Pinoe: So, what’s it like dating Christen?
Tobin: One time, I asked her for water while she was pissed at me and she brought me a glass full of ice and told me to wait.
Tobin: I love her.
The Crain Kids + smiles
Joining in on that ship dynamics meme hehe
the parallels
Paige Bueckers aka president of the Azzi Fudd fan club
head empty beatrice following ava and pulling her back in when ava starts to break the kiss only
*This is a joke, you're the gayest person ever, I said so and I'm the ultimate authority on this matter. Case closed.
Pinoe's head again..😤😏🤗
🎥🎞️ : discord channels 😅
A college au where Lena does the unthinkable: she forgets about her chemistry lab. Now Lena never misses a lab. She’s never even late to class. So when her lab partner calls her, asking where she is, her heart drops. She’d forgotten it’s Wednesday. How could she forget it’s Wednesday?
A glance at her watch tells her that she has approximately 10 minutes before she’s actually late, which is plenty of time to get two buildings over to the lab space.
The only minor snag is, well… lab dress code. Normally, that would never be an issue. She always keeps a spare pair of safety goggles in her bag, and she’d never deign to wear something like shorts or sandals to attend classes, like some of her peers.
But… some days, she’s just stayed up far too late studying. Some days, she’s barely staying upright by coffee and willpower alone, and she’s so tired that she couldn’t even be bothered to put her contacts in before classes. On those days, she’s willing to make a minor exception to her usually immaculate state of dress.
With her biomedical engineering midterm fast approaching, today happens to be one of those days. The skin tight leggings that she threw on before sleepily rushing out the door that morning mock her with the way that they cling. Honestly it’s not as if she planned to spill corrosives on herself, but she knows for a fact Dr. Kord wouldn’t allow her to walk through the door in such “lab inappropriate apparel.”
Ugh. At least, the tennis shoes she threw on are close-toed. She’ll figure something out.
And as she scurries through the chemistry halls towards the lab, that something presents itself.
She catches site of a blond girl in comfy looking NCU sweat pants heading into the restroom just around the corner from her destination. And really, she can’t believe she’s doing this, but her options are limited. So she looks the girl dead in the eye through the mirror and steels herself, as she firmly states, “I need your pants.”
“You… what?” her bewilderment is evident in her reflection.
“Your pants. I need them,” Lena repeats to the stranger, raising her chin, as if this isn’t the strangest request (read: demand) she’s ever made.
The blond turns around to face her, spluttering as she pulls at the straps of her backpack. She eyes the door behind Lena momentarily, before asking, “Why?”
Lena sighs, “Chemistry lab,” and glances down at her watch, a frown growing. “In two and a half minutes. And I… well…” She gestures down at her legs, sheepishly. “I forgot.”
Her eyes lock again with the blond’s and she momentarily forgets her fluster in realization that, behind dark-framed glasses, they’re a vibrant shade of blue. And determined, too.
Determined enough to usher Lena into a stall, and without a word, she heads into the adjacent one. A pair of sweats are flopped over the dividing wall for Lena to grab, and as she strips off her leggings to pull on the sweat pants, she notices the name ‘Danvers’ running down the thigh. It seems oddly familiar, but—
“So how long is this lab?” the girl in the next stall asks.
“Four hours.” The splutter from next door tells Lena that maybe this ‘Danvers’ didn’t necessarily think this through.
“Four hours?! Am I supposed to just… hang out here, pants-less, that whole time?”
And, oh, that finally breaks through Lena’s stress and embarrassment. “Of course not.” Laughing, she tosses her leggings over wall, and exits her stall to the sound of shuffling.
“Thanks for this, by the way,” Lena says as she digs for her goggles in her bag. “I really owe you.”
“It’s no problem,” the voice behind her says as the stall door swings open. “It may be one of the weirder things to happen to me, but definitely not the weirdest.”
Lena goes to laugh at that, but the sound dies in her throat and her mouth goes dry as she takes in the reflection of incredibly fit and well-muscled legs shifting under the tight material of her leggings. She has to swallow a deep breath and blink hard to recalibrate her mind.
But the girl immediately decimates the progress by twisting to get a view of her ass in the tight spandex, giving Lena a rather favorable view in the process.
