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bombusbombus · 1 year

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It is vitally, vitally important that Clark Kent is boring.

I don't mean 'boring' in an inherently bad way. A desk job is boring. Data analysis is boring. Due process is boring. All of these things are imperative for a functioning society but almost nobody will ever be praised for them.

When my car got stolen a year ago, the guy who took it stole a bunch of other stuff too. I was sitting with a cop in a backroom of the campus police station for almost an hour while he was doing paperwork (to make sure everyone would get their stuff back), and at one point he looked up at me and he said, "sorry about this. It's not all shootouts and car chases like on TV."

And I almost said, "well, due process is sexy" (I didn't, for obvious reasons). But he looked surprised when I told him I thought due process was pretty cool. Like nobody is supposed to think due process is cool. Things are only cool if they're glamorous or flashy.

The guy who stole my car was horribly addicted to meth. The sheriff told me, "you should press charges so we can put him away for as long as possible."

The sheriff was lost in a world of heroes and villains. He was the "hero." The addict was the "villain." But the person who helped people was the guy at a desk, who went back over the mile long paper trail and returned every stolen item to its owner. The important stuff is when some guy in an office writes an algorithm to save endangered whales, or when the third double blind test finally shows sufficient evidence for the efficacy of a new cancer treatment. The goose that actually lays the golden egg almost never cackles.

This is why the 'Glasses' comic is so important, to me. We live in a world which glorifies exciting acts of heroism but not "boring" ones. We live in a world that thinks people like Clark Kent aren't important, when they're often doing the most important work, solving the systemic issues, saving people who aren't lost yet. Sometimes we need firefighters, but in a perfect world, we'd only need safety inspectors.

And sure, Superman is necessary within the story. There are disasters and villainy he can prevent. There are lives he can save. But being Superman is ultimately a terrible sacrifice, and if the heroism wasn't necessary he'd be Clark Kent all day. That's what makes him not a cop: he's not enjoying the car chases and shootouts. He avoids letting things get 'interesting' at all costs. He avoids glory.

The comic Strong Female Protagonist (by Brennan Lee Mulligan and Molly Ostertag, BRING IT BACK) has several fascinating pieces of philosophy on superheroes and society, but my favourite is this:

Kal-el, living solar battery, isn't just someone who contributes to society from the outside or the top. He plugs away at boring, everyday kindnesses just like other humans. (This can make for great contrasts with Lex Luthor, who is the epitome of a light bulb person and could never understand why Superman would want to be a battery.)

Clark Kent is boring. Clark Kent plays things by the book. Clark Kent is sexy in the same way that due process is sexy, and any character who thinks the Clark Kent side is 'less than' the Superman side, is textually a goddamn idiot. "No glory save honour" and he will always have both.

#I can't find that post about how Americans glorify short acts of heroism but not long term ones #god tier trope is when someone likes Clark better than Superman #It's interesting. I was just reading all star superman #and a parallel I noticed was that Lois doesn't like Clark as much as Superman because he's clumsy and weak #because she has that weird lightbulb-centric american attitude going on #whereas Luthor likes Clark MORE than Superman BECAUSE he's clumsy and weak #because Luthor associates 'battery people' with 'being an exploitable resource for ME'#and BOTH of them are WRONG #gnashing my teeth crying on the floor etc etc #superman #clark kent #dc #posting this WITHOUT EDITING ARE YOU READY BOYS #IT IS PAST MY BEDTIME #anyone else out there read sfp #is it ever coming back #they were so close to finishing it #that comic shaped my whole brain

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strawberrryangel · 6 months

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THEY’RE GAY!!!!! ONE’S AN ANGEL AND ONE’S A COWBOY AND THEY’RE GAY!!!!!!!

