As If We Were The Ones Tying Azzi To Paige And Not Them, Forgetting That Other People Exist.

my dad likes to call the stretches of time where you’re not creating “dreaming periods” and says that they’re meant to allow you to absorb all of the beauty, life, and inspiration from the things around you so that when you’re able to create again, you will have fanned your spark back into a flame. sometimes its hard to see those moments as anything but stagnation, but he always says that they’re natural and healthy and needed—things that should be embraced rather than feared.

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Kara goes to the future. She hugs them all, a factory line of tearful goodbyes, in the shadow of a Legion cruiser, and then disappears in a flash of blue.

Lena watches her go, and opens up a little box.

-

Five years pass, and life in the twenty-first century soldiers on as normally as is possible in a world without Kara.

Alex, Kelly and Esme fall into the routine of being a family, all school drop offs and trips to the park and learning to control adolescent superpowers.

J’onn takes on the bulk of superhero duties, with Nia and Brainy at his side, and together they keep National City and the world from falling to ruin. It’s harder without their favorite Kryptonian by their side, but they manage.

Lena flounders.

She moved to National City to be near Supergirl and to use her family’s company as a force for good. Now, with no Supergirl patrolling the skies and no business to run, Lena finds there’s very little outside of her friends that’s tethering her to stay.

She helps the remaining Superfriends when she can, throws herself into mastering her magic only to find that it leaves a bitter, unfulfilled taste in her mouth every time latin slips over her tongue.

Sam invites her to Metropolis for a few weeks, as a way to clear her head, to search for a purpose in this still new world that suddenly feels so empty.

It’s there that she reconnects with James.

He’d been friendly at the wedding, warm and understanding and interested in Lena, in what her life had become after he’d set out in search of his own.

It’s nice, having someone care again.

She kisses him on their third unofficial date and moves back to Metropolis on their six month anniversary.

Sam hires her on as head of R&D at the new company she works for, and Lena finds peace in making things again. It feels good to put her scientific mind to work, to use her hands to build things that will help everyday people without the aid of superpowers or spells.

She tucks her mother’s grimoire away in the top of the walk-in closet she shares with James, underneath a National City University sweatshirt, and beside a moving box labeled ‘Kara’.

Lena gets on with her life.

-

Kara comes back on a Thursday.

She’s cut her hair short and traded her Supergirl blue and red for a sleek, dark navy suit with her house crest emblazoned on the chest in white. She wears a Legionaries ring, and when she walks down the gangplank of the ship Alex is waiting for her.

Mon-el doesn’t come with her and the Legion cruiser disappears back into the sky.

Kara comes back to National City and Lena isn’t there.

“I spoke to her at Christmas,” Kelly says over their reunion dinner, after Kara finally gets up the courage to ask in her most practiced, casual tone. “She sounded happy.”

Kara’s brow crinkles.

“It’s March.”

Kelly just hums and passes her the potato salad.

“We’ve all been pretty busy. Things have changed since you’ve been gone.”

“Yeah,” Kara says quietly, pushing a chunk of potato across her plate, avoiding Alex’s eyes that are locked on her. “They sure have.”

-

Kara flies to Metropolis.

The city of the future is bright and clean, and looks more like the world she’s just come from than anything in National City. It’s equal parts comforting and sad.

Lena is on her lunch break, waiting in line at her favorite Vietnamese food truck, when she sees a streak of dark blue across the sky. The color palette is different, but the shape of it halts her breath in her chest.

She leaves without ordering, sprinting despite her four inch heels in the direction she saw her go. She doesn’t plan to, doesn’t even think about it, before her feet are moving quickly down the sidewalk, shoulder bumping into pedestrians along the way.

They meet up in the park, across from the pond where a family of ducks is diving and splashing about in the sunshine.

Lena halts in her tracks when Kara lands gracefully a few feet away, dropping delicately to the earth on a single toe, nothing like the rough three point landing she had expected.

She’s all sharp eyes and strong shoulders, short blonde hair shaggy around her face from flight. It knocks the wind out of Lena, who stumbles on her heel.

