#lena's asks

[iiheartwinter]

Soupycorp……

[damienns]

[central-dispatch]

tell me why in the tags!!

[sunflowerscottie]

Lena Luthor and Kara Danvers are my roman empire.

They did such a Lois Lane treatment on Lena. A highly intelligent woman, so clever, who doesn't connect the dots but by all means should, especially as close as Kara and Lena (and Supergirl and Lena!) are.

Every single thing about them is love-interest-coded and their chemistry is off the charts from day one. The push and pull, their body language, their dynamic. The way neither wanted to hurt the other and ended up making all of the wrong decisions for the right reasons because of it. The way Kara goes to bat for Lena every single time no matter what. The way Kara offers herself up in Lena's place so quickly even when she's just found out that Lena has kryptonite. The way Lena is so hurt by Kara keeping such a huge secret and the way it hurts Kara to keep it.

They keep throwing men at both Kara and Lena who only have half the chemistry and it just feels forced every single time. I refuse to believe that it's just because I'm a lesbian and therefore probably biased.

James and Lena? Bad.

Mon-El and Kara? Horrible.

The best thing they could've done, the thing to give the show the most closure, the most satisfying ending, would have been to have Lena and Kara get together in the finale.

[idontcaboose]

Luthor's Cricket part 5

Previous. Masterpost

Lex was able to distract the teen with a different documentary in the living room of his Penthouse. Said teen, however, made it loudly known that some of the information they were using was false, stupid, and downright biased. Granted, Lex was not paying attention when selecting the first documentary on the list. Apparently, it was a supernatural one called ‘All but Paranormal’ or something of the like. From the shouting, Lex could gather that they were able to interview Zatanna and Dr. Fate, Phantom took great exception to whatever Dr. Fate had to say about Ghost, Demons, and other supernatural creatures. Lex did bark a laugh at Phantom's remark of “Fate's biased view is just as blatant as that glaring beacon of a head!” and “If Fate is a Doctor, then I fear for the intellectual competency of the rest of the world! This means you too, Mr. Luthor!” Lex simply ignored the last part.

Oddly enough, even with the obnoxious commentary from Phantom and the absolute frustration of his magically inclined contacts ignoring him, it was not as tiring as he thought it would be.

“Phantom.” Lex called as he left his office. 

 “Yes, Boss?” Phantom paused the TV and turned to him with a small lopsided smile.

“Do you eat?” Lex asked. 

Phantom clearly did not expect the question with how his face displayed shock and confusion. “Uh, ya. I can eat human food. It's not needed, but it's nice to have. Why?”

“It is about time for dinner, I am thinking Foie Gras-” 

“Do all rich people eat such pretentious sounding food? Seriously, what is wrong with just burgers, burritos, and mac n’ cheese?” Phantom said with derision.

“Some people like to experience the finer things in life-” 

“When was the last time you enjoyed a “finer” thing that wasn't the direct cause of flaunting your power?” Phantom asked seriously. “Just one time.”

Lex…. He found himself at a loss. When Was the last time he actually enjoyed food for its taste alone. Most food prepared at the Galas were pretty cardboard at best. The high-end restaurants were better quality, but Lex only went to those as a power display, and even then, it was for a business deal or a ‘relaxed’ meeting of sorts. Even when he is home alone, he would order high value items so the staff wouldn't spread gossip about his ‘actual’ tates to the papers. The cooks he employed were fantastic at their jobs, the food was always flavorful and filling. 

But….

Probably the last time he actually enjoyed a meal was when his younger sister visited. She brought with her some greasy, cheesy mess of a burger wrapped in foil from a truck from the park across the street. She had laughed at his disgusted face and said “If it was good enough for Bruce Wayne and his kid to stand in line for, it's good enough for us!” 

That was about eight years ago.

After that meal, they had fought, and she stormed out. She has only contacted him through email for Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas. 

Lex ordered pizza from his cooks that night.

