#lena is safe there

[drawingducktalesducks]

direct hit to lena's heart (not that webby needs a fencing foil for that) (is it gay to play swordfight at sunset in the spot where you first met?)

#ducktales (2017) #lena sabrewing #webby vanderquack #weblena #fanart #i kinda just want webby cradling lena's face always #lena is safe there #im sorry for drawing angst of you apology art 3 out of 3 #ahh #i feel better now

[earlysummer1951]

SHARP STICK (2022) dir. Lena Dunham

#sharp stick #2022 #lena dunham #kristine froseth #film stills #screencaps #love #relationships #safe #female directors

[roboneco]

OK BUT WHAT IF LENA SENT BONZO FOR COLIN BUT BUT

Colin is currently at the office against Lena's orders.

His home is empty! The address she gave Bonzo would be empty!

If next time we hear from Colin, he complains about "the Computers" broke into his apartment WELL THEN

#colin becher #lena kelley #mr bonzo #tmagp spoilers #just to be safe #the magnus protocol #tmagp

[thatonebirdwrites]

Some of Lena's Handmade Spells

Going with the Flow: Happiness Spell (Attempt 4)

Majoram for Luck and Happiness.

Masterwort (Hog Fennel) mixed with Yarrow for Courage

Huckleberry crushed with Wintergreen for Hex-breaking

Lavender for Peace and Harmony

Crush all of the above and mix. If not pregnant nor have dermatitis, boil the above and strain. Bathe in the resulting tea or drink (Note to self: experiments did not determine which method improves spell. Perhaps more data points are needed? Four tries seems far too small a sample.). If pregnant and/or have dermatitis either avoid Yarrow or mix into a satchel to wear (Note to self: does satchel wearing actually work? What is the best way to test this hypothesis?)

Recite in language appropriate for magic:

"Release all burdens and negativity. Alleviate all pain and anxiety. Break all hexes that sunder. Restore one's youthful wonder. Amplify all joy and peace. After one day, the spell will cease."

(Note to self: translate into Irish or Latin? Why is Latin used for magic when my people come from an Irish heritage and Rome was a colonizer? Didn't pagan magic exist prior to the existence of Latin? More Research is needed.)

Necessary disclaimer: Kara and anyone reading this, please tread carefully with yarrow as it can impact dermatitis and shouldn't be used if pregnant. (Seriously, Kara, don't you dare touch my herb and berry supply again. I am not liable for your ridiculous prank teas. I'm watching you.)

Note to Lena: I only did the prank teas twice! And in my defense, I had no idea that herb caused diarrhea! You don't really label them with warnings. What if I helped by adding a disclaimer to all your labels to mark which ones are safe to ingest and/or drink?

Note to Kara: If it keeps you busy, then fine, but my notes are specifically for humans since I am a human. I do not have the data to determine what is safe for you to ingest.

Note to Lena: I'm pretty impervious and invulnerable to most things and have an iron stomach. I can even handle poisons that you definitely can't.

Note to Kara: Are you serious?? Did you ingest POISONS?? Please don't do that. I don't care how invulnerable you are. I'd like to not tempt fate. My heart simply cannot take that. Also, these notes defeat the purpose of the spell. I'm trying to restore my youthful wonder and joy and not faint from worry by you testing whether you can poison yourself with my herbs. Thanks.

Note to Lena: That's valid. I'll stop tempting fate.

Results:

Spent one day in a state of joy and wonder. Everything I did felt like I was trying it new, and it brought such happiness. I felt no anxiety or fear the entire twenty-three hours and forty-eight minutes. I discovered, however, that I was incapable of long-term planning. It seems the youthful wonder translated into being caught in the present moment, where I went with the flow. I also discovered a deep eagerness to share my joy with anyone within my vicinity.

Physical affection came much easier and without fear or anxiety or worries about people's perceptions of me. I was able to express my emotions freely in a way I've never done before, which was very mind-opening. Perhaps I need to discern ways to express my emotions more readily in safe settings without magic?

Perhaps an adjustment to spell to allow for planning?

