My eldest puppy loves snuggles and knowing she’s not allowed on the sofa she instead climbs onto the foot stool and nests between my feet 😍
My eldest puppy loves snuggles and knowing she’s not allowed on the sofa she instead climbs onto the foot stool and nests between my feet 😍
Call with my boss today, who I’ve been avoiding because i’ve been struggling with my mental health and taking ages to do stuff.
Me: I’m finding it hard and I’m failing at finishing this journal paper.
Boss: How are you failing (in a tone that clearly highlights I’m not failing and they don’t think any less of me)
Me: … … (*thinking how dare you use psychology and empathy to make me feel better, you lovely boss, how very dare you*)
My wife bought me some proper branch cutters so I’ve been cutting up wood to store for the fire 😄
Then we took the hounds out for a walk to see the new lambs 🐑
I’ve been demolishing a wall today and with the reclaimed bricks I may have built a mini stone circle for my wife.
Being made to stay at home and isolate only seems to be accelerating my wife’s and I’s journey to peak country lady hermit status. We now have chickens and we’ve successfully planted stuff that is growing!!!
The Supergirl Team calls you in despair. You’ve 2/3 episodes to save this season and leave a cliffhanger to the next season. You can do any ship, cut any actor, unlimited budget. What do you do?
My first call is to Brenda Strong, clearly. Lillian caustically provides Lena a reality check by not so subtly reminding her how Lex is an asshole and can’t be trusted. She reveals she retained her pre-crisis memories, and remembers more than Lex deigned to tell her.
Lena is unimpressed, and dryly remarks, “And now you finally get to see everything Lex should have been. You must be thrilled.”
“Yes, I do,” Lillian affirms. “But a victory without sacrifice isn’t victory. It’s a handout.”
Luthors don’t accept handouts.
Lena stares at her mother, confused and wary. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying Lex didn’t earn it.”
None of this was earned through toil. Lex chanced onto an opportunity and manipulated it to his utmost ability. Once upon a time, she might have been proud of his aptitude for machinations, Lillian admits, but she finds herself disillusioned with him.
“Not only does intended matricide sour the relationship somewhat,” Lillian elaborates, “but more and more lately I’ve come to realize that while Lex indeed had incredible potential, I allowed that potential to blind me to yours.”
Lex didn’t earn his success, but Lena did. In just a few short years, Lena embodied the Luthor spirit unlike any Luthor had since the first generation– since the generation that worked for their first million, their first merger, the first everything. She battled prejudice and attacks and failures, and though there may have been times she may have wavered, she always persisted.
“So why,” her mother asks, “are you giving up now?”
Finally, Lena gives voice to her helplessness. How her friends have forsaken her and how in this world, she feels nineteen again, like she can do nothing without Lex.
“How can I,” Lena asks, “when he crafted this very reality?”
“He has always crafted your reality, Lena. Your entire life has revolved around him, been shaped and warped by him. But what I’ve come to realize is that this world isn’t his. It never was. All along, it was yours.”
And so begins the tentative yet deepening relationship between Lena and her mother, as they conspire against Lex. They know he’s up to something, but don’t know what. In the end, they decide it doesn’t matter what it was– they would simply need to neutralize him.
On the other side of things, the superfriends start to realize that their goal of taking down Lex from the outside isn’t working. They learn Brainy is compromised, and find themselves without a significant resource they had counted on. So they focus on mitigating the fallout of his use of the DEO.
Alex and Jonn find their way to helping aliens recover after DEO raids. Sometimes its just property damage, sometimes its arrests. They commiserate with the victims, promising that Lex won’t be in power for much longer.
“It doesn’t matter who is in power,” the victims reply. It will only be someone just as cruel, or even indifferent. The DEO has always been this way, and it will always be this way.
When one alien mentions a specific raid, Alex realizes it was one that occurred under her tenure as Director. That as an agent and director she contributed to the abuse of aliens rights, liberties, and persons.
Later, she confesses to Kara that she always thought she was doing good at the DEO. But all along she’d really only been doing good for Kara.
“I will always be there for you, you know that right?” she asks, and Kara nods. “But I think, for the next little while, I need to focus on doing good for everyone else.”
