#Lois & Clark

[scifi4wifi]

Robert Butler, Director on Pilots for ‘Batman,’ ‘Star Trek’, Dies at 95

Emmy winning director Robert Butler, who directed Star Trek’s pilot “The Cage,” which was later re-edited into “The Menagerie,” has died at the age of 95. He passed away on November 3, 2023 in Los Angeles, California, of natural causes. Butler is credited with directing two episodes of Star Trek: The Original Series, “The Cage,” and “The Menagerie, Part One.” Marc Daniels directed “The Menagerie…

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Muere Raquel Welch: 'Fantastic Voyage', 'One Million Years B.C.' y 'Myra Breckinridge' tenía 82 años...

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Superman & Lois | 4ª temporada será a última da série 

Chegou a hora de dizer adeus ao Superman e a Lois Lane. A 4ª temporada da série Superman & Lois será a última. #Superman&Lois #Superman #LoisLane #DC

De acordo com a Variety, a 4ª temporada da série Superman & Lois será a última. Uma notícia nada animadora para os fãs da série da CW, dessa forma os 10 episódios finais da serão lançados em 2024. Vale destacar que a recomendação da quarta temporada da série foi que tivesse menos episódios que o normal.  No entanto, o fim de Superman & Lois não é uma novidade para os fãs de heróis. Pois, após…

[amaclucky13]

Superhero Sunday - Lois Lane

In honor of Lois Lane's birthday this past week! She's next up on the Superhero Sunday docket!

The many faces of Lois Lane! Since Action Comics Issue #1 in 1938, Lois Lane has appeared alongside Superman in almost every version. It has long since been confirmed that she is his soulmate and they are destined to find each other time and time again, no matter the odds, no matter the universe. BUT! We’re not here to talk about her relationship to Superman. No. We’re here to talk about…

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Assistant 11

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, cheating, creep behaviour, violence, anger. These warnings are not exhaustive.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As an assistant at the Daily Planet, you’re rarely noticed. Until you are.

Characters: Clark Kent

Note: I expect we're near the endgame now.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Lord Farquaad loves unnecessary vowels. Take care. 💖

🖊🖊🖊

Clark lands with an impact that makes your skull rattle. Your ears ring as the world around you smears. He lets you go and you stumble away. He keeps you off balance as he grabs you again, spinning you as you whimper helplessly.

He rips your hoodie down your arms, tugging it free only to use the sleeve to restrain your wrists. He keeps you facing away from him, forcing you to your knees as he shoves his knee into your back. He puts you on your stomach and bends your legs up, securing your feet with the other sleeve so you’re facedown in the dirt.

You heave as your tears spring out unchecked. He parts from you, his soles mulching the dirt as your sobs echo. You squirm until you fall onto your side, bound helpless as you let your horror mount to frantic screams.

“Help! Someone!”

He hushes you and bends to grip your jaw. You quiet, choking on your voice as you look past him. Canopies of leaves ripple above him, you smell water nearby, a freshness that lends a coolness to the air. He snarls and drags you across the ground, placing you against the brush along the jutting rock wall.

“Scream all you want. No one out here.”

“Please, Clark, please,” you plead through pathetic babbles, “I didn’t–why– why did you– Richard—”

“You promised you loved me. That you would never hurt me–”

“I was scared–”

“You lied to me,” he growls as he paces back and forth, “you betrayed me!”

“No, no, I was just afraid. I was afraid you’d hurt me, Clark, honey, I swear–”

“Hurt you?”

“You’re married,” you whimper, “I knew we could never be together–”

“I know.” He grits out as he stops to face you, his eyes glowing eerie crimson, “you know. Lois is dead. This was our chance and you ran–”

“Dead? Clark–”

“Stop lying,” he barks, “I can hear your fucking heart amp up every time you do. So stop.”

You sniffle and shudder in the dirt. Prickly vines poke at you as you give in to the futility. You’re not getting away this time. Your lashes are webbed with tears, adding a soft glare to your vision. You look up at Clark and pout.

“I can be better… please,” you beg. “What are you going to do to me?”

He raises his chin and stares up at the sun. You murmur and curl your fingers into your palm. You wait in the deafening silence of the moment. The chitter of birds and scramble of critters is dulled by your dread.

“Make you better,” he says as he spins to face the sprawl of trees.

He clutches his fists tight and a sudden rush of air blows over you as he zips up into the sky. It feels as if the earth lurches beneath the force of his departure. You fall back against the rock wall, leaning your elbow on it as you gape up after him.

