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fictorium:

capedprince:

Whatever you do, don’t picture Cat Grant drinking her morning latte in the Oval Office while reading Kara’s latest article and smiling to herself. Don’t picture this. Just don’t.

As Press Secretary, Cat has a complex system of alerts and automated clippings that come to her immediately throughout the day. All the same, she’s structured her working day in a very successful fashion for years, and there’s no point in changing that routine along with her zip code.

So on her desk every morning Ginger leaves out the Daily Planet, the New York Times and a copy of the Tribune’s early edition. Then there’s CatCo magazine, every Thursday, and that’s secretly Cat’s favorite day of the week.

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m0nstera:

“And you think we should encourage the chaos by letting the heathen behind the wheel?”

“Come on, Cat, we talked about this. He’s sixteen, he doesn’t want us to drive him everywhere. It’s not cool.” Kara is very invested in cool, maybe it’s because she still only has a permit, and her driving encourages no confidence.

“Until I see that poor driving isn’t genetic,” Cat grouses, and presses a kiss to Carter’s forehead, and another to Kara’s cheek, “He’s not getting anywhere near Stella. He can drive Chuck.”

You can’t help frowning, because Chuck is your grandfather’s 1987 VW station wagon, a boat sized vehicle that is somehow still driving a thousand and a half years later. You’d much rather drive Stella, Cat’s brand new Mercedes lease.

“What?” You groan, “That car’s older than I am.”

Cat pats your cheek while she walks by, “I have shoes older than you are.”

i will make you queen of everything you see by @civilorange : chronological order [#33] snapshot 45