#Surrendering Control

[optimalmastery]

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[the-most-humble-blog]

🛡️ WHEN LOIS MADE A GOD KNEEL — The Simping of Superman A Blacksite Literature™ Breakdown of Superman II, Male Frame Loss, and the Weaponization of Female Approval

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It starts with a cape and ends with a crawl. Superman II isn’t just a movie about three intergalactic tyrants trying to take over Earth. It’s a film about what happens when a god gives up his sovereignty to please a woman who never respected the man — only the mask.

And that’s where we begin.

🧠 THE FIRST RED FLAG? SHE NEVER LIKED CLARK.

Let’s get one thing straight: Lois never “fell” for Clark. She investigated him. Suspected him. Tested him.

And why? Because the dorky journalist with minimum-wage energy and awkward posture couldn’t possibly be enough to satisfy her arousal profile.

She didn’t stumble onto his identity. She chased it — and not out of love, but infatuation with power.

“Clark, you seem… different.”

Yeah, because the real man is hidden behind the costume of the weakling she’d never f*ck.

🎯 NIAGARA FALLS: WHERE “NERDY CHAD” STARTS TO LOOK GOOD

Lois throws herself off a railing. She literally risks death — because she’s so sure Clark is Superman. That’s not romance. That’s a test.

And what does he do? He saves her covertly. Classic.

But that’s not the part that should’ve sent warning bells ringing. It’s the moment when, while cleaning in the hotel room, she suddenly starts to see him.

Why?

Because Clark starts leaking power.

Posture shifts. Cadence cracks. She smells something off-brand — and in women, that always means on-brand arousal.

This wasn’t about “love.” This was about the Chad math checking out.

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🔥 THE FIREPLACE: THE MOMENT HE F*CKED HIMSELF

He trips. He lands in a literal fire. Doesn’t burn. Doesn’t flinch.

She stares.

He stands up like nothing happened.

And instead of holding frame?

Instead of saying “Keep guessing, Lois.”

He says:

“F*ck it, you nosey broad. Happy now?”

And just like that? The fall begins.

💀 THE GHOST DAD SAID NO — BUT SIMP ENERGY PREVAILED

We get to the Fortress of Solitude. We see Kryptonian ancestors — literal cosmic hologram royalty — tell him not to do it.

���You give up your powers… you will never get them back.”

But what does Kal-El do?

He listens to the emotional pull of a woman who loved the god, not the man.

He surrenders his power. Not for justice. Not for peace. Not for purpose.

For Lois. The same woman who never kissed Clark Kent until she realized he wasn’t Clark Kent.

Let that sink in.

🧤 DE-POWERED AND DISRESPECTED IN A BAR BY A TRUCKER

Now he’s human. Now he’s “equal.” Now he’s vulnerable.

How romantic, right?

Until he goes into a diner and gets his ass handed to him by a truck driver named “Rock” who calls Lois ‘sweetheart’ and backhands him into a pinball machine.

You know what’s worse than losing a bar fight?

Losing one when the woman you gave your powers up for is watching.

He bled in front of her. He got stomped. She comforted him.

But deep down?

Her nervous system disconnected that day. She knew the god was gone.

🧊 THE WALK OF SHAME TO THE FORTRESS — NORTH POLE EDITION

He limps. Literally limps back into the frozen tundra. Bare-handed. Broken. Human. Defeated.

He walks back to apologize to the ghosts of his ancestors for letting pssy override destiny.*

Because meanwhile?

Zod, Ursa, and Non — literal cosmic fascists — just walked through the White House like it was a DMV.

They made the President kneel. They were broadcasting world conquest in real-time. And where was Superman?

On his “I think I made a mistake” arc.

😈 ZOD DIDN’T WIN. LOIS DID.

Zod may have conquered the White House. But Lois conquered the soul. And in many ways? That’s worse.

Because Superman didn’t get manipulated by force. He gave it away with open consent. He chose softness. He chose mortal love over immortal legacy.

And in doing so?

He betrayed the divine archetype of masculine frame — for validation.

👁️ SUPERMAN IS THE MAN. CLARK IS THE MASK.

That’s what Lois never understood. She thought Clark was the “real him.” She thought she was peeling back layers to find authenticity.

No.

Superman is the core. Clark is the containment suit.

Superman is who Kal-El is when he isn’t hiding for your comfort. Clark is what he wears to be acceptable to a species that doesn’t deserve him.

And Lois?

She didn’t fall for the man. She fell for the illusion of taming the man.

🩸 THE LESSON? NEVER LOSE YOUR FRAME FOR LOVE.

He was warned. He ignored it.

He walked into a chamber that removed his genetic dominance. For romance.