“SOMEONE!” You screech, even as you know he’s right, that no one will hear, “SOMEONE PLEASEEEEEEEE!”

🖊

Your lungs burn and your throat turns raw. You have nothing left. Your fruitless screams die as you lay in the dirt, wriggling only a few inches this way or that. Twigs and pebbles jab through your clothing and the dewy patches of grass stain the fabric. 

This is it. This is the end. The sheen of disbelief slowly fades. That denial that it couldn’t be real. You are just an intern and he is just a journalist. A lonely man looking for company where he shouldn’t. No, he is a murderer. You witnessed it. You’ve seen the rage in him, you felt it, the insatiability that cannot be denied.

More than that, he is inhuman. He is something else. He is lauded as a superhero yet lurks like a villain behind the mask of Clark Kent.

You quiver and let out a deep heave. Breathless, exhausted, defeated. You let your head rest on the ground as the warmth of the sun pools over you through a gap in the branches above.

Sweat beads over your forehead and dampens your cheeks. It gathers beneath your clothing and trickles along your neck and back. You languish there in the beating of the summer heat and wait. For what comes next. For the inevitable.

As resignation sets in, your fate doesn’t seem so scary. Death is a finality. It is an end. It means that you will be free, even if that freedom is nothingness. There is relief in knowing that those weeks of torture have come to a head. You’ve met the climax and now you’re in the falling action, plummeting towards the finale.

A gust sweeps over you and the earth shakes. You let out a yipe at the flash of colour and the clatter left behind. In a second, he is gone again, whooshing up into the expanse as the din of the forest resumes. You look over at the large ax leaning against the cliffside, a hand saw beside it, and few other tools you can’t place. What?

He returns, surprising you again. The clunk of a heavy chest hits the dirt. You flinch and try to turn your body. The effort leaves you hollow as you manage to roll against the jutting rock wall. 

Several more hurtling trips and Clark finally stands still, curls mussed from the excess but otherwise unshaken by his efforts. He grabs the ax as you stare at the wrapped packages of insulation, the bucket of plaster, and litany of materials. It can’t be–

He approaches a tree and swings the ax. He cuts through the trunk with a single strike. He lifts the gargantuan tree with a single arm and tosses it behind him. It bounces and rolls to a stop on the soft ground. He does it again, and again, and again. He clears at least a dozen trees without a glance or word in your direction.

You linger in stupefied silence. He approaches the pile of trees and pulls one out. He is little more than a blur as he works at breaking them down into neat planks. This has to be a nightmare. The distortion, the unreality of the moment can’t be true.

You gulp and lower your head. It makes you dizzy to watch him. You listen to the furor of his labour. The zip of the saw, the crack of the ax, and the rhythm of a hammer. When you peek over again, vision hazy with the beaming heat of the sun, there is a foundation built.

You shudder and blow out through your dry lips. You try to wet your mouth but your tongue is arid. You will against the ground, crushing your shoulder as you clench and unclench your fists.

You’re stunned by a sudden grip on your jaw that brings your head up. You nearly choke as Clark puts a bottle to your lips and pours water into your mouth. Your body gulps it down greedily as your thoughts remain disjointed and distorted.

He backs up and pulls the stump of a log over to sit across from you. He drains the last of the water and brings forward a paper bag. He doesn’t say a word as he reaches inside and takes out a granola bar. He wraps it and leans forward to offer it to you.

You stare at him. He presses it to your lips. You turn your face away.

“Eat,” he demands.

You sniff and push your head back against the side of the cliff, “why are you doing this?”

He sighs and retracts his arm. He breaks off a chunk of the bar. He doesn’t answer you.

“Clark, what are you doing?” You croak.

He gets off the log and comes closer, nearly straddling you as he drops onto his knees. He grabs your skull, turning your head straight, and forces the granola into your mouth. You murmur as he holds your jaw in place and your stare up at him with wide eyes.

“Eat.”

You don’t resist. You chew and swallow. He takes another piece and jams it through your lips; he does it again and again until the wrapper is empty. He backs up and perches again on the log.

You watch him as he looks over at his work so far. A whole wall built. It's not hard to guess at the goal, but you don’t understand why. Why doesn’t he just kill you? Like Lois. Like Richard.

“I’m building us a home,” he says as he drops his head into his hands and scratches along his hairlines, “just you and me.”

He sits up and combs his hair back. He stands and dusts off his palms. He stretches and peels off his shirt, revealing his broad chest and thickly muscled stomach. The hair along his torso speckles with his sweat.

