idk if i spell it right

based off of this vine

Idea for a Superman origin movie

built around two solid points:
1) Lois Lane is the lead character; and
2) The audience dose not know who is playing Superman going into the movie.

So the movie centers around a young Lois, who’s desperately trying to get a job as a reporter at the Daily Planet, despite a hiring freeze as the printed journalism business struggles to keep up, and despite the fact she has no prior journalism experience (at least, not outside of an expensive degree that has yet to start paying for itself). Even though no one at the Planet will even return her calls, she barges in in the middle of a work day, trying to get an interview. She bounces off a lot of people (a number of them tall guys with dark hair and nice eyes who she barely notices) until she tracks down Perry White, who tells her, sarcastically, that he’ll hire her on the spot if she can bring him a properly sourced article revealing the story Metropolis’s new hero, who just yesterday stopped a runaway train with his bare hands. 

She gets to work. Her friends tell her she’s crazy. Her sister bails her out of jail at least once (maybe a montage of times). Her father, General Lane, threatens disownment and/or military arrest. This “menace” broke a muggers arm last week, and is wanted for vigilantism. If she really does find out the identity of this man (who’s been gaining notoriety with every feat) and brings it to a newspaper before the military, her father would have to take action. (This country is his family, after all.)

But the more Lois looks into this ‘super man’, the more she likes what she sees. It’s hard without credentials, but she’s been collecting eye-witness reports for months trying to find the pattern to track; the pattern that everyone’s been looking for. She has dozens of interviews with police, and store owners, and caught criminals, but it’s in the interviews of the regular folk that she finds the pattern:

This man is kind. 

Every headline is about a larger-than-life figure who catches falling statues, wins chases with cars, and stops bullets with his pecs. In the words of the innocent people of Metropolis though, is someone else. Someone who flies broken cars to the shop from the highway during rush hour. Someone who takes a sobbing child from the scene of a bike accident and drops off a smiling one with their parents. Someone who’s been spotted leaving flowers by the headstones of the ones who didn’t make it out of that train crash. Someone who sits in a secluded corner of the park and plays chess with the old woman who’s husband can no longer leave the house. Someone who literally pulled a dog out of a river and a cat from a tree. 

So, to find the Man of Steel, Lois searches for kindness - and she finds it everywhere. She finds all the coats freely shed for someone cold. She finds all the grocery carts paid for by the previous customer. She finds lonely veterans offered a seat at the family table in restaurants. She finds hate symbols painted over with cute cartoons and symbols of love. She finds dozens and dozens of volunteers who help clean up and serve food and rebuild after train crashes and car wrecks and robberies. 

She finds Superman.

And then she finds a man in the park.

He’s not doing much, just sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. The copy of the Daily Planet on the bench next to him speculates on the dangers of super humans, as it has every day for the last two weeks. Some have even suggested that the Man of Steel is an alien, though those theories have only barely broken into mainstream. Whatever this man is worrying over, whatever weight is on his shoulders, seems much heavier than a newspaper, though. Lois hasn’t worried herself with the same issue’s as her prospective employer, either. Thoughts still on the group of teens she’s just passed, each promising to beat up on some boy for their friend, are still fresh on her mind, and she takes the spot next to the stranger on the bench.

He’s not a stranger, though. Lois recognizes him. She doesn’t know his name, but she saw him that day at the Daily Planet months ago, and she’s seen him across the police tape at scenes she’s investigated. He wrote today’s front page article: “Man of Steel, or Menace of Steel?”

He’s politely flustered when she sits down, and she promptly tells him that everything about his article - she’s already read it, of course - is absurd. She doesn’t care who “made him write it”, the entire thing is just plain wrong. She finds herself repeating stories she’s read and re-read at all hours of the morning. Stories of regular people who’d told her how they’d been inspired by Superman. How they’d taken leaps of faith toward recovery and new lives thanks to Superman. Teenagers have chosen to live because of Superman. She quotes sources, and sources of people, including herself, who have said that the city of Metropolis - maybe even the world - was so much better because of Superman.

“Superman?” the reporter asks.

“It’s just something I’ve been calling him. He’s got that big S on his chest, right?”

The reporter laughs. He hasn’t smiled the whole time, only looked at her with wide eyes. His smile is… nice. His glasses are dumb though.

“Yeah,” she admits, “it’s a dumb name.”

“No,” he says. A weight has fallen off his shoulders while she was flipping through her notebooks. He sniffles a bit. Lois had just torn into his article with all the fury she could muster, is he crying about it? No, he’s smiling, still. “I really like it. Have you written all this down?”

