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anotherbluesunday · 3 months

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🌸Intertidal—Ch. 28: Ribs (Tyler)🌸

Air and ocean spray ripping past me like a high pitch whistle singing to me, it kissed my cheeks and outstretched arm as I carved the sea green queens face. Smiled my hello while dropping down my knee with my left foot driving us along this yellow brick road. Eyes called up to the heavens above me, I laughed for a moment as the sun burned bright and clear through the glassy waters that wrapped around me. Enveloped me like the ocean were hoping to claim me because she was still salty about not finishing me off at Mavericks. Or how she'd given it her best go at drowning me when I was ten; flailing in a nasty rip current on a family vacation to O'ahu.

This beautiful vengeful gal, she was Life and Death.

Gave me a reason to be. A reason to wake up and live. To breathe. The ocean had given me purpose when I got my first taste of that indescribable high as a child. That incredible rush I'd chase until it wiped me off the face of this planet. And in this way she had also sealed my fate. Had promised me that my death would come at her hands regardless of any jokes I had with my family or friends or lovers.

Both my maker and my demise, these waters would follow me in wait wherever I went. Would rest calmly while I took shelter on dry land because she knew I wouldn't stay away for long. However, today wasn't her day. I had too many things left to do. Too many victories left to claim and kisses left to steal from my girl.

Dancing my fingers along my mistress's glimmering face, I left her in my wake. Told her better luck next time as I zipped down the line and escaped the barrel before it collapsed--the ocean kissing me one last time as I shattered the wall of spray spitting up from below.

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donnatroyprincessofthemyscira · 7 months

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Art Edit Credit to Roberto Coltro

#Roberto Coltro #Batman #Bruce Wayne #Superman #Clark Kent #Silver Surfer #Norrin Radd

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sluggishslugcrimes · 2 years

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I will be on my roof screaming for DC to have Clark say Midwest/Kansas sayings and have an accent but I will climb mount motherfucking Everest for Bruce Wayne to let out the thickest jersey accent out, especially with him pissed the fuck off and the jersey lingo please DC I beg you I don't want him to be posh throw that out and like give Jason, Steph, Tim, and Duke that accent too please!!

Country boy and Jersey boy who don't pump gas need their fuckin accents.

Or give Clark a new Yorker accent either or.

#bruce wayne #batfam #clark kent #DC PLEASE GIVE THEM THEIR ACCENTS #I WANT PISSED OFF JERSEY BOY GOING IN DEEP THAT EVERYONE WHO'S NOT FROM GOTHAM TO BE CONFUSED AND SCARED #also oliver with a Cali surfer accent and lingo #PLEASE I'M ON MY KNEES AND NOT IN THAT WAY BUT IF IT MUST BE DONE TO HAVE THEM WITH ACCENTS I'LL DO IT

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if it's okay to ask what does dr gary in UTB does in his free time and does he like creature comforts like comfy blankets good food etc i know he likes red wine thank you x

To be honest, I don't really know!

I'm finding out more about him as other people are, and I don't have a preconceived list of hobbies for him or anything like that. I didn't know his dog's name until we met her in chapter 4, for example, and I wrote the name in.

Sometimes I like to leave a lot of character details up to discovery or chance. I find this is one of my favourite ways to build a character because it feels like the character details are more organic that way. Like, because Dr Gary is such a workaholic and a professional, it wasn't relevant for me to know his hobbies or what he does in his free time, because I know he doesn't have much free time.

I do think he's a bit of a hedonist re: creature comforts (i.e. a large bath towel/bath sheet, having a lot of fruit available even if he's not eating it (the bananas), a blanket on the back of his couch, availability of wine etc.), but not excessively so. We know he likes fine things, or expensive things, because even Efnisien - who comes from a family of millionaires - recognised that all the fixtures in the bathroom are expensive. And there's sort of no reason for a bathroom in a one-bedroom cottage in the middle of nowhere to be that nice unless Dr Gary a) could afford it and b) wanted it to be.

