#flat eart

[percy-the-enby]

Sphere hotpocket.

Inside out sphere pizza.

[statementlou]

tbh i've never understand the louis hate train because lets be real he didn't appear in public as much as i'd like him to, never bother anybody. he's living his silly little tour life with his silly little indie alt/rock bands and laying low most of the time so like literally what about him that warranted that much hate

I mean her most recent message to me was that I should hate him because he thinks the earth is flat, rationality is simply not a factor here 😂

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ijma hasn't gotten the drawing treatment in a while so she's Today's Warmup(tm)

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Twist (Part Three)

A Billy Butcher POV fanfic

NSFW under the cut - MDNI

Part One | Part Two

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I’ve been up all night. Pacin' the flat. Swearin' at the telly. Drinkin'. 

But nuffink I do stops me keep 'earin you tellin' Ollie I ain't never comin' back - it's on repeat in me 'ead, over 'n over again til I wanna punch me fist through the fuckin' wall.

The look on 'is little face… Nah, I can’t let that stand. You don’t get to pull that kinda stunt 'n get away wiv it. 

So the next day, I'm back knockin' at yer door, shoulders square, ready for anuvver barney.

I expect ya t'tell me t'fuck off, slam the door in me face, maybe even call the ol' bill on me. But ya don’t. You open the door quick, lookin' like you’ve been waittin' for me t'get 'ere. “Come in” ya say, like nuffink's 'appened.

For a second, I just stand there - blinkin' like a twat. “You what?”

“Come in, Billy” you repeat, calm as ya like.

It throws me completely - but I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let you know that. I just shove me way past ya, an' 'ead towards yer livin' room.

You forget - I fuckin' know you. I don’t trust ya one bit - yer up to summink.

The place is quiet - too quiet. No Ollie running about, no squeals o'laughter. “Where’s the boy?” I ask, me voice sharp.

“He’s at preschool,” you say, closin' the door.

Me jaw tightens. I feel like I’ve been set up. “Right. So what’s this, then? Some kinda ambush?”

You shake yer 'ead, looking… sad. Guilty, maybe. Good. You fuckin' should be, after the shit you pulled yesterday. “Billy, I just… I wanted to talk.”

I let out a bitter laugh. “Talk? Oh, now ya wanna fuckin' talk. After breakin’ that poor lad's 'eart?”

“I know,” ya say, and there’s this tremble in yer voice. You're fillin' up. And for a split second, I wanna comfort ya - never could stand it, seein' ya cry. But I soon fuck that train o'fort off. Fuck that.

“I know, Billy. And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It was cruel, and I feel terrible about it.”

“So ya fuckin’ should,” I snap, but the fight’s gone out o'me a bit.

You take a deep breff, steadyin' yerself. “God, he was so upset. He cried himself to sleep last night, thinking he'd never see you again. I can’t do it to him, Billy. I… I want him to see you. Regularly.”

Well that stops me in me tracks. “What?”

“You can see him, as often as you like. We just need to figure out some ground rules,” you say, foldin' yer bloody arms again - but it ain't in anger this time - more like yer tryna 'old yerself togevver. “For Ollie’s sake. He needs stability, Billy.”

Me anger flares up again, hot 'n sharp. “Ground rules? You takin' the fuckin' piss? You fink you get to call the shots after what you've done?”

You flinch, but ya don’t back down. “I’m trying to do what’s best for him, Billy. Can we just - can we not fight about this? Please?”

I look daggers at ya, every muscle in me body tense. Because I know yer right. As much as it boils me piss - you're right. I sigh, draggin' me 'and through me beard. “Fine. Ground rules. Whatever. Just say what you gotta say.”

And then you go straight f'me fuckin' jugular.

“I need you to promise not to tell him you’re his dad…”

The fuckin' balls on you. Fuckin'ell. I'm goona blow...

“You can fuck right off wi'that shite - are you seriously tellin’ me I’ve gotta keep me gob shut 'n pretend I’m just some random fuckin' bloke, while my son - my fuckin' son - walks 'round not knowing the troof? You’re havin’ a fuckin' laugh!"

“For fucksake Billy - let me finish” you shout back, and there's tears fallin' now. “I’m not saying you can never tell him you're his dad. I mean… just… don't tell him yet. Let him get to know you first. Let him feel comfortable. Please.”

I’m so angry I can 'ardly see straight. I need ta fuck off out of 'ere, sharpish - cos if I don't? I'll fuckin' frottle ya. 

But outta nowhere, I fink of Ollie. 'Is little grin, the way he ran t'me like I was his 'ole world. I can't walk out on 'im. E's only little, I don't wanna confuse the lad.

“Fine,” I say through gritted teef. “But don’t fink I’m fuckin' 'appy about it.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, wiping at your eyes.

You try t'pull yerself togevva - you gotta pick 'im up in a minute, ya tell me. And outta nowhere, you ask if I wanna come wiv ya - maybe take 'im for a burger t'the park. Me gut's tellin' me ta tell ya t'fuck off. I wanna see 'im on my terms, not yours. But then Ollie pops back in me 'ead again, an' I imagine 'ow 'is face is gonna light up, and I find meself sayin' yes.

But the second I agree, the panic sets in. What the fuck am I doin'? I’ve never looked after a kid in me life, let alone taken one out on me own. What if 'e falls off the fuckin' climbin' frame and cracks 'is bloody 'ead open? What if I feed 'im the wrong fing? What if I fuck it all up?

But I shove it down, 'ard. I'll do it fo 'im. For my boy.

—-----

We walk just down the road to Ollie’s preschool, an' it’s awkward as fuck. Neaver of us says much, there's just the sound of me bloody great clod'oppers on the pavement and the occasional cough. I can feel ya lookin' at me out the corner of yer eye, probly worryin' I’m gonna fuck it up.

You stop in front'o the preschool gates, fiddlin' wiv yer coat zip, and for a second, I fink about sayin' summink. Summink… normal. But then the gate opens, and the noise o'kids pours out. Me froat tightens.

An' then I see 'im. My boy. 'Is little 'ead bobs up, scannin' the line o'parents, and when 'e clocks me, it’s like the sun’s just come out. “Billy!” 'e shouts, droppin' whatever e’s holdin' and leggin' it towards me.

I don’t fink I’ve ever been hit so 'ard in me life - not by a punch, not by a bottle, not by anyfin. 'E crashes inta me, little arms wrappin' 'round me legs, face liokin' up up at me wiv that massive grin of 'is. “You're back you're back! Yay yay yay”

I crouch down, me 'ands on 'is tiny shoulders, and for a second, I can’t say a bloody word. I swallow 'ard. “Course I am, mate,” I finally manage, me voice rough. “I told ya I'd be back, dinni, ay?”