“Don’t look too terrible, do they?” she asks with a grin.
“No.” Lena’s voice comes out strangled, and she looks away, clearing her throat before trying again. “No, definitely not.”
Looking for anywhere to place her eyes that isn’t on her savior’s well-defined (and now prominently-displayed) ass, Lena glances at her watch again.
Fuck.
“I should—“ Lena starts, gesturing to the door.
“Yeah,” the girl agrees, shuffling her feet and scratching at the back of her neck. And was that a faint blush Lena spied on her cheeks?
“I’ll, uh, get these back to—“
“No worries. Go, we’ll figure something—“
“—Yeah.”
They both pause, just gazing at each other for a moment, when Lena’s phone rings.
“Lena, where are you?!” a voice calls from the phone speaker.
Lena flashes the blond a last smile and a little wave, as she says, “I’m just around the corner, Jack. I’ll be right—“
She runs straight into her lab partner, who steadies her as she stumbles. “—there.”
“Thank god. You made it. I was worried I’d have to pair up with that moronic—“ Jack’s voice trailed off as he stared at her, mouth agape. “Are you… Why are you wearing Kara’s sweats?”
“Who?” Lena’s brows furrow.
“Kara. Kara Danvers. NCU’s star soccer player? She as in that game Sam dragged us to.” A smug grin spreads across Jack’s face. “I knew it! I knew you were lusting over her! You spent the whole time staring.”
Danvers. That’s why the name sounded familiar. And, now that she thought about it, the face too, though she hadn’t worn those glasses that hid half her face during the game.
“God, I can’t believe you’re sleeping with Kara Danvers. I can’t wait to tell Sam.” Jack sounded far too gleeful about the whole situation.
“We’re— I’m… I’m not— We’re not—“ Lena struggles to get any words out to explain the situation. But images of the blond… Kara… in her leggings spring to life in her mind, and Lena quickly realizes she wouldn’t be opposed to it being true.
“Lena. Darling. You got in her pants. Literally.” Jack smirks, and a blushing Lena just shoves him towards the door.
“Just get in the fucking lab.”
long train rides with the one you love (for @supercorpzine)
Why do you not like the Korrasami/Supercorp comparisons?
There's a handful of reasons, but the biggest would be the difference in culture/race and also the circumstances of the creation process of the two series.
I personally have had too many debates with people about Asami and other ATLA/TLOK characters being POC. Honestly it still baffles me that people believe that most of the characters are white and continue to believe this. This is also present in a handful of Asami/Lena comparisons and Korrasami/Supercorp comparisons. Obviously not all posts are like this, but a good amount are either explicitly or implicitly implying that Asami is a white woman. So often media will whitewash characters and the public will be vocal about a black person being whitewashed. But when an Asian character is whitewashed or racebent, there isn't as much vocal outcry. This can be seen in a handful of movie and series adaptations of Asian source material. So when people specifically compare the two characters and say that Katie McGrath would be the perfect Asami, I personally find it extremely problematic.
Another issue overall between the Korrasami = Supercorp idea is that people are often taking two women of color and plopping them down into an, honestly, stereotypical white world where there is a lack of POC and culture (I haven't watched past season 3 so this could have changed in some way). Korra and Asami break so many molds when it comes to POC stereotypes, that it's really difficult personally to see them compared to characters that come from the Supergirl Universe.
Finally the idea of "will supergirl writers have the guts to do this..." is so stomach turning. The Legend of Korra came out in 2012 and aired its last episode in 2014. In 2014 same sex marriage was not legal across the USA. It wasn't until midway through 2015 that it became legal. This means that the writing for Korrasami needed to be done in very specific ways to even be broadcasted through Nickelodeon. When it comes to Supergirl, there are no limitations like that, only the producers/executives and even the cast. So to even think that the Supergirl writers needed to "pull a Korrasami", the queerbaiting, and the problematic comments that some of the Supergirl cast have made in the past is honestly really disappointing and furthers my dislike of the two series, characters, and couple being compared.
Yes we can look at similarities of the characters' circumstances and personalities, but this is surface level. If we get down to the nitty gritty and really delve into the nuances of Korrasami = Supercorp, there are a lot of underlying issues.