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Hey, guys. It's me again, here once more to become feral over a man not only too old for me, but also fictional. However, this time, it's not an animated character.

No, instead, it's the beauty Christopher Reeve as Richard Collier in Somewhere in Time. A movie that so intensely altered my brain chemistry to the point where I truly may never be able to find a man to meet my always rising and already near-impossible standards. Melodramatic, I know, but if you read this post and then go watch the movie, you'll understand.

Now, I've been a Christopher Reeve girly since watching all four Superman movies back in middle school. That man is an absolute blessing on the eyes and if he were still alive today, he'd be one of the hottest older actors, on the same level as Harrison Ford, Sam Elliot, Kurt Russell, Eric Roberts, Mark Harmon, Micheal Keaton etc. A beloved household name, but definitely someone that younger people would still keep a close eye on.

But after this movie --

holy shit, this movie 😩😩😩

-- my feelings for this man completely skyrocketed, which may make my opinions on this character heavily biased.

But anyway, let's get a move on.

***SPOILERS AHEAD***

Somewhere in Time is a movie about a playwright named Richard Collier (Christopher Reeve) staying at the Grand Hotel after suffering from writer's block. During his stay he becomes taken by a picture of the actress Elise McKenna (Jane Seymour) from 1912 that hung in the hotel's historical room. Completely enraptured, he goes on to find any and every article he can on her life, feeling this innate need to know everything about her. Later, he finds out from an old college professor that he could time travel back to her through hypnosis and from there, their love story ensues.

And holy shit, does it ensue. I literally love everything about this movie. I love the actors. I love the characters. I love the romance. It is all just so good. But my absolute favorite thing about this movie is Richard Collier. (Most likely because it's Christopher Reeve and his performance was immaculate.)

But the way that this man yearns after Elise is just

That man knew that woman's worth and did not try to sell her short but instead kept raising his bid to win her over. He did not care about any obstacle that stood in their way. My man literally TRAVELED THROUGH TIME to be with her. (Looking at it from a science standpoint, the time travel, and overall timeline, is rather whack but we're not going to get into that.) He literally fell for her after seeing a SINGLE photo.

He loved her to the point of creation. The timeline is pretty fucky, but I fully believe that she was his muse even before he was conscious of her existence. This is solidified by the fact that he always kept the pocket watch he older self given him after the opening night of his play on his person. (Sorry, that was confusing to write out.) It was something he looked at everyday -- probably hourly or even more frequently depending -- almost as if he were looking at her everyday. I literally just can't --

However, one moment -- one moment -- within the movie is just so utterly, nauseatingly, overwhelmingly

that I cannot watch the scene just once. No, I have to rewind it at least twice -- if not more, depends on how I'm feeling -- because the way this man pleads for her to just give him the time of day is just

I literally cannot get enough of it. Neither can my best friend. If she's home and sees I'm watching this movie, she'll tell me to play this scene and/or rewind it because the yearning is just so good.

The scene for reference:

The way his face just changes from silly to serious to show her how much spending time with her would mean to him. And also the way he's just so soft with her. Too nervous to scare her off and lose his chance, he's just so aware and gentle with her, switching his tone and mood to match hers. Trying to emphasis his feelings in a way so curated to her. It's just so -- I literally can't.

Again, a lot of these feelings obviously come from the fact that it's Christopher Reeve and he was truly a phenomenal actor. He was professionally trained at Julliard after all. It's just the nuances in his performance. The way that every single movement or change in his tone are just so calculated to create this very specific experience. Because sure, they could've gotten someone else to play Richard, but it would not have even come close to Christopher's performance. I can say with my full chest that I don't think anyone else could have played this character as well as he did. The little details would just not be the same. Richard wouldn't be Richard.

Like, look at him -- LOOK AT HIM -- you can literally SEE the love and adoration that he holds for Elise, especially when he watches her perform. His eyes are glistening, he's slightly leaned forward to indicate his attention, his lips are pulled into the faintest smile as he tries to contain himself. This man looks like he might burst from the absolute fascination he holds for her. And again, I fully believe that Christopher is the only man who could give this to us in this particular film.

