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this is exactly my type

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i love that i took a minor break from here cause i was moving, came back to read last night, and was immediately recommended very clearly AI generated/assisted writing by tumblr like HUH?! 😭

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Superman (2025) + tweets

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why is it so impossible to find a Bob Reynolds fanfic where he doesn't stutter every 5 fucking words?!?

"Ye-Yeah, that would b-be great..." WRAP IT UP

Not every soft spoken character is an anxious, stuttering mess. This man is an abused meth addict turned into a superhero, so he's got lots going on, but he's NOT A STUTTERING TODDLER!!!

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my life lately

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wow i love evan peters. i sure hope no one else appears in this tron: ares trailer that would make me not want to go see it in theaters

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Blue with us, blue with you 🩵💙🩵💙

PEDRO PASCAL’s The Fantastic Four: First Steps photo dump

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Okay but hear me out: Ben Grimm x trans male reader 👀

both feel different from the rest of society, so it’s like two weirdos together

hi! as much as i would love to do this, i do not have the experience to write for a trans male reader, and i don't want it to be inaccurate or take away from trans writers

but i do love this idea!

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I genuinely believe that the new SW trilogy wouldn’t have flopped out into irrelevance like it did if they hadn’t dumped Finn on the side of the freeway like a new pet rabbit the week after easter

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literally shaking im about to see fantastic four

please send your requests (for any of them!)

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So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????

I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.

Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?

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“did you see that picture of lewis pullman where he-“ honey i’ve seen every picture of lewis pullman. there’s not a picture of lewis pullman that hasn’t crossed my desk.

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"Maybe I'll kill that reporter who does all your interviews. Maybe I'll kill Clark Kent."

This is the most important line in the movie. I'm 100% serious. It tells you everything you need to know about Lex Luthor's character. It shows the audience that, despite being almost omnicognizant from the get-go, Luthor clearly has no fucking idea who Superman is, only what he does.

I've never seen anyone go from All-Knowing Evil to Absolute Fucking Loser so fast. In fifteen words he went from unstoppable criminal powerhouse to flailing manchild moron. He gave his Evil Dictator demonstration and then turned around, dropped his pants and showed his entire ass. He proclaimed his manifesto of unrelenting ego, turned around, slipped on a banana peel and landed on a whoopie cushion.

And he was so mired in his own sense of superiority that he never even knew it.

Lex Luthor, folks. Ten out of ten, no notes.

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clark, who perks up when you call his name the way dogs react to hearing the word walk. pleasantly startled, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed energy in a six-foot-something frame.

clark, who insists on carrying all the groceries. so now you just walk beside him, one arm looped through his, watching him play pack mule with unconcealed joy.

clark, who sits beside you at the fountain, tearing bread crusts into little hunks for the doves.

clark, who taps your knee when he spots a squirrel in the park. stops mid-step and whispers, “look, look,” with the same excitement of one pointing out a comet—never mind it’s just a rodent with a peanut.

clark, who sets his lockscreen to a selfie of you both. candid, taken mid-laugh. your head resting against his shoulder, his smile half-formed, cheek pressed into your temple. he carries a printed copy in his wallet, too.

clark, who texts you pictures he’s taken. things that remind him of you, or things he knows you’d like. a cat loaf in a patch of sunlight, a diner chalkboard advertising your favourite pie, or a silly meme he figured you’d laugh at.

clark, who always ends up the big spoon, no matter how you start. even if you fall asleep facing him, curled into his chest. by morning, you’ll wake up with his arm around your waist.

clark, who really knows how to cook. real food, too—not just bachelor chow reheated in a pan. i’m talking soups from scratch or stews that simmer for hours. he doesn’t let you lift a finger unless it’s to taste-test something off the spoon.

clark, who hums commercial jingles around the apartment while doing chores, such as lifting the entire couch (with you still on it) so he can vacuum underneath.

clark, who carries you bridal-style to bed.

clark, who packs little sandwiches in wax paper when you work late. your name written in block letters across the front.

clark, who leaves post-it notes behind cabinets, in the pockets of your jackets. blue ink scrawled sideways. “i love you,” “you looked really pretty this morning.”

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finest shyt ☝️

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THIS I MAY START WRITING FOR HIM I HAVE NOT STOPPED THINKING ABOUT HIM

My brethren I come before you as a humble woman who has just seen Superman… please drop some Mr. Terrific fanfictions 😭