anyways kara out

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The great thing about what we do, any art, is anybody can read into it what they want to take from it. - Katie McGrath

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Karamel AU Soulmate

In world where everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate, Kara lost hope to find one. That is until she met Mon-El.  Even if they started the worst way possible, they still managed to overcome all the obstacles and find happiness.

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can u believe season 3 is going to be about Kara and Lena dating? It’s 3AM pls forgive me

warm up doodle on shitty paper 

mooosicaldreamz  asked:

first off, i want to say that i legitimately love every single one of your supercorp fics and have read them perhaps way too many times. in particular, i've read fall A TON. so you're great and i hope writer's block enjoys the ass kicking you're gonna give it. second, if you've got the upper hand on writer's block and want to, i've got a prompt: supercorp and doing charity work? or legit anything you come up with. i will take anything.

It was funny how utterly inconspicuous a hairnet could make one look. All the make up and hoodies and caps pulled down low in the world have not been able to do what an apron, a pair of latex gloves, and a simple hairnet have been able to do.

Then again, perhaps it wasn’t about being inconspicuous but just the plain absurdity of finding Lena Luthor—heir to LuthorCorp and sister to the notorious Lex Luthor—volunteering in a soup kitchen. Who would believe her even if she admitted it to their face? Just the other day she’d been caught on camera wearing a dress that cost more than most people made in a year—someone who could waste money like that could surely hire someone to volunteer at the soup kitchen, or at least donate lavishly (as the Luthors were wont to do) and dispel the desire to freely offer services entirely.  

And yet, for whatever reason—the hairnet, the inability to suspend disbelief, pure and unbridled luck—she was at one of the many soup kitchens scattered across National City, doling out mashed potatoes and gravy while listening to the woman in charge bark orders at the grocers and cooks who were working in the back, and not a single person batted an eye at her.

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So this is apparently how deep I’m into Karamel

I had a bio test yesterday… I studied hard and on the day of the test, I was at university doing my last minute revision. It was worth 40% of my final grade & the test screwed me over. I came back home after grabbing myself a cuppa coffee.. sat down in my room, thinking how screwed I am if I don’t nail every other course work.

I had to clear my head so I turned to YouTube. And there was just SO MANY recommended Karamel fan videos & scenes.. all the laughter, fights, caring, bickering and mistakes… after an hour or so… It got me thinking:

-MonEl lost his entire planet but he found a connection to Earth. He survived.

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-Kara felt alone in this planet. She found MonEl, and now she doesn’t need to hold herself back. She’s happy.

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-MonEl didn’t want to be a hero, but now he wants to help Kara keep the word spinning. Oh, the hero at heart and soul!

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-Kara keeps inspiring everyone around her including MonEl. Starting to learn from her mistakes and finding forgiveness.

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-MonEl sacrificed himself.. his happiness.. and everything he found on earth to keep Kara safe

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-Kara went back for him because she couldn’t bear losing him forever

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-They are both happy!

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I can go on and on forever about what I find beautiful in this relationship.

I know what you’re thinking, "how does this relate to this person screwing up the bio test?“. Because I was so close to loosing my mind when I got back home.. but binge watching Kara and MonEl’s relationship made me happy. I was sitting there, smiling & giggling alone in my room instead of a breakdown.

So I just wanted to say… Thank you for everyone out there who keeps making those amazing videos. Thank you for those out there compiling Karamel scenes together. Thank you for investing your time in making all the GIFS and photos and discussing amazing theories. Thank you for bringing a whole bunch of awesome fans that I can have a friendly conversation with. Thank you, supergirl writers for giving me a show that portrays a healthy relationship that has its own fair share of ups and downs. Thank you for the actors who has an amazing chemistry on screen. Just…

THANK YOU! from the bottom of my heart for making my day sweet, just like Karamel. Because how can you not? It is a sweet treat that goes on everything.

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Drew a highschool au of a young lena luthor laughing adoringly at a young dork Kara Danvers who can’t help but grin at the sound of Lena’s laughter

anonymous asked:

Pretty pretty please can you write something where Alex and Kara see Maggie when she's on the heavy bag or upset and Kara goes to comfort her but Al's like 'sweetie, I've got this' and it's sweet and comforting and amazing and I've been crying since I woke up this morning please give me something fluffy!

Kara knows something’s wrong the moment she enters the building.

