidgeting with the hem of her Majorette T-shirt.

When Kara deemed herself close enough, she opened her mouth hesitantly, unsure of how to break the ice.

“Hi”,  she said at last.

No response.

Kara took a few steps closer, lightly grazing the girl’s shoulder in an attempt to catch her attention.

“Hi?”, Kara tried again.

The girl jumped in surprise, prompting Kara to apologise immediately.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, I-“

The girl raised her head slowly, and Kara’s rambling stopped abruptly.

The girl was young - so young, in fact, that had she not been reading War Horse, a book without any illustrations, Kara would have believed she was only looking at the pictures.

“I- you-“ 

The girl’s green eyes twinkled as she smiled shyly, rising from her seated position and brushing off strands of grass from her skirt.

“It’s fine. I was just surprised. I’m Lena.” 

She offered her hand in greeting, and Kara took it with a grin. 

“Nice to meet you, Lena. I’m Kara.”

That was all Kara learnt about Lena for quite a while; silence their welcome companion as the both of them spent hours back to back, then side by side, reading under the shade.

If Kara was intrigued by Lena’s fulgurant intelligence, she kept it to herself, and Lena was content to exist alongside her, occasionally exchanging book suggestions and literary impressions.

Time and familiarity loosened their tongues, book conversations leading to tidbits about their lives - about Lena’s single mother, her amazing soda bread, the smell of cooked breakfast when Lena woke up and the scented hugs when she came back from school (Kara knew Lena was four, hadn’t needed Lena to tell her that she had skipped a year already, if not two), and, in turn, about Kara’s parents, their overflowing love leaving her empty every time they took off again without warning or explanation.

Before either girl knew it, a year had passed. Kara had Rosa and Lena, Lena had her mom and Kara, and, for the both of them - that was more than enough.

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One day, Kara skipped to their tree in excitement, relishing the feeling of the sun on her skin and the promise of Lena’s company, and found the pine shade empty.

Days like that happened, rarely, but they did, so Kara swallowed her disappointment, and quietly read by herself for an hour before departing for home.

The second day, Kara sprinted to the tree as soon as the school bell sounded, eager to meet with her friend after her unexpected absence.

Lena wasn’t there that day either, and something cold twisted in Kara’s gut. Unwilling to jump to conclusions, Kara resolved to stop by Lena’s house the day after, persuaded that Lena would show (Lena always showed) and that she wouldn’t have to make the trip.

The day after was a Wednesday, so neither Kara nor Lena had school. 

Rosa was used to Kara almost waking her up on Wednesdays, planting a kiss on her cheek at the crack of dawn before rushing to her favourite tree. 

On that Wednesday, however, it was well after ten when Rosa found the simple breakfast she had made untouched on the table, Kara’s bedroom door resolutely closed.

Rosa knocked gently on the child’s door. “Kara? Are you awake? Do you need anything?”

Kara opened the door and walked back to her bed sluggishly, managing a weak smile in Rosa’s direction. 

“I’m fine, I’m sorry I worried you, Rosa.”

“But- why aren’t you at the park?”

“I- It’s just- the past two days, Lena wasn’t there, and I convinced myself it was nothing and she would be here today, but if she’s not-“

Rosa sat calmly on the right side of the bed, embracing Kara's shoulders in a side hug. 

“Look, cariña. I understand that you are worried, but two days are nothing, okay? Maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe Lena has been incredibly busy. Maybe she’s waiting for you under that tree as we speak, and you’re wasting time sitting on this bed with me.”

This drew a small chuckle from Kara.

“The point is, you will never know until you go, and if she’s not there, I will come check on her with you, okay?”

“You will?”

“Of course, cariña. I can come to the park with you, too, if you’d like?”

Kara nodded shyly before burying herself in Rosa’s arms, and soon enough they were both outside, Kara’s hand securely in Rosa’s and a renewed spring in her step.

As they drew closer, Kara’s grip on Rosa’s hand tightened. It was past eleven, the sun was high in the sky and the park was crawling with people, and yet- 

There was no one under the tree.

Kara felt her heart beat out of her chest and Rosa squeezed her hand understandingly, pulling Kara away from the pine and in the direction of Lena’s house.

