#nor will i be relaying to yall which one they said it was

[gibbearish]

found a clip! i did in fact misremember large parts of this so my apologies, differences of note:

- there are indeed a lot more jokes scattered through the whole thing and its not given near as much weight as i remembered, however i would argue that within the language of the show it is still given more than usual. like, the laugh track does at least. yknow. stop sometimes. which for this show is basically dead serious

- i stand by what i said about this being the only clever schrodinger's cat reference ive seen. bc like, while they do very much do Haha Weird Guy Say Big Words And Miss Social Cues about it, its also like, not just. a ghost cat. or a skeleton cat. or a zombie cat. or a quantum cat. or really just any kind of cat that is in some way both alive and dead at the same time, or perhaps in a box of some sort. i dont think anyone even said the word cat, just that technobabble about quantum physics. they took the concept behind schrodinger's cat, did something interesting with it, and trusted the audience to be familiar with what theyre referring to. its a refreshing change in a sea of undead cats, even with the bits i mentally blocked out added back in.

- that being said, one of the bits i appear to have blocked out is how annoying sheldon is here, and i am going to continue doing so. #choose ignorance

- there werent really "negative" versions of the letter, theyre all bittersweet, some just lean more bitter than sweet.

that all being said, i think it does still hold up well enough for what i said to continue standing. specifically, howard directly says at the end of the scene that he doesn't want to know which one is the truth because he wants them all to be true. hey, remember that thing i said about the audience being left wanting while howard is happy not knowing? anyways, totally unrelated, when i went to go find this clip, the very first link i got was to a reddit post being like look if you zoom in on the letter in previous scenes you can read it!! we solved which version is true!!!!!

left wanting indeed, it seems.

i hate that the big bang theory has so much potential. like there are some really good moments and jokes buried in there but you have to sift through So much shit to actually get to it

[thisdreamplace]

hey guys !! im back but still not as active as before. im very busy with life and putting my own journey at the forefront of my life. :)

just wanted to say i want to go in a bit of a different direction with this blog now that ive been away, i had time to reflect on what feels right to me. i contemplated leaving this blog because i didnt like the direction it felt to be going in, but i found a solution so that i can still be happy here, still help yall (which i truly do love to do !!), but also allowing me to stay true to who i am and my perspective on this journey.

at the end of the day, the law isnt a technique. theres no affirmation or SATS session or anything else thats going to save you. YOU have to save YOU. can these tools help you ? absolutely. but you have to realize theres no one to change but self — we use these tools to change us. not the 3D. the law isnt a quick fix — its a lifestyle.

as i was away, i strengthened my understanding of the law and what works best for me and so that’s what i will relay on this blog. my only focus is self:

“all is within”

on this blog, we practice the art of imagining because we know imagining creates reality. we are willing to put our victimhood aside and step up to the plate with full responsibility as creators of our reality. imagining creates reality — and if you truly know this and accept it as true, then you will not waste moments actively choosing to imagine undesirably. of course we slip up, we’re human. but we choose the best for ourselves as long as we remember to. we get up again and we persist — we dont give up on ourselves and we choose the new story for ourselves. we arent victims, we are victors. no more settling for less in our minds. we can have anything we want if we are willing to change our minds.

as for asks and DMs, i do have some new guidelines. im most likely not going to be answering asks that have been asked to other blogs because you only need one answer. so if i see someone else has answered the same ask, please understand. i will not be answering asks about techniques, you can check my technique tag which has tons of technique questions archived. you will definitely find the answer to your question there. like i said, it doesnt matter what technique you use. theres no perfect technique. the only thing that matters is changing self. if you refuse to change self — nothing will ever help you.

im not a teacher of the law nor a coach — at the end of the day im just like yall. everything i learned i learned from the resources i share with yall. i just love the law, i understand the concepts and i love helping yall understand them too. but at the end of the day we’re ALL masters at the art of imagining.

i really appreciate the law as a lifestyle, as a daily practice to change self and become who you want to be. which in turn, brings you the experiences you want to experience. it brings me joy to appreciate the law in this way — so i hope all that have been on this journey with me this far can enjoy the new feel of my blog !!