#it is past my bedtime #almost 2:30 am #i need to go to sleep #but i also needed to remind everyone that they’re gay #and in love #and married #and dating #and boyfriends #and husbands #etc etc #but you already knew that #destiel #supernatural #spn #strawbsposts

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jeetlebeetle · 4 months

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I typed this so no one has to suffer through my Bad Hand Writing xD

tldr: Wally has secrets!! his friends want to Know the Secrets because they Love and Care about him!!! Horror(ish) AU contains some horror elements!!!! Comic Maybe???

#ok now i must Go to Bed #it is Past My Bedtime #thank you if you actually take any interest in this and read that whole monstrosity!!!#welcome home #my art #wally darling #welcome home au #sweet dreams au

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moshangevents · 5 months

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HO HO HO-LY HECKITY HECK THE MATCHES ARE OUT!!

Go check your emails! If you haven't seen anything from us in your inbox or spam folders, DM us immediately!

#moshang secret santa #moshang events #it is past my bedtime #will senpai ever come back from the war

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mintywolf · 1 year

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This is a mistake.

It might be a different room, as Lady Vex’ahlia promised, but the scene is still the same. The long, laden table (although the food is being brought out in courses rather than arrayed before them in a banquet to demonstrate the sumptuous largess of the hosts). The six companions dressed up alongside her (although they are certainly a more eclectic group than before). The lord and lady of the castle side by side at the head of the table (although their expressions are tighter, tireder, human).

At the far end of the chamber the fire blazing in the massive hearth breathes light and warmth across the room, but she can’t stop shaking. Under the table she fists her hands in her skirts. But even with her eyes closed she can still see the candlelight sparkling on crystal glasses. She can still see the array of polished silverware lined up as straight as the row of castle guards standing at attention along the wall. She can still see the feast laid out before her, an obscenity of luxury in that time of privation, smell the savor of roasted meats and the buttery richness of bread so fine it’s like pastry and the burned-sugar sweetness of a brandy-soaked cake, taste the decadence of it like bile in the back of her throat.

A jingling of bells and strum of lute strings. A trio of minstrels is regaling them with songs from faraway continents. An illusionist in a diamond-patterned cape is spinning pretty little cantrips, turning the flutter of a white silk handkerchief into a bell-shaped lily into the outstretched wings of a dove, taking flight up to the ceiling where it falls as a shower of rose petals.

But it’s just Mr. Pock O’Pea, shaking out his napkin to tie it around his neck. And that isn’t a bard tuning an exotic instrument, it’s just Fearne running her finger around the rim of her water glass. And over there, that’s just dear Trinket settling his old bones to warm by the fire, not the poor captive bear that was chosen to play him in an unknowing pantomime. Slowly she unclenches her hands from her skirt. It’s all right. Her friends are here around her. She can do this.

(Continue on AO3)

#critical role #critical role fanfiction #imogen temult #laudna #imodna #southerngothic #fake marriage amnesia au!#still going!#it is past my bedtime

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skipping-through-the-meddow · 1 year

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Touch me like you want me

#skin #aesthetic #green aesthetic #under the covers #it is past my bedtime #kiss my ass #chefs kiss #undies

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immoralfag · 8 months

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coming downstairs at 2am aged ten and finding my dad sitting in the dark looking at me like this

#trump mugshot #mugshot #donald trump #it is past my bedtime

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belonglights · 7 months

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I am always thinking about this email

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jayhalsteadsimp2019 · 1 year

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Home Chapter One: New Beginnings

In This Chapter: Lyla gets a new foster placement and isn’t sure what to expect.

TW: None? Idk

Word Count: Over 1k

Authors Note: Hi! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted (idk if you care but anywayyy) but yea. Idk what to say really lol

Not sure when the next chapter is coming out but yea

Anyways, enjoy!! (:

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“Do you have everything?” Annette asked Lyla as she tied her bag.

“Yeah.” Lyla replied, slinging the bag over her shoulder.

“Alright. Ready?”

Lyla sighed, “Yeah.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

As Lyla followed Annette through the house she’d lived in for a few months, she knew she had lied. She wasn’t ready, even though she told herself she should’ve seen it coming.