Though it had to be easy to act this out when you look at his costar, Jane Seymour. She was amazing as Elise. I loved her performance and her timeless beauty was perfect for this role. And her hair? Oh my god, it was so gorgeous. I wish my hair was that luxurious, but I digress. I feel that her effortless grace was perfect for this role and I couldn't imagine someone else as Elise. The chemistry between her and Christopher was perfect.

She was completely entranced by him but the restraint, the walls, she kept up to avoid getting hurt because of some vision was perfection. She was soft spoken yet strong, elegant yet messy, she was everything that Elise needed to be. And every time she and Richard were on screen together, you could literally see the sparks flying between them. There was no doubt about their characters being in love. The tension and pull were always there.

Sadly, this all comes to an end when he finds a penny from 1979 in his pocket, completely taking him out of the illusion the hypnosis put him in. Then this man literally DIES because he couldn't live without her by his side. And finally, they're reunited in death, which was not how I envisioned the movie ending but I can't say that I'm necessarily disappointed. I'm obviously sad that they didn't end up together back when Elise was at the height of her acting career as that would've been the BEST ending. Like, an actress wife with a playwright husband who is so inspired by her mere existence? Give me 20. However, I'm happy it wasn't just an ending where he then just went back to his everyday life. I don't know, I liked the ending in a weird way because the idea of two souls so intertwined that one can't live without the other is so tragically beautiful. It's very reminiscent of the "Broken Heart Syndrome" commonly seen in elderly couples. Again, I would've preferred them being together in life, but that was not in the cards 😔.

Anyway, I'll calm down now. I just really love this movie and wanted to write out my thoughts about it because it's been eating at me every time I've rewatched it. I highly recommend it if you like Christopher Reeve, it truly is one of, if not the, best performances of his career. (Something I wish we would've gotten more of 😭.) But it's also good if you just like romance movies in general.

Thanks for listening to me rant. Bye! 😚

Hell, here's some more Christopher Reeve as a parting gift.

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Holy shit, this song that I enjoy, "Gotham Love" by BAKGROUND, begins with a sound clip from what I have always assumed was Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon in some animated show. I was wrong, it was Terry McGinnis and Ten (Melanie Walker) in the Batman Beyond episode "Dead Man's Hand" at around the 14 minute mark. Image above is the visuals from that part of the episode. (Also, why can't I screenshot images from the shows I'm watching??? When did that become blocked?)

Simple information gained, but mind was blown whenever I actually heard the sample from the source material lol.

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Be Sweet - Chapter One

A/N: I'm so sorry for how late this came out 😭! I meant to post sooner, but I had schoolwork and medical school interviews. I also decided to make it multiple chapters, so here it is ☺️. I hope you enjoy!

The air was crisp; each stinging inhale filling Bruce's lungs with the obstinate reality of his languishing city. Watching the thick tendrils of smog billow from his nose to just dissipate into nothing only further reminded him of his failed efforts all those years ago. Every chip, every dent disappeared the instant he hung up the cowl. It was as if he'd never put it on at all. Like he had never existed…

Various technological advancements taunted him, making sure he remembered what forces were really in power, who was on the forefront to halt the city's progression. They acted as poorly wrapped bandages, Gotham's attempt to conceal its rampant crimes that continued to plague its streets. It seemed as if after every news report on a robbery, assault, or domestic attack there was word of a new gadget or building to draw citizens' eyes away from the travesties that surrounded them. Like a dog, they were being trained to ignore their realities and look forward to the occasional treat that would be tossed their way.

A gust of wind blew through and he shivered, shoving his gloved hands deeper into his pockets as he buried his nose further into his scarf. Ace's leash hung loosely around his wrist as the dog walked obediently beside him. Snow crunched with every slightly unsteady step, the sounding causing his jaw to clench and grinding his molars. He could already feel a tension headache building behind his eyes.

