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I just love them so much,,,, my emotional support couples
The metaphor of the Heart of Etheria still has me emotional. All that magic, all that beauty was twisted and siphoned and contorted into a machine meant only for destruction, something that could potentially wipe out the entire universe. But then, in the shadow of all that destructive power, two women surrender to the love they’ve been keeping trapped inside themselves, after spending so long apart as a result of denying or not even recognizing that love, and just like their feelings come flooding out, the magic of the Heart is released and… Etheria is beautiful again. All that chaos and anger and destruction transmutes into something magical and good and alive it’s just… this show is so powerful.
Canon: This is how the story goes
Fanfiction writers:
yall with adhd or autism or such ever just get…. bored. like so Painfully bored. like its not “oh hehe i was so bored and i made this” to flex or “oh im so bored bc i have nothing to do” but like a “i am physically incapable of ending this horrible understimulation with any activity i might attempt” and its genuinely fucking painful
this is so tender
I know Kara's usually compared to a puppy or a golden retriever but I always think of her as a particularly kind and gregarious big cat (like a v tame lion or tiger) and now I can't let go of the hc that Kryptonians purr
The first time Kara spends the night is a bit of an accident. She's waiting on the couch while Lena fixes them a drink, and Lena returns to find her head draped over the backrest, mouth gaping open and glasses askew, completely conked out.
Between the options of getting her to her apartment with a forklift and waking her up, Lena decides to let it lie. In the case of a midnight emergency, she has a secret backup super suit in the office anyway.
She gently picks the glasses off Kara's face and grabs a pillow from the bedroom. She tucks it beneath Kara's head, and Kara turns her face into it and gives it a good sniff. With dawning horror, Lena realizes she forgot to change the pillowcase.
Trying to wrest a very soft and teareable item from a slumbering Kryptoinian’s grip is a lost cause, and Lena can do nothing but watch, mortified, as Kara makes a face in her sleep and drags the possibly very stinky pillow from underneath her head to hold it in her arms, and lets out a relieved little sigh.
Lena is ready to turn away and nurse her embarrassment in private when she hears a strange noise, a sort of soft, interrupted breathing. Does Kara snore? Oh, Lena is going to use this.
She turns halfway in Kara's direction, closing her eyes and concentrating on the sound. It's quiet and regular with a distinct rise and fall, a low frequency warbling, and it has a strangely soothing quality to it; the more Lena listens, the more she wants to hear, almost like a---
---a purr. Kara, on her couch, clutching Lena's used pillow to her chest, purring.
Lena flees to her office, filled with a sudden inexplicable energy, face flaming with something that feels, unfortunately, like more than embarrassment.
.
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The second time Kara spends the night is a bit more intentional.
"Never ever ever?" Kara asks in horror.
"Well, unless you count boarding school."
"Obviously I don’t! Mandatory sleep arrangements are not a sleepover, Lena!"
And so Kara shows up Friday evening at Lena's apartment, equipped with snacks, board games, and two sleeping bags.
They camp out on the living room floor after many harrowing but obligatory sleepover activities as per Kara’s direction. Kara snuggles into her sleeping bag until only her head is visible, and barely that in its entirety. She smiles at Lena. Over the hum of the fridge and the occasional traffic outside, Lena can hear her start to purr.
Lena wants to ask, wants to reach, wants to touch, but Kara closes her and is out like a light, rolling onto her side, her back to Lena, even as the purring continues.
Lena wonders what it would be like to feel it, to simply reach out and press her hand to Kara’s back, let those powerful vibrations travel up her arm, sense the corporeal manifestation of Kara’s contentment and comfort and ease.
Fuck. How invasive would that be? Lena’s in her own little sleeping bag, Kara in hers, a clear delineation between them. Kara had rolled onto her side, showing Lena her back. She trusts Lena enough to fall asleep in her presence, to---to purr about it.
Lena turns over, curling her hand to her chest, and allows that addictive, peaceful sound to lull her to sleep.
.
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The seventh time Kara spends the night, Lena just invites her to bed.
"Come on," she says. "My couch is sick of you. Give the poor thing some space."
Kara doesn’t always seem entirely at ease in her body, but she sprawls all over Lena’s mattress, linking her arms behind her head, filling Lena’s space with her presence as naturally as if this bed has always been hers. Lena watches her from the corner of her eye as she wriggles a little in the sheets, hugging her pillow in one arm, luxuriating in the simple comfort. She’s magnetic.
Lena debates her options before picking her satin pyjama set and climbing in beside her.
Kara immediately flops onto her side, head propped on her arm, grinning. “Fancy seeing you here.”
Lena has left barely an inch between her body and the edge of the bed. She touches it, a reassurance, a promise. “Oh?” she asks. “Come here often, then?”
Kara leans closer. “I wish,” she says, voice low.
Lena stares at her for a fraction too long, laughs awkwardly to compensate, turns away to turn off the light. “Goodnight, you flirt.”
Kara reaches out and squeezes Lena’s hand in the dark. “Goodnight, Lena.”
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They fall asleep on opposite sides of the bed. Lena knows this for certain; she checked. She can remember touching the edge of the bed just before falling asleep. But she wakes up---she wakes up with her arm wound around Kara’s belly, Kara’s butt tucked into her groin, Kara’s body vibrating palpably against her own.