💖🌈💫🌺

[iotaarcane]

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BUSY BLOW TORCHING DABS

Door doesn’t open it glides on rails like the entrance impales tracks leave scabs

They pick at them like a flurry of energy inertly imperil and in peril while sterile the enemy isn’t at his post busy blow torching dabs

Laughing gas to a mass of brain cells that might as well been in cell or for sale to sell for the fact of not being usable like loud theater patrons at musical

Stomping footsteps upsets the stairwell, Hercule as security

picks you up and while airborne you get the farewell.

A good bye of sorts a great try physically the body with a little help contorts but spiritually its dormant in hibernation protected in a fort.  The outside winds set him to the maximum miles per hour bumping over the welts.   Swelling is mainstream never go underground.  A golf club waving at lightning

A day filled with bad decisions.   A perfect life a nocturnal health freak who is slowing dying because of the hours he choose to sleep.  North of the sauna lives out of water a piranha gills with chankla….  Flip flop the hip hop to this mantra….   They got Bin Laden but the tomatoes slices cut au gratin and their insides just by general principal all rotten every good deed all but forgotten.

They attempted because it looked great on camera to have caughten Sadam but the madam of the ministry secretly had  many a body double dangling feet from noose corpse of course wasn’t who they thought they had bad DNA tests fail when not given. You’ll just straight believe without any thought or thinking in a closed space trying to identify who is stinking. This planet in that galaxy is sinking below where it once orbited and your whole existence is defined of what you afforded how toxins are absorbed y’all point the finger iota morbid.

As blood dripping on everything like a loop of hemoglobin training goblins to run tasks on apps.  Hairless ape with only a little fur missing - hand and the wrist  slice is still fresh magenta pink placenta veiny underwent chef prep,  impractical to prevent a story to end like this begin as it went, we muster the emotion to climb street curb like step, tentacle suction cup girlfriend tales like cotton swab on bunny ear manifesto.  One piece bikini transacting - posts no bill.  Open register the creditor turned into a collector, an editorial of breadwinner meanwhile back in the western hemisphere sky is too clear - cuts retina sundries colander fluid filter an array of enemies attacked the command post.  The mid morning foray angrily adjusted.  You could totally notice the moment the ward went kaleidoscope twist 33 degree.  As the crow fly viewpoint saw the west wing extend and to what seems like an elbow bend but they aint drinking consuming much of nothing except orders from the chief who dictates the whereabouts and you gotta be down cannot have doubts they don’t come in shouts - illest hand signals in the game it’s an artistic beauty to see the tic for tac counterattack he who gets the most vagina must be the Mack.  Diesel easel drawer no undies they were left in dresser drawer and if it don’t work out oh no the lawyer is not pro bono yet the retainer fixed the teeth apprehended the beef no more issues.

Him whose piss poor planning continues will be facing the sultry seductress Miss Hughes 4 feet 6 shoes opposite of the elephant of Hindus infamous for the pop ins on miscues So real was breakfast cereal mammal sauce from cashews.   Nipple hula hoop sports car aficionado drop top in the coupe where they kept the chickens.   Jumpy trampoline mouth fortune reader foreseen vulgar obscene potty lips unclean that contingency of the attorney of where wonder land on a poca dot which marks the spot.  Accuracy solar hot, lift off broke apart space shuttle heat pads over hot not matter if they were chosen or not.  Nudity not as bad as could be frontal, wide opening little exit funnel so many come backs you can’t shoot down every rebuttal.  We double as secret agents where birds are fowl and flagrant evil as the vortex in control of this spaceship.  I got it plannded see use that ladder granted to climb into the zoo – carefully pinpoint were from the top we landed snag a handful thus huck right between their eyes candid close to the nose as possible rancid so they go crazy - ape shit

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++NOTHING and LIKE it

You’ll get nothing and like it. No matter how much you despite it.

Like you wanted that new whip but you were too good for the bus so you bike it. 