“It must be done by nightfall,” he declares as he marches away.

You turn your attention back to the endless forest. You stare into the daunting sprawl and deflate. It isn’t a home he’s building, it’s a prison.

🖊

The house is complete. Clark carries you through the front door and puts you against the wall, just beneath the window. The interior is barren. No furniture, only a gaping fireplace and a small hoop anchored in the floor.

He unties you and stands over you, watching you as you sit up. Your shoulders and knees throb from being locked the whole day. He bends and pulls your left leg straight, he closes a metal cuff around your ankle and pushes a bolt into place. You kick your foot in fright as he lets it go and a chain clanks loudly as he lets it unfurl.

He attaches the other end to the loop in the floor. You whine and get to your knees.

“Clark, please, what are you doing?”

“I can’t trust you,” he sneers, “it’s for your own good…” he stands and looks above you, to the window, “you would only get lost out there.”

“No, please, you can trust me–”

He raises his hand and you quiet. You sit back on your heels and clasp your hands together. He shakes his head and waves you off, striding away without another word. He goes through the open door as you focus on the chain, touching the links in dread.

He returns and unzips a sleeping bag, spreading it over the floor. He leaves again, coming back with pillows and another blanket. He backs up, hands on his hips and looks over the makeshift set up.

“Tomorrow I will find a bed. Other things,” he turns and approaches the fireplace, resting his hand on the mantle above, “I will start a fire for the night. It’ll be cold soon.”

You want to scream. You want to wail. You want to call him a monster, tell him that he’s insane. But you know that won’t make this any better. You let go of the chain and raise yourself on your knees. You crawl on the blankets and make yourself small as you sit against the pillows.

“Thank you, Clark,” you squeak as you pull off your shoes and place them to the side.

He keeps his back to you, bowing his head as he sighs. Slowly, he shifts and glances over his shoulder. His eyes meet yours and he drags his hand off the mantle. He faces you as you carefully recline.

“I’m sorry, honey,” he says grimly, “but it has to be like this. Just for now.”

“I know,” you say as you wince and rub your shoulder.

He sniffs and reluctantly turns away. His steps are lighter as he goes back through the door, returning with an armful of split logs. He stacks them by the fireplace before he works at starting a fire. You listen to his efforts and close your eyes. Only to hide, not to sleep.

The scent of the fire fills the cabin and he pulls the door shut. He nears and his shadow looms over you. He tugs on the blanket as he climbs down next to you and swoops it over you as he wraps an arm over your middle. He draws you closer, his breath fanning across your hair.

“I know you’re scared but one day, you’ll see,” he rumbles as he bends his arm, fondling your chest. Your stomach knots as he presses his pelvis flush to you, “I saved you… like you saved me.” 

His hand trails down and you hold your breath. His fingertips touch the top of your jeans and he pauses. He brushes his arm back up and embraces you again.

“Not tonight,” he resigns glumly, “I don’t forgive you yet.”

[hazardous-arcadia]

An ideal (for me, at least) Bruce Wayne introduction in MAWS would go something like:

Clark, Lois, and Jimmy get sent to cover a Very Important Wayne Enterprises Gala Presentation Thing because Gotham hasn't traumatized them (yet). There's Bruce Wayne. He's the twinkiest man in the room. Just full on elegant gothic vampire vibes amped up to a hundred and nothing he says or does makes Jimmy any less convinced that Bruce isn't actually a vampire.

Somehow, the Daily Planet trio gets Bruce to agree to a short interview. But when they arrive at Stately Wayne Manor the next day, Bruce is over-caffeinated, hissing at sunlight, wearing nothing but boxers, and is face-down in a bowl of blueberries while looking like he lost a fight to the hedges out front.

[toytle]

Anon who was trying to get into superman, back again! I took your suggestion and watched the 1978 movie, it was so fun! “Nonhuman character whose best quality is how human they are” is such a good trope 😊 (Foo fighters flashbacks haha) I do wish Clark before he goes to metropolis was a little more like his Clark Kent act, made me a little sad to remember it was just a bit 😔 I think it would be nice if his “real self” was sort of in the middle of his two lives.

I also read Gene Luen Yang’s Superman Smashes the Klan graphic novel and enjoyed it a lot. Do you have any thoughts on My Adventures with Superman? It looks very cute though I haven’t had the chance to see it yet.