The path to Lena’s mother humble cottage was a narrow, sinuous road that went through the woods and around a small lake, leading them to a simple wooden and brick house covered in decorative foliage and strings of lights, with a rocking chair on the porch and a welcoming doormat with the print of a dog.

At least, that had been Kara’s impression the previous times she had been around.

Because the house that she reached, hand in hand with Rosa, was surrounded in police tape, the vegetation around it trampled by multiple vehicles, the openings taped shut and the lights ominously off.

Crime scene. The tape read. Do not cross. 

Kara ignored them as she dropped Rosa’s hand, yelling Lena’s name and banging at the front door desperately when it refused to open. The porch lights shouldn’t have been off, they were never off, even when Elisabeth Walsh was out, and despite her neighbours’ jokes about electricity consumption. 

And Lena should have been home with her mother, or at the park with Kara, but she wasn’t, she wasn’t, and the police tape, and the trampled plants-

Kara was still banging on the door, her voice hoarse, when Rosa took her hand once again and gently guided her back to the city, explaining soothingly that they would visit the police station, understand what was happening, that it would be fine, that it would be OK.

They arrived at the police station, and waited, behind a woman worried about her missing cat, patiently and anxiously anticipating their turn.

Their turn came and Kara wished it hadn’t - Rosa, the adult, did all the talking, but Kara heard - accident, drowned, orphaned-

“Yes, the little Lena was adopted-“

“A rich American family-“

“A philanthropist, I heard, or a guilty lover-“

“She left on a plane this morning.”

And Kara crumbled.

She would have tried to find Lena, but the policeman hadn’t given up the adoptive family’s name, claiming they wanted to keep the whole thing under wraps and their identity confidential.

The internet did not exist, and phone calls on the other side of the ocean were expensive and pointless - she didn’t know Lena’s address, wasn’t sure anyone would answer even if she did.

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Years passed and the ache dulled and Kara grew into herself - making new friends at school and cherishing her parents and cultivating her relationship with Rosa.

She was happy, she thinks; until that, too, slipped between her fingers.

Kara was thirteen when it happened - she came home from the park, her back aching from the bench she’d finished her book on (the pine tree was for her and Lena, and she hadn’t enjoyed its shade since Lena had left).

Kara let herself in, removing her shoes at the door before heading down the corridor into the kitchen - her growth spurt left her feeling famished most of the time, and Rosa was an extraordinary cook from whom Kara stole food more often than not.

The kitchen was empty, Rosa nowhere to be seen, the pans untouched.

Kara frowned, spotted a light in the living room and headed there assuredly. 

“Rosa?” Kara called as she walked in. “Is everything ok?“

Rosa was sitting on the couch, opposite a policeman in uniform, who occupied Kara’s father’s armchair as if he belonged there.

“Kara,” Rosa breathed tiredly. “Come sit.”

Kara sat gingerly next to Rosa, awaiting the news like a sentenced prisoner.

“What is it, Rosa? Has something happened? Is it my parents?”

The policeman nodded gravely and Rosa squeezed her hand. 

“I’m afraid your parents died in an accident, Miss. The car they were assigned malfunctioned, so they climbed into another one, and- it was booby-trapped. There were no survivors, not even the driver. My deepest condolences.”

The information reached Kara, but it didn’t - she knew her parents’ job was dangerous, knew there was a risk - now was not the time to grieve, and Kara buried her pain and focused.

“What will happen to me? To Rosa?”

“This is part of what I came here to discuss. Miss Rosa will be paid for the remainder of the year, and will then be let go as per your parents instructions, with a generous severance package. As for you, Miss Kara - your parents have included an emergency contact in their will - someone they entrusted you with, should something happen to them. I have called him, and he should be arriving tomorrow morning. His name is Clark Kent. He lives in Metropolis, and he is your cousin.”

“Metropolis? In America?”

The policeman inclined his head. “Yes. Your parents have arranged for you to move with him to America. I know this is a big change, but everything here will be taken care of - the house here is in your name, and will officially become your property when you turn eighteen. In the meantime, they believed it better for you to stay with family.”

