i am watching girls like girls for the first time and tell me why are sonya and coley SOOOOOOO jackieshauna coded. like seriusly you can write a fic about them and change the names and nothing will change.
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The only thing I ever remember about this episode is the spaceship rescue scene and it's mostly because listening to the soundtrack is my main coping mechanism and that this particular piece is fucking awesome. This means that I spent most of this episode both doing my best impression of Dara Ó Briain on Taskmaster (Wait, what ? What ? Wait) and on the edge of my fucking seat. There is a real sense of urgency that I feel is quite well done and holds up even though I did more or less knew how it was going to end ; or at least as far as knowing that Alex would not end up on the other side of the universe.
Speaking of Alex, she 1. looks really good in this episode, 2. is really fucking going through it. Give my girl a break. Or a hug. Or both 😭
I'm struggling with how to approach this episode because I have many thoughts and limited brain capacities, so while I sort myself out I think the best I can do is refer back to my ramble on 113 because I feel like Alex's behaviour regarding her father really echoes her losing her shit when Kara was trapped in the Black Mercy. Most of the time, Alex is competent and logical, but if something happens to her family and she can't immediately fix the situation ? All hell breaks lose, and she will beat the shit out of someone in a prison cell.
I'm going to backtrack a little because I completely skipped over the bar scene which was the first moment when I realised I did not remember shit about this episode beyond the spaceship saving.
I was caught up in the conversations, in Alex feeling sad and isolated, in Lyra being fucking hilarious
And then the explosion genuinely startled me and I almost capsized out of my armchair and had my first wait what what wait moment of this episode.
My only complaint about this, apart from the near heart attack it gave me, is that I wish we'd had better lighting because I wanted to see more of Alex whacking people with a pool cue.
While Alex is busy beating people up, Kara is attempting to stop Cadmus in a more civilised manner by letting her boss interview her.
It does not work 😊
But I do have to point out how stark the contrast is in this scene between Kara Danvers and Supergirl. For a minute there, and even though, on account of watching the show, I know, they genuinely do not look like the same person. Posture, voice, Kara really has this whole thing down.
For my second wait what what wait moment, the palm goes to (not) Jeremiah, because I did not fucking remember that.
I was a bit confused as to how he'd gotten inside her apartment without her noticing, decided it was probably some cyborg bullshit, got really caught into this master manipulation of his daughter, really hitting her where it hurts, where he knows she's going to cave... And then, surprise ! This is not Jeremiah.
And I love Space Dad, but this was genuinely fucked up. Impersonating Jeremiah is one thing, going for the throat by saying all the right things so that Alex will cave is another entirely 😬
And as if that wasn't enough, Kara refuses to help !
And she does, you know, have a point, Alex is spiraling and she should probably take a step back ; but Alex isn't known for being calm and collected when it comes to her family, and finding then losing her father again has done a number on her and perhaps the right thing to do here would be to agree with her and try to stir her away from doing insane shit that will land her in situations that could result in death/being lost on the other side of the universe !
The moment Alex says she has to protect her father, I feel like Kara should have known her sister wasn't going to stop and done something instead of just... walking out of the room ?!
But Kara indeed just walks out (which is fucking wild to me) and it's all for nothing because her article isn't even accepted by Snapper and the only solace in this is that something very LGBT happens to her (third wait what what wait moment, I did not even remember Lena was in this episode)
And though I feel compelled to point out that this is not how blogging works and that Kara will not instantly reach millions of people by writing a post on an heretofore nonexistent website, I feel like a more pressing matter is why the fuck she's looking at Lena like this ?
This is your friend ! Not a delicious stack of potstickers !
🌈
While everyone is distracted, Alex storms a Cadmus warehouse all on her own (and I am ASTONISHED that Maggie is just, like, cool with her doing that when we have established at length that Cadmus is the biggest threat ever and also they canonically turn random humans into cyborgs (do not think about cyborg Alex, do not think about cyborg Alex, do not- 😳))
But she looks hot doing it so it's alright I suppose ?
And somehow she doesn't get shot on sight and instead gets to be disappointed by her father a second time 🙃
And I have thoughts about this because on one hand Jeremiah was put in an impossible position and did what he had to do to protect his family, on the other justifying all of the bad things he did by saying he did them for Alex does not in fact absolves him, and it puts the weight of everything that is going to happen on Alex's shoulders. Whether he means to or not, by having done this for his daughters, the blame gets shifted on them.
Fourth wait what what wait moment : Lena falls from a balcony.
I genuinely did not remember this was happening in this episode and I have only one thing to say about it : gay
🌈
And now it's spaceship time.
