#Lena’s Holiday

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Big Screen Bombshells it has Chain Gang Women 1971, Cindy and Donna 1970, Galaxina 1980, Hustler Squad 1976, Las Vegas Lady 1975, Lena’s Holiday  1991, Pick-Up 1975, Policewomen 1974, Single Room Furnished 1966, The Sister-in-Law 1974, The Stepmother 1972, and Superchick 1973

#Chain Gang Women #Barbara Mills #Cindy and Donna #Debbie Osborne #Galaxina #Dorothy Stratten #Hustler Squad #Nory Wright #Las Vegas Lady #Stella Stevens #Lena’s Holiday #Felicity Waterman #Pick-Up #Gini Eastwood #Policewomen #Sondra Currie #Single Room Furnished #Jayne Mansfield #The Sister-in-Law #Anna Saxon #The Stepmother #Katherine Justice #Superchick #Joyce Jillson #Big Screen Bombshells

[ekingstonart]

“Did no one ever tell you, Supergirl, that it’s impolite to keep a lady waiting?”

#i’ll take your guesses on which book she’s reading #my wife wanted me to superimpose a passage from holiday wine on the open page #which #probably not too far off with how monstrously high the word count will be when it’s done #supercorp fan art #supergirl #lena luthor #art by ekingston #1k #personal fave

[steveandnatlover76]

Natasha: James, Sarah, Lena, grab your bags! Steve, come on, get the baby. We want to get started!

Yelena: I still don’t see why I can’t fly us to our holiday destination.

Natasha: Because the last time you flew a helicopter you triggered an avalanche.

Yelena: This is so like you…warming up long-forgotten occurrences! Besides, I triggered the avalanche firing the rocket launcher, not by flying the chopper.

Natasha: You just gave me another good reason not to let you fly the family to our holiday spot.

Yelena: Soooo petty!!!

#romanogers #black widow #captain america #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #yelena belova #james rogers #sarah rogers #lena rogers #baby antony #antony rogers #black widow family #family holiday #domestic avengers #the avengers #my otp

[deadbiwrites]

While You Were Sleeping

Lena's not entirely sure how she got into this mess.

But in it, she is.

Because now, these people think that she is, in fact, engaged to the woman in the hospital bed.

Who is in a coma.

And who Lena has never actually spoken more than two words to.

"Sometimes, Lena," her mother used to tell her with a faraway look in her eyes, "life doesn’t go how you plan.”

Lena only wishes that when her mother had imparted this wisdom, she’d made it clear that she was talking about Lena’s life, specifically.

Chapters 1, 2, 3

#supercorp fanfic #shameless self promotion #my stuff #kara x lena #hijinks head injuries and holidays #what more could you ask for?

[velinkthorn]

Cheers Love The Holidays Are Here

#tracer #overwatch tracer #lena oxton #owedit #ow #merry christmas #happy holidays #gif #gamingedit #gif edit #videogameedit #overwatch

[scottpetersen]

What I Think Certain DuckTales (2017) Characters Might Give A Loved One For The Holiday Season

Ok. Here I’ll be going over what presents certain DuckTales (2017) characters might give a certain loved one for the Holiday Season. Also, Spoiler Alert for the DuckTales (2017) TV series. With that out of the way, let’s dive right in.

The type of gift Goldie might give Louie might depend on their shared love for treasure. So, I think that Goldie might steal one of the valuables kept in Doofus Drake’s house and give it to Louie for the Holiday Season. After all, as shown in the episode ‘Happy Birthday Doofus Drake!’, conning Doofus Drake was the first time that Goldie and Louie formed a connection. And also, as shown in the episode ‘Day Of The Only Child!’, Louie knew that one of Doofus Drake’s aforementioned valuables was worth a lot. So, Louie would really appreciate that gift.