Breaking the Hex of the Luthor Name (Attempt 2)

Note to self: This is probably nonsense. It's not like I can magic away people's memories of how awful and abusive my family was. But maybe I can somehow break any hexes placed on the name that somehow impact me unknowingly? This is my second attempt as I accidentally exploded the mixture the first time. I am unsure as to how that happened. If it happens again, then will adjust ingredients.

Vertivert

Huckleberry

Wintergreen

Shred the above herbs and pound them into a mixture. Burn the mixture and recite the following:

Break all hexes upon the Luthor Name. Sunder all evil eyes upon the Luthor Name. Exorcise all evil cast upon the Luthor Name.

Note to Self: This mixture did not explode! I adjusted the verbiage and verified the pronunciation of all translations into Irish. Latin caused the explosion the first time, and I believe it is because it is a dead language and I cannot locate proper pronunciation guides. Irish is not a dead language and pronunciation guides exist. Irish has also worked well with prior spells I've attempted so why not this one? Also, side note, that spell made me feel a lot lighter and less burdened. Is that wishful thinking on my part or did the spell actually work?

Results:

Four days and twenty minutes since I cast this spell: Donations to my foundation have increased by 120% starting within eight hours of casting my spell. Is this a correlation or causation?

Two months, three days, and sixteen hours since I cast this spell: Donations increased by 202% since last entry in this results column. We've been able to fund so many green energy projects and a ton of medical research! Surely these increases in donations wasn't all due to the spell? Had there been so much hexes on my last name that it impacted my ability to make headway with the foundation? I'm not sure what to think if so. I also am unsure how I would even discern the truth of this or test it in a way that proved causation.

Note from Kara: Lena!!! I totally think this is the spell that broke your stream of bad luck. You probably needed a good hex breaking. I'm so glad you did it!

Note to Kara: Avoid writing in my grimorie -- But Lena, you need outside perspective too for your experiments! I can totally help! -- and stop pouting when I steal my pen back to finish my notes. I will not fall for it. No matter how adorable you look.

Note to Self: Perhaps purchase separate notebook so Kara can write up her reflections on the results of my magic experiments. See if this alleviates her tendency to write in my grimorie.

To Be continued... May write more eventually.

#supercorp #magic!lena #Lena Luthor #Lena science-ing her magic #I looked up all of these herbs myself in order to determine if they are safe for people to use but even then I still urge folks to be SAFE #I can picture Kara trying to be helpful in Lena's lab and just sort of taking her pen to write a note to help with observations #Lena might be amused at first but soon find it distracting and possibly frustrating after awhile hence buying Kara her own notebook #kara danvers #magic spells #supergirl cw #cw supergirl #supergirl #kara x lena

[kokomalls]

spearhead squadron music band au

guitarist shin, who is enamored with the girl who has a very nice voice and sings every day near his home, starts writing love songs all of a sudden. spearhead squadron (band) is so wildly confused and concerned.

#86 eighty six #shinlena #shinei nouzen #vladilena milize #nouzen shinei #milize vladilena #86 エイティシックス #シンレナ #illustration #digital art #artists on tumblr #my art #oceanic art #this is lena's first time going to a concert ever in her life #and safe to say... she found her new favorite band! #(and her new favorite singer)

[r0semultiverse]

Negative experiences with a childhood educational institution okayyy lmao

These questions are fascinating... the blood part made me think of vampires.

"Viability as subject – none" "Viability as agent – low" "Viability as catalyst – Medium" Compatibility ratings to be an avatar, cryptid hunter, or avatar's henchman maybe?? 👀👀👀

Gerry?!?! Again??? Or different guy? Also cursed objects???

Bro doesn't like dungeons & dragons? L

Is this dungeons & dragons game about to turn real like Jumanji???

Okay different Gerry I guess. Woahhh cursed dice???

Wtf kinda game uses two d6s? 👀

Oh this piece of shit just pawned off cursed dice on you & asked you to leave. Rude. 😩

Yes, tell me the next bit please, I'm curious.

You roll them & stuff happens?? Wait, do the dice rolling around in your pocket count as rolling them? I can see how that would be bad.

Gambling on life jfc.

Wait it's not random?? That's wackyyy.

Dice rolling is really fun. I'd probably roll them too just once to see what happens, especially if I didn't have the insight into them being cursed.

