#more tags/characters to come oh rao

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☉✎✦✿(last one for the winter depression kon fic<3)

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?

usually, step back and take a break!! if i'm stuck writing at ALL instead of just on a specific wip it usually means i'm flirting with burnout and need to chill for a bit. time to read, play viddy game, hang out with friends, etc.

but i never take TOO long a break because if i do then it's really hard to get back into writing. so if its been a few days and i still havent written anything i'll open whatever wip i wanna work on and try to add at least a couple of sentences.

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

i have NO idea but the other day someone who knew me on my old ao3 account messaged me like "hey is this you?" and i was like HOW DID YOU KNOW? and they were just like "i recognized your style!" so there's clearly SOMETHING askjdhfdjks

but in the timkon tag specifically, um. well. probably the specific kryptonian headcanons, t4tisms, and "giving a shit about kon as a character" would probably give me away.

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

*opens ao3 real fast to check what i've written* uhhhhh

okay lessee. there's several of the shorter oneshots here that i actually just wrote entirely in one sitting and didn't edit just plonked em right on ao3, so those would probably count as easiest (reflections on respawning, aftershocks, faith trust and a bit of pixie dust, your ghost i will gladly bear, and we will walk in bitter rain).

hardest probably goes to sotm just for length, but in terms of content it's all emotional hurt/comfort and that is my wheelhouse! in terms of content, the hardest is probably androecia. i've never written much explicit fic before, so it was a challenge!

✿ did anything major change when you started writing "under the small fire of winter stars" to when you finished?

SO MUCH. OH MY GOD. SO MUCH...

so the original iteration in my notebook was a multi-scene thing with a heavy focus on kon & kara and Both of them being depressed and kara telling kon about new years' celebrations on krypton (occuring the day after the winter solstice, as days started to get longer and nights shorter again, with accompanying stories about rao's pantheon's defeat of cythonna and triumph over winter and darkness). and then i was like "hey this fic is for moss! i should add tim." so then i added tim and MORE scenes. and then i was like "oh no i will never finish this on time" especially because i could NOT figure out the ending in a way that felt satisfying to me so i kinda scrapped most of it.

the scene that became the actual fic is what was gonna be the second scene in the bigger thing, with tim finding and taking care of kon in the aftermath of kon and kara fighting and then severely bitching about metallo.

initially, kon was gonna mention some of the winter celebration stuff kara told him about and how he kinda wished he had more of a connection to kryptonian culture, and tim was gonna go Hm. and start thinking of ways he could get clark, chris, and/or jon to help him plan Something to surprise kon and kara with a little new years party. but that plot kept coming out feeling overly cheesy and contrived and i just was not satisfied with it, so. snip snip bitch.

still, i think the focus morphing into just "tim loving on kon with acts of service (and quality time) while mr acts of service himself is so out of it" was fun too!!! get loved idiot, etc.

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#5

230 notes • Posted 2021-03-28 14:00:45 GMT

#4

We know William goes and investigates the Super Friends for Andrea. So obviously the more time he spends doing this, the more he'll put together. He’ll realize that Sentinel is dating Guardian. Brainy is dating Dreamer. Martian Manhunter is the father figure of the group. 

That just leaves Supergirl and Lena Luthor. Oh, they are just friends/work partners, he'll think at first, but then as he watches them more he notices that they seem to act like more than just friends. They way they look at each other and seem to have a special connection between them.

One day he brings this up to Kara and she freaks out and says oh, no I think they’re just friends, rambles on a little bit and then comes up with an excuse to leave. 

However, this causes Kara to think about how her and Lena act around each other and it makes her face the fact that she is in love with her. She wonders if Lena feels the same way. To test this out, Kara decides she will tell William’s theory to her. That way she can gauge her reaction before telling Lena how she feels.

Meanwhile, William starts thinking that Kara acted the way she did because she is jealous and also in love with Lena. It makes sense now why she never wanted to date him.  

253 notes • Posted 2021-08-21 23:10:05 GMT

#3

Lena when Kara gets back from the Phantom Zone: Oh, by the way, I kind of moved into your apartment while you were gone because I said ‘screw you Lex’ and left Luthorcorp so now I’m broke.

Kara: *Internally screaming because now she gets to live with Lena Luthor and be around her even more. However, she’s also panicking because oh my Rao she doesn’t know if she can hide her feelings for much longer.* Sweet!

315 notes • Posted 2021-04-14 02:35:47 GMT

#2

Lena Luthor + game nights + red/blue sweater + that smile = 🥰

382 notes • Posted 2021-12-01 15:01:17 GMT

#1

Same Lena same. Eyes on the beefy Kryptonian prize.