Like it ever mattered – your best bud did the same inebriated on the way home dump truck made him splattered we identified the body basically because only thing left the t-shirt he wore that night tattered.   I want a hamburger – with a vegan patty in the current state of Armageddon it doesn’t look good brethren Xnational that’s why I rock the same hairdo as a Tibetan.  No a cheese burger yall overreacting on this meat is murder so is a relentless ethic of work especially when exhausted and it hurt. We’ve been threatened by a heavy weapon.  I was reading about Reagan and outline seems Pagan that’s as good for you as dippin Copenhagen spittin telling the surgeon do not beckon the question I love when my gummies are redden.  Cancer of the embouchure is more than a Horoscope sign I concur.   I want a hot dog.  Smothered in mustard covered in meat trimmings ground up chemicals as the fixings.  Bought my rhymes with a great bargain from Groupon.  Even added a discount photoshopped counterfeit coupon. Creating to the beat the loops on.  I don’t know is a Bentley a Rolls Royce because in the back seat the window lowered and I was offered grey poupon do you happen to have another choice.  Already had condiments on my weenie.  Get off my computer don’t you dare peep my documents.  My sentiments exactly the conference in regards to arguments approximates Many inter-nationalities at least 3 continents. Ancestor occupants with these words I’m a biochemist marketing guerrillas in the midst of this mist.  We the tapestry of ornaments via the internets correspondents it’s like I’m studied on my own no paperwork to show my doctorate of rocking it.  I want a milkshake mixed extra thick so it actually improves my life.  Massacre in the streets.  Soul gets fasten to the beats.  Emotion in a drum pattern.  Puts the spirit at ease changes lives makes memories.  We reminisce lacking candor look back in retrospect kinesis situational intensity convince myths as the centripetal force drifts making you cause conflicts with the dame you caressed whose early departure has you dismissed flailing arms is a fit temper tantrum get nothing and like it anthem in this for the marathon and beyond whereupon such a large portion of our population is related to Genghis Khan.  What was going on?  Mating a savage motivation bondage of ancestral astral projections.  In a succession of going with aggression. Talking too much now I’m a witness to this confession.  I didn’t want to know that nor should you want to share it - in your heart bear with it. I need to check up on what era that was. I want potato chips crisper than a whisper in a dark room embracing solitude twiddling a whisker brisker than podcast radio transistor, he was very bad only did one movie but he was a fister, turned that lifestyle around and became a wonderful listener, except after he kissed her, she fiddled his zipper, polished half handle of liquor, hand cuffs cutoff circulation like a prisoner, as she moved towards his waistline she announced OK noodle, his phone screen lit up he couldn’t get up - his unit wouldn’t get up, Here is the kicker, she addressed yours is so much pinker, than red shade of a swisher, Oh yes it is sir right when she was about to go to town cell phone screen with the rear camera face down accessed a video Oh yes Mister Fisher.  Vid featuring a debutante with oily wrist smash grab a sphincter.   Homegirl peeped it out the corner of her eye.  Jeez Louise Guy, you think she liked it, those are screams of terror why did you video tape and mic it?  Payback is real He said no no stop she said you will get nothing and like it.

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Bloop Didn't Match Bleep

Flat line monitor they filed with the manufacturer to get truth because bloop didn’t match bleep

Was she dead or deep asleep it takes a large leap of courage to surpass milestones when laid out flat on  back thick as a board bright as feather totally do laps passing my stone counting per mile our style lashes out flashes of the bang - boom go sky.  They hope when it’s over something changes dramatically like a star fall macho man bar brawl telekinetic script to anyone one whom you bonded importance of existence is something you cannot deny.  

Fly by the seat of pants, advance like cash flow, difficult to rap slow, I wanna run it like you need it get roller pinned and kneaded, Hebrew jui-jitsu submission look at what his knee did.  Star of David on his playlist we turning off tech on Satur no matter bribery or how you flatter your condolences belated along with ski masks raided should of seen them coming the porch was shaded driveway isolated doctrine confirmed over something we traded urine peptide beaker foggy but perplex this –  His best amigo did too much acid like amino so when he was at cathouse heard a whore moan he could only cognate behavior to influence mood balanced hormone as the counterpoint feline payment never transacted fee to wait in line.   What skill or excellences are you pursuing how can you portray without any cueing.  Hit your marks.  Spit in pitch black fire mouth out sparks.  

