To both sides of Qui-Gon, Jedi and judicials were beginning to climb from the lake, their waterlogged tunics and uniforms weighing them down. Following Qui-Gon’s lead, Obi-Wan sprang from the water, landing atop one of the smaller rocks. Vergere floated in like a water fowl until she reached the stony beach, then she called on her powerful reverse-articulated legs to catapult her ashore. Saesee Tiin’s big hands cut through the waves like flippers. Yaddle rode in atop Ki-Adi-Mundi’s broad shoulders, her short arms wrapped around his tall head, and her topknot of golden-brown hair plastered to her green skull.
Close by, Depa Billaba stepped gracefully to the beach, as if emerging from a warm bath.
Everyone else is struggling while Depa walks out the lake like a Queen (James Luceno, ‘Cloak of Deception’)
“Good afternoon, Miss Danvers. Please have a seat. We’re just waiting for Miss Luthor to show.” As soon as it registered that he said Luthor, the door burst open to reveal Lena and her twin boys.
Lena was having a rough night. She knew she did what was right. Her mother’s project was wrong on so many levels. Lena should be happy Lillian was locked up, but she couldn’t bring herself to be. She was miserable. Lillian had been a terrible mother, a terrible person really, but she was family. The only family Lena had left. So when all was said and done, Lillian escorted away, her minion gone, Supergirl and the Martian back to wherever Superheros went, Lena was alone. Now, Lena was used to being alone. She was single with no friends, and her last family member hated her, but this feeling. This feeling was something the CEO had never felt before. All she wanted to do was break down and cry, but she still had Lillian’s voice at the back of her head telling her that was weakness. Logically, she knew it wasn’t. Humans have emotions. They are allowed to express them, but she still couldn’t let herself. Instead she went to the nearest dingy bar she could find, determined that she would not remember this in the morning.
The bar was certainly dingy. It was small, and smelled of mold, but it served alcohol and that was all Lena needed. She kept drinking until her head started to spin, and then had some more to make the dizziness go away.
“Hey, doll. How bout I take you home?” Lena could hear the warning bells going off, but she choose to ignore them. She needed for one night to not feel so alone. For all girls, going home with a strange man they meet in a dingy bar is a bad idea, but for the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, and a member of the most hated family on Earth it was the worst idea.
Lena woke up in a grimy hotel room next to a strange man she had never seen. They were both nude, so the CEO could only assume what happened. She snapped a quick picture of the man as a just in case, before high tailing it out of there.
It took about a month to notice the signs. It was two days after she went to the doctor’s, and one day after that that the news hit the media. Lena was certain that it was the overly suspicious intern who blabbed, but she had more important things to worry about. One was the man. He was a criminal who had been caught for just about everything but murder. She kept waiting for him to step forward and claim the child, but he didn’t.
After finding out she was pregnant, Lena cut off contact with everyone who wasn’t part of her company. She only saw Kara during interviews, and if the reporter got too personal or friendly, the CEO shut down the interview. Because of all this Lena wasn’t expecting anyone to be there when she went into labor, but there was Kara Danvers holding her hand and whispering reassuring things through the agonizing pain.
“Twins, Lena?” Kara sucked in a breath. The CEO had kept as much about the baby a secret as possible. No one knew the sex, let alone that it was two, both baby boys.
“Lena,” Kara whispered a few hours after labor, from her spot next to Lena. “I know you don’t want help, or pity but children are handfuls, especially twins. I’m going to help you!” Lena consented, knowing the reporter wouldn’t give in. Over the next few years, Kara became the third most important thing in Lena’s life next to her company and her boys.
It was right around the the twins third birthday when Kara stopped helping. She had left for a couple days to deal with a family emergency, promising to be back in time for Morgan and Lincoln’s birthday party. When she got back in town, Kara deleted all of her social media, and told Lena that she wouldn’t be able to help as much.
“Don’t worry about it, Kar. You don’t have to help me. I can handle the boys by myself, and if I need help, I’ll hire a nanny.” When Lena said that, she didn’t realize that she was essentially nailing the coffin that was their friendship.
Kara felt guilty about leaving town, about leaving Lena, but if what Kal-el said was true than she had to leave. She arrived in Smallville, Kansas in only a few short hours.
“Kara! I need you to follow me!” Kara turned to see the usually smiling face of her concern with a worried look on his face. “It landed over here. I’m not sure where the pod came from. It looks Kryptonian, but it appears to be martials from Earth.” Kara took one look at the pod before declaring it a replica. This made her a little bit more cautious, and since the window of the pod didn’t show anyone, Kara used her x-ray vision to see inside.