Uh oh.... what's gonna happen to Gary? 👀

Oh shit-

Bro said "one more game."

Hmm what are you up to, Lena? 👀 Why is this Nigel guy so important? Why are his companions important?

"Try to keep calm while you're there?" 😶 why?

"Bigfoot’s a good lay"

Adventures with Alice?! 👀 Oh Hell yeah!

Anyone else suddenly worried about Alice's safety? 👀

#I feel like the institution is clearly in reference to the magnus institute #making avatars with the other scientists at the institute; nothing could possibly go wrong #also yeah no the blood & creatures thing was an interesting mention; guess vampirism made it into the new universe #was really hoping the transcript person would have been sucked into a jumanji game #seems like the dice rolling has to happen with intent though so the dice are aware or the curse on them is aware of when they're rolled #with intent. #Lena playing power enforcement games with famous tv actors; wonder what Nigel Dickerson is up to in secret #also 'Bigfoot’s a good lay' obliterated me lmaoooo #Alice I hope you'll be safe please be safe I'm so worried #mine #op #tmagp liveblog #tmagp 9 #tmagp spoilers #tma spoilers #tma #tmagp #the magnus archives #the magnus protocol

[cool-person-yey]

Welcome to the O.I.A.R! Here we have :

Yall guess who's back from their trip???

Designs WILL change. C'mon guys. They're going to experience The Horrors soon.

( close ups under the cut)

#tmagp #norris tmagp #samama khalid #chester tmagp #am I missing anything?? #tmagp fanart #the magnus protocol #alice dyer #colin becher #lena kelley #tmagp spoilers #< just to be safe

[imagine-lcorp]

Safe Haven (One Shot)

Request

Can I make requests here? If so, can you do a request where R is Lena’s daughter. Lena walks into reader changing from her soft ball gear, sees bruises and scars over her body because she is being bullied by her teammates because she’s a Luthor. With Lena’s reaction to the scars and bullying, and when Lena surprises R at her next softball game with Superfriends

A/N: Hey guys, happy to be back. It took me a bit longer to write this one due to the topic, but i hope you can enjoy it and find some kind of solace in this particular fic. If you’re the victim of bullying of any kind, please try to reach for help. I love you guys, be safe

Lena Luthor x Daughter!R//Word Count: 3,538

Content Warning: Bullying, Intimidation, Verbal/Physical Abuse

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The game was over and you and your team rushed towards the locker room chanting and cheering. You had won and all the girls were happy. You tried to keep the pace with them as you followed them behind but, in truth, you felt like you were dragging yourself. The coach was right behind you, smiling as you looked back to make sure she was still following you. It was a relief when her eyes met yours, giving you a sense of confidence and security no matter how brief.

You sighed then when you entered the locker room. The rest of the team made their way towards the benches, gathering around as the coach went on about the difficult game you had played. A little pep talk to keep your spirits high and the team united. You remained to the side, not too close and not so far away that it was obvious you were trying to put distance between you and the team.

When the coach finished her speech, she left, allowing you all to change and make plans with your friends to celebrate the victory. However, you did not plan to overdo your stay in that wolf's cave.

You rushed towards your locker, tossing inside the equipment you didn't need, grabbing your bag with quick reflexes before closing the locker door. You hoped the rest of your team wouldn't notice you, but a hand on your shoulder, pulling you suddenly to the side, let you know your little plan had failed.

"You almost made us lose, loser!"

Your back hit the lockers with a loud metallic sound and you winced as your column crashed against the lockers.

"What did you think you were doing?" Your team captain all but yelled at your face. Her nose was an inch apart from yours, which at first made you try to shrink into yourself with no success.

You were trapped between her and your locker as the rest of your teammates turned their heads to observe. A couple of girls had gathered around you. Your captain's little entourage waiting at her sides. Some watched from afar with a frown and a clear distaste in their eyes. Others rolled their eyes, turning from you to give each other pats in the backs, trying to ignore the scene. A few dared to look between her and you. Pity and shame visible in their eyes but also expectantcy about what would happen with you this time. Whatever the case, one thing was clear. None of them were going to help you.

"Hello? I am talking to you." Each word was slow and pointed.

"We won. What else do you want?" You snapped back, knowing it wasn't going to end well for you. But when had been the last time it had gone well for you with her anyways?