You’re standin' there, watchin' us, and when I glance atcha, there’s tears in yer eyes. It pisses me off a bit, but I push it aside for Ollie’s sake.

“Hey, Ollie,” you say, your voice gentle. “How would you like to go for lunch with Billy? Maybe to the park after?”

Well - 'e lights up like a fuckin' Christmas tree, bouncin' on the balls of 'is feet. “Yes! Can we, Billy? Please?”

I'm desperately tryna keep me face neutral, but inside I’m shittin' meself. “Yeah, alright, little man. Let’s do it.”

You pass me 'is little backpack, and the strap feels weird in me 'and - too small, too light. I feel like I shouldn’t be trusted wiv summink so important. “Have fun,” ya say, but yer voice is quieter now, almost 'esitant.

I nod, not trustin' meself t'speak wivout crackin'. I take Ollie’s 'and, n' we 'ead down the street, 'is little legs tryna match me stride. He’s chattin' away, excited about lunch, excited about the park, excited about playin' dinosaurs and an 'undred uvver fings I don’t fully follow.

And me? I’m just tryna keep it togevva - pretend I know what the fuck I’m doing, while 'is tiny hand in mine makes me feel like I’m 'olding the most precious fing in 'ole fuckin' world.

‐—-----

We 'it the burger joint first. Thought I’d feel a bit more confident starting there. I mean, 'ow 'ard can it be t'sit down 'n eat? Turns out, a lot bloody 'arder than you’d fink.

Ollie’s bouncin' in 'is seat before we’ve even bloody ordered, natterin' away about dinosaurs again, which ones eat meat, which ones eat plants, 'n which ones'd like burgers if they was still kickin' about. I’m noddin' along, tryna keep up, but troof be told, I’m out me depth.

“Do you like T. Rexes, Billy?” 'e asks me for the tenf time, 'is little face all serious.

“Course I do,” I say, crackin' a grin. “Mean little bastards, ain’t they?”

'E giggles, and it’s a sound I don’t fink I’ve ever 'eard before. Pure joy. It does summink to me, 'earing 'im laugh like that.

When the food comes, I figure e’ll settle down, but nope. He’s dippin' chips in ketchup, then lickin' it off like it’s some kinda game. Gets it all over 'is face. The table. 'Is shirt. Jesus Christ.

“Oi, Ollie, mate,” I say, tryna sound firm but not too 'arsh. “The chips go in yer mowf, not everywhere else.”

'E grins up at me, cheeky as anyfin, an' shoves an 'andful into his gob. “Like this?” 'e mumbles  'round a gob full o'food.

I can’t 'elp it - I laugh. “Yeah, just like that. Perfict.”

By the time we’re done, the table looks like a bloody war zone. Ketchup smeared everywhere, squashed chips scattered, and I’m pretty sure e's got 'alf a milkshake down 'is front. But e’s grinnin' from ear to ear, and I feel like I’m doin' alright.

“Ready for the park, then?” I ask, standin' up and grabbin' some napkins to clean 'im up.

“Yeah!” 'e shouts, jumpin' out 'is seat like I’ve just told him we’re off to Disney World.

We walk over to the park, and e’s practically draggin' me there, 'is little hand clutchin' mine. It’s weird, 'oldin 'is 'and like this. Feels… right.

When we get there, e’s off like a shot up the climbin' frame, shoutin' down at me to watch 'im. “Look, Billy! I’m up really high!”

My 'eart’s in my froat the entire time. E’s bloody fearless, this kid, swingin' off bars, 'angin upside down like e’s got no sense o'danger. I’m standin' there, arms out, ready to catch 'im if 'e so much as wobbles.

“You alright up there, mate?” I call, tryna sound casual while me stomach’s doin' bloody backflips.

“Yeah!” he yells back, laughin'. “I’m the bestest at climbing!”

“Yeah, I can see that,” I mutter, more to meself than 'im.

Eventually, 'e makes his way to the slide, and that’s a bit less terrifyin'. E’s up and down it a dozen times, his laughter echoin' across the park. Uvver parents are 'ere, watching their nippers, chattin' amongst 'emselves. I feel a bit out o'place, like I don’t belong, to be honest. But Ollie’s avin' the time of 'is life - so I don’t let it bovver me.

When 'e finally comes runnin' back over, 'is cheeks are pink an' 'is 'air’s a sweaty mess.  E looks up at me, beamin'. “That was fun! Can we come back tomorrow?”

I crouch down to 'im “We’ll see, mate. We'll see. You 'ad a good then time, yeah?”

“The best!” 'e says, frowin' 'is arms round me neck.

An' just like that, the world stops. It’s just me and 'im, an' I feel summink I ain’t felt in years - peace. Pure, unshakable peace.

“Alrigh', let’s get you 'ome,” I say, standin' up and rufflin' his hair. “Your mum’ll 'ave my 'ead if I keep you out too long.”

He laughs, grabbin' me 'and again as we walk back. 

Maybe - just maybe - I can do this parentin' lark.

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THE SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON, FANART+FANFIC INTRODUCTION

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What would you think about an alternate universe with a female-Clark as Superwoman in the golden age?

Is the only main change in the classic canon together with her love interest, is not Earth-11, let's say is Eart-19...meet Clara Kent/Superwoman!

It's 1948, in Metropolis!

Up in the sky! Look! It's a bird? It's a plane? No! It's Superwoman!

Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, this amazing stranger from the planet Krypton, The Woman of Steel: Superwoman!

Empowered with X-ray vision, possessing remarkable physical strength, Superwoman fights a never-ending battle for love, truth, and justice, disguised as a mild-mannered newspaper reporter, Clara Kent!

In a world plagued by the Cold War and mistrust, can Superwoman bring peace to the world while fighting for love, truth, justice, and the American way? Can she finally find a happy life with Louis Lane, the love of her life? Can she defeat Lex Luthor and the terrible ancient evil he is about to awaken?

You can download full free illustrated fanfic in pdf here! SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON-FREE ILLUSTRATED FANFIC by lordmallory on DeviantArt or here https://drive.google.com/file/d/1XPh48B9_giTgDpnBXjRP-4Z4ksUU-WzR/view?usp=drive_link

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KALA-EL/CLARA JOSEPHINE KENT/SUPERWOMAN

BORN: Krypton, a moon in a distant galaxy. Formally 28/02/1918, SMALLVILLE, KANSAS

PROFESSION: ASSISTANT REPORTER

YEAR: 1948

PLACE: METROPOLIS (METROPOLIS COUNTY, NEW YORK)

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-Farmgirl, born Kansas 1918. No sisters nor brothers.

-Nicest girl in the office but very unfunny.

-Disappears without reason very often.

-Lives alone in a little flat and has a golden retriever dog called Krypto.

-Daddy issues. Her father didn't let her pursue a career as ballet dancer or swimmer (he didn't want her to take advantage of her powers) and died when she was 18.

