Daily affirmations
I am a freak and that is ok
Anyone who hates on me for my writing has never picked up a pencil in their life
I should be more self indulgent
My characters should suffer more
Stranger Things
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
trying on a metaphor

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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Daily affirmations
I am a freak and that is ok
Anyone who hates on me for my writing has never picked up a pencil in their life
I should be more self indulgent
My characters should suffer more

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Sand
This isn’t real, she thought, as she dug her toes into the cozy sun-warmed sand.
She kissed me this morning.
Kara gazed ahead, watching as the beach waves crashed on shore, warm and sunny against the backdrop of her planet’s destruction. Out across the waters, she could see the great horror of her past: Krypton as it died, damned in fire, debris floating across the expanse of space.
This isn’t real, Kara thought, listening to the grainy sound of sand as she moved her feet to pull her legs to her chest, placing her chin on her knees in quiet contemplation. She wondered if she would see the Danvers home if she turned around, or if that would be another expanse of sand and ocean and Krypton’s death.
She kissed me this morning.
Kara smiled at the thought. Lena had been working in the Tower lab; Kara had brought her doughnuts and espresso. Just like any other morning, they had cozied up on the couch together, laughing and talking.
But unlike any other morning, an odd sort of silence eventually fell between them. Flickering gazes, shy blushes, a tension that they couldn’t tell was real.
And then Lena leaned forward, and kissed her.
She kissed me this morning, Kara thought, eyes glancing ahead to Krypton, I’m sure of it. I think I’m sure of it. I’m…
Kara sighed, lying down on the beach, stretching as she stared up into the blue skies mixing with the fires on the horizon. She kissed me, Kara tried to convince herself, and then the Tower alarm went off right after, and Alex said I needed to get downtown to fight a threat. But she kissed me. I know she did…
“Would you like some company?” came a familiar voice.
Kara grinned. “I’d love that.”
She didn’t watch as her best friend took a seat on the sands beside her. Lena sighed, looking out on the horizon at the destruction ahead, seeming both curious and understanding. “This isn’t your world, Kara,” she said.
“I know.”
“You’re trapped in a black mercy.”
“I know.”
Lena reached down to brush some sand off her feet, frowning in curiosity. “I thought the plant shows you paradise. This doesn’t look like paradise to me.”
Kara hummed. “Maybe it doesn’t know what to do if reality is paradise enough.”
For a moment, Lena stayed quiet, mulling what to say in response. “If you know this place isn’t real, then why haven’t you woken up yet?”
“Because I’m not sure if reality is real.”
“What do you mean?”
Kara could feel the patter of her heart in her chest. “Did anything unusual happen this morning?” she asked.
There was a shy laugh in response. “It was real, Kara,” Lena murmured, “And if you wake up, I’d like to do it again.”
She kissed me this morning.
Kara smiled, breathing in the smell of sea salt in the breeze, eyes still trained on the bizarre images in the sky. “Okay,” she said.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Lena reaching for her ear, no doubt tapping at a device Brainy had provided. Watching as the figure faded away, Kara closed her eyes, feeling as the world began to morph around her, as though she were weightless and falling and flying all at once.
She finally opened her eyes, noting several figures hovering over her as her eyes adjusted to the harsh Tower light. “Welcome back, Kara,” Brainy said, as she felt the black mercy slither off her chest, “You gave us quite the scare.”
The crew began to shuffle around again. Brainy headed back toward a different monitor, Alex gave her sister’s arm a welcoming squeeze before chasing after J’onn, Nia carried the container with the captured black mercy into a back room.
Lena watched Kara intently.
“Was it real?” Kara whispered.
Lena smiled, and leaned forward - pressing her lips to Kara’s.
She kissed me this morning, Kara thought, and now I can kiss her back.
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For @ekingston's flash fiction challenge Prompts: fluff & hallucination & post-apocalyptic & sand
While creating a recent fanvid, I couldn't help but notice the resonance of these two shots.
The cold blue and the warm yellow. The first steps in anger, the second steps in trepidation.
The light cascades, first with Lena walking away from it, and second with her stepping into it.
Overheard at the thrift store:
“Stop trying to hold my hand, people are going to think we’re lesbians.”
“We are lesbians.”
“Yeah but not with each other.”
“Ok, but we’re still—god, why are you so stupid?”
“Dunno. Why do you want to hold hands with a stupid person?”
“I don’t.”
“Evidence to the contrary.”
(Mocking voice) “Oooh evidence to the contrary.” (Normal voice) “such a fuckin’ smartass.”
“Oh I’m smart, now? Thought I was stupid”
*Slap fight ensues*
Anyway, I hope they figure out they’re in love soon.