Before she can catch herself, strong arms are wrapped around her waist, warm and familiar and enough to break her heart. She squeezes her eyes shut and leans her forehead against Kara’s shoulder, drawing in a shuddering breath.

“Are you okay?” Kara whispers after a moment.

Lena’s hands come up to rest against the crest on her chest, fingers digging in to the synthetic material.

She doesn’t have an answer.

-

They find a bench to sit on.

Kara presses a button somewhere and her suit melts away into a simple black t-shirt and pants, standard Legion fatigues. She looks sleek and strong and so good it makes Lena’s breath hitch loud enough for Kara to hear.

They both ignore it.

It’s awkward. Kara can’t share much about the future and Lena doesn’t know what to say about the present, so for a long time they just sit in the shade of an oak tree and look at each other.

Lena’s phone rings.

“It’s James.”

She slides to answer it slowly, eyes never leaving Kara’s form across from her like she’s afraid if she blinks she might disappear.

“Hey. Yes, I did. It’s her, I’m with her now. I know, me too. Okay. Yes, I’ll see you for dinner. Oh...okay, yeah. No, I will. Love you too.”

When she hangs up the call Kara is staring at her with an unreadable expression.

“James said to tell you hi,” Lena says, going for friendly but it comes out mournful. “And to invite you to our place for dinner.”

“Our place...” Kara repeats absently, but she already has her answer in the look on Lena’s face and the platinum band catching the sunlight on Lena’s left hand.

“We’ve been married for two years.”

-

‘Our place’ turns out to be a brownstone close to the Daily Planet where James has been working again for the last four years.

“I thought he couldn’t...”

Lena quirks an eyebrow, the barest hint of a smirk curling at her lip.

“Would you believe Andrea had a change of heart?”

Because of course Lena could talk Andrea down from a stubborn, bitter edge. There isn’t anything she wouldn’t make happen for the people she loves.

Inside James and Lena’s place is tidy and modern, with unblemished leather furniture and James’s photography on the walls.

Kara walks through the last five years, caught and captured in still frames. She spots Alex and Kelly, Lois and Clark, Brainy and Nia.

There’s Lena and Sam squeezing Ruby between them at her high school graduation. There’s James with Esme sitting high on his shoulders, red cape fluttering behind her shoulders.

Kara gets stuck at their wedding portrait, posed and perfect with James in a sharp tux and Lena all in white and lace. They look happy.

“I’m sorry that I missed it,” she says quietly, and Lena stills across the room. Something flares hot and wild in her chest and she wants to snap you missed a lot of things.

She takes a deep breath and smiles.

“Me too.”

-

James laughs when he sees her, ruffles her hair, pulls her into a tight hug. He’s the same as he’s always been, and it’s comforting in a world that feels so changed.

He and Lena make dinner while Kara watches them from the bar with a drink in her hand, the remnants of a bottle of Clark’s alien rum for which she finds herself grateful.

Lena chops vegetables while James hovers at the stove, and Kara watches them orbit each other in practiced synchronicity.

“Can you pass me the—“

“It’s over there.”

“Oh, I got it. Thanks.”

Kara finishes her drink.

-

Halfway through dinner, where James leads the conversation and things start to feel a little more natural, Lena’s phone rings.

She excuses herself quickly and slips into what Kara assumes is her office.

Kara tells herself she doesn’t mean to listen.

Kara tells herself a lot of things.

“So, you’ve heard,” there’s a shuffle as Lena drops heavily into her desk chair. “I’m fine. Yes, really. — Sam, please,” a heavy sigh and then a quiet “she looks good.” Another pause and then a tense “don’t be ridiculous” to which Sam says something Kara can’t hear and Lena breathes out slowly.

“Of course I do.”

Kara stops listening after that.

-

After dinner Kara says she needs to get back to National City. James and Lena walk her down the steps to the sidewalk, where James pulls her into another hug.

“You staying?”

As they break apart Kara looks at Lena, whose face is stoic, cheeks tinged pink in the cool night air.

“Yeah. I’m staying.”