Poorly plowed paths left little room to walk. His shoulders bumped into almost every stranger he passed as he made his way through Robinson Park. As the city's infrastructure increased, the small outdoor spaces for citizens to relax slowly diminished — and so did the city's will to upkeep them. He would've brought his cane had he'd known the walkways were shit.

He paused as Ace sniffed a particular spot in what he assumed was snow covered grass. Though with the direction the city was heading, it could've been some new innovation to update the primitive areas within its perimeters.

His gaze trudged over the encompassing cityscape. The city in which he slaved over for years,nitpicking and agonizing over every little detail in his mission to make its streets safe. Despite his preference for isolation seclusion in his old age, he'd occasionally visit his old stomping grounds and ponder over whether his efforts ever really did make a difference. Did he ever inspire reform? Did he ever instill resilience? Did he ever really mean something to this city?

But every time, he'd come back, and without fail, he would witness one petty crime after another. Sometimes he'd even catch a glimpse of a larger, more organized illegal act — maybe something from the Jokerz or the Royal Flush Gang — forced to watch helplessly as he was now just some random face in the crowd. It was as if the city wanted him down, mercilessly barraging him with scenes he so desperately wanted to put a stop until he couldn't bear anymore. It had already forced him to break his moral code and now it was just mocking him as he settled into what he hoped were the last years of his life. The life he never really thought he'd live to see.

Sighing, he looked back to Ace, his eyes tracing over the mutt's silhouette. He was his only companion. The only thing he kept around after he walked away from the others when he hung up his cape. The only thing Bruce deemed worthy of keeping by his side as his once seemingly invincible body slowly decayed into a decrepit shell of what it once was. The only thing that saw him as what he wished himself to still be.

In the midst of his self loathing, something he'd found to be increasingly more frequent, a repetitive shout broke him from his contemplation.

"Sir!"

"Sir!"

"Excuse me, sir!"

Bruce turned to look at the figure lightly jogging toward him clad in a bright yellow winter coat that was a stark contrast to Gotham's naturally dreary aesthetic.

You stopped in front of him, breathing slightly erratic as the cold scraped down your throat and pierced your lungs. "S-sir, you… you dropped this." Holding up your hand, you revealed a hickory brown wallet. You gripped the object precariously — between the pads of your thumb and two first fingers — almost as if the Italian leather burned to touch.

Bruce blanched as recognition slowly settled in as he observed the item in your hand. His wallet. His hand tightened into a fist in his pocket. That was his wallet. His lips thinned as he snatched it from your grasp, hastily shoving it back into his pocket as he grumbled out a "Thanks." He couldn't believe it. The day had finally come where his mind has begun to slip as well.

Completely unfazed by his rather curt attitude, your gaze shifted down to the large and vigilant canine beside Bruce, interest slowly piquing. Pulling your headphones around your neck, you gestured to Ace. "He yours?"

"I'm holding his leash, aren't I?" His brows furrowed in annoyance. What kind of question was that? Were you stupid?

"Doesn't always mean he's yours." Your eyes thoughtfully examined Ace, a small smile spreading across your lips. "What breed is he?"

Bruce huffed, having hoped the conversation would have been over by now. You'd returned his wallet and he thanked you. End scene. There was no other reason you needed to further interact. Though he mildly entertained you anyway. "Dunno. I just found him in an alley."

"Damn," you muttered, "all I ever find in alleys are weirdos and dog sized rats…"

Not waiting for a response, you suddenly knelt before the mutt, holding out a hand reddened from the cold towards him.

"Wait, he doesn't really like—" Bruce's words died on his tongue as he watched his dog nuzzle into your palm after a couple sniffs.

"Aw, what a big baby." You cooed at him, your other hand coming to fully encircle his head in a gentle embrace. It was like shoving a square peg into a round hole. Cropped ears stood at attention, his warm and sleek coat almost soothing your chapped hands. "Such a handsome boy, aren't ya? Unfortunate about your ears, but you're still pretty."