“Kal!” She gasped, moving to open the pod. “It’s a child!” Sure enough when Kara opened the pod, there was a little girl around three years old.
“We might want to get her to the DEO.” Kal-el suggested, surprising Kara. Nodding, the Alien female picked up the little girl, and took off, her cousin following closely behind.
“Well, she’s not Kryptonian.” Alex informed the two aliens. “But she’s close.” This made Kara perk up.
“I’m sorry, Kara. Actually, it’s a clone. A pretty good one but no exactly right.” J’onn told the two.
“A clone of who?” Kara asked, stepping forward to get a look at the clone.
“Of you, Supergirl.”
It took a lot of convincing, but eventually after Kara got everyone to let her raise the clone.
“Alright, Kara.” J’onn Conceded. “On one condition. Once she wakes up, Alex and I will do as much testing on her as we deem necessary including testing what powers she has.” Kara quickly agreed, wrapping Alex, and J’onn in a hug.
It didn’t take long for the clone to wake up. Kara was in the room when the girl’s eyes blinked open, and she started to scream. Kara was fine with screaming. Morgan, and Lincoln were the kings of screams. What bothered her was that the little girl was screaming out Kryptonian curse words. Alex, and J’onn came running in, Alex with her gun out. Kara quickly assured her that wasn’t necessary before a soothing Kryptonian lullaby that Alura used to sing to her every night. It took only one verse for the girl to calm down.
“Where am I? I don’t recognize this as any place on Krypton. Who are you? How do you know my language?” Though the girl looked three, she spoke like she was much older. Alex later told her it’s because whoever cloned her managed to fix the strand of Kara’s hair so she was a child physically but they couldn’t get the mental part just right.
“I’m Kara Zor-El. I’m from Krypton. What’s your name?”
“It’s Kaz Tinn. Where are we?” Kara looked over at Alex, and J’onn. How could she not know?
“We’re on a planet called Earth. Kaz, how old are you?” Kaz told them she was three years old.
“Kaz, Krypton died before you were born. I’m not sure how you remember it.” Kaz seemed to take this rather hard. She yelled a “lies” and slammed her hand against the wall, creating a hole, and causing a chunk to go shoot out at Alex. This terrified the girl. Kara explained what they knew, and asked if they could do some more tests. The next two days were filled with tests, and explanations. Kaz refused to do anything without Kara in the room, and if she was weary of the person she would only speak In Kryptonian. Kara had in most people’s eyes been gone for a week when she took Kaz home. Kara kept Kaz a secret until she enrolled her in public school, because she wanted the child to get used to Earth and her powers.
~~~~THREE YEARS LATER~~~~
It was a normal day at work when Lena’s personal phone started ringing. Even after three years of minimal contact, Lena was still hoping it was Kara. Of course, it wasn’t. It was her sons’ school.
“Lena Luthor speaking, how may I help you?” The CEO asked in her most professional voice.
“Hello, Miss Luthor. We’re calling to tell you that both the twins got in a fight today. We need you to get down here as soon as possible.” Lena informed the lady she would be there soon before hanging up.
When Lena got to the school, she was her boys waiting outside the principal’s office with dirty beat up faces.
“Miss Luthor? Everyone’s already waiting inside the office. If you and your sons will just head on in.” Lena offered her hands to the twins before walking into the office. She was determined to be calm throughout this entire meeting, however as soon as she saw a certain blonde reporter that idea flew out the window.
Shortly after Kara returned to work she was moved up to reporting on all alien activity, including Supergirl. Because of this, Kara never interviewed Lena anymore. The last time she spoke to the CEO was probably two months ago when she called to wish Morgan and Lincoln a happy birthday.
Kaz was in public school, and now in the first grade. She was mostly fitting in, expect two boys thought she was weird and constantly taunted her about it. Kaz never did anything about it, but Kara was afraid that one day she might retaliate. Apparently, today was that day.
“Miss Danvers? Kaz got in a fight-” Kara didn’t even give the girl time to finish before she informed the lady she was on her way. When the alien arrived at the school, she saw her clone sitting across from two beat up boys.
“Mom, I’m so sorry! He punched me, and I didn’t know what else to do! I didn’t mean to take you away from your duties!” Kara could hear the boys snickering at Kaz’s older, slightly weird way of talking, but she choose to ignore it. She got down to eye level and looked her adopted daughter in the eyes.