Maggie’s heartbeat is steady, but elevated, hard, and while she’s generally learned to avoid walking into Alex or Maggie’s places – or her own bedroom during game night – when their heartbeats are quick and rapid, Maggie is alone.

She’s alone and loud hip hop that Kara can’t identify is pounding along with a rhythmic thudding.

Kara sighs.

Maggie’s working on her heavy bag.

Normally, Kara wouldn’t give it a second thought – Maggie loves that thing – but she’d had breakfast with James this morning and he’d regaled her with tales of how hard Maggie had just pushed him – and herself – in the gym.

So this probably isn’t her regular workout.

She gives up on the door after it becomes clear that Maggie’s not going to hear it, so she jets around the building and raps, instead, on the living room window.

Maggie’s face – sweat-streaked with focused, furious, intense eyes and messy hair swept off her neck in a high bun – doesn’t change when she sees Kara, and she doesn’t stop bouncing on the balls of her feet.

But she does tug at her gloves with her teeth, and she sheds one to yank the window open for her girlfriend’s little sister.

“Need something, Little Danvers?” she yells over her music, glad she doesn’t have to turn it down because of Kara’s superhearing. Without waiting for an answer, she replaces her glove and goes back to slamming combinations into the bag, working on her breathing and hip rotation with singular focus.

Kara watches her for a long moment.

“How do you do that? Alex says I always drop my left shoulder before I throw a punch, that it gives me away.”

Maggie sighs and gestures Kara in front of her, still weaving up and down on the balls of her feet.

“You shouldn’t have to drop your shoulder because it shouldn’t be up like that to begin with. Keep the tension in your core, not your shoulders.”

She reaches around Kara’s body and hesitates before touching her. Kara nods, suddenly breathless, suddenly shy, and Maggie is somehow both gentle and firm as she shows Kara with a splayed hand on her stomach, how to brace her abs, with gently tapping fingers on her shoulder, prompting her to relax it.

“Good, Little Danvers. Now when you punch, try not to send my bag through the wall, okay?”

Kara grins and pulls her punches, and Maggie surveys her with sharp eyes.

“You seemed pretty in danger of putting it through the wall yourself, Maggie.”

She catches the question in Kara’s voice, and she grunts and shifts Kara by the hips to the side so she can go at the bag again.

“It’s nothing, it’s whatever. Just a workout.”

“I heard you already had an exhausting one this morning.” There’s no judgment in Kara’s voice, just concern, but Maggie launches a rough roundhouse kick at the bag anyway.

“Our line of work, you can’t train too hard.”

“Actually, you – ”

“I’m fine, Kara. What did you need, anyway?”

Kara slips her phone out of her pocket and texts Alex as Maggie launches a new assault on the bag.

“Winn and I are in the mood for pool, and we wondered if you wanted to come.”

“No phone?” Maggie asks without looking at her, and Kara’s heart threatens to break, because she knows her sister’s girlfriend is breaking, but she doesn’t know why.

And her worst nightmare – both of their worst nightmares, she imagines – is not knowing how to help.

“You weren’t answering.” Kara finally reaches over and turns down the music, because her own senses are starting to overload. Maggie opens her mouth to object, but glances at Kara’s face and nods immediately, silently, like she understands without needing an explanation. Because she does.

Kara finds herself hoping that her sister marries this woman.

Maggie keeps her gaze on Kara’s face and her eyes soften somewhat. She stills for the first time since Kara flew in and rips off her gloves with a sigh.

“You ever just… for no reason, everything feels like the world’s ending? Except it’s not actually?”

Kara nods softly, slowly. “This one of those days?”

Maggie just stares at her face for a long moment, like she’s evaluating how much she wants to risk, and before she can decide, Alex’s key scrapes the lock.

One look at Maggie’s somehow both guarded and open face, the sweat pouring down her body, the slow swiveling of the heavy bag, and the concern in Kara’s eyes tells her everything she needs to know.

“Oh sweetie. I got this.” She strides over to Kara, squeezing her hands and kissing her cheek gratefully. “You wanna go get us some takeout?”

“I’ll go to that organic place in Austin, okay?” she tells Maggie, who fights tears and shakes her head, struck silent by the way the Danvers girls just… want to care for her. For some reason she can’t fathom.