And as you thought, your captain grabbed the collar of your jersey, pulling and pushing you with force against the lockers one more time. It made your bones rattle and you were sure it was going to leave an ugly bruise in your back.

"C'mon, leave her alone already." Your co-captain broke through the girls gathered around you and placed a hand on her captain's arm. "The coach is gonna come back soon."

"You're lucky your last name is Luthor." Your captain grunted, all bared teeth, like a wolf ready to reap your throat. "I swear, if it weren't for your mommy's sponsorship you wouldn't even be in my team or my school."

You looked at her straight in the eye, decided not to show any sign of fear or pain. If no one else was willing to stand up against her, you would do it for your own sake.

Your lack of reaction prompted your captain to finally let you go with a scoff, calling you names as she walked to her locker. Your co-captain stood by your side, an annoyed look in her face as the rest of the little group did the same, each one adding their own dull insults towards you.

"I'll send you the practice schedule." She said with an apologetic look. You took that as your farewell. You nodded at her and headed outside the field with your bag hanging from your shoulder.

You let out a sigh of relief once you were on your way, not caring to look back, walking with steady pace towards the school parking lot, where Ryan, the family driver, was waiting for you. He was leaning on one of the car's doors, checking his phone when he raised his eyes just in time to watch you walk towards him.

He smiled politely as you came near and he took a few steps towards you with a hand stretched, aiming for your bag. You gave it to him once you were in front of him and thanked him for her help.

"Amazing game, miss." He pulled the car keys from his pocket and opened the car doors.

"Thank you, Ryan." You rounded the car, as he placed your sports bag in the trunk, and opened the door to the passenger seat.

You didn't like traveling on the backseat. It felt too snobbish for your own liking, despite his various intents on making you take the backseat because he believed your mom wouldn't like it.

"Where to, miss?" He asked once he sat behind the wheel.

"Home." You said with a smile.

"Don't you have a pizza party or something somewhere? I thought teenagers liked to celebrate their team victories."

"Guess I'm not like other teenagers." You shrugged.

"Ah, a rebel, dissident heroine that despises society and their dull rules, making you despise her very own teammates." He recited as if you were a teen protagonist of your own dystopian novel, which made you scoff with a little smile.

"Is more that they don't like me."

"Still?" He raised a brow at you.

"Still." You rolled your eyes and turned to the window.

You saw parents and students, who had come to see the game, heading to their own cars or walking back to the school. Families moving like banks of fishes, talking about the game and trying to decide what to do next. It made you nostalgic for the days your mom didn't seem so busy all the time.

"Forgive me for intruding but, don't you think it is time you talk about this with someone? They could help, if you let them." Ryan said with all due respect towards you and the proper limits his job demanded.

Ryan was a good man. He had worked for your family for longer than many others. Enough years that he was used to the chaotic rhythm of the Luthor lifestyle and not enough yet to make him too tired of scared for his life. He was your driver, yes, but he was much more than that. He had seen you grow up and he cared about you. What you and your mom liked most about him was the fact that he tried to keep an eye on you. It didn't mean he was a snitch, as he knew you sometimes needed privacy and, like the rest of people your age, to keep your own secrets to yourself. He just made sure you were alright, that you arrived at home in once piece, and you were always thankful for that.

"I'm alright. Besides I don't think anyone at school can actually help. Teachers don't care and the school counselor is useless." You didn't turn your head, not wanting to see his inquisitive and worrisome eyes.

"I mean your mother, miss." He suggested and nothing about that thought was comforting.

Your mom was busy enough with more important stuff that you didn't want to bother her with your teenage troubles.

"No, I'll deal with it." You sighed heavily, discovering with irritation that your back was starting to hurt. "Let's go home for now, I'm tired and I need a bath."

"You sure do, miss." You turned in time to see him wrinkle his nose at you in a playful manner.

It made you laugh and, for a moment, all your problems seemed to be forgotten.

When you arrived home, you opened the big front door of the manor and called for your mom. The echo of your words resonating in the hall was the only response you received. It wasn't a surprise as you recalled your mom telling you that same morning she had to go to the company lab. It was probably going to take all day so you didn't worry too much about it.