Meanwhile, at CatCo, Nia finds herself in a quandary. One day, Will asks her to grab him a coffee. Taken aback, Nia doesnt have time to respond before Will is off on his way. Unsure of what else to do, she uncomfortably obliges, choosing to believe it was a one off.
Again and again with increasing frequency, Will asks her to do things like grab coffee, make copies, etc. Soon she finds herself stuck in a cycle of doing what she’s told and is too nervous to call him out after so long.
It takes Kara noticing and offering to speak to William about it before Nia bucks up the courage to do it herself.
“No,” she says, the next time Will opens his mouth in her direction. “I will not get your coffee, or make your copies, or pull your copy edits. I am a reporter, just like you. Maybe a little less experienced, sure, but the only way I’m going to get experienced is by doing my own work and not the work of your assistant.”
Will stares at her, and then flushes. “Nia, I am so sorry, I thought you were the office assistant. I had no idea.”
This time it’s Nia’s turn to stare. “What? But– I have over a dozen by-lines.”
“I’ve been at every pitch meeting!”
Grimacing, Will meets her gaze. “I thought you were there to take notes. Honestly, I thought you and Kara were tight because she came from the assistant pool.”
Nia scowls. “You also could have just asked me.”
“And I should have. I truly am sorry, I’ve just been so wrapped up in–” He catches himself abruptly, then swiftly changes the subject. “Let me make it up to you. I have an interview with Lenny Maddow in twenty minutes. Would you like to sit in?”
Sit in with a Nobel-winner who isn’t Lex Luthor?
Nia recoups more of her pride when she asks some insightful questions that gets their guest to open up to an insane degree, and Will recognizes her talent as a reporter. He even tells her as much.
“I don’t know how I ever mistook you for anything else.”
He starts lending her more advice and opportunity– before long he’s the kind of mentor Kara used to be, but lost the time for. And after Will decides he can trust her he brings her in on his secret project investigating the Luthors.
“She’s the weak link. If she goes down, the rest will follow like dominos.”
“I know we’re kind of not on Team Lena right now,” Nia remarks to the others at the tower later, “but the kind of things he thinks she’s responsible for doesn’t sound like Lena. In any reality.”
J'onn and Alex both look at Kara. “It might be time to set aside our wounds for a moment,” J'onn observes. “I don’t need to be a fifth dimensional imp to deduce that a downfall for Lena would not be a good thing.”
“Lex would be left unchecked,” Alex chimes in.
Kara doesn’t need convincing. She goes to Lena immediately, and squares off against Lena’s chill reception with concern.
“I came to warn you.”
“Let me guess… Lex can’t be trusted.”
With a grimace, Kara equivocates. “Yes, but I’m not the only one who thinks so. William Dey is digging into the Luthors, and for whatever reason, he’s decided your the fulcrum to the entire operation.”
“The reporter, William Dey?”
Kara shares what she knows of William’s vendetta– the best friend who died, the suspicions that Lex was involved. To her surprise, Lena huffs a mirthless laugh.
“He said he was going to be better.”
“You… say that like you don’t believe him.”
“Of course I don’t believe him. But I wanted to.”
Lena knows better than to leave LuthorCorp. But she does pledge her help.
“This doesn’t make us friends,” Lena clarifies. “But whatever Lex is planning, he’ll burn the world to the ground to get it.”
Kara nods solemnly. “I understand.”
The Superfriends now have their in. It’s Lena who finally pieces together that Lex is after Leviathan. It’s Lillian who pales at the mention, and after much toothpulling reveals that what no one ever told Lena is that her mother didn’t just die– she was murdered.
“Your home was broken into shortly after you were removed. The investigators only found one item of interest, hidden behind a piece of loosened baseboard. A cipher, on a folded piece of paper. Even Lionel only managed to translate two words. One was Leviathan.”
The other, Lena soon discovers, was Acrata.
Altogether, the superfriends and Will and Lena all manage to erode Lex’s stranglehold on the new reality. Lex doesn’t make it easy, but a combination of J'onn and Alex earning more of the public trust, Supergirl resisting Lex at every turn, Will and Nia tag-teaming Andrea’s connection to Leviathan, Lena beats Lex to the Leviathan sanctum.
By a matter of minutes, sure, but the fact she finds her way there on her own when Lex has to be led by Gamemnae is a true victory, and a practical embodiment of Lillian’s earlier words.