Next

[fox-guardian]

[ID: Digital drawings of the OIAR staff from The Magnus Protocol as anthropomorphic cats on a gray background. They are all full body drawings. Sam is a black and white tuxedo cat, Alice is an orange and white cat with a bob tail, Celia is a Cornish Rex with a purple and white mottled "salty licorice" coat. Teddy is a brown British shorthair, Colin is a light brown Lykoi, Gwen is a fluffy diluted calico, and Lena is a shorthaired grey tabby with a bob tail.

The first image shows Sam, Alice, and Celia. Sam is shorter and fat, and he has curly black hair, and he is smiling with his hand held in front of him lightly touching. He is wearing a cream mockneck shirt, dark brown cardigan, and dark red trousers. Alice is tall and lanky, and she has shaggy light brown hair with faded pink tips, two pairs of silver earrings and snakebites, and she is wearing a burgundy bra, a patchwork skirt made of flannels in shades of gray, brown, and pink, a few bracelets, and pink cat-eye glasses and pink painted claws. She is slouching slightly with one arm crossed over the other, smiling and waving. Celia is slightly less tall and slim, and has short black hair, gold industrial piercings, X-shaped earrings and snakebite studs. She is wearing a light green button-down, purple vest with gold buttons, dark green trousers, a black cuff on her wrist, and rectangular glasses. She is standing and facing slightly to the side, with one hand around her back holding her other arm while that hand fidgets.

The second image is of Teddy and Colin. Teddy is fat and has a goatee and mustache, and small gold hoop earrings. He is wearing a gold and brown argyle sweater vest, a pale yellow button-down, a gold tie, and brown belt and trousers. He is smiling and waving with his other hand holding onto the side of his belt. Colin is skinny with pale skin visible through patches of fur, and he has a mustache, large cat whiskers, blue eyes, and small silver earrings. He is wearing a yellow t-shirt under a blue button-down and light brown hoodie, blue jeans with brown knee patches, a couple bracelets, and rectangular glasses with yellow lenses. He is snarling and hunched with his ears back and claws bared, looking furious.

The third image shows Gwen and Lena. Gwen is shorter and mid-sized with long blonde hair in a ponytail, and she is wearing a white button-down, gray sweater, and black pencil skirt. Her hands are balled into fists at her sides and looks annoyed at the viewer. Lena is taller and slim, with light brown hair in a bun, and silver oval glasses on a chain. She is wearing a red button-down, a brown belt, and white trousers. She has a neutral expression and one arm crossed over the other while the free hand lifted and fidgeting with her claws.

The fourth image is a lineup of all of them. In order: Sam, Alice, Celia, Gwen, Colin, Teddy, Lena. end ID]

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the magnyas protocol. protocat. catocol. catnus protocol. k. kitties <3

[lucyllawless]

[maci-lena]

Today's old comic: Taking random knowledge I learned reading about bees and making a silly little comic based around it.

[radioactive-yuri]

alice can "take care of herself" (cook instant noodles when she's supposed to be sleeping). gwen can "take care of herself" (fight for her fucking life to appear professional). lena can "take care of herself" (literally just hasn't died yet).

[madeline-kahn]

Music in Film: Tron: Legacy (2010) dir. Joseph Kosinski original music by Daft Punk happy birthday @rogerdeakinsdp!

[lena-oleanderson]

Thank you for writing. Thank you, genuinely, so much. I never really understood poetry- but now I think its rather that I never had any poetry I connected to, because I understand yours and I finally get it. I don't know how you managed it, but thank you for putting it all into words. I feel a little better reading your poems.

thank you for the kind words! i'm incredibly flattered to be a gate into the medium for you!!