Lois Lane writes it all down. Her new friend (who proofread the hell out of it because Lois is driven as hell but can’t spell) Clark Kent turned it in to his boss. The newest headline reads:

The Story of Superman -by Lois Lane


She’s getting paid more than Clark in under a year. He just seems to be so distracted all the time. Maybe she should look into that…

Okay idk about anyone else, right, but from the few scraps we got about Helion in ACOTAR/ACOMAF I was expecting…a wildly different character. Like he was described as ‘Helion Spell-Cleaver’ and was from the Day Court with their thousand libraries and infinite knowledge. 

I was expecting this kindly, dusty ancient fae who takes 16 years to get out a single sentence and chips in occasionally on intense meetings with his Pearls Of Ancient Wisdom that makes everyone assembled hush up and listen to him because we must respect the elders when they’re this old and wise. 

What I got was a flaming bisexual, sexy toga wearing, powerful thigh displaying bastard who seems to have fucked half of Prythian. His dearest ambition in life is a foursome with Mor/Cass/Az, and he’s Lucien’s secret father like ??? I could not have been more wrong if I’d tried. 

HOLD THE QUIZNAK UP

hE SAID HIS MOTHER WAS HONERVA. IM FREAKING YELLING GUYS OH MH GOD ITS CONFIRMED HE’S HALF ALTEAN PAJSKEKDKSKS IM SCREAMING

BUT THIS NEW VIDEO RAISES A BUNCH OF QUESTIONS:

-WHY DID HE SAY ‘HONERVA’ (idk if I’m spelling her name right) AND NOT HAGGAR. WAS HE TOLD HIS MOTHER IS DEAD? ARE THEY HIDING HAGGAR’S IDENTITY BECAUSE SHE’S ALTEAN?!

-WERE THE HECK IS NARTI?!

-WHAT DOES HE KNOW ABOUT THE PAST AND WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PLANET DIABAZAL? WHY DID HE MAKE A SECRET TEAM TO BUILD THE PORTAL? WHY DOESNT ZARKON KNOW ABOUT THIS? WHAT DOES LOTOR WANT TO DO WITH THE QUINTESSENCE? 

-WILL WE GET AN EMOTIONAL SCENE BETWEEN LOTOR AND HAGGAR WHEN HE FINDS OUT SHE’S HIS MOTHER?!

SOME OTHER COMMENTS:

-zETHRID’S EAR SQUISH IS THE CUTEST THING ON THIS DANG PLANET SHES SO PURE IN THIS FRAME

-LOTOR LOOKED SO SAD WHEN THEY APPROACHED THE PLANET

-LOTOR IS CONFIRMED HALF GALRA/HALF ALTEAN AND IM CRYING BECAUSE THOSE THEORIES OF HIM UNDERSTANDING THE GIRLS AND CONNECTING WITH THEM ON AN EMOTIONAL LEVEL ARE MOST LIKELY TRUE

I CANT BREATHE SOMEONE HOLD ME

OH MY GOD

So my stupid ass over here just found some information out. In ACOTAR I thought the middengyrm wyrm ( idk how to spell it) looked like a freaking giant ass maggot! Like this!

IT’S NOT IT’S A FREAKING SERPENT THING! I’M SO STUPID I WAS PITUREING THAT  FLAILING AROUND BEING GROSS AND STUFF WHEN IT ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE THIS! (to an extent)

HONESTLY, I COULD KILL MYSELF RIGHT NOW. 

i mean i haven’t read kings rising in a while so my facts might be off but it just struck me how fucking ridiculous damens speech was for his trial. like, maybe most people put a case together with evidence and facts and witnesses and i realize that yes damen did eventually do that with Pascal.. But first he just HAD to Release His Gay like damen jfc u are more extra than laurent i swear. this is like being president being on trial w the supreme court like ‘umm ur honor i LOVE him like u dont understand how Gay i am and how tender & pure our love is therefore i am right sorry i didnt make the rules’ like damianos  c h i l l 

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y’all don’t know how many versions these doodle comics go through anyway deleted scene sketches where Gladstone ought by right to have been Blown To Pieces by a spell gone wrong but luck happens- Magica mildly fascinated about the fact he doesn’t have a hole through him like ‘idk whether to be relieved or super mad that it didn’t work’. edited out bc it didn’t fit the page flow :/

also I didn’t even realise how shippy these were until now, gad.