In that sense, I also like giving details of a character that I guess are...kind of subtle? From Efnisien's description of Dr Gary's bathroom alone, we learn that Dr Gary has money to burn, and likes expensive things, as well as dark fabrics. The bathmat is plush and matches the bath sheet/towel, Efnisien doesn't describe the floor as being cold when he sinks onto it, Dr Gary has made a choice to coordinate the colours in his bathroom, but also to use I guess more comfortable and expensive items. A plush bath mat is more expensive than a thin one. A large bath sheet is more expensive than a smaller regular 'bath towel'.

But otherwise I think if you asked Dr Gary what he did in his free time right now, he'd probably lie and make some stuff up, because he really does work too hard at the moment, and he is not making time outside of work pretty much. Polly is probably who he makes the most time for outside of work, but it's convenient to him that she lives on the premises, lol.

#asks and answers #dr gary konowalous #character building #underline the black #i make a really deliberate choice to not know everything about a character when we meet them #it's not just that i'm not sharing those details with you #it's that i don't want to know them yet #i have *dismissed* some hobbies for him though #because i've been thinking about it in the background #i don't think he fishes #and i don't think he canoes or kayaks #(he lives near the beach so i had been thinking about beach hobbies)#Kent on the other hand is a surfer #which folks *might* realise when Efnisien describes his hair in chapter 8 lol

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reggielias · 5 months

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In Teen Beach Movie would Kon be a biker or a surfer? 🤔

#dc #kon el #conner kent #superboy #part of me says biker for the aesthetic of the leather jacket #but other part of me says surfer for Kon layback personality #but idk if Kon really has that personality or not bc i just made up stuff about him #own

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skeppsbrott · 7 months

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I hope this isnt crossing any boundaries, but when i feel like you i listen to this too shall pass by danny schmidt

None crossed, anon, thank you for your concern. I appreciate it.

#there are a few pop song mantras and this is a fair one #idk music doesnt seem to stick either recently #i tried veering more into the moody shit and that does feel like something at least #im only happy when it rains by garbage pepper by the butthole surfers #all of du och jag döden by kent #my go to is to put i wanna get better by bleachers on full blast and lay on my back on the floor or whatever and scream-sing it #sorry to my neighbours #this is my new ask tag #bluh bluh

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quehaylondres · 2 years

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#Bournemouth #Brighton #Cornualles #Devon #Kent #Poole #Surfers Against Sewage

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6rookie-writer0110 · 8 months

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Master List # 72

Run its course - Lana Rhoades x Male Reader (Smut)

New Night - Lucy Chen x Male Reader x Tim Bradford (Smut)

The greatest Parody - Kara Danvers x Male reader (Smut)

Long autumn - Taylor Swift x Male Reader (Smut)

First appeared - Narcissa Malfoy x Male Reader (Smut)

Extra work at the office - Clark Kent x Male Reader (Smut)

The Stop - Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader (Smut)

Untitled moment - Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader (Smut & Threesome)

It's too late to start - Goddess Hera (Rachel Weisz) x Male Reader (Smut)*

Unwind the rain - Madelaine Petsch x Male Reader (Smut)

Surfer Boy - Scott Eastwood x Male Reader (Smut)

#masterlist #master list

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octuscle · 1 year

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Brahhhhh! Totally fuckin' awesome man that ya joined us tech bro! Ya looked so happy out there, catchin’ waves, smokin’ pot! Fuck dude you were the life of the party huhu. Uhh I was gonna ask ya somethin’ important… huhu fuck brah I’m bad at rememberin’ shit. Social media bro said somethin’ ‘bout becoming more of a bad boy surfer bro huhu for like my image and shit. Got any tips brah- I'd owe ya a big one! Whatever ya want brah! You were fuckin’ wild out there when ya visited! Wouldn’t hate to see ya again bro!

Bro, that wuz da best day of my life. Don't worry, we'll do it again soon. Let me know when da swell is gud!

as for your social media bro, I loved your clark kent hollister model outfit. But if he thinks it's time for an image change. Sure, I support you! I have uh few presets that I find quite gud….

ha about da stoner surfer? long hair. N only salt water gets on his body. Not necessarily uh bad boy. But not as much of uh nice guy as you are now.

or ha about that? just uh little more hairy. N beardier. Usually comes with uh mighty dodge ram.

of course, we can just add some tattoos n give you uh seven-day beard. Usually comes with da dodge too….

your choice! personally, I'm not so convinced by all of them… I also like da latino surfer. Wiry body. N favella past. Experience with all kinds of minor crime. N yet he can have any chick n any bro on da beach.

but I cud also just use da fast-forward function. I'll make you two years older, during which you'll become your ink buddy's best customer. N in which you let your hair n beard grow uh bit. If you want, I can also let you experience drug dealing during that time. For more street credibility.

my favorite, however, would be to just drop you into uh big inkwell. N take away your clean-shaven cheeks.

take uh vote. Have your social media bro get back to me n I'll send him da presets he wants.

hang loose n have uh cool day!