It’s your energy that relay tend to take opposition and sway.  Assists their dishin’ drug addicts spinning to get spun on a mission in addition to addiction they act like they don’t lie this is no audition you’re grown why you want permission to ruin your life You see in LA a Bruin cub a forty niner in Long Beach data gets scrubbed unit information placed out of reach.   Look what the cat drug in, breeze blew in you could have been somebody a shoo in.  Migrated to Peru in a mobile pyramid amongst doubters, its like the shouters are first with inside out lower lip pouters claim to be ballers all they are is browsers knickerbockers shirtless with trousers waving a give me a freebie voucher so I roll with moon howlers now does this overwhelm like towers stimulates give us powers of the third kind and our encounters.  

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Gun Laws

-  No fun wit dem laws especially when encountering rough edges grainy surface with gun laws

-  The cause is mass hysteria because amendments put both sides into a predicament

-  Wing of the Eagle into action Xnational Activist after a sour apple up spring the people Active Fist raised above the forehead concurrently nobody wants more dead.

-  Not even the gunman but what about that run in my states Capitol Sacramento

-  Odd… Cell phone is not a weapon 20 trigger pulls the Police can act like a beast, On tempo protest Florida mad man rampaged blood everywhere escorted in handcuffs away facial expression wonder struck departed campus quad

-  Dem our rights in dat bill but that bill was proclaimed before our land fell ill Overdose of fluoride oxygen intoxicants horrible supplements processed food and diabetes from too much sugar in condiments

-  Now to fix your country don’t be chicken like poultry spend love to arrange a redeeming elixir

- This is precise calculation when you are overcrowded too many people in population the hypertension trying to keep up with what you commercially demonstrating sort of like an exchange of demon trading evil for evil soul grasp tool sickle--- Concise to arbitration overcrowded too many people in population the hypertension trying to keep up with what you commercially demonstrating sort of like is regal viper fang retention seek help contemplating like gleaming shovel off moonshine fickle.  

-  Everything even your status is the status materialism is the apparatus zero the sum on the abacus but yet the ability to function not be bullied or tempted to destroy yourself or others can be uncontrollable

-  Mental health doesn’t have a look so why they judge based on the cover texture ink print of book

-  No civilian needs an automatic machine gun.  Home protection can be accomplished with 20 gauge is plenty.  

- There are more guns in the US than people.  So agree with March for our lives.  I disagree with anything I’m not feeling and if we all could be a Democracy and meet in the middle we all should be fine with the compromise.

- First person liver body organ problem corking, ostrich keeping dome piece dipped into land chunks hoping not to get things out of proportion

-  News was sidetracked Porn Star had protection less sex with President along with a dry cleaner hanger abortion clinic minute men attacking those who look immigrated

- It’s a circle of blood you been initiated.  We do not exist in a dystopia but these large organizations can paint whatever portrait they want to fit into an agenda

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++You Can Be Anything

You are where you at in fact you could go where you want to be and you can be anything

So easy to feel like nothing complain and become doubtful with a mouthful of evil they walk in a horrible path of negativity and self-destruction same time place continuum hurting others while they just trying to get through the same as you do.  What is this reasoning?  Who created the outline?  Why if I don’t play ball can’t I get a pass down on the baseline? Appeasing you either got to be a mover and shaker or to the sideline your thrown and labeled a space waster.  Money identifies so much.  Status class how your friends and family eat continuous and fast.  Totally empty posthumous till those on top of the power structure find those beneath humorous.  Better teeth greater smile success is subjective.  I took the elective to be me why don’t you be you. Underneath all the bogus ideas and understandings  I breathe near the 14th of the month only to inhale and not exhale for another 30.  If you do business justified you can really be wealthy if you lied play dirty. Landing around the 5th I derail in a matter of moments look sick and pale living again for less than allowed.  Now the natural lines in my face is  scowled. I want to be an xnational not into whats in or rational I’ve never admired reality TV or what is force fed to me. The world is very fluid with whats not allowed how you make your bread and weather you get a box or become dust when dead.  They never said it would be like this but they never stated it wouldn’t or couldn’t I’m tired of the chosen getting a vote I never balloted giving me basically 2 options on major decisions unanimously untalented more than perfected for the future while living slithering past the masses until something so major happens to a loved one a ugly ungloved one frozen in the headline archived content someplace indefinite it is about time.  Dig through scorched Earth.   Charred ground far fewer giblets in the stew to see self in mirror the spoon is wooden and sipping left a splinter too difficult to survive this nuclear winter.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++To Get Bye