Lena’s victory is compounded when Lex’s eyes flash with irritation: he doesn’t expect to see her there.
“Heya, sis. I didn’t realize we had a meeting.”
“We don’t,” Lena tells her brother, even her eyes lock on the woman beside him.
The woman steps towards Lena, her lips curling into a pleased smile.
“We do,” the woman confirms. It’s clear she doesn’t include Lex.
Before he can do more than sputter, she continues. “I was wondering how long it would take you to find us.”
Lena holds her gaze. “The medallion.”
Gamemnae nods. “Ever since it was found, we knew it would only be a matter of time.”
There’s only one question Lena intends to ask.
“Who was my mother?”
And so she learns that her mother was part of Leviathan– that she had grown lonely, and sought comfort in the arms of mortals. It had only meant to be temporary, but when the unthinkable happened, and she found herself pregnant, she chose to remain in the mortal world with her daughter.
What Gamemnae doesn’t explain, but Lena senses instinctively, is that her mother had sought to protect Lena from Leviathan. To keep her human, keep her alive. That somehow, despite being an agent of destruction, Lena’s birth had prompted her mother to leave Leviathan behind, and to be better than she was.
Gamemnae’s pitch is enticing– the ability to bring humanity together through disaster, to call upon their communal instincts by reducing their numbers, reset the world so that the planet and its population have a chance to survive for eons to come.
She offers power and influence, and a long life– millenia to engage with and observe the discoveries still far in the future.
It’s almost enough for Lena to say yes.
It is enough for Lena to accept the medallion, the only true memory Lena has of her mother. Gamemnae summons it from the ether, and Lena takes it in her fingers, cradling it like the precious artifact it is.
When she closes her hand around it, Lena blinks and finds herself in a place of utter darkness. But despite the emptiness, she isn’t afraid.
The woman who appears before her is familiar in a way that touches deep in Lena’s soul. Tears fill Lena’s eyes as she drinks in the sight of her mother, committing her to memory.
“I forgot what you looked like,” Lena confesses with a breathless laugh. “When I generated an avatar of you, I had to base it on my own image.”
The embrace her mother wraps her in is unbidden and unexpected. It steals Lena’s breath and floods her with warm. Her tears spill over as she clutches her mother tight.
“I’ve missed you.”
“And I you, my darling,” her mother murmurs. “You have grown to be everything I ever wanted for you.”
A bolt of shame travels down Lena’s spine, and she pulls away.
“You mean embroiled in the most hated family in history?”
“I mean that you are strong, and powerful, and brilliant. Your compassion and empathy are a force powerful than you know.”
Lena looks away. How can she explain how close she had come to lose the soul her mother had loved so dearly. Non Nocere burns like a hot poker of shame, digging deep in her belly and twisting sharply.
But her mother cups her cheeks, tilting her gaze up to meet hers once more.
“We all make mistakes, my love. What matters most is what you do to correct them.”
Before Lena can say anything more, her mother kisses her on the head, and offers a smile as warm as the sun.
“Everyone you have ever loved is carried inside you. They speak to you every day. When times are uncertain, listen to your heart. They will never lead you astray.”
Lena blinks back to the Leviathan sanctum to find Lex pelting Gamemnae with outrage and accusations.
“We had an agreement! You and I had a partnership!”
“And now that it has brought me your sister, I am no longer in need of it.”
“You forget that I watched Rama Khan in our previous reality– I know Leviathan’s style. My baby sister isn’t the type you would want to recruit.”
“You don’t comprehend what Leviathan is,” Gamemnae only smiles sweetly, unfazed by Lex’s posturing. “We are born and chosen both. That is what Lena is. And you, Alexander Luthor, are neither.”
With a wave of Gamemnae’s hand, Lex disappears, transported…. somewhere. Lena can barely think to consider his welfare before Gamemnae turns her powerful gaze towards her once more.
“Welcome home, Lena.”
In the end, Lena doesn’t accept. The power offered her is tempting, but she’s wise enough to know that a deal so sweet could never come without strings. Whether it be her humanity, her soul, or something else entirely, she would lose something dear. Something precious.
“Come now, Lena,” Gamemnae cautions. “I know how ingelligent you are. You know that you won’t be allowed to leave alive should you decline.”
