#serene clarke

[i-know-the-endss]

“sydney healing era” this and “sydney deserves a happy ending” that

i need sydney clarke to go batshit crazy. i need her to rage. i need her to let herself grieve and be angry and destroy everything in her path - until she ultimately finds peace.

[skooogen]

I CRAVE a sailor moon x superbat AU.

Tuxedo mask / prince of earth loses his parents in a car crash and forgets his memories. the only thing he remembers is his mission to find the legendary silver crystal / the princess aka sailor moon *cough* bruce *cough*

Sailor moon, princess of the moon, destined to be with the prince of earth. Her mom, the queen, sent her to earth after the moon kingdom was destroyed *cough* Clark *cough*

[grayrazor]

What’s your favorite space adventure story set entirely in one solar system, without commonplace interstellar travel?

[celticcatgirl2]

No Freaking way….

Fanart:

https://www.deviantart.com/gosaginay/art/Goku-x-Sailor-Moon-899529411

[pricelesscinemas]

film: serenity (2019)

(context: we know what it looks like, but it’s not a suicide scene! the character just got into a fight and wanted a bath but is now on the verge of death LMAO)

[ketchuplaser]

"Whew! It's about time that we get to have a girl's night out."

"Not too often that we're together of Beaumonde at the same time."

"And on Open Mic Night?"

"Lucky?"

"Is that-"

"Doc from Odin's Raven? Pretty sure."

"Between her and Peter Lane, they've got a regular band going." Shawna Monroe of Odin's Raven, Adella Clarke of the Coyote Azul and Felicity Unger of Roanapur Station. For Draw Everything June 2023, AdorkaStock 's ongoing art challenge. Plenty of time for anyone that wants to participate to stretch their artistic muscles! *all Chinese is based off actual Firefly/Serenity dialogue, so my bad if something is not quite right*

[lexa-griffins]

Normally you warn teens about using protection and not their parents. I guess clexa forgot the memo 🤣

Lexa and Clarke are constantly reminding their kids to wear protection. They hate hearing it because they are teenagers who don't want to talk about their sex lives with their moms but clexa have fostered a pretty sex positive environment in their house.

A little too positive if you ask them 😅 but Lexa and Clarke, at the time when their kids were small, tried for a third. After a lot of nothings they got tested and they were told the chances of them having another baby were very slim, so they stopped trying, and every other time that they were laxed about birth control nothing ever happened so it eas really not a worry on their mind.

Well, surprise! 😅

[adamwatchesmovies]

Serenity (2019)

Serenity is goes off the rails so spectacularly it's fascinating to watch. This is not your typical “so bad it’s good” movie. It looks great. The actors are convincing. There are no technical errors to ridicule. The problem is writer/director Steven Knight, who thinks he’s made a movie so smart, so clever and so deep its surprises will have you picking your jaw off the floor. This movie is not smart; it’s preposterous. My advice? First, watch the trailer. It does a fantastic job selling the picture. Knowing nothing else, just go in, and wait. You'll learn that "surprising" does not equal "good".

Baker Dill (Matthew McConaughey) makes a living taking rich tourists fishing for sharks, swordfishes or other aquatic monsters. Lately, he’s become unhinged due to his obsession with “Justice”, an elusive giant tuna. His Captain Ahab-like antics have pushed him to the edge of bankruptcy. Then, his estranged ex-wife comes knocking. Karen (Anne Hathaway) offers Baker $10 million to kill her abusive husband, Frank (Jason Clarke).

While watching, it’ll be obvious something’s not right. Frank, for example. He’s a one-dimensional monster. In every scene, he’s giving his wife poisonous and threatening looks, getting drunk, talking about frequenting underage prostitutes, or otherwise proving himself to be wholly irredeemable. He is not a human being. He’s a cartoon. Similarly, other characters act strangely. Constance (Diane Lane) pays Baker for sex, there’s a strange bespectacled man (Jeremy Strong) who looks totally out of place and is constantly trying to catch up with Baker to give him something. You wonder what kind of place Baker is living in. If the man had any sense, he would jump on the $10 million offer even before learning his son (Rafael Sayegh) is receiving regular beatings from his stepfather. She could’ve given him $1,000 and he would’ve eagerly done it but not in this movie. So what’s actually going on?