Instead, you headed upstairs to your room. Your body was starting to feel sore from the game and you wanted nothing more but to take a bath, relax and take a nap. Your mom would arrive later during the evening and you could have dinner together.

You tossed your sports bag into the bed, taking your jersey and your long sleeve off, only leaving your sports bra on. You walked towards the large mirror in the corner of your room, wanting to take a look at the damage that hit on your back had caused.

In the reflection you could see bruises and scars. Some were already healing, with their fading yellowish color, some others were still fresh with their purple tones. Bruises that could easily be passed as occupational hazards. You couldn't count how many times you and your teammates got hit or injured during a regular game.

But as your turned, to take a look at your back, the most bruises and little scars you could find were not where anyone could see them easily. Those were not accidents from practice or any games. No. Those were what your encounters with your classmates, particularly your team, had left on you.

You thought about what Ryan had said.

You loved your mom and trusted her with all your heart. You were lucky to have that kind of relationship her but you just couldn't bring yourself to tell her what was happening at school. Why would Lena Luthor, savior of the Earth, billionaire entrepreneur, and genius philanthropist, care about teen problems? What were your mundane troubles compared to the world's tragedies?

Besides, what could she really do that didn't put you more into the spotlight?

The Luthor name had already given you a reputation at school, making you the target of the contempt and disdain of your classmates. It was a hereditary hatred, that much you understood. Even when your mom had done everything to put your name in the good graces of people, they still remembered the time when your uncle Lex was around.

You knew he had been terrible, but you sometimes wished you could be more like him in some ways. To not care about what others thought about you and to be able to inflict the same suffering towards those who did you wrong without an ounce of regret or shame. But that part of the Luthor gene hadn't stick into your DNA, and you were still deciding if it was a good or bad thing when you heard a loud gasp behind you. You turned your head at the speed of sound, your eyes locking immediately with your mom's.

"(Y/N), what...?" Standing at the open door of your room, your mom looked at you with a bewildered face.

"Hey, mom." You rushed back to your bed, grabbing your jersey. You tried not to wince as you raised your arms to put in on and pulled it down. "I thought you were going to be out all day."

Ignoring you comment, your mom entered your room, walking straight towards you. She took you by the hands, taking a look at the bruises that were still visible in your arms. It made you nervous.

"Sweetheart, what happened?"

"I-I had a game today." You slapped yourself mentally for letting yourself sound unsure. "We won."

"Were you playing against the adult league? How did you get all these bruises?"

You mom kept inspecting you, from your arms and up to your face. When her arm reached your shoulder, you winced a bit. The pain in your back was already reaching there.

"Mom, I'm okay." You took a step back.

"Did they check you in the infirmary?"

"It's just bruises, mom." Suddenly annoyed by her insistence, you turned back to pull your gear out of your bag.

"C'mon, sweetie, those bruises look pretty bad. We may need to see the doctor."

"I told you mom, I'm okay. I get these all the time." You said now exasperated.

"Goodness, I didn't know softball was such a rough sport."

"How could you know?" You tossed your clothes on the bed without turning to look at her. "You don't watch me practice or play at school. I'm always running around the field, falling to the ground, trying not to get hit when they toss the ball at me, or trying not to get punched by somebody else because they like to play dirty against me."

Memories of your seemingly endless fights with your teammates rushed to your mind, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth and, as you finished talking, you realized with fear you hadn't been talking about softball. With your bag now empty, you finally turned to look at your mom. She was clearly taken aback by your sudden outburst, but behind her worried eyes you could see the gears in her mind turning.

"(Y/N)-"

"I'm going to take a shower." You cut her off, walking straight into the bathroom of your bedroom.

You closed the door and leaned with you back against the door, which made you wince again and you cursed under your breath. You closed your eyes tightly, breathing evenly to ease the pain and trying to keep it together. But a knock came a moment later and you could only hum in response.

"(Y/N), sweetheart." Your mom's voice was soothing, as it always was when she needed to talk with you. "I know I haven't been able to spend much time with you lately, but I want you to know I'm very proud of you, and that I'll always be here... Whenever you need me."

There was a lump in your throat you had to swallow before answering. "Thanks, mom."

"What do you say if we celebrate your victory with some take out? Would you like that?"