-Former nurse during the war in the Pacific Ocean and in the Philippines.

-Loves children and dogs

-Tomboyish trails. Not quite elegant.

-Music-Hall fan, Katherine Hepburn and James Stewart fan

-Favorite books: Scarlet Pimpernel adventures, Jane Austen, Upton Sinclair and Virginia Wolf, somewhat eclectic.

-Amateur writer of children's stories, with characters such as DeeDog and the Komfy Dragon.

-She greatly admires her boss, Perry Weiss. A 1940s very liberal Republican style journalist, chief editor of the Daily Planet. She despises her deputy boss Cat Grant.

-Ambiguous relationship with her other boss Louis Lane. Clara has a good friendship with Louis and hides that she is very much in love with him. At the same time, she competes a lot with Mr. Lane and is annoyed by his political ideas and his paternalism.

-Strange friendship with young millionaire Bruce Wayne, something that is very surprising for the people in the Daily Planet newsroom.

-Always good scoops but never appears in the front line and too stubborn and independent to grow fast in the newspaper.

-Progressive quaker like her fathers.

-Civil rights supporter.

-Dislikes General McArthur, dislikes even more Lex Luthor

-Loves Eleanor Roosevelt but also Governor Dewey.

-Hates guns

-Supports unions, splits ticket between Metropolis Liberal Party and the two main parties. Politicians must be kind.

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SUPERHEROINE LIFE

-Superpowers: Flight, Super-Strength, Super-Speed, X-Ray Vision, Heat Vision, Enhanced Vision, Super-Hearing, Super-Breath, Freeze-Breath, High Invulnerability, Super-Stamina

-Can fly to a Mach 100 speed.

-Acts as Superwoman since October 1945.

-Defeated Zod invasion in July1946.

-Initial bad relationship with Batman but now close friends and allies. Together with Flash they conform the Justice League.

-Didn't act as Superwoman during the World War II because she was afraid of her powers. After the discovery of the Holocaust and the atomic bombs she decided to step in and showed herself to the world on autumn 1945.

-Worst enemy: Lex Luthor, heir of Nikola Tesla, rocket engineer & CEO of TELCORP (Tesla-Luthor Co.)

-Deeply in love with Louis Lane, who strongly rejects the superheroine.

-She hides her supersuit and cape under her normal clothes. The material is extraordinarily thin, flexible and resistant, and very easy to wear under normal clothing. Whenever someone needs Superwoman, she just needs to find an inconspicuous place, rip her shirt, unfold her cape and fly away at full speed.

-Widely admired.

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art by Gabriel Larragan (Ko-Fi)

FAMILY & ORIGINS

The El family & Krypton

Krypton was a decadent civilization located on a moon near a large gaseous planet in the Orion belt, next to a green sun. In the past they had visited Earth and other planets expanding civilization, but their penchant for slavery, war, resource extraction and violence caused many of these projects to fail. Even in 10,500 BC the Kryptonians almost caused the terraforming of the Earth, melting the poles and destroying Atlantis and other civilizations, causing among other things the end of the Ice Age. Nearly 99% of humanity perished during that Kryptonian attack.

Over the centuries the Kryptonians lost the fuel necessary to travel across space and ended up confined to their planet, dedicated to warfare, genetic engineering-creating clones whose organs they needed to extend their lives-to pleasure and to exploiting the subsoil of their planet. The Kryptonians also established a dictatorship with a caste system based on genetic engineering and prohibited natural reproduction.

Jor-El and Lara were a couple of scientists critical of the system and supporters of the abolition of the caste system. They also fought against genetic engineering, violent repression, and the permanent destruction of the ecosystem. After a series of terrible earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and gas outbursts, it became clear that Krypton's core was collapsing, due to the energetic drilling and magnetic energy used in Krypton's industry. The Planet was doomed but the ruling caste ignored it. Jor-El and Lara had a daughter, Kala-El in a natural way against all the rules of Krypton. Lara managed to manufacture a small ship capable of making a space jump to save her daughter from the end of Krypton. General Zod stole her design and managed to build a larger fleet of ships but Jor-El managed to sabotage them and send the fleet to the Phantom Zone, a black hole near Krypton.

Lara decided to send Kala to Earth, confident that the culture of this planet was much more hopeful and kinder, and less prone to the mistakes of Krypton than other distant inhabited planets closer to them. Jor-El preferred to send her to New Genesis, another distant inhabited planet, because there Kala would receive less radiation and develop less extraordinary abilities that would allow her to live a normal life, but eventually Lara convinced him. During her journey to Earth and her growing period under a yellow sun, Kala would develop wonderful powers and could live a long life in the service of mankind, rehabilitating Krypton's legacy.

Within hours of Kala's birth, she was placed in the small ship, accompanied by the robot guide Kelex, whose memory was imprinted with the consciousness of Jor-El and Lara, as well as nearly all of Krypton's cultural heritage. They included several Kryptonian artifacts inside, such as a nearly indestructible ceremonial female ancestral caped suit with the crest of the House of El on its chest.

The ship was launched just hours before Krypton's demise and travelled through space for thirty years...

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Joe&Martha Kent, Kansas life

Joe and Martha Kent were a Quaker farming couple whose farm was struck by the pod carrying Kala-El the 28th of February of 1918. Although owners of substantial property they were a very humble, cooperative, austere, devout, and civil rights-minded people. Martha Kent was a descendant of Kansas abolitionist guerrilla fighter John Brown. They both raised Clara very lovingly and unwilling to ask too many questions about the baby's origin. Clara was a very sickly child as her body did not adapt to the Earth. She was an affectionate and obedient girl and devoured books. The Kent family were avowed supporters of the New Deal and Joe Kent was a member of the local farmers union.

With puberty Clara developed very fast, and her superpowers began to appear. She soon began to excel in swimming and ballet, while still questioning her origins, but Joe forbade her to pursue a professional career to prevent her from taking advantage of her powers, and moreover he forbade her to use her superpowers to help others, fearful of humanity's reaction and wary of savior messiahs in the era of interwar dictators.

Clara rebelled against her father but eventually gave in, fearful of her own abilities and understanding her parents' position. During these years, Clara didn't fit in very well, but she had two best friends, Pete Ross, with whom she was secretly in love, and Lana Lang. Pete didn't know about her superpowers, but Lana did. In 1936 Joe Kent died of a heart attack, devastating her daughter. Clara was unable to go to college after her father's death and worked as a teacher and nurse's aide in Smallville. Her engagement to Pete Ross, her teenage sweetheart failed in 1939 when she revealed her powers to Pete and he panicked, although he later promised to keep the secret. In those times of sadness, Kelex, the Kryptonian robot, was activated, explaining to Clara her true origins, which filled her with confusion.