Lena seems to like writing as shown in the episode ‘The Beagle Boy Breakout!’ where she wrote quite a few notes and put them in bottles in the water. And, as shown in the episode ‘The Shadow War Part 2: The Day Of The Ducks!’, Lena wrote a poem to describe how she was brought into existence. So, for the Holiday Season, I think that Lena might write Webby a note that poetically describes how grateful she is for having her in her life. And I think that the note Lena writes to Webby might be something around the lines of this:

Dear Webby,

Years ago, this snow woman that is me was molded from the snow that is the magic I’m made of with nothing on her but what seemed to be a permanent frown on her face. But then you, the sun in the sky, came along. You could’ve used your radiating heat to melt this snow woman away. But instead, you melted some of the snow around this snow woman revealing the sticks, hat and especially the scarf that lied beneath. That allowed this snow woman to take her new stick arms and stand up to and shove aside this snow woman’s evil creator. To put on her hat and distinguish herself from the rest of the snow around her. And what this snow woman is most grateful for. To feel the warmth of the scarf that is the bond we have with each other. Thank you, Webby. You really helped me out. Thank you so much.

-Lena Sabrewing

As stated in the episode ‘Let’s Get Dangerous! Part 1: The St. Canardian Guardian!’, Gosalyn’s grandfather went missing and she wanted to find him. And, as shown in the episode ‘Let’s Get Dangerous! Part 2: A Case Of Mistaken Reality!’, Drake wanted to help Gosalyn reunite with her grandfather. But since, as also shown in the episode ‘Let’s Get Dangerous! Part 2: A Case Of Mistaken Reality!’, Gosalyn’s grandfather is lost in another dimension and the portal was destroyed, Drake might try the next best thing and try to find anything that her grandfather left behind like a journal for example and give it to Gosalyn for the Holiday Season.

As shown in the episode ‘What Ever Happened To Della Duck?!’, Della knew a thing or 2 about building stuff since she did make a prosthetic for herself. And, as shown in the episode ‘They Put A Moonlander On The Earth!’, Penumbra is fierce but also learned to have fun. So, for the Holiday Season, Della might make Penumbra a sleigh and show her some hills and mountains she can sleigh down. And considering that, as shown in the episode ‘The First Adventure!’, Della was very enthusiastic about going on daring adventures even as a kid, she will likely join Penumbra on the sleighing trip.

Well, that’s all for this post.

See you all next time.

#holiday season #disney #ducktales #ducktales (2017) #goldie o'gilt #louie duck #lena sabrewing #webby vanderquack #darkwing duck #drake mallard #gosalyn #della duck #ducktales penumbra #spoilers

[overwatchfanskinarchive]

Beach Dad Reinhardt by Lena Rose

#reinhardt #overwatch #fan skin #fanskin #Lena Rose #summer holiday

[incorrect-supercorp]

Lena: Yeah, we just met, but I would let you fuck me if you asked.

Kara: What?

Lena: What?

Alex and Sam, in the background: *Eating popcorn*

Sam: You said you would let them fuck you if they asked.

#[you & me & holiday wine] vibes raise your hand if you agree #supercorp #supergirl #incorrect supergirl quotes #incorrect quotes #supergirl crack #supercrack #lena luthor #kara danvers #incorrect supercorp quotes #source: unknown #(edited)

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

The Holiday AU Headcanons Pt 2

Lena is walking through the park and finds a man sitting and playing chess by himself. She slows, and upon taking a peek, finds that the man is skilled and potentially a former competitive player. When he takes an unusual amount of time pondering a move, Lena murmurs a suggestion that makes him light up with delight.

"You play!" he exclaims. He waves towards the empty seat across from him. "Care to join me?"

Lena has nothing better to do, so she takes him up on the offer. As they play, Lena ends up spilling her guts about where she's from and why she's there. M'yrrn is obviously very sage about the whole thing, and as their friendship deepens over the course of a few days (bc of course Lena comes back), he offers advice that Lena takes to heart.

#supercorp #the holiday au #myrnn and lena

[formsofcontinuity]

chapter 1: partridge

“Did you know,” Kara alights on Lena’s balcony Christmas morning with a snap of her cape, words already out of her mouth before she’s fully landed, “that partridges are ground foragers? I mean, they can fly, but still, they spend most of their time on the ground!”

Lena has been waiting by the sliding door into her loft since Kara texted a few minutes ago to say she was on her way. The blonde’s hair is windswept, her eyes sparkling despite the mild annoyance in her voice. It’s unseasonably cold in National City this week, a place where Christamasses are often 70 and sunny, and Kara’s cheeks are rosy, though Lena’s still not clear on how much her Kryptonian best friend even feels the drop in temperature. 