394 notes • Posted 2021-09-25 02:26:48 GMT

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Chapters: 5/7 Fandom: Super Sons (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne Characters: Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Maya Ducard, Collin Wilkes, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Kara Zor-El Additional Tags: Roommates, Domestic Fluff, adopting a pet, High School, Jealousy, Running Away, Partners in Crime, Fake/Pretend Relationship, getting caught, Heartbeats, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Masquerade, Family Vacation, Marriage Proposal, JonDami Week 2021 Summary:

Hey hey hey! 5th day of the @jondami-week and here I am throwing some angst at your face.

Chapter 5: Heartbeat | “i thought i lost you” | Not actually unrequited love

You can also read it under the cut

When the giant ships appeared in the middle of the sky, the Justice League took no time in moving their biggest assets against them. Superboy was supposed to be one of them, but he was too busy mopping on his bed. His father had told him they had it covered, it was a race that had tried previously to invade them and Batman had a good plan to stop them, but still it did not make him feel better knowing he should be helping instead of being a dramatic teenager. But he could not help himself if his heart had been broken like that. He had spent years crushing after his best friend, thinking that maybe someday his feelings would be reciprocated. And for a moment, he thought there was a chance, they had held hands and went to the cinema together. It should count, right?

So why had he caught Damian kissing another girl then?

The images did not stop playing in his mind. How Damian put his hand on her shoulder, how he bent to join his lips with her. How his heart had shattered into a million pieces. But the worst is that he could not really complain about anything, because Damian and he were nothing, it was probably all in his head. Robin would continue his life without knowing his best friend was in love with him and that was fine. Really. Super fine.

But still, he could not avoid tunning sometimes to the steady rhythm of Damian’s heartbeat, even if it was just so he could keep a connection with him. So of course, when the invasion started, he kept listening just in case, to make sure Robin was all right. Until the third day of the invasion, the sound stopped.

Jon had never gotten up from bed faster in his life. He reached the last place where he listened to the heartbeat in mere seconds, still in his sweatshirt and shorts. The place was complete wreckage, with debris everywhere and parts of alien ships crushed against the floor. A few green batarangs were laying on a corner, where the trail of blood started.

“Robin!” he screamed, the fear obvious in the trembling of his voice. “No, no, no, no, please Rao don’t take him,” the red path led him to a little corner where he could see a familiar green boot. “Damian!”

And he could almost hear his voice complaining about using his real name on the field, but he could not care less about this when he discovered his best friend in a pool of blood. A few lead plates had fallen over him, so he threw them away with his super strength. The material was probably the reason why he could not hear his heartbeat, there was still hope. He took his body into his arms and started flying into the closest medical wing.

“Please, Damian, there are so many things I haven’t told you,” the tears were falling down his face but the boy in his arms did not move. “You can’t leave me, you are my best friend, my partner, you… you are the person I love, Damian, and I know you have a girlfriend now but I don’t…”

“W-what g-g-girlfriend?” the sound barely escaped his lips.

“D!” he smiled. “Oh please, don’t talk, we are almost arriving, just hold on a little bit and…”

“What girl?” asked with more emphasis.

“The girl from last week? You were kissing her and…”

“I was taking something from her eye you stupid moron,” he groaned. “Why the heck would I kiss someone when we are dating?”

“Wait, we are dating? Since when?”

“I asked you to come with me to that stupid movie! We held hands! I paid for your popcorns!”

“I’m… I’m not sure how that means we are dating.”

“Grayson said that what I should do,” Damian tried to move but violent coughing stopped him.

“Okay, fine, we are dating, just please stop talking. It would really suck if my boyfriend suddenly dies in my arms.”

“I’m never going to listen to him again.”

Jon could not avoid smiling a little bit when Damian snuggled against his chest and when a few hours later his heartbeat was still ringing in his ear, he let himself relax. He almost losses the person he loves today but he was going to make sure he enjoyed every second from now.

[soft-dyke-omo]

all in your head - a supercorp omo fic

I’ve been working on this for weeks and I’ve daydreamed about working on this in intricate detail for months. Not betaed because I can’t stand to look at it anymore.

If this shows up in the supercorp tag even though I didn’t tag it - I’m so sorry, this is about Lena pissing her pants. Don’t look. 

It’s all in your head.

Maybe, if Lena kept telling herself that, she’d speak it into existence.

You’re just nervous. It’s your first date after all.

And honestly, it was bad enough that something as trivial as a date could phase her like this. It had never been like this before, she’d been sure the so-called “first date jitters” were a fabrication of the romance novels her mother had dismissed as mindless drivel. And she’d been inclined to believe her. Up until now, dates had been nothing more but a business transaction to her, and like all business transactions, she’d been calm, collected and aloof throughout. Also, like all business transactions, most of them turned out to be orchestrated by her mother.

But that was before Kara, before weak knees and fluttering hearts and -

It’s all in your head.

You don’t have to use the bathroom.