#male tf #inked man #surfer tf #chronivac

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rockislandadultreads · 11 months

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New Title Tuesday: Graphic Novels

Land of the Dead by Brian McDonald

There is wisdom in the land of the dead, for it is the place that all stories lay to rest. And what is a story, if not a simulation of survival?

Wielding his massive experience from film, tv, comics, and more, Brian McDonald lays out a history of storytelling and shows the reader how the best tales tug at our truest biological the need to survive. Readers will see how different forms of survival―physical, emotional, spiritual―inform the arc of character development in a way that makes them more complex and compelling. And how plot and circumstance must then force your protagonist to meet their worst nightmare. Toby Cypress’s electric art guides the reader through the underworld, visualizing each narrative masterpiece, and bringing the ideas to life.

Whether you’re in film, books, comics, or simply a story enthusiast, this book offers a way to see character development and the crafting of plot through the lens of human questions of morality and mortality.

Critical Role, The Mighty Nein Origins: Nott the Brave by Sam Maggs

When you become that which you fear most, how do you carry on?

Veth Brenatto doesn't have an exciting life, but she likes it that way. Unlike her childhood, it's safe. Predictable. And her husband and son love her almost as fiercely as she loves them. But Veth's cozy existence is turned on its head when she and her family are captured by raiders. In order to save them, Veth will commit an atrocity that will sever her from all that she loves--maybe forever--and lead her to become Nott the Brave of the Mighty Nein.

This is the fifth volume in the “Critical Role: The Mighty Nein Origins” series.

Last on His Feet by Adrian Matejka

On the morning of July 4, 1910, thousands of boxing fans stormed a newly built stadium in Reno, Nevada, to witness an epic showdown. Jack Johnson, the world’s first Black heavyweight champion—and most infamous athlete in the world because of his race—was paired against Jim Jeffries, a former heavyweight champion then heralded as the “great white hope.” It was the height of the Jim Crow era, and spectators were eager for Jeffries to restore the racial hierarchy that Johnson had pummeled with his quick fists.

Transporting readers directly into the ring, artist Youssef Daoudi and poet Adrian Matejka intersperse dramatic boxing action with vivid flashbacks to reveal how Johnson, the self-educated son of formerly enslaved parents, reached the pinnacle of sport—all while facing down a racist justice system. Through a combination of breathtaking illustrations and striking verse, Last on His Feet honors a contentious civil rights figure who has for more than a century been denied his proper due.

Superman: Space Age by Mark Russell

Meet Clark Kent, a young reporter who just learned that the world will soon come to an end (Crisis on Infinite Earths) and there is nothing he can do to save it. Sounds like a job for his alter ego…Superman! After years of standing idle, the young man from Krypton defies the wishes of his fathers to come out to the world as the first superhero of the Space Age. As each decade passes and each new danger emerges, he wonders if this is the one that will kill him and everyone he loves. Superman realizes that even good intentions are not without their backlash as the world around him transforms into a place as determined to destroy itself as he is to save it.

Uniting the critically acclaimed writer Mark Russell (One-Star Squadron and The Flintstones) and Eisner-winner Mike Allred (Silver Surfer and Bowie: Stardust, Rayguns & Moonage Daydreams) for the first time, this series promises fans an unforgettable journey through U.S. history and culture starring our beloved characters.

This is the first volume in the “Superman: Space Age” series.