In a twist, we learn this whole scenario exists within a video game. No one has any free will - except when they do, more on that in a second. Their actions are pre-programmed. This explains why Baker is obsessed with that fish, why Frank is an enemy you should have no qualms about killing, etc. Everyone is broad on purpose. That doesn’t really matter. Warning someone that the offensive thing you’re going to say is offensive does not make it acceptable. Acknowledging that a joke is unfunny does not make it funny. It gets even dopier when Serenity tosses the idea of free will into the mix. If Baker kills Frank, the teen who programmed the game will kill his real-life father. I guess the logic we’re operating on is that violent video games you make yourself can inspire real-life violence? It makes no sense.

Serenity drops a bombshell of a revelation on you and then lingers on it. All this gives you is enough time to realize just how dopey a story this is. As a cherry on top, it introduces another last-minute twist that’s in no way shocking or surprising, particularly considering everything we just saw means nothing in the end. You'll wonder what everyone involved was thinking. (January 24, 2020)

[kingofjacks]

tag keeper + bios

Beathan ; The Creator + Ethereal ; agender, they/them, pansexual

Seren ; The Many + Ethereal ; agender, they/them, unlabeled

Ciar ; ? + Ethereal; nonbinary, it/its, unlabeled

Mazodel ; The Watcher + Ethereal ; genderqueer man, he/any, bi

Riley ; The Knight ; agender, she/her, grayrose bi

Enoch ; The Archer ; trans man, he/him, aro ace

Seltzer ; The Page ; nonbinary, he/they, pan gray-ace

Lyss ; The Queen ; trans woman, she/her, pan

Callan ; The Wizard ; man, he/him, gay

Clark ; The Guide ; trans man, he/him, gay

Guy ; The Hunter + Ethereal ; man, he/him, gay

Hazpaz ; The Teacher ; genderfluid, he/she/they, queer

Hearty ; The Historian ; agender, he/him, aro ace

Eggwish ; The Engineer ; genderfluid, ey/em, lesbian

[noeljpenaflor]

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Country Rose 2

Warnings: age gap, power dynamics, creep behaviour, other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

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Enjoy, my loverlies.

It's like a movie. The fields of tall corn and swaying wheat, the cows in the distance, the sky swirling in shades of pastel blue. It's a rustic portrait of a bygone time. You lose yourself in the serenity of it, swept away in a daydream despite the tickle in your nose.  

It isn't until the truck jerks to a stop and Clark cranks the gears into park that you return to earth. He grabs his hat from the dash and puts it on, shading his eyes from the sun as he gets out. 

You look out the windshield and close your dry eyes, trying to find an ounce of moisture. He comes around your side but you have your door open before he can get there. You hop down from the height as Clark retrieves your bag from the back. 

"Ma will be happy to meet you. She's been excited," he says as he waves you towards the porch of the farmhouse. 

"Oh wow," you gape up at the double storey house in awe. "This place is huge." 

"Too big for just us," he agrees. You tramp up the steps and to the door, hesitating as you get ahead of yourself. He reaches by you to pill back the screen door, "go on." 

You enter and look around. He puts your bag on the wooden bench as you sidle towards the wall. He removes his hat and puts it on a hook next to a stained flannel. 

"It's a farmhouse, you can keep your shoes on," he directs, "hey ma," he calls over your head as he points you past the staircase. "Back." 

You head down towards the open archway and step into a spacious kitchen finished in walnut and brass. A woman stands at the island, shucking cobs of corn. She smiles at your entrance and drops her handful. 

"She's here," she bleats and scurries around the counter. She's frail despite her energy, "oh, lovely." 

You're put off as she hugs you and you stand stalk still as you let her. She then embraces her son as he clears his throat. She backs off, smoothing her steely hair with knobby fingers. 

"My mother, Martha," Clark introduces as she touches her hip and backs up to the island. She leans on it subtly, "ma--" 

"Oh, I know," she trills your name, "it's so nice to finally meet you." 

"Uh, yeah, er, thanks," you sway nervously. You didn't realise it was such a big deal. 

"I'm gonna get her settled, you need anything?" Clark intones as he hovers close behind you. 

"Everything is perfect, honey, everything," she beams at you, "now everyone's here." 

You smile sheepishly and peek back at Clark. He beckons you after him as he leads you back down the hall. He has you go upstairs first and the stairs creak beneath him as he grabs your bag and follows. 

"Just down this way," he points you to the right. 

You take his direction down to a room near the end. You push inside and and he puts your bag in the wooden chair near the door. Everything is so pretty and tidy. A plaid quilt is draped at the end of a neatly made bed and there's a carved wardrobe against one wall. The rug matches the curtains and a table with a vase of flowers stands near the window. 

"Oh, it's cute." 

"Ma wanted everything ready for you," Clark says, "she gets lonely when I'm off working." 