It didn’t matter now anyway, because at this moment she saw storming into the restaurant, cutting a corner dangerously close and almost taking a waiter with her, before she arrived at the table Lena had reserved for them, out of breath and beaming.

“Sorry I’m late!”, she panted, frantically pulling her blouse into place when she noticed the blue of her supersuit peeking out from beneath. There was no need for pretence between them, but she had to protect her identity to the public, especially when she was this bad at lying.

“Nonsense, darling. I’m sure it was important.”

“Not more important than you. Not to me.”

Well, and there she was, completely disarmed by the charming blonde. Checkmate in 3 moves. She couldn’t fight the smile that spread over her features, and maybe she didn’t want to, because she knew the effect it had on Kara. An effect that became evident when Kara just stood there, smiling back at her, for a total of ten seconds before remembering to sit down in their booth, across the table from Lena.

For a second, Lena wondered idly what her mother would think of her, sitting in a restaurant that had things such as booths and served a food item designated the monster burger. It wasn’t the type of restaurant a Luthor was usually seen in, it lacked the pricey wine pairings and the menu completely written in French. But what it had was a comfortable ambiance, and the glowing recommendations of one Kara Danvers. She’d take this over the stuffy, pristine establishments her mother used to drag her and Lex into when they were children any day.

A memory flared up in some part of Lena’s brain she’d long since thought buried, a memory of white tablecloth and important investors and feet swinging off the chair because she couldn’t reach the floor, not by a long shot and she needed to go so, so bad.

Bad memory. Like touching a hot stove, she immediately forced herself to forget, to think of literally anything else.

She took a sip of her wine to distract herself, a truly bad idea as she immediately felt a pang in her bladder. Fuck. She’d already had quite a bit of wine while waiting for Kara, not mention all the coffee she’d had even before out of a nervous habit.

“Are you okay?” Her girlfriend’s concern shook her out of her ruminations.

“I’m stellar”, she replied, her voice coming out a bit pressed as she crossed her legs under the table. She took a deep breath.

It’s all in your head. You’ve been in worse situations. You can hold it.

“How was your day, darling?”, she asked instead, hoping to shift attention away from herself. Kara gave her a dramatic sigh. “It was torture, Lena!”

Lena chuckled. “Tell me about it.”

And Kara did. It was very strange how Lena used to hate people who couldn’t stop talking about themselves on dates, but as soon as Kara was talking, she had no intention of interrupting her. Just listening to her was enough to brighten a stressful day. The waiter stopped by their table – it was hard not feel a bit triumphant since he had been sending pitying glances over to Lena’s table while she was waiting, insisting that her date will show up any minute now – and they ordered. Kara heartily recommended their home-made elderflower sirup, and just to make her girlfriend beam at her she agreed to give it a try. It was teeth-rottingly sweet and even worse, it arrived in a tall glass, because apparently every item on the menu arrived in a portion large enough to feed a small family. She gulped down the glorified sugar water while pressing her thighs together.

She could just ask to use the bathroom. She should just excuse herself, it would be easy, she never had problems addressing her needs, why was it so difficult now?

“Hey, are you okay? You’ve been a bit squirmy...is the sirup that bad?”

She hadn’t noticed her discomfort was so obvious. She really needed to get a grip…

Get a hold of yourself. The memory reared its ugly head again, with flashes of her mother’s iron grip on her hand and an icy voice hissing at her to stop squirming, to sit like a proper lady, and to never ever interrupt like that again.

As hard as she tried to repress it, the common sense that told her to just go to the bathroom got drowned out in a chorus of don’t interrupt, don’t you dare interrupt, just hold it hold it hold it.

“I’m sorry”, Lena answered, her teeth gritted against a sudden wave of desperation. “I guess I’m just nervous.” The lie passed her lips with practised ease, and she immediately felt guilty. Even worse, Kara immediately accepted this.

“Rao, I’m so glad it wasn’t just me! I’ve been going insane for three days because I couldn’t wait to go on a date with you but I was also really nervous. Alex kept making fun of me because we’ve been going out for lunch for years, but it’s different now that you are my girlfriend.” She let out a giggle, and then added: “My girlfriend. I’ll never get tired of calling you that.”

Lena didn’t answer. She had to make a conscious effort to keep from holding herself with her hands. Somewhere far away she heard Kara talking. Lena tried to focus on her words, anything to keep herself grounded in reality, to stop herself from remembering. She didn’t want to relive the shameful warmth spreading through the seat of her pants -

A spurt. No, no, she must have imagined it. Lena Luthor didn’t wet herself, she had better control than that. She surreptitiously adjusted her seating position and froze. She could definitely feel wetness in her underwear. She swallowed, blanched.  This couldn’t be happening. A quick glance downward told her it didn’t show, yet. She desperately clenched her muscles. She had to keep from panicking. With a clear head, she would find a way out of this situation. She came from a family of geniuses, she couldn’t just sit there and wait until her bladder inevitably gave out.