and i'm going to use this as an opportunity to share some of my favourite poets and poems, because no one's work is without influence and if you vibe with my stuff, i bet you'll find something for yourself in my influences as well

richard siken and mary oliver are the obvious ones, i think. my favourite poem by richard siken is the worm king's lullaby. both crush and war of the foxes are among my favourite books. harder to pick an obvious favourite with oliver. hum, hum is definitely among them. in blackwater woods, too, and don't hesitate. a thousand mornings, felicity, and blue horses are all excellent collections by her, and like both of siken's, approachably short. lately i have been very into gabrielle calvocoressi, my favourites by her are hammond B3 organ cistern and miss you. would like to take a walk with you. wendy cope's the orange is on all of these lists, as it ought to be, it is that good. i'll do a few more rapid fire, a deeply nonconclusive list in no particular order, without explaining what they mean to me, i hope you'll take a chance on some of them, and find something that resonates with you Soup Is One Form of Salt Water by Heather Christle Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro Onions by William Matthews One Art by Elizabeth Bishop (i didn't really get this poem until i heard it read in reaching for the moon, and i do think that's the case with some poems) Variations on a Theme by Elizabeth Bishop by John Murillo All My Friends Are Finding New Beliefs by Christian Wiman I’m not a religious person but by Chen Chen What It Looks Like To Us and the Words We Use by Ada Limón The Garden of Proserpine by Algernon Charles Swinburne The Mower by Philip Larkin Resumé by Dorothy Parker The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats Poem by Matthew Rohrer What Resembles The Grave But Isn't by Anne Boyer Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden Morning Love Poem by Tara Skurtu To Be Alive by Gregory Orr The World’s Loneliest Whale Sings the Loudest Song by Noor Hindi God and a Believer Take a Smoke Break by Amatullah Bourdon Cold Solace by Anna Belle Kaufman Prayer for Werewolves by Stephanie Burt Sharing a Cigarette with Joan of Arc by Dante Émile On Seatbelts and Sunsets by Hanif Abdurraqib Catastrophe is Next to Godliness by Franny Choi Jesus Dies by Anne Sexton The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski The Sarah Poems by Ruth Awad acknowledgments by Danez Smith

[dipperscavern]

Hi I genuinely love your work can you pls so some drabbles about Robb and a reader who's super touch averse in public but very cuddly in public

I love u pls don't die

-🥻

i live to serve!! thank you very much for the ask (i love u more) (was gonna die but i guess i wont just for u.....)

robb stark x fem!reader

theon’s voice rings through the hall, hands on his hips as he watches the chandelier be lowered. "Careful, Jon…. careful."

jon, lowering it, finds his ‘direction’ anything but helpful. "I'm bein' careful."

the chandeliers candles have been burnt down almost completely, and you had been assigned to the task of replacing them. you had only sought out jon to help lower it, but boredom is a contagious disease, making theon and robb jump at the opportunity to pass the time.

“You’re lowering it too fast.”

jon is patient, but theon is regal in his talent to annoy anybody, and peace is best found when his mouth is closed. you’re about to tell him so when robb beats you to it. “Shut up, Theon.”

he turns to robb, but a sharp noise cuts him off before he can retort. he jolts, and you stifle a laugh at his jumpiness.

he turns, finding the source to be the chandelier hitting the limit on its ability to be lowered. the glares he shoots at jon - whom is tying the chains into place - are not enough to wipe the smirk from his face while he does so.

jon abandons your construction crew at the first available opportunity - a wise choice. even while on a ladder replacing candles, you can't escape theon's nagging he likes to call "supervision".

"The shortest ones should be in the center. "

"Have you done this before?"

"That's not where it goes."

"I'll show you where it goes, Greyjoy." you call down, losing your sanity after a meager five minutes. theon raises his hands in surrender, looking to robb for support, but is only met with a shake of his head. “Fine then, do it wrong.” he mutters under his breath. “No skin off my back.”

minutes of sweet, sweet silence pass, and eventually, you sigh much louder than intended. it betrays your frustrations.

you start to move down the ladder, and robb calls from below. "What is it?"

"Ran out of candles. I think we-" the ladders instability is proven when you're about to touch the ground, and it moves under your weight. you would've fallen, if not for robb's reflexes. his grip is bruising, but welcomed in face of the alternative of hitting the floor.

"You alright?" he aks. you nod. "Thanks, Robb."

you're quick to slip out of his hold, feeling white hot embarrassment crawl up your spine. its only theon, you tell yourself. somehow, it doesn't help. robb doesn't hold it against you, letting you go without protest. he's nothing if not understanding.

theon notices, brows furrowing as you retreat to resupply in candles. once you turn the corner, he pipes up. "What's all that?"

robb fights with the ladder, trying to bring some stability to it. "All what?"

