If you guys need even more proof that Lena is whipped, take it from a business major who learns daily about the life of a CEO.
CEOs of any company, but especially a large one like L-Corp are extremely busy. We (or at least I) assume that L-Corp most likely operates in the tech industry, maybe manufacturing too, but don’t know for sure. But the tech industry is highly competitive and fast paced. The time of a CEO is extremely valuable to a company.
Lena is the type of person who takes her job seriously. She is dedicated to rebranding and repositioning L-Corp, separating it from the evil of Luthor Corp. Hence most of her time is going to be spent strategizing how to do that. She doesn’t focus on small details like hiring and firing of employees (unless it’s like C-suite levels executives or other high ranking people), budgeting, marketing strategies, financial plans, etc. She will most likely delegate that to the CMO, CFO, COO, etc. She’s going to be making business deals, hence all of her meetings, listening to business pitches from R&D as well as other executives, attending board meetings to learn about the state of the company, etc. I was in my business to business marketing class last night and my professor was basically like “The CEO of a company got where they are because they know how to manage their time effectively, they time slice. If you’re pitching an idea to your CEO, you’ll have 10-15 minutes max. Maybe an hour if you’re good. That’s it.” Lena’s time is extremely valuable.
The fact that she takes time out of her day to meet with Kara on social visits, takes time out of her day (most likely at least an hour or two) to meet Kara at CatCo to go out to lunch at some new Kombucha place, randomly drops by Kara’s apartment and her place of work to ask for a favor that she could have either called or asked Jess to contact Kara for her, spends her evenings when she could be working on her company, trying to help Kara find a bunch of missing aliens and her own mother is a testament of how much she actually cares for Kara. Even in just a platonic sort of way. In fact, I think it’s much more compelling if it is platonic.
Also consider that when Kara forgot about their lunch outing, she wasn’t angry or annoyed in the slightest that Kara forgot. She was completely understanding and even offered to help her friend. As a CEO, when your time is that valuable, it would be completely understandable if Lena was even the least bit frustrated that Kara forgot. But she wasn’t. And we all know that they probably just ended up rescheduling and causing Lena to rearrange at least a couple of meetings to spend time with Kara.
“Deactivate training sequence!” Keith’s voice called throughout the arena, 2 bots fell, no longer buzzing with electrical energy. He only made it to level 2, he could usually hit at least 4 before he even STARTED getting tired. Keith wasn’t tired, Keith was distracted. Lance. Lance smelled like sex on legs and he just couldn’t ignore it. Every time he tried to think of something else he always made a chain-like connection back to Lance. As he walked over to the sidelines of the training area, grabbing his water bottle he tried to think of new things. Sandwiches. Who invented sandwiches, why do you think it’s a good idea to put shit between bread. It just makes a mess and isn’t even filling, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were ok, not messy, but they always made his fingers sticky and Lance always put way too much peanut butter on. Fuck. Ok reset. No Lance. Keith scowled at himself and took a swish out of his bottle. Water. No that’s too easy Lance is literally the guardian of water. Reset. His red jacket, it was getting a little snug, his muscles much more prominent than when he arrived. He remembered when he first noticed his muscles, he had beaten Lance at an arm wrestling competition when he previously couldn’t. From that day on they were constantly in competition to see who was stronger, hosting monthly arm wrestles, it was always a 50/50 battle, Keith won last time. Fuck. Lance. Fuck Lance. No period, no comma.
“No I can’t do that.” He set down his bayard and crossed an arm around his stomach, letting his water bottle stay loosely in his hand.
“Do what?” His bottle clanged to the floor in surprise as he jumped, pulled from thought.
“Oh Pidge, hey.” Keith turned to find pidge lurking, standing by the door. “Come to train?” The green paladin didn’t come often to battle training bots, but it wasn’t unheard of.
She whipped out her bayard. “Yeah.” It buzzed to life and Keith smiled. “What can’t you do?” She mused, letting the bayard die down again.
“More like who.” He mumbled before taking another sip, it was quiet and he hadn’t meant for pidge to hear but alas it was not so.
