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excuse me for stating the obvious but like. james gunn outright calling superman an immigrant and doubling down on it when he got backlash (because he IS an immigrant, that's the point of superman) + the in-movie dialogue of "aren't you going to read me my rights?" "you're an extraterrestrial, son. you haven't got any rights to read." + the violence of his arrest and how they torture and mistreat him unapologetically, all under the guise of "protecting america", in a film releasing during the onslaught of violent ICE kidnappings and abuse... yeah it's really no wonder right-wing knobheads are crying about this being woke. they're being forced to look directly at the reasons one of the most notorious heroes of all time would not be on their side. and that's only ONE of the reasons this movie covers

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(Superman Spoilers)

Lois Lane ragebaits Superman during an interview, pours half a container of sugar into about 4 ounces of coffee and dictates an article taking down lex luthor while driving a hovercraft. They nailed her. We are so back.

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god this movie was so amazing

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#I don't know how many more "He gets it" I have left in me

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while holding his face gently: you're an idiot

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I need several hours of Quiet Time each day or i become the worst person alive

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Time travel shenanigans where Bruce gets sent back in time to when he was a teen but he keeps all his memories. Somehow he finds himself in Smallville, Kansas and decides to ask for help of the sweetest people he has ever met—the Kents.

Clark is not home when he approaches his parents. Their son is an alien, and Clark has told him all about the weird things that went on in Smallville during his teen years, surely they’ll believe he’s from the future and a close colleague of their son if he can prove it.

To his relief they do believe him. After Martha basically force fed him peach pie and Jonathan was one moment away from dragging him to the barn once he mentioned that, in the future, he’s a frequent visitor and knows the secret to fix the tractor when it’s acting up, the door finally opened and the most gorgeous Adonis of a boy Bruce had ever seen comes through the front door.

“Hey ma, hey pa!” Clark greeted with the most devastating smile.

And Bruce is speechless because he had always found Clark gorgeous, obviously—the ring on his future self’s finger proved it—but his hormonal teenage self wasn’t handling it very well.

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Driving lessons gone wrong

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I really do love that Batman is supposed to be this super strict and tough badass who has his rules and doesn’t budge on them for shit; to the point where unless they get express permission, the metas that literally make up his superhero team and closest companions aren’t even allowed to step foot in his city.

and then his kids come along and his entire backbone just falls apart at the seams.

Tim, walking into the cave and interrupting an online JL meeting: sorry just grabbing the bleach!

Bruce, pausing: what do you need bleach for?

Tim: oh, Jason killed another guy and wants help with the cleanup.

Bruce:

The JL, who know Batman as the strict ‘no kill guy’:

Bruce:

Bruce: …but just one? he only killed one, right?

Tim: yeah.

Bruce:

Bruce: bleach is over there

JL: ?!?!?!

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Superman, video calling Bruce: i know you don’t allow metas in Gotham, but there’s a crossover between a job i’m on in Metropalis and a deal i believe to be going down in Gotham, so i was hoping that-

Bruce: no. send me the case, i’ll sort it. stay out of my city.

Superman: Bruce-

Duke appearing in the background of the call: B! COME LOOK AT THIS SHIT, I FIGURED OUT A NEW WAY TO USE MY POWERS!

Bruce: that’s great, chum! I’ll be right there!

Superman:

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Batman: I will not have guns in my household.

Damian: you understand that both Pennyworth and Drake have firearms in the manor, correct?

Batman:

The JLA:

Batman: when did Tim get a gun?

Damian: when Todd took him and I to a shooting range and gifted us them.

Batman:

Batman: …you have a gun too?

Damian: i do.

Batman: but not in the manor right?

Damian: of course not.

Batman: oh thank g-

Damian, pulling out a handgun: i keep mine on me

Batman: oh my god-

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"cringe culture is dead" ok but does that include ppl you find ugly, ppl who are into hobbies or fandoms you find weird, ppl w kinks you find odd, autistic people who dont fit your standards, mentally ill people who dont fit your standards, 12 year olds having fun, 30 year olds having fun, furries, fat ppl who dont fit ur standards, or is it just conventionally attractive alt ppl who fit the beauty standard. answer quick

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got a giant and i mean GIANT fresh-squeezed strawberry lemonade at the farmer's market today. i'm talking like a full quart with a straw in it. very delicious. five dollars. nice. as i was leaving, laden with vegetables, a young man waved at me and asked where i had acquired my immense beverage. and after i pointed him toward the stall and informed him of the various prices and flavors, he looked toward the sky, basketball shorts flapping in the breeze, and bellowed to the heavens, "oh i am gonna SLUUUUUUUURP that." happy slurp that saturday everyone.

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Clark didn’t think Bruce meant it when he invited him to stay the night. He packed light: just a toothbrush and an “I ❤️ Kansas” tee.

He’s given the east guest suite, which has a fireplace, a bookcase full of first editions, and a bed large enough to land a plane on. Alfred politely refuses his offer to help clean up after dinner.

At 2AM, Clark hears a knock. It’s Damian.

“You’re loud when you sleep.”

“I—what?”

“You snore like a dying walrus.”

Clark is still processing this when Jason appears with popcorn. “Movie into the media room. Bruce passed out with a glass of scotch and ‘Casablanca’ queued up.”

Clark ends up with five kids sprawled over him by dawn. Bruce wakes up, sees the pile, and pauses. He’s got Cass sprawled all over him, Dick painting his toenails a terrifying pink.

Damian puts a hand over Clark’s chest, sipping easily from Bruce’s abandoned glass of scotch.

“…He stays.”

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Me: “The food webs we try to teach children and the public are too simple to get the point across. Why do they never bother to show the more intricate relationships between specific species? It can’t be that hard to represent with basic teaching tools... I’ll make the thing!”

The thing:

Me: “....I get it now.”

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colors of the sky.

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I'm glad that people are still having fun on tumblr even after we found out about the frightening ghoul that reblogs posts but doesn't say anything