#omg im crying
Should I ship them? But ♥️♥️♥️ their genuine friendship and how tender they are to each other
Bath time part 1
Just taking a cooling evening bath
(that bubble under her chin! I’m dieing from cuteness )
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I think one of the worst forms of child abuse is injecting them with a terminal sense of guilt. parents who constantly use guilt as a disciplinary tactic end up raising children who are unable and afraid to stand up for themselves. they are taught that their needs are unimportant, that they’re selfish for trying to individuate, and that they don’t really matter. they essentially begin to look at themselves as a burden, as something to be tolerated instead of loved - how cruel is it to make a person feel apologetic for their own existence?
the worst part is that since the abuse isn’t “actively” vicious, it’s difficult to identify it. when a person is raised on guilt, they have difficulty establishing boundaries, and they have difficulty developing themselves spiritually. as such, they’re more likely to become victims of further abuse in their adulthood. when something bad happens to them, they assume they deserved it.
it’s the people who apologize for everything, it’s the people who deprive themselves of things that are good for them, it’s the people who end up isolating themselves from others because they feel inherently damaged.
guilt is a poison and the only antidote is compassion
LOONAVERSE: FROM LQ ICONS
jinsoul, yves, gowon, vivi, hyunjin, olivia
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Lena asks, an anxious hand reaching out to run her fingers over Lizzie’s onesie-covered little leg. She’s still amazed at how small their daughter is, even though she’s grown so much in the first six weeks of her life, amazed at how someone so little, can hold so much of her heart.
“We’ll be fine,” Alex smiles, gently bouncing the baby in her arms. “You two need a break.” To prove her point, Alex nods her head at Kara. Kara’s head is resting on the back of the couch, eyes closed, mouth half open in sleep, despite the fact that she’d been talking not two minutes ago.
“Okay,” Lena agrees, the exhaustion really settling in at the prospect of having an uninterrupted nap. You know having a baby is tiring when it wears out even a superhero. “But wake us if you need anything?”
Lena knows Alex will be fine, that Lizzie is in capable hands, and they’re literally just going to be next door asleep, but it still makes her nervous to leave.
“Yes, of course, now wake up your wife before she drools everywhere and go have a nap.”
“Be good for your aunt, okay Liz?” Lena says, voice soft as she leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to her baby’s forehead. She lingers for a moment, breathes in that baby smell that is so intoxicating and comforting.
When Lena leans away, Alex is watching her with a soft smile. So her next words confuse Lena.
“I still can’t believe you let Kara call her that.”
Lena frowns. “What? Elizabeth?”
Lena had loved the name as soon as Kara had suggested it. It’s part Eliza, part keeping with the Luthor naming tradition when they call her Liz or Lizzie, and part Kara too, the nickname El being used from time to time to. And then when she first laid eyes on their daughter, both physically and emotionally exhausted, she’d known immediately that they’d chosen the right name.
“Elizabeth Anya,” Alex corrects.
Which, again, makes no sense. The middle name didn’t have any particular meaning, just that they both liked the name.
Elizabeth Anya Danvers-Luthor.
It suits the little bundle in Alex’s arms.
“Wait,” Alex says, eyes searching Lena’s face. For what, Lena’s not sure. Clearly she needs sleep, this conversation is making no sense.
“Do you not know?” Alex asks.
“Know what?”
“I…” Alex’s eyes dart away.
“Alex.”
“Liz Anya,” Alex says, like it explains everything when it does nothing to solve Lena’s confusion.
She rolls the name around a few times in her mind, and it’s the third time she thinks the name, that it sinks in.
She rounds on her wife, knee knocking her against Kara’s to wake her up.
“Kara.”
Kara jolts awake, springs off the couch slightly too fast to be human. “What? What’s wrong? Is Liz okay?”
“She’s fine,” Lena grounds out. “Or she would be okay if her mom didn’t name her after pasta.”