“Who?” She squeaked, “what do you mean who?” ‘What a leech’, Keith thought, ‘desperate for any gossip.’
“Nothing, Pidge.” He wasn’t exactly shy about his history with anyone or his intents with anyone, but Lance was different. “Nobody.”
“Shiro?” She guessed, not taking no for a viable answer.
“Not anymore.” He threw a sidelong glance at pidge, wiping his mouth of residing water. Her face bore disgust and disapproval. “What would you have done if I had said yes.”
“My reaction would have been relatively similar, maybe a hint of disapproval.” Keith scoffed.
“And that wasn’t disapproval?”
“Mostly distaste, you find out a brother figure and a father figure used to be…” she shivered, making a gag noise “…I can’t find a good word for it and I don’t want to.”
“Bedmates” Keith suggested
He leaned in close. “…lovers?”
Pidge full on punched Keith in the gut, he bent over, eating his teasing words. “You’re disgusting.” She spat jokingly. Keith gripped his gut on the ground.
“I deserved that.” He laughed slightly, trying to ignore the eminent bruise. “Help me up.”
“Get Shiro to help you up.” She crouched down next to Keith and they shared a smile, they definitely had a sibling relationship and Keith pushed her over, losing the balance she had in her heels, she fell onto her butt after flailing her arms in circles to keep balance. “You’re a dick” she scoffed at Keith, keeping a light, joking tone to her voice, a shit eating grin plastered on her face.
“Fair enough.” He shot back the exact smirk she gave him seconds before.
There was silence as they both sat up, crossing their legs and exchanging a secret handshake. “So… you gonna tell me who’s up for courting?”
Keith looked away uneasily, why was Lance such a sensitive subject? “…Lance.” He closed his eyes tightly, avoiding looks of disapproval.
“I can see that.” Keith looked up and saw a thoughtful look, she adjusted her glasses. “I mean, I don’t want to it’s disgusting but,” Keith smiled lightly.
“Thanks Pidge.” He had a sarcastic tone to his voice. Keith started to stand and the green paladin followed suit. “It’s only level two, so if you wanna start up where I left off then go ahead.”
“Sweet! I don’t have to set up!” She picked up her bayard again and Keith grabbed his, hooking it onto his belt and making sure he had his water bottle. “Cya kogane!”
“Sayonara Holt.” He called, waving as he walked out the door.
Lance stood in his shower, his legs weak and a hand resting on the wall for support, regretting his actions that took place seconds before, this was sure to send his heat into full force. He was so glad to finally be back in his room, that lock seemed to last a million years. “Fuck.” He groaned, looking at the mess he had made of himself. He was in the shower, as sensitive as he was everywhere he needed to stay cool and this was the only way to cool down. The water pressure on his nerves and scent glands inevitably aroused him and he had to deal with his… problem. At least he was in the shower and didn’t have to worry about cleaning up or dirtying a towel but now he was sure to be in need for at least a couple hours. He was so uncomfortable it had to be dealt with, and now he had a couple minutes of relief but stank like lust and needy, omega, clinginess.
“This is stupid” he mumbled, stepping out of the shower, already ready for round two. “Stupid, stupid heat.” He pulled a shirt over his head and cringed at how the material made his skin ache. His underwear was a nightmare and his jeans even worse. “Nope not doing that today.” He slid them back down and pulled up sweatpants, a much looser option.
“Lance?” Keith’s voice rang through the door faintly. Lance took a deep sigh and wiped his hair out of his face.
“Come in!” He struggled to bring a pitch of happiness to his voice, the door slid open and Keith stepped in.
“I heard you were at breakfast so I-” he froze as he made eye contact with the scrawny boy and he shared the same look as Shiro had earlier that day, partially due to his gaunt figure but mostly due to his smell. “I um… I wanted to..” he walked towards Lance who forced himself to back away from the red paladin. Though every muscle craved for his touch, even just a hand on the shoulder, he had to resist.