Oh also, wanted to share this with you, the only thing I could picture after the 1978 movie. https://imgur.com/a/7P6tjIO

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i’m so glad you liked it!! non-human characters defined by their humanity is one of my fav tropes, i knew i liked ff for a reason (said the fake jojo fan who never finished part 6 😓)

i agree, it would’ve been nice to see clark’s personal life feel more connected, but they paced it out rly well for a movie, esp an origin story! i think he exaggerates his clark kent persona fs, but i don’t think it was totally a bit either, esp w the 2nd movie—tho the sequel was also much more ridiculous, so i think everything got amped up in general. personally, i loved younger clark! to think of this gentle giant as having a bit of an arrogant personality, well… we all had our awkward teen years, right? i don’t think they’re mutually exclusive, but it is an interesting comparison

as for MAwS, i only got as far as ep6, but i don’t think it’s my thing. someone who’s further ahead can correct me, but it’s pretty much what you’d expect on the tin: superman for a she-ra or voltron audience (cartoonified anime style, interpersonal melodrama, fanfic scenarios, etc). def not a bad thing, but it just didn’t hit any of my personal interests when it comes to superman, and also anime boy-fied slade wilson was so fucking strange that i’m still reeling. i think i only ended up caring abt jimmy last i watched; lois frustrated me and clark felt empty, which are not rly opinions i’ve had for either of them before

that’s not to say that i didn’t have any fun! but i don’t think the fun moments were enough to motivate me to finish. i do hope ppl are enjoying it tho, i hope it’s a fun intro for new fans or a refreshing take for longtime ones (it has a lot of deep-cut references apparently!). maybe i should finish it some time before i rly make up my mind on anyone

and ty SO much for this image btw. so so real

in exchange, have some live reactions from my most recent donner superman rewatch:

(proof that fanfic scenarios are not inherently bad)

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Platinum &amp; Gold

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/IV1xZC2 by cadkitten Bruce gets exposed to Platinum Kryptonite on the same day Clark gets exposed to Gold Kryptonite in a secondary meteor shower that speckles Metropolis and Gotham with Kryptonite dust. Old feelings stir back to life in the face of life-altering changes, leaving Jason, Bruce, and Clark to face their own true desires. Words: 5718, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Clark Kent/Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Jason Todd Additional Tags: Platinum Kryptonite (DCU), Gold Kryptonite (DCU), Power Swap, Pseudo-Open Relationship, Overstimulation, Desperation, Affection, Multiple Orgasms, loss of power, Kissing, Confessions, giving in, Hand Jobs, Masturbation, Anal Sex, Threesome, Bottom Bruce Wayne, Switch Clark Kent, Top Jason Todd, Kinktober, kinktober 2024 read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/IV1xZC2

[oldtvandcomics]

This PowerPoint is getting me back to think about superheroes, right now, the Superman/Lois Lane dynamic Back In The Day (ca. 1940s - 1950s). Back before Lois really became his equal, when the stories treated her more as the main threat. It ending up in a spectacularly toxic dynamic.

And the tragic thing is, it shouldn't have been that way.

Clark Kent is Superman, and Lois Lane knows this. Clark Kent is Superman, and Lois Lane will remind him when he is giving himself away, she will point out the little inconsistencies in his cover stories with a twinkle in her eye. Clark Kent is Superman, and Lois Lane is waiting for him to tell her, because they are friends, because, if only they can figure out the fragments of his identity, they might be something else.

Lois Lane knows that Clark Kent is Superman, but Clark Kent doesn't realize this. Clark doesn't see the twinkle in her eyes, Clark doesn't see the times she covers for him, Clark only sees her picking and poking at his lies, always so close to uncovering the truth. And Clark Kent is convinced that when that truth is uncovered, it will mean the end of his life as he knows it. Clark Kent probably is even right about that last bit.

And so Clark doubles down on his lies, and Lois amps up her needling, because what else can she do, because he is her friend, because he claims to love her, and yet he doesn't trust her. And, Lois being Lois, because she likes mind games.

And the mind games get out of hand, and Clark teams up with his friends Batman and Robin, companions through shared secrets, and together they do their best to keep hidden a secret that never was one, and because Clark keeps giving himself away, the best they can do is try and make Lois doubt her own perception. They're literally gaslighting her. Not the whatever the Internet thinks that term means version, the real version, the original version. The domestic abuse version.

And Lois... She plays the games as well as she can. And every time, there is a point where it becomes too stupid and she is just like '....Whatever', and moves on. But she doesn't realize, Clark is suffering too.