#Graphic Novels #new books #new library books #new books to read #Book Recommendations #book recs #Reading Recs #reading recommendations #TBR pile #tbr #tbrpile #to read #Want To Read #Booklr #book tumblr #book blog #library blog

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innovacancy · 2 years

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Perturbator Irving Plaza, New York City, NY 4 September 2022 (click below or scroll down for article)

Like many others, I became aware of the music of Perturbator – French musician James Kent – through the release of a video game entitled Hotline Miami in 2012. Completely unique and possessed of a very particular brand of psychedelic and ultraviolent visuals, the game needed a soundtrack to match both its shifting neon vibe and nihilistic intensity. Developers Dennaton Games ultimately tapped Kent and a handful of other synth-forward artists to soundtrack their masterpiece in the making. Hotline’s viral success catapulted names like Perturbator, Carpenter Brut, and M|O|O|N to near-immediate global recognition, and the sequel brought back the soundtrack crew and others on top. The game had very specific musical needs to match the looping, constantly-resetting nature of the game as the player character died hundreds of grisly deaths only to press R and go again. Perturbator has a great deal of music that fits in this niche, something that might be categorized as “outrun” – a sub-genre of synthwave, itself is a sub-genre of electronica at large. But as would be discovered by new inductees who delved deeper, the Perturbator oeuvre goes well beyond what was featured in any game, and Kent’s discography is a multi-leveled journey of its own to explore, bringing live drums and a wide-ranging setlist on tour as part of the Heaven and Hell Tour with oft-collaborators HEALTH.

Kent’s latest as Perturbator, Lustful Sacraments, seems him push the boundaries of what a Perturbator album can be even wider than they were before, entering and exploring new soundscapes. Tracks like ‘Dethroned Under a Funeral Haze’ make ample use of a cavernous dynamic range, as enthralling when scant notes are left to reverberate around the space as they are when the pace picks back up, and promptly ascends to the point where a note shakes the room and a chord rattles the ballroom down to its foundations. Drummer Dylan Hyard, seated at a kit machined in the style of jet engine turbines, provides the crashing percussion that pairs so well with synths – ethereal or darkly churning – from Kent, who also occasionally switches to a guitar on some songs, adding even more weight, a toolkit suited to the task of blending gothic scale and synthwave speed. Perturbator’s music thematically exists at this confluence of influences both biblical and dystopian, with titles and album art frequently evoking the marriage of cyberpunk futurism with the equally apocalyptic portents of sin and the end of days.

Oftentimes Kent will lean out over the front of his forward synth rig (he’s got one to his left as well) and extend an arm like a gladiator, motioning toward the crowd. When the crowd-surfers start coming, his open hand or fist more commonly becomes a pointed finger, sweeping across the room beckoning more people to make the journey forward on the outstretched hands of their musical compatriots. At the conclusion of songs that find him on guitar, he’ll often toss out his pentagram-emblazoned pick into the crowd, from a toothlike row of them mounted on the front of his station. All the while, his microphone glows a spectral red from within.

In the final moments of the night, the duo reemerge from backstage after a short break with an additional silhouette in tow: Jake Duzsik of HEALTH. The projects have collaborated on two tracks together thus far: ‘Excess’ and ‘Body/Prison’, both featuring on HEALTH’s DISCO album series which began as a label for remix albums but has more recently expanded to include albums that are nearly all active collaborations as opposed to reworkings. The collaborative spirit within this genre of music – whichever portmanteau of -dark-, -synth-, and/or -wave you use not really being too material in the end – is extremely inspiring: Perturbator has previously collabed with Hotline alum Carpenter Brut, and in 2022 Kent worked with Johannes Persson of Cult of Luna to release a joint effort under the name Final Light. For their part, HEALTH earlier in the night brought out Leo Ashline of tour opener Street Sects to perform ‘The Joy of Sect’, the track they made together for the second half of the sizable DISCO4. In sum, the night reflected how cross-pollination of ideas and smashing genres and sounds together like the large hadron collider is only ever beneficial – at least when there’s such an array of talent on board; and the ensuing performance of ‘Body/Prison’ that closes the night is a living testament to that as well Check out more photos from this show at Irving Plaza here: HEALTH Street Sects

#perturbator

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anotherbluesunday · 5 months

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✨Intertidal Chapter Release—Ch. 18✨

Lifting my phone up high in the air, I sucked in another breath. Great. Tapping the green answer icon I didn't realize it was a video call before it was too late.

"What?" I groaned, trying not to growl because it was too early for these calls and I wasn't at my mental fittest in that moment.