“Wanted to…?” There was something primitive behind those violet eyes. Lance bit his lip and put his hands behind his back. It was a subtle notion that he did sub-consciously, but it meant the world. When Lance put his hands behind his back he showed defencelessness, no way to fend off anyone, and his shoulders went back, popping out his chest slightly for easy access to any Alphas. It was a gentle way to seduce someone, working more commonly on Alphas than Betas, and good god was it working on Keith.
“I uh…” Keith’s eyes wandered, bringing in every single curve of Lances body. His chest open and ready to be bitten or played with or admired. “Um.” He shook his head for a couple seconds of focus and looked back to Lances eyes. “I wanted to ask how you were?” There was slight concern in his voice but he was too distracted by that encouraging smell, his self discipline nearly breaking.
“A little warm but otherwise fine” that was only a half lie, he was warm, constantly warm, and cold at the same time but he was far from fine. Lance wanted nothing more than to run to Keith and smell his hair, let his hands wander onto his broad shoulders and let him nuzzle against his scent glands. Lance clicked his tongue and Keith’s eyes shot up, Lances opened in surprise, had he really just done that? Had he just clicked his tongue at Keith? If putting his arms behind his back was a subtle way of seducing an alpha, this was basically begging for it. It was an instinct that omegas had, to click their tongue whenever they were in need and had an alpha at their dispense. Lance looked at Keith slowly, his hands becoming stiff beside him, arms slightly bent, ready to launch at Lance.
-click- Keith glared at Lance, he clicked his tongue a second time and his hands flew over his mouth, his eyes flashing back and forth between his mouth and the red paladin. Keith could feel common sense losing. He took a step towards Lance who stiffened but didn’t back away, the black haired man suddenly became aware of how tight his jeans were. His ears were back as far as they could go, trying to register any sound from the hallway.
He reached for Lances hand, the blue paladin flinched and his friend slowly removed the tan fingers from his face, one hand, then the other. Keith gently put Lances arms on his shoulders, soon after he placed his pale hands on his partners hips.. Lance looked afraid but was intrigued, compliant. The red paladin moved closer, as did the blue. A mutual act of respect. Keith engraved Lances face into his memory, engraving every detail, every shred of blue that danced through his eyes, every stray hair. He took a deep breath in, God he loved that smell, the soothing smell of Vanilla, Keith decided. There was a second of silence between the two boys, the room waiting for any movement. Keith growled slightly, sexual frustration building. “I want to kiss you.”
Lance didn’t wear any expression other than slight intrigue mixed with want and need. He closed his eyes, giving into his needs and the Alphas request and leaned in, he felt a slender finger on his lips suddenly and his eyes opened. Keith looked like he was stalking prey. His voice was firm and slightly commanding, Lances legs went weak as Keith’s voice sank into his ears
Time to add my two cents to the fandom.
So. Humans are weird. They prepackage dry mixtures to be used at a later date because ain’t nobody got time for that. Doesn’t matter if it’s food like cake or soups or paints or concrete. But one of the universally accepted steps to turn your dry, powdery dust or sad lumps into something recognizable is to just add water. It’s a major draw in marketing when you see that big ol’ stamp on the package proclaiming, “JUST ADD WATER!” Everything else has already been pre-completed. And I think that aliens would find that super weird because they could make everything from scratch, every time. Or even have some sort of portable 3D printing to rearrange atoms at a molecular level to suit their needs. Either way, humans have been finding ways cut corners for countless years. Just add water.
My thing is, as someone who loved her music when I was 12 and it actually suited my maturity level — I know her songs. I’ve heard this one song multiple times. Better Than Revenge, Mean, Tell Me Why, Bad Blood — the same revenge song over and over again. Beyond that, let’s consider the, “People are mean to me and you hurt me!” songs: Picture to Burn, Cold as You, Should’ve Said No, A Perfectly Good Heart, White Horse, You’re Not Sorry, Forever & Always, Come in with the Rain, DEAR JOHN, Innocent, I Knew You Were Trouble, All Too Well, We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together, All You Had to Do Was Stay, & Shake It Off. THAT IS WAY TOO MANY VICTIM SONGS. HOW ARE YALL NOT BORED OF THIS SHIT?
