#superman gifs

[nicostiel]

[iminsomanyfandomsitscrazy]

THE most realistic thing - Superman wanting his dog to listen to him, but Krypto's too excited and just wants to play with Supes; Krypto jumping all over him happily, tail wagging furiously, not listening to Superman because he's too excited and just wants to play with Supes so much that he's not going to listen for at least a minute or two.

(Also, I love when the automatons say that he has 14 broken bones, and like 10 of them are from Krypto - we heard those bones crunching, and when the automatons were carrying him, he had a lot more damage on his left side...)

Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn

[bbyblumarine]

YOU SAVE CLARK KENT

Word count: 604 words

A/N: written this based off the new teaser that dropped - so excited to watch it!!! <3<3

All Clark could make out through his swollen bloodshot eyes was the fountain of blood swirling with the ice, like a cocktail of his own wasted fortune. He was curled up in a ball encased in the snow, squeezing his legs to his chest as if that could bring relief, heaving heavily like a horse drawing its final breath.

He was known to be a man immune to pain, naturally superseding everything that had intentions of harming him; Clark had never not been in control of himself.

Right now, he had no knowledge, nor experience on how to process the depths of this agony that was slowly eating him alive. Spasms took hold of his legs, twitching sporadically. Something evil had attached itself to his chest, pinning him down and crushing his bones so every breath felt like a challenge he was close to losing. Hell, he wanted to lose—he wanted to give up and accept his demise with open arms. Death would care for him, tend to his wounds, free him from the shackles of this unbearable suffering.

His eyes obediently shut as his body slowed, preparing for the transition; he had accepted.

As he readied to draw in one last breath… it was like a balloon had popped in his brain, snapping his eyes open with vigour.

You, he thought.

You, with your chesty laughter, so contagious that passersby would walk past with a faint hint of a smile caught to their face.

You, who had spent so long organising Clark’s birthday party in secret, calling up every person you had seen him interact with - including the random shopkeepers who Superman would quietly serve as an off the books bodyguard for - and inviting them for the big do. Clark didn’t have the heart to admit that he knew what you were planning from the very first day, because he had accidentally listened to your phone calls halfway across town with his super-hearing on one of his patrols—but he’d never let slip because, well… no one had ever loved him enough to do something like that for him.

You, whose nose, like it had a mind of its own, subconsciously crinkled in joy that was reserved for Clark and Clark only, the person who gave you the meaning to smile in the first place. Your body was a flower that bloomed in Clark’s presence.

You, who if you were here, right now, would be screaming at his stupid face, spit foaming at the mouth: GET UP!

Groaning, Clark spat whatever remaining blood had stagnated in his mouth out onto the snow, saliva dribbling down his frozen lips. With a pucker of his lips, he let out a weak but determined whistle. It was low, and feeble, but it was a noise, and it was alive.

In immediate response, a crescendo of noise came bounding towards him, growing larger by each second. As Clark lifted his eyelids open once more, a scruffy white dog was sniffing at his face, announcing its arrival.

Bang!

Clark choked out a pained wheeze as the dog began bouncing straight onto his chest, his paws digging like a little psychopath into every scrape and cut that littered his body. Probably sent as a message from you he figured, which he deserved.

“Krypto,” he croaked out, “take me… take me home.”

A still image of your face imprinted in his mind, lighting up like an angel, as Krypto took hold of his cape in his mouth. Like a torpedo, Krypto faithfully galloped in the direction of wherever your scent lay, taking Clark back home—back to you.

[batfleckgifs]

BATMAN V SUPERMAN : DAWN OF JUSTICE ‧ ZACK SNYDER'S JUSTICE LEAGUE

[olympain]

It comes down to a basic philosophical difference. He believes that the sanctity of life is of the utmost important, no matter what. You do not let anyone die ever. She believes that you want to do the most good for the most people, no matter how you do that. And she can see that that's not always the case. Those are just two different philosophical, ethical structures that causes problems in their actual practical relationship.

[dirbenaffleck]

— man of steel, dir. zack snyder

[frownyalfred]

I just had a random thought. I still like the superbat relationship/friendship, but the thought just came out of no where where that would mean that they are attracted to someone to in many scenarios looked so similar they can pass as one another. Have had these thoughts too?

Bruce and Clark meeting as civilians the first time like

[smallcloisville]

Random S1 gifs of this adorable creature 😍😍🌸✨✨

I wished he wore purple more. I somewhat remember that he only wears it once or twice in ending seasons or early like these. Otherwise it's just him and his blue n red outfit.

[andrew-garfielld]

SUPERMAN (2025) dir. James Gunn

[junkfoodcinemas]

SUPERMAN (2025) dir. James Gunn

[animusrox]

World’s Finest, Part III Superman: The Animated Series

[nicostiel]

Good boy, Krypto.

[chappellsroans]

David Corenswet as Superman/Clark Kent

Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn

[midge-maisell]

DAVID CORENSWET as CLARK KENT Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn

[bludmd23]

Pats all of them 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