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— [ (peering at dash through cardboard binoculars)

my, my ]

#( t: out of spandex. )#( hello children it is me )#( i have a brand new laptop )#( but no icons or rp stuff at all )

「 to be human is to love even when it gets too much.」

new diana prince // wonder woman

#( t: out of spandex. )#( t: promo. )#[ HAHAH I DONE DID THE THING ]#[ im trash for dc women ]#[ if only i had icons!! ]#marvel rp #dc rp #wonder woman rp #marvel roleplay #dc roleplay

the most fabulous female on the face of the earth 💖

#pride #( t: beneath the s. )#[ !! it's a crappy lil edit but :') ]#[ she's my fave bisexual ]

sirenblack

Kara being super-pretty as always (✿◠‿◠) 9/??

#( t: in the mirror. )

— [ why hello my babies

HOW ARE U!!! 💝 ]

#( t: out of spandex. )#[ IT'S BEEN 5 THOUSAND YEARS ]#[ honestly i really miss it on here ]#[ i have no clue what the comm is like any more butttt ]#[ when school ends in a couple months i plan to just ]#[ buckle down and rewatch supergirl from start to end ]#[ and make notes on kara and stuff ]#[ and come back on here and try not to be a disappointment LOL ]

agrifter:

@kryptoiisms it’s gonna get fluffy

Man, sometimes he hated having missions. They could easily become a chore, like doing homework for school or cleaning one’s room – except these involved mass amounts of shooting and alien guts. He hated entering into Kara’s apartment window like a stray dog, carefully depositing his blood-caked boots on the fire escape before tiptoeing around her crisp carpet in his dirty socks toward her room.

But if there was one thing he did like about this life: it was flopping on to her bed, all belts and guns will intact on his hips and chest, and simply laying there like he hadn’t known rest in 90 years. Cole didn’t really care if she was awake, less if his noise had woken her up: he simply liked to be nearby. He liked this whole ‘peacefulness without consequence’ thing.

Kara knew she would be having a visitor today; the grifter in her life was like an indoor-outdoor cat. He left for a little while, but always came back when he wanted company. Or food. She always provided those sorts of things for him; the routine was comforting, something she could look forward to at times. The window to her apartment opening had stirred her from a light sleep, squinting blue eyes blinking as she was pulled from the haze of semi-unconsciousness. She didn’t move until a little after he invited himself on her bed, though.

She pushed herself up into a sitting position, running her fingers of one hand through the blonde curls that seemed to jump from her scalp in all directions. “You’re a mess,” Kara said in a sigh, more content than anything, as she looked over the body next to her. At least he remembered the boots this time. She reached out to ruffle his hair. “Welcome home.” A yawn, and then she settled onto her side to face him, head resting on her arm. Her cheek was squished against it when she smiled at him. “How was it?”

#agrifter #( v: girl of tomorrow. )#[ me: still confused on which set of icons to use w cole]#[ I HURT THO THEY'RE SO CUTE]#[ hc kara says welcome home every time ]#[ bc babies ]

bellatornoctis:

@kryptoiisms

She frowned. “Hey. HEY.” She snapped her fingers a couple times. “Sunshine girl, among the living if it means anything.” A roll of the eyes and a sigh. Some cover this was turning out to be, the blonde didn’t even seem to be paying attention.

“Huh—?” Kara jumped, wide eyes blinking and finally focusing on Izzy’s face. “Oh, sorry, sorry,” She smiled sheepishly, readjusting her hand under her chin more comfortably. “What were you saying?” The bustle of people walking past them on their right reflected in the storefront window to their left, which is were Kara’s attention had been previously kept. She knew it was rude to not pay attention to someone when they were talking — but she was! At first, she really was listening to Izzy watching the reflections of people go by. Kara had soon gotten distracted by Izzy’s reflection specifically; watching her talk had been strangely captivating, leaving the blonde with a dumb look and deaf ears — until now.

#( v: girl of tomorrow. )#bellatornoctis #[ rip kara ur gay is showing ]#[ also i jST WOKE UP SO IM SORRY IF THIS IS BAD ]

— [ hello, hello, hello, my wonderful superbabes!!! ]

#( t: out of spandex. )#[ listen....... i know ]

captainheroism

— AS IF “FIGHT LIKE A GIRL” WAS AN INSULT (x)

#( t: mobile. )#( t: beneath the s. )

broderiemyworld-deactivated2020

#( t: mobile. )#( t: kara likes. )

books-n-quotes

They tell you you’ll forget how it used to be. You’ll get used to it, that it’s better to move on. They don’t realize you can’t. You’re not the same person anymore.