When they hug goodbye, Kara's fingertips ghost the small of Lena’s back, and Lena’s temple presses against Kara’s cheek.

“See you soon,” Kara says quietly, and then she’s off like a shooting star. They watch her go quietly and then turn to each other, James holding out his hand.

Lena takes it.

-

Supergirl Returns! is splashed across the front of the Daily Planet in the morning, with a picture of Kara soaring in a majestic stretch of dark blue. Lena memorizes the article and then throws the paper away, burying it deep in the waste paper basket.

-

Chaos follows Kara like a shadow in the following weeks, every villain on the planet eager to take a bite out of the legendary girl of steel. She falls back into the familiar habit of punching, and flying and freezing things in their wake.

When a rowdy alien lobs an uppercut beneath her chin hard enough to sting, she takes it.

She decks him hard enough to feel bone crumble beneath her fist and drags him into a holding cell. When the containment force field sparks to life between them Kara feels like she’s the one in a cage.

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“I’m not sure if I belong here anymore,” she says to Alex one afternoon as they walk along the pier, ice cream cones melting in their hands. Her sister takes a long lick of chocolate and then looks at her with careful eyes.

“That’s what Lena said, when she moved back to Metropolis.”

Triple scoops of mint chocolate ice cream, the same color as Lena’s eyes, melts over Kara’s knuckles, and she throws the cone into a nearby trash can.

-

Lena can’t focus. She’s been struggling to finish this project since before Kara came back, and each day it feels like the solution slips further and further away.

“You should take a vacation,” Sam says over take out salads and tumblers of scotch. “Clear your head.”

Lena pins her with a knowing stare.

“Oh, yeah? And where do you suggest I go?”

“I’m just saying.”

“Well don’t.”

Sam lets it slide, but when Lena gets home that night and James suggests they go to National City for Esme’s middle school graduation, Lena knows she’s been meddling.

It makes Lena feel feral, like a wild animal being led into a trap.

-

Esme has grown tall in the early stages of puberty, already surpassing Kelly who wraps her arms around her daughter with pride.

“Where does the time go?” she asks with a smile and a shake of her head. Kara presses in next to them for the group photo, Alex on one side of her, James on the other.

She’s been wondering that herself.

-

Al’s is the same as it was when they all left it, dark and loud and packed with people. Esme is off to a friend's graduation party, and Alex convinces them all to let loose for the night.

“We raised a whole almost pre-teen,” she says lifting her glass of whiskey over the table. It’s joined by the other’s drinks in a clink of celebration. “We deserve a night of fun.”

They do have fun.

Nia drags them all onto the dance floor, and James goads them into more rounds of shots than is probably responsible, and for the first time since Kara came back, everything feels close to familiar.

Lena laughs at Brainy’s jokes, and drinks the old fashioned Alex presses into her palm, but her eyes stay glued to Kara who sits across the table, watching her back.

After the fourth round, when James and Kelly are kicking Alex and Nia’s butts in pool while Brainy offers helpful calculations of angle and force, Lena slips out the back door into the alley.

The cold night air feels good on her cheeks, helping to cool some of the flush brought on by alcohol and the crowd of warm bodies.

A moment later the door opens, and she doesn’t have to turn around to know who’s standing behind her.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

They lean against the brick wall, half in shadow with only the flickering neon of the streetlight at the mouth of the alley to see by.

Kara picks at invisible threads on her jeans. Lena twists her fingers in her lap. They both study their shoes.

“I missed you,” Kara says quietly after what feels like too long, and Lena sighs heavily, a puff of mist in the night air.

“You left,” she says shortly, the thrum of alcohol in her veins just enough to loosen her tongue and the lid on her largest, most important box.

The ‘me’ at the end of the sentence goes unsaid.

“I’m sorry,” Kara breathes and it’s enough to get Lena to push off the wall, stepping in front of her with a stern brow and trembling fingers.

She wants to reach out, to pull Kara closer, to push her away, to pound her fists against the spot where her crest usually rests. Her fingers curl into fists and she shoves them into her coat pockets.

“What do you want, Kara? Why did you come back?”