Chatted with an annoying carcass inverted in Caracas on an apparatus and we agreed about this

You’re all I need to get buy

-  The voice don’t know but like a bass line I record in mono Remember before I kissed a girl I got mononucleosis and this in general gave me a neurosis if I haven’t kissed how the heck did I get mono

-  Punctuality arriving pronto seconds click nimble with the fingertips pulling a combo characterized in metabolic state ketosis

-  Fasting near or around roses favorite floral Lotus.  To get by stay fly no aeronautics my aerobics consists of verbal trampoline pounce the guardrail carine upon the jet strip Don’t Trip.

-  Landing gear engaged to get by clearance from the air traffic controller, just this style is me high roller tip toeing soldier avoiding ebola maintain employment meeting or exceeding quota.

-  To get buy you need straight cash homie loads and loaves of bread cheddar or whatever Hamilton greenbacks, paper guap of franklin will do

-  To get by Your Blessing will be thee necessity sky beautiful.   Open heart to keep it plain and simple more than the crease unfolding the ripple

-  To get by clean water fresh air healthy food the ability to create mobility infinitely friends family meditation agility stretching.

-  Concept of these scriptures stacks all the to the back of literature willingness be the finesse all this and that’s success

-  To get by why try easier to complain make it artificial cause others through the tidal waves stress and strain

- Sitting on your knees sneaker heels tap the back of your button ups Long Barrel at temple.  Imagine the thoughts before you’re executed.   That process of it’s over.  Can you fanaggle?   Use communication for survival last chance come at them sideways like a tooth that snaggle

-  This snag will either end your current existence begin into a newish dimension an entrance how did these doors swing open? Never let them see you moping. Laugh in the face danger many elements to this for coping.

-   Change is a guarantee and you can’t get much of anything so constant.  Who can adapt the fastest?   Chip up as soon as society is cashless.  Global position the system while mapless.  I’m going to flow more rap less.

-  Concubine colorful sword edge dull, The Ktown market I copped it at in the China shop bull.     Tea party porcelain porcupine alarm module.

-  iota needs some soda caramel color cola so the bubbles can fix my upset tummy stay scummy my friend is a sin and not funny Lowest on totem pole that explains the mischievous grin

-  Never find work attitude be the jerk stay going bizerk at the store with the clerk make it impossible for them to accomplish the mish undertone a smirk relentless and abscessed until they fail find out it all evolved from silly little games your repercussions wrong answer given to test

-   Well rounded knew how art felt, Chemicals were spilt and the fumes of the 2nd story would melt.  Heartfelt never dealt a hand like that patience is all precious up til you are the doctors patients and he truly evil terrorize a boll weevil wore wild long tail lab coat crazy colors of crayon except no cotton all rayon and he would lay on the guilt deprive of medication till the truly ugly wanted to be killed subconsciously the whispers You’re all I need to get by…..

[theragingthespian]

part seven of my never ending attempt to bring krypto on the show

anonymous said: For Krypto! Headcannons, does Clark ever get his act together and visit with Kara/Krypto/Lena?

i am going to pretend i have thought of this before

it’s a few months later into it, a few months of getting the routine down, a few months of waking up to krypto’s nose poking into her cheek and teeth nibbling at her clothes when clark comes down for a visit

and oh, kara knows there’s issues-issues, it’s easier to call it that, something little, something manageable than what she actually thinks which is more along the lines of why did you leave me, why did you leave him- but she still gets excited at the thought of him visiting

alex and lena share a look. they do not tell her what this look means.

trust her, she asks. they remain silent on the issue

when he finally slips through the window, it’s not quite how she imagined it

it’s not big hugs, embraces that take her off her feet as krypto pops happily around them

it’s, oh, it’s awkward

krypto huddles around her legs in a display of wariness and oddly enough, protectiveness

if kara decides then and there that he gets extras tonight, well hypothetically if it happens, lena doesn’t say anything about it

it takes some coaxing- a trip to the park, actually- but krypto comes around

clark throws the ball for him and she swears, she swears krypto is intentionally being hard to get along with when he won’t let go of the ball whenever clark goes to reach for it

krypto’s chasing after a poor squirrel- kara hopes it’s alright, her and krypto have had this talk five times about what’s okay to eat and what’s not- when clark says you two fit well together

 a part of kara thinks maybe he and krypto would’ve too, if given the chance. the more selfish? is it selfish? part of her is glad it turned out this way, thinks yes, they do

he reminds you of krypton?

