I'm Nobody! Who are you? |
Are you nobody too? |
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‘which vegetable wears the strap-on’ is what they’re asking. the answer is all the vegetables.
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If anyone ever asks me to define love, I’m just going to show them this
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and she will be loved…I HAVE WANTED PUCK TO SING SHE WILL BE LOVED TO QUINN FOR THREE SEASONS NOW
PLEEEEASE
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Tana Moon! I miss you!
;A; <3333
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To me, the core of that attraction is that she is a better reporter than he is. Think about being Superman for a second. The Olympic record for weightlifting is 1,038 lbs., but you could lift more than that as a child. The record for the 100 meter dash is 9.58 seconds, but you can travel over 51 miles in that time. Going to Vegas? You don’t need your X-Ray vision to win at Blackjack, because you can just count the cards while holding down a conversation about nuclear physics. Without really trying, you are better at just about everything than anyone else in the world.
However, (as Mark Waid once pointed out in a podcast with Marv Wolfman) none of that really translates to your chosen profession. Typing really fast does not help your prose. Being able to lift a tank does not help you convince a source to go on record. It is as near to competing straight up with normal people as Superman would ever be capable of. Even then, it comes easily enough to him that you get a pretty lofty perch at a great paper very early in your career. It is just in this one context, there is someone better than you are: Lois Lane.
As mild-mannered reporter Clark Kent, you reach up for the first time in your life and she rejects you.
To me, it is an inversion of the Luthor story. Luthor sees someone above him and feels hate. Superman sees someone above him and feels love.
"Dean Hacker, comment on “Giving Lois Lane A Second Look, For The First Time” by Kelly Thompson (CBR: She Has No Head!)
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Can I just reblog this again because this is beautiful.
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The child wakes up, expecting to see a familiar face of terror before him, but what he sees is a white emptiness, gently carrying him away from the burning house.
It wasn’t the face of a monster, unlike the one in his home; who leave its painful marks on his fragile body, who hurt his mom until she died of grief, and unable to help him… no it was pale white, eyeless but he find it comforting.
“Just like those dummies in the mall where mom used to take me to…” he thought.
He held tightly on his ghostly savior, and close his eyes to sleep in his arms, as he was taken far away from his burning home, from the monster, and into the forest.
#he comes for the children #he’ll fucking kill anyone who will abuse a child
Tumblr, turning a terrifying urban legend into a misunderstood saviour.
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If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to...
*sexually strokes wall until finding light switch*
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More words of wisdom from malcolm x :-) thats exactly what mainstream media is doing!
A blog isn’t a blog without a transparent Will Smith.
do you ever see photosets from a fandom you’re not a part of and want to reblog it just because it’s so pretty
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Sex is so weird like hey I love you let me stick my hard extra limb into your tiny hole and then slam it into you repeatedly because I love you.