Kara scoffed - tears and rage swirling as they threatened to engulf her. “Rosa is my family. Ireland is my country. I don’t even know this cousin - I don’t want to go to America live with a stranger, I don’t- my life is here!”

The policeman’s lips thinned in sympathy, but he said nothing.

“Mr. Kent should arrive tomorrow morning - be sure to pack your belongings, your flight to Metropolis has been booked by the lawyers for next Wednesday, at 9:15. My condolences again, Ms. El. Ms. Rosa.”

He bowed his head and exited the house, as if the roof had not just fallen over Kara’s head, as if her world hadn’t just crumbled around her, the floor been pulled from under her feet.

Clark arrived the following morning, as foretold, and Kara hated him immediately, hated the pleasantries he offered, the attempts at empathising as a fellow orphan when he had been adopted as a baby - hated the condescension with which he explained that he couldn’t stay in Ireland, that he had a job, that he couldn’t uproot his entire life, and that it was better Kara come with him instead.

Kara did not have a choice, so she packed, and she went, and after a few days of living with Clark and meeting Lois, his fiancee, and maybe feeling the slightest bit at home, Clark dropped another bomb on her.

“Kara, I would like you to meet the Danvers. They’re a family of two parents and a single daughter, slightly older than you, and they’re willing to adopt- Lois and I- we’re not a family unit, we work too much, and I want you to have the same chance I had, to grow with two loving parents, and a stable home, not on the run with me chasing a story (Clark was a journalist, working at the Daily Planet, Kara knew, because Clark blabbed about it all the time). They are coming this afternoon, and- I hoped you would consider it.”

“Consider what?”

“That- uh- that, maybe, if you would want to live with them instead?”

And Kara wanted to yell, to make Clark ashamed of himself, to beg to go back to Ireland and be allowed to live with Rosa, but she was numb, and tired, and Clark didn’t want her, so-

“Ok. I’ll consider it.”

The Danvers were kind, welcoming, and accommodating. Their daughter, Alex, was not. 

Months passed with Alex giving Kara the cold shoulder, and Kara crying herself to sleep - and then Jeremiah died, a heart attack, they’d said, and Kara knew how to grieve and Alex didn’t.

So Kara had taught her.

Years passed and the pain dulled once again to a tolerable ache, Kara’s resentment for Clark tempered by Eliza’s gentleness and Alex’s precious - if sometimes annoying - sisterly presence.

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Investigative journalism was a pain, Kara thought. She knew Lionel Luthor was a snake, was certain of his involvement in weapons companies, had tracked his investments in the prison system and drawn a parallel timeline with disturbing coincidences of his company’s patents, had elaborated a sound working theory on the dangerous direction he was steering his company into - but all he had done was legal, and Kara couldn’t seem to catch him lacking.

The interview, at the top floor of Luthor Corp, overlooking the city from a golden tower, had gone as well as expected: cordial, without any substantial information, or any incriminating statement besides the cheeky references alluding to what Lionel undoubtedly knew of Kara’s work from his numerous sources.

All in all, a tiring, dangerous, bust.

Kara sighed to herself as she entered the park, dumplings in hand, and quietly enjoyed the sun on her favourite bench.

At least the sun and dumplings would never disappoint.

She rose after twenty minutes or so, stretching her tense muscles as she decided, for once, to indulge herself with a bit of reading under the shade of a majestic pine tree.

Kara is a dozen meters away when she notices somebody is already lying against the trunk, head buried in a book, long raven hair covering their face, and- unexplainably, Kara is overcome by a striking sense of déjà-vu.

“Lena,” she murmurs under her breath.

There’s no way it’s the same girl, no way that girl remembers her after decades apart, from when she was four years old, and definitely no way the woman heard her.

But the woman’s head lifts and sunshine catches in her emerald eyes and Kara’s breath hitches. 

“Lena?”

