#Kara is precious and not to be harmed

[fazedlight]

Hero (Kara character study. Angsty but gets better.)

I can save this world.

Kara looked herself over in the mirror, her chest puffing in silent pride at the symbol that lay across it. I am the last daughter of the House of El, she thought to herself. I am the last daughter of Krypton, and no one will ever forget it.

Her mind drifted to watching her cousin’s feats from her living room. Collapsed bridges, raging floods, villains - human and alien alike - who sought to cause harm. How he stood in the way, the El family crest on his chest, cape snapping in the wind. 

She couldn’t save her world, but she could save this one. She could make herself worthy of the House of El.

I can save this world.

She could still hear the screams from across the city, from the child she couldn’t get to on time. The fire had spread so rapidly that the mere minute it took for her to come up with an excuse and run away had cost a child his life. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, but there were others in the building she could still save.

She thought of asking Kal how he handled it, the loss of a single precious life that might still have been here had she been just a little better, just a little faster. But maybe he didn’t really deal with that - maybe she was just the failure he wasn’t. She had failed to be there for him, after all.

Then the news of her father’s involvement in Medusa came to light, and Kara stopped knowing how to feel about the sigil on her chest.

I can’t save this world.

It was the last conscious thought she had, as Reign’s hand loosened. She remembered starting to fall, but she couldn’t remember landing.

She was trapped - trapped in her own mind, away from everyone. Unable to escape. But she wasn’t damaged. She was stuck because… she was afraid? Because she was a failure. Because Reign represented everything she couldn’t be. How could she try to save the world, when destruction was so much easier than creation?

I can’t save this world.

What is it the man had said? “They’re not like you. You’re a superhero.” As though her cape made her any less a refugee who came here for safety, a child sent across skies to protect and be protected.

How does one fight a villain that lives in everyone’s soul, a piece of darkness and fear that turns outward with suspicion and hatred towards those that are different? Even if she was a shining example of the best of her kind, she would simply be discounted. “You’re one of the good ones,” they would tell her. Because hate was easy when there was fear.

I can save her.

Kara’s chest fluttered in panic as Lena held Myriad in her hand. It had been too easy, how quickly their relationship had recovered from Kara’s own cruelty. She never wanted the other shoe to drop. She hid, she always hid, hiding would always be easier than acknowledging the possibility of loss.

She thought she had lost enough in her life, but as the kryptonite encased her in the last remnant of her home, she could only feel a new type of regret.

I can’t save her.

Kara’s fists clenched as she stared down Lena on the balcony. You act like a villain, I’ll treat you like one, she thought to herself, hating herself every moment. She knew the torn woman in front of her was an adversary she had created. But she had tried, Rao, she had tried to do the right thing.

She didn’t know how she could live with the string of failure that had followed her ever since she had picked up the cape. But at the same time, she knew there came a point where - whatever she had created - she still needed to do what was right. 

Even if it meant giving up any hope of being with the woman she loved.

I can’t even save myself.

She could still feel the softness of Lena’s hand in her own when they reconciled. There was still so much they needed to talk about in the aftermath, something else she needed to confess. The bridge was there for them to cross, once it was all over.

But then the only option became to risk her own life. Her soul tore at Lena’s longing gaze when she left the Fortress, and Kara wondered if they would ever get the chance.

It was a twisted comfort, knowing that Lena cared, even in the midst of their fallout, even as Kara faced her eternity in the Phantom Zone.

They saved me.

Kara broke down sobbing when Alex shoved her under the sunlamp, feeling the painful tingling of her cells remembering how to process sunlight. Everything screamed at her - the thundering sound of the light breeze outside, and choking scent of motor oil from the passing cars, and the hammering of all her friends’ heartbeats from the Tower’s mainroom.

Her body screamed like she was 13 again, panic and joy overwhelming her, because the pain wasn’t tied to the loss like it was all those years ago. It was a second chance, with everyone she loved.

We can save the world. 

There was this exhilaration to being back, to seeing the blue oceans and red sunrises and green grass. Maybe it’s easy to get carried away, when you can forget what made everything so hard.

Her father was going to save this world from its own destruction. She was going to absorb the sun. It was easy to seek easy solutions for everything, only for it to solve nothing at all.

We can save the world, sometimes.

It felt so odd to smile and cry, as Lena pulled her into her arms. Kara’s mind jumped from seeing her sister so happy with Kelly as they danced, to the words that were missing. The words Kara needed to say to her best friend.

She knew in the night - once they were out of their wedding clothes and in their pajamas, curled up on Lena’s couch - the words would finally tumble out.

But as Lena stood in front of her, reminding her that the world wasn’t on her shoulders alone, Kara took the moment to pause. She thought of her old cape, torn up and folded neatly in her closet at home. The day she put it on, she never thought she’d need more than feats of strength to save the world.

But how could strength defeat masses manipulated into bigotry? How could strength defeat magic? How could strength defeat the best friend she had betrayed? She wasn’t here through strength alone, but through connection, and truth. As Lena reminded her, the only salve against the darkness was in standing together.

We can save each other.

A small smile crossed Kara’s face, as she watched Lena snooze next to her in the morning light, hearing her voice from the day before. “You can’t always be our savior, Kara. You shine your light and inspire others to shine theirs.” She could never save everyone. No one could. But that’s not what hope was about, as much as cynicism said otherwise. 

As Kara reached up to brush hair away from Lena’s face, she remembered the lyrical sound of her family motto falling from Lena’s lips. With each person who stood next to another, the spark grew. Perhaps they could someday create enough light.

Kara lowered her head, placing her forehead against Lena’s as she slept. As Kara listened to Lena's peaceful heartbeats and calm breaths, she found herself praying to Rao. Thank you for this spark.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Many many ideas ago, I had an idea I started writing but never posted, and now I have no idea where I was planning to take it, but BASICALLY.

Before Kara's confession of her identity, but after Lex tells Lena the truth, Lena is still in the processing period where she's trying to work out how she feels about it, besides the overwhelming hurt.

When she's abducted for several days, Lena's not totally concerned. Now knowing who Kara is, Lena knows she's going to be Supergirl. It's only a matter of when.

Even so, several days being bound to a chair would wear down anyone. She's been treated relatively well, all things considered, but that doesn't mean she isn't exhausted, and generally just done by the time Supergirl shows up and frees her.

Kara, of course, is beside herself with worry, and frets over Lena. Are you harmed, did they hurt you, do you need medical attention...

"I'm fine," Lena says curtly.

But Kara doesn't let up, and Lena just snaps.

"Please, Kara, just take me home."

Supergirl finally relents, and it kills Lena when her arms open to bring her close, as though flying her home were the most natural thing in the world.

Then it clicks.

Supergirl's freezes for the faintest of heartbeats, before her eyes go wide with horror. But as she opens her mouth to speak, Lena just can't.

"Please. I'm tired. I just want to go home."

Lena can see the conflict in Kara's eyes, mingling with the same heartbreak that Lena's been struggling with for months.

Because that's the true cruelty of Lex's reveal, isn't it, Lena muses.

It's not just that he revealed Kara for a fraud-- it's that he stole Kara's chance to confess it herself.

Something that could have been so precious, so intimate, gone with a snap of his fingers.

In the end, Kara silently gathers Lena up and delivers her to the balcony of Lena's apartment. Only then, once Lena is safely out of her arms and standing on her own two feet does Kara try again to speak.

"Lena, I--"

The snick of Lena's balcony door sliding shut behind her mutes whatever Kara is about to say. Lena moves towards the bathroom, ready for a long shower.

She shuts the living room lights off behind her, and doesn't give the balcony so much as a second glance.

[skyguyslittleproblem]

venting under the line, trigger warning for eating disorder, self-harm, sexual assault and suicide attempts.

I don't talk about being fifteen often. Maybe I should, to let it all out and all that jazz, but it's hard. It's hard remembering everything that had happened, trying to piece together all the memories I purposefully blocked out and figure out who exactly was at fault, so I think I need to start at the beginning.

My biggest nightmare, the person that will never stop haunting me, someone I considered my best friend and the love of my life, who I will refer to as V. We met at summer camp, I was 12, he was 14. We both hated each other's guts, he was one of the weirdest dudes I have ever met and I also thought he was pretty ugly. I skipped summer camp the next year, as did he. But the year after that, when I was 14 and he was 16 and when I saw him again, after two years, I developed the biggest crush ever. He grew his hair out and got really tall, he was dorky and quite awfully dreamy in my eyes. He didn't speak much to me, but I treassured every word that was addressed to me. He had this deep voice now, unlike the screachy sound he made two years prior. And the guitar, the way he held it like it was the most precious thing in the world, the way his fingers could produce the most beautiful sound. This is going to sound really silly, but he played Kara's theme, the one from Detroit: Become Human, my favourite game since the first moment I saw it, and I was sold. Everything about him was dreamy in my eyes. He didn't really care about me though. The camp ended, but my hopes weren't crushed yet.