"Uh, yeah," you stop by the bed and turn back to him, "so I'm going to be helping her?" 

"Sure, yep," he hooks a finger in a loop on his jeans, "she's had some difficulties since pa passed. She's not as... fit as she once was but she's stubborn. You can help her with the cleaning and cooking. Make sure she takes breaks," he explains as he frees his thumb and combs back his hair. "She does the listen to me and I can't keep an eye on her all the time." 

"I'm sorry, that must be hard," you frown. 

"Not to worry, there's another field hand. I just figured we could use someone in the house since Lenny left." 

"Right," you try to smile, "well, this is so nice and thank you for picking me up. I was a bit nervous." 

"Nervous?" He wonders as his cheek dimples. 

"It's a bit desolate out here," you chuckle, "when I got off the train I thought maybe it was the wrong place." 

"Ah, yes, it's a bit... lonely but it's peaceful," he says, "I'll let you get unpacked then and maybe after you can check in on ma? I don't want her doing all that alone." 

"Sure," you bounce, frenetic after so long sitting. 

He grins at your buzzing energy and backs up, "let me know if you need anything." 

"I'm good," you assure him. 

[orchidniins]

Finally Home | George Clarke

Summary: Where George is finally home after a long 2 weeks on tour. Pairing: George Clarke x gn!Reader Warning: Fluff Word count: 950+ A/N: Thanks anon for this request! How the writers block has been eating away at me this week. This ones short, but longer one coming out next Monday. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it!

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George had been away for what felt like an eternity, though in reality, it had only been a couple of weeks. Had you gone to one of his and Max’s shows a few days ago? Yes. Did you still miss having him around? Absolutely.

You were maybe a little too excited for today. Despite having to work all day and missing the final Useless Hotline show in London, you were thrilled at the thought of having George back home tonight.

You were wrapped up in a soft blanket on your couch, a Netflix reality show playing on the TV as you tried to pass the time before George got home. The warmth of the blanket and the gentle glow of the TV lulled you into a relaxed state. The exhaustion from the day began to take its toll and despite your best efforts to stay awake, you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

George had just returned from the after-party, and he couldn’t wait to see you, to sleep next to you in your own bed. Quietly, he stepped into your apartment, expecting to have you run into his arms, only to be met with a sight that made his heart melt. He placed his bags gently next to the door before walking towards you.

He found you, his partner, asleep on the couch. The low sound of the TV played softly in the background. You were cuddled up in a blanket, your features delicate and serene. He thought you looked incredibly beautiful, even more so in the soft, warm glow of the TV. Your hair framed your face perfectly, giving you an angelic appearance. You looked so peaceful in your slumber, so utterly beautiful, that he couldn’t help but smile.

George crouched down next to you, taking a moment to simply watch you. He brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and loving. Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, the light touch causing you to stir awake.

You blinked your eyes open, a bit groggy from sleep, and were met with the sight of George’s loving gaze. Your heart leapt with joy, and a sleepy smile spread across your face. "George," you whispered, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you sat up, feeling an overwhelming rush of happiness.

“Hey, love,” George whispered back, his voice filled with emotion. He couldn’t resist pulling you into a tight embrace, holding you tight. "I missed you so much."

You hugged him tightly, burying your face in his neck. "Missed me? I just saw you in Bristol like three days ago," you murmured, your laugh muffled but filled with love. "But I’m happy to have you back with me." You inhaled his scent, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you.

George pulled back slightly, smiling with a crinkle in his eyes, looking oh so handsome. “Well, I’m all yours now,” he said, his eyes sparkling with love. “You have all my attention.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips. “Good, because I’ve missed you too,” you said as you caressed his cheek.

George leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips lingering on yours. As he pulled away, he sat down on the couch next to you, and you two began talking, catching up on everything you had missed. You laughed as George recounted all the amusing and memorable moments from the tour, listening intently while cuddled up next to him, tucked under his arm, reveling in the warmth of his presence.

George sighed contentedly, "Nothing beats being back here with you."

"Aww, don't lie," you teased. "It must have been fun having all the ladies fawn over you at your shows."

George grinned, "I'm smart enough not to answer that... and even smarter to say I love you."

You laughed, "I love you too." He leaned in and placed a slow, tender kiss on your lips, and you leaned into it, missing the feeling of his lips on yours.

His gentle hands caressed your waist as you shuffled closer on his lap, straddling him. Your lips met in a kiss, starting off slow and tender. George lightly pecked you on the lips, murmuring how much he had missed it being just the two of you. You pressed yourself closer to him, earning a groan from the sudden movement.