Bruce simply stood there gobsmacked as he took in the sight of some stranger baby talking his 140 pounds dog who seemed rather privy to the high pitched praise and gentle affection.

Giggles escaped you as Ace gave your cheek a sloppy kiss, using her sleeve to wipe off the excessive slobber. You stood as you lightly patted his head. "What a good boy."

"You have no survival instinct." The words tumbled out of his mouth before he had time to register what was happening.

"Huh?" Your big eyes turned to him, blinking as you tried to understand the implication of his words.

"You openly approached a stranger with a large animal with absolutely no regard for the potential consequences the situation could have posed to you." He scolded you like a parent would a child. "I could've easily dropped my wallet on purpose to lure you to me."

"Did you?"

Bruce paused, momentarily taken aback. "Well, no, but the point still stands that I could've had nefarious intentions." He huffed, narrowing his eyes at your retort. "And besides, you're supposed to ask the owner before you pet their dog."

"You look like you would've said no." You shrugged as if that was a valid enough reason to just pet Ace without consideration for the dog's possible temperament that would've determined how the interaction played out. You'd deemed him friendly enough to approach.

He could feel a familiar vein pulsing in his forehead, a dull pressure slowly building behind his eyes as he pressed his forefinger and thumb into the sockets. He hadn't felt this kind of annoyance in a long time. "I'm going to walk away now."

You lifted your headphones back into place, nodding. "Okay, I gotta go anyway." You looked down at Ace, giving him another smile and wave as you began down the path again. "Bye, boy! Hopefully, I'll see you soon."

The old man's eyes lingered on your retreating figure, face pulled tightly into a scowl. A grumbled irritation slipped past his lips before he continued on his walk.

A/N: Again, I hope everyone enjoyed and thank you so much for reading! I'm still a novice at tumblr, but hopefully my posts will be more aesthetic with time. Also, I will be cross posting this on AO3 if you'd prefer to follow the fic there! I hope to get Chapter Two out in a more timely manner, but I'm about to graduate so I make no promises. Until next time ☺️!

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Roommate: Do you think I could just keep you and my boyfriend in separate rooms where I just go back and forth, visiting with both of you?

Me: That sounds like an insane asylum.

Roommate: But it'd be all expanses paid and you could watch Superman and write fanfic all day. Plus, there'd be a dog.

Me:

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When you and your best friend go to Build-A-Bear…

Lowkey SuperBat.

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So uh- when would that Old Man Bruce Wayne be dropping like exact time.

For no reason of course-

...I'll just need you to hand it over immediately please because I love how your brain works 🙏🙏🙏

My first ask? omg 🥰🥰🥰

So, it's in the preliminary stages right now. I hope to have something drafted by the mid to end of week and then get the final version out not too long after. Though this is as long as college doesn't kick my ass 😭. This final semester is brutal. Lemme outta here 😩.

But yeah, please don't be upset if it takes a little while. I promise I'm trying my best. Your ask did really motivate me though, so thank you 🩷🩷.

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Guys, I gotta be honest...

If this version of Bruce Wayne told me to get on me knees,

I'm down and tying my hair back. Absolutely no hesitation. I don't even need to be hit with sex pollen. He's enough.

You'd have to have Superman pry me away from this man. Sure, he's been withered by age and illness, but he can still get it. I mean, he's Bruce Wayne. The Batman. Despite his retirement, this man could easily throw or pin me and I would be begging for more. I'd gladly be tossed around like a rag doll by him. I'd allow myself to be nothing more than an outlet. Like, please, take your decades of frustration out on me 😩. No strings attached.

And, I'm sorry? Him with Ace? I'm swooning. A man with a soft spot for animals is one of my weaknesses. He may seem hardened and cold by the tragedies he'd witnessed, but his dog will get a smile out every single time. And the way Ace loves and protects him? You just know Bruce is so good to his furry baby 😭. Ace would be eating a raw food diet enhanced with every vitamin and mineral needed to keep him in top shape for as long as possible. His coat would be so shiny and his teeth would be so clean, both getting brushed daily. They would go on morning and evening walks around the garden, just soaking in the negative rays from Gotham's cloudy skies. And I'd be earning brownie points by getting this dog to love me. I would do anything for Ace. I love him so much.