Because Lois might be playing fun mind games, but Clark is not. Clark doesn't know that Lois knows his secret and chose to keep it. As far as Clark is concerned, Lois Lane presents an existential threat, because surely the moment she learns his secret identity, she will run to their boss and write an article about it and ruin everything that he has.

Clark Kent is living in a constant state of fear from Lois Lane.

And it could be resolved, quite easily, if only they talked. But that would require trust, and that would require seeing Lois Lane as an equal and welcoming her in the little boys' club that Batman, Superman and Robin have going on, and above all, that would require the characters to change, to break out of the status quo, and we can't have that, because comic books are a serialized medium, and we need some easy drama for the next issue, too.

And, just... Girl, get out of there. The earlier stories were fun, but it stopped being fun a while ago. Seriously, Lois, leave, they're hurting you.

But she can't, because it is a serialized format, and we need cheap drama for the next issue, too.

IDK, at least that's how I see their dynamic.

[ao3feed-drstrange]

Marvel &amp; DC XXX

by tasmxxx Words: 39, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel, DCU, DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi Characters: Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson, Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man), Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen, Felicia Hardy, Bruce Banner, Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Reed Richards, Susan Storm (Fantastic Four), Ben Grimm, Thor (Marvel), Johnny Storm, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Logan (X-Men), Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Janet Van Dyne, Hank McCoy, Hank Pym, Ororo Munroe, Rogue (X-Men), T'Challa (Marvel), Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Diana (Wonder Woman), Mera (DCU), Arthur Curry (DCU), Barry Allen, Iris West, Lana Lang, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Norman Osborn, Pepper Potts, Otto Octavius, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Wade Wilson, Wilson Fisk, Matt Murdock, Elektra Natchios, Joker (DCU), Lex Luthor, Nick Fury, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Flash Thompson, Harry Osborn, Eddie Brock, J. Jonah Jameson, Robbie Robertson, Stephen Strange, Randy Robertson, Odin (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Ares (Marvel), Ares (Wonder Woman), Mephisto (Marvel), Thanos (Marvel), Bizarro (DCU), Oswald Cobblepot, Harvey Dent, Edward Nygma, Darkseid (DCU), Lobo (DCU) via https://ift.tt/YG9OaqD

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Marvel &amp; DC XXX

by tasmxxx Words: 39, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel, DCU, DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi Characters: Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson, Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man), Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen, Felicia Hardy, Bruce Banner, Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Reed Richards, Susan Storm (Fantastic Four), Ben Grimm, Thor (Marvel), Johnny Storm, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Logan (X-Men), Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Janet Van Dyne, Hank McCoy, Hank Pym, Ororo Munroe, Rogue (X-Men), T'Challa (Marvel), Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Diana (Wonder Woman), Mera (DCU), Arthur Curry (DCU), Barry Allen, Iris West, Lana Lang, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Norman Osborn, Pepper Potts, Otto Octavius, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Wade Wilson, Wilson Fisk, Matt Murdock, Elektra Natchios, Joker (DCU), Lex Luthor, Nick Fury, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Flash Thompson, Harry Osborn, Eddie Brock, J. Jonah Jameson, Robbie Robertson, Stephen Strange, Randy Robertson, Odin (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Ares (Marvel), Ares (Wonder Woman), Mephisto (Marvel), Thanos (Marvel), Bizarro (DCU), Oswald Cobblepot, Harvey Dent, Edward Nygma, Darkseid (DCU), Lobo (DCU) via https://ift.tt/lZi8Fte

[protokirby]

I had some kind of crazy dream. The main focus was superman (specifically My Adventures With Superman. good show. got me into superman in the first place) characters going to the pokemon world. Digimons showed up at some point too. So as such, as I describe this dream, I'm going to mention characters from all three of those throughout the post.

I was shapeshifted into Drayton in the dream. I also randomly went into dream spectator mode a few times to watch the scenes unfold from afar without being involved.

The dream started out with the trio of Clark, Lois, and Jimmy going to Castelia City in the pokemon world. For a vacation that they didn't realize was about to not be a vacation.

So they were just kinda wandering around doing fun stuff Castelia City has to offer when out of nowhere something like a time space distortion thingy from pokemon legends arceus appeared and a bunch of digimon started coming out of it. Now, as a digimon fan myself, I ran in the opposite direction. Nope Not Messing With That. Whoever Wants To Die Can Stay Near The Swarm. I guess the need to run away would depend on what digimons and/or how many but I saw all I needed to see lol.

So I hid behind some rock by a mountain that was near Castelia City for some reason. Felt like it was far enough and running further would be out in the open and very visible. Last I saw of the superman trio they were separated in the chaos.