He began to kiss down your neck, finding the spot he knew made your knees weak. You felt him smirk against your skin as you let out a soft gasps, his lips leaving sweet little nibbles. The sensation made you moan softly in his ear, which was enough to get him going.

His lips attached back on yours and the kiss grew heated, the passion between you intensifying. George suddenly felt like there was too much space between you, and he tugged you closer to him, his hands roaming under your shirt, the contact making you gasp into his mouth, the heat between you growing as you both became consumed with each other, lost in the burning touch.

Your hands roamed his body, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt, your fingers tracing the lines of his back. Both of you poured all your emotions into that kiss, scared to pull away from each other. Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging slightly, causing him to groan deeply.

George was the first to pull away. “I think we should move this to the bedroom,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire, his eyes dark with lust.

You nodded, breathless, and the two of you stood up, never breaking contact as you made your way to the bedroom. Neither of you wanted to be apart for any second longer.

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A/N: Thanks for reading guys! I'm trying to get through all my pending requests now that I'm back. Check out my other fics and oneshots here. Not working on any new requests currently but feel free to drop into my asks for a chat! 😊

[blughxreader]

Platonic Yan!Superman

Summary: An afternoon-in-the-life of Superfam's kidnapped darling CW: post-kidnap, chains. relatively tame, Clark is a good daddy. ambiguously aged reader. ft, mommy lois. WC: 624

When it comes to you, Clark's strength and self-control sit in a precarious balance.

It takes monumental discipline not to break people's ear drums from the blast-off towards home or to flatten Smallville's crops when landing too suddenly. The frenzied excitement at seeing you after a long day makes him forget his powers, but he's generally mindful.

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Clark landed in a gust of air that rattled the house, hand on the doorknob before the windows even vibrated. It took him a second to remember to be human.

Clark inhaled deeply through his nose and went through his checklist.

Human strength?

Breathing?

Feet on the ground?

Calm and collected?

Warm air and the delicious smell of dinner greeted him like a hug. Clark took a step inside, carefully measuring the weight behind each step until he comfortably distributed his usual 235 pounds. Tension bled from his muscles when he narrowed in on your frantic heartbeat upstairs.

"Hi, baby," Lois called from the kitchen.

Clark migrated towards her voice, spotting Lois at the table with her head ducked behind her computer screen.

"Hi, you." Clark smiled.

His eyes skirted over the pot of soup simmering on the stove as he walked to the table. With feather-light fingers, he guided Lois's face up for a kiss. Comforting serenity did away with the last of his nerves, and Clark took a second to appreciate how perfect his family was.

They parted, faces lingering close.

"So..." Clark started, voice an absent hum. Your heartbeat seemed to echo through the house, but Clark knew only he could hear. "Mind if I ask how your day was, then get back to you in a few minutes for the answer?"

Lois rolled her eyes with a smile, pushing his chest away. "Go on, you awful worrier."

Shooting her a sheepish grin, Clark hurried out of the kitchen towards the stairs.

Finally. Clark worried about you at all hours of the day. Thoughts of you escaping or accidentally hurting yourself were an ever-present concern, despite his thorough precautions. Worrying wasn't all he did, though. Clark also just longed to see you.

Clark's foot landed on the squeaky step, followed by your sharp breath from down the hall.

It was no secret that you didn't want to be a part of their family, and Clark understood. He did everything to make himself as predictable and gentle as possible, hoping that one day you would be happy to hear him come home.

Clark carefully approached your door, listening to you move. Thumpthumpthump, your pulse fluttered.

Rasping a knuckle on the door, he said, "Kiddo?"

He didn't wait for an answer. Time slowed as the door slid open, revealing you in all your precious glory.

You were sitting at your desk, back straight and hands in your lap. Despite your fear, your face was as pleasant as you could make it, save for the small quivers in your tight smile.

Clark’s eyes crinkled from his smile. “Hey, kid. I missed you.”

“Hi,” you said meekly, rising to greet him.

Clark crossed the room with more speed than he intended and swept you into his arms, pulling you off your chair. The chain around your ankle rattled at the disturbance.

Your shaky arms wrapped around Clark's back, and his heart swelled with love. His sweet kid. His unending joy.

Clark kissed the crown of your head, drawing out the hug for as long as possible. He looked out your window, seeing sunny, blue skies past the iron bars that caged the glass.

Now that he thought about it, it was beautiful weather on the flight home.

Clark settled you down on your feet, arms still wrapped around your small frame. With a smile that matched the sun's light, Clark asked, "Want to sit outside and wait for Jon's school bus?"