Kara shakes her head, righting herself from where she was leaning against the wall, and it brings her closer to Lena, close enough to reach out and touch.

It might as well be the gulf of space and time between them.

“I realized I made the wrong choice.”

“When?”

“About thirty seconds after the ship left.”

Lena laughs, and it’s a cold hollow sound. She crosses her arms over her chest, turns to look down the alley, into the darkness, away from the piercing blue of Kara’s eyes.

“That was five years ago.”

“I know,” she doesn’t offer any further explanation, and Lena doesn’t ask for one. Her jaw tenses, a pale flash of muscle in the low light.

“It’s too late,” Lena says quietly, fingers curled against her bicep to hold herself together. She looks back to Kara, and can see the outline of a tear on one cheek.

“I know,” she says again.

Lena stares at her for a long moment, the tension tightening between them until it threatens to snap into something like disaster.

She turns on her heel and goes back into the bar. A moment later there’s a streak of dark blue across the night sky.

-

Six months go by.

Kara starts working as a freelance reporter and it gives her something to focus on that isn’t lost opportunities and alien bad guys.

She finds her stride in writing again, and gets a few pieces published that make waves. When Andrea offers her a position at CatCo she politely declines, finding she enjoys the freedom and challenge that comes with working on her own terms.

She rents a house at the edge of the city, with a little yard where Kelly helps her plant a garden, and a spare bedroom for any guests that may come to stay.

It sits empty for a long time before she decides to turn it into an art studio. She covers the walls in red paint, dousing everything in crimson and carmine until it feels like home.

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Lena goes to work each morning and home each night. She and James make dinner on nights when they’re both home, and the routine of their life continues as it has for the last five years.

One night when Lena has a little bit too much to drink James finds her on the floor of the walk-in closet, digging through an old box. He looks at her for a long time before crouching down to take her in his arms.

“I deserve to be someone’s first choice,” he says against her hair, and she trembles slightly, an old photograph wrinkling between her fists.

“Me too.”

-

Sam helps her pack her things. Five years of a life packed away in neat boxes, ready to be shipped across the country, back to National City.

“You could stay,” Sam offers her an out, as they drive to the airport, James’s outline fading in the rear view mirror. Lena watches him grow smaller and smaller until he disappears.

“No, I can’t.”

-

Kara’s guest room is all covered in red, and smells like paint thinner. One wall is decorated with canvases of all sizes, mostly abstractions of space with a few familiar constellations that Lena recognizes easily.

“Sorry, it’s kind of a mess,” Kara says, pressing a palm to the back of her neck. Lena drops her bag just inside the door, and turns around to face her.

“It’s perfect,” she says, and a moment later Kara’s arms are around her, holding her close with no intention of letting go.

-

It takes two weeks for Kara to kiss her, and another two before Lena moves from the guest room into the master bedroom permanently.

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” Kara says one night as Lena stretches out half on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat, limbs tangled against the sheets. Lena lifts her head just enough to look up into her face, one hand trailing up her cheek to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye.

“You’re here now. Promise you’ll stay?” she leans up to mumble against Kara’s lips, before kissing her, slow and deep. Kara’s arms tighten around her like she’s trying to pull them into one form.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Dear The @cwnetwork:

Let's talk.

Let's talk about why the queerbaiting between the characters of Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor of Supergirl, whether accidental, indirect, or implied, needs to stop asap.

I understand the difference of accidental chemistry between your actresses and straight-up using their storylines as bait to keep your audience hooked.

I know that the LGBTQIA+ community isn't your only audience. However, we are the audience that you are targeting specifically these days. Everytime your program uses Kara and Lena's scenes in the trailer, the teasers from then and now, in the dialogue, their relationship as a recurring topic, as social media boards, promo mats, or when you show their moments in-between that they parallel with other canon DC TV couples, we can't help but hope. We invest our time and emotions in these characters who might get an entire different ending because your management can't stomach a lead ending up with another woman on television.