kara hates how he talks about krypton sometimes

at first, he steered clear of any talk of it. she was too young, too i don’t have a purpose at first to push much of anything

it wasn’t until she was older, until they hadn’t seen each other but a few times each year when he started speaking of it. always assumptions, always relayed to him through what he learned in the fortress

it was correct of course, but it wasn’t krypton. it wasn’t buildings so high that she remembers her muscles pulling from having to crane back her neck so far. it wasn’t colors that words fall short of describing. it wasn’t music so soft, and oh, were the melodies haunting or do they just haunt her?

but she thinks of the few glimpses she got of krypto on krypton, hustled away as jor-el tried test after test until suddenly, krypto wasn’t there. and then, neither was she

no, she says. because krypto is everything she’s done right. krypto is warm mornings shared with lena as they huddle close and ignore obligations for just five minutes more, please. is alex and maggie curled close on the floor, making faces at krypto to get him to bark as he bounces back and forth between them. krypto is a partner high in the sky, sweeping through clouds. they couldn’t have done that on krypton. no, she repeats

anonymous said: Some Krypto headcannons involving him being hurt or losing his powers?

how bout just losing powers because i am soft and cry easily

everyone does their share of work to keep him from the fighting, but that, that does not stop him when he hears kara’s shout over the comms right before it fizzles out

everyone is scrambling and in the commotion, krypto disappears

he shows up not ten seconds later on the feed

what follows is a small, small dog with enough determination to rival the girl of steel and a hell of a lot of heat vision

he handles it just long enough for kara to get her bearings. just long enough that krypto- not knowing limits, not knowing when it’s too close, when it’s enough- blows out his powers

neither of them realize it until krypto tries to jump into the air alongside kara and doesn’t get anywhere, falling back into the sand

you know that confused look dogs do, one ear up the other sorta falling to the side. he’s confused

kara’s heart stops for a moment, because she thinks krypto’s hurt, krypto’s hurt when she was right there

but then he pops back up, tries again, and oh

kara picks him up, smiling as he wriggles around in her grip

sorry buddy, you’re grounded for the time being

but listen, yall think krypto regularly gets spoiled by every breathing being? try powerless krypto who sure as hell milks it

limitless treats are spread. kara was worried when he had powers. now, krypto realizes that there actually is a limit to his stomach through trial and error

everyone?? is bringing him food. not just treats, but like here, i baked this for the hero

and blankets. omfg. there’s so many blankets.

j’onn drops a pile of them underneath his desk which is implicitly krypto’s Spot

it doesn’t take long for krypto to regain his powers. he can sit all day in the sun on lena’s balcony

it’s nice having his powers again, but he does miss the treats

as if he doesn’t get enough

@rbcchoi​ said: Going along the lines of autistic!Kara, Krypto also doubles as a service dog for whenever she gets overwhelmed (@nell411​ seconded this)

krypto is kara’s shadow

other than when she’s fighting crime and saving the day- even though there are some exceptions to that- krypto and kara are inseparable

which means that krypto’s there when things get too much

it always starts off small. she overlooks it every time until she thinks about it after

the sun a little too bright in her eyes. her alarm jarring

but lena is there, hand smoothing down her arm as she kisses her with a soft good morning

and kara forgets about it

but then it’s snapper yelling at her. guardian- james having a close call. it’s people getting a bruise when she should’ve been faster

it’s- it’s too loud and when? when did she end up curled on the couch

she doesn’t know. all she knows is that the couch is scratchy and grating against her skin. there’s a constant tick in her ears that she knows, she knows it isn’t from her apartment. maybe down the hall? on another level? it’s her skin feeling itchy, like she doesn’t fit inside her body and maybe it took all this time for her body to reject earth, it’s gravity, it’s air, because something- something isn’t right. it’s sirens and crying and laughter and music and tires screeching and-