"Mornin'," Kent chuckled, seemingly humored by my post-dawn anguish. "Yer lookin' bright eyed and bushy tailed."

I glared at him.

"What's got ya' out of sorts, love?" he asked in a more concerned tone. "Ya' sick or hurt?"

"No..." I hesitated. Furrowed my brow and closed my eyes as I pinched the bridge of my nose to ward off the creeping headache I felt coming. "Just...I don't know. My head's fuzzy."

"Drunk fuzzy? Hungover? Or like existential dread goin' into numb kinda fuzzy?" When I groaned at the last one I could hear him breathe a sympathetic chuckle. "Yeah, I have those mornin's too."

"Maybe if I have a mimosa..."

Kent clicked his tongue. "That, love, is what we call an unhealthy dependence bordering on alcoholic behavior."

"You sound like my therapist."

"Well kudos ta' her for havin' the stones to say that."

Only Kent could make me roll my eyes with the urge to clock him while looking as good as he did while doing it.

"What're ya' doin' today?"

"Besides withering away beneath my blankets waiting for death to come and fight me for my life?" Kent smirked, humored by my answer rather than being put off the way Enid or my parents would have been. Both him and Ty shared the same flavor of dark humor which was also my flavor as chance would have it. "Nothing. Why?"

"We should do somethin'."

Wading the glowing crystalline waters of the pool hidden within the tropical paradise that surrounded us, I watched Kent swim toward me after diving in from the opposite end. Form shifting hypnotically like an abstract painting cast in bronze, topaz blue, aquamarine, and shimmering yellow, I held my breathe as he approached. Smiled more as if I had been bewitched when he emerged looking like a damn Grecian god with his hair clinging to his broad built shoulders and eyes sparkling. It didn't help that "Moonlight Serenade" was playing to match the vintage vibe of the entire area encapsulating Trader Sam's, Tangaroa Terrace, and the "grown up's" pool.

"Yer doin' that thing again," Kent teased as he floated over to where I was lurking, my arms slung up on the lip of the pool deck. Tilting his head just a bit with a playful flicker in his eyes as he grabbed hold of the handrail of the sidesteps next to me, Kent closed the space separating us. Hung there looking like a siren pulled straight out of fiction. "You'll cook me 'live with that kind of starin'."

I couldn't respond. My brain had gone dead. Or on strike because it was tired of this bullshit. Either way, the bitch had peaced out on me and my thought process was left on buffering.

Eyes constantly drawn back to his eyes, his lips, his chest, it was irrational Wynn's turn to take control of the helm. And what do you know, she steered us all into the shallows. Ran us ashore marooning me in the destructive cycle of reconsidering my stance on relationships versus fuck buddies. And it was her fault that my brain was coming up with more pro's to locking down Kent than it was coming up with con's. This would have been an easy decision weeks ago. Wouldn't have been something I would have even considered at the start of the year. Granted, I had always wanted to take a ride or two on him. But date him? That was a sure sign I had suffered traumatic brain injury. Or at least so I thought. But now?

"Winnie...?" He said quietly, as if he were about to share a secret. From the look in his eyes, he may very well be doing that. Gaze flicking from my lips to my eyes as he got in a little closer, Kent nearly whispered, "What if..." he began--the tension mounting between us pure indescribable torture. "What if I were to tell ya' that you've been on my mind for the last year?"

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donnatroyprincessofthemyscira · 3 months

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Art Edit Credit to Roberto Coltro

#Roberto Coltro #Superman #Clark Kent #Silver Surfer #Norrin Radd #World's Finest

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hannahhook7744 · 1 year

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They is my Family au part 3;

More Family members.

🦸‍♂️🦸‍♀️🦸🦹‍♂️🦹‍♀️🦹🦸‍♂️🦸‍♀️🦸🦹‍♂️🦹‍♀️🦹🦸‍♂️🦸‍♀️🦸🦹‍♂️🦹‍♀️🦹

Name: Connor Kent.

Age: 16 years old.

Relation to Connor: Is Connor.

Crimes: vigilantism.

Spouse: M'gann M'orzz (Girlfriend).