She glanced around – thankfully the restaurant wasn’t very full today, or any day, really. Lena had the sneaking suspicion Kara was the only one keeping them in business. And in this moment, Lena was glad for it: At least nobody would see her sitting on her heel to try and keep from giving in to her desperate need. Her face burned in shame as she adjusted, trying to angle her leg correctly – the second she lifted herself off the seat, she could feel another spurt escaping, but this one didn’t stop. She immediately dropped back down, but it kept going, saturating her pants and the seat cushion below her. Four seconds later she managed to regain control, but the damage was already done, there was no way this mishap wouldn’t be visible to everyone as soon as she stood up.

She forced herself to take deep breaths. Maybe she could salvage this. If she could just hold on until they left, she could just cover the evidence of her leaks with her jacket – but it was midsummer, of course she didn’t bring a jacket. Desperation hit her in waves, made even worse by the feeling of her wet jeans clinging to her, reminding her of the helplessness of sitting on a chair that was far to big for her, the back of her skirt soaked and dripping onto the floor, silently imploring her brother to help her, and Lex regarding her with a warm, comforting smile and icy eyes before announcing to the table that little Lena had an accident.

She didn’t know whether it was the shame of the memory or the pain of holding it, but Lena couldn’t hold back a whimper as she lost another spurt. She clenched her thighs together as hard as she could, but she was leaking periodically now, the liquid gathering on top of her lap in a hot pool. Tears were gathering in her eyes. How pathetic and yet so in character for her to cry in front of Kara – oh God, Kara. She’d be disgusted, ashamed at being seen with a Luthor who couldn’t even hold her pee like a toddler…

“Lena? You’re worrying me.” A gentle voice, and an even gentler touch on her wrist spelled disaster for her. A jolt went through Lena’s body at the unexpected feeling, and without a warning her bladder let go completely. She could hear the muffled hissing of the stream hitting her jeans. And if Lena could hear it, that could only mean that Kara could as well…

“Are...are you peeing?”

Lena couldn’t hold her tears at bay anymore. She jerked her wrist away from Kara and buried her face in her hands, sobbing, not bearing to look at the disgust she was sure she’d see on her girlfriend’s face. Ex-girlfriend, she reminded herself. There was no way Kara would ever be able to look at her and see anything but a pathetic girl who pissed her pants because she didn’t dare to ask if she could be excused. And she was still going, helplessy peeing into her pants, and by now it was splattering onto the floor noisily. She couldn’t make it stop. Finally, after what felt like hours, the stream tapered off, leaving Lena sitting alone in her puddle. She didn’t move, she didn’t want to face the world. She hoped against hope that the ground would just swallow her up.

“Oh, Lena…”

Kara’s voice took her by surprise, she’d expected her to be gone by now.

“Are you okay? Are you sick?” There was a light touch on her forehead, as if trying to read her temperature, and the concern Kara showed her was all too much.

“Stop it!”, Lena hissed, turning to glare at Kara, who shrunk back into her seat. God, what was she doing, pushing Kara away like that even though she’d shown her nothing but care. Then again, she’d always been her own greatest saboteur.

“I’m not sick! I pissed myself because I’m a stupid, worthless -”

There was a burst of superspeed, and the next thing Lena knew was the feeling of soft, comforting arms around her.

“Shh, Lena. You’re not stupid, not at all. Accidents happen, baby. Let’s get you home, hm?”

Absently, she noted that she should probably be horrified at being talked down to like that. Still, as if the whole horrible ordeal had taken every ounce of her energy, she went pliant and let Kara lead her out of the restaurant and into an alley, cringing at the feeling of her heavy, soaked jeans rapidly cooling.

“Wait here, okay?”, Kara whispered to her, and in a flash, she was gone.

Gone.

Lena ran a hand through her hair. What now? The thought of her driver seeing her in this state was enough to make her feel sick, but the prospect of walking home in her soiled pants for everyone to see was even worse. She was just about to take out her phone when Kara reappeared in front of her.

“Don’t worry about Robert, he won’t tell a soul, he’s a good man. And I’m the one keeping his business afloat.”

Lena nodded dumbly, numb to everything happening to her. She felt spent and just wanted to hide in her apartment, never to be seen again.

“Come on, Lena, hold onto me.”

She realised what Kara was offering, and it was almost enough to make her cry all over again – offering to fly her home, despite everything that happened. Lena shook her head frantically. “I’m dirty...it’ll get all over you.”

“I don’t care”, Kara said, holding out her hand. Lena didn’t have the energy to refuse. She clung onto Kara as she felt her gently lift off the ground, closing her eyes and selfishly enjoying her embrace, the last she might ever share with Kara. Typical Kara, always putting others first. No wonder Lena had fallen for her as hard as she had. As they touched down on her balcony, Lena composed herself. She wanted to face their break-up with dignity – as much dignity as she could have in urine-stained pants and tear tracks on her cheeks. She let Kara guide her inside with a hand at the small of her back.