I turned 15 in September and he 17. Our birthdays are four days apart. My best friend from camp, the girl he was actually into, had a boyfriend at the time. So she, we'll call her T, helped me out and steered him in my direction. We talked, but he still wasn't interested, he was only talking to me to make T happy. But as time went on, we got closer. He helped me pick out a guitar in October and taught me the basics. In November, we hung out properly for the first time. And it was nice, I think that was the moment he started thinking I'm not all that bad sometimes. I've had insomnia ever since I could remember and the only thing that would help me, was someone reading stories to me, so he called me every night and read until I fell asleep. I was so happy. In December, he came out to me as bi, me being the only queer person he knew. I told him I knew for at least two months.

31st of December 2020 will forever be engraved in my memory. V stopped replying to my messages and a few days earlier, he told me his mental health wasn't great. He was first diagnosed with depression when he was around 12. Mine wasn't great either, but at least we could lean on each other. I was scared, we were both hurting ourselves at that point, and what if he went too deep? What if something happened? I called him and he picked up. He was sobbing and I couldn't understand him a word, but he was alive. Later he told me I had saved him back then. That he wanted to kill himself that day and if I hadn't called, he probably would.

I had a lot of problems, I still do. My eating disorder, which I had since I was 11 (thanks mum), was beating my ass, I was cutting myself every other day and I thought about dying way too much. He made me go to the school counsellor. It was the 6th of January, I was listening to OK Computer by Radiohead, Electioneering was playing when I stepped off the bus and snow was everywhere. I'm pretty sure I still have the photo I took at that moment. The meeting was shit. I talked about how my parents put me down, how they make comments about my body, always yell about my bad marks, but never mention the good ones, how they laugh at me. That it's been like that for ages. The counsellor told me that I should go for a walk sometimes or read a book, because she called my class teacher and he said my marks were good, so obviously my issues weren't that bad. I convinced her to help me and so she told me, she could probably get me a therapist. I asked if she could perhaps not call my parents and she said she wouldn't. She did, they were at the school for at least two hours and then they came home and yelled at me for hours.

The therapist was an idiot. Told me I should do yoga and sit up straight. When I told him I had issues with food, because of my parents, he told me I should cook for them. I never went back.

We got together on 15th of January 2021. He told me he loved me that day, on a bench in a park. I wasn't sure if I loved him too just yet. I was never in love before, how was I supposed to know? But I said it back anyway. I didn't want him to leave me. He kissed me and I liked it. Few days later, when we hung out inside for the first time, we made out. He started touching me and when I said I didn't want to do that just yet, he said he respected that. After that, he touched me again. I let it happen that time, I didn't know how to say no.

I didn't learn how to say no for a long time. When I did, he told me he needed sex and I let him happen again. Every time I said no, he convinced me. Sometimes I cried. I didn't know why, I didn't realise I didn't want it, because I did for him. The crying only stopped him sometimes, sometimes he would just ignore it and do his thing. He wasn't the first person, who touched me like that without my consent, but I didn't realize that it wasn't okay, not until I was seventeen.

He had to go to a mental hospital in spring. He called me every day, crying that he didn't want to be there. I just cried because I had no idea what to do. I wasn't eating, I wasn't sleeping, I wasn't paying attention in school, I wanted him to go home. With every call I begged him to go home, he was hurting himself even in the hospital and sending me photos and I was so lost. I didn't know how to deal with everything, I was fucking fifteen. He was the older one, yet I was the one, who felt like his mother. He returned after two weeks, it just made things worse. It was the worst two weeks of my life.

I grew attached after that, I didn't want to be without him. I'd make a scene every time he went away for longer than a night and couldn't call me. He went on a trip for a few days, he couldn't have his phone on him. I threw a tantrum. I threatened him, said I would hurt myself if he went. He said he'd call my parents and tell them. I just cried after that and he went on the trip. I made the trip terrible for him. This happened many times, sometimes he'd leave the place he was to come to me and comfort me, sometimes he didn't and I got so angry I ingored him, leaving him in worry. He never knew if I did something to myself, if I was even alive.

He threw tantrums too. We lived around thirty minutes from each other if I took the bus, an hour if I went by train. Sometimes he'd text me, saying he was feeling like shit, asking if I could come over. Sometimes I was in the middle of something, once it was baking. He blocked me or just didn't reply, I can't remember, but there were cookies in the oven and I had to wait for them to finish baking before I could catch the bus. I remember running to his house, sick with worry that he had tried to kill himself again. He didn't that day, but this situation happened once a week.

We were slowly breaking each other. For a year and a half, this is all we did. The same scenarios over and over again. I had a temper and he did a lot of stupid childish things. It was always the same; he would fuck something up and I would yell at him for being stupid.

I started planning to break up with him in the summer of 2022. A mutual friend warned me, said his dad was like V - his parents divorced earlier that year - told me to get out while I still could. I started opening up my eyes that day.

I planned the break up for weeks. His parents were gone for a week, so I moved in for the week. When he was sleeping, I hid everything sharp and all the alcohol in his room. I let his closest friends know, which day I'd do it, so that they could come over and be with him.

I let him know, gently, that I wanted to break up. He cried for hours and I held him. When he stopped crying, his friends came and I left for the evening. Somehow his mother found out and yelled at me for two whole minutes, how dare I do that to her. She was yelling at a sixteen-year-old. I hung up and cried, before eventually returning to his house. I think he was drunk, I stayed for the rest of the week, until his parents returned. We were broken up, but still together at least once a week for another half a year. I cut him off after that.

Many things happened, that I can't remember clearly enough to write about. I know I tried to kill myself a few times by getting drunk, eating pills and falling asleep on my back. I don't remember how many times or when I did that.

I know he was possessive after we broke up, texting me where I was and who was I with all the time. I know other things happened, bbut I can't remember what exactly.

I don't remember so many things, it haunts me sometimes.

I don't know if I was a bad person or if I was just a kid and I don't think I ever will.

[transpidergwen]

highkey forgot to keep up with this but let's see what I can remember from the last 10 days.

Episode 8: Sine Qua Non

the culprit: "I can't live without her."

Episode 9: The Hub

the culprit: the attack on the Hub the other culprit: Roslin's vision of Adama by her deathbed, putting his ring on her finger. their accomplice: Adama seeing the baseship jump in, and his reunion with Roslin.

Episode 11: Sometimes A Great Notion

the culprit: Lee and Bill in the morgue: "Why did she do it?" "I don't frakking know!" followed up by: "What did you do?"

Episode 17: Someone to Watch Over Me

the culprit: Kara playing the piano with her father

Episode 18: Islanded in a Stream of Stars

the culprit: Adama's breakdown in his quarters when he realizes the Galactica really is dying, and so is Roslin.

Episode 19-21: Daybreak

the culprits (there are many here among us):

Roslin crossing the line, choosing to spend the precious hours she has left helping in whatever way she can. Caprica Six telling Baltar she always wanted to be proud of him, and their kiss. The two people most directly responsible the near extinction of humanity, yet even through that act they still fell in love, and remained in love, after everything. Their love ended the world, and their love saves it. Now it's rather pointless to single out any one moment after this that made me cry because it's pretty much constant for the next hour, but we're gonna go through them anyway because I love this finale and it reaches some of the most intensely emotional moments I've ever seen. So! The opera house sequence. The frak when your destiny comes true. The frak when your destiny was to help a scared child in a moment of terror, to comfort her and protect her and guide her to safety in the middle of a war. The frak when you lived a selfish and self centered life but you were in the right place at the right time, and you performed one selfless act in the moment when it mattered most. The frak when you seduced a man to annihilate his people, but fell in love with him anyway, and then the two of you assured the survival of both your people. The frak when the first thing we saw Caprica do was kill an infant child to spare it from the destruction to come at the hands of the "children of humanity," and then over the course of her journey she came to realize that she was wrong, that children are the only hope for the future, and then she picks up a scared little girl and keeps her safe from the Cylons that would do her harm and saves humanity's future. Starbuck inputting the coordinates. The frak when your destiny comes true, part two! The frak when everything you went through was leading you to this moment. The frak when you find humanity's new home. Kara saying goodbye to Sam. The frak when he crossed the universe to find you. The frak when you were the hardest person to love because you kept on hurting him and he loved you anyway, and now he'll see you on the other side. Adama flying the last Viper off the Galactica. The ship that kept you and the human race alive for five years. The ship that you called home, where you fell in love, where you lost so many people. The ship that gave you everything she had, and now she gets to rest too. Tyrol's goodbye. Sometimes the journey just breaks you. The Adama family goodbye. The Adama family theme playing over Bill and Kara's hug because she's his daughter. Lee and Kara watching their parents fly away knowing they'll never see them again. Roslin's hand on the window, saying thank you, and goodbye. Kara disappearing. The frak when you're a warrior and the war is over and your people finally have peace, but you can't stay with them because you always needed a fight and now the fight is over, and it feels good. The frak when you brought the cat in, and now you can rest. She won't be forgotten. Roslin's death. Obviously. She lost everything before the fall. She was dying. She was tasked with ensuring the survival of her species and she did it. She even found love along the way. It didn't stop her from dying but it mattered. Love always matters. It gave her and Adama the strength to keep leading their people on. It brought them to this beautiful planet. She gets to walk on the grass, smell the fresh air, feel the sun on her face, and see a world with so much life where her people will be safe and humanity will live on. She doesn't get to stay, but she made it. They all did. Helo, Athena and Hera. They live happily ever after. Hera is smiling, despite everything she just went through she has two parents that love her and that's all that matters. All of that deception and killing and everything done in her name, in the end all that matters is that this child is alive and happy and loved.