Between 1939 and 1941 Clara lived in Canada and Alaska searching for the Fortress of Solitude, a strange place Kelex was pointing, but with the outbreak of World War II she decided to enlist as a nurse in the Pacific, refusing to use her powers except to help the wounded, fearing to cause more harm than good. In late 1944, the hospital ship on which he was traveling, the USS Shuster, was torpedoed by the Japanese. Clara jumped into the water and managed to keep the ship afloat with her super strength until she managed to beach it. No one understood how miraculously the ship had stayed afloat and even levitated. The incident was kept secret. Clara got a permit to return home and she revisited Alaska where she found the Fortress of Solitude with the help of Kelex. There she was able to better understand her origins and began to train her superpowers.

After learning about the Holocaust first and the atomic bombs later, Clara decided to become Superwoman and help others with her superpowers dressed in the ceremonial Kryptonian costume of her ancestors. Her mother Martha supported her decision. She relocated to Metropolis, where in September 1945 she was hired as an assistant reporter by Major Louis Lane, who had just returned from Europe.

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On October 1, 1945, Superwoman unveiled herself to the world and caused a huge sensation. The world was changed forever. Superwoman introduced herself to the newly formed United Nations, explaining her origins and her desire to help others and to stay out of political conflicts except to protect civilians.

Clara Kent began her double life as a journalist and as Superwoman. In July 1946, she defeated the invasion of General Zod and the survivors of Krypton. She also had to face other enemies such as the Intergang - an alliance of all organized crime in Metropolis and Gotham, Atomic Skull - an ex-Nazi agent with terrifying technology, Lex Luthor who began to develop his hatred and paranoia towards the superheroine, and his creations such as Metallo.

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DAILY PLANET CHARACTERS

Perry Weiss, a major shareholder and editor in chief of the Daily Planet. Born in Odessa in 1886. Jewish immigrant from humble origins who became a skilled journalist and founded the Daily Planet as a tool of the liberal wing of the Metropolis Republican Party to unseat the city bosses of the time. Still a staunch liberal, he supported Roosevelt in 1932 and 1936, is an ally of Mayor LaGuardia. He won the Pulitzer Prize in the 1920s for defending the innocence of Sacco and Vanzetti. Friend and ally of Louis Lane's father. He is very demanding with his employees but is very fond of Clara. He admires and defends Superwoman despite Louis Lane's distrust. Best friend of Cat Grant.

Cat Grant, Co-chair of Perry Weiss, Pulitzer winner, closeted lesbian, and Ayn Rand Fan. Born 1901, she comes from a fine family of Metropolis Knickerbockers. She is like Louis the least liberal element of the newspaper. To protect herself she married a very old friend of her father who helped her lead a double life. For twenty years she lived with a painter named Margaret Ivy. Considered the best writer of the Daily Planet, in addition to being a journalist she has published two novels. Very elegant and popular in intellectual circles. She is tremendously authoritarian. She mistreats Clara a lot because she does not respect her authority and because of her different political ideas, but as Clara grows as a journalist and Cat Grant suspects that she is Superwoman, she will protect her and push her forward without Clara knowing it. Best friend of Perry Weiss

Jimmy Olsen and Lucy Weiss, best friends of Clara.

Jimmy is a junior urban photographer. He comes from a town in Massachusetts. He is 7 years younger than Clara. He is a party animal, friendly, generous, and somewhat naive. Yet he is a skilled photographer who has been able to capture the worst of the night and day of Metropolis. Miraculously he always gets the best pictures of Superwoman (Clara helps him a little). Very democratic and complains about working for a newspaper that is too conservative for his taste. Adores Clara whom he treats as his big sister. It doesn't even cross his mind that she is Superwoman. Jimmy thinks that Louis is a snob and a bigot.

Lucy is a senior political photographer and the only woman on photo reporting on the Daily Planet who works outside the fashion department. She is the eldest daughter of Perry Weiss. She is an intrepid photojournalist who gets overseas passes and has been to several military conflicts. A loyal friend of Clara, and a very serious and professional woman. She is suspicious of Clara's double identity but would never say anything. She is the same age as Clara and a lover of jazz and the more alternative circuits of Metropolis.

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LOUIS LANE, SUPERWOMAN'S WEAKNESS?

NAME: LOUIS LANE

BORN: 08/02/1912, METROPOLIS (NEW YORK)

PROFESSION: SENIOR REPORTER

YEAR: 1948

PLACE: METROPOLIS (NYC)

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-Rich family, born in 1912, first of 6 brothers.

-Caustic, cynical, ironic but somewhat kind.

-Commanding.

-Lives in Park Avenue with his 6-year-old daughter and his rich unfaithful wife, fashion reporter Pat Lane (neé Kelly). Very unhappy marriage.

-Major rank during the war in the US army. He also worked with the OSS.

-Elegant, sportsman, plays violin.

-Teaches music lessons in an orphan house in secret.

-Not that snobbish nor Wasp, new rich family traits.

-Arkham University alumni.

-Classic music and literature lover.

-Heavy drinker.

-Does not enjoy journalism, thinking of quitting to politics or teaching literature.

-Jewish father (Lane surname is a change from Lantzman), Irish catholic mother, raised catholic and religious, but not extremely orthodox.

-His father is a self-made tycoon who started as democrat in the Tammany Hall and then switched to republican. Close ally of Mayor LaGuardia.

-Fought in the European theater during World War II.

-Conservative republican opposed to his father liberal republican views, loves McArthur, who he thinks should be the next President.

-In the past he had a good opinion of Lex Luthor. He saw him as an innovator and freedom fighter, but his opinion changed when Luthor kidnapped him to set a trap for Superwoman.

-Perry Weiss favorite reporter.

-Won the Pulitzer Prize in 1941, for his articles about the first defeat of the Intergang.

-First person to interview Superwoman.

-Very nice and paternalistic to Clara. Louis pushes Clara's career forward despite Cat Grant's opposition. He is also secretly in love with Clara. Although he rejects Superwoman and suspects she is the same person as Clara, he deludes himself and rejects these suspicions.

-Tired of New Deal Politics, anticommunist.

-"a brilliant and kind man" for most of the Daily Planet staff, a "terrible asshole" for many others like Jimmy Olsen.

-Strongly rejects Superwoman and other heroes.

-Sometimes Clara really hates him.

-Famous line "Neither reds nor capes".

-He lives a bizarre love triangle with Clara Kent and Superwoman. Although he publicly rejects the superheroine, he also desires her and he and Superwoman have had moments of passion, which Louis feels guilty about because he is married and because of his religion. On the other hand, he is in love with Clara Kent as much as he rejects the figure of Superwoman. He deludes himself about the identity of both. A bit James Stewart in Vertigo, which destabilizes and infuriates Clara.