She closed her eyes. Best to get it over with.

“Thank you, Kara. I’ll be fine now. You can leave.”

“Leave? Do- do you want me to go?”

Lena scoffed. She couldn’t help it, lashing out had always been easier than being vulnerable.

“Don’t pretend like you want to stick around after what I did. After how I embarrassed you.”

“Lena, I’d never be embarrassed by you. You had an accident, they happen to everyone sometimes. I won’t leave because of that.”

Lena swallowed against the tightness in her throat. “I…”

She couldn’t find words for all her swirling, chaotic feelings.

“I need to get out of these clothes.”

“Yeah, me too”, Kara said and sheepishly glanced down at the wet spot Lena had left on her when they were flying.

“Why don’t you clean up in the shower while I zip home and put on some comfy pants. I’ll be back before you’re done.” Then, as if sensing Lena’s uncertainty, she added: “I promise.”

Lena peeled off her sodden pants and put them in the hamper, then she stepped into the shower. She forced herself to take her time in cleaning up, to get her mind out of fight or flight mode like she’d discussed with her therapist. They’d talked about her past, about flashbacks and anxiety attacks, but so far it had never seemed to help her in the middle of one. After an extensive shower she put on a new outfit, stepping into her living room and exhaling a breath of relief when she saw Kara, dressed in comfy sweatpants, sprawled out on the couch while some animated movie was playing on the TV. Her girlfriend – girlfriend! - lifted one edge of the comforter she had draped around herself in a silent invitation to join her. Without hesitation, Lena crawled onto the couch next to her and leaned against Kara’s shoulder.

“I’m-”, she began, but Kara shushed her.

“If the next word out of your mouth is sorry, I don’t want to hear it. We can talk about it later if you want to, but right now, I think you need some TLC.”

Lena agreed, and snuggled closer into her girlfriend, who in turn pressed a kiss against her temple. Lena relaxed and for the first time today, she let herself believe it was going to be okay.

[facepalming-since-chernobyl]

Why SC shippers are still pieces of crap, episode 249276187329432

So, Jeremy and Chris joked about MonWinn being married and here we have vultures having no lives. Or having lives, but focused on shitting on others because, guess what, they can’t be happy without it. 

Case, number 1

So what we have here? A bunch of homophobes? Last time I checked we KMs were all called like that, because we didn’t ship their precious crack ship, but here they have a problem with people shipping two guys. 

oh sure, Kara doesn’t do anything else just stares at Lena’s boobs, especially when she is TRAPPED IN A KRYPTONITE CAGE AND TORTURED BY LENA. I guess they ignore the tiny, tiny, tinyyyyyyyyy argument why we don’t ship SC - because Lena is a fucking TOXIC PIECE OF CRAP AND NO ONE SANE would ship Kara with her. As for people who scream about toxic ships and why it’s so wrong about shipping karamel or guardiancorp it’s quite amazing how they ignore their OWN FUCKING STANDARDS since season 3. So, what double standards, sweethearts???

Case 2

Here we can only pray I’m afraid, because the amount of shit these two people have in their brains is quite amazing.

Calling Mon-El “ex-slave” owner while stanning Lena is the best joke in SG fandom, too bad Scs are too dumb to realize the irony (maybe in some years, Rao knows). Also, saying that someone is a rapist, with basically zero evidences is one of the most disgusting shit you can say, but well - SC shipper, what to expec? It’s like saying that Lena killed homeless people to get the hearts she experimented on in s4, the problem is she murdered Adam and then Lex, so you can start to wonder :)

Case 3

Yeah, and they gave Lena a villain story, including enslaving people and aliens, raping (oops!) their minds, murdering them with cold blood and torturing the main hero of the show. Irony, again, especially because Mon-El created Legion in Kara’s memory and put a COMET on the Legion rings. While Lena TORTURED Kara and wanted to made her a robot. 

Case 4

The hypocrisy is that for YEARS now SCs have been moaning how disgusting we are for shipping Karamel, how we can’t do it, how much we can screw ourselves with our “ex-slave rapist white privileged fuck boy”, how Karamel is over party blah blah, while HATING ON ACTORS for basically breathing and sending them DEATH THREATS and other shit and they say we are mad because they ship Kara and Lena - look at my dead body rolling on the floor, crying from laughter. Woot, woot!

Case 5

Is Sc/Lena fandom going to call Melissa homophobe again? Call her a whore? Send her and Jeremy death threats? Try to make their career flop? Cancel almost whole SG cast for calling their ship FRIENDS like they are in the canon? Made fun of real life relationship? Because oh boy, do we really want to come back to sweet SDCC17 where SC fandom showed the most disgusting face of the fandom?