Anyway, perfect finale.

We're gonna keep a running tally of how many times I cry getting through battlestar season four.

Episode 2: Six of One

the culprit: Lee’s departure ceremony

Episode 6: Faith

the culprit: Anders taking hand of the dying Eight

the other culprit: Roslin on the ferry, seeing her family across the river

[space-blue]

The 9th Jedi gif set - Part II

[john-barkston]

my twitter feed is filled with this one artist who is doing connor and hank art/comics and i am living for this precious father/son relationship help meeeee

[theramenbandit]

Supercorptober Day 1: Happy

Training to control her powers is not easy.

Training with Kara to control her powers is, well...

“Go on, hit me.”

This beautiful idiot claims that she is indestructible, and so volunteers to hold a teacup in her hands for Lena to shoot some bolts at, in an effort to “minimise damage”.

Honestly.

They’d graduated from levitation to shield generation fairly quickly, and now it was time to learn some offensive moves.

“Please stop being ridiculous.” Lena pleads.

“Come on, what's the worst that could happen?” Kara says, smiling like a happy puppy. She’s clearly excited about… something.

“Kara,” Lena tries to reason with her. “I could hurt you.”

Kara’s smile fades into something softer, and blue eyes lock on to hers. Confident. Trusting. Reassuring. “You won't.”

There are a precious few things that will get Lena Luthor to do anything against her better judgment. Kara Danvers is one of them.

She stands a fair distance away, marks her target, and begins the process of summoning the energy to her open hand. She breathes in deep, waits for the right moment, and flings the energy towards the teacup in Kara’s hands.

But the blast goes wide, ricochets off the wall, and then flies straight at Kara’s head.

What happens next is a blur of blue and green. 

Lena acts on instinct, creating a shield just in time to absorb the bolt, quickly following it with a floating spell to move Kara out of harm’s way.

Adrenaline is surging through her, and she’s vaguely aware of where she is and what she’s doing. But she’s sure of one thing: she feels powerful in a way that she never has before. A split second passes, or maybe it was an hour, Lena can’t be certain. She sees Kara beaming at her from inside the sphere. The blonde’s lips are moving, but she can’t make out what she’s saying. When sound comes flooding back to her ears, she thinks she can hear Kara say something like “Lena, you’re doing it!” Then in the next moment, as though waking up from a trance, her concentration breaks and she loses her grip.

The sphere of energy bursts and Kara falls with a graceless “wha!” to the floor.

“Kara! Kara are you okay?” She rushes to the blonde, fully prepared for an emergency but—

Kara is laughing. Here Lena is, on her knees, more than moderately freaked out, and Kara's laughing. She’s lying spread-eagled on her back, but clearly unhurt, and Lena heaves a sigh of relief. Kara angles her neck backwards so she’s looking at Lena upside down. “See? Told you i’d be fine.”

A once-over in the medbay (on Lena’s insistence) reveals nothing out of the ordinary, and Lena finally relaxes. (Although it should’ve been obvious that Kara was fine when she wouldn’t stop telling everyone how awesome it was to be encased in a giant magical ball.)

-

“A donut seems appropriate,” Kara offers as she settles down next to her on the floor. “How are you feeling?”

Their little “practice session” took a lot out of her, but she’s elated about today’s progress. “A bit tired, but I’ll be alright.” Lena replies softly, taking the pastry. “That was dangerous, Kara. Don’t ever make me do that ever again.”

“Sorry about that. I was just... excited to see you do amazing things with your gift.” 

Lena scoffs, though not unkindly. “Wish i had you when i was growing up.” How is this big dummy so good at making her feel like she’s important? Like she’s precious? Like she’s loved?

“Hm, don’t know about that,” Kara smiles. “But you have me now. And I am proud of you.” She reaches across Lena’s shoulder and pulls her in for a hug. “All of you.”

“Thanks,” Lena can only squeak, teary-eyed into Kara’s shoulder. 

Kara drops a kiss on the top of her head. “Always.” 

Lena only has three more seconds before Kara disengages from the hug with a gasp, eyes wide and expectant. “Do you think you can multiply these chocolate sprinkles?”

[hidden-world-if]

What are the ROs reaction to getting random gifts like shiny rocks, sketch’s, etc from the MC? This totally isn’t a heavy self insert bc my love language is giving gifts.

Aster/Astrid: They wouldn’t understand it at first but they’d definitely appreciate it. You’d notice that some of the gifts were proudly displayed in their room, on their person, or somewhere they can easily see it. They’d definitely try to find something the MC likes to gift back. As they’re one to always show thanks in whatever way they can; usually with the same action that they’re saying thank you for.

Frey/Freya: Would be really shy about it but they’d gift the MC a poem in return. As they’re much better with written word than they are spoken. They just hope that they’re thankfulness truly shows within it. They’d also stumble through a heartfelt thanks as they try to navigate through their feelings.

Erik/Erika: Has been around traders for their entire life but they’d never think of giving up the presents you’ve given them. As they’re now more precious than gold or silver. Gems and various other things holding no contest with your gifts. So you’d definitely see them trying to figure out what to give you in return.

Kol/Kara: Their eyes would soften immediately when they found out it was you. Taking great care to put their gifts/trinkets in a safe place for it to not get harmed. You’d definitely notice the slight smile they offer you whenever they see you now. Something that means a lot coming from them.

Espen: They wouldn’t react outwardly at first. To the point where you might think that they don’t really care about the gifts at all. Only to later find out that whenever they’re pranks go off your house, and the areas you frequent, have been left out of the crossfire. As they don’t want to possibly hurt a place that means so much to you.

[silversoulforevergold]

Fuck Marry Kill - Kara, Lena, and Alex

WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU MAKE ME ANSWER THIS 😭😭😭

I know I’m about to get clowned on so hard but I would HAVE to say

Fuck Alex

Marry Kara

And then TAKE LENA TO A SAFE AND HAPPY PLACE TO LIVE OUT HER DAYS because I will NOT be harming this precious baby you MONSTER 🥺��

[supercorp-hosie]

My thoughts for legacies 3x13: I’ll try to put the point chronologically

1. When Kaleb blew the candle, I’m so confused because the first thing that comes to my head is: he’s blowing that because is daytime, but why put it so far from Cleo? Why use a candle when you have electricity? And apparently I’m a fool, because that’s how the confinement spell works duh! I only recalled that when Alaric blew it in the end. I’m so dumb lol.

2. I love that Kaleb is the first to seek Cleo out, wanted answers and ready to accept them. When he tries to comfort Cleo in her memories, that’s me too! But apparently being the badass she is, she immediately come up with the idea of replacing her grandma to go with Malivore.

3. Poor Cleo! My heart sores when it started with a little girl, just like with Finch. She’s a hero! She’s so brave! She’s a queen! And weirdly she likes frogs(or toads?) very much. I wonder why. And although she tried to kill Hope last episode, I never see her as a villain. Never for a second. Instead I’m impressed. Tbh I didn’t understand why she is always playing with clay/mud since the beginning of this episode. But after her backstory, I just feel sad and proud at the same time. Sad because it’s shaped from her painful time of enslavement. Proud because she’s using the thing she learned from it against Malivore as her weapon despite the painfulness. I remember she talked about her sister dying, but nothing about that occurs in the memories. Did she lie before or it’s just another thing that the writers forgot?

4. ‘Jonch’ is horrible! I prefer Finsie as the ship name. Why is their moment always so cringy? I get this second embarrassment from them a lot, mostly from Josie tho. I always felt there’s something lacking in Finsie, just like what I felt when Handon started it’s kind of sudden. Maybe because of my perception, I really didn’t know why Josie think Finch is hot. I have to learn how to appreciate her beauty. But goof news, I actually appreciated Finsie first kiss, because I see why they haven’t kiss before, and why they finally kiss. It’s cute and the sparkling, haha. Tbh I start to appreciate Finch’s beauty from the kissing scene angle. But this episode, again, I still feel cringy in most of the Finsie scenes. I have to put my palm on my head. Anyway, I enjoy the “girlfriend” scene tho, like Finsie starting to grow on me(again, the first time is their first kiss, hopefully no more cringy afterwards). It’s really good to see Josie happy. Btw, since Finch decided to enrol, will she be the new alpha now that she defeated Jed? That’s good for her, she finally has a pack and no longer lonely.

