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KRISTINA TONTERI-YOUNG as SISTER BEATRICE  WARRIOR NUN | season two

PSA Regarding Hateful Anons

Tumblr recently made it a requirement for you to be logged in to send asks anonymously. If you receive a hateful ask, don’t publish it - report it to Tumblr. It can be traced back to the user that sent it and with enough reports that person’s account will be suspended.

Share to raise awareness but also to make the clowns who think this behaviour is acceptable think twice before acting brave behind the guise of invisibility.

Lena Luthor smiling because of Kara Danvers. (pt. 2)

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“You were unsure which pain is worse - the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.”

— Simon Van Booy, Everything Beautiful Began After

Your 100 days of fanfic is v v cute!!! Any interest in something kidfic-related for Supercorp? Like Lena and Kara hearing their baby's first words perhaps? Thanks!

She doesn’t really consider herself much of a mother. After all, the maternal figures she had to look up to growing up were few and far between. (A nanny there, a teacher here…so it goes.) And yet, her daughter’s curious blue eyes stir something deep inside of her, and it sort of feels like she’s been doing this her whole life, even if chopping up fruit was never something she imagined for herself.

“I swear I heard her say Mom,” Kara says, breaking Lena out of her thoughts. She smiles, because Kara swears up and down every week that their daughter has spoken her first word, and hasn’t been right yet.

“Are you sure it just wasn’t her normal noises when she likes whatever she’s eating?”

“Like yum? No. It was mom. Moooommm.” Kara crosses her arms over her chest, looking at Lena a little petulantly. “I want her first word to be Mom.”

“I mean, I don’t know what else it would be. She has two moms.”

“Mommy. But I’m mommy. And I want you to be Mom.”

Lena laughs, turning her head to watch their daughter play with some colorful toys Kara had snuck in last week, even after Lena had said no more toys. “Any particular reason why?”

“No, none,” Kara answers with faux innocence. “Just that if she recognizes you as mom first, maybe you’ll stop thinking this is all a dream.”

It’s said jokingly, but there’s more than a little truth to the statement, and not for the first time Lena wonders how Kara got to know her so well. “It’s a mighty good dream though.”

Kara smirks and lets the topic drop. “Maybe we should revisit that one dream you had, remember, I think it involved me and a shower—”

Lena’s face burns bright, the knife slips, and she feels a sting on her finger where fruit juices begin to seep into her freshly sliced flesh. “Oh shit,” she mumbles, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her bloody finger.

Then, from across the room, what Kara has been hoping for finally happens: “Oh shit, Mom.”

They pause, then Kara turns to Lena with a huge grin. “Do you see that? She’s a prodigy!”

The dance ends in a unique dip, Lena hovering near the floor and Kara holding her whole weight up by one arm, and in the few crackling, heart-stopping moments before the cheers explode into her eardrums Lena becomes aware that her body has reacted in the most inconvenient possible way.

— from ‘i want something just like this’ by @jazzfordshire

So. I obviously wasn’t kidding when I said I am obsessed to the point of flat-out mania with the image Jazz described of Kara spinning & dipping & throwing Lena around the stage (and Lena trusting both Kara and herself enough to thoroughly enjoy it)

“I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse. I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem. Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo. When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to. And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe. I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy. I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.”

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Curious Georgiana (via grrrlstudies)

I know I’ve reblogged this before, but it bears re-reblogging (?).  This is how you respond to abuse, this is how you give people control over their bodies/uteruses, this is how you act as a generally non-judgmental and compassionate person.  I love this story so fucking much.

(via coffeewithants)