Case 6

Oh look, real representation fighters have spoken, because they know shit! Bow to the queens and kings, guys! And awwwww, they allowed us to ship mm ships! We are soooo fucking thankful! Like I don;t know, should we sent them baskets with fruits? Roses? Unicorns???? 

Once again, why we think SC is so toxic? Lena just tortured Kara with kryptonite, manipulated her for months, plotted revange, shot her with misseles, yelled at her, accused of doing shit, produced kryptonite, lied, manupualted blah, blah, I mean, relationship goals???

Case 6 continues

*Takes a deep breath*

*Laughs like a mad hyena*

*calms down*

*nope, laughs more*

Ok, so here we have the example of the hmmm, shippers who... ship two, white, so far straight, privileged, WHITE, hot, young, pretty woman, who so far are not representation, ignoring TWO canon lesbian couples (SS and AK) in favor of their delusional white bread? :)))) Also, friendly reminder that, both Alex love interests were POC characters - real representation. Plus, Lena’s two male LI were POC guys who were horribly hated by basically whole SC fandom, so what? Following this amazing logic of the idiots above, scs are racists?

And, no matter how many times I said I ship/like/support SS or AL I have heard it doesn’t matter, I’m still a homophobe, so you can’t win as long as you are not SC, huh?

But to sum up, let me say that fucking once.

SCS, do you know why we don’t ship Lena and Kara? Why a lot of us want to throw up every time we see Snowflake Luthor’s face on our screens? Why we don’t give a FLYING fuck about her privileged white ass? No, it’s not because we are homophobes - sorry to dissapoint you. You know why? It���s because of YOU :)

Yes, you and your constant fucking moaning about how Mon-El was a rapist, fuck boy, toxic piece of crap everywhere, under every SG official account and post, in our fucking tags, under ACTORS’ posts on twitter and instagram, while your fave piece of crap has done 100 times worse shit than he ever thought about doing.

You and your constant bitching about karamel being toxic and a bad example for little girls, while your fucking ship is made of a main hero of the show that you treat like a shit, becasue she “betrayed” (HA HA HA HA for repsecting the main character of the show) your precious murderous, toxic, slave owning, abusive idiot, who TORTURED, YES TORTURED Kara FOR KEEPING A SECRET.

You and your fucking “joking” about meltie, body shaming actors, shitting on every male character who is an obstacle for your shit, harassing cast, producers and writers to get your ship, bullying actors out of the show and CELEBRATING IT, bashing people, KIDS!, for liking something else than you. For doing and posting such disgusting shit that I can’t fucking believe someone with one decent cell in a body could have done that.

You know what you did? Every time I see someone with an avatar of Katie/Lena I immediatelly suspect this person is a piece of crap. Every time I see SC scene, gif or a post I’m disgusted. Not because it’s a ship made of two women, but because I associate that with a constanf fucking BULLYING and other disgusting shit I have been seeing for the past 3 years. 

And you know why we ship MonWinn? Listen, because this is going to be a surprise of your lives- because we want our fave characters to be happy, you fucking morons. Got it? Or do I need to draw you a fucking comic book, because I suspect reading is too advanced for you all.

And now you can go fuck yourselves, because this and hating on others is the only thing that keep you alive. Without it you have no fucking idea what to do. What is absolutely HILARIOUS. And the fact you think we call you delusional, because of shipping SC. Nah, you are delusional because you think that after THREE FUCKING YEARS of you harassing and molesting whole SG crew and other fandoms, you are going to get your ship. 

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T. P. Gets a Costume

T. P. celebrates his first Halloween by getting an unplanned costume from his Aunt Alex and Aunt Maggie. You can find the original T. P. story here.

You can find this one on Ao3 here.

Kara looked around the apartment and admired her well spent hour of decorating. The apartment was adorned with styrofoam tombstones. An obscene amount of spider webs hung in the corners and over most surfaces. She had strung green, purple, and orange lights across the ceiling and along the bar. A bowl of candy waited by the door although Lena said she had never gotten trick-or-treaters at her apartment. Kara thought it wouldn’t hurt to have it, just in case.

The caterers had already delivered most of the food and she had it all laid out on the dining room table, buffet style for the guests. Lena was supposed to pick up the last odds and ends for the party and be here soon. Kara did not know if she was more excited for the party or to finally see Lena. She smiled at herself as she fanned out the goofy halloween napkins at the corner of the table. She knew her answer was to see Lena. It had been almost five days since they were last together. Supergirl duties and L-Corp board members had stubbornly stood in their way but tonight they had tried to ensure that they would have at least this one night off together.