5. Along with Finsie scenes, does anyone realise there’s actually other students there? And there are actually other witches at the school?? I remembered that there’s like only four witches? Because Josie was the only witch at the school when Berbelang!Hope happened? Annnndddd! To that! Does anyone remember there’s this girl Gaby/Gabby? She’s also a witch, and she loves dnd like Wade? They can’t tease us with Penelope using her then just let her disappear?

6. Oh great there’s actually other wolves at the school. I’m starting to think Jed is the only wolf left (of course there’s Hope, but she’s tribrid). As much as I enjoy Finch being badass that she can stand beside Josie, I felt so sorry for Jed and his actor. He’s been there for 3 seasons and yet Finch get a backstory before him. He has none! The actor is great, look at the siren episode! He hardly gets any decent lines and scenes now. Instead, they make him looked useless, hard to be respectable. Like anyone can just harm his alpha reputation. Justice for Jed please. Oh and the fact that Finch got a backstory before Kaleb too? It’s unacceptable. They deserve more. Jed doesn’t even have a last name, my god! Anyway that doesn’t change the fact that I want to hug baby Finch so much bc she’s adorable!

7. With MG gone, Kaleb looks like the only vampire left in the school. I miss MG. What about Ethan?

8. Josie and Cleo finally met! I’m glad that she’s learned something from her too. I think it’s true that other kids never felt as easy as Josie at the school. They finally addressed it.

9. I’m frustrated that Hope never wanted answers from Cleo. The only friend that helped her grieve. But hey maybe she’s too hurt to be able to bear Cleo in her sight. But then again there’s the Landon problem, so she’s off with Landon again. Only taking to Landon the whole episode, being the only one that only talk to one person in the whole episode. Feel bad for her about this. Poor Hope.

10. I really feel bad for Landon, because there’s a lot of hardships to make him like that. Someone please give him hugs and a therapist. The show is doing a full cycle by stating what he’d done is just like what Hope did when she returned from Malivore. I understand why he kept himself away, but weirdly, the way the let those words out, it feels like he wants to get back at Hope when I think he wanted Hope’s understanding. Maybe he wanted both?

12. Someone told me that every 13th episode is the episode where Landon’s power are explored. I kind of agree with it now. Because he’s finally having the fighting skills that he’s longing now. Finally he can achieve his desires to physically fight alongside Hope. For what though, I don’t know, because in the case of supercorp, Lena never needed it physically to be Supergirl’s partner in saving the world, or of course to protect Kara. Glad for him, anyway, bc that’s what’s he wants. And the blow to the head? It’s awesome.

11. I can’t believe Landon is blaming Hope for not coming to save him sooner?! What the hell? What happened to “I’m going to be the one that always fight to find Hope”, idk whether I quoted it precisely, but the meaning is there. I am furious. Is this some sick drama that the show wants Landon to think that Hope was not coming to him because she had a perfect version of him?? That aside, when I see that Handon is going to fight together physically, I actually think the scene is good and they will overcome the blaming thing, and going to be a power couple. Just when I have that thought, Landon have to fucking throw the artifact towards Malivore(whether it is Malivore I’ll discuss afterwards, it’s contradictory)!! That’s such a stupid move! Where’s your brain? And it’s broken, oh god. And the show have to show Hope being so weak during the fight. I mean why? She’s a badass, why do they have to make her weak to glorify Landon?? They made her look useless. These things just really kill the budding Handon spirit in me. The show really knows how to make people resent Handon and Landon. Just please change the show name.

12. Anyway to be fair, Landon do care for Hope and do love her. Before, though I don’t think they are endgame quality, I think that if they do improve, Handon endgame is tolerable, acceptable. But now, I’m not so sure of that anymore. Other than the above mentioned points, Landon did leave Hope for a solid third time. Why the show have to establish that for Handon when their fans desperately defended Landon that he wasn’t always leaving. I mean I’ve seen Handon shippers fought really hard against the “Landon is always leaving Hope” argument. What a way to make a couple being endgame. In Chinese proverbs, there’s a thing for a third time. Like the three strikes law, I think? It says not to do anything or tolerate anything undesirable that has happened more than three times. So please do not make Handon together ever again. It’s an insult to Hope too.

13. To see it differently, poor Hope will finally have time out of Landon to think of herself and her future. We need to see her having her own storyline. So maybe we can see Hosie eventually? Sorry Finsie for anticipating your break up in the future. But please enjoy yourselves when Hope grows on her own, because Josie deserves a decent relationship on screen too. Hosie didn’t interact this episode, I’m sad.

14. I just can’t help but wonder why Alaric oversee the artifact being destroyed so easily. And when Josie introduces Finch, she deserves a decent conversation with the headmaster, really. Oh he’s an adult, be a responsible and respectable one, especially you’re Josie dad. Help her with her impression with her crush. Alaric really need help, we need another adult figure. It’s okay that’s not Caroline.

15. I kind of thinking that Landon and Cleo are shippable too when I know that they are leaving at the same time. Cleo being the sole reason to Landon existence is one of the reasons to ship them. She’s the one that tell Malivore he can make vessels and create legacy, that leads to Landon existing. Not to mention she did literally made Golem Landon by hand (we all know the thing that Hope made doesn’t have a body, so Cleo must have made his torso and limps right). Or maybe we prefer wandon endgame? Wade is precious too, he’s the one that point out Landon is not himself.

16. I’m so confused by this episode Malivore. I thought Cleo trapped him inside that monster Handon defeated this episode. But if it was trapped this long? How did the pit, Clarke and Landon even exist? Did Malivore escape from it?? It must have escaped.

17. In the promo for the next episode, we’re seeing Lizzie and Hosie interaction! I’m excited! I think maybe Josie will be the one that bring Hope out of the cult’s enchantment. What will happen? Maybe they will realise something or develop something towards each other? Anything hosie that MAKE SENSE please. Oh and Hizzie friendship/banters, and Lizzie suddenly being and “angel” will be so fun to watch. Finally, the trio!

18. I know it’s irrelevant but since I mentioned Clarke, I miss Holarke. I have some shippable thoughts about Finch and Penelope too. P is the she-devil in good girl attire; F looks like a bad girl but she’s good hearted. They are both fiery, imagine what they’ll be like when they’re together, erupting volcanoes?

19. Applause to Aria’s acting skill, this is like the eleventh role he’s played in legacies? Original Landon, Hope’s (subconscious) Landon, Landon’s (subconscious) Landon, Josie’s SimuLandon, Hope’s therapy Landon, Malivore Landon, golem Landon, ptsd Landon, oni-possessed Landon, golem Landon micmicking Necromancer, Clarke-Landon. Keep up the good work!

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Em’s Febuwhump 2021 Masterlist

Hey, guys! So, as some of you may know, I participated in Febuwhump this year! I didn’t manage to complete all 28 days, but I did complete 21. I worked with multiple fandoms, but mainly Shadowhunters and Leverage. All pairings, fandoms, ratings, and warnings will be noted. <3 With that, let’s get on to the masterlist! 

Em’s Febuwhump 2021

1. reveilles toi, mon amour | Supergirl | Prompt: coma | Rated: Teen | Alex/Maggie & minor Kara/Lena | Hospitals, experimental drug, comatose character | Happy ending |

Alex is in a coma. The only way to save her life is to let Lena Luthor give her an experimental drug that's never been tested on humans before. Maggie is less than happy with this, but the younger Danvers sister assures her that she has nothing to be worried about.

2. Rooftop Promises | Shadowhunters | Prompt: “I can’t take this anymore” | Rated: Teen | Alec/Magnus | Self-worth issues, suicide note, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt | Happy/hopeful ending |

After they break up over the Soul Sword, Alec sends Magnus a voicemail suicide note. Luckily, Magnus is there to make sure he doesn't follow through with it.

3. A Soldier’s Promise | Leverage | Prompt: imprisonment | Rated: Teen | Hardison/Eliot/Parker | Minor self-esteem issues, imprisonment, guilt | Happy/hopeful ending 

After he and Parker wind up in adjacent prison cells, Eliot realises that he's been wasting precious time and makes a promise to himself. And, though they don't know it yet, it's a promise to Parker and Hardison, as well.

4. Closer for It | Shadowhunters | Prompt: truth serum | Rated: Teen | No pairings | Past child abuse, manipulation, non-consensual use of a truth serum, emotional/psychological abuse | Happy/hopeful ending | 

After a Circle member doses Alec with a truth serum, a few shocking revelations come to light and Alec realises that he & his siblings, blood-related or not, have a bond that can never be broken.

5. Angel | The Mortal Instruments | Prompt: “Take me instead” | Rated: Teen | Alec/Magnus | Canon character death, grief/mourning, guilt | Happy/hopeful ending |

After Max's death, Alec retreats to a nearby hill and prays to the Angel to bring his brother back. Magnus makes sure he understands that he doesn't need to hide how he feels, and that he's never alone as long as Magnus is around.