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CURRENT AND PAST ENEMIES

Lex Luthor

Rocket engineer, CEO of TELCORP and Heir of Nikola Tesla. A Brilliant scientist who defines himself as a "radical humanist"...but in the early 30s supported closely fascism to stop "imperialism" and "usury" but later changed his mind and move closer to the USSR to fight "predatory western capitalism". Publicly, he is a tycoon and scientist loyal to the United States and works closely with the government. The world's greatest philanthropist. Loving father and husband. Hates Superwoman to death and believes she spells the end of humanity. Paranoid and ruthless but convinced that he does everything for the greater good.

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General Zod & Faora

Political dissidents like the El on Krypton on the other hand believed that Krypton's only salvation lay in emigrating and invading, terraforming, and exterminating other planets. They almost succeeded in a coup d'état but after their failure they and their henchmen tried to flee by space jumping their ships, Jor-El managed to sabotage the launch and send them to the Phantom Zone. Over the years they managed to escape and arrived on Earth in 1946, shortly after Clara showed herself to the world as Superwoman. They tried to exterminate all humanity, but Superwoman and the armies of Earth managed to defeat them. Their invasion caused 5,000 human casualties but could have caused complete extermination. The experience was traumatic for Clara because she had to send Zod and Faora back to the Phantom Zone where they would surely die. Zod, Faora and their henchmen had not yet developed the full powers of a yellow sun like Earth's and so several of them were killed by human bombs and missiles. Their remains were stored by Russians and Americans. Superwoman managed to expel all Kryptonian technology and weaponry into space so that humans would not use it for warfare.

Doomsday

A truly near-indestructible abomination.

Perhaps from Krypton's past? Perhaps created by mistake by human scientists?

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The Toyman

Winslow Schott, former entrepreneur, and inventor of the 1920s toy business who was ruined in the Great Depression by banks and various betrayals. After a crime spree he was imprisoned in 1933 but escaped from prison recently completely crazed and ready to take revenge on the whole city using his inventions.

Brainiac "The Eternal Traveller"

An android resulting from the abhorrent merger of a famous astronaut and artificial intelligence, which was used by the first civilization of Krypton to collect information from other worlds. It is more than 100,000 years old. With the passage of time, he revealed against the Kryptonians, became evil and phobic to any form of life that he considered imperfect or inferior. It caused the destruction of many cultures. He wanders through space visiting planets and analyzing life forms. He probably has no enthusiasm for humans, much less for a descendant of the House of El.

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[thumperdaetime]

the sons from Dndads, except its phrases and audible habits i can trace back to my personal trauma.

Grant: using timid language when confirming plans. because despite your best efforts Maybe something catastrophic will happen to keep you from doing what i plan to, and you don't want to lie.

"Great! it sound like we're all going to try to meet up Tomorrow!" - "I'll do everything I can to make it happen!" - x: your going to the city tomorrow, right? G: hopefully!

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Niko: slipping up and saying "we/our" when discussing things you've been thinking about too long, because the thing about trauma is that it's emotionally exhausting to explain enough of what you went threw to have a deep conversation about it, so you find yourself talking to yourself about it. and then once you and you understand each other Then you can tell it to people outside your head. "see, I'm just not sure we're up for all that today..." - "we don't want to overstep, but if you need a hand I'm here." - "it's a Yes from us."

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Terry Jr: a heavy sigh with no observable cause. when loved ones try to ask what's wrong, you barely remember that you have sighed. the leading theory is that your anxiety keeps you too physically tense, and the sighs are a way to cue yourself to relax. tj: [sigh] x: you alright tj: yep! x: no really what's wrong? tj: ... nothing... why? x: you sighed! tj: did i?

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Lark: under describing things to keep yourself from getting too hopeful, or depressed.

"[standing in -3F weather] it's a bit brisk out" - "a billion dollars a decent amount of money to work with" - "[overwhelmed by a deep seance of love as someone shows him something beautiful] ...nice."

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Sparrow: trying to avoid an argument amongst loved-ones by remembering their per-ambles to hot button topics and changing the subject before they get to the inflammatory part. x: so the thing about tables is that their flat just like like the eart- S: this LOVELY Pizza! wow Mom you really did wonders with this; is that a new cauliflower crust recipe.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Broken Doll

Red Leather and Running Mouths

Danger's Bitch

Soda, Cigarettes, and Broken Glass

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: top Dom, bottom Col, rough sex, insults, d/s undertones, overtones, and everything in between, bruising, bleeding, biting, fingering, anal sex, ruining furniture, feminization, spanking, MF hate, trying to put each other back together, Col being a brat, Dom being a slightly scary Dom (hopefully in a hot way), subspace 🚬 rating: explicit as fuuuuck 🩸

Dom took a breath as his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. He could feel his dick pulsing, barely contained by the thin soft material of his briefs. He hadn't been so hard in a while. He had always been a free spirit sex wise but there was something special about the rapper exposing himself on the floor. He always made the boy feel more than normal. No one pissed him off so much and drove him so wild. There was something about the Machine Gun that made him need to dominate. It felt as if he was in love with a sweet school bully or working out trauma from his childhood with the only safe person he ever met. His feelings for Colson never made sense but they didn't make sense together. 

"I didn't come to fuck." He growled, reiterating what he'd already said as he watched the oversized stoner shiver and twitch with anticipation. Every note of his voice made the man jump, his beautifully painted nails tugging his cheeks open wider. It brought a smirk to the punk's face. "I came to take care of yas." 

"You are! Fuck- you are! Only one who can give me what I need. Make me feel b-" 

"Did I say you could speak or was I talking?" Dom's voice was flat and Kells whimpered, visibly sucking his lips between his teeth and biting down. "Tha's better." He sighed, crouching closer to run his finger slowly between the man's pink ass cheeks. "You 'urt me Cols. You 'urt me but I still came to take care of you. No one fucking works me up like you. No one. No one gets me like 'is. I don't bloody dom people." He huffed, resting his fingers on either side of the man's hole in a V and spreading him. It felt obscene and filled his cock somehow more. Everything between them felt obscene though. Colson was obviously tight but they loved it that way though he still hollowed his cheeks and sucked until saliva pooled on his tongue before he spit. His friend was so wound up he jerked at the feeling, grinding his dick on the ottoman. Dom's free hand slapped over his ass again, he hadn't given him permission to find pleasure yet. Fuck though he was a sight, the singer didn't realize how much he'd missed him. 

God that was a lie to his own inner monologue- he knew how much he missed him because he thought about him every day. After everything he'd taken time off dating. Nothing measured up and he didn't want to risk himself. Of course he was more virile than most and he couldn't help but touch himself to thoughts and memories of that perfect ass. After spending a year in that mindset without the true relief of taking the bastard apart on his cock he was a little pent up. Maybe he was enjoying the squirming a little too much. "Is tha' enough?" He purred, leaning closer and spitting again before Kells could offer an answer. 

