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How dare someone say DC isn’t inspiring hope?! It is inspiring hope in a world where finding hope is hard. Superheroes shouldn’t enter a universe when everything is okay and be the source of rising tension and problems, they should enter the world when people have nothing else to believe in when they need inspiration!
The DC universe starts with Clark Kent being a hero in a world where people would turn against him. Clark Kent can’t find his place in the world, he is struggling with creating his own identity, but he is still saving lives. Lois finds him because everywhere he goes he saves people. The world is invaded and Clark is pushed as he would realistically to his breaking point (the destruction is the level it would be if a world ending fight had happened) the world is scared it needs hope. It needs superheroes to inspire. Criticize MOS all you want, everyone knows that if a being with God like powers showed up you bet your ass everything Martha feared would come true, but Clark still has enough faith in humanity to risk everything for it- how is that not hopeful?
BVS is apparently so dark, but the entire movie is about people who have lost hope regaining it. Clark struggles with being hated and feared, he struggles to deal with his sacrifice, as anyone would. He pushed himself to the breaking point for people, and yet they don’t trust him. Clark instead of breaking works hard to prove himself, he tries to be a hero for the world, to fit in. It isn’t easy for Clark, but it is worth it to him, Clark see’s enough good in humanity that he finds a reason to be their hero despite the fact that he doesn’t owe the world a goddamn thing.
Bruce has lost everything, he has lost his purpose, and he see’s the worst in Clark, as he see’s the worst in himself, and humanity. Bruce despite struggling with his PTSD finds a reason to trust again
because of Clark’s heroism. It’s Clark Kent’s embodiment of the most human principles (hope, trust, faith) that brings Bruce back from the edge. “Men are still good”
BVS shows heroes even when they lose hope can find it again. Diana is much the same, after a World War she doesn’t think that humanity deserves saving, but because she see’s a man with no power fight a losing battle, when she see’s a being much like herself risk everything despite being rejected she remembers why she fights! How is that not hopeful.
Suicide Squad begins with dealing with the fallout of Superman’s death, the world hasn’t simply gotten over it. However, horrible people, people who have no reason to trust each other, or fight for humanity, come together to save it because even the worst of us have the potential to do the right thing. The idea that no one is too far gone to save, that even with a bomb in your head you can choose to save someone you care about is shown. That is pure hope.
Hope is easy in a world where the hero can save everyone, hope is easy when people trust heroes from the start. But hope in a universe where your faith is constantly tested, now that is an achievement.
When you realize that Carly Rae was never actually "going to the Store," but would tell her bf that as an excuse so she could slip out and see someone else, and by "going to the Store" one last time, she’s actually walking out on him:
I just like adding extra stuff just because I can~ :P
Hurrah, I’ve finally figured out how to make GIFs that doesn’t go over the 2MB limit! I was getting frustrated but then I discovered that Photoshop can make things a whole lot easier– I can even put two scenes into one no problem! :D It’s a little bit faster than it actually is, but it will do!
I walked through the front door, immediately calling out Harry’s name and immediately disappointed
when I didn’t get a reply. I was almost
sure he’d told me he wasn’t working, and that he’d definitely be home by the time I
got back from visiting Mo.
I called his name again, but again I was met with silence.
“Hi Moggy!” I greeted her. “Where’s Harry?”
She didn’t even reply. I wasn’t sure cats could roll their eyes,
but I was almost convinced she had.
I stuck my tongue out at her before throwing my bag onto the ground and
sauntering towards the bathroom, a slight spring in my step before I opened the
The sight ahead of me rendered me speechless. Harry was in the bath, neck
snapped back over the edge, body soaking wet and hand gripped around his
length, tugging up and down and biting his bottom lip. He was only slightly
concealed by the bubbles that lay on top of the water, and the low lighting
given by the candles he’d lit.
“Holy shit!” I gasped loudly.
Harry freaked, the water crashing around him as he bolted upright, the tips of
his hair dripping as he attempted to rearrange the bubbles to cover some of his
dignity. It didn’t even matter that we were in
a relationship, there was still something that felt totally intrusive that I’d walked in on him in that state.
There were still a lot of lines that me and Harry were yet to cross, and this
was definitely one of them.
“Ren, fuck!” He was totally breathless, eyes wide. “You’re
“Is this what it looks like?” I gawped.
His chest was heaving as he looked at me, completely alarmed by my presence and
the thought of me seeing what I just had.
I watched his throat hitch before he spoke.
exactly what it looks like.”
“Oh my god.” I slapped my hands against my eyes. “Oh my god I’m so sorry.”
In an attempt to get out of there without my vision, I turned around and bashed
into the door, whacking my head harshly before I stumbled back into the rest of
The image of his pretty, pink head was racing through my mind, the way his body
had looked, tense and soaking. I couldn’t shake
the image of his large hand, and how it had seemed drowned by the size of his
I was pacing his flat when Harry appeared with a towel wrapped around his
waist, still looking like a damn deer in headlights.
sorry.” He shuddered.
“Why are you sorry? You’re
allowed to… do that, in your own house!” I squealed.
“I lost track of time. I… I wasn’t
expecting you home yet.”
wanted me to walk in on you.”
trying to torture me and you’re
succeeding. Holy shit.”
managed to chuckle. “I had
no idea you were going to… I’m sorry.”
“The only reason you should be sorry
is because I will never get that
image out of my head. Holy shit, Harry. You’re
He lips lifted, suddenly rather impressed with himself once he realised I was
flustered and horny rather than flustered and embarrassed.
I reluctantly allowed myself to look at him again, biting my bottom lip when I
noticed that the towel was so low that it revealed a tuft of pubic hair, his
body shape so perfect I felt like screaming.
“You wanna know who I was thinking of?” He groaned, throat tight.
“Don’t.” I shook my head. “If you’re
going to say me, please don’t because I’ll never recover.”
This was yet another occurrence where it seemed difficult to comprehend Harry’s lack of sexual experience. He
thrived off the way I saw him, my need for him, my desperate hunger. He
absolutely loved it. It helped him to become someone completely different.
smirked, pulling the towel away so that it unravelled from his body, and then
turning on his heel to head back to the bathroom. “I won’t say