I get it. You want Supergirl to be a family-friendly show. You want her character to inspire young girls and boys alike. What would parents tell their kids if Supergirl ends up with a woman? Well, what are you showing now if she doesn't end up with the only character who translates to being her soulmate? It seems to me that you don't actually want kids and adults alike to 'dare to defy'. You're afraid of a generation that is confident and emotionally secure to become whoever they want to be. You're telling the same sick excuse that if kids watch a major heroine character end up with another woman, they might follow suit. That is so unrealistic. I've been watching the most heterosexual Disney movies since I was 5 yet I'm still attracted to men and women. Also, so what if these kids grow up to be confident queer folks? Would it be so bad for the younger generation to grow up loving themselves for who they are through a show that preaches about it?

If the chemistry between Melissa and Katie was accidental, we get it. Props to them for acting the hell out every single time they're in a scene together. But to constantly use the "friendship" of their characters to a point where it became the most interesting and awaited dynamic in the entire show yet you still try to convince us that there is nothing 'romantic' is not okay. If they're just best friends, then make them act like they are just best friends.

Don't show us Lena Luthor constantly supporting Kara as a reporter, seeing her potential since the beginning. Don't let Lena be the first one Kara thinks of when she wants to just be herself. It doesn't matter if it's gushing about 90's boy bands, getting her fill of her favorite fast-food, talking about her family, or just simply being happy. If not Lena, then don't show her constantly upgrading Supergirl's suits every single time so Kara can be safe. Don't even think about letting Lena move to National City to 'share her home with a Kryptonian'. Whenever I have a celebrity crush, all I want is to get their autograph or a selfie. Not to breathe the same air where they live! If it's not Lena, then don't trick us into believing that she is the most important person Kara trusts 'in the entire galaxy'. Do not let them become each other's life support. And whatever you do, don't show Kara constantly worrying about Lena every chance she gets to the point where she would risk her identity to save her. That even on the brink of death, she can't help but mention this woman. Do not let Kara fight every single one in her way who even thinks of disrespecting Ms. CEO of LCorp. Don't make an entire episode of Kara visiting different alternate realities in the hopes that Lena would find it in her heart to forgive her. That maybe there is a world out there where they will work out. That's too romantic. We might see right through it. Please refrain from showing these very straight women staring longingly at photographs of each other when things go haywire. Don't create scenes that equate to them breaking up constantly even if they're not technically together. For the love of all things fashion, don't let them constantly wear couple-coded outfits so that they could match. Not the red and blue! That's reserved for the canon partner. Don't even suggest that they're each other's "person". Big no-no. Too much.

You can't tell us, "Well, maybe you've never had a best friend." I sure as hell do not make extra efforts to see my bestie every five minutes, filling their office with flowers, etc. No. You do not know how to value a healthy and loving romantic relationship and it shows.

Being a part of a community that is constantly oppressed, bullied, and shamed for loving who the fuck you want to love is exhausting. It's 2021 and some of you are still acting like we might polish the devil's shoes for holding another girl's hand. You cannot continue on using romantic themes between Kara and Lena if they're not going to end up together. You know why? Because you're telling majority of your viewers, particularly those belonging to the LGBTQIA+ community whether young, old, or in between, that our stories do not matter. Kara and Lena's entire journey reflects a real queer couple's. So if you say that there is absolutely nothing romantic between these characters, it's invalidating.

So, The CW, forgive us for being delighted when we see a major heroine on our fucking TV screens who might just be one of us. Forgive us for wanting representation and demanding for the representation of our community to be respectful. We're sorry for hoping that our stories, our struggles, our fight for love and equality might just be represented by a major TV superhero show in Hollywood. And yes, we have Alex Danvers, Kelly Olsen, and Nia Nal already. But if you really care about these characters that are a part of our community, then give them and their relationships the much-deserved screentime and story development.

But honey, I will never apologize for giving you hell on constantly failing to find a "lead" that would match your protagonist. To be fair, you have a talent for finding the worst possible partners for Kara. Lucy? Wasted potential. James? You we're too racist before they had a chance then turned him into a terrible character. Mon-el? Self-absorbed and toxic. Also, he's married in the future. Don't even think about bringing his ass back. This show ain't The Legal Wife. I don't care if the actors are married in real life, this is fiction and their stories are different. William? ARE. YOU. FUCKING. KIDDING. ME?!