Children: none.

~~~Notable facts~~~

—He likes watching M'gann cheerleading, watching the channel 'no signal', spending quality time with Wolf, Sphere, and Miss Martian. And he also likes working on cars and gaming. And reading.

—Other hobbies of his include learning, swimming, sports, Playing with toy soldiers, and listening to music.

—His birthday is March 21st.

—His aliases are Kr, Kon El, Kon, and Superboy.

Name: Lucinda Luthor.

Age: 16.

Relation to Connor: Sister.

Crimes: plotting to take down Superman.

Spouse: none.

Children: none.

~~~Notable facts~~~

—Born Lucinda Walters in an alternate universe, she was raised by her single mother who died.

—She found out that her father was that world's lex Luthor, who was also dead, and that her existence had been hidden to protect her from her father's greatest enemy, Superman.

—She made a plot to take him down which failed in the end.

—She is a natural brunette but dyes her hair black.

—She escaped from Jail and accidentally sent herself to this universe, and was deaged willingly by this world's lex Luthor who took her in.

—Her abilities include computer hacking and operation, gadgetry, robotic engineering, and tactical analysis.

—After growing up (again) in this universe, she decided to stay out of the hero and villian business, and mind her own business. Focusing on her study.

—She is in many science clubs, including robotic engineering.

—She enjoys science, robotics, computer games, the internet, reading, listening to music, learning languages, and gothic fashion and literature.

—Lex passes her and Connor off as twins eventually.

Name: Leonard "Lenny' Luthor.

Age: 13.

Relation to Connor: Cousin.

Crimes: none that are outwardly known.

Spouse: none.

Children: none.

~~~Notable facts~~~

—He wants to be a supervillain like his uncle.

—He has helped in a few of his uncle's schemes.

—He is a problem child.

—He loves pranks, gadgets, cars, go karting, parties, spy movies, etc.

Name: Lutessa "Lutsey" Mercer.

Age: 11 years old.

Relation to Connor: Cousin.

Crimes: Vandalism and theft.

Spouse: none.

Children: none.

~~~Notable facts~~~

—She is Tess Mercer's only child.

—She is a very imaginative girl who wants to be a writer and an artist when she grows up.

—She is also a theater kid but also is in art club and the creative writer's club.

—She loves buliding things. Mainly out of wood. Like her tree-house.

—She loves swinging.

—She loves playing games.

��she occasionally plays pranks with Juliet and is like a rival to Julian.

Name: Lena "Leanne" Luthor Jr.

Age: 10 years old.

Relation to Connor: Sister.

Crimes: Treason (towards her president father) among others.

Spouse: none.

Children: none.

~~~Notable facts~~~

—She is from an alternate universe.

—She is the daughter of a nearly immortal woman named Contessa Erica Alexandra del Portenza, who was the ceo of LexCorp at the time, and that world's Lex Luthor.

—During that world's Y2k crisis, Brainiac shut down all of the world's computers to shut down and his future self showed up and proceeded to download his mind into Lena Luthor. Much to her father's dismay.

—Her father and him made a deal, allowing him to take her.

—She was reverted back to an infant after Brainiac 13 was defeated but the powers and him still resided in her, causing her father to lock her up.

—This world's Lex Luthor found his way to that dimension, found Lena Jr, and —being reminded of his sister—took her back to his world.

—She had the following powers: Cybernetic Enhancement, Computer Interfacing, Energy Projection,Force Field, and Levitation.

—She likes gaming, skiing, surfering, Ballet, listening to music, tea parties, playing the violin and piano, sailing, go karting, crochet, croquet, playing house, and horse back riding.

Name: Juliet "Julie" Gabriel-Sullivan.

Age: 8 years old.

Relation to Connor: Cousin.

Crimes: none.

Spouse: none.

Children: none.

~~~Notable facts~~~

— She is the daughter of Grant Gabriel (a Clone of Julian Luthor) and Chloe Sullivan (Lois Lane's cousin).

—She loves mysteries, tea parties, dolls, and the color purple. And Dogs.

—She wants to be a reporter like her mom and dad.

—She likes to pull pranks too, with her creepier dolls. And playing house.

Name: Lilian "Lily" Luthor Jr.

Age: 8 years old.

Relation to Connor: Sister.

Crimes: none.

Spouse: none.