it’s too much

she doesn’t know how long she sits there, trying to separate what’s what when she notices a warmth at her side

she tries to focus on it, furry and long pressed up close beside her

there’s something cold against her hand, against her palm and pushing her fingers to uncurl, fists to unclench

it’s a nose. it’s krypto’s nose

kara cracks open her eyes slowly-when had she shut them?- to two blue eyes before krypto ducks his head under her chin, ears flattening

it’s the longest she’s ever seen him be still. she presses her face against his fur, most of it slipping easily through her fingers- lena’s no doubt been using conditioner on him again- and listens to his heartbeat. breathes in that scent that only comes from lingering in the clouds, soft like the sky first breaking and sharp like ozone

lena finds them like that, hand already grabbing the door to ease it shut and slipping off her heels so they don’t clack against the floor

she kneels beside the couch, offering her hand in case kara wants it 

kara’s hand slips immediately into hers. she makes sure to keep her voice soft, tries not to add to the commotion kara constantly hears, do you want to go to bed or stay here

lena goes to reach for a blanket when kara murmurs bed to wrap her up in. kara always says it feels like she can’t stay grounded, like she’s not here and the pressure sometimes makes it better, if only a little

and, oh, there krypto is tugging a blanket behind him before dropping it in her hands

that night kara is sandwiched between the two of them

her hand stretched forward and resting on krypto, feeling his chest rise and contract. heart thumping steadily on through as lena’s soft breaths hit the back of her neck, fingers at her waist sometimes flexing involuntarily

krypto’s always there. especially whenever kara needs him 

@agent-alex-danvers​ said: who feeds krypto food off their plate and who lets him on the couch and the bed against the rules?

my dude no one listens to the rules

why do they even have them??

it’s the first night she’s been over since kara took krypto in and- oh, her couch is shredded

you probably shouldn’t let him on there

right

or the bed

got it

kara mistakenly cuts off a little piece of pizza crust for him and holds out her plate

he takes it alright. takes the majority of the pizza, leaving kara to stare at the tiny piece of crust

they establish rules then and there

it’s so pointless though, god, it’s so pointless

no couch or bed. kara really can’t afford to replace fabric every time krypto gets playful and wants to wrestle and hop around

no feeding him food off their plates. they don’t want to create a monster

he just took it. just like that

i know darling

didn’t even hesitate

the next time lena walks in, the two are most certainly cuddled up on the couch

how do you tell krypto no? it’s easy, you don’t

lena doesn’t say anything. neither does kara. nor krypto. they just all snuggle close under the blankets until lena is smoked out, because hot damn, it’s hot

but really, lena thinks she is Above it. he is a dog, it’s fine. tell him no, establish your authority

it doesn’t matter that she always, always gives him little bits of leftovers. she wasn’t going to eat it anyway, there’s no need to be wasteful

she’s in complete control

except one night kara doesn’t answer her phone, and lena ends up waiting with krypto

it gets later and later. alex had sent a text that kara just needed some time under the sun lamps, but she was fine, she was fine

that doesn’t change the fact that lena needs to see that. needs to feel kara’s smile under her fingertips, needs to hear that laugh against her ear

but it’s late, and her eyes are falling and kara’s said it was fine

so lena crawls into bed

it’s a minute later when there’s the soft click of nails against the floor and- krypto jumps on the bed beside her

she watches him spin in circles twice, almost laying down before he does it again and wonders if kara normally allows this or if it’s just because she’s there instead of kara

but then he, oh, he whines when he nudges kara’s pillow and settles against her, and really?

lena is weak and krypto is fluffy and warm and soft and she always wanted a dog

kara takes a picture of them when she comes in a few hours later, wrapped around each other 

it’s many more nights after that. of dancing in the kitchen with krypto trailing after them. of running in the park as krypto chases her, breath straining as she tries to run until krypto catches her without even looking winded. of date after date when lena wakes up early one morning

kara’s breathing is long and slow, her palm warm and heavy against lena’s stomach. krypto is back up against her, fur brushing her nose until lena shakes her head away

lena thinks out all the rules she’s broken- you can do this, should do this, better do this, be the best, act this way, don’t do that, that’s not how a luthor acts- this one is the best