“It’s okay, Kaz. You fought back like you were trained to do. Let’s go talk to the principal, yeah?” Kaz hugged the alien before hopping off her chair, and trodding into the office.
“Good afternoon, Miss Danvers. Please have a seat. We’re just waiting for Miss Luthor to show.” As soon as it registered that he said Luthor, the door burst open to reveal Lena and her twin boys.
In which I read Rey/Kylo Ren meta so you don’t have to
A trip through the Rey//lo meta posts today had me alternately cringe-laughing and needing about ten showers. And look, let’s make this very clear, I have no intention of harshing on anyone’s joy and no one, as a general rule, deserves moral sanction just for what they ship. Besides, some anti-Rey//lo rhetoric has a strong undercurrent of “lol them dumb bitches,” and the sort of assholes who use supposedly feminist media critique as an excuse to be misogynisticto living, breathing women can fuck right outta here thanks.
So I don’t mean to argue with anyone’s love, especially in a way that demeans people for what they like. You know what I can argue with? Arguments. Moralistic disapproval of what people like is as futile as it is intrusive, but one can examine the assumptions underlying the like and see if there are any currents that flow out of larger trends. That’s why I was looking in the meta.
What do the meta posts on this pairing say about the assumptions that gird their ship? Sadly the reports are true–there is almost no argument for this ship that I’ve seen that does not depend on a) romanticizing a war criminal and murderer’s mistreatment and creepy obsession with the heroine, or b) erasing and hijacking the character who did in fact have a great, redemptive character arc and a deep and meaningful bond with Rey. What was his name, Winn, Tinn? It’ll come to me.
Again I must emphasize that this isn’t an argument that people should not ship Rey and Kylo Ren. If that is what makes them happy, more power to them. Rather my argument is that the assumptions and arguments underlying this pairing are creepy in their romanticization of toxic and possessive behavior and racist in their consistent erasure of a major Black character. (Linn? Kinn?) That the arguments for the ship are bad, however, doesn’t mean the people who ship it are bad. Let’s make that distinction very clear. We like what we like for complex and often subconscious reasons. The goal of critique should be to examine and confront those reasons, not to blame and harass people.
Here’s a highlight of major arguments that fall under “romanticization of mistreatment” and “erasure of a major Black character (what was his name?).”
*** Disclaimer – the pronunciations under the cut are how I pronounce them. We have many, many, many different dialects in this small country so don’t go crazy at me if you say it a little bit differently. I hope this helps!
Ankh fwiw, the ankh is a symbol of life in AE, and its associated with every deity- not just Osiris and Aset (neither of which is considered to be a parent of the pantheon… not sure where he got that) and can be called an “Isis knot”. It is vital force, for sure. It’s life and breath. It can also be tied to anything that is a vital force (water, f’ex). Some say it’s a sandal strap, some say it’s an elaborate bow/knot, others say its a penis and vagina and others say it’s a spinal piece from a cow. (thank you, thetwistedrope for clarifying this!)
Celtic Cross Originating from a fusion of ancient Celtic tradition and early Christian practices, this symbol is commonly used by pagans as a symbol of protection. Known as a symbol of balance, one who wears this symbol experiences inner peace and tranquility while warding off negative energies and emotions.
Christian Cross Commonly used by Christian Witches and Christo-Pagans, this rich symbol is used throughout protection rituals and ceremonies. The crucifix (a cross depicting Jesus Christ on it) can also be used during rituals and worn as a symbol of protection.
Earth Cross Associated with Mother Earth, this equal-armed cross is commonly used and worn by pagans for protection. It represents the four elements sacred to magick work (Earth, Air, Fire, and Water) as well as the four directions of the Earth (North, South, East, and West).
Eye of Horus The eye (which can be of Horus or Ra and is often called the Wadjet, who is also a deity) is about totality and wholeness. It is a symbol of protection and restoration. It is true that the eye can represent the sun (right eye) or the moon (left eye) due to the mythology surrounding Horus, and when you consider those together (UPG) you get the whole of creation- light and dark, the day and night, the cosmos- if you will. The eye is also a symbol for offerings, and was given by Horus to Osiris as an offering of completeness and wholeness. (thank you, thetwistedrope for clarifying this!)
