#reporters gonna report

[landboundstar]

Fit To Print - Chapter 1

Title might change but part of a Superman AU fanfic to exorcise plot demons.

This AU is a gaslamp set genderbent Lois and Clark (Or Lewis and Clara as it were) set around 1900.

Taking inspiration from history and canon, but playing til I get a story I like.

No content warning for this chapter.

“Are you lost, miss?”

Clara turned, her skirt brushing against her boots, as she moved. And nearly sighed with relief to see one of the older newsboys there, his familiar face breaking into a grin.

“See if I bring you chestnuts the next time it snows.” Her voice slipped out of the proper elocution her teachers had trained her with and into the countrified cadence that was more common around the farm where she was raised.

The boy grinned over his stack of papers and saluted her with his cap before turning back to the bustling street to hawk his wares.

And it was time for Clara to go to work.

She reminded herself that it was time to write another letter home, her parents’ words of praise and stories about the farm and town and all of the people she knew back home still ringing in her ears as if she had just been talking to them in the farmhouse kitchen and not reading them over a slice of toast and jam in the lodging house where she had rooms. Then, she wove her way to her desk, greeting her colleagues as they wished her good morning.

Her colleagues.

Most mornings when she came into the Daily Planet building, she heard some version of the newsboy's question. And most were neither jesting or particularly friendly when they asked.

She belonged here. Just as much as the typists and typesetters. 

And they didn't pay her to just let her mind wander.

They paid Clara to find a story, follow it, and write it up. After all, she was a reporter.

She was typing, eyes hidden by spectacles as she glanced at her notes while finishing her most recent story. She reread it quickly, eyes scanning for errors, but her writing had no egregious spelling or grammatical errors. More than that,  it told the story about the attempts to sabotage the newly completed suspension bridge that spanned the water leading to Metropolis and the arrest of the saboteurs.

“Finished”. Clara sighed, and looked up to see her story pulled free from the typewriter.

“Nice work, Miss Kent. Good story.”

That might be true, but Clara was sure that was not why Lewis Lane was standing by her desk, reading her article. He was another reporter, and one who covered even more stories than she did. 

“The boss asked if we could both go into their office to discuss a story.”

“Both of us?”

“That was what I was told. Shall we?”

Clara took his hand and stood, following Lewis into the editor's office.

Behind her desk, Mrs. Perry- White sat, a brass plaque with the Daily Planet's image behind her. More than a mere figurehead, she was a formidable editor, and ran the newspaper that she had inherited from her late husband efficiently. It made the Daily Planet one of the city's most successful newspapers.

Even if some of her decisions raised eyebrows. 

Like hiring female reporters.

Still, Mrs. Perry-White had never treated her differently from any other reporter, either with praising her or pinning her ears back for a mistake. Or, as she had been told often enough,  “Your skirts, Miss Kent, do not write for me. Your hands and your brains do.”

It always made her nervous to stand before that shining wooden desk when called into the office though. 

And the next words did nothing to soothe her anxiousness.

“Ah good. Lane, if you would close the door.”

The wooden door clicked into place gravely.

Then, Mrs. Perry-White lifted her head and looked them both in the eye.

“I have an assignment for the two of you.”

[petitesmafia]

Chuuya's gonna land in yokohama like "hey stupid detective agency motherfuc— oh. uh? so it's uh. just like...the two of u now...or...?"

[teaboot]

Someone in this office just asked me how my day was going

And I said

Out loud

"If I have to deal with one more idiot today I'm going to punch them in the neck"

And they didn't laugh

So I walked away

Guys

Why did I say that

Why would I say that out loud

I'm a security guard

I'm going to lose my job

[whimsyprinx]

“people who don’t block and report bots are why they’re still here” actually staff not properly dealing with them theirselves is why the bots are still here, not people who got tired of having to block and report several bots a day

[expelliarmus]

[mikkeneko]

Don't want to put this on the post itself for risk of derailing it, but that post the other day about Terry Pratchett's early work really stuck in my mind. OP had sent in an ask saying that they heard some of Pratchett's earlier works had problematic elements (not unusual for a male english writer in the 80s) and they weren't sure whether to go ahead with reading the work anyway.

What I really want to ask that person, or indeed all persons who are hesitating over whether or not to read problematic works or works by imperfect authors:

What are you worried about happening, if you read a work with problematic elements?

I'm worried that if I read this art, I will run across hateful images or words that will shock or upset me

I'm worried that I will spend money on a work of art that then financially supports a bad person, and that thought makes me uncomfortable or upset

I'm worried that I will read works of art written by a bad person, and comment or react on them, and other people will see what I am reading and will think less of me because of it, or will assume that I hold the same bad beliefs as the author

I'm worried that I will read works of art written by a bad person, and I will enjoy them, and the author will find out about my enjoyment and feel emboldened to do bad things because of it

I'm worried that I will read works of art written by a bad person, and their badness will contaminate my way of thinking and make me a worse person in turn

Because these are all different answers and some of them are more actionable than others

[jakei95]

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[daily-haunted-tv]

Greeting! Cass here with your daily weather report! Today will be cloudy with a high chance of cat Pokémon booping you! It really is raining cats, but no dogs this time around! Keep your umbrellas ready as it will not be clearing up anytime soon today! This was Cass speaking with today's forecast, bringing you a very furry April fools ~

[swampthingking]

andrew’s definitely gotten in trouble with his pr manager for tweeting things along the lines of:

“no mania inducing medication will compare to the euphoria i will feel the day donald trump drops dead”

[justtrashperson]

The family grows

[papasmistakeria]

There's a joke I wanna redraw but I'm currently busy doing my thesis proposal so you get a shitty version of it

[sketchinventor]

❗❗YALL MAYBE THEYRE ONTO SOMETHING❗❗

Twtter - Bsky - Instagram

[imminences]

CHAR POSTERS. KATNISS EVERDEEN

if we burn, you burn with us.

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #37

Jazz knew she always wanted to help people. She just didn't know how to go about it. She had changed majors so frequently, her advisor had a set aside meeting time just for her.

But, eventually, she had found what she wanted to do. How she wanted to help. By being a reporter. She could bring awareness to a variety of issues, investigate things, and help people in a different way. It was perfect.

Now, here she was, her first day on the job at Daily Planet. Shouldn't be too bad, right?

[mamaluigi]

splatfest team chosen

og idea by @phillip-bankss