We’ve known that breathing in or touching infectious/infected material is probably bad since before germ theory, but it wasn’t until 1943 that our first formal guidelines and laboratories for technician separation from the infectious agent were set up. It was the 1960s before the first conference to standardize personal protection equipment (PPE) guidelines.
These days we have 4 basic safety levels when working with biological agents: Biosafety Levels (BSL) 1-4
BSL 1 includes well-understood agents not known to regularly affect adult humans, and which present a minimal level of hazard to the technician. Canine hepatitis, non-pathogenic strains of E. coli, and other non-infectious bacteria. Aside from standard healthy-living procedures (washing with soap etc), laboratory equipment is decontaminated via autoclave between uses, protective gloves, and sometimes protective goggles are required.
BSL 2 includes many of the milder infectious diseases that we know about, such as Salmonella, measles, mumps, MRSA, C. difficile, and hepatitis A, B, and C. These are sometimes serious illnesses, but are not easily aerosolized in a laboratory setting. When aerosols may be formed, biological safety cabinets are used, extreme care is taken with sharps, access to the laboratory is limited during work, and all technicians are trained in pathogen handling procedures.
BSL 3 includes dangerous pathogens that can cause potentially lethal infection, such as Yersinia pestis (black plague), rabies, SARS, tuberculosis, tularemia, and yellow fever. Laboratory personnel have specific training in handling pathogenic and potentially lethal agents, and are supervised by competent scientists who are experienced in working with these agents. All procedures involving the manipulation of infectious materials are conducted within biological safety cabinets, specially designed hoods, or other physical containment devices, or by personnel wearing appropriate personal protective clothing and equipment. The laboratory usually has special engineering and design features, such as restricted access, double-door entrances, and sealed penetrations. BSL 3 laboratories are sometimes called warm zones.
BSL 4 includes the most lethal and exotic agents that there are no cures or vaccines for, such as Ebola, Lassa, Argentinian hemorrhagic virus, and smallpox (smallpox for its extreme virulence, despite its vaccine availability). When dealing with biological hazards at this level the use of a positive pressure personnel suit, with a segregated air supply, is mandatory. The entrance and exit of a level four biolab will contain multiple showers, a vacuum room, an ultraviolet light room, and other safety precautions designed to destroy all traces of the biohazard. Multiple airlocks are employed and are electronically secured to prevent both doors opening at the same time. All air and water service going to and coming from a biosafety level 4 (or P4) lab will undergo similar decontamination procedures to eliminate the possibility of an accidental release. Agents with a close or identical antigenic relationship to biosafety level 4 agents are handled at this level until sufficient data is obtained either to confirm continued work at this level, or to work with them at a lower level.
Members of the laboratory staff have specific and thorough training in handling extremely hazardous infectious agents and they understand the primary and secondary containment functions of the standard and special practices, the containment equipment, and the laboratory design characteristics. They are supervised by qualified scientists who are trained and experienced in working with these agents. Access to the laboratory is strictly controlled by the laboratory director.
The facility is either in a separate building or in a controlled area within a building, which is completely isolated from all other areas of the building. A specific facility operations manual is prepared or adopted. Building protocols for preventing contamination often use negatively pressurized facilities, which, even if compromised, would severely inhibit an outbreak of aerosol pathogens.
Sure thing. In a nutshell, after rolling up your attributes (everything in Traveller is randomly generated), your character starts out as an 18-year-old with no skills or resources to speak of, and you have to pick a career path. Early versions of the game assumed that all player characters would be military veterans, so various types of military service were the only options available, while later iterations add post-secondary education, civilian career paths, and even being a “wanderer” (read: space pirate).
Your character’s life is then divided into four-year terms, and you play each term out as a simple minigame to determine what you learned, what you experienced - and yes, whether you survived. As you can imagine, there are lots of random tables. In the earliest versions of the game, blowing your survival roll simply means that your character is dead, so there’s a tension between staying in longer in order to gain more skills, and the risk of blowing a roll and having to start over. Later versions of the game offer a variety of potential consequences for failing a survival roll, including scandal, imprisonment, or simply being horribly maimed.