"Fu-fuck me?" The rapper whimpered, his nails marking up his most sensitive skin and when he heard his lover chuckle he whined. Dom didn't do this for anyone else? He didn't do this for anyone else. No one could make him soft and pliant like the punk who owned him so easily. Women called him daddy and begged for his dick, he didn't even have to ask for sex let alone plead for it like he was about to if the boy didn't take him. No one gave him that sick needy feeling in his stomach. No one else would ever see him like he was. No, he was only Dom's bitch. 

"You probably fink you deserve 'is. You probably fink I'm easy for you. I am. Me anger is easy for you. Me cock. Me 'eart." He sighed, circling the man's quivering hole with the tip of his finger. He teased until the man relaxed and then he pushed inside to the first knuckle. He knew his brat was fighting himself like a champ not to push back. "I should wear a fucking condom wiv yas. Who knows wha' ya 'ad ya filfy cock in. I mean it weren't much more 'an fucking a used pocket pussy so much of 'er were plastic." 

Colson blinked slowly at those words and bit down on his lips again. He was pretty sure Dom hadn't meant to say that out loud but a part of him just loved him more. Catty bitch. His mouth popped free and he let himself moan before looking over his shoulder. "What was that?" He couldn't help but ask, a goofy grin on his face. It shouldn't please him so much but he knew how hard the boy fought to stay positive and kind. Hearing him angry made his cock jerk under him. 

"Nuffin. Shut up. Do you 'ave one?" Dom asked with a blush on his cheeks but when Kells shook his head he arched a brow. "Bullshit." 

"Maybe but… I'm safe. Please? Trust me?" 

Jade eyes met blue and Dom knew he didn't realize how loaded that question was. He didn't know if he could trust him like before, the boy was too much a puppy and gave himself fully to anyone willing to show him love. "I shouldn't. I know better. Should wear one and make you suck it. Shite Kells you know you gonna bleed for me. You trust me? Wha' if I been fucking-" 

"You haven't been." It was said so surely Dom almost spanked him again. He almost got up and left but… Colson was right. He hadn't. "You just said no one gets you like I do." 

"Not sure tha' were a compliment." Dom whispered, surprised at himself he wasn't kicking the man's ass. The rapper smiled, proud of himself and all the suffering he'd caused. Not because he hurt the boy but because someone actually felt something for him. "Why you fucking grinning? You keep it up and you ain't getting fucked." 

"Yeah I am." The man purred, letting his ass go so he could push himself off the ottoman and pull his shirt off. 

"Oh?" There was a flip in Dom's stomach and a twitch in his cock. His balls felt so tight he thought he might bust just dry humping the bastard but that's not what either of them needed. Why was his brat being so… cute?

"Yeah." Col hummed as he wiggled out of his pants and crawled on top of the furniture. When he was settled on knees and forearms, naked as the day he was born, and presenting like some bitch in heat he looked back at his lover and slowly let his thighs spread until his dick hit the leather and his legs were parted slut wide over the footrest. His toes were curled against the floor, his body spread in a way that kept him vulnerable and off kilter. He knew his dom loved it best when he had complete control. "Cause you love me." He tried to keep his voice a tease but butterflies filled his stomach and his heart raced. If Dom said no he might break for good. Shatter like all the glass on the floor. 

"Fuck off. Jus' fuck right off! Fucking wanker you is. Absolute bloody brat. Did I say you could move or talk?" He tried so hard to ignore the feeling in his chest. How dare the man be so… so… right. Dom could feel himself shaking with something between rage and lust and that was fucking it. He stripped his underwear off, stalking close to the man and he threw his leg over Colson's back, riding him to the ottoman. The rapper groaned, his arms going out from under him before his skin slapped the leather and Dom smirked at the sounds. He grabbed for his lover's arms, yanking them behind his back and he wrapped his briefs around his wrists and tied them tight. "You lucky I don't shove em down ya fhroat. 'Ow dare you fink you can talk to me like tha'." He growled, looking over his prone pet before he tangled his fingers tight in blonde hair and pulled his head back, tilting his face up for a rough and messy kiss. Everything felt filthy and rough and he had pent up aggression to work out on that pretty little ass but for just a moment he let his lips admit the bastard was right. Kisses weren't fucking, kisses were making love.

Colson whimpered against his lover's lips. The boy's tongue was filling his mouth like he needed his hole to be but he savored the softer moment and the feeling he knew the punk was trying to get across. He tugged at his restraints and tried not to buck down against the leather but he was getting more desperate by the second. He could feel the dom's cock leaking against his spine, the silky skin of his foreskin and pearly smears of precum just made his need worse. So much worse. There was a soft noise falling from his lips that Dom swallowed before it escaped but he still felt like the bitch he was. Only for him. 

Dom pulled back, his chest heaving in the wake of such a dizzying kiss. He tossed the man down, shoving his cheek against the furniture before he crawled off and walked to stand between those spread lanky legs. He let saliva pool on his tongue as he admired the sight of Col's sweat slick shivering tatted back. Part of him wanted to keep berating him, maybe if he kept snarling he wouldn't feel the truth. He might have Kells a begging bitch of a mess but he was just as hard up for him. He hadn't just come running to help. The man didn't just bring out the good in him, he brought out something no one else could. For good or toxic he loved him. 

Damn him. 

Colson went silent as he listened for his lover's next move but Dom was quiet as a mouse. He tried to reach down to help spread himself again but with his hands tied he couldn't. He knew the punk was enjoying this but honestly… he wasn't as nervous as he used to be. Something had changed for him in that moment. He trusted Dom, he knew he'd be taken care of, he knew the boy felt more for him than he'd like to admit. His cock was pounding, his stomach full of butterflies, his need was so intense it was burning through him but it was almost making him feel at peace. Fuck he'd missed being spread out for the guy. 

Dom spit in his palm and slicked his dick as best he could before gripping Col's hips bruising tight. He tugged him close, placing one knee against the furniture, the other foot finding purchase on the floor. It had been over a year since he felt himself surrounded by his favorite place and he was going to fuck the bastard silly until all he could think was of him. If he heard that bitch's name one more time for the rest of the day he would punish him. It was just that simple. He couldn't drive Dom so far up the wall and get away with it. "Are you done being a brat?" He huffed, grinding his precum and spit wet tip over Col's needy hole, his hips bucking hard enough he felt himself catch against him. 

"Fuck yes- please? Be so good." The rapper whimpered, flexing his cheeks to try and tempt the boy more. Every thrust had Dom's cockhead hooking against his hole and tugging and the tease was driving him wild. He could feel his own dick leaking against the leather, probably ruining the furniture he picked out with- no. He wouldn't think about her but he did let himself grin that his lover's first move here was helping him ruin something she loved. "Just so you know she wants this shit." He explained offhandedly and he caught the boy grinning. 