Also, I suppose Jeremiah makes a semi-decent attempt at redeeming himself and doesn't disappoint Alex again (for now), but more importantly : spaceship, because I love a good spaceship, and this is a very good spaceship.
This scene kills me every time I watch it.
And, well, of course it's going to be okay, of course Kara is going to stop this ship and Alex won't be lost on the other side of the universe, but Kara doesn't know that, and neither does Alex !
And Kara, who often seems so much larger than anyone else is so tiny compared to this spaceship !
Kara could very well lose her sister ! Alex could go die on the other side of the universe !
Hands ! On ! Glass !
I want to watch this scene again for the very first time 😭
The music that plays during this scene is called "Saving her sister and the ark" but I want to write it down as "saving her SISTER and the ark"
She saves her sister. Her sister is saved. She will not lose someone else.
The hands resting on either side of the glass ? Fucking kill me.
Back on Earth, J'onn apologises for doing what was arguably one of the most fucked up things he's ever done, and I thank him for it.
I think perhaps people should stop trying to protect Alex without asking her if she wants to be protected, especially when that involves impersonating her dad when you yourself are already sort of her dad. And also deporting aliens to space on her behalf 🤷
But she has lost her dad again and she really needs a dad hug so, thank you Space Dad.
I really don't want to talk about the prick, especially because this episode was blessedly mostly empty of him, but I have to because the last scene pisses me the fuck off.
This has been a remarkably good episode, but somehow, it has to end on this disaster of a scene in which Kara, recently fired from a job she apparently cares about a lot even though she never goes there, manages to both say that Supergirl is what she can do, Kara is who she is, which is 1. a very good line, 2. an important reminder that her secret identity is, well, important, and then do a complete 180 by saying that in fact being Supergirl and being with the prick is enough... What ?
—Cuando ocultas algo tienes esa… cosa en tus ojos.
—¿Qué cosa tiene?
Preguntó Becca, la novia de Alex, acercándose para verme mejor.
—Es una metáfora.
—¿Y qué esperas para contarnos? Ansío descubrir quién está robándote tantos suspiros.
—Nadie me está…
Las palabras se esfumaron entre mis labios, una sensación de pesades cayó sobre mi y mi hermana y su novia por instinto, me sostuvieron entre sus brazos para impedir que cayera. Casi llegando a la universidad ya no hacía falta que mi hermana me sostuviera, pero era verdad que mi semblante estaba apagado por completo. Tenía toda esa clase de sentimientos mezclados en el estómago: preocupación, ansiedad, nerviosismo.
Al cruzar la calle, pasando por el estacionamiento, mi vista se fijó en una persona en particular subiendo a una camioneta negra. Lena tenía el codo apoyado en la ventanilla y el puño sobre la boca cuando me miró.
Quizás era mi estúpido estado el que hacía que las cosas se movieran en cámara lenta, o tal vez Lena sí me había mirado por más tiempo del necesario.
Eventualmente me obligué a observar el suelo y solo dejé que Alex me guiara. Escuché la camioneta alejarse; sin darme cuenta seguí el motor con mis oídos, incluso aunque sabía que ya se había ido varias calles más allá.
Becca abrió la puerta de la habitación y se giró a verme.
—¿Qué tal si intentas dormir?
—Apreciaría eso.
Contesté lentamente y, de pronto, sentí frío.
—Está temblando.
La voz de mi hermana sonó preocupada. Frotó mi brazo con su mano y cerré los ojos un instante.
—Solo necesito dormir.
—Estás…— Susurró Alex.
—Alex. Está helada.
Alex comenzó a quitarse el suéter enorme que llevaba y, aunque no escuché las palabras, sé que Becca terminó poniéndomelo a mí. No había salido con mucha ropa —no la necesitaba, mi cuerpo generaba calor por sí solo—, pero ahora parecía que todo estaba al revés.
—Llama a mamá.
—¿Estará de guardia?— Preguntó Becca dudando con el celular en la mano.
—Esto es más importante. Dile que tiene que venir cuanto antes.
—¿Alex…?
Susurré con cansancio. Mis piernas se habían convertido en alfileres. No sentía los músculos y mis brazos no eran más que dos extremidades inútiles.
—Te llevaremos a la cama y te mantendremos caliente hasta que mamá venga, ¿okay?
Apoyé los brazos en el borde del sofá, cerré los ojos e intenté ignorar el frío que me recorría la espalda.
—¿Qué ocurre aquí?
Una voz conocida desde la puerta.
—Nada de lo que tengas que preocuparte, estamos bien.
Replicó Becca, un tanto brusca. Hubo silencio, pasos, y pronto unas manos tocaron mis mejillas. Me esforcé por abrir los ojos.