As usual, Kara looks unfairly beautiful. 

“Merry Christmas to you, too,” Lena responds dryly, breath catching as Kara strides into her personal space and begins to rub her hands vigorously up and down over the thin fabric of Lena’s long-sleeved blouse without preamble.

“Lena! Aren’t you freezing?” 

“I’ve been out here for all of two minutes.”

“It’s forty degrees.” Kara hasn’t stopped rubbing, her eyes searching Lena’s face for signs of, what, frostbite?

“Kara, darling, I’m fine.” Lena stops one of Kara’s hands with her own. She stills immediately, eyes flicking to their joint touch before she looks up again, sheepish…and cute, so cute. Kara drops her hands to her sides. Regret pricks at Lena, who suddenly feels very cold indeed. Instead of shivering, she laughs. “Come on in. What were you saying about partridges?” 

Kara dutifully follows her into the living room, dematerializing her suit. 

“I was saying that partridges are ground foragers.” 

“Yes?”

“Did you know?”

“Yes, I actually think I did know that. Lex used to hunt them.”

Kara scrunches up her nose adorably in distaste. “But they’re so cute!”

"They are." Lena tries for a straight face, with little success. “This wouldn’t have to do with the song, would it?”

“You know, I’ve wondered about that song my whole life–well, my whole Earth life–but it only just occurred to me to look it up and,” Kara puts her hands on her hips in manufactured outrage, but her pout is ruining the effect, more Superpuppy than Supergirl, "partridges don't nest in trees. A partridge would not be very happy in a tree."

"I doubt they even like pears." Lena turns her head to grin at Kara as she strolls toward the kitchen, egging her on. 

"Exactly!"

The apartment is sans decorations except for a large tree that her friend had insisted on bringing by last week, bulbs and ornaments hung erratically even though Lena had carefully picked out a color scheme of dark greens and golds, baubles bought at the store in advance of Kara’s arrival and presented to the blonde with an aggrieved air that they both knew was for show. But Kara had brought a bag of ornaments, too–some plucked from her own tree, some new she’d chosen especially (“Lena, look, I couldn’t resist. It’s a microscope. And here’s a little cat wearing a Christmas bow tie…)--and Lena had been powerless to say no, even as she watched her modest decorating schema deranged by a laughing snowman, dog Santa, and surfing reindeer.

This is their dance. All these years playing the same game: Lena trying to maintain her taciturn cool facade as Kara whirled in and disrupted everything. Except now Lena is willing to admit to herself that she wants to be disrupted, that the Kara whirlwind, that all of this, all of her, is everything she's ever wanted. It had taken her five years to admit it to herself; maybe, in another five, she’d tell Kara. 

"I think," Lena hedges, "it's supposed to be a religious metaphor," but Kara is already shaking her head as she pours herself a cup of coffee and mixes in copious cream and sugar, fully at home and moving around Lena's kitchen, around Lena, who's pulling biscuits from the oven, with practiced ease. A little trill goes through Lena at the domesticity of it all.

"No, no metaphors. I'm taking the song at face value, and I don't approve."

"The partridge is hardly the most asinine part of 'Twelve Days of Christmas'."

"You're right, but it's the first. It's what I'm supposed to– I mean, it's supposed to be a significant first gift, and it's a lie."

"I'm sorry, Kara." Lena chuckles, then resumes setting the table for their planned breakfast, a task she’d interrupted to stand watch at her balcony door–even though Kara was certainly capable of letting herself in.  

Kara takes her coffee and flops down in front of the tree, turning her gaze to Lena incredulously. 

“Are we eating at the table?”

Was that a trick question? “Yes?”

“It’s Christmas.”

"That…Is that a non sequitur?"

"It's best to eat breakfast in front of the tree on Christmas, Lena."

"Oh? It's best? According to whom, exactly?" To keep up appearances, Lena has to protest, but she's already sliding the coffee table closer to the tree, depositing her own coffee cup on a coaster. 

"Actually, it's mandatory." 

"Well, in that case," Lena tosses her hands up in defeat, "what choice do I have?"