This family was one of the good ones, so good that Lyla had actually let herself believe this would be the one.

That was a mistake Lyla had made many times before, and every single time she felt let down.

Uneasiness rushed over her as she exited the house, reluctantly making her way to the car that was waiting for her.

She didn’t know where she was going to go, she didn’t know who she’d go to or what they’d be like.

What she did know was that she didn’t have a choice, and she probably never would.

She slipped into the car, putting the bag on the ground beside her seat and buckling her seatbelt. A moment later, Annette answered the car, buckling the seatbelt as the driver started the car and began driving.

As they drove, Lyla thought about the possibilities of this next placement as she watched the cars beside her. To her, there were three outcomes- good home, bad home, or forever home.

She wasn’t sure if she could call the first two homes. Her definition of home, even though she knew she had never experienced one, didn’t describe the outcomes. To her, a home was a place of safety, a place where there were people who she could go to with her deepest, darkest secrets, a place where she could be loved.

She told herself she needed to refer to the first two outcomes as placements because that’s what they were. The places Lyla was sent to never felt like homes to her, even the good ones, because they would get rid of her anyways, and if family was required to make a house a home, it wasn’t a family because a true family wouldn’t get rid of her.

That’s what made the term home for the first two options invalid, because they let her go. They gave up on her. They didn’t want her. They didn’t love her. She wanted a place where she wouldn’t be given up on, where she’d be wanted, where she’d be loved. That’s what a home was, that’s what family was, and the possibility of forever was what Lyla longed for.

But, she knew that wouldn’t happen. She was thirteen, nobody wanted a discarded teenager who had been in the flawed system since she was four. If someone had wanted her, she wouldn’t be sitting in this car, being taken against her will to a place where she didn’t know what would happen.

What she did know was that this “home” wouldn’t be the one, or at least that’s what her head told her.

Her heart, however, told her that maybe, just maybe, this could be the one, that this would be forever, that she'd finally be loved and wanted.

That’s the constant battle she faced, the battle between her head and her heart. She didn’t know which one to follow, but most times, she followed her heart, and that’s a mistake she’d made too many times.

“That house on the right.” Annette told the driver, drawing Lyla out of her thoughts. The driver nodded, pulling over to the curb in front of the house and putting the car in park.

Annette turned to face Lyla, “Ready?”

Lyla sighed, grabbing her bag, “Yeah.”

“Okay.” Annette gave a sympathetic and reassuring smile as she opened her door, Lyla reluctantly opening her door and stepping out of the car, shutting the door behind her.

She studied the house as she followed Annette up to the door. It was a decent looking house that looked like it had two stories. On the outside, it appeared to be a happy home.

But, from her previous experiences, Lyla knew you should never judge a book by its cover, or in this case, a house by its front yard.

Lyla took a deep breath, trying to calm her growing nerves as Annette knocked on the front door.

After a few moments, a man came to the door, and Lyla studied him as he opened the screen door and stepped outside.

He was pretty tall, his hair was a light red and his eyes brown. He wore a gray long sleeve shirt paired with jeans and appeared to be in his early to middle thirties.

“Hey, come on in.” The man kindly greeted, holding the door open for both Annette and Lyla. He gave Lyla a kind smile as she walked in, Lyla giving a shy smile back as he closed the door behind the three of them.

Lyla studied her surroundings as Annette checked everything over with the man. The house was pretty nice on the inside, it was clean, which was normal since she had just arrived, and it seemed pretty cozy. Even though she got the impression it could be a good placement, she knew it would be better not to assume this so quickly, because it usually didn’t work out.

“You must be Lyla.” The man said as he and Annette came back, drawing Lyla out of her thoughts. She looked up at him as he gave her a small smile, “I’m Austin.”

He held out her hand for her to shake, and she shook it, giving him a polite smile.

“Do you want to follow me to your room?” Austin asked, apparently not wanting to force Lyla into doing anything.