—¿Qué pasa, rubia?
Barbara me miró con seriedad y, al ver que no respondía, se giró hacia mi hermana.
—¿Qué tiene?
—Está enferma.
—¿Eso es estar enferma? Porque luce como si estuviera a punto de estirar la pata.
—No creo que tengas derecho a—
—Mira, no sé quién eres tú para Kara, pero aquí es mi amiga y no pienso quedarme de brazos cruzados. La llevaré ahora mismo al médico.
—No puedes.
—¿Que no puedo qué?
—Mi madre estará aquí en un par de horas. Es doctora.
Intervino Alex.
—¿Ustedes están locas? Necesita ir ahora al hospital.
—Kara tiene un historial delicado y mi madre sabe lo que hay que hacer. De verdad aprecio tu preocupación, pero no es necesario.
No recuerdo nada de la siguiente hora y media. No tenía la suerte de desmayarme ni de dormir, pero tampoco podía entender del todo qué sucedía. Veía personas alrededor, gente hablar, pero no lograba enfocar mi atención. Solo retazos de conversaciones.
—¿Tu madre de verdad sabe qué hacer?
—Esto le ocurrió algunas veces cuando estaba en la secundaria.
La voz de mi hermana era tranquila, pero en algún lugar de mi inconsciente recordé que esa era su manera de fingir control cuando estaba al borde de un ataque de nervios.
—¿Y se supone que es normal?
—Ella…
—Alex.
Advirtió Becca.
Perdí el hilo. Para mi suerte, el calor empezó a ayudarme a recuperar algunas facultades, aunque el dolor en las extremidades seguía latente.
—Kara, no te muevas. Eliza vendrá pronto.
—Quiero dormir.
Cerré los ojos. Ardían.
Podía haber estado dormida y no lo habría sabido. El calor se acumulaba detrás de mis párpados. Estaba haciendo todo lo posible para que no se descontrolara.
—¿Por qué hay tanta gente en mi…?
Ah, su voz.
Tan dulce, incluso cuando sonaba acusadora.
—Tienes frío.
Susurró. Y sin más comenzó a desvestirse.
—¿Qué haces? —preguntó Alex.
—Le daré calor. Pueden esperar afuera si quieren.
—No me parece que—
—Me da igual lo que les parezca. Kara se está congelando y lo único que hacen es discutir.
El cuarto quedó vacío.
Solo yo y Lena.
Mi cabeza descansó en su hombro y pasé un brazo por su abdomen. Estaba caliente. Mucho más reconfortante que cualquier estufa.
Mis ojos ya no ardían tanto. Observé las pequeñas marcas de su piel, el collar dorado, el dije extraño: un hombrecillo verde, como un duende sabio.
—Trata de descansar, Kara.
Respiré hondo contra su cuello.
—Tú eres mi sol amarillo.
—¿Qué dijiste?...
Media hora después la puerta se abrió, nisiquiera noté cuando caí dormida entre los brazos de Lena.
—Kara, cariño.
Mamá.
El calor se fue cuando Lena se apartó. Eliza tomó mi temperatura, mi presión. Sacó dos agujas. El líquido verde brilló.
—¿Puede quedarse?
Pregunté sin mirar a nadie.
—¿Cuál es tu nombre?
—Lena.
—Ven junto a ella.
Me ayudaron a incorporarme. El mareo me obligó a esconder la cara en su cuello.
—¿Sabías que no puedes caminar por el techo? —comentó Lena.
—¿Cuándo descubriste tan asombrosa curiosidad?
—Lo leí por ahí.
La aguja pinchó. Apreté los dientes.
—Listo —musitó Eliza.
Pero vino la segunda.
Me sacudí. Grité.
—Cálmate, hey, estoy aquí. Mírame.
Lena levantó mi rostro. Se acercó a mi oído.
—¿Sabes qué me duele más que los golpes? Saber que no te gusto. Escuché lo que dijiste… y aun así no puedo dejar de querer quedarme.
Sus palabras ardieron más que la inyección.
Luego todo fue sueño.
Espeso. Pesado.
Lo último que vi fue su rostro serio, tan cerca.
Por favor no me hagas olvidar este momento. Por favor recuerda.
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bejeweled ║ Clark Kent & Kara Zor-El ║ Superman & Supergirl
genre: humor, fluff
word count: 970
summary: kara pokes fun at clark for her suit's design
a/n: went to see supergirl last night with my mom and we both really enjoyed it but when we left my mom went "and still of course at the end she's wearing a skirt and heels 🙄", and I think that this can actually be a fun, in universe conversation between kara and clark!
this is based on the dceu and the movies we've gotten so far, not the comics.