Here's what we've been trying to say about William Dey: he is irrelevant to any kind of plot in the episodes he's been in and the ones in the future, no emotional string to any other character, and pointless to the entire show. If he really is your final choice as Kara's love interest, make their relationship make sense. First of all, there is no chemistry. Second, there is no story. If he's your leading man, why is he the most disconnected character to Kara, both as a reporter and as Supergirl. Why is his character the most underwhelming? How come we cringe when we see him on our screens? Inserting him in random scenarios to seem relevant doesn't make him prince charming material. Just because he's also a reporter doesn't make him the Lois Lane of the show. He just got here! Being an asshole in the beginning, disrespecting her work, then suddenly sending treats on her doorstep isn't romantic. It's gaslighting. If he is truly Kara's endgame, it's disappointing because she will have the most shallow and thoughtless love story out of all the DC TV superheroes. To make matters worse, the actor is so defensive. He insists on being bullied by the fans and that his character is misunderstood. And I can't believe that there are cast members who are so vocal about giving his character a chance. This isn't a best friend's race where you have to defend your cast member all the freaking time. It sucks to hear. Ladies, if he's such a great character, you don't need to constantly convince your audience. You can't say you're tired of the fans who keep bullying him. His character simply does not fit the narrative. We're not bullies! We're simply asking for a better partner. Also, I understand that we must learn to separate the artist from his art. We get it. The actor who constantly whines on social media for the bare minimum support should know the difference too. To be clear, we don't really have anything against William as long as he stays as an extra because that's who he is on the show right now. Crumbs, darling. What we don't like is for him to end up with Kara because she deserves better.

Your main character has been traumatized for years, always at war with who she is and which side matters most, constantly loses the people she loves, selfless to the core, and isn't even given the space to breathe, process, and recover. She deserves someone who will be worthy of representing her family motto. El mayarah.

Kara Zor-El needs somebody who's gonna love her so much it's gonna hurt. She needs somebody who doesn't love her only because she's the girl from the stars, but understands that sometimes she just wants to be held. She needs somebody who respects her and actually listens to her. She needs to be protected more than ever because of the constant near-death experiences she faces. What's William gonna do? Kara needs somebody to come home to and show photos of the cats she rescued from a huge tree down the street and how maybe they could adopt one too. She deserves pillow fights, lazy nights, flopping at baking, geeking about her abilities, and so much more. She deserves someone she can share her heritage and build a home with. She needs someone who is just as human as she yearns to be, broken, a little bruised, but stronger everyday. She deserves to end up with the character who cares for her just as fiercely as Alex does. If that's really William Dey, you have a despicable way of showing it.

But, if you're too homophobic and decide for Kara to end up alone, then that's not fair. She has given so much to save her family, offered her cousin the space he does not deserve, the patience her parents have not earned, and her friends most of her time that they spend too much on just her alter-ego. She is worthy of being loved without expectations. And you know what? She already is.

Lena Kieran Luthor loves her - irrevocably,  unconditionally, to a fault.

I don't care if it was accidental, the acting brought it out, or you're just using their stories as a plot device to keep us on the edge of our seats. Lena loves Kara too much it almost broke her. She loves her so much that you decided to create this huge plot where she never finds out the secret so Kara won't lose the one person who doesn't mind if she lives in the rent-controlled side of town. Honestly, if that's just who she is, no cape or super abilities, Lena would love her just as much. She already does. Lena Luthor, the busiest character on the show, loves Kara to the point of devotion and invention. Do you know how hard it is to speak to a CEO casually? It's like trying to solve this global pandemic. It's impossible. Yet here she is constantly thinking about Kara this or Supergirl that. To be clear, I'm not excusing her actions last season. But she's stronger than what your showrunners give her credit for. Lena is constantly manipulated, abused, neglected, lied to, betrayed, you name it. But time and time again she has proven that she is Kara's match. You have given Kara Zor-El a soulmate the moment you decided that Katie McGrath should stay as a series regular. And I for one am not sorry that her character is a strong independent woman. You should start not being sorry or afraid too.