“Okay.” Lyla agreed, Austin nodding his head.

Austin led Annette and Lyla down a hallway and to a room at the end of said hallway. He opened the door, allowing Lyla and Annette to enter.

The room was really nice, it had a bed, dresser, closet, some shelves, which actually amazed Lyla. To Lyla, even a door was a luxury, but the fact that the room was this nice and she didn’t have to share it blew her mind.

She allowed herself to feel a small amount of hope that this could be the one, even if it was just the first day.

“Alright. I’ve seen everything I need to see.” Annette started, “I’ll be back in three weeks for a house visit, which is standard protocol.”

“Sounds good.” Austin replied, giving Annette a polite smile to which she returned.

She checked her watch before looking up, “I better get going. I’ll see you guys in three weeks.”

“Okay. Have a good evening.” Austin wished as Annette exited the room.

“You too.” Annette called from over her shoulder, turning and leaving the house.

Austin turned his attention to Lyla, “Do you want to wash your clothes before putting them away? That way all of your clothes will be clean and we won’t have to do it later.”

“Okay.” Lyla agreed, looking up at him.

“Okay. Do you want to follow me to the laundry room?” Lyla nodded her head.

Austin gave her a warm smile, “Okay. Right this way.”

Lyla grabbed her bag and allowed Austin to lead her to the laundry room, where he showed her how to use the washer and dryer and how much detergent and fabric softener to use. He allowed Lyla to do it on her own, and was about to leave, but stopped in the doorway.

“Also, my son Justin will be home in about a half an hour. Do you want to meet him today or would you rather wait?”

“Can I meet him today?” Lyla asked, because she figured it would be easier to get it over with sooner than later.

“Of course. I’ll leave you alone now.” Austin gave her a smile before leaving, making his way to the kitchen.

As Lyla put her clothing in the washer, she reflected on her experience in this placement so far.

As of now, this placement was on the good side. There were a few things that Lyla noticed but the thing that stuck out the most to her was that she seemed to have independence. Austin gave her a choice and didn’t force her to do anything, which was obviously a good sign since independence was nonexistent in bad placements.

Once Lyla had put her laundry in the washer, she went back to her room, throwing her bag away at Austin’s suggestion. She stayed there, deep in thought, until Austin knocked on the door.

“Hey, can I come in?” Austin asked, wanting her to feel comfortable.

“Yeah.”

Austin opened the door, standing in the doorway, “I just wanted to let you know that Justin’s here and dinner’s done. Do you want to eat with us or in here?”

“Can I eat with you?”

“Of course.” Austin held the door open as Lyla got off of the bed, making her to the door. She then followed Austin to the dining room, where Justin was sitting, looking down at his phone.

“Justin,” Austin started, Justin looking up at him, “This is Lyla. Lyla, this is Justin.”

“Nice to meet you.” Lyla greeted, giving Justin a small smile.

“Nice to meet you too.” Justin returned the greeting before looking back at his phone.

“Justin, put the phone down.” Austin instructed, Justin giving an attitude but still obeying. Austin turned his attention to Lyla, “Where would you like to sit?”

Dinner went well, the three of them making some small talk as they ate. After that, Lyla finished her laundry and went back to her room, wishing Justin and Austin a good night on her way there.

As she lay in bed under the covers, she looked up at the ceiling, thinking about how that day went.. It actually went better than she expected, so well that even though her head told her not to, she allowed herself to follow her heart and imagine the possibility that this could be her forever family. Even though she had been hurt so many times by doing this, she decided that maybe, just maybe this time her heart wouldn’t fail

Now that she no longer had to worry about meeting her new foster family, there was only one thing she had to worry about: starting school the next day.

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*Finish*

I hope you enjoyed! Not sure when the next chapter is coming out but yea

P.S.- kinda realized I say but yea a lot... anyway

#one chicago #one chicago fanfic #one chicago imagine #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead fanfic #will halstead fanfic #foster care #it is past my bedtime

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