6. some nights, there are no fights | Shadowhunters | Prompt: insomnia | Rated: Teen | Background Alec/Magnus | No warnings | Happy ending | 

Alec finds an ally in Raphael while walking the city one sleepless night.

7. Enkeli Tyttö | Leverage | Prompt: “I can’t lose you, too” | Rated: Teen | Parker/Eliot (QPR) | Mentions of past violence (including gun violence and murder), self-hatred | Happy/hopeful ending |

After the shootout with Moreau's goons in the warehouse, Eliot has a hard time dealing with the fallout. Parker is there to help.

8. Home | Leverage | Prompt: “Hey, hey, this is no time to sleep” | Rated: Gen | Hardison/Eliot/Parker | No warnings | Happy ending |

While they're doing surveillance for a con, Parker thinks about Eliot & Hardison, and she comes to the conclusion that they are her home.

9. Blue Eyes and Blonde Hair | Shadowhunters & Leverage crossover | Prompt: hostage situation | Rated: Teen | No pairings | Mentions of/allusions to past torture, hostage situation, violence, blood & injury | Happy/hopeful ending |

When Alec and Jace are being held hostage and tortured by the Circle, they receive help from two unlikely sources.

10. Silent Angels | Shadowhunters | Prompt: “I’m sorry, I didn’t know” | Rated: Mature | No pairings | Rape/non-con, molestation/pedophilia, PTSD symptoms & flashbacks, panic attack, references to underage drinking, implied/referenced self-harm | No happy ending |

Alec usually likes silence. He never has all that much to say, anyway. But sometimes silence can be stifling. Sometimes silence is laden with secrets and ghosts that haunt him no matter what he does, and sometimes silence means not that he doesn't have anything to say, but that he's too trapped to know the right words.

11. we’re able to be just you and me (within these walls) | Leverage | Prompt: “Please come back” | Rated: Teen | Hardison/Eliot/Parker (QPR) | References to past violence, scars, brief mention/allusion to foster care system abuse | Happy ending |

After the events of The Carnival Job, Hardison & Parker talk to Eliot about kids, and it leads to something Eliot never would have expected.

12. Shades of Shame | Shadowhunters | Prompt: “Don’t try to pin this on me” | Rated: Teen | Alec/Magnus | Self-harm, references to depression | Happy/hopeful ending | 

After a hard day, Alec goes home to Magnus and they have a much-needed talk about Alec's self-harm.

13. Support | Shadowhunters | Prompt: hiding injury | Rated: Teen | No pairings | Canon-typical violence, hiding injuries, implied self-harm | Hopeful ending |

It’s been a rough week. Alec is dealing. But when things go a little too far, he needs some support from a trusted friend.

14. Rough Around the Edges | Leverage | Prompt: “I didn’t mean it” | Rated: Mature | Hardison/Eliot/Parker | Trauma, mentions of past violence (including murder and gun violence), guilt, self-hatred, mentions of panic attacks and flashbacks | Happy/hopeful ending |

Eliot is learning how to ask for help. It’s hard, but luckily, Parker and Hardison are great teachers.

15. hold me tight tonight | Leverage | Prompt: “Run. Don’t look back” | Rated: Mature | Hardison/Eliot/Parker, can be read as platonic | Nightmares, past violence (including gun violence, murder, and child murder), self-esteem issues, trauma, guilt | Happy/hopeful ending |

Sometimes the dark is a little too dark, and everyone needs a hand to hold in order to make it through the night.

Or, 5 times the OT3 shared a bed.

16. born like this (i hate this) | Shadowhunters | Prompt: broken bones | Rated: Teen | No pairings | Self-harm, broken bones, guilt, self-hatred, internalized homophobia | Hopeful ending |

Alec is in charge of a mission that goes wrong, and Jace inadvertently makes the situation worse. Alec just wants to be normal, but he's not and he never has been.

17. as long as you’re here with me | Leverage | Prompt: field surgery | Rated: Teen | No pairings | Canon-typical violence, blood & injury, stitches, amateur/field surgery | Happy/hopeful ending |

Eliot gets injured on the job and needs stitches. He trusts Parker more than he trusts any doctor, but Parker isn't so sure he should. 

18. kiss on your lips when you’re in my arms | Leverage | Prompt: “I can’t see” | Rated: Teen | Hardison/Eliot/Parker (QPR, fic focuses on Hardison/Eliot) | Trauma, mild guilt, phobias | Happy ending | 

Some wounds take time to heal, but luckily for Hardison, out of old wounds sometimes come new beginnings.

Or, I tried to write an angsty post-The Grave Danger Job fic, and it somehow turned into the OT3 getting together.

19. Universal Love | Shadowhunters | Prompt: sleep deprivation | Rated: Gen | Alec/Magnus, Jace/Oberon/Qinemru | No warnings | Happy ending |

Alec is working late one night when he really should be sleeping, but luckily, he has a parabatai who’s anxious to get Alec home to Magnus so he can go home to his own partners. 

20. you’re just too good to be true | Leverage | Prompt: time travel | Rated: Teen | Hardison/Eliot | Imprisonment, mentions of past imprisonment/capture, guilt | Hopeful ending |

After a rather impulsive stint with Hardison's new time travel machine, Parker, Eliot, and Hardison find themselves trapped in an underground prison, courtesy of Eliot's old friends. Eliot feels responsible, but Hardison is there to make sure he knows he's not.

21. if love is what you need (a soldier I will be) | Leverage | Prompt: torture | Rated: Mature | Hardison/Eliot/Parker | Torture, blood & injury, imprisonment/capture, broken bones, extreme (but brief) violence, mentions of past violence, attempted rape/non-consensual touching | Happy/hopeful ending |

Eliot is being held and tortured by a man with a personal vendetta against him, and the stakes increase tenfold when Parker and Hardison are captured, as well.

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I hope you enjoy these, and thank you so much for reading! <3

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Another part. Because why not?

Lena is so happy. The sister Quinn grew up with, so stoic and wandering around without self-esteem or an idea of who she is, has blossomed into someone so carefree. Quinn pokes at her salad while her sister playfully feeds fries to a woman who looks like she shits rainbows and cries diamonds. And if that wasn’t bad enough, she is forced to watch Alex trade quick kisses with a blonde who is one hundred percent high and is wearing a bomber jacket with the word ‘Legends’ stitched into it.

“So, what does that mean?”

The blonde glances up with glassy eyes, “Huh?”

“Legends.” Quinn mumbles. “What does it mean?”

“I’m in a gang.”

Quinn chokes on her salad, “What?”

“Sara,” Alex scoffs as she slams a gentle elbow into her side. “She’s kidding. She’s part of a jujitsu team on campus, they’re kind of a big deal.”

“Hence the Legends.” Sara smirks.

“Wow. Um, that’s cool.” Quinn nods.

Lena shoots her sister a smile, “Alex likes to think her girlfriend is so much better, but Kara is the president of the debate team and she’s the captain of an acappella group.”

“Not the Bellas though.” Kara sighs.

“You’re better off without them.” Sara assures her with a quick shrug. “Without Aubrey, they’re just a bunch of stuck up bitches who think they’re something because they make noises successfully with their mouths.”

“What about Chloe?” Alex teases.

“Chloe is perfect and precious, a gift to this world. No harm will come to her ginger head.” Sara declares. “The rest of them could be on fire and I’d barely bat an eye.”

Alex presses a kiss to Sara’s cheek, “So sweet.”

“Bad blood with these uh Bellas?” Quinn frowns.

“Aubrey was Sara’s best friend and when she left the Bellas kinda changed.” Kara explains. “They got a new captain, and they lost the tradition that Aubrey tried to keep.”

Quinn furrows her brow, “I swear I’ve heard of the Bellas before…”

“Well, they won Nationals.” Lena shrugs.

“No, no. That isn’t it.” Quinn mumbles.

And then it hits her. The colors of Barden plastered on a pink binder. A yellow and blue scarf wrapped around a tiny wrist. The obnoxious ringtone of ‘I Saw The Sign’ filling the air. The pictures plastered on the metal of their lockers. The afternoon where Quinn stumbled over a tiny form crying in the corner over her sister. The familiar voice of someone she wants to forget clouds her head, and she can hear her repeating the same words over and over again.

“Rachel Berry-Mitchell.”

Sara arches an eyebrow, “Their captain’s name is Beca Mitchell.”

“There’s no fucking way.” Quinn growls.

“Hey,” Lena hesitantly begins. “You okay?”

“Just fucking peachy.”

And yet, it’s clear she’s far from it. Because Quinn is cursed, she has been since the moment she had sex out of wedlock. Or at least that’s what her mother led her to believe. She’s cursed, doomed to forever have the worst of luck. And that bad luck brought her downfall right back into the future she is trying to build; that curse dropped the love of her life right in front of her, and once again out of reach.

*

“Emily likes Rachel.”

Beca shudders, “Nope.”