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That one scene that broke me but then again the entire fic broke me
Breathe by @searidings
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Bonus:
Exposed
Kara doing Supergirl things while dressed in plain clothes had me feeling some kinda way. So this happened.
That’s Wholesome.
supercorp + withdrawing
I apologize that I took this chance to write another post PZ Kara and Lena drabble but it's all my brain could think about. basically Kara pulls away from everyone but Lena goes to her. Hope you like it!
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Kara comes back, but it feels like she comes back in pieces like she's still pulling parts of herself through the gaps in Space they tore her through to bring her back, and it's hard to know what to do with that kind of brokenness — to choose between trying to hide it and trying to hide from it.
She tries to do both, fails to do either as the world settles its weight back onto her shoulders, uncaring of the ghosts she's carried with her that are still lingering there, and it's too much, and it's too soon, and she doesn't mean to pull away, to withdraw into the habits that had once almost torn her apart from herself, but the quietness is the only thing that makes it all stop.
She doesn't know how long it's been she's been back, but she knows it's morning when Lena shows up at her door, hair down, half-tucked behind one ear and her fingers curled into the sleeves of a worn woolen sweater, and she is soft and warm and light and every bit of her suddenly fills the dark shadows that seemed to have crept into the corners of Kara's apartment.
It's so different from the last time they were here, everything but the quietness, still filling the gaps of so much, doing the work that words can't — but it's Lena again who dares to try.
"I didn't think about this part, I didn't think about any of it really, all I thought about was getting you back, I-I just had to get you back, and I know, I know there isn't some equation for what happens now, something I can build to take back what's happened, but—you've always been the one who knows what to say, what to do, you know when I need a hug and when to hold my hand, and I just, I may not know those things, but I can be here when you need me — if you need me."
The last words fade back into the stillness of the apartment; Lena's hands drop in front of her, arms and heart laid open as she stands a little breathless, green eyes red and raw and unsure as Kara's own hands hesitate at her side, as her own heart aches inside her chest left wanting, wanting, wanting despite every bit of self-preservation that has told her there was far less to lose like this.
"I-I need you," her voice cracks just a little under the weight, "I have always needed you" — the syllables finding their way back together like the rest of her — "I-I'm sorry I didn't tell you that enough," but knows their meaning isn't lost when she feels Lena's hand slide into hers, feels the way she threads their fingers together as she steps in closer to let her head lay on Kara's chest, the weight replacing the heaviness of her heart, and there's a wholeness Kara starts to feel again in Lena's arms that also feels like hope.

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I redid this older comic I made for my storytelling class based on this post. Have some cute wlw love in your day.
It’s hard, if I had more free time I could make it so pretty, this is what I could throw together for the assignment.
the amazing @searidings wrote this fic and it was so funny i just spent my entire evening making fake twitter posts <3
AU: the one where kara realizes she can’t lie to lena anymore.
thinking about lena having this little habit of touching/holding kara’s face and neck and i mean this in a non sexual intimacy way. wordless or not wordless, just easy, firm touches here and there.
like reaching out and cupping kara’s chin, lena brushing her thumb against kara’s bottom lip for a moment before letting kara go after she’s content with touching and looking.
or at a pub with the superfriends and she’s seated next to kara. placing a hand on the nape of kara’s neck, playing with her hair and giving her little scratches when lena spots a stranger in the corner looking at kara in a ‘she’s cute and i want her number’ way. kara thinks lena’s being affectionate as she does this. lena is, but she can be something else at the same time: a little possessive, too.
or in the morning when kara’s trying to get her tie right. lena moves wordlessly, touches kara’s hand. kara stops fumbling. slowly, so slowly, lena raises her hand until it’s on the side of kara’s neck. just light touches there for a moment, before wrapping it around kara’s throat, snug under her jaw, resting there. her thumb stroking kara’s skin, squeezing firm and gentle. kara’s breath hitches, lips parting. lena only smiles, sweetly and fond, before sliding her hand back down and helping her with the tie.
or kara arriving in the tower with some dirt smudged on her face. she’s just come back from a mission and she’s looking at the whiteboard to get updated with details, arms crossed, standing next to lena. lena lowers her tablet and lifts her hand up. she cups the side of kara’s face, causing kara to pause sharply and look at her. thumbing kara’s cheekbone where the smudged dirt is at, her touches are purposeful. when it’s all wiped off, she gives kara a soft kiss on the cheek and—
lets go of her face. they carry on with their tasks like any other day. there’s nothing weird about the way they move together. kara is welcoming and lena likes to touch. that’s just it.

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oh youre bi? why dont you "bi" me some time with a distraction while i crack this safe ya fuckin goon
you got it boss (makes out with the bank teller and his wife)
been miserably artblocked almost to the point of heartbreak. I draw a lot but got hit hard with imposter syndrome.
[image description: two images, the first of Catra flanked by two clones looking horrified, the second image is of Adora in horde robes, Horde Prime’s hand resting threateningly on her shoulder. Adoras hair is cut short, and she’s gazing at Catra with heartbreak in her eyes. End ID]