Here - I’ll walk us through a basic example right now. For reference, I’m using the second Mongoose Publishing edition of the game (there are several) - you can find a bit of prior discussion on that subject here.
Okay, Jin would be slightly taken aback. He’d pick up his phone after feeling it buzz to find a picture of you, pulling on a tank top just enough to reveal the tops of your breasts, but not enough to fully expose yourself. Couple that with you gently biting your bottom lip and gazing into the camera, Jin is sure to be a blushing blubbering mess. He’d frantically look around to double check he was the only one in the room then he’d hunker down, phone held close to his face so he could fully appreciate the wonderful photo in solitude. He’d make sure you knew how he felt when he got that photo the next time you two were alone.
Yoongi was certainly not a virgin to receiving rather “bold” pictures of you. In fact, he had become so accustomed to it that whenever he saw your name appear on his phone screen, he’d automatically turn the device away from anyone’s line of sight except his own. This time was no exception. When Yoongi saw a teaser of what you had sent him on his lock screen, he immediately stood from his chair and excused himself from the office where the rest of the boys were. When he knew he was safe behind the locked bathroom door, Yoongi unlocked his phone to find a picture of you laying in bed wearing the lacy black two piece lingerie that he loved so much, paired with the caption “coming home soon?”. A smile grew across his face as his lust for you settled in.
“very soon.” he responded before thinking of an excuse to get out of his meeting early.
Hobi isn’t exactly great with his poker face. It was a hot day and you were lounging by a pool wearing a very low cut bikini top and some rather skimpy bottoms. The over exposing bathing suit made your confidence levels skyrocket. You pulled out your phone and snapped a pick of your body, squeezing your arms together to accentuate your breasts, then sent the picture to Hoseok with the caption “wish you were here!”. Upon receiving the photo, Hobi gasped, peaking the interest of Jungkook and Taehyung who were now demanding to know what was on Hoseok’s phone screen. He held the phone tightly against his chest as he frantically fought off his younger brothers and fled the room. When he got into the hallway, he took a moment to catch his breath and cool his red cheeks before unlocking the phone again to admire your photo.
He wished he was there too.
It was date night for you two and Namjoon was treating you to dinner at one of Seoul’s finest food establishments. You decided to wear your extremely figure hugging red dress paired with black stilettos and a bold makeup look. Before Namjoon got to your house, you took a picture of yourself in front of your full-length mirror, hiking up the side of your dress to reveal more than it already was. You sent it to your boyfriend with the question “What do you think?”. When Namjoon got the text, his stomach jolted with excitement and his pupils dilated with desire. He typed back with shaking, eager hands, “Change of plans. We’re staying in tonight. I’m on my way over now. Keep that dress on.”
Jimin, being the little squish that he is, would blush so hard he’d have to cover his face with his hands to keep the other members from teasing him too much. You sent a picture of you sitting cross-legged on your bed in one of his oversized t-shirts which was hiked up to reveal the lace of your underwear perfectly hugging the curve of your butt. He jolted so hard when the picture appeared on his screen, that he almost dropped his phone and showed the photo to the other boys. His cheeks burned red and he tried to cover his embarrassment with his hands but it was no use. He quickly slipped out of the room before any of the boys could grow suspicious of him and looked at the photo once more, a smile growing on his face.
“Why are you doing this to meee?” he texted back, trying to gather himself before going back into the room with his members.
Blame it on his impeccable acting skills but Tae is very good at hiding his emotions. He was playing video games with Jungkook when his phone went off to signify that he received a text. He put down his controller and grabbed his phone. On his screen was a picture of you wearing a very small crop top which was pulled up enough to show that you were not wearing a bra, which also meant that your nipples were peeking through the thin fabric.
“like my new shirt?” you asked him.
His whole body went rigid as he stared at the photo. He sat in silence long enough for Jungkook to ask if something was wrong. At the sound of his younger brother’s voice, Tae snapped back to reality and stood up, muttering about needing to take care of something before slipping out the front door.