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[batmanlovesnirvana]

— How Faith Shapes Superman’s Identity | analysis

SUPERMAN is best known for his incredible superpowers, such as super strength and invulnerability, but an often overlooked aspect of his character is his faith. This belief system plays a crucial role in shaping his moral compass and can even provide practical advantages in challenging situations, giving him an edge over other non-believing heroes like Batman, who also may not share the same convictions.

Though Superman was created by two Jewish writers, he was raised by Jonathan and Martha Kent, a Christian couple who instilled in him a sense of morality and ethics. However, Superman's faith is not rigidly tied to any specific religion. Instead, based on his extensive experiences as a superhero, he believes in a higher power or a God-like force. This broader spiritual outlook allows him to reject specific religious doctrines, such as the concept of Hell, which he doesn't believe exists. Interestingly, in Jewish teachings, Hell—or "Gehinnom"—isn't seen as a physical place of eternal suffering but rather as an intense feeling of shame for one's misdeeds. This spiritual anguish, a temporary state, serves to purify the soul. This concept resonates with Superman’s beliefs, acknowledging a higher moral accountability without subscribing to the idea of a punitive Hell, subtly nodding to his creators' Jewish heritage.

This belief becomes particularly significant in *Batman/Superman: World's Finest #3*, written by Mark Waid and illustrated by Dan Mora. In the story, the villain Felix Faust traps Superman, Batman, and Billy Batson in an illusion designed to mimic Hell. The illusion is so convincing that Batman struggles to cope with the experience. In contrast, Superman remains calm and composed. His serenity allows him to see through the illusion and identify Faust's location, ultimately disrupting the sorcerer's magic.

Superman's super-hearing aids him in pinpointing Faust's position, but his composure stems from a deeper source: his conviction that a benevolent God would not create a place of eternal torment like Hell. This strong belief prevents him from being psychologically manipulated by Faust's magic. For Superman, the idea that Hell does not exist is a fundamental part of his worldview, which gives him clarity in situations where others might falter.

This incident highlights the practical benefits of Superman's faith, especially since he is typically vulnerable to magic. Magic users often try to exploit heroes' fears, but Superman's strong conviction acts as a shield against such psychological attacks. Unlike Batman, who, despite being an atheist and not believing in Hell, still falls prey to the illusion, Superman's firm belief provides a unique form of resilience. This suggests that merely not believing in something isn't enough; it takes a strong and positive faith to withstand such deceptive tactics.

Superman's religious beliefs are a key component of what makes him a remarkable hero. While his physical powers allow him to confront threats far beyond the capacity of ordinary humans, it is his unwavering commitment to justice and morality that truly defines him. Without this deep-seated faith, Superman might be more susceptible to believing in a punitive and unjust concept of Hell.

Even if future storylines in DC Comics depict his son Jon as an atheist, it is evident that faith remains a core aspect of Clark's character. Superman's belief in the non-existence of Hell not only strengthens his resolve but also serves as a vital tool in overcoming villainous deceptions, proving that his spiritual beliefs are as significant as his more tangible superpowers.

A.N : any other opinions are welcome. Don’t hesitate to leave a comment or reblog, I would appreciate it :)

Also should I do the same for Bruce/Batman ?

[pmamtraveller]

VENUS DE MILO | 150-100 BC |

THE VENUS DE MILO is a masterpiece of ancient GREEK art. Despite missing her arms, this marble statue exudes grace, beauty, and timeless elegance. The sculpture represents the idealized female form of classical antiquity.

The sculpture displays several characteristic HELLENISTIC traits, such as the twisting pose of the body and the sensuality of the figure. The drapery cascades softly around her hips and legs, emphasizing her feminine curves while also concealing her nudity. The statue was originally decorated with jewels, as evidenced by holes in the head, ears, and upper body.

THE VENUS DE MILO'S facial features are delicately rendered, with a serene expression that exudes a sense of inner tranquility and beauty. Though her arms are missing, the statue's enduring allure lies in its ability to captivate viewers with its enigmatic beauty, inviting interpretation and contemplation.

Scholars speculate about the original context and purpose of the VENUS DE MILO. Some believe she may have been created as a representation of the goddess APHRODITE, while others suggest she may have been a portrait of a mortal woman or even a COURTESAN. Regardless of her original purpose, it remains an enduring symbol of feminine beauty and grace.

KENNETH CLARK describes the figure as "the last great work of antique GREECE", and "of all the works of antiquity one of the most complex and the most artful....[the sculptor] has consciously attempted to give the effect of a 2nd-century work, "while also using "the inventions of his own time. "