[eqt-95]

I'm here to bring fluff and happiness back with this ♥️

ok so get this: my phone showed your ask as a red heart. so here I was, typing away about deep-throating popsicles and fingering milkshakes when I opened your ask on my laptop and saw a... white heart?! absolute witchcraft!

and since now i don't know what's right-side up from upside down, i offer a mash up: ❤️+🤍 or 'first kiss / realization' + 'kiss at the wedding / milestone'

p.s. thanks for the fluff and happiness injection. i needed it

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Kara loved going to weddings. What wasn’t there to love? There were flowers, delicious foods, endless dancing, and, best of all, that excuse to confess your deepest feelings in front of friends and family to the love of your life. 

She’d watched her sister and Kelly share their vows, commit to each other, and look darn good while doing it. She danced with Nia and Brainy to Bye-Bye-Bye which was technically of Alex’s no-play list, but Nia bribed the DJ. She stuffed her face with cake alongside Esme who was stubbornly fighting off the sleepies. She even had the most amazing pep-talk slash hug slash reveal with Lena.

The very best kind.

The kind that left her warm and seen and cherished.

The kind that left her wanting that same feeling for forever. 

The kind that felt like a Red Sun: held and understood and home. 

So why did she feel so… heavy and twisted inside?

Stumped. She was stumped. She was also in a slump. Her lower lip was quite close to a grump. But how to overcome this hump?

She shook her head. Now was definitely not the time for Dr. Seuss rhymes. Though silently she argued there was always time for Dr. Seuss rhymes.

Serious Kara won out. So instead of rhymes she stewed. She stewed and brewed and searched for a clue(d) -

“What’s up homie?” Nia asked, sliding across the bench and tipsily colliding into Kara’s side. “You missed REO Speedwagon. Even J’onn gave it his all; might’ve thrown out his back though. Poor guy. I am parched.”

Kara bit her lip and scowled and really really wanted a rhyme scheme to get her through this. “You love Brainy, right?”

“Woa, left field there swinger,” Nia smirked. Her attention was on the array of glasses with colorful drinks littering the table behind them. “Sure do.”

Kara slouched and let her chin find the palm of her hand. “So how did-”

“You think this is sour raspberry?” Nia interrupted, a cup of bright blue liquid appearing under Kara’s nose. “Or tropical punch,” she said.

Kara sniffed the cup. “Tropical punch.”

“Bonus,” Nia exclaimed and took a long drag. “You were saying?”

“Um,” Kara began without an ounce of heroic chutzpah. “How did you know?”

The question made the ‘heavy’ feeling morph into butterflies. It did nothing for the twisting. In fact, it exacerbated the twisting. It wrangled around her heart and made her breaths shallow with nerves. Definitely no chutzpah.

“Easy: He’s my person. My ride or die. To infinity and beyond. The Clyde to my Bonnie.”

“Are you sure that’s who you want to compare-”

“Look, it doesn’t matter. They went out with a bang,” Nia scoffed. “But fine, point taken,” Nia conceded then pulled another deep swig. “He’s the Orpheus to my Persephone.”

“I think you mean Eurydice.”

“Sure.” Her lips were now a faint shade of blue.

“But also, didn’t Orpheus fail-?”

“He did no such thing!” Nia proclaimed with rather unfounded enthusiasm. Juice sloshed onto the grass. “He went to the depths of hell for the woman he loved. He descended through souls and ghouls and fools-”

Kara wondered if this was the rhyme she needed. Maybe it was, because it propelled her up and across the lawn and so focused was she that Nia’s parting words of ‘Go get her, champ!’ fell of deaf ears.

She stumbled over lawn darts and accidentally destroyed a life-size jenga game. She nearly walked straight through the barn wall and into a decorative trough. She walked straight past the cake without grabbing a slice. 

Kara Zor El was on a mission.

And that mission was less than ten feet away, laughing and radiating like the sun rose and shone only for her. Her nose scrunched as the smile spread wider when Kara approached. It faded only slightly when the palpable look of fear on Kara’s face was noticed.

“Kara? Is everything ok?” she asked, stepping away from the group and brushing a reassuring thumb over Kara’s arm.

They stepped more steps until the steps led them to crickets and tree frogs and only the white noise of people. And ever the Pulitzer winning wordsmith, these were the words that managed to trip out of her mouth:

“I want to be your Orpheus.”