"I should take a bloody picture but I'll jus' 'elp ya stain it up." Dom chuckled darkly and the sound tickled over Col's skin like spiked silk. Something soothing with a shock of surprise to keep you on your toes. Dom would never let him relax completely. The boy with ADHD was Col's version of Adderall, nothing got him as wired. Nothing had him as addicted as those plush pillow lips and thick hard cock. "Now bite the fucking leather and 'old on." 

"I…" Kells trailed off, flexing his hands under Dom's chest and the boy laughed as if to say 'exactly'. A soft whine escaped him but of course he obeyed, turning his head and closing his teeth around the edge. He knew before long he'd be moaning like the slut he was but daddy got what daddy asked for- not that he'd be caught dead calling him that. 

Dom pushed himself up and watched as the tip of his cock disappeared inside his lover's rosey tight hole. He couldn't help wondering if there were tiny scars left from their first night together and if he'd make new ones in the tissue paper skin. His lip rolled between his teeth as his foreskin was forced back and precum eased his glide inside but fuck- his brat was tight. He could hear Kells whining already, the man was squirming and panting and trying to push back but he just kept riding him down until flesh pressed to flesh. He was home. Everything was right. 

The pace he found was as rough as his kiss had been and he groaned at the way his lover clenched. Every pull out was a fight, every thrust deep felt like heaven. It was a nearly dry fuck but Dom was always wet as a girl, at least when he was dicking Col down. He could see pink coating his cock and he tried not to let that thrill him. He didn't want to hurt the man but… maybe he did. Kells didn't have a word of protest. "Filfy fucking whore you is. At least ya pussy still tight." 

Colson moaned. He could feel his cheeks turning as pink as his asshole probably was but he loved when his dominant debased him. They hadn't really tried feminization before but he knew he started it. "Just for you." He repeated himself slurring and got spanked again for the effort. His hands fought to escape their binding, he needed to touch but he knew he wasn't allowed. All he could do was try to breathe and focus on the searing pleasure-pain and the way his hole throbbed in time with his racing pulse. Dom bucked too hard and his cock almost slipped free, the next thrust deep felt bruising as they squelched back together and he cried out, almost choking. Shit his lover was wet. Somehow he'd almost forgotten but that was his first thought when he felt the punk's dick down his throat. It always made him jealous. 

Dom bit his lip until it was close to bleeding, he could barely control himself but he almost broke the moment he slammed back inside his brat. His strokes got shorter, their bodies slapping together with every thrust. They were sweat shiny and he knew he was drooling on the man, but nothing mattered more than forcing his bitch to that peak just on his cock. His hold on Col's hip tightened and he pulled him up, angling his next plunge down until the rapper was almost sobbing from need. He could feel his dick catching against that swollen spot and he knew he had the man broken and bleeding enough he was lost. He was floating. But Dom would prove himself damnit. Only he could take the bastard apart like that. 

"Like tha' don't yas? Pretty little slut. You know you gonna be- fuck Cols- gonna be a mess. Want tha' don't ya? Be a broken fuck doll for me? Dripping me cum?" Normally he was quiet in bed but Colson brought something out in him. He could still remember demanding the man to watch himself in the mirror. "Tha's the real you." He growled, slowing his hips enough to aim hard and deep. Nails clawed at his stomach, long limbs spasmed under him, and Kells moaned and whimpered.

The man groaned, he was almost hiccuping he was so worked up. That golden coil was pulled so tight he was shaking but with every catch against that spot only Dom could seem to hit right; he was falling deeper into that floating warm headspace and closer to heaven. He tried to speak but it came out a gurgled cry, he was choking on spit and lust. He could still feel the burn but it was just heightening the pleasure and when teeth teased his shoulder he screamed. "Cum." It was short and to the point, a command not an offer and Colson obeyed as if he was just another instrument Dominic had mastered. 

The rapper shook through his orgasm, his hole clenching so tight Dom could barely pull out but he didn't need to. No, just the man's reaction would push him over the edge. His teeth bit down as his hips rocked rough, his cock grinding deep inside his lover. He sucked a mark into Col's skin, claiming him in such a simple way but it soothed the anger inside him and he finally let go. Maybe this was Colson but it was him too and as he fell over that edge he let himself admit it. White heat filled and spilled out of that tight pink hole and he let himself silently worship his lover. His. "Mine." 

Colson thought he heard Dom speak but he couldn't pay attention to anything besides the feel of cum getting fucked back out of him. It was like even after orgasm the boy couldn't stop but finally when they were both trembling from overstimulation Dom slowed and untied his wrists before he laid against his spine. He couldn't speak. He couldn't do anything besides shake and try to slow his ragged breaths. No one could fuck him up- or fuck him like Dominic. He certainly felt like a broken open doll and he loved it. For once he didn't feel like making a joke and dismissing everything that just transpired and when the kid rolled them to their sides and held him close he let him. More than anything he just wanted to float in the fuzzy pink cloud and be grounded by the arm around his chest and the growing soft cock keeping him plugged full. More than anything he finally wanted to fucking rest. 

Author's Note/Tags: @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @manicpixiedreamb0y @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Hope this measured up to all you hoped it would be. I love writing these boys even if they're a little more messy and rough than my other versions. I'm not sure if I'll do more or go straight back to the other but maybe if y'all like it I'll do another. Let me know 🚬🖤

[thecursedhellblazer-arc]

@defyxoblivion sent:

Like teacher, like student, Klarion stumbles through the door of John’s apartment naked and splattered in blood and gore. Teekl saunters in ahead of him, proudly carrying a human heart. The Witch Boy keeps himself modest with what little bit of clothing, presumably, he’s left from his encounter. A torn piece of tactical gear.

“I know, I know, I’m late for supper, and shame on me, but wouldn’t you know? My old friend Amanda sent a few pals to say hello! Well, I just had to give them a proper Suicide Squad thank you for their little abduction.”

The sound of the front door opening causes John to lift his eyes from the newspaper he has been pouring over for the last hour or so. On the table next to him there's a still half full glass of gin, but the almost empty bottle set within his arm's reach betrays the fact that it's just the latest of the drinks he has been indulging in.

The leftovers Chas has left him the day before, the ones that are supposed to be the supper Klarion has mentioned, lay half forgotten in the old oven, barely warm.

Blue eyes take in the bloody figure that crosses the threshold and the magician lets out a huff, before folding the newspaper. And if his gaze lingers a little longer than necessarily on the lines of the younger man's naked torso, well...far from him to acknowledge it.

The sight would have probably horrified most people, but if there's something John Constantine has never been accused of being, that's ordinary. Or even just a little sane. To him, the Witch Boy looks ridiculous, especially with how he is trying to hide his privates.

It's also quite endearing, but he's going to keep that for himself.

