(Duke getting woken up early [two in the morning])
Duke: Wait, why is this an all hands on deck thing?
Batman, on comms: A man by the name of Lord Death-Man has escaped custody and needs to be apprehended. He killed every hero in Japan before coming here, and poses the same threat here.
Duke:
Duke: You're serious, right?
Batman, over comms: Excuse me?
Duke: You trained all of us. Some of us, me and Claire, have powers. You are richer than God himself. How is he a threat?
Batman:
Batman, still on comms: He killed superheroes.
Red Hood, behind Batman on comms: Japanese heroes are pretty weak! Duke has a point! He's no match!
Spoiler, from farther away (on comms): Jay! Stop hurting people with the truth!
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Can My Attention-Span Get Any Worse?
Well this is embarrassing. I need to clear my head, because it's become too clogged with thoughts I don't want. I've been forced to take so much input that not having any input into my head makes my brain cry out for it. It got used to it. Cycles become comfort. Comfort becomes discomfort. Discomfort becomes wailing, and my brain wants a pacifier.
I think it's important to be honest with ourselves when we're feeling childish, or when we're feeling insecure, or when our egos are getting a little too high for us to maintain. I don't do too well if I'm ever off of an even keel, but I manage to get some good writing done.
Sobriety hasn't been kind. I miss my soft drugs, and the cigars certainly didn't help. I'm trying to recover from so many little demons at the same time that I feel like it's all going to fall apart at once.
"At least I'm not smoking cigarettes"-I tell myself, consoling myself with the coping fact that I'm not like my parents, but cutting it off before I manage to admit that I'm actually functioning worse than they were at my age.
Not blaming everyone else for your problems is a difficult subconscious task to master. I've lost touch with reality more than a few times this past week, completely sober. Days disappear into unemployment, and I've vowed to myself to enjoy my short time, almost like a mini vacation. With so much being expected of me within this past year, I've been crumbling to keep up.
I've been making ends meet. I need to look in the mirror and tell myself I'm okay, and actually believe it. It's become so difficult.
Forty-five minutes on. Fifteen minutes off.
I've been working on my content, the things I create to present to other people. I haven't decided if I want to be quietly, intimately-creative, through hobbies; or if I'd like to be bombastically-widespread in my creativity, reaching as many people as possible.
I suppose I should make a decision, it's going to affect a lot of my career going forward.
Forty-five minutes on. Fifteen minutes off.
I feel an intense pressure in my head at 3:45 in the morning, as I'm writing this. I'm trying not to lose control, which is a tall order when you feel your deck is as stacked as mine.
In any case, it doesn't matter. Whinging online was popular twenty years ago when we were all first still getting the hang of this shit, but now, we're better. We're tired of it. Only universal, unanimous truths to the human condition will ever see the light of day, and even then, it still might not happen if you hit the unlucky stroke of time.
Forty-five minutes on. Fifteen minutes off.
I tell myself it'll be okay. I know I'm lying. This is life, this is reality. True, unshaven, unfettered reality. Nothing can be done about it. My "it is what it is" meter is almost full, because most people would like to think they're plagued with the visions of how the world is, but also tangentially, how the world could be.
I guess I should slow it down, take it easy... not put pressure on myself, my legs have stopped shaking in a seated position, so I'm calmer. I'm at my most insecure when I'm tacking away at the keys, creating something that I deem valuable. Who am I? Another speck in the universal soup that doesn't matter. These words do not matter, have never mattered, and will never matter.
Forty-five minutes on. Fifteen minutes off.
Time to get back to what I was writing. It's all I'm good for, anymore.
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I don't know how I feel anymore. It's like I have gone numb and sometimes I just feel indifferent towards everything. I am afraid, I am unable to feel the kind of love I felt before -- that kind of love I felt for you.
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Prompt 100
“What are you, a Kent?”
It’s a saying in the world of the supernatural. A well-known one even. See, several, many generations back, no one quite knows when, the Kent family managed to run afoul of a particularly nasty creature who laid a curse upon them. The original wording, no one quite knows either, but the gist, everyone is aware of. For no firstborns will be born to them before they already have one.
It was supposed to be airtight in a way, a curse that would end the entire bloodline really. For a child to exist before they could have a child? How could that be?
Well. That curse had… backfired. It had backfired massively. Most, at least back when blood was everything, didn’t exactly ponder things like adoption to those outside of their own bloodline. The Kents however, lived in a very simple village, one that had disease spread through it often back then, leaving families childless and children parentless.
What were they to do but take them in? And so they had a son, many sons and daughters even, before their firstborn. Now of course, most would simply dismiss it afterwards. After all, that was the end of the story, isn’t it?
Well, no. See, the curse was a family-line curse, a just in case perhaps, that meant that each generation could not have any children until they had children. Perhaps it should have ended there, but well. It didn’t.
Kents are a strange breed in the world of the supernatural, known for having a… bit of an adoption problem. If any child or babe were to be left near their land, one can be assured the family line would take them in as their own.
Fae, demon, human, changeling, satyr, cyclops, half-breeds, werewolf- it didn’t matter. A Kent would gladly pick the child up and raise it as their own. And now, they could add aliens to that long, long list in the family line.
And really, perhaps with this context, is it really surprising that when one Clark Kent, said alien, opens his door to a basket on his doorstep holding a trio of godlings, he takes them in with no questions asked?
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Ok, I know we're all still talking about the Bowuigi face grab, and don't get me wrong, it's a great scene and it deserves to be talked about, but I want to talk about my favorite scene in the movie
The Brother's Reuniting:
If you watch it, you can see Mario pull Luigi down, and press their foreheads together, before they hug. There's a battle going on right next to them- but they're only looking at each other. Holding each other, staring into the other's eyes, and just proving to themselves that they're okay.
They had to spend the entire movie apart, and in this scene, it's obvious the toll that this has taken on them. Mario even mentions in one scene that they've never been apart this long- and it happens in the middle of a new world and kingdom that they've never seen before? In the middle of a war? While one of them was locked in a dungeon, and about to sacrificed in the name of a forced wedding?
It's horrible for them, they're both on the brink of breaking down this entire movie (mostly Luigi, but Mario had his moments) and in this moment, right after Luigi almost died, where they're finally reunited, they don't care about anything elae in the world more than they care about each other.
Mario and Luigi need each other, no doubt about it. And it's not a one sided thing either- it's not cowardly Luigi needs big brother Mario to protect him- its Mario and Luigi cannot exist without each other.
I could go on for hours about how this movie shows just how much Mario needs Luigi, and I WILL, but not tonight (but probably tomorrow.).
Just, ugh, this scene was so good, and so meaningful. It's absolutely going down as one of my favorite scenes in cinema
ALSO:
LOOK HOW HAPPY THEY ARE TO SEE EACH OTHER
LOOK AT THEM
MARIO IS ON THE VERGE OF TEARS, AND LUIGI IS GRINNING SO HARD
JUST-
UGGGGGGGGGHHH
NOBODY TOUCH ME 😭
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