Children: none.

~~~Notable facts~~~

—She likes singing and dancing, and acting.

—She also likes musicals and Disney movies as well as tea parties and toys.

—She is shy and also enjoys reading and buliding things.

—and loves animals.

—She is of average intelligence.

Name: Linus Luthor.

Age: 5 years old.

Relation to Connor: Brother.

Crimes: none.

Spouse: none.

Children: none.

~~~Notable facts~~~

—He loves everything super related. Mainly supergirl and superboy.

—He wants to be one when he grows up.

—He has even designed a suit and has come up with his own hero name. It's Varian.

—He likes drawing, writing, and buliding things.

—He has enhanced durability, limited invulnerability, enchanced strength, and senses.

—He also likes reading and swimming. And he also likes history. As well as music and animals.

-oh and go karting.

Name: Valentine "Val" Thorul-Colby.

Age: 1 years old.

Relation to Connor: Cousin.

Crimes: none.

Spouse: none.

Children: none.

~~~Notable facts~~~

—He is also known as Val Colby.

—He has Psychokinesis.

—He loves animals, cars, puppets, stars, and cartoons.

Name: Alexis Luthor.

Age: a few months old.

Relation to Connor: Sister.

Crimes: none.

Spouse: none.

Children: none.

~~~Notable facts~~~

—She dates Damian Wayne-Al Ghul in the future.

—She loves stories, music, pretty lights, and toys.

#smallville #good dad lex luthor #luthor family #lex luthor and connor kent #smallville au #young justice #young justice au #superman comics

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mayamistake · 9 months

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"Uniting the critically acclaimed writer Mark Russell (One-Star Squadron and The Flintstones) and Eisner-winner Mike Allred (Silver Surfer and Bowie: Stardust, Rayguns & Moonage Daydreams) for the first time, this series promises fans an unforgettable journey through U.S. history and culture starring Superman. 2023 Eisner Nominee - Best Limited Series 2023 Eisner Nominee - Best Writer, Mark Russell Meet Clark Kent, a young reporter who just learned that the world will soon come to an end (Crisis on Infinite Earths) and there is nothing he can do to save it. Sounds like a job for his alter ego…Superman! After years of standing idle, the young man from Krypton defies the wishes of his fathers to come out to the world as the first superhero of the Space Age. As each decade passes and each new danger emerges, he wonders if this is the one that will kill him and everyone he loves. Superman realizes that even good intentions are not without their backlash as the world around him transforms into a place as determined to destroy itself as he is to save it. Collects Superman: Space Age #1-3, the complete story."

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molasses-house · 10 months

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Cigarettes and Cereal Milk

I was 12 when I started working at the Jersey Shore grocery & deli. It was old school with no air conditioning, some pinball machines and Ms. Pacman with only a counter and stools that would be filled in the morning with old men. They’d sit reading Racing Form and the Bergen Record - slugging down their coffees, smoking their cigars or cigarettes and eating the State Delicacy of Pork Roll, Egg and Cheese on a hard roll.

Ran by a fiery Italian couple from Brooklyn (or the Bronx?) and partially by their two adult children, I was initially hired to work Saturdays and Sundays to stock and stuff the then-thick Sunday newspapers with inserts: comic pages, circulars, auto, arts and classified sections that made the weekly paper as big as a Bible or the yellow pages phone book.

For me, summer and a job at the deli was jubilant. It was freedom. I’d leave for our 1950′s era seaside bungalow with my family the day school ended and hardly go back “north” (about an hour and change away from our home in North Brunswick) the whole summer. Like clockwork, every Saturday afternoon I would race down our lane of bungalows across Central Avenue to get to work and do the same at the crack of dawn on Sunday mornings.

Along with my newspaper responsibilities, I had the pleasure of refilling the coolers with cans of Coke, Tab and Dr. Pepper. I’d wipe down the pinball machines, replenish the Milky Ways, Gobstoppers and Fun Dip. I even got to venture behind the counter to restock the cigarette display cases.

Everybody smoked cigarettes or so it seems. It was the late 80’s and although the Surgeon Generals Warnings were in full effect – nobody seemed to give a shit. Cigarettes at the deli cost $1.50 a pack. I remember when a new tax was introduced that pushed them close to $2 and it was like someone canceled Christmas. Angry brows and hard scoffs abounded.

In those days – cigarette packaging and marketing was an art form. A literal science! The shiny, little packs of smokes were like works of art.