They had been discussing several different ideas for costumes for the party for weeks. They went back and forth on several options, only considering costumes that they could do together and with T. P. since it was his first Halloween. Their back-and-forth discussion had gotten them nowhere because Lena could not settle on what she thought was appropriate but fun. Kara had finally told her to pick something for the three of them, that she would be perfectly fine with whatever Lena decided would be best for the party. Kara found it endearing that Lena cared so much about these things but in a way it made sense. Lena had never had the chance to experience Halloween like a “normal” kid, something even Kara had gotten during adolescence, and she had put a lot of effort into the festivities these past three years.

The doorbell rang and T. P. jumped from his place on the couch, barking excitedly as he ran to the door. He was going to be in his element with an apartment full of people fawning over him all night.

Kara used her x-ray vision and saw Alex and Maggie on the other side. “T. P.! It’s your Aunt Alex and Aunt Maggie!”

T. P. barked some more as he pawed softly at the door. When Kara reached for the handle he ran in a circle around her feet a few times, barking on each spin.

She opened the door and it took all of two nanoseconds to pick up on the state Alex and Maggie were in. “I can’t believe you two are already drunk! You were supposed to help us with everything!”

“We can still...help.” Alex bit her lip as she swayed on the spot and Maggie waved innocently, trying to keep Alex up right with the other hand. “And we brought booze!”

Kara rolled her eyes and took the case of beer from Alex. “Sure you can. Why don’t you two ‘help’ from the couch so you don’t mess anything up. Wait, where are your costumes?”

Maggie patted Alex’s purse as an answer. T. P. continued to run around their legs as they moved into the living room, barking for their attention, and Alex grabbed two beers out of the case before Kara could swing it out of her reach. She tossed one to Maggie who, somehow in her drunken state, caught it but barely. Kara felt her heart plummet into her stomach at the sight of the bottle flying through the air.

“Sit while I finish up in the kitchen,” she pleaded. “Just sit and don’t touch anything.”

Alex and Maggie both mocked Kara’s instructions but flopped down on the couch with T. P. nonetheless.

Lena practically fell into the apartment ten minutes later, laden with shopping bags. She dropped some of them as she tried to shut the door behind her. “Could you two maybe help me?”

Maggie peered over the couch with a large, lopsided smile. “We’re not allowed to leave the couch. Apparently we’re grounded...”

“Why aren’t you allowed–”

All of a sudden, Alex’s head popped up over the back of the couch, like a meerkat, and she released a surprised gasp like they all had not been expecting Lena to show up. “Lena! I missed you!”

Lena rolled her eyes but laughed. “You’re drunk. That explains it.”

Kara walked into the room and smiled at the sight of her fiancée. “Hey you.” She pushed the rest of the bags out of Lena’s hands and took her into her arms. She picked Lena up from the floor and squeezed her tightly.

“I love you two,” Maggie said dreamily.

“You are the best moms,” Alex added.

Lena laughed again at them as Kara returned her to the ground. She picked up as many of the bags as she could and shook her head at the family she had adopted and come to love.

Kara grabbed the remaining bags and followed Lena to the kitchen. “Stay,” she instructed at Alex and Maggie.

Both drunk women put on pouts and sighed.

“How’d we get strict moms?” Maggie asked as she turned around.

“Yeah, you’re worse than our actual mom, sis!”

Kara put the grocery bags in the kitchen and then followed Lena into the bedroom to see what was in the other bags.

“I hope you like the costumes I ordered,” Lena said as she pulled them out and laid them on the bed. “I think I got the right sizes for you.”

Kara joined her at the foot of the bed and could not help but bellow out at what she found there.

“It’s from that game you and Alex like to play. Is that okay?” Lena asked, her happiness faltering as she misattributed Kara’s laugh at the costumes to her inability to make a decision about what they would wear. “I figured they’d be comfortable and we’d all match.”

“It is absolutely perfect.” Kara leaned in and pressed her lips to Lena’s collarbone. “Just like you.”

Lena hummed. She wrapped her arms around Kara and they swayed softly in one another’s arms, their bodies pressed as tightly as they could be. “I can’t believe this is the first time we’ve been alone in forever.” The sound of a glass bottle shattering against the kitchen floor and Alex and Maggie’s laughter interrupted the moment. They both looked to the door and then started laughing themselves. “Well, somewhat alone.”

Their situation did not stop Kara from doing to Lena what she had been craving for days. “So if we are semi-alone does that mean we can only semi do...stuff?” she asked as her lips found their way past the buttons of Lena’s blouse.

“People are going to start arriving in a few minutes and we still need to finish setting the food out.” She pulled herself from Kara’s arms and unfolded her costume.

Kara was not satisfied with that answer. She wrapped her arms around Lena once more from behind and this time let her palms tantalizing trace the ‘v’ of Lena’s hips down to her thighs. “Well I could always do that thing that you like that doesn’t take very long...”

Lena huffed out a strangle breath and then moaned as she tossed her head back against Kara’s shoulder. She let her hands cover Kara’s and interlocked their fingers. “Then get to it.”