There was a demidevimon that became one of superman's enemies. It was apparently strong enough for superman to be scared of it even in that stage. Lois made friends with a palmon and Jimmy made friends with a coronamon. Superman had no digimon.

The rest of the digimon made a mess of the city and went on to another city. So I, currently looking like Drayton, went off to reunite the superman trio because I was aware I was dreaming and wanted to play hero in the most chaotic way possible. Also I figured it wouldn't be so great for the dream universe's Drayton if the digimon reached Opelucid City.

Still didn't have complete dream control. If I did, I might would have brought dream universe Drayton to where I was. In a situation like that with full dream control, the safest place to be would be wherever I am. Might would have summoned Mxyzptlk(favorite superman character) to the scene too to really amp up the chaos in a funny way rather than a dangerous way.(Might still be dangerous) But no. I had very minimal comprehension and control levels.

I went into dream spectator mode and teleported to where each of those three were without affecting anything or being seen and then went out of dream spectator mode to lure them together all while still looking like Drayton. It's a funny thing to imagine from their point of view: You and a couple friends go to a reportedly safe universe perfect to get a vacation in. Everything goes wrong and you lose your two friends. Then a teleporting teenager with toothpaste hair is telling you to go in some direction and vanishing immediately. Out of options, you have no choice but to trust this guy. You arrive somewhere at the same time as your two missing friends and the mysterious toothpaste haired individual teleports between all of you and requests help to send the digimon home. Then the mysterious toothpaste haired individual casually brings up an entire freaking building out of the rubble and wants to discuss plans in there.

I described that in a way it could have been imagined from the point of view of any of the three, but bear in mind two of them have a digimon. So that adds another layer of crazy to the scene lol.

The entire building that was brought up was like a walmart. Benga was in there for some reason just chillin. And watching a really big deino. I asked him why he was there and he didn't know. Okay. Well, assuming the other time I thought I saw Benga in a dream before was a half-awake hallucination after all, this is a hilarious first time to see Benga in a dream.

So now the group discussing world-saving plans was now False-Drayton, Benga, Superman and his two friends Lois and Jimmy who have a palmon and a coronamon with them. If the big deino was paying attention, it was also in this group. Hilarious.

Anyway, an extremely beautiful song that doesn't exist began playing and I saw a visual of what looked like two sonic the hedgehog styled characters freezing in Russia(????). I think one of them was a dog. I don't know what the other was. They were apparently the key to sending the digimon back to the digimon world. So the group would need to go rescue them and then bring them to where the digimon are.

I whipped up something that showed the rest of this group the same visual and said what needed to be done and then the same awesome song was playing again and I woke up.

I just straight up disappeared on those people after telling them what they had to do like some kind of magic wizard telling them their destiny or whatever

[amaclucky13]

Celebrate 85 Years of Superman!

Can you believe Superman has been around for 85 years? He looks good for his age!

For 85 years Superman has been soaring through the skies of Metropolis, stopping baddies like Lex Luthor, saving kittens from trees, catching Lois Lane when she inevitably falls, and bumbling through the Daily Planet as Clark Kent. In 1938, the world had no idea that comic history would change forever. Action Comics introduced the Man of Steel and today his symbol is one of the most…

[dccomicsnews]

Superman Son Of Kal-El Writer Donates to LGBTQIA+ Charity in Response to Death Threats

Superman Son Of Kal-El Writer Donates to LGBTQIA+ Charity in Response to Death Threats

Writer Tom Taylor isn’t letting death threats sent to him over his Superman: Son of Kal-El storylines get to him. Instead, he’s turning them into something positive. On his Twitter account, Taylor revealed he’s donating money to an LGBTQIA+ charity in the name of the person who sent the threat. Jon Kent, the son of Superman and Lois Lane, made headlines late last year after it was revealed he was…

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LOOK! UP IN THE SKY! IT’S A BIRD; IT’S A PLANE; IT’S...MY FAVOURITE SUPERMAN!  

LOOK! UP IN THE SKY! IT’S A BIRD; IT’S A PLANE; IT’S…MY FAVOURITE SUPERMAN!  

Figure 1 – Kirk Alyn as Superman 1948 The title’s a bit misleading; I couldn’t possibly cover all the various TV & filmic Supermen, boys, women, etc., let alone the text and graphic versions. Hey, it’s late at night and I don’t want to be writing this till way early in the morning. No, this is a short column about my favourite live-action Superman and why I like him over the others. I’ll have a…

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90's Part Deux

90’s Part Deux