"You know what. She's your lady and you can't touch her?"

robb turns slightly as he glances at theon. luckily for him, you're not around, meaning he doesn't have to keep his language proper.

"Just because the whores you accompany like to be groped in public," he says. "doesn't mean my lady feels the same."

the greyjoy is apt at recognizing defeat. "Fair enough."

eventually, the ladder starts behaving, not nearly as shaky as it was minutes ago. robb sends a quick thanks to the gods, and when he turns back around, your pretty face pops around the corner. you wave him over, and he shoos theon off before making his way over to you. 

“Get lost on the way?” he says, approaching. “Big castle, s’ alright.” your eye roll in response is nothing short of the greatest reward. you turn and start walking; he follows with a lovesick smile on his face.

“I’m in need of a tall person, as someone... quite intelligent has decided to place candles on the very top shelf.” 

robbs glad he's walking behind you, so not to give away how he fights a massive grin. someone intelligent must have done that, of course. “Tall,” he repeats. “Yes,” you confirm. 

“And handsome, surely,” he adds. “They’ll hide if you aren't. Theon can never find them.”  

he catches a glimpse of your smile as you open the door to one of winterfells (many) storage rooms. not huge areas, but comfortable enough for their intended purpose. you weren’t lying – they really are high up. he forgets to pretend to not know where they were moved.  

if you notice, you don't bring attention to it, only moving to stand on a small stool next to the space robb fills while reaching for what you need. these specific kinds of candles are tricky, stood on a tray & quite easy to knock over. he hands you the tray in front, reaching to get the one farther back.  

“Robb?” he hums, holding a tray of his own. “Thanks for catching me. Really.” he murmurs something in agreeance, brows lightly furrowed - you already thanked him minutes ago. not that he’s complaining, of course.

still on your stool, it makes it easier for you to reach out, caressing his curls. “I don’t mean to be difficult, I just get...” your hand drops as your sentence trails off - he wishes it wouldn’t. “You make me nervous.” you manage, stepping off your stool. 

“Hey,” he temporarily blocks the door. your eyes meet his. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

you shrug like you don’t believe him. he scoffs. “I should lock you in here... talking to yourself like that.” he opens the door for you with a shake of his head, catching another lucky glimpse of the smile you try and fight off. he allows himself a final mutter of, “Blasphemous, really,” 

[goddessofbees]

Unhinged thought I just had, because I wanna give Lex Luthor the most cursed headaches:

Conner Kent, exploring his identity, as a person and gender identity both, finds that he's actually she, and takes it up with Wonder Woman for advice, if she has any experience or any sisters that are trans women.

And as her body changes, as the gender affirming care she needs starts doing it's thing, instead of looking like Clark's Kryptonian mom, instead starts looking more and more like...(*drum roll please*)

.

.

.

Lena Luthor, Lex's sister who likes to annoy him to the ends of his patience, and calls it "bonding".

He's lucky he's bald, or he would be going grey rapidly at seeing his kid look more and more like his sister every day.

First of all this is genius!

Second the very common look for Lena seems to be from the show Supergirl so that's who I ended up referencing for how Lena looks like, it was that or her blonde and blue eyed look in the comics

Also would Kon keep her name? Or even change her last name to Kryptonian last names like Kara's?

[askparadise]

(this is probably my fav blog now help)

To Swan and Phoenix! Have you guys seen a winclet before??

*drops hundreds of winclets on them*

i think Wincelets (winslets?) were made by @spw-foundation

so, credit where credit is due. don't ask me to explain what they are.

[hueberryshortcake]

LENA DUCK TALES -> art ideas

on it boss

[rustingcat]

'A Rich Girl With Issues... Lots of Issues' title animation!

This animation is my tribute for @inkedroplets brilliant fic to celebrate its completion!

If you haven't already, please do yourself a favour and go read this amazing fic!

You can click here to start it

This fic has such a special place in my heart, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do.❤️