Look, you can say that it's too early in the season so I should not get ahead of myself. This is also fictional so I shouldn't have so many expectations. I would stop if you refrain from throwing any kind of bone. Maybe I should remain seated and let the writers do their thing? The reality is it's not too early in the season. In fact, it's far too late in the game. If this was RuPaul's Drag Race, baby we are lipsyncing for the crown! You can either sew, crack a joke, death drop 'til your legs give out while remembering the words to Shut Up And Drive, or sashay away.

This is your final season. You should be tying up loose ends. If Lena Luthor was a man, they would be having twins by now for all we know. You can't keep baiting us with your half-baked storylines just so you can keep your ratings afloat. You can't go on like this. Do it or drop it.

If you're going with a different romantic pairing for Kara than most of us hoped for, make it fucking make sense and stick with it. Otherwise, allow Kara to embody her family motto with the only person who truly makes her stronger.

Note: GIF taken from the @lonelydiary through Tumblr. Hope it's okay. Thank you.

So are you obsessed with the brilliant and highly skilled but repressed rich girl falls for the energetic and super powerful golden retriever type of girl and they become ride or die for each other dynamic or….are you normal?

“For the most part, you don’t hold the people you love in your heart because they rescued you from drowning or pulled you from a burning house. Mostly you hold them in your heart because they save you, in a million quiet and perfect ways, from being alone.”

— Jeff Zentner, Goodbye Days

Hundred episodes later and it’s still cool seeing it. (2012 / 2019 / 2021)

You up? Alex Krokus

Please explain warrior nun to me. I wasn’t interested at first but you make it seem so cool I want to learn :)

I WILL explain it to you. Saddle up because I'm prepared to ramble. There will be spoilers. If you'd like another summary w/o spoilers, let me know!

First: our main character, Ava Silva. At the start of the show, she's a paraplegic and orphaned 19 year-old girl who is, quite literally, dead in the first scene. She is snarky, a little clueless but not innocent, and most importantly, she wants more than anything to live.

This is Sister Beatrice!!! She's the love interest, technically, but she's not the only one (just more of an important character than the other), and she's also so much more than that. She is a prodigious warrior who fights for the OCS; The Order of the Cruciform Sword, which is a sect of Catholic nuns that fight demons for the good of the people. She is good at everything with the exception of Not Being Gay, which is, incidentally, the reason she was sent to a Catholic boarding school in the first place. Suffice to say, her parents suck.

There's also a wide cast of incredible characters; we have (from right to left) Mary, who is The Coolest and also, somehow, more of an older sister figure than the actual sisters; Lilith, who's a bit of a bitch but we still love her, Father Vincent, who's also a bit of a bitch but we tolerate him, and then on the far left, there's Camila, who is simultaneously the Cutest and also the Smartest. (also not pictured here is Mother Superion, whom we also love.)

This show has so many good women characters. You will become obsessed with at least one of them. At least.

Essentially, Warrior Nun's plot depends on the use of the Halo, which is a literal Angel's Halo (or is it?) that fuses itself to the spine of one special nun, the Warrior Nun, who is then given the ability to see demons and also other various superpowers. However, because of its immense power, demons and other forces are constantly trying to seize the Halo for themselves, and due to a tragic series of events, a panicked nun has to give Ava the Halo.

Ava, who is dead at the time.

And it brings her back to life. Not only that, but it gives her the ability to walk for the first time since she was, like, four years old. Also, it gives her superpowers, too, but whatever.

So basically, Warrior Nun is about Ava trying to balance her will to live her life now alongside with the new duties that the OCS are trying to put on her. They can't take the Halo out, because it may kill her. Something something jesus parallels, something something taking the time to have the characters work things out for themselves, and you get this show. I cannot emphasize enough the character writing.

(Also it has one of the best sapphic slowburns I've seen in a show ever. They hit so many good tropes in such a well-paced manner. I can't even describe how well they're written. What the fuck.)

So. Watch Warrior Nun. We need a season 3!!