“She totes does. It’s aca-adorable.” Chloe giggles, and she immediately rolls her eyes as Beca gives a loud gag. “Beca, it’s cute. They’d actually make a really cute couple.”

“Legacy isn’t allowed to get anywhere near my sister. I know how relationships work.” Beca scoffs. “First comes dating, then sex, then marriage, and then my sister will be pregnant.”

Chloe tosses her head back with a laugh, “What?”

“Yeah. It’ll happen. Just watch.” Beca grumbles as she glares at her computer screen. “So, Legacy needs to keep a good five feet between herself and my baby sister.”

“Aw, you’re so protective.” Chloe coos.

“Rach and I have been through a lot together.” Beca admits. “Just because our parents got remarried and became a family doesn’t mean everything was a dream. Her dads were a pain in the ass.”

“Yeah?” Chloe frowns.

“They tried to fight for custody of Rachel.” Beca sighs. “Apparently, Shelby was only supposed to be an incubator for Rachel and then she was gonna hand her over to the Berry’s but then they talked it over and it changed. By the time she was three, they were in way over their heads and exhausted.”

Chloe tilts her head, “So, they gave her to Shelby?”

“Yeah. Shelby was having regular scheduled visitations until they switched it up and gave her custody. Once she got older, and tolerable, they wanted her back.” Beca shrugs. “And my dad and stepdrama said fuck no.”

“Stepdrama?” Chloe repeats.

“Like stepmama, but Shelby is like the queen of dramatics so I call her my stepdrama.” Beca explains. “Anyway, Rachel kinda became a toy that kept getting yanked back and forth so I protected her. I took care of her.”

Chloe nudges her shoulder against Beca’s with a smile, “That’s because you’re sweet and loving, whether you want to admit it or not.”

“Whatever. Damn your baby blues for making me spill my guts all the time.” Beca huffs as she extends her headphones. “Check this out.”

Chloe slides the headphones on, “New mix for the Bellas?”

“Nope. It’s a Chloe Beale special.” Beca chirps, and she presses play as soon as Chloe lights up in excitement. “Hope you like it.”

“I always do.”

Beca watches with a half-smile as Chloe nods her head along to the beat, “It isn’t much yet, but I think I’m onto something special.”

“You already are something special.” Chloe giggles as she tugs the headphones down. “It’s good, Beca. Seriously. I love my Chloe Beale specials. I use them when I workout.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, and everything else in between. I like listen to them all the time.” Chloe grins. “You should make a mix for Rachel…”

Beca shakes her head, “Rachel mixes her own stuff.”

“Aca-scuse me? We have two DJ’s in our group? We have been blessed by the aca-Gods.” Chloe declares. “Oh, and maybe Rachel can make Emily a mix. A little TLC mix.”

“Shut up.” Beca orders with a laugh.

“Rachel and Emily sitting in a tree…”

“Seriously? Are you five?”

“...k…”

Beca doesn’t let Chloe finish, she simply tackles her back on the bed. And as her laptop closes and her headphones clatter to the side, she realizes that she doesn’t care. It kinda scares her; she wonders when Chloe Beale became more important to her than music.

Two Weeks Later

Quinn doesn’t see Rachel around campus. It’s not like she’s looking for her...well, technically she is but only so she can confirm her deepest fears. And finally, the confirmation is thrown in her face in the worst way possible. Yes, she sees Rachel but she also sees a tall brunette smiling brightly as she extends half a chocolate chip cookie. From a distance, they look comfortable. Intimate. Safe. Like they’ve known each other forever. Everything Quinn doesn’t want to see. So, Quinn does the logical thing and approaches them.

“Berry.”

The cookie falls from Rachel’s grasp, “Q-Quinn?”

“What an unpleasant surprise this is.” Quinn snaps, and her eyes are quick to snap to the girl beside Rachel. “And who are you?”

“Um...Emily?”

“Is that a question or an answer?” Quinn demands.

“What’s going on over here?”

Quinn flexes her jaw as she turns her head to see a short brunette and a redhead approaching, “Nothing that concerns you, you Keebler elf. How about you and ginger snap take a walk?”

“Dear God.” The brunette breathes out. “Are you okay, dude? You seem to be holding onto a little bit of hostility.”

Rachel stands on shaking legs, “It’s my fault, Becs. I’ll get rid of her.”

“Whoa. No. I know that face.” The woman sneers, and Quinn actually takes a step back when sharp blue eyes cut to her. “Who the fuck are you and what do you want with my sister?”

“Back the hell off, Mitchell.”

“Well, this just got interesting.” The redhead sighs.

Lena appears at Quinn’s side with a scowl, “I’m not even going to bother asking any questions, I’m just going to tell you not to mess with my little sister. Is that clear, Beca?”

“Crystal.” Beca assures her, but Quinn can see the fire that rages in her gaze. “As long as your sister stays the fuck away from mine.”

“That won’t be a problem.” Lena sneers.

“Come on, Rach.”

Quinn watches with a stoic expression as Emily stands and reaches out to Rachel, her expression only falters when Rachel immediately intertwines their fingers. Rachel doesn’t even look at Quinn, her face just sinks in relief as soon as Emily gives her hand a protective squeeze to lead her away. Quinn stops breathing for a second and she has to close her eyes, anything to avoid what she sees in front of her. Beca is the last to part from the confrontation, and she walks backwards until the redhead yanks her along by her ear.

“Who were they?”

“The Bellas.” Lena mumbles. “Welcome to Barden.”

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Superwing

In her dreams she was still a girl living in Krypton with her parents. With her kind-hearted mother, Alura, a brave and virtuous Judicator on the Council, who sentenced criminals to Fort Rozz or other punishments. Aunt Astra, admired and honorable General of the Kryptonian Army, who never meant any harm to others and was bound by the Kryptonian Code of Honor. Who loved her like she was her own child, who always told her she had the strength and determination to achieved her dreams. Zor-El, her father, a brilliant scientist, researching, astounding the kryptonians with his findings, developing new technologies, making their planet a better place for future generations. Building a better tomorrow for you Kara. Her mother would say. She was a girl lying in a comfy bed tucked in with a pillow under her head, and for a single minute it felt as if the thought of Krypton being decimated was just a terrible and dark nightmare. Shadows seeping into her heart, tormenting her sleep. Paralyzing, Twisting the realities and words of her loved ones, causing sorrow, agony and unspeakable despair. Until she wakes up screaming for help, drenched in cold sweat from the tossing and turning, fighting off the demons of her past. Her perfect life was taken away from her. And as much as she loved all the things about being Kara Danvers, there was a part, deep down to he very core that missed being Kara Zor-El. Missed her parents so much that it physically hurt. Missed being under the warm, glowing light of the red sun. She did not dare speak about the matter with her friends, not even her sister, Alex, closest to her heart. For her nightmares where only growing stronger, and her sleep shorter each day, for the last couple of weeks.

In a flash, her precious Krypton was gone, an entire civilization crumbling beneath the ashes and Kara found herself in the darkness of her apartment’s bedroom once again. As she attempted to calm her racing heart which could be heard pounding in her ear like war drums, she knew there was no way she could go on liked his for much longer. It was infinitely frustrating to feel this powerless when she possessed incredible strength. She looked at her family’s emblem. El mayarah, stronger together. Stronger. Together. It had never made her feel more set apart than it did in that moment.

“Kara?” She heard a masculine voice call, gentle but firm. Her heart stuttered for a second, thought it made her feel a little better to hear his comforting voice. Wait a minute. What was he doing here. She frowned as she did not recall hearing shuffling footsteps or a door opening with her superhearing.

Taking a deep breath once and then twice again, she finally stepped forward and creaked the door to reveal the figure of Nightwing on the other side, wearing his vigilante suit. Why is he here? Why would Nightwing be standing at her bedroom’s door at 2:38 in the morning?

“Nightwing? How did you exactly get in here?” Kara snapped her head up to look at him with a slight frown on her face. Frustratingly, Nightwing appeared to enjoy her expression of utter bewilderment as to how he managed to sneak inside.

“I prefer Dick.” He said, offering a sheepish grin and amusement flashed across his blue eyes. “A magician does not reveal his secrets.”

Kara crossed her arms, letting out a silent huff under her breath. “Is breaking into single women’s apartment an habit of yours?” She asked with a raised eyebrow ash she stared at him.

He was exactly the same as the last time Kara had seen her, with his dark hair, olive skin, eyes full of intensity like a bird of prey, softening as he gazed upon her and the soft curl of his lips. He smiled at her, and for a second she thought perhaps she understood why women fawned over the ward of Bruce Wayne. But only for a second. She shook her head pushing away those thoughts.

Nightwing was still standing there, poised and looking as calm as anything. He let out a low laugh And leaned against the doorframe “Seems to be a family trait but Bruce would definitely deny it.” Then she noticed how his smiled was a bit strained, a little tired around the edges just like those shadows under his eyes. It didn’t make him any less handsome.

She shifted from foot to foot, tearing her eyes from his face that had lingered longer than she intended to. “You haven’t answered my question.”