He hollowed out the legacy of an alien god king so he could lay in a bed next to someone who only touched him once he could fly.

And the punchline?

The moment he got his powers back? She couldn’t keep him.

🕯️ BECAUSE HERE’S THE UNSEEN TRUTH:

Lois never loved Kal-El. She lusted for Superman. She tolerated Clark. She thought she could make them merge.

But when Clark folded, when Superman gave up his heritage?

She got what she wanted. And it wasn’t what she needed.

And that’s the story of 80% of modern relationships.

🧠 SUPERMAN II IS A CAUTIONARY TALE. NOT A LOVE STORY.

It’s a myth.

A reverse Hercules. A power-to-pleasure downgrade wrapped in red tights.

And what’s worse?

It ends with a magical kiss that erases her memory.

Which means even the screenwriters knew:

No woman could respect a man who gave up godhood for her insecurity.

��� TL;DR:

Lois never loved Clark.

She loved the status of proximity to Superman.

He gave up his powers for her.

Got bodied.

Came crawling back.

Fixed the world.

Erased her memory so she wouldn’t remember how hard he simped.

And people call that romantic.

No. That’s propaganda. That’s emasculation with a cape. That’s frame loss with special effects.

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[fluffylord]

Malcolm Tucker + GQ Material THE THICK OF IT | S04

[isurrendertoclones]

Post-war, the Corries not really Getting spontaneous weather

“THE WORLD IS ENDING!”

“Honey, no. it’s just rain.”

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“Oh, it’s supposed to rain tomorrow.”

“We’re going to the beach, they can just reschedule it!”

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“What do you mean ‘weather predictions’? You just…tell the weather people what weather you want, right?”

[red-garden]

Liu Qingge is a service dog right up until sex. At which point he will lay down on his back as though he cannot move, oh, he is so tired and old, he is a senior dog, he needs to be taken care of and bought special food for his hips. His muzzle, his muzzle is grey, can’t you see? He is a powder sugar old man who cannot do anything.

[baskiet]

'I Rush To The Start'

Analogue collage 2025

© Pascal Verzijl

[incomingalbatross]

I'm trying out another kindle unlimited author, recommended by a friend from school, and currently I am halfway through the first book of a trilogy trying to process "why don't I care about this protagonist" into something actually halfway analytical.

I think there's SOMETHING there about the difference between a powerless character (fine and cool) vs a passive one (hard for me to get invested). Even or especially if the character has the power to DO very little, I think creators need to show them caring about things! Making judgments! Having internal lines drawn or goals their limited choices are driven by!

But this MAY just be my definite personal bias toward liking characters who enter the scene with strong moral convictions.

[karinhart]

mind control is something that can actually be so romantic,

(ID in alt)

[lilithnights02]

The uncontrollable urge to expose myself, just because a man has power over me and controls my body, proves that my mind is controlled by my cunt.

[messangerforthestars]

“We need more morally gray characters” you guys can barely handle topaz and jade.

[poetrylandx]

You got me doing things I never thought I would do.

You awaken my deepest instincts,

Exploring parts of me, so dark and raw.

There’s an undeniable attraction, I just cant resist,

You turn me on with nothing but your presence.

I feel it, a pulse rising, throbbing deep between my thighs as my eyes meet yours.

You know how to seduce me -

And yet, I sense the way you falter near me.

Show me how much you desire me.

Make my reality eclipse any fantasy I’ve ever dared to dream.

I want your hands entwined with mine again,

While my lips wrap around your hard length,

Eyes locked,

Breathing in your hunger as I take you deeper,

Losing myself,

Letting go of everything but this moment,

Where moans escape from my lips,

As I finally taste the heat of your skin -

Mmmhh…

I am in my power,

In my energy,

Unchained from moral, from reason.

You set me free.

Fire lived within your kiss,

You had a way of melting every part of me,

Until all that’s left

Is desire.

[carpethedamndiemdejavu]

[baskiet]

'Trying Not To Crack'

Analogue collage 2025

© Pascal Verzijl

[saintsesce]

thinking about evan rosier with an amputation kink in the way his brain just sees an interruption in the human form or a deviance in body parts one expects to exist & the incompleteness ignites a certain sexual impulse within him that he, ever in his cogent mind, could not make of rational sense but that it simply is. meanwhile barty crouch jr who forever craves and fantasizes losing a healthy limb to serve his own mental body representations as he could only ever feel fully his self in destroying a part of him; a factoid he relays with all the sense a seemingly cohesive mind can.

[currentlyonstandbi]

george lucas should have left this scene in the final cut because it slaps HARD

[rain-rainynights-side]

Let thyself fall into surrender; It is the most beautiful kind of control A poet could wield