“You ever fought in a skirt, Clark?”
Clark Kent glances towards his cousin, sprawled on his couch, Krypto lying on top of her as she scratches behind his ear just the way he likes it. The dog’s blissed out, uncharacteristically quiet.
“Well, I— I can’t say that I have.”
“Hm. How about in heels?”
Kara thinks it’s sweet, the way he pauses and frowns and actually thinks about it.
“…no,” he says at last. “No, I did not.”
“And when you made my costume, did it, at any point, cross your mind that maybe it wouldn’t be the most practical thing?”
He clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck.
“Well,” he says, “Wonder Woman wears a skirt.”
“I thought those were shorts.”
“They might be, but they look like a skirt. Sometimes. I think Diana just— does whatever she wants, frankly. But I did think,” he adds, lighting up like a student put on the spot and miraculously remembering the correct answer, “that you would be concerned with your modesty, which is why I added the safety shorts. And the skirt doesn’t restrain your movements, by the way. If anything, it might be more comfortable than pants. When you think about it.”
“Yeah,” Kara drawls, “‘cause I really am the type to be concerned with my modesty.”
Clark blinks. …is she being sarcastic?
“What about the heels, though?”
“Catwoman wears heels,” he answers, a little weakly.
Kara’s not the type to ignore a gaping weakness in her opponent’s side.
“Catwoman wears a skin tight leather suit. She’s not exactly a reference when it comes to practicality, is she?”
“Well,” Clark says, “well, maybe not, but, you’re Kryptonian, after all. They can’t hurt you, so… they’re fine, right?”
She sends him a pitying look. Her larger-than-life cousin seems to be shrinking more and more by the second.
“You’re telling me that you thought it was a questionable design and then you went ‘oh it’s fine, she can’t injure herself wearing them’?”
Clark sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, and his shoulders fall a little further.
“You don’t like the suit.”
“I mean, it’s bright red and blue, so I guess you knew I was never gonna be the biggest fan of it, but…”
“It’s to make people feel more comfortable,” he argues. “So when they see the superpowered alien with the strength to stop a semi-truck, they don’t freak out.”
“You can only stop one semi-truck?”
He tries to send her a stern glance, but it’s undercut by the genuine worry in his eyes.
“Would you like it to be more like mine? You don’t have to wear the skirt.”
“And wear my underwear outside my suit? No thanks.” A pause. “Though there has to be a third option.”
“I know it looks goofy, but when I’ve just sliced a killer robot in two with my eyes, I promise it comes in handy.”
Frankly, if people want to be ungrateful after she’s saved their lives, that’s their problem. Making sure they’re alive is enough for her; she’s not the type to stick around and babysit them.
Though she supposes Clark is exactly the type, so that makes sense.
She should cut him some slack.
“I mean, the heels do look cute with the skirt, I guess.”
She can feel Clark’s relief rolling from him in waves.
Say what you want about her cousin, but everything he feels, he feels out loud.
“They do, right?” he asks, immediately brightening. “Because, you know, I figured you wouldn’t want to wear the suit if you felt the whole thing didn’t make you look your best, and then you wouldn’t want to join me on missions, and the more the merrier, right?”
Aw. Clark was trying to make sure she liked how the suit looked on her.
He could have asked, but, well, the depression spiral she was in when he’d started working on it would not have made her the most receptive to his efforts. If anything, the suit must have been about breaking her out of that, by getting her to go out and making herself useful.
“I can change it, though,” he’s quick to add. “I can remove the heels if you want to.”
She shrugs.
“I mean, it’s a matter of getting used to them, I guess. But are you sure you couldn’t make the suit darker? People know me now. Can’t scare ‘em anymore.”
She’s joking, but Clark takes it deadly seriously. He nods thoughtfully, rubbing his chin.
“I mean, I could.” A pause, and then he adds, like he’s trying really, really hard to make it sound like he doesn’t care, “it’s just we wouldn’t be matching anymore then.”
She stares at him. He shrugs one shoulder. Despite all his efforts, he doesn’t look nonchalant in the slightest.
“I think it’s nice that we’re matching. Don’t you?”
He’s looking at her from the corner of his eye, and she suddenly feels this big surge of affection for him. Her cousin. The last member of her family who’s still alive. The guy who grew up not knowing anything about his home planet or his people. The guy who grew up loved and embraced, just like she was, but in a very real way, much more alone than her as well.
“You know what?” she answers, her throat tight all of a sudden, “Yeah. It’s nice that we’re matching.”
Clark can’t do anything to hide the grin that suddenly stretches his face.