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“I never thought someone could look so sexy in overalls,” Kara said as she leaned back on the bed. She already had her costume on and was watching Lena put the finishing touches on her own.

Lena winked as she put on her green hat. “Back at ya.”

“Let’s just stay in here. Who cares about the party anyway?” Kara groaned and grabbed Lena’s hips again, pulling her towards the bed.

“Behave yourself,” Lena chastised her as she shimmied out of her grip. “A drunk Alex and Maggie have already been loose in the apartment for nearly twenty minutes now. Do you really dare to leave them out there much longer?”

“You’re right. But we’re kicking everyone out of this apartment at a decent hour so that I can have you all to myself.”

“You got it...red video game...person.”

Kara’s eyes fluttered in playful annoyance. “Mario. And you are Luigi. I can’t believe your parents could have literally bought the world for you and they never got you and Lex a Nintendo.”

Lena laughed. “You really think it would have been becoming of a Luthor to sit in a room and play video games?”

“Yeah, I guess not. Sometimes I think you are more the alien than me about stuff like this.”

“I hope T. P. fits in his mushroom costume,” Lena said as she pulled it out of the bag, ignoring Kara’s playful jab.

“Toad.”

“Toad?”

“That’s the character T. P. will be.”

“Oh. Toad, then. Do you think this is big enough?”

“He’ll fit,” Kara said as she smoothed her mustache down. “You ready?”

Lena laughed at the sight. “You will take off the mustache before we...” She raised an eyebrow as a way of finishing the sentence.

“What? You don’t like?” Kara asked as she opened the door.

“I prefer you without it.”

At the sight of Kara coming out of the bedroom, Alex and Maggie, who were clearly up to no good at the coffee table, quickly came together to hide whatever they had been doing. They both started to drunkenly giggle, banging their shoulders into one another in an effort to get the other one to stop.

Kara narrowed her eyes. She barely trusted Alex and Maggie alone without alcohol, but drunk there was no telling what the two could get into. “What have you two done?”

Lena came out of the bedroom with her hair and hat finally pinned to her liking. She had taken the tags off of T. P.’s costume and held the two pieces in her hand. “Where’s T. P.?”

Alex and Maggie’s giggles were now out of control.

Alex was able to somewhat reign herself in after a moment and got out a very slurred, “T. P. already has a costume.”

“What?” Kara and Lena said at the same time.

Maggie stepped aside and showed them their handy work. T. P., who was completely wrapped in toilet paper, barked from his place on the coffee table.

“Oh, Rao. Alex!” Kara groaned, causing another fit of laughter from the two drunken masterminds.

Lena, who was completely oblivious, frowned. “But a mummy doesn’t match our costumes.”

“He’s not a mummy,” Maggie giggled. “T. P. got TP’ed.”

This sent Alex to floor, clutching her sides as her laugh echoed through the apartment. Maggie was quick to join her on the floor. T. P. did too, barking happily at his two aunts’ antics.

“I don’t get it,” Lena said.

Kara had already started laughing at the whole situation. Lena’s confusion only added to the humor. “I’ll explain it later,” she said as the doorbell rung and the first of their guests arrived.

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Antis: make blogs entitled f/u/ck/ye$k@r@mel and d@ily-m0/nel just to hate on the ship and the character

Antis: deliberately go through ship tags to find posts and add hateful comments

Antis: YOU are INVADING us in OUR CORNER of the fandom. How DARE you ship this ship. CLEARLY you condone abuse just because this (CANON) ship is my NoTP. YOU are ruining Supergirl.

Maybe… stay… on your own side of the fandom… and let us live our lives? Also, arguments are not abuse? Oh, he attacked her in a confused stupor after waking from a coma. Oh, he's trying to better himself and unlearn toxic internalized beliefs and earn the privilege of being at her side. What a terrible person.

He's been abused by his mother for much of his life (and look me in the eye and tell me Rhea, who murdered her husband in cold blood and was ready to lock her son in a cell for four years without warning, both times for speaking out against her, is not an abuser) and yet any time he shows symptoms of having come out of that environment, any time he (Rao forbid!) needs comfort or encouragement or even just a hand up, you take it as a sign that he's making Kara fix him.

Oh no, he lied about the identity of his parents (one of whom was his abuser) to Kara after she expressed disgust for the Prince without knowing she was talking to the Prince based on status alone. Especially after his mother confirmed he's probably been denied affection for most of his childhood, and may or may not have trouble with forming attachment to people correctly (i.e. a fear of abandonment he's shown more than once).

And then he came to her, apologized, and took her words that she no longer wanted anything to do with him without anger or even protest.

The only thing I don't have an argument for, really, is that he presumably owned slaves… and yet, in an environment where that was normalized throughout his childhood. He spoke out against Rhea, Lar Gand, and the way things had been on Daxam. About the person he'd used to be and how terrible he was. Really, what more proof do you need that he's changing for the better?