Before she can backtrack for dishes and the food, Kara catches Lena's hand. For one long, ineffable moment, they just look at each other, fingers loosely tangled, Lena's heartbeat rapid, like a bird's. She thinks about those partridges, minding their own business in the high grass and then a single unfamiliar rustle, a strange scent on the breeze, sends them up, up into the air. Away to safety, maybe, but also vulnerable. Out in the open with the breeze ruffling their feathers, they're more liable to be seen, to be found, to be hurt.

Gently, Kara squeezes Lena's fingers before releasing her. Her voice takes on a serious tone. "I'm only letting you go if you promise to come back." She pauses, then adds, a smirk curling her lips, "With food. Come back with food."

And Lena does. She brings the bacon and biscuits and these delectable little egg bites she made from a Martha Stewart recipe, pleased when Kara's eyes widen in excitement. Lena settles onto the floor beside her, their bodies making multiple points of contact–arms, hips, thighs–as the blonde leans over to fill her plate. 

"I guess we're the ground foragers now," Lena offers while they eat, staring into the agonizing and glorious chaos of her tree. It's a half-joke, her uneasy attempt to make normal the feeling that her heart is flying free and wild and out of her chest for all to see. 

Later, they'll exchange presents, but the way Kara laughs just then, genuine and joyful, bumping Lena's shoulder with her own–that's the gift Lena's still thinking about hours later. That's the one that matters most. 

To be continued...

Also on AO3

#Supercorp #Happy Holidays to Lena and Kara specifically #Twelve Days of Christmas fluff #never thought I'd be inspired but a song that actually kind of annoys me #but here we are #12 days to say i love you

[wehadourownsecretclub]

#taylor swift #holiday house #taylurking #ts #tswift #rhode island #instagram #tay Lena #selena gomez #haimtheband #danielle haim

[enchantedliving]

Kupala Night: A Vibrant Slavic Holiday and Its Magical Rituals

BY LENA LENARD

upala Night begins with lighting the “holy fires” in forest clearings as well as on the banks of rivers and lakes. Participants strike fire from ash, birch, or oakwood. In sacred places, they drive birch pegs into the ground and place ash hubs on them—that is, wheels with spokes wrapped in tarred straw. They spin the wheels so fast that the friction causes them to burn. They roll the burning wheels to nearby piles of wood and straw—symbols of home and hearth—and flames burst into the sky, sparking and roaring, symbolizing a new, clean home and hearth. At the same time, there’s singing and dancing. Women collect magical herbs and flowers. They weave wreaths and gird themselves with wormwood.

It’s a night of celebration and erotic awakening, with all-night revelries among the smoke of bonfires and the intoxicating smells of a summer night outdoors. In the past, marriages were arranged by the head or the elders of the family and matchmakers… but for the young women who had not yet been engaged and wanted to avoid the usual form of mating, here, among the flame and flowers, was a chance to win a loved one. A boy might even “kidnap” a dancing girl from around the fire and try to woo her.

CONTINUE READING HERE

#kupala #kupala night #slavic paganism #slavic holiday #lena lenard #ritual #magic

[leighlew3]

Give yourself a Holiday treat. Enjoy laughing your ass off.

I love the SC fandom.

#supercorp #kara x lena #supergirl #holidays #lol #lmao #edit

[trulygrey]

#Prompt #Jock Kara #Shy Lena #Kara wants an actual kiss #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl #kara x lena #lena x kara #supercorp endgame #kara and lena #lena and kara #fluff supercorp #happy holidays #supercorp on zepeto #roroxion #trulygrey

[portraitoftheoddity]

Lena's Christmas report...

So, I headed up north the 18th to spend the week of Christmas with my family, and when I get there, Dad is sick. I work remotely Monday and Tuesday. Within two days, Mom and I are also sick, and I spend a good three and a half days as a coughing, sniffling disaster, though I still managed to do a pretty good job on the jigsaw puzzle mom and I got out. My aunt and uncle get there around the 22nd when I'm pretty much in the middle of it, but thankfully avoid getting sick.