“You don’t have to, Little – ”

But Kara’s already kissed her cheek, smiled softly at her sister, and flown back out the window.

Silence rises in her wake, and Maggie goes to put her gloves back on.

“Whoa whoa, okay,” Alex reaches out with gentle hands to stop her. “You don’t have to talk, babe, but you need to be gentler with your body, okay? Can you do that for me?”

Maggie stares at the ground and Alex kisses her forehead.

Maggie backs up.

“I’m all sweaty and gross.”

“Sweaty, yes. Gross? No. Never.”

Maggie sighs and Alex waits until she knows Maggie’s ready for a tiny push.

“One of those days?”

Maggie nods, humiliation written everywhere on her body, and Alex’s heart shatters.

“Well, Kara will be back in a little under an hour. You know what that gives us enough time for?”

“I’m not really up for sex, Danvers.”

Alex pffts. “No! Here, you shower. It’ll help. I’ll warm the towels for you. And I’ll have a surprise waiting when you come out, okay?”

Maggie sighs skeptically, exhaustedly.

“Do you trust me, babe?”

Maggie nods, because if she’s not beating the life out of something, it’s about all she can do.

“Good. So go. Shower.”

She does. She does and she hates every moment of it, especially the parts that make her feel somewhat, somehow, better.

But her throat unsticks and when she steps out of the bathroom in the tank and boxers Alex had slipped in and left for her, she speaks, because she panics.

Because her studio isn’t all that big, yet she can’t see Alex.

Alex, who told her to trust her. And yet she couldn’t see her anywhere.

“Alex.”

“Down here, babe!”

Alex’s voice is muffled and the smile in it, the barely restrained, bursting enthusiasm, is so clear that Maggie’s lips start tilting upward of their own accord.

“Danvers, what – “

Because as she rounds the couch, she finds Alex buried in a fort made, it seems, of every single pillow and blanket Maggie owns.

“It’s the Bad Day Tunnel. Or hole. Or fort. Or burrow. I can’t decide what it should be called. Kara would always call it the Fortress of Sistertude, but I very much don’t want you to be my sister, so I figure we should come up with something else.”

In spite of herself, Maggie plops down in the fort next to Alex, who tosses a blanket over her shoulders and lets her lean into her body.

“What does one do in the Bad Day… thing?” she asks in a monotone, because she’s scared that if she allows any emotion into her voice – like the overwhelming feeling of being cared for, being heard, being seen, that Alex is giving her so perfectly – she’ll break.

“One has a bad day. It’s where you go when you’re extra sad. You can do anything you want in the fort. Drink scotch – don’t worry, the scotch is for you, I brought myself root beer – ” And sure enough, there are bottles and glasses in the center of the fort – “and when Kara gets back, eat food. There can be music and there can be crying and there can be yelling and there can be cuddling, and I brought tissues and your favorite stuffed animals and your phone in case you want to just zone out and scroll through Instagram or something.”

“So basically you made me a depression tent. Where I can be depressed and it’s okay.”

Alex’s eyes fly wide, thinking that Maggie hates it. Thinking that she’s messed up, thinking that she’s hurt her more, offended her, been insensitive to her, not heard her.

“Yes?” Her voice is small and her voice is terrified, but then Maggie’s soft lips are on hers, and it’s one of the softest kisses they’ve ever shared, because Maggie has the energy to beat a heavy bag senseless but she doesn’t have the energy to sustain a passionate kiss, so Alex lets it stay soft, stay gentle, stay tender, stay perfect.

“I love you, Alex,” Maggie whispers into her lips, and Alex swears she won’t cry.

“I love you too, Maggie. However you feel, whenever you feel it.”

They’re both asleep in the depression tent when Kara returns with three heaping bags of takeout, and she smiles and sets the bags down and crawls into the fort, the tent, the safety, with her sister and her future sister-in-law. Alex feels Kara’s warmth and hums happily, shifting in her sleep so Kara can slip onto Maggie’s other side and help Alex hold her safe, hold her steady, hold her loved.

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There is a reason why we t h r i v e in the night,
The night holds our secrets while the day exposes them to everyone.
The night is our safe haven, we can hide our secrets within it and they
will never be found.
Night by L.E.A

what’s your value?

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karolsen prompt from @karolsens​ to get the writing juices flowing!


Kara curses as she waits for the elevator doors to open.