Amanda Sun, Ink (via books-n-quotes)

#( t: mobile. )#( t: beneath the s. )

xofsin:

At first, when Kara called him, he had thought it was purely for reasons of an emergency. Such was always the case when the younger generation of superheroes contacted him; they were in need of supernatural assistance, or perhaps simply advice, and Stranger was always willing to give. But it seemed as though Kara was going to be the one giving, and Stranger, receiving.

“… Leatherbys. An interesting spot to… conduct a meeting.” Judging by his rather cynical expression & the civvy-clothes-clad girl in front of him, Stranger now knew this was no emergency. Though it was nice to be surprised every once and a while. “Please, enlighten me, Kara.”

@kryptoiisms

At first, when she called stranger, she had thought it would be a BOTHER to him. for whatever reason, she had become increasingly aware that she always called him for frivolous meetings, not to ask for ASSISTANCE. that’s not to say she didn’t enjoy their outings; he was a pleasant being to be around, a friend with somewhat of a FAMILY feeling. even now, his expression had warranted a wide GRIN from kara.

An AMUSED giggle escaped the brunette, a long, slender spoon being twirled LEISURELY between her fingers. ❛ you always ask me for a REASON, ❜ she said quietly, though it was fond, ❛ when a reason is not always NEEDED. ❜ setting the spoon down on the pastel table, kara set her elbows on the edge of the table, her chin resting upon the heels of her hands. ❛ i just wanted to see how you’re DOING. i mean, uh— you know, since our OCCUPATIONS keep us so BUSY! it’s hard to CHECK UP consistently. ❜ here, the brunette paused and pursed her lips with a little hum, CONTEMPLATION flashing in her eyes. ❛ and if you’re not too BUSY after this, i’d like to TELL you something. so...! how are you? ❜

#xofsin #( v: maid of might. )#long post??#[ GRANDPA I HOPE UR READY FOR SOME FEELS ]#[ BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP IT'S GONA GET EMOTIONAL ]

[ i assure you, im not dead, i just ]

#( t: mobile. )#( t: out of spandex. )#( t: delete later. )#[ ILL BE COMIN BACKVON HERE SOON. ONCE I CSTCH UP ON SG]

itsaliving:

“Whoa – you serious, K?” Tommy’s sitting up a little more, grin both EXCITED and AMUSED – his dopiest and sweetest grin yet. “I mean, I was kinda just thinkin’ out loud, but look at you. Just went n’ ran with it. What’s in the fridge?” Legs that were previously crossed over her lap on the couch hastily uncross as he spurs himself toward the fridge. His visage unseen by the other due to the fact that it was now stuck inside the cool appliance, Tommy continued in a rather muffled fashion:

“I’ve never really been to the beach. Like, I’ve seen it in a car n’ I’ve flown over it when I went to Ireland but like, I’ve never been in the water. – Hey, look at that. We got snacks n’ stuff, for once.” He had Kara to thank for keeping the apartment (which was formerly Pat’s, now fondly adopted by the nostalgic hitman) well-stocked and also making Tommy’s lazy butt dust and clean. (It had been hard, at first; cleaning had felt like erasing every trace of Pat from the building. But it was also somehow cathartic, so he didn’t question her methods.)

“What are you thinkin’, Danvers. Tomorrow? Right now?” He’s dangerously waving a bottle of wine at her, saved for a special occasion which would be, Tommy assumed, Kara and Tommy’s new beach extravaganza.

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“Food, hopefully.” Kara replied playfully, moving to gently set her neat stack of clothes onto the arm of the couch. She had grabbed what she assumed she would need: a bathing suit, a pair of shorts, and a cover-up. Being a battery for solar energy negated any use for things like sunblock or a hat... “The stuff on the bottom shelf is for your dinner, though, so don’t touch that or I’ll toss you into the supermarket.” Literally.

She couldn’t help but smile at Tommy’s confession of sorts. A crying shame, if she was asked. “You’ve been missing out on one of life’s greatest destinations, Monaghan,” the blonde crossed her arms. Tommy’s missed out on a lot of things, she thought. Of course, she would never say that so boldly to his face, but Kara did what she could to help him catch up a little. Forcing him to clean the apartment had only been the start of her plan; she wanted him to feel like he could have a clean slate without necessarily forgetting what was previously written upon it. Most of the time, she just tried to offer her support and her presence whenever it was time for him to move forward. In reality, Kara was beyond delighted that Tommy seemed to want her as a part of this new slate.

“With that sweet sunshine outside calling my name, I’m definitely thinking right now,” she grinned, moving a hand up to gesture at her eyes. “Plus, the faster we can show off your shades in an appropriate setting, the better! Now, what do you think? We could fly there.” Kara wiggled her eyebrows.

#itsaliving #long post #( v: girl of tomorrow. )#[ AAA IM SO IN LOVE ]#[ MY SWEET CHILDREN HAVE REVIVED ME ]