“Don’t look that happy,” she protests, blinking away treacherous tears.
He steps into the room, coming to sit on the couch’s arm, since she occupies the rest of it, and ruffles her hair.
“You like me,” he grins.
“I’ll fucking bite you!”
But man. Does he make her feel proud to be wearing his colors.
Kara never thought she can ever regret anything about Lena, not the kryptonite poisoning, not getting back stabbed, nothing. Yeah, not telling Lena her secret identity earlier definitely still hurts a bit but it was for protecting Lena, which again no regrets there.
And now here she is regretting inviting Lena to live with her, because her dumbass thought it will be fun, she will get to have Lena all to herself. Not once, even once she thought that the first night of Lena at her place, will make them sleep on the same bed (because Kara's needy ass is thinking about all the cuddles she will get, even if not, who cares when Lena is just some inches away) AND Lena will turn to look at her before sleeping with a gentle smile and say "good night honey".
"What you making for breakfast, baby?" Lena says, as she comes near Kara to just bump their hips together while Kara is thinking about not thinking her decisions through and making them waffles for breakfast.
Kara's mind short circuits again (its the third time it has happened in the span of just 2 hours, the first time being Lena not letting her out of bed, just spooning Kara tightly from behind and murmuring, "you wouldn't be cruel enough to end the cuddle session this early, now would you be darling?" Kara literally whined and ran from bed, they were so close, one wrong move and Lena would have felt how wet her best friend was.)
"You need to stop this." Kara says as she finally come back to her senses after a full minute, turning off her waffle maker and turning towards Lena's smiling face which changes the moment to confusion after hearing Kara's words.
"Dar......" Lena tries but gets cut off by Kara again.
"Sweetheart, baby, love, honey, darling, do you even know what hearing them do to me? Calling me like that but not doing anything at all" Kara doesn't know where the confidence of saying all this to Lena came from but she is glad. She literally can't take this torture anymore, Lena has to do something even if her heart is dreading about what Lena will do.
"Finally", Lena only utter one word and Kara is..... Confused.
"Do you seriously thought it was only torture for you, this is the first time it took me so long to hear a woman's confession, everyday I thought, this is the day Kara will finally kick me out" Lena rambles and Kara just gets more confused then it finally clicks.
"You are so mean!!!" Kara yells and Lena finally stops talking.
"All these words and not even one kiss, could have just kissed me like this and saved us both this trouble" Kara pulls Lena by cupping her face to plant a quick kiss.
For whole 10 seconds Kara stares at Lena annoyingly while Lena is dumbfounded and after "Give me more, NOW" this time its Lena's turn to pull Kara by her waist to start a deep kiss, both of them moaning at the first contact of Lena's tongue inside Kara's mouth.
The only time they do pull away seriously is after 15 minutes when Lena's stomach rumble, Kara chuckles, and notices that she didn't even realised when she got on the kitchen counter with Lena standing between her legs.
Lena still trying to kiss just kissing Kara's now laughing face.
"Lena time to eat, stop this, for now" Kara says and pull Lena's face away.
"you are right" pushing Kara's legs apart.
"Lena....." Kara whines.
"Keep them open, ok, you don't want to crush my head with your thighs, do you baby girl?" Lena asks after getting on her knees Infront of Kara and quickly taking off her shorts. Kara's moan is the only answer she gets.
"Looks like we found another nick name my baby likes" the last words Kara hears before Lena just dives between Kara's legs.
Imagine trying to tell a thirteen year old girl, who saw her planet and everything she’s ever known blow up right in front of her, that in public she can’t ever be the last of her kind. She can’t share her culture. She can’t speak the language. She can’t tell their stories. She’s the sole keeper of all the knowledge of what was once a great society and she can’t tell a single soul. She must act human, as if her planet never blew up at all. Because on an alien planet, they don’t like aliens, unless if they fly around with in primary colors, a cape, and charming smile, then it’s fine. But the girl can do all the same things he can, but she can’t because she must be normal. But her normal died with her people, and she really isn’t sure what their “normal” could ever mean.
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I'm sure people have already said this but Supergirl (2026) is as much an origin story as it is a Superhero movie. That's why Kara's "different" from the comics (she's not actually different) but the point is, she's going through a character arc. This movie not only acts as a homage to supergirl fans, but it also acts as an introduction to new fans first being introduced to Supergirl/Kara Zor-el. That's why Kara explains her backstory, that's why Kara has a character arc where she has to find herself and her purpose in life.
Oh my gosh. Please tell me I'm not the only person who instantly thought of the Arrowverse crossover, Crisis on Earth X! as soon as they saw Supergirl sleep flying!!!!
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