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sassylittlecanary · 1 year
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I got bored and decided to list the ✨vibes✨ different live-action versions of Superman give off.
Don't take my ramblings too seriously. ;)
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Disclaimer: Not all live-action versions represented
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You're the only constant in any universe.
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beyondthefold · 2 years
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HENRY CAVILL as CLARK KENT / SUPERMAN Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice (2016) | dir. Zack Snyder
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frownyalfred · 2 years
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I love Clark in BVS so much but “you shouldn’t brand pedophiles and human traffickers, it’s wrong” was kind of a hot take for Gotham
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pinkmachineryangel · 6 months
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Henry Cavill
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comic-art-showcase · 1 year
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Creepy Cowls by Caspar Wijngaard
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kal8elle · 6 months
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hjbirthdaywishes · 5 days
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April 22, 2024
Happy 58 Birthday to Jeffrey Dean Morgan.
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thena0315 · 10 months
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DCEU’s Doomsday
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CW’s Doomsday
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cloisfics · 2 months
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STAY
She was running...where exactly, she couldn't fathom, couldn't bring herself to care about the fact that she, being defenseless could potentially get murdered in cold blood, not when she felt that sensation of impending doom suffocating her, the terror running deep in her veins, her heart pounding.
Lois Lane was not one to shy away from danger. It was what excited her, chaos was what she was used to thriving on, it was what defined her life- what made it worth living for. But this was different - of course it was - she could feel it..the last thread of hope -slipping away from her clutch, the flashing lights from the battlefield nearly blinding her. She found her breath coming in pants, her eyes tearing up, limbs shaking..her entire world crumbling down into pieces, right in front of her eyes- and yet, she was totally and utterly helpless to do anything about it. Her frantic eyes had found the read and blue mass lying in the corner, right next to that terrifying beast- most disturbingly, motionless.
" Clark!"
Lois was so horror struck for a moment that she could only stay rooted to the spot, praying that her bloody mind was playing stupid tricks one her. This couldn't be real. She wouldn't allow it...
She finally willed enough strength to move to him, dizzy and feverish, for the first time-petrified of the unknown, of what awaited her. She managed to turn him around onto her lap, shaking hands immediately finding the face she loved so much. His skin was so frigid, and clammy. He had never felt so cold before. The soundless scream erupted from her throat of it's own accord...
Like a bucket of ice-cold water had been splashed on her, Lois jerked awake. She felt her forehead, feeling sick, her heart pounding loudly against her ribcage. She instinctively reached out next to her, and was further anguished on discovering the cold side of the bed. Slowly, she took in the familiar surroundings- the comfy bed with the silk comforter she was tangled in, the walls coated in warm beige illuminated from the table lamp, the cozy decor, the tall mahogany cupboard and the frigid bay windows against which snow was falling, heavily.
No. She kept telling herself. It was just the usual nightmare- her worst memory, in fact- the one which took pleasure in constantly haunting her..and yet- it had been so real, she could feel her throat constricting, her chest tightening. Her restless mind began conjuring up such bone-chilling imagery she couldn't manage to shut out.
She ran her hands through her hair, trying to pull herself together somehow and failing miserably. He would be here, he had to be here, or was he?
Tired of her internal debate, she decided to put an end to the dilemma; she was even more frustrated to find out the amount of effort it took to sit upright against the headboard, and that was when she was suddenly alerted to the wound on her left shoulder, the pain so tangible she was forced to recollect the unpleasant scenario she had found herself in before the bullet had brushed past her skin.
As if on cue, the door opened- and there stood Clark- in his casual flannel, looking quite worn out with dark circles quite visible under his eyes- he never got dark circles, he was Superman for God's sake- but alive. Miraculously, right in front of her. Unharmed.
The fatigue weakening her body, and her wobbling legs which threatened to give way beneath her, forgotten- all of a sudden, she collapsed straight into him, wrapping her petite frame against his muscular torso, arms wrapping around him as tight as she could muster.
"Lois!" He breathed into her hair.
She felt his steady heartbeat, as she buried herself deeper into him, letting his scent wrap around her- healing her. She once again reminded herself of how much her life revolved around him, and him alone.
"Honey.." he gently peeled back away from her, concern pooling in his mesmerizing blues, as he took in the sight of her, hand trailing down her cheek.
"Hey.." she managed weakly, instinctively melting into his touch.
"Is everything..."
"I'm fine.." she assured him, and herself, arms circling his neck, leaning her forehead agaist his, "Just a bad dream.."
He held her close, kissing her forehead as he murmured, "You scared the hell out of me.."
She knew they had to talk it through. She sensed apprehension, fear and worry- all in that one simple sentence, and felt the guilt creeping up her veins, already. But not right now. It had to wait.
"Clark..."
"I know." He whispered, delicately stroking an arm down her back, perfectly aware of her need for comfort.
"Stay."
"I'm not going anywhere, Lo!"
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beautifilms · 1 year
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Man of Steel (2013) / Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice (2016) dir. Zack Snyder
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sassylittlecanary · 1 year
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It’s interesting to me how often Superman and Batman’s characterization is mixed up.
So frequently (looking at you Zack Snyder) Clark is the brooding, lonely outsider who feels isolated from the rest of the world, a god among mortals, while Bruce is the personification of humanity, both its limitations and its most extraordinary possibilities. This is one of the key components of many Superman vs Batman stories (BvS, Injustice: Gods Among Us) — Clark is (or is perceived to be) a powerful, out-of-control god who could destroy or conquer humanity, while Bruce is his arch-nemesis, the chief defender of humanity.
In reality, Clark is the more human, even despite his Kryptonian heritage. He was raised on a farm in a small midwestern town. He went to school dances and corn festivals. He loves his parents and his dog. He has a day job doing something he loves. He has a cubicle with his name on it where he tacks up pictures of his loved ones. He lives among ordinary people, and he shares many of their experiences. Yes, he’s an alien, and his powers certainly make him conscious of how different he is. But he’s still a farmboy from Kansas who goes grocery shopping, pays rent, stresses about work deadlines, and gives his colleagues homemade apple pie.
Bruce, on the other hand, has far more distance from humanity. He was born into wealth and raised among the elite. He lived in a mansion and attended galas and red carpets. After his parents died, he began living a very isolated life, only letting a few people (Alfred, his kids) in emotionally, and sometimes not even them. He trained among elite martial artists and isolated himself further by creating the shallow persona of Bruce Wayne. He sees being Batman as a duty, a burden, because he’s taken it upon himself to protect people. He lives on rooftops and in alleyways, forging himself into the inhuman personification of fear.
Despite his alien heritage, Clark is the relatable man of the people. Despite his humanity, Bruce is the lonely outsider. More adaptations need to remember that.
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Clois : Popping the question.
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(via GIFER)
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frownyalfred · 2 years
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Bruce in BVS just kills me because you think it’s going to be a dramatic, elegant fight with Superman and then ten minutes in the Gotham City in him comes out and he breaks a goddamned sink over Superman’s head
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pinkmachineryangel · 6 months
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