Lena’s mouth parted and eyes narrowed. “You… what?”

“I want to… shoot, no I mean…”

“You want to trap me in hell?” Lena asked. And bless the straight face she was trying to keep, but between Kara’s fish mouthing and absolutely butchering of whatever heartfelt words she had hoped would appear out of thin air, Lena’s face was doing some serious gymnastics to keep from smirking.

“He didn’t fail! He… he…”

Straws. Those were the things Kara was grasping for. Humiliatingly limp, paper straws.

“I want to fight off souls and ghouls and fools for you. I want the chance. I want you and the world to know that you are the person I’d move heaven and hell for you, because you make me feel whole. You make me feel seen and wanted and loved and I just… I just want you. And I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to realize it but I-”

Lips.

Soft lips.

Soft lips and deep sighs and the flutter of long dark hair tickling her cheeks.

And then a sigh.

And then a ‘wowzers’.

And then a laugh.

And then again.

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ask game

[bisexualcherdegre]

D:BH Rarepairsweek 7 | @dbhrarepairs

Day 1 - North/Kara

[karaspal]

a super x a journalist ships, you will always be famous!

[dirty-droid]

So I played through some more dbh last night and woke up thinking, God, there is a good reason Markus and Kara, and their respective companions never got as popular as Connor and Hank. Literally The Bridge is surrounded by the most *do everything for absolutely no reason* chapters, and there's no comparison.

First the Kara chapter wastes your time, she barely gets any small talk in with Luther, then the car breaks down, then you're just doing tiny tasks, doing a shitty sum up of her story so far when Alice asks you to make one up- they could have done something interesting with that story but they chose not to, literally anything specific anything that would function as a parallel to their journey would have actually had some value. Then you barely start a conversation with Luther, where are you maybe get a hint of his personality before we're back to just talking about the plot and Alice, but then it's over again and you meet the Jerries and you learn almost nothing about them.

It is a chapter where you do nothing interesting, and you learn almost nothing about the main characters, for a downtime chapter, I expect character development and get barely a sneeze of it. There is so much room and so much time for you to really push and question your main characters but it just doesn't get used.

Honestly I think the protagonists all could have probably really benefited from the audience getting to hear their internal monologues if they weren't actually going to talk to their companion characters, but even that would just be a substitute for decent writing.

Either way, after that, we come back to Connor and Hank, who do almost no tasks in this chapter, *but spend the entire time TALKING.* They talk to each other in a constant volley back and forth for the entire length of the chapter and it's probably one of the best chapters in the game, it's certainly one of the most important in their story. You spend the entire bridge scene learning more about Hank and Connor's inner worlds, and how they think, and how they feel, you spend the whole chapter learning so much about their perspectives, this chapter is all about asking the hard questions about both of their individual characters, and the tension is high, it's a straightforward chapter to play, and it really fucking feels like your choices matter here, there will be immediate consequences, not just walking through your environment trying to find the right answer, or being dragged through an interaction. It's just plain good.

And then Markus infiltrates the Stratford Tower, and you get the most boring and useless and frustrating chapter in the game that doesn't seem to serve any purpose beyond looking cool. If Kara's last chapter was only to gain sympathy and create some soft and fuzzy feelings, this chapter is only about looking cinematic. This is probably my least favorite chapter in the game, honestly I've just gotten lost on that yellow ass office floor building too many times, even though I'm very familiar with the game now I still managed to get lost again last night.

I will admit that eventually it does become an opportunity to decide between pacifism and violence but that seems to be the only real development for Markus, and it wouldn't have been hard to make that kind of opportunity in another setting. Because we get next to nothing watching him get past the front desk, or from walking around that floor, just some outfit changes and pretending to be a machine and a little more Android hate in the background, Markus is almost completely silent yet again, there is almost no talking with North once she appears. We actually get more about North's personality here than Markus', she just feels like she has more lines somehow, because sometimes she just talks without it being connected to the plot and Markus never does.