"Yeh makin' a literal bloody mess on me floor," is the first thing that leaves the conman's lips and he waved towards the trail of red footprints that his protégé has left behind him. "Cor blimey, woh th'...Teekl! Tha' 'eart's be'er go in yeh bowl or in yeh stomach, 'cause if I find it anywhere else, I'm turnin' yeh in a fuckin' bright pink duster."

It wouldn't be the first time the cursed cat leaves something dead to rot in a corner of the flat and John is already done dealing with it.

With a heavy sigh, the magician pushed himself on his feet, padding his way towards Klarion. His eyes ran along the younger man's body again, this time to make sure that there's no wound or bruise on him, before he slaps his shoulder.

"Get yeh pretty ass in th' shower n' get dis shite off yeh," he instructs in a firm tone, already nudging the other towards the bathroom. "I'll grab yeh some clean clothes. Den I'll get th' food ready, while yeh cleanin' up after yehself, 'cause I ain't yeh maid, lad."

He's going to ask more details about what exactly Amanda Warren has done this time, but that will have to wait. First and foremost, he wants Klarion clean and fed. That shit has been happening a little too often lately and he doesn't like it. That woman has better watch it because, while he might have pissed off most of the demonkin, he still has a few friends in the Pit.

[evercaptor]

If the moon isn't flat, why have i never seen the back of it? If i am to accept the earth is round, which I do, I've been shown the evidence of a round eart, thank you Dan "Folding Ideas" Olsen, what evidence can be demonstrated to me that the moon is also round and not a large flat rock?

Thinking again about the time my aliens class was discussing conspiracy theories and the professor asked us to call some out and I, thinking simultaneously of both flat earthers and the "moon landing was faked" people, confidently shouted out "FLAT MOON!" and sent the class into hysterics

[gook54-blog]

Stonehenge’s Altar Stone May Be From Scotland, Not Wales

A recent analysis reported by Popular Mechanics (April 2024) has added a surprising twist to the mystery of Stonehenge. Scientists examining the chemical “fingerprint” of the famed Altar Stone—a large, flat block at the center of the monument—found it likely originated not from Wales as long believed, but from the Orcadian Basin in Scotland, hundreds of miles farther north.

The research, published in the Journal of Archaeological Science, used X-ray fluorescence spectrometry to compare trace elements in the Altar Stone to geological samples across Britain. While the smaller bluestones are still linked to the Preseli Hills in Wales, the Altar Stone's chemical profile matched sandstone formations found only in the Scottish Lowlands.

This finding challenges long-held assumptions and raises new questions about how the Neolithic builders sourced and transported these massive stones. If confirmed, it implies that the builders of Stonehenge had extensive trade or migration routes stretching across the British Isles—far more expansive than previously documented.

While the article uses the term “fingerprint,” it's important to clarify: this is a geochemical signature, not a literal human fingerprint. Nonetheless, it emphasizes just how advanced modern technology has become in unraveling ancient mysteries.

Modern Reconstruction and the Disruption of Telluric Energy at Stonehenge

Stonehenge’s monument itself has undergone multiple reconstructions that may have compromised its original purpose—especially if that purpose involved Eart energy or telluric flow.

Key restoration events occurred in:

1901: Stone 56 was straightened and set in concrete.

1919–1920 and 1924–1925: Archaeological excavations led by William Hawley.

1958: Major re-erection of three stones using cranes and concrete bases.

1964: Additional stones straightened or reset.

These interventions aimed to preserve structural integrity but came at a metaphysical cost. Many believe Stonehenge was deliberately positioned at a geomagnetic power point, where telluric currents—subtle electromagnetic flows through the Earth—converge.

Original builders may have carefully aligned stones to resonate with Earth’s magnetic field. Quartz-rich stones, in particular, could amplify vibrational energy. Embedding these stones in concrete or manipulating their original layout risks severing those energetic pathways.

Ultimately, Stonehenge remains a marvel—architecturally, culturally, and energetically. But with each layer of modern preservation, some part of its original function, whether spiritual or electromagnetic, may have been lost or altered beyond recognition.

https://www.popularmechanics.com/science/archaeology/a64564055/stonehenge-fingerprint-origin/

[liskadaebabbit]

Creation News Roundup: AiG Headquarters, TrueSong Scandal, and Flat Eart...

[sassylovermongerbear]

Why did I just came across a "flat eart science" add on Tumblr?

[dieletztepanzerhexe]

The fuck are you reblogging

you have to be more specific. was it that flat eart meme or a photo of a guy pushing pineapples though his pierced cheeks?

[bombliivee]

rant time

today's topic: flat earthers

it just annoys me so much that half of their "arguments" are literaly just "there is no x in space"

like; "space has no oxygen, so fire can't burn"

bring an oxygen tank with you.

"space has nothing to push off of so newton's 2nd law bla bla rockets don't work"

bring something to push off of with you.

"space is cold so fire would just freeze"

the hell do you need fire for? also, bring a heater with you.

It just boggles my mind how little effort it takes to disprove it. Like, rocket exhaust isn't even fire, it doesn't even need to be fire (or hot for that matter)

it's literally jus gas being pushed out of the engine bell at high speed. you could push anything out of the engine bell and get the same effect. you could make a water powered rocket BIG SURPRISE WE ALREADY HAVE WATER POWERED ROCKETS.

The exhaust is hot because the easiest way to get something to a high speed is to blow it up. we literally use the same tech for cars and planes and every single combustion engine in existence. the explosion just happens to make a lot of heat.

flat earthers also massively underestimate how big the eart is.

for context, the atmosphere "ends" at 100Km.

the earth is 12000Km wide

the highest up flat earthers have gotten a camera is 30Km

like. bruh. not even the ISS is high up enough to see the whole earth at once, and still it's only 400Km up.

sattelites need to be able to see the earth completely, so satelites are stationed at a geostationary orbit, which has an altitude of 35786Km.

you can literally prove the earth is round by putting a stick on the ground and seeing its shadow move.

[c-a-cupid666]

not u the guy reblogging he's a fucking moron who thinks he knows more than scientists lol just like flat eart

Actually, I AM trapped in the wrong body.

I AM a boy trapped in a girl’s body.

I WAS born in the wrong body.

I DO hate my body.

I DO want to change it FOR ME and NO ONE ELSE.

I AM distressed because my body ISN’T right.

And I’m definitely not the only one.

It’s ok if you, as an individual trans person, hate the “born in the wring body,” thing. But stop trying to convince people that every trans person hates that way of describing our experiences.

You are 100% allowed to use whatever descriptions you want for your experiences, but so are we. We who WERE born in the wrong body and feel most comfortable describing it that way.

This is in no way a call-out post, or trying to offend anyone. It’s simply a request to stop acting like trans people are a monolith who ALL prefer the SAME EXACT terms.