Her mother’s voice echoes in Lena’s ears: listen to your heart. She does, and she hears them all– her people. Her loved. Her lost.
It’s Kara that makes her pause, nearly has her agreeing. She knows the prospect of Kara’s future, a life of longevity that would see her watching all her family die, for generations to come. If Lena could share those centuries with her, surely they could eventually find forgiveness and trust once more.
But Kara wouldn’t want her to. Not like this.
So instead of taking Gamemnae’s hand, Lena snatches her by the wrist and closes her hand around the medallion. This time Gamemnae appears in the void with her, where Lena’s mother waits again.
“I need your help,” Lena says. “All of you.”
One by one, they materialize. All of the voices who have guided her appear from the shadows, their features kind and ready. Lena pushes Gamemnae towards them.
“Make our guest comfortable. She’ll be staying with you for the foreseeable future.”
Jack is the one who steadies Gamemnae. When he blinks, his eyes open to pitch darkness. So do the eyes of those around him, wraiths all. Even Lena’s mother.
Lena hesitates only long enough to give her mother one last look.
“I love you.”
Her mother nods. “I never doubted for a second. Go,” she urges, “and live.”
Lena returns to the Leviathan sanctum alone. She shatters the medallion to ensure no one else would use it, and sweeps the pieces up to liquidate against any attempts to reconstruct it.
Leviathan is done, without a single drop of blood shed.
Back at LuthorCorp, Lex is nowhere to be found. After a perfunctory search, control falls to Lena. Though she’ll have to wait a mandated period of time before she can rebrand back to L-Corp, things are already feeling normal.
At least, right up until the moment Lena finally visits the Tower for the first time.
“Lena!” Kara calls in delight. During their time working together, things between them have repaired enough for her to wrap Lena in a brief hug and usher her further into the space.
“Come to beg us to back to the DEO?” Alex taunts. “I gotta warn you, I’ve gotten used to being my own boss.”
“Actually,” Lena says, “I’m disbanding the DEO.”
There’s a beat of silence, and then the entire room erupts into chaos. Questions fly at her from every direction, and she endures them quietly until she finally lifts a hand for quiet.
“It’s time. The DEO has never been entirely above board, and if we’re going to make strides in accepting aliens into Earth society, we have to start with nixing the extrajudicial arrests and imprisonment.”
Lena looks at Kara, who has been suspiciously silent. Kara meets her gaze in apprehension.
“What does that mean for Supergirl?’
Lena offers her a smile that refreshes her soul.
"Well, it would be foolish to claim she isn’t still needed, and that heroes don’t do a lot of good. So I’ve already talked with the mayor about implementing a municipal licensing program for vigilante heroes. If successful, you’d basically be doing the exact same thing, with just a little more oversight, and a little less smash and grab.”
Nia beams. “That sounds so cool!”
“And,” Lena adds, sliding her gaze towards Alex and J'onn, “the program is going to need leadership that’s familiar with both heroes and bureaucracy.”
J'onn nods his readiness and agreement, but to everyone’s surprise, Alex hesitates.
“It sounds like a great idea, Lena, really,” Alex obfuscates, “but I think I still have more work to do on this side of things. As you say, the DEO has a lot to make up for.”
Kara hugs her sister tight. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispers.
“Wait, wait, wait…” Nia says, pumping the brakes ever so slightly. “Does this mean we don’t get to be the Superfriends anymore?”
But Lena has an answer for that too.
“As the pilot heroes of this new program, I’m sure all of you will continue to work closely together, and I’m sure the legislation will include provisions for teams as well as individual. Which means that as National City’s first and premier superhero league, the only thing you’re missing is a sponsor.” Which is to say, Lena intends to sponsor them.
“From my personal accounts,” Lena is sure to specify, “and with tech either commercially available or engineered in my personal lab. LuthorCorp will won’t be anywhere near it, and I will be operating as anonymously as possible… though given our history, I’m sure it wouldn’t be too hard a guess for people to figure out.”
When the team leaves for celebratory drinks, Kara and Lena linger. The air hangs thick and heavy between them, until Lena finally speaks.
“You once asked for bygones–”
“I did,” Kara confirms. “And as much as I would love to return the favor–”
“We have a lot to talk about.”
Kara nods, and Lena takes a deep breath. “All I ask,” she continues, “is that you accept the good with the flaws. And that I only ever wanted to do good.”