This bit is more speculative, but my fiance and I were going off last night about whyyyy did they have to break into the tower? We're never given any reason for what the steps are and why they are important, just usually pretty important in these mission impossible type scenes, they're usually explaining in a voice-over why they are taking the steps that they are taking. But we get no explanation for why he needs to go to the 47th floor or whatever, No explanation for why he needs to change into a maintenance Android uniform, why North was in the stairwell, how Josh and Simon got in, it's all just handwaved, and whyyyyyy they couldn't have just?? Made a recording and then hacked the station's broadcast remotely and basically just posted the speech? I don't know, it's just a particularly frustrating chapter to play, personally, but it isn't strong.

Either way, you've got two chapters with next to no character development, that just have a lot of empty space and time where the characters could have been talking or could have been doing something else, but didn't because the vibes were more important, sandwiching a simple scene with ten pounds of character development and it just feels weird. And once I noticed it, it just made the Kara and Markus chapters look incredibly weak and poorly written... And conversely, make the Connor and Hank chapter look much, much stronger in comparison.

It's like Detroit become human almost needs it's own type of Bechdel Test, just to show how much they fail Markus and Kara. "Do they talk about something that isn't the plot?"

"Do Kara and Luther talk about something that isn't Alice or getting to Canada?" "Does Markus talk about anything besides his speech for this chapter?" "Does Alice talk at all beyond basic communication with Kara?" "Does Markus or his buddies talk about anything that's not the revolution or just Markus himself?"

... They don't pass a lot.

It's just hard to take these characters above simply *likeable* when they just, don't, ever, talk. There's little to no development for Markus or Kara, and because they've just become deviants, there's hardly any character establishment in the first place, they barely even get the chance to just be flat, because if they don't really know who they are, we don't really know who they are.

Connor and Hank's friendship is more functionally the main plot, more so than the deviant investigation, and for Markus and the team, and Kara with Alice, that's simply just not the case, there is hardly any relationship, they're just in the same boat. This is why Connor got astronomically more popular, and why he and Hank have the staying power that they do.

Markus and Kara just don't ever talk, and Connor does. And I'm fucking mad about it. The amount of time that was just wasted in their stories, I could probably take a damn stopwatch to all the moments where there could have been a little something-something, and nothing was put there. It's not to say Connor doesn't get some quiet moments too but he always gets the chance to make up for it.

Even at the beginning of the Stratford Tower chapter, I noticed that they could have had Simon and North talking about something maybe unrelated when Markus walks up, but there's nothing, only silence until Markus comes in with a plan. And of course we know about every time Luther tries to bring up the fact that Alice is an android, only to be shut down and walked away from. It fucking kills me how much time Mark is has the focus of the camera but it's only so he could look cool for a minute, and share no thoughts of his own, none of his new feelings, everything is only implied and then followed by the action where he is only allowed to be the leader of the revolution and never just Markus. There's a tragedy in that, but they could have driven it home harder by *pointing that out.*

[obliviouskara]

its kind of beautiful to watch two friends slowly inevitably fall in love with each other like you get to witness when they first met, exchanging shy glances to being attached from the hip, then you notice how compatible they are and that even though they've only known each other for awhile its like they've known each other from another lifetime and you get to see it. they finish each others sentences and like the same things. find the same things funny that most people dont. you witness the shift from being friends to something more. from shy glances to smirking secretly at shared secrets. to sharing special moments when its just them. from brushing each others shoulders to holding hands. warm embraces and back hugs. but as beautiful as it is, its also painful to see them dance around each other. no one wants to make the first move, both afraid to burse the bubble they've made for themselves. denial seems safer even though they both blush at the idea of being mistaken as a couple. both satisfied on the what ifs and could have been instead of taking the first step and you just sit there and watch them break each others heart bc they would rather break their own heart than lose the other. its stupid but also painful but also really beautiful and i just cant.

[flowerakatsuka]

SNIFFING DAT MAN GOALS HAVE FINALLY BEEN ACHIEVED, ( excuse winter date kara staring into your soul. )

[toastedclownery]

I have. A lot of ideas for this au

[slozhnos]

i think the most heartbreaking moment in childish things is winn and kara’s conversation at the docks bc like “no, you don’t really need me.” bit hurts me so much every time

[bisupergirl]

"hero worship" she does not give a fuck about that man leave her alone !!!