“I’m coming over.” he sent you as he raced to your house.
Jungkook was alone in the dance studio, working on perfecting his new choreography. When he heard his phone buzz against the wood floor, he decided now was a good time to take a break. His face lit up when he saw your name appear on his phone screen, but his stomach quickly dropped when he saw what you had sent him. You were wearing an oversized black t-shirt, that hung over your shoulder far enough to show off your lacy red bra, which you had bought specifically for him.
“Just a little something for you to look forward to when you get home. Don’t over work yourself, okay? xoxo” you sent him.
His breath faltered while sweat dripped down his face, and it wasn’t because of all the dancing he’d been doing. He smiled to himself as he wondered how he got so lucky to have a girlfriend like you.
“Actually I was just getting ready to take a break. I’ll be over in a few” he sent back before calling it a night on his dance practice.
I just don’t get it when people talk about how “hot” someone is when they’re wearing as little as possible. I know: everyone has their thing and that’s fine, but I just can’t really see how it can beat suits. I mean, gah.
The Writer Workout - 11 Minutes Keeping Your Word Count High and Your Calories Low
Writing is a stationary sport. And no one knows that quite
like my butt.
The fact of the matter is, it’s a struggle for writers to
maintain our health while also maintaining our word count. If you’re like me,
you’ll be noticing your pants fit a little different after crunching for a
deadline; and your back will sure let you know about it after NaNoWriMo.
We make time for writing, but working out or staying mobile is
something that gets pushed to the back burner. Because, really, who wants to do
that? I deserve to scroll through Tumblr
a while longer or go curl up with a good book, not commit to an hour of jogging
or twenty minutes of sit-ups.
I’m not talking about click-bait – there isn’t a plot twist.
The only catch I could find in this workout regimen is that you have to stick
to it. You don’t have to give up coffee or do a crazy amount of work or even
extend the time later.
These 11 minutes can be placed before writing, during a break, or after writing; that’s the time
it takes to reblog a handful of posts. You don’t even need to go to the gym or
Hit CTRL + S on your document and step away from the writing
desk for a minute to get a taste:
Toe touching for
“Stand with your feet apart and your arms up. Now, bend over
so that you can reach the floor with your fingertips and then rise and stretch
backwards. Keep your legs straight, but do not strain.”
Sit-ups for one
“Lie on your back with your arms by your sides and with your
feet about six inches apart. Sit up enough to enable you to see your heels.
Your legs must remain straight and your head and shoulders must lift up from
the floor. Return to the start position.”
Leg raising for one
“Lie on your front with your arms at your sides and with
your palms under your thighs. Raise your head together with one leg. Return to
the start position. Repeat with the other leg. Count once when the second leg
is returned to the floor. Your legs must remain straight and you should lift
the leg up so that it is separated from the palm.”
Push-ups for one
“Lie on your front with your hands placed under your shoulders
and with your palms down on the floor. Keeping your knees on the floor, lift up
your upper body by straightening your arms to their full extent. Bend your arms
once more to lower yourself to the ground until your chest comes back into
contact with the floor.”
Step Five – Only Six Minutes to Go
The stationary run
and scissor step for six minutes
“The run: You count one step each time your left foot leaves
the ground. You need to lift each foot at least four inches above the ground.
Once you have counted out seventy-five steps, carry out ten scissor steps.
Scissor steps: Stand with your right leg placed forward and
your other leg placed behind you. Your left arm should be extended at shoulder height
forward and with your right one extended behind you. Now jump, reversing these
In 11 minutes, you have worked all the key parts of your
body and now can reward yourself with
Tumblr guilt-free. The FIT KIDS
technique works for writers of all ages, even the fledgling ones, and is
scalable to suit whatever level you’re at.
You can buy it at Amazon HERE
to get more exercise techniques, charts explaining the workout in more detail,
and tips on how to even get kiddos to jump in after your nap-time writing
sprint if you’re a parent.
Do it to stay healthy; do it to get stronger and faster just
like your characters; or do it so you can have an extra donut as a writing
reward. I know that’s why I’m doing it.