And him glaring at me? Knees weak. I'm folding on sight. I love the authority. Thrive on it even. While I'm doing all the work, he'd be giving all the commands. Every single move would be directed by him. He'd be in complete control, able to level me with just a look. And the things he would say to me? He'd be degrading me during and praising me after. It'd be an emotional roller coaster but I'd always come crawling back.

I don't care what type of issues this might be a manifestation of, but I'm down bad for this man. And don't even get me started on Alfred-

That's it, I have to take matters into my own hands. I'm writing an xReader smut of old man Bruce Wayne. Let me know if you're interested, but it's happening no matter what at this point.

I also just wanna know I'm not alone.

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Come back, I have to tell you the plot of a fic I’ll never write and get you excited about it so we can all be disappointed with me later

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Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

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So, after going to see Sonic 3, my friends and I stopped at Walmart where I impulsively bought a cheap Red Hood figurine for obvious reasons. I go home, assemble him, giggling and kicking my feet as I express the ferality I possess for this man, then place him on my desk shelf. Later, while studying for an exam, I looked up to think and just-

Prolonged eye contact. (🎶prolonged eye contact🎶)

He is literally glaring down at me--not that I'm complaining. I have now decided to use it as motivation. He is threatening me to do my work.

Is it working? No.

Do I giggle every time I look up at him? Yes 🥰

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The batkids Sonic counterparts with no explanation:

Dick: Sonic

Jason: Knuckles

Tim: Tails

Steph: Sticks

Cass: Espio

Damian: Shadow

Duke: Silver

Babs: Perci

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not my usual stuff but remember:

if/when tiktok comes back,

it is not the same place. it is not the same. and most importantly do NOT under any circumstances forget that The Tangerine was the one who wanted it banned in the first place and he is no savior, he, like everyone else in government, is doing what benefits him.

DO NOT FORGET THIS.

pick up the patterns, look at history.

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Imagine an animation or edit of SuperBat to “Cupid’s Chokehold / Breakfast in America” by Gym Class Heroes because OH MY GOD IF THE LYRICS “But if I had to choose her or the sun, I’d be one nocturnal son of a gun” DOESN’T DESCRIBE CLARK’S PINING FOR BRUCE, I DON’T KNOW WHAT DOES.

Like, ugh, his power source is literally the sun but Bruce is a creature of the night and Clark would give up anything if meant that they would be together. Even if Bruce is like, “That’s stupid.”

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um men who are bigger than you and tower over you in every way possible but he's obsessed with the overwhelming intimacy of missionary sex. his whole entire body covers yours, and he loves the way it's almost like he's shielding you from the world, that the wanton expressions you're making and the way your body reacts is all for his eyes only. he can control how deep he fucks into you, can carefully watch the faces you make to see if he's hitting all the right spots. loves the way he can hold your hand as he thrusts into you; especially loves the feeling of every cell in his body going weak from how overwhelmed with his love for you he gets. the eye contact is the best and worst part for him; best because he loves looking at you, to know you feel the same, but worst because you always make him go weak in the knees. his arms can barely keep him upright, and he has to bury his face into the hollow of your neck and shoulder and-

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I needed to hear this omg thank you

hey writers & creators, because this is something i'm struggling with right now:

please still make your beloved stories even if someone else's is similar or more popular. your story deserves love too. i will die on this hill.

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Literally in love with this man oml

This frame single handedly made me turn my back on the mcu and pledge my undying love to Christopher Reeve’s superman

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Imagine an animation or edit of Batman getting ready for patrol to the intro of "If I Had You" by Adam Lambert. Specifically, Battinson. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

Also, replace "love" in the verse "All we need in this world is some love" with some random sound clip from The Lego Batman Movie.