Sleep foggy and enamored, Lena reaches an unthinking hand to press directly over Kara’s purring chest.
“Hey,” a muggy voice greets her. Kara turns over onto her back, shoots her a blurry smile.
“Shit.” Lena tries to snatch away her hand only for Kara to grab her arm, keeping her hand against Kara’s chest. The vibrations intensify. “Sorry,” Lena mutters, eyes fixed on her own hand.
Kara grips tighter. “You like it?” she asks, her voice sleep-rough.
Lena swallows. Nods. Denial would be absurd at this point.
“It’s for you,” Kara rasps.
Lena feels her heart in her throat. Her eyes find Kara’s.
“I like your bed,” Kara says, words plain and eyes intense. “I like you.”
Kara’s purring swells and dips with her breath, loud in Lena’s ears, tangible against her skin. Lena puts her weight on the palm braced on Kara’s chest; Kara strains upward in an impressive show of core strength. They meet somewhere in the middle.
Kara kisses sweet and simple, a little sluggish with sleep, still gripping Lena’s forearm. The purring deepens, a low, insistent hum between them; a reassurance, a confession, a gift. Lena turns her head away, overwhelmed. Takes the hand off too.
“What?” Kara sits up further, hand sliding up to grip Lena’s wrist, thumb against her palm. The purring quiets. “What’s wrong?”
I just feel really loved right now, is a thought Lena could never verbally express in a million years.
“Gosh, Lena, are you crying?” Kara digs her thumb into the heel of Lena’s palm. “I’m that bad, huh?”
“The worst,” Lena agrees. Sniffs.
Kara smiles. “Okay. Let me try again? I’m a very good student.”
Lena wipes a knuckle under her eye. “A real teacher’s cat,” she says.
Kara doesn’t dignify that with a laugh, but she does dignify it with another kiss. Lena slumps forward into her until Kara's back flops back on the bed and her arms come around Lena, physically cocooned within every tactile expression of Kara’s affection.
Lena has no particular physiological mechanism to showcase her appreciation, so she pours it into the kiss instead.
Just want to remind everyone of this
Gonna tell my kids this was the Charlie's Angels
Rachel Weisz talking about her persuit of finding a script with ‘two good female parts’
Headcanon about Rey’s new lightsaber
She made the lightsaber hilt out of her staff to honour her past as a scavenger and the item that helped her survive all those years she was on her own.
She retrieved Kylo’s lightsaber and healed the cracked kyber crystal. She used that to power her new lightsaber. The blade is yellow because red (it was formerly on the dark side) + green (it was healed and is now on the light side) light combined makes yellow.
The healed crystal symbolises the way in which Rey symbolically killed Kylo Ren and then healed him. He was reborn as Ben Solo just as this crystal has now been reborn as something new.
The lightsaber honours their history and the ability to heal and move on from the past. It is the embodiment of who they are and what together they represent.
Balance.
#well mark me down as scared and h*rny
My precious cinamonroll.
I mean, look at her. JUST. LOOK. AT. HER.
You can feel her nervousness. Lana is so precious <3
Every time I see Lana I say very quietly to myself “Let’s go lesbians”
I didn’t mean to screenshot her right at this moment, but she’s so darn cute here. Caption: Lana Beniko: I knew you were alive. I felt it.
I loved when she said that line!
lana “are you ready to comandeer, commander” beniko
Because Tyrion is weirdly fascinated by direwolves
Tyrion: if you had to separate your direwolf from 49 other identical direwolves that were all equally excited to see you, how would you determine which direwolf was yours?
Bran: I would know it in my bones. Him and I are one.
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Tyrion: if you had to separate your direwolf from 49 other identical direwolves that were all equally excited to see you, how would you determine which direwolf was yours?
Sansa: Ok, so that was just harsh and-
Tyrion: Oh fuck. I completely-
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Tyrion: if you had to separate your direwolf from 49 other identical direwolves that were all equally excited to see you, how would you determine which direwolf was yours?
Rickon: *has been ignoring him for this entire conversation. Tyrion will never receive a reply*
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Tyrion: if you had to separate your direwolf from 49 other identical direwolves that were all equally excited to see you, how would you determine which direwolf was yours?
Jon: No direwolf can brood like my direwolf. *Looks out the window and broods about it*
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Tyrion: if you had to separate your direwolf from 49 other identical direwolves that were all equally excited to see you, how would you determine which direwolf was yours?
Arya:*flips hair* i would take my 50 direwolves home and live like a queen. I’d trust Nymeria would have made herself the alpha by then.
Tyrion:
Tyrion: I didn’t make this a competition but she just won… somehow
Ahhh!!! Anxiety and add nervous energy from this quarantine and not wanting to actually go into work tomorrow (my boss still isn’t letting me work from home yet) all leads to insomnia!!
Alex Danvers is completely oblivious to any time someone is flirting with her because she just has that much raw dumbass lesbian energy OR Kara Danvers has no idea what the human idea of normalcy and platonic behavior is and Alex grew up with someone who gives all-night hugs and kisses just to be friendly and on multiple occasions sent platonic nudes just because she thought she looked nice and completely messed up Alex's radar.
I mean, both is always an option…