Then, Thursday night, the storm rolls in. It's been snowing every day up until then and mostly in the 10s-20s temperature wise (ºF), but the pressure front comes in with drastic temperature shifts and winds gusting at 60mph. (If you don't know what a 60mph wind feels like, imagine standing in the bed of a pickup truck traveling down the highway at 60mph). At 2am Friday, the power goes out. It comes back briefly, then goes out for good at 5am.

At 6am, my mom and I both go downstairs (it is still pitch dark out) because the wind is too loud for either of us to sleep, shit keeps banging around, and the house itself is shaking from the wind (my dresser was rattling. FROM THE HOUSE SHAKING FROM THE WIND OUTSIDE). The christmas tree on the deck, which is in a heavy metal stand wired to the deck, keeps blowing over, then getting blown back up, and the grill has been blown clean over. As the sun comes up, it becomes clear multiple trees are down, though luckily none of them landed on the house or the driveway (some of the neighbors weren't so lucky -- a couple down the road had their roof partially torn off).

Friday, it pours and the wind roars most of the day. It gets up to 50ºF, which is insane.

The power stays out. Apparently something like 6% of all the people in the state have no electricity.

With not a lot else to do, I end up running D&D for my mother, aunt, and uncle (on their request) and we play through the first half of a homebrewed adventure I wrote with a dungeon crawl, by candlelight. (It was delightful.)

Luckily, my parents have a backup generator because they've lived through enough winter storms to know power outages out in the sticks can last a long-ass time. The generator is wired to a few circuits for essentials like keeping the fridge running and the water pump functioning so the pipes don't freeze. Also the internet router, because priorities.

This is important, since Saturday, it's fuckin' -5ºF out.

Have you ever gone hiking when it is -5ºF?

Because I now have!!!

We headed to the conservation trail area down the street (maybe a 2 mile drive?) and passed not one, not three, but TEN DOWNED POWER LINES. Just on one road. We then put on microspikes and went out on a trail I've gone on dozens of times but which had been turned into ICED OVER CARNAGE (Remember that 50ºF? And all that snow we had before? Followed by a rapid freeze? Whooooo boy). Whole sections of trail are turned into ice slides, which, HALLELUJAH MICROSPIKES. Holy shit those are amazing. You can just... walk up ice. Also, there were downed trees everywhere from the windstorm, many over the trail. We started clearing what we could as we went, dragging branches and smaller trees to the sides of the trail, though a few big ones we jus had to climb over or under and leave for the trail maintenance crews who would be out with chainsaws. It was a hell of a workout, so despite the temperatures, I was goddamn toasty.

Power stays out.

At this point we're not sure how much fuel the generator has, but Dad checks on it and says the gauge looks okay. Just to be safe, we fill up a ton of water bottles and some buckets and stuff with water and make sure there's batteries in all the flashlights and lanterns.

The stove and oven run on gas, thankfully, not electric, so dinner is delicious. Mom and Dad and I take turns alternating sitting by the fire or the one functioning light in the house and reading aloud to each other from a book by a local author while my aunt and uncle are out visiting a cousin.

(That night, it's so cold I can't sleep)

Christmas day: Still No Power, about 9ºF out, but sunny. We get a roaring fire going.

I get my own pair of microspikes. ^_^ (along with some further hiking gear, some nerd shit and some drinkin' supplies).

In the afternoon, family D&D continues. Uncle solves a puzzle, Aunt picks some locks and Mom kills a Wight. We watch probably a dozen utility trucks going by up and down the road, between tree cutting crews and those trucks with the people-buckets they can lift up to power lines. Then Dad gets the TV hooked up to the backup power after dinner so we can all watch the Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special (which was so dumb and so fun and that song will be stuck in my head forever).

Then, at the end of the evening, in a Christmas Miracle -- the lights finally come on!

Today I headed home, and my apartment seems to have come through unscathed with no apparent power loss. But despite the sickness and cold and lack of power, it was honestly a really fun holiday break and I'm being pestered for another D&D game by my relatives and mom wants help leveling her ranger.

Hope you all had a good week!

#lena's personal crap #holiday journaling

[bookishjules]

LENA'S ONLINE !!!

#it's like a holiday for me when my parabatai logs onto tumblr im not even kidding hehe #lena bena