That much, Kara agrees without hesitation.
“I never thought anything else.”
She loops her arm through Lena’s, and together they walk towards the lift. As it rises to collect them, Kara rocks back on her heels.
“A lot of changes are coming our way,” she remarks.
Lena hums an agreement, but misses the glance Kara gives her as they step into the lift before issuing one last pardon.
“There’s no one else I’d rather face them with.”
The elevator gate closes on the image of them gazing at each other, eyes locked and smiles brimming with the possibility of something new.
Living my best lumberjack life in the snow
You know she’s gone to the dark side. Who puts the teabag in after pouring the water into the mug?!?!?!
Good days are getting to spend some one on one time with my favourite old girl. It’s cold and wet so we didn’t go very far but it was great to get outside and have a little explore 😊🐶
Gay culture is me demolishing a wall in my garden and halfway through taking a break to pose with my sledgehammer jauntily slung over my shoulders while i down a cup of tea for all the ladies on the street.
the inherently healing experience of having gay coworkers
OMG I didnt fully appreciate my fellow queer and ally coworkers until reading this. I’ve had the pleasure of having people throughout my working life so far who have supported and enjoyed my dramas, quirks, and too gay to function days. I’ve also had the privilege of giving that support and my elder gay experience to my young queer coworkers and even my heterosexual colleagues (we had a safe sex sharing afternoon where I educated the office about dental dams 😂).
My wife made a giant version of monopoly for one of her community projects. We had to test it out so she took over our library. We also realised we had no giant game pieces so had to use bottles of wine 😂
How to Improve your writing
This is something that happens every day in your life. A shift of your eyebrow in skepticism, or the way your lip may twitch to a half smile cause you’re trying not to laugh. These behaviors are vital for writing in character, because not only do the allow you to visually see what is happening but it is also reaffirming whatever emotion your character is showing.
So why should you write it?
Much of human communication is non-verbal which means you need to also translate this non-verbal reaction in a post. It allows you to greatly enhance the emotions of another character and always another person to ‘visually’ see how they feel in a post. Most of all, this will add depth and volume to your post to make it feel more real. IT will make your character feel like a human instead of just another fictional person you look at from above.
Below you will find a list different type of emotions and what sort of body language can be exhibited to them.
Three ways to accent an action.
When writing about emotions, there are different ways to verbally write them out. Each one is unique in their own way, allowing you to show more about the emotion.
- Emphasize the Emotion.
But doing this, you are expressing both the emotion and the body language. We’ll use a simple example. It’s short and simple yet you can sense he is happy.
John felt so happy that he was humming a tune while walking down the hall.
- Complicate the Emotion.
Sometimes, even when you are feeling one emotion, deep down rooted underneath the facade of it all, there is actually an underlining emotion they feel. This is something you have to truly express otherwise no one will know.
John felt so happy that he was humming a tune while walking down the hall. However, it was obvious by the way his nose crinkled that he was disgusted by the actions beforehand. Instead, John covered it up by appearing pleased today.
- Contradict the Emotion.
This is a little different than complicate. Contradicting means that you are claiming one thing when in fact its the other. In many ways, this has a variety of uses, from inner depth of the truth to what you see in person, or someone creating a wall. It could be considered a lie, but when is anything that easy?
John felt so happy that he was humming a tune while walking down the hall. In truth, once he was in the classroom, his shoulders slumped and a pout crossed his lips when no one was around, showing just how displeased he was with the situation.
Remember that you do not always have to contradict or complicate anything. Sometimes all you need to do is emphasize and that will be just fine. You don’t always have to have an underlining complicated for an emotion to make it more enhanced.
Do be afraid to use the Thesaurus to also improve an emotion. Such things as “happy” is a nice emotional word, but think of how much more powerful it is when you heard some is “overjoyed” or “content.” She how these emotions matched up with a body language can give two different styles of happiness? Mix and match to find what works best for your character at the time.
More In Depth Information
What I’ve stated above is more of a simplistic overview. IF you truly want to improve yourself, go to this
To see just how much body language can reveal about a person. You will find things such as how a person lies, how the eyes reaction, the positioning of a person in personal space, mouth, and head body language and so much more.
Use these resources to greatly increase the reactions of your character to another and create a more life-like world.