Hexagram Referred to as the “Star of David” in Judaism, this six pointed star represents numerous aspects of magick: the four elements, the four directions, forces above and below meeting in the center, and the six magickal astral bodies (Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn). This symbol is also associated with the Heart Chakra, known for balance and unconditional love. It is commonly used for balanced protection.
Ogham The Celtic alphabet system, certain symbols are used for protection by being carved or painted onto wood or sacred stones. Beithe (Birch), Luis (Rowan), Huath (Hawthorn), Duir (Oak), Tinne (Holly), Ailm (Fir), Edad (Aspen), and Idad (Yew) symbols can be used to make protective amulets.
Pentagram/Pentacle Two of the most misunderstood symbols in today’s society, both the Pentagram (5 pointed star) and Pentacle (5 pointed star within a circle) are powerful symbols for protections within magickal practices. Both are associated with the 5 elements of Magick (Earth, Air, Fire, Water, and Spirit), the 5 senses, and the human form. Known as a sacred shield, the Pentagram are thought to be gateways to the spirit world and higher energies. Either symbol can be used throughout protection magick work.
Runes The ancient Norse symbol system which is commonly used for divination can also be used for protection. Thorn (Thuriaz, Vexing Thorn), Hagal (Hagalaz, Hail), Nyd (Nauthiz, Patience), Is (Isa, Ice), Eoh (Eihwaz, Yew), Eohl-Secg (Algiz, Elk) and Beorc (Berkana, Birth) can be carved onto wood or sacred stones as protective amulets.
Thor’s Hammer Associated with Thor, the Norse God of Thunder and Lightning, this symbol is commonly worn for guidance and protection. Thought to be a champion and protector of the common man, pagans and even non-pagans now wear this unique symbol.
Triple Knot Symbolizing the Triple Goddess in Celtic magick traditions, this ancient symbol is frequently used by witches for protection. It is said the symbol’s twisting knots and spirals confuses and traps negative or unwanted energies. Witches interchange the pentagram/pentacle with the Triple Knot if one feels uncomfortable wearing the five-pointed star in public.
Note- There are many other symbols that can be used in protection work. It is important to charge whichever symbol you may use with the intent to protect from unwanted emotional, mental, and psychic energies.
In the middle of the room stood their host, Mia presumed, fully decked out in a fluffy dressing gown with a feather boa, cigarette holder and bed socks. It seemed more of a Big Lebowski party than a cuddle party, she found herself thinking, and shook her head. Far be it for her to judge the party categories of others, after all.
Their host had a shock of carrot orange hair and was laughing almost hysterically at what the petite woman at his side was saying. Everything about her seemed to be gothic to the max - her hair, her eyes, her makeup, her clothes, her shoes. She was a walking early 90s mash-up of tiger kitten and full grown hardcore goth. Her hair was carefully finger waved and parted to one side where it shimmered to curls at her jawline and Mia found herself looking at her with a stab of envy. Maybe she should never have bleached her hair.
“Tinne!” their host shrieked, flinging the goth girl to one side as he scrambled to give his heavily bejewelled hands to Mia’s friend.
They babbled together for a few moments in heavily accented dialect. Mia was getting good at telling if something was what she thought of as ‘clean’ Dutch, the kind spoken in Holland, or whether it was ‘real’ Dutch, i.e. the language spoken by actual Flemish people. She pushed away the squirming urge to bite her fingernails in anxiety, realising that the room was full of a number of other people in all manner of fluffy garments, and that quite a few of them were sizing her up. Ordinarily she would have made a sweeping wave and masked her insecurities with loud bravado, but she looked back at Tinne and their host instead, fixating in on his orange hair to the exclusion of all else.
Wow. I'm a newer witch (but have always been heavily tied to nature) and lemme just say, your blog is a blessing. It's accessible and you seem so nice!! So I was wondering, any tips on how to incorporate witchcraft into everyday actions, especially for a student who has to keep it on the covert?
Hi there! First I want to say thank you for such kind words!
I’m glad Tinne and I can help!
As for incorporating witchcraft into everyday actions, there’s a lot you can do! Now a lot of these ideas came from other posts so I’ll just link them instead.
Now these are a few of my suggestions. Putt positive energies and different colored liquid soaps in bubble baths (blue for calm, red for love, green for prosperity, etc.) when you want some R&R time. My teacher also said you can use an athame as a normal cutting knife (Or use a normal cutting knife as an athame) because you can keep it covert and you can put a bit of magic into your cooking.
If anyone has any suggestions don’t be afraid to tell us!