"Yeah." You took a deep breath. "Yeah, I would like that."

Almost as if nothing had happened, your evening with your mom passed without any other uncomfortable conversation. You were able to shake the day off, basking instead on the company of your mom and the delicious food, chatting about other matters and catching up with your day.

However, it did not go unnoticed to your mom the way you focused on other topics rather than your classes and the softball games. There were no mentions of teammates or friends. Which made Lena reach a  sad conclusion. You were being bullied, and if what she had saw when you were changing in your room was any indication, it was getting physical.

She didn't want to push the matter, at least for the rest of the day. It was clear you weren't going to talk about it and considering your previous reaction, Lena feared it would only make you retreat into yourself. But she was determined to get to the bottom of what had been happening with you at school and, she promised to herself, she was going to help you deal with it. After that, it was only a matter of days before you started to notice some changes around you.

The week before your next game, it seemed like your teammates didn't make their personal mission anymore to trash you. Your captain, who had been your hater number one since you had joined school, was the first one to stop her attacks on you. You knew she still talked behind you back and she kept lashing at you from time to time during practice when a play didn't go her way, but it wasn't as bad as before.

You wondered what had happened to make her back off from her constant bickering but it was nice to not have to watch your back every second. The rest of the girls did the same, they didn't bother you and thankfully didn't use that excuse to give you the silent treatment. Things seemed to be improving and you were, if not completely happy, contented about it.

"Don't screw this for us, Luthor." Your captain said as she walked past you. You guessed it was her way of wishing you good luck.

You were about to go out in the field for one of the last games before the official season started. If you kept your winning streak, you were sure you would win the championship this year.

"Careful with the other team, they like to tackle people when they get too close to the bases." Your co-captain approached you and nudged you with her elbow in an unprecedent act of camaraderie. The gesture almost made you wince.

"Uh, yeah, thanks. I'll keep it in mind." You said as you waited for your call out.

"You nervous, (Y/N)?" She asked, which was even more incredible. She had never tried to start a conversation before with you like this, and had never called you by your actual name.

"Maybe a little. If we lose, I'm sure our captain will show me just how upset she is." You admitted. "Don't tell her I said that."

"Don't worry, I won't." She seemed to think about something for a moment. "Also, I'm sorry."

You raised a brow at her, a bit confused. "About what?"

"About before?" She took a deep breath. "For the way we've been treating you."

"Ah, you mean the insults and punches?" You said with disappointment.

"Yeah." She cleared her throat. "I'm not even gonna try to justify it, but I want you to know things are going to be changing around."

"How so?"

"Well, your complaints worked. Someone spoke to her parents about what she had been doing to you. She got an ultimatum, if she doesn't behave she won't play again." You realized she was talking about your captain.

"My complaints?" You kept looking at her with confusion and she looked at you in the same way.

"Didn't you talk with the student counselor? The director?"

"Not at all."

"Wait, so you were willing to keep up with whatever she did to you?" Your co-captain seemed at a loss of words after that, but she shook her head and sighed. "In any case, she won't bother you again, or at least not like before. And I hope it isn't too late for us, to make amends?"

"I hope so too." You nodded slowly in agreement.

"Okay. Cool." She smiled at you. "Now, let's go play."

When you were finally out in the field, you ran with a new sense of confidence. Although your mind kept wondering  what exactly had happened and when. But you got an idea of it when, as you looked at the field, you caught a glimpse of your mom, shouting from the stands along with her friends. It was a surprise to see them all there and you couldn't wait but smile widely at the sight of them, trying to come up with their own cheers for you. Kara, Alex and Kelly, even brought their own pom-poms, while Brainy, Nia, and J'onn kept shouting words of encouragement.

They didn't stop until the game was over. You had won and when you went to meet them you were received with nothing but praise and compliments. They promised to take you out for dinner if you didn't have any plans already to celebrate and you accepted their offer with a smile. As the group walked away, giving you time to gather your things, you called your mom.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Your mom said.

"Thanks for coming, mom."

"Well, I thought about what you said. I didn't want to lose any more of your games. I know this is important for you." She replied with a smile.

"And thank you...about the other thing." You said shyly, looking at the floor.