Shiny, snazzy and colorful rows of greens, beiges, reds, blues, pinks, gold, silver, and bronze with dramatic names that sounded like television soap operas or westerns or legal dramas:

Bel Air

Salems

Winstons

Benson & Hedges

Parliaments

Kent

Chesterfields

Capri

Lucky Strikes

Virgina Slims

Camel

Newport

Vantage

True Blue

Carlton

Kool

Lark

Tareyton

Marlboro (duh)

Viceroy

Merit

I was enamored. Ripping open the fresh cartons of vibrant sophistication and stacking them neatly in rows – it was like a tobacco Tetris. Seemingly, everyone smoked. The surfers, the lifeguards, the boomers, the Greatest Generation, the beach badge checkers, the cops, and the kids that also worked at the store…all puffers. My father was also a smoker. A secret smoker. The worst kept secret ever. Despite a massive heart attack that required open heart surgery at the age of 37…he couldn’t shake it. He’d have to slip away to go tend to “yardwork” and come back smelling like an ashtray and the family (me, my brother, sister and mother) would pretend to not notice the waft of smokey perfume that he’d come back into the house with…for decades!

I don’t remember when I picked up the habit definitively but it was between middle school (8th grade) and high school (9th grade). Eerily, I mimicked the actions of my dad. Stashing packs of cigarettes deep within drawers or in my little lockbox adorned with childish stickers. I’d keep handy a bottle of cologne (probably Drakkar Noir or some ilk of it’s day) and whisk outside the minute the parents left the house and crouch down outside against the side of the house near the BBQ grill to fume a Marlboro.

I was in my early teens but looked like a contradiction…tall, superskinny and blonde but self-consciously young for my age. How did I purchase these vile decks of cancer sticks? It was shamefully easy. In those days, there was no legal age to buy them. During the off-season and away from the seaside store, I could hop on my bike and ride to any number of convenience stores in the area of my “northern” home. For $2 (and change as the prices rose higher), I could satisfy my physical and mental cravings usually without a hitch.

If the purveyor did have some tinge of guilt serving cigarettes to a pubescent-ish Ricky Schroeder lookalike…I had a cover story in my back pocket:

“My grandmother (or aunt or step-sister) hurt her legs and can’t get around real well, kind sir” was a standard lie. If I was really organized, I’d have a friend waiting by their landline telephone to pretend to be said relative and say to the clerk, “She said you can call her.” 99.9% of the time that worked like a charm and only once did a phone call actually get made and “Kim” – an older girl by a couple of years magically performed the part of the ailing kin.

Freshman year of high school, I took the bus – having not yet made friends with anyone with a drivers license. The bus would pick me up on the back street parallel to mine. I’d wake up (usually with a teenage attitude fueled by nicotine withdrawal) and eat some breakfast before the bus. In order NOT to miss my ride, I had the timing down like a Swiss watch maker.

Breakfast consisted of a Benadryl (allergies), a cup of coffee (light and sweet – and yes the Stankovits kids were all early coffee drinkers…) and usually some cereal. We weren’t allowed real sugary cereals so we had to “settle” for Rick Krispies, Chex or Raisin Bran and the occasional Cap’N’Crunch. Depending on the sugar content, I’d pour the milk over the cereal and dollop a spoonful of sugar in the bowl. After the crackles of crispy rice or soggy lumps of bran were consumed, there was the sweet reward of the leftover cereal milk. It was like breakfast’s dessert.

I’d slurp that down and head out the door, towards the end of our dead-end street where there was and still is a section of woods where I could cut through to the next street where the bus would pick me up.

Lighting up, I would get my fix and mentally prepare for the day ahead standing in the woods next to the wooden fence that captured the backyard of the last house on our block. It was meditative. Who the hell knows what I was thinking about…”Algebra quiz! Fall Dance! Fuck, am I queer? I can’t wait to drive and get the hell out of here?!”

The bus would come and I’d hop on with a waft of smokey aroma and cheap cologne enshrining me like Pig Pen from Peanuts. Usually, a pack would last a week or more. I’d check my pack to see how many cigarettes I had left before I had to begin another hunt…hiding away my Marlboros in my duffle bag (those were in style...) until the last school bell rang…ready to repeat another day. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.

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