She should’ve taken the stairs, hell she should’ve flown to work today, but the last time she did that, she dropped Cat’s coffee.

(You only make that mistake once.)

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anonymous asked:

kara has this one spot on her neck that lena loves to bite but they both get lowkey annoyed when the bite mark fades like instantly so one time when kara accidentally blows out her powers lena leaves hickeys like.... all over her neck and collarbone and kara straight up forgets about them and when she walks into work the next day everyone's giving her weird looks and she's like "??" until she sees a mirror and it looks like she was attacked by a leech

pls i screamed abt this same headcanon at the gc one of these days alsjaldjaldkald

listen i’m a firm believer that lena luthor Loves to leave marks. she’s endlessly frustrated with the fact that she can’t give kara hickeys or leave nail marks on kara’s back.

after they start dating she totally starts only wearing darker shades of lipstick just so she will be able to at least leave lipstick marks (not only on kara’s body, bc she always cleans those ((at least the majority of them)) but she also leaves on the collar of kara’s shirt too).

ANYWAYS! the day kara blows out her powers she goes home to lena and they don’t even think about it at first. they’re just chilling on the couch, cuddling and watching a movie because kara feels terrible and she just wants her powers back and sigh

and Then lena starts kissing kara’s neck and biting and when she gets to that One Spot…….. well, it’s good they don’t mind doing it on the couch, kara wouldn’t be able to carry lena to bed even if she wanted to.

later, lena notices them but she doesn’t say anything, just waits for kara to notice it on her own. they go their separate ways, but not before lena gives kara a v heated kiss and bites kara’s jawline not so gently, telling her to hurry home later.

kara arriving to work with this big ass smile on her face, humming to herself and not even noticing everyone is looking st her strangely or snickering. she can’t even hear what they’re whispering about since she doesn’t have her super hearing back yet.

she continues her day as normal until at one point she has to use the restroom. when she’s washing her hands, she looks up and catches sight of her neck in the mirror and she jus Stares at her reflection like “what the heck”

20 seconds later lena gets a text, attached is a pic of kara’s neck and then one of kara’s collarbone, more specifically: pics of all the hickeys placed all over them. then lena gets more texts like “???????” and “!!!!!!!!!” and then “YOU COULD HAVE WARNED ME”

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"Are you sabotaging my dates?!" - Supercat

“Are you sabotaging my dates!?” Kara demanded in a harsh whisper. Wine was splattered down the chest of her pale pink dress in a shocking explosion of color, droplets running down to ruin the fabric as far as mid-thigh before hitting the distressingly visible skin above Kara’s knee. Since when did Kara wear dresses that put her legs on such tempting public display?

“Oops,” Cat said, holding up her empty wine glass in a gesture of ‘what can you do?’ “I’m so sorry, Kiera, perhaps I’ve had one too many of these. You know how clumsy I can get after a few glasses of wine.”

She only said it to relish the sheer outrage that spread across Kara’s face. “I  - you -” she stuttered, too kind to say aloud in public that as Cat’s assistant for two years, she was well aware that Cat was basically a functional alcoholic and it would take a few bottles of wine to make her stumble.

The heated outrage on Kara’s face sparked something inside her, a deep satisfaction that was partly petty, but partly something else, something that craved being the undivided focus of Kara’s attention…

Lena Luthor’s hand on Kara’s arm was like a bucket of cold water. Even worse was the expression of gentle concern that the arm was attached to. “Kara, are you alright? Why don’t we get you cleaned up…” she suggested, and Kara’s attention was diverted entirely as she beamed at her savior.

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[chants and bangs fists on table]

kara and grant for the spinoff show

kara and grant for the spinoff show

kara and grant for the spinoff show

kara and grant for the spinoff show

FRICKING TWIST AND SHOUT OKAY
I BLAME IT ON THAT
SO THERE’S A LITTLE BITTY SEASHELL YOU CAN’T SEE
AND THE POINT IN THE FIC WHERE I LOST IT FOR LIKE THE DOZENTH TIME IS WRITTEN IN THE UPPER RIGHT-HAND CORNER
Anyways it’s watercolors mostly, it’s a terrible piece of art, the paper is all wrinkled, our scanner sucks, and I am emotionally broken.  But here, have a little window into my soul.  I hope that I can share a tiny bit of my ocean of pain with you.