There was an unspoken conversation between you two. She knew what you were talking about and even when your mom would have wanted to have a long and serious conversation with you about it, she settled for this in the meantime.

"Hey, let me tell you something." She put a finger on your chin, lifting your head to look at you in the eye. "There is nothing, absolutely nothing, in this world more important to me than you. I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe. You understand?"

"Yeah." You nodded and you knew, with all certainty, that was true.

You would ask your mom later what she had done to help your situation. You imagined she had done her own research, asking around the people at school. Maybe Ryan had finally decided to tell her what was going on with you, or maybe it was the bad Luthor gene in action. Whatever the case, you knew you had your mom by your side and no one else was going to hurt you ever again.

#lena luthor #lena luthor imagine #lena luthor imagines #lena luthor x you #lena luthor x reader #lena x reader #lena x you #fem reader #fem!reader #daughter reader #daughter!!reader #safe haven #one shot #request #bullying #content warning

[kaeyapilled]

would you rather fistfight tartaglia behind the church of favonius or lose 30 rock paper scissors rounds to ayato in a row and he’s making this smug face at you the entire time like he predicted every move you were going to make

gave this like a full day of thought. maybe two days i dont know i have poor memory. if we are analyzing this hypothetical scenario seriously i will have to take ayato rock paper scissors. i could not hold my own in a fist fight against like. anyone. much less childe tartaglia. the psychological warfare that the ayato option implies would be extremely tough to brave my way through but at least my bones will be intact by the end of it

#i am like so bad at any sort of physical engagement #in gym this week we had to do some fight related exercises #- i can only assume that was a way to make us let out our rage safely so the boys won't punch each other after a soccer game - #and oh my god i was so bad at it #i paired up w a girl whos such a nerd (affectionate) because i thought oh we must be close to each other in ability #(forgot the very important detail that she does dance) #lena noodle arms and legs vs girl who's strong in both body and mind.. absolutely humiliating #if tartaglia was to go easy on me i still think id lose badly. #the prospect sounds funny though. if he's up against anyone else that isnt me #monoceros caeli act two: ajax sets up a fight club behind the church of favonius #anonpilled #childe #tartaglia

[drawingducktalesducks]

lena betwixt and between (who she is and who she's been)

#ducktales (2017) #lena #lena sabrewing #fanart #digital art #lineless art #was doodling and this happened #vague idea of her eventually snagging magica's magic amulet back and keeping it safe (away from magica) #with only a few #smol side effects #Bad And Naughty magical amulets get bound and sealed with Brightly Colored Friendship Bracelets~ #probably violet's idea

[coffeeshib]

s2 lena was so cute and hardworking. trying to escape the shadow of her family name, running a large company while crushing hard on the cute blonde reporter. she wanted to attracted kara so bad >:(

remember when she was like tits out for kara danvers

#post s6 kara's face is buried in lena's tiddies rn i just know it #the boobas are her safe place her sanctuary 😔 #hope you're having a lovely day #asks #supercorp

[scribbling-punk]

Safe Port In A Storm

Cat has never been a fan of Mondays, but they always suck just a little more after she has spent the full weekend with Kara and Lena. Long lies, lazy breakfasts in front of the television, perhaps an afternoon spent in the park if the weather is nice, followed by board games or an early night tucked into bed together in order to ensure Kara doesn’t feel left out when her Mommy’s new friend is around.

It’s a relationship that Cat never really saw herself being a part of, sharing a loved one with another and diving into helping with the girlfriend who so often regresses when she is stressed.

She had surprised herself by how easily she slipped into the role; how much she misses being around them when they are forced to separate for work.

Cat has only been with Kara and Lena for a few months, but she’s quickly learning to spot the signs of Kara’s impending spiral into little space. The thumb that makes its way to pink lips before being stubbornly yanked back downwards, the shifting feet beneath her desk, the inability to concentrate; big blue eyes peering across at her every few moments.

She sighs softly as she watches Kara struggle, her heart aching for the little one stuck at work when she most likely just wants to rush home to Mommy, but little girls are not allowed to travel across the city by themselves and Cat can’t leave to take her.

Besides, Lena isn’t even at L-Corp. She’s at a meeting across town, stuck with Morgan Edge and his ego as they debate the intricacies of a deal that has not yet been made public.