“I heard you kicked some alien-reptilian ass today and...” He ran a hand through this hair as if he were somehow nervous or struggling to voice his thoughts. “I just wanted to check on you but then I heard you scream.”

I’ve been working on this and I don’t know if I should continue. I blame 100% @chromium7sky for getting me into this ship 🙈🙈🙈🙈😂😂

[buddha-in-disguise]

Discourse, Supergirl and fans.

The Supergirl situation with William Dey, is far more than about William Dey per se.

I touched on this when I first posted about David Harewood.

What I have seen, and I am still seeing is while some SuperCorp fans were annoyed about the preview for episode 12, this was also coming from a diverse section of the fandom. That David (and others) have singled out the SuperCorp fandom is both unfair, and unhelpful. But that is a different discussion altogether.

So - I am going to repeat and expand on some of what I wrote at the time to try and explain why I, (and others) have found Supergirl to be really problematic at the moment.

First of all: There is no doubt Supergirl currently has a diverse cast, inc. LGBTQ representation. 

However, all the diversity in the world means absolutely nothing if a program is seemingly only playing lip service to the characters. 

Compare and contrast with Legends of tomorrow. They have 6 women. 2 Muslim superheroes (a TV first). 5 characters are LGBTQ, including Charlie; who is recognised as gender fluid. 4 people of colour. The lead is a woman, who is bisexual, in a canon relationship with a lesbian, and is a superhero. 

They do this without it being made a big deal of, enjoyed by LGBTQ and heterosexual audience alike. But it is a huge deal for many because of that diversity, and just as importantly they haven't overloaded the cast numbers, so they all get good solid storylines through a season. A season that is also shorter than Supergirl. 

Legends are an example of how you can put in a diverse minority cast, without it becoming forced or cumbersome. It isn't without fault sure, but no program is. 

So where is Supergirl going wrong at the moment? 

Let's use William, as the crux of the problems are best shown with his character, but it isn't limited to him. I will put first - this is absolutely *not* a criticism towards Staz Nair, who I respect (& like, as far as one can from limited SM interaction). All too often the accusations are made that if you don't like a character, you hate the actor. That is categorically not true for me, nor others I've seen posting about this. Of course if anyone does hate on the actor, that is not okay.

So, back to William. I get the reason he came along in regards to Russell and so the Andrea connection. That story made sense.  What hasn't made sense - William being used as a journalist, when Nia is right there! Nia has barely had any screen time, and virtually none as a journalist; you know - her actual job. I'm not sure what the minutes on screen ratio has been this season between the two, but it has felt completely slanted towards William as a viewer, at least until now. 

First instead of Kara and Nia investigating Leviathan after William was 'exposed' in the earlier episodes, now Nia is sidelined again, because they want Kara to team up with William to investigate Lex.

Why? Why do they need that journalistic pairing, when Nia - who as a Superhero, is better placed if danger from Lex occurs. But no, they're making it about Kara having to work with William because Lex threatened to kill him. Plus Nia was being mentored by Kara. Is she no longer being mentored by Kara? Are they a team? Even if the mentoring has ended, Nia is still not being utilised as a journalist.

I am utterly baffled as to why they feel this arc makes any sense. Moreso when an already established character gets sidelined. 

I'm also getting tired of seeing anyone who sees these valid opinions about current storyline as being trolls (or the comments all SuperCorp fans are just outright haters. No - SuperCorp fans are a large diverse group, that have incredible artists, fanfic writers, and social media users. Many also multi-ship. To place a blanket statement about a whole fandom as large as SC, is hateful. All fandoms have some who are problematic, but to single out an entire group is not right). 

So back to my thoughts. An episode can have some great aspects to it, but it can also be highly problematic to some fans, & receive valid criticism or valid opinions for it. For example, the latest episode of Batwoman. The Alice/Beth story was great. The acting superb. What I found worrying was the way they made Sophie feel guilty for legitimate reasons why she had led a closeted lifestyle. That lifestyle is valid, for Sophie and many LGBTQ people, and for good reason, including keeping some people safe from harm. I felt it was a clumsy attempt for Alice to get into Sophie's mind; it could've been tackled other ways, so it felt wrong they used her sexuality as a way to achieve that. Being closeted for many literally keeps them alive. So that was one hell of a poor choice in my opinion. Yet others have made perfectly credible counter arguments that it showed the difficulties faced by many LGBTQ people. So, great episode, valid criticism/opinion from both points of view. It also highlights you can have excellent episodes, but they can have legitimate issues.

Nor does differences of opinion, as long as it is respectful, makes those voicing them a bully, no matter how much you disagree. 

At the end of this, if you don’t agree, and your opinion makes you say something that is intentionally hurtful (directly or indirectly to a person or group of people), it's a bad thing. The key word being intentionally. We all make mistakes, and responses that could've been better, & we all need to be aware of that, but if it is an intended attack, don't be surprised if others call you out for your behaviour. 

So now what in regards Supergirl?  

I know ultimately that this show is about Supergirl, but it is also about those around her as family & friends. I understand there are only so many minutes in one episode. What I don't understand is why those precious minutes are going to a character, when they have one perfectly placed to do the same role. Why they have to potentially explore another relationship, when we have one canon relationship, one canon on/off again relationship & one relationship that while isn't canon in terms of romantic, it is a big story in terms of best friends, all seemingly sidelined. Which brings me to the Kara fighting for Lena's soul aspect. Again, I am not seeing a lot of fighting for anything, except more and more fans fighting themselves and cast. 

Then you just need to look at the dislikes that teaser was given on YouTube, and compare them to previous ones. I've attached screenshots to show this.

A serious misjudgment was made by someone on how that teaser would be received, and again I will stress, this dislike hasn't just been from one area of fandom, but multiple areas. For many it wasn't just about William, but the culmination of unease that has built for a few episodes. A prime example of the straw that broke the camel's back. If you are solely focused on one area of fandom for this discourse (as many blame SuperCorp fans), you need to step back and recognise you are not allowing yourself to see the whole picture. To focus solely on one thing, rather than acknowledging the wider audience are saying this, does not make you the better fan. To dismiss it as trolls, is being dismissive of good, regular fans with legitimate questions or concerns. It is insulting to many of us.

I will be honest, I had high hopes for this season. I also knew it was likely going to be pretty confusing at times since it was given as 'our Black mirror season' and 'nothing is as it seems.' I accepted that.

However, all it seems at the moment is a jumbled mess from pre and post Crisis. They just doesn't appear to be any cohesion at all, which is making it really difficult as a viewer. Add in the changes post Crisis and it feels even more of a mess.

Of course, they could bring in more cohesive elements soon, but considering that we know episode 13 is 'It's a wonderful life,' and Alex Danvers in a later episode is wearing a Super suit - I just sense this whole 'nothing is as it seems' side we appear to be getting isn't changing any time soon, & with episodes running out, with so many strings running through at the moment, it feels really discombomulated. If by seasons end, they pull it off and you can look back and see how it's played out as a whole, I will be the first to say well done for that part. 

I do though think right now Supergirl feels chaotic beyond expectation, and no end in sight. I feel there have been too many character additions this season (particularly Andrea & William) that is taking screen time away from Kara, Alex, Nia, Lena, Kelly et al.

It feels like a mess of unnecessary pairings and the crux of the story seems to have been lost in the midst.

That is causing confusion for fans, that is also beginning to become frustration. That frustration is spilling over. Add in the genuine and extremely legitimate concerns over the LGBTQ issues that have arisen (again from far more than just SuperCorp fans), and the frustration has built even more. 

I can only hope the next couple of episodes address some of this and not complicate the mess further. 

Whatever happens, Supergirl is not doing well in terms of a storyline that is gripping for fans, that is now top heavy with regulars, taking screen time from established characters, and a social media blunder that has so far only exacerbated the simmering uncertainty being felt by many.

It might improve, and I sincerely hope it does, but they are edging into the potential for the anger felt by fans to become an all out riot if they don't stop and see where valid criticism is being given. If this season continues on in this vein, then there is going to be huge swathes of fans drifting away. The concerns are legitimate. I wish it could be seen as that.

[ninjabobanekokyrie]

Osomatsu-San; Some People feel the rain(Others just get wet) Chapter 1-Todomatsu

Summary; 'Close' wasn't the first thing that came to mind when Todomatsu thought about his relationships with his older brothers.

Osomatsu was a shitty eldest, Karamatsu was painful, Choromatsu was boring, Ichimatsu was a creep, Jyushimatsu was annoying and then there was him, the stupid youngest.

But as much as his brothers pissed him off, he truly did love them. And that included painful Karamatsu.

Which was why when he looked on his phone one day and saw his history was full of suicide methods after Karamatsu recently borrowed it, his non-existent heart almost stopped beating right then and there.

WARNING: Mentions of self-harm, depression, etc.

Chapter under the cut!

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'Close' was not the first thing that came to mind when Todomatsu thought about his relationships with his older brothers.