It would take at least an hour for her to get through the late afternoon traffic and Cat isn’t convinced that Kara can wait that long. She’s fighting hard, but the little one is losing the battle and when those big eyes meet Cat’s across the bullpen once more, Cat doesn’t hesitate to beckon her across. She hasn’t been alone with a little Kara before, but she’s witnessed Lena soothe her enough times to stand in as an emergency caretaker—to calm the inevitable meltdown.

Kara rushes across the bullpen without even closing her laptop, her bottom lip sucked inwards to hide a trembling pout as she slips into Cat’s office.

“Hi there, darling girl,” Cat smiles warmly, “you wanna sit in here with me for a little while?”

Read Safe Port In A Storm early on Patreon.

#safe port in a storm #cat x kara x lena #prompt fill #early access

[shouta-edits]

"Hellooo!! Could I please get a Tracer from overwatch self-ship moodboard with themes of jackolanterns, trick or treating, and just being silly? If that last one it too hard that okay, I don’t mind :> thank you sm!" - anon requested

#tracer #lena oxton #overwatch #selfship moodboard #tracer x s/i #halloween aesthetic #jack o lantern aesthetic #being silly aesthetic #trick or treat aesthetic #anti harassment #proship #proship safe #request fill #proship edit blog #[assignment passed back... /requested finished] #proshippers please interact #moodboard #antis dni #hate will be blocked

[portraitoftheoddity]

I want to hike but I don't know anyone in my area. Is it okay to hike populated trails alone or do I need to find a group (and how)?

Plenty of people hike solo! It is admittedly a bit higher risk to hike alone than it is to hike with others, but if you balance out that risk with risk-lowering choices such as sticking to popular, highly-trafficked trails and making sure you're well-prepared and have done your trail and weather research, you can still be a safe and responsible hiker. I'm actually planning my first solo winter hike sometime in the next several weekends once I have a free day with optimal weather conditions.

My main advice if you are hiking alone is to let someone close to you know where you are going. Tell them (in writing if you can):

where you are going

what trail you're taking

your time of departure

how long you expect to be gone

and the point at which they should worry if they haven't heard from you or can't get in contact with you (and be sure to stick to the plan you communicated).

If you are in trouble and can't call for help, it's vital to have someone who knows to report you as a Missing Hiker and can tell people where to look.

That said, if you're looking for people to go with, you can see if there's a facebook group (I know, I know) dedicated to hiking in your area and ask around! If there's a big hiking gear retailer in your area, such as REI, they may host events or classes where you could meet people also interested in hiking. You can also ask around with people you do know, whether that's colleagues or friends from out of town; they may surprise you. And you may also set out solo and run into other hikers who don't mind you joining up with them on the trail -- last weekend I got chatting with three women at the trail head and it turned out they'd all just met and opted to climb the mountain as a group.

Good luck out there!

#lena hikes #beginner hiking #be safe! make safe choices! #and have fun!

[quick-drawn]

let cassidy tell your muse how proud of them he is —

#✯ — [ ʰᵒʳˢᵉˢ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ] ⨯ ooc #this was just #saved in my drafts. just this. that's the post. #i can't wait to have a little d.va to plot with — #she's just the first one that came to mind but any mentor / mentee relationship i am 100% down for. #he also tells his friends this — especially knowing what or where they came from. #like lena. #seeing her survive the incident and the iso chamber and just #life — and not just survive #some would say thrive. #anyway #ngl i'll be in my drafts / im's today #but i'm planning on being on apex for a little while. new season and all. #but i'll be around. #love y'all #be safe & drink some water — #tbd

[chronal-anomaly]

this is just your daily reminder that Lena's knowledge of aerodynamics, physics, and extreme dynamics is vast due to her experience with flight school

#( ooc. ) #just like to remind everyone how wicked smart she is #not just functionally but book smart too #that was the only way she could make it through flight school like that #She's no good at most book-based schooling #but anything to do with planes and flights she was eating it up #Reading for fun #etc #Listen all I want is Lena and Torbjorn rambling about thrust and improvements they can work on together #she's so smart and funky i love her #anyway I'm off to work love u all be safe see you later