It certainly wasn't the first thing that came to the minds of his brothers themselves. Or even his friends whom noted that whenever they were out together, when they would see one, a few or all of Totty's brothers Todomatsu would shove his friends roughly in the other direction.

He couldn't stand the idea of being near his brothers in public. He had to do that at home.

And for him, that was enough.

The feeling was mutual as far as he knew. His brothers didn't really have much of an inetrest of being close with him either.

He was fine with that.

Todomatsu supposed he had an okay relationship with Osomatsu. His eldest brother was such an ass and shithead most of the time, but he had his sweet moments. And even though those were rare, he tried to make the most of them when they did come around. In fact he had been spending quite a bit of free time with Oso lately. Maybe it was because he'd been less of an ass lately for some reason or the other.

He never spent too much time with Choromatsu, but whenever he did it was always nice and he wasn't as much of an ass as Osomatsu was.

His encounters with Ichimatsu were uncomfortable and awkward, but he supposed they had their good days.

Jyushimatsu annoyed him, but he was one of the few older brothers Totty could stand and after all, Totty was his one and only baby brother. The time Jyushi didn't spend hanging with Ichimatsu or playing baseball, which was pretty frequently, he spent one on one time with Totty. Todomatsu had to admit, he enjoyed the bonding with him.

Karamatsu was painful.

Osomatsu wasn't the only one who got broken ribs or headaches or stomachaches from his painful acts. He always flinched whenever his second eldest brother talked in his painful English or did one of his weird, dramatic poses.

He used to be closer with Karamatsu than he was with Osomatsu. Growing up and back in High School before things got all weird and uncomfortable.

Even though things were far better now, he still couldn't stand being around his painful brother.

Like Osomatsu and his other brothers, he had his moments with Karamatsu. But those were even more rare than the ones with his other older brothers.

And that truly was saying something.

Karamatsu had been distant lately with Todomatsu and their brothers. It was weird.

He wouldn't walk into the room, making a dramatic entrance with a hearty "Hello my wonderful Bruzzahs~!" Or randomly throw his arms around one of them or just start chatting about shitty, painful nonsense.

Again, it was odd. However despite how odd it was, Todomatsu didn't mind. He sort of enjoyed the silence.

After all, it wasn't his problem.

So here he was now in the living room, lying on his stomach with one cheek in his hand as he scrolled through pictures of different things on his phone.

He was the only one in there as of right now.

It was so peaceful--

Suddenly, the door to the living room slid open.

"Totty! My precious, wonderful baby brother~!"

Todomatsu groaned at the familiar painful voice.

So much for peaceful.

"What do you want, Karamatsu-niisan?" He huffed, puffing out his cheeks as he heard his older brother approaching and looked up at him scornfully as he stood in front of him.

Karamatsu merely laughed, placing his hands on his hips. "Isn't it a lovely day outside, brother? I could bask for hours in the lovely sunshine--"

"Stop." Todomatsu cut him off impatiently. He wasn't in the mood for his painful speeches. "What do you want?" He repeated.

Kara laughed somewhat nervously, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "It seems you caught me, brother. I was just wondering if I could use your phone for a little bit? There are a few things I would like to look up, and--"

"I'm going out in a half-hour." Todomatsu cut him off again coldly, glancing at the clock before back at his brother with a perplexed expression. "What do you need my phone for this time, Karamatsu-niisan? I already told all of you that I didn't like seeing pictures of breast all over my phone the last time one of you used it."

Kara turned red slightly at the mention and he thought back to Osomatsu's dopey look when he confessed. Shameless, shitty eldest brother.

Karamatsu chuckled, adjusting his glasses and did one of his poses. "Non non brother, I have no interest in looking up that sort of thing. There are just a few questions that I would like answered, and your phone always provides the information that I need."

Todomatsu chewed the inside of his cheek, staring at him for another minute before rolling his eyes.

"Ugh. Fine, Karamatsu-niisan." He stood and shoved his phone rather roughly into the second eldest's chest, causing Kara to fumble as he clumsily caught it. "Have it back to me before I leave. And don't go looking up any weird shit."

"I wouldn't dream of it, brother!" Karamatsu said in his painful English with a big grin and struck another pose, causing Todomatsu to flinch.

"Whatever. Don't make me come hunt you down." Totty said as he moved past him to exit the room. "Oh, and Karamatsu-niisan?"

"Yes, Totty?"

"Stop being so painful." He bit out in annoyance.

"O-Of course. My apologies, Bruzzah."

Todomatsu failed to notice the drop of Kara's smile as he shut the door behind him.

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"Tot-ty~!"

Said Matsu looked up from the magazine he was reading while lying on the ground to give an annoyed look at his eldest brother who was on the couch.

"What is it, Osomatsu-niisan?" He sighed, disinterested.

Osomatsu grinned, patting an empty spot next to him. "Onii-Chan had a long day, come snuggle with me~!"

Todomatsu rolled his eyes. "It's eleven a.m., Nii-San, it's barely noon. Second, go snuggle with Ichimatsu-Niisan or Jyushimatsu-Niisan they're a lot better than me. And since when do you take naps this early?"

Osomatsu frowned and groaned. "Totty, you're starting to sound like Choro-Chan...he never wants to snuggle with me."

"Maybe if you didn't annoy him so much, he would here and there. He's not a physical person, Osomatsu-niisan." Todomatsu suggested, raising a brow.

"But your Onii-Chan needs snuggles so he knows he's loved! C'mon Totty, please~?" Osomatsu begged eagerly, smile reappearing.

Todomatsu sighed, glancing at the clock. "Osomatsu-niisan, I have to leave in 40 minutes."

"It'll be a short nap then. I'll try to wake up early so you're not late. Pleeeeaaaase? Totty, pleeeaseeee?"

The youngest huffed, shutting his magazine. "Alright, Osomatsu-niisan. I'm coming."

Since when did he let himself get manipulated so easily by his older brothers?

Osomatsu grinned in triumph and laid down, pulling his youngest brother into a laying down position on top of him and pulled him close to his chest.

Todomatsu grunted in discomfort. "I'm only doing this so you stop your whining."

"And Onii-Chan loves you for that, Totty," Osomatsu chuckled, nuzzling his face in his hair as he rested his chin on top of the youngest's head.

Todomatsu only snorted as he shifted slightly before laying still, blushing in slight embarrassment. It was pretty rare for Osomatsu to announce that he loved any of his younger brothers. Perhaps this was one of his sweet moments.

Even so, he was still a shitty eldest.

They laid there for a few minutes, Todomatsu staring at random corners of the room as Osomatsu began to drift off to sleep.

"Ne, Nii-San?" He found himself asking after a few minutes.

"Mmm?" Osomatsu hummed sleepily, popping one eye open. "What?"

"Has Karamatsu-Niisan acted...weird at all to you?" He asked quietly. "Like, I dunno, distant or something?"

"Karamachu?" Oso yawned, stretching out some. "Mm...a little, I guess? He hasn't said anything painful lately, but shouldn't we consider that lucky?" He let out a small laugh, waving a hand nonchalantly. "I'm sure Karamachu will go back to being the same old painful Karamachu soon enough."

"Yeah..." Todomatsu mumbled, assuring himself that whatever weird feelings he was having were nothing. "You're right."

"G'night, Totty." Osomatsu yawned again. "You sound like you're tired too, so get some rest. Onii-Chan will wake you up in a little bit."

Totty chewed his lip uncertainly before nodding. "'Kay."

The last thing he felt before drifting off into slumber was the even rise and fall of Osomatsu's chest, and the rattling feeling of something being seriously wrong.

[miss-rosen]

IN MEMORY OF JAMES BALDWIN, WHO DIED ON THIS DAY IN 1987 THE CLASSICS | GOD MADE MY FACE Miss Rosen for AnOther

The work of James Baldwin (1924–1987) speaks not only to his time, but that of our own – calling out abuses of power while painting a heartfelt portrait of those they harm. Yet in becoming a public figure, Baldwin’s fame became a double-edged sword, amplifying the impact of his ideas while simultaneously draining him of his creative resources.

In a new exhibition God Made My Face: A Collective Portrait of James Baldwin, Pulitzer Prize-winning critic, writer, and curator Hilton Als explores Baldwin’s life as both inspiration and cautionary tale. Featuring the work of Njideka Akunyili Crosby, Richard Avedon, Beauford Delaney, Marlene Dumas, Glenn Ligon, Anthony Barboza, Kara Walker, and James Welling, the exhibition also includes a wealth of archival materials including a vinyl recording of Baldwin singing, Precious Lord, Take My Hand – which Als first heard inside the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine during Baldwin’s funeral.

Here, speaking to AnOther, Als reflects on his relationship with Baldwin, one that came about as Als began his journey just as Baldwin was concluding his.

Read the Full Story at AnOther

Photo: James Baldwin, writer, Harlem, New York, 1945. hotography by Richard Avedon © The Richard Avedon Foundation, Courtesy David Zwirner