where's lois

Can DCEU fans please, please stop defending the female characters of this franchise? Cause when you look at them beyond what the film wants you to think, they are just awful. Like, Michael Bay levels of awful.

In Man of Steel, Lois Lane suffers from the same problem as Mystique in X-Men Apocalypse, where a character and/or actress is given more screen time and importance just because. The way the film bends itself backwards to give her screen time is just pathetic. But what’s even worse is that they are all excuses for Superman to save her. Seriously. Lois Lane goes into the Kryptonian ship. Robot attacks her so Superman has to save her. Lois Lane investigates Superman: the government kidnap her, so Superman has to make sure she is safe (but he was going to turn himself in anyway, so Lois being kidnapped feels like an odd choice story wise). Lois is brought up to Zod’s ship, just another excuse to put her in a situation where Superman has to save her. Then she ends up on a military plane so that she can push a button. I’m sure only she knows how to do that, it’s not like they could have just told them what to do or anything. And not only can she not push a button properly, it’s just yet another excuse for Superman to save her. Then there’s Martha, who’s impact on Clark is completely sidelined for Jonathan Kent’s pretentious monologues. Outside of one good scene. she’s just sort of there cause she has to be.

In Batman V Superman, we have 3 more characters. Mercy, who gets the same treatment as Jimmy Olsen (given about 3 lines and then killed for no reason.) Senator Finch, who’s actually the most well done character in the whole film in terms of execution of characterization. Blown up with Mercy. Wonder Woman? No. Just no. I hate that they reduce her to a one dimensional ‘badass warrior chick‘. I hate that her only purpose is the worst possible kind of sequel set up. I had that this version of the character does nothing during a ‘century of horrors‘ because man just doesn’t work well together so what’s the point?. And I hate that her solo movie has to carry all that baggage. And as for Lois Lane: way too many problems for this post, but the main one is this: to all the people who say ‘she’s not just Superman’s love interest in this version.‘ Yeah she is. Her interview with the terrorist is just for Superman to save her. Her investigation into that bullet is just for the movie to tell us that Lex ‘Most Obvious Bad Guy In Cinema History‘ Luthor is the bad guy. And then Lex kidnaps her to get to Superman. Then she shows up at the title fight, and all she does is explain something Superman already said. Then she throws a spear into water, just so she has to go get it later, leading to, big shock, Superman saving her AGAIN!! Oh, and the movie strongly suggests that Superman will go nuts if Lois were to die, which is just horrifying. And don’t get me started on how Martha is just a reason for Batman to suddenly start helping Superman. But hey, at least she gets to give Superman a horrible monologue of her own, right?

Then in Suicide Squad (note. I have not seen the extended edition, so maybe these problems were fixed), 4 female characters yet again. Enchantress is the main villain, and wow, she is the most average villain in superhero history. She’s another ‘god who thinks they should be worshiped and in charge‘ type character with a dash of ‘technology is bad‘ thrown in. She’s Gozu from Ghostbusters but with none of the build up or threat. Lame. The split personality thing is interesting, but it’s forgotten about as soon as it’s brought up and never goes anywhere. Kitana is…. just sort of there. Much like Wonder Woman, she’s just a ‘badass warrior chick‘ with nothing to her. Her only character trait outside of that is that her husband, a character we have never seen or given any reason to care about, is trapped inside her sword, and I guess that’s meant to make us care about someone who just stands around and occasionally killing something. And Harley Quinn is only entertaining because Margot Robbie is perfect casting. But even with that in mind, she’s a character that can be defined in one word: ‘crazy‘. There’s no depth, no interesting analysis of her craziness, she’s just crazy. And the movie keeps acting like she’s this super dangerous criminal who needs her own cell in the open cause she’s just so crazy. Yawn. Oh, and take a shot every time the camera focuses on her boobs and/or bum. I dare you. Amanda Waller is…. OK, yeah, she’s pretty damn badass. But that’s one pretty good character out of 9 who range from disposable to wasted potential.

Are those really the kind of female characters you want more of from Hollywood?


clois + supercat parallels: dreamy smiles and longing looks

you know what, how about a masterpost of my completed DC fics because whynot

Clark Kent One-Shot

Summary: Where Lois Lane is not only an amazing reporter, but also an excellent matchmaker.

Request: Can u…. Write a lil short story…. Where Lois Lane sets up the reader on a date with Clark Kent :-0

Clark Kent was someone you defined as completely unattainable, and as completely unrealistic that sounded, in some sense; it held a bit of the truth. Your love life was never the one to be bragged about, between work at the Daily Planet and managing to get enough sleep each night, dating had no room in your hectic schedule. Yet, you longed for the company, the thought that you could possibly have someone to call your own. This once vague thought had morphed over the months, instead of remaining a nameless and faceless person, it had soon transformed into someone you knew all too well. The emotion had crept in slowly, unbeknownst to you, before hitting you like a sack of bricks. 

You were a new reporter to the Planet, which meant you were stuck with most of the grunt work, a majority of the stories you covered were those that none of the other reporters felt like covering. In the midst of thunderstorms, sleet, hail and other obnoxious weather, you would be out there; in your less than cute raincoat and umbrella, yelling over the strong gusts of wind as you conveyed the severity of the weather to later post on your article. In all honesty, you were completely done with the grunt work, the meaningless stories that readers would hastily skim over without even giving it a second read. The reason you had become a reporter was not to take the meaningless stories and spin them into works of interest, no, you wanted to chase down the scoop of the century; which came in the form of one Kryptonian and alien superhero, Superman. Your dream was practically that of the entire office, every single person in there was itching to get their hands on the one thing that mattered most, Superman’s identity. The dream itself was already flawed, even before it could begin. The hero had remained dutifully out of the public eye for quite some time, where he only allowed his heroic deeds to be documented in the papers. So far, there was no dirt that the company could possibly dig up on him, where he was either really good at not leaving a paper trail or he was not even a person ever documented on Earth—and you were willing to bet the latter. Which was where the conspiracy theories began to surface, the office dedicating a large board to possible ideas about the hero. Most of the workers were willing to assume that he was an alien and some superficial evidence to back up their claims. You were placing your bets on extraterrestrial as well, but skepticism was starting to burn a hole through your idea of the truth. As far as you were concerned, all the aliens that Metropolis as well as the government has ever encountered has been documented on a database, none of those on the database speak of an alien that could possibly change its appearance. Considering the fact that Superman was iconic for not wearing his mask, which means it would be physically impossible for someone on this planet not to recognize him—yet, the entire world was drawing blanks on the mysterious superhero.

A few months into your job, Superman became something that you had placed towards the back of your mind, your brain too busy being preoccupied with another stunner at the office. The way you had met the quite reserved reporter was actually a planned meeting, the two of you having to work on a story together. Going into it, you never really thought much of your partner, sure, he was cute with his dress shirt kind of wrinkled and his tie a bit crooked; but, you were never one to judge. The story was an explosive revolution, exposing the corruption inside the House and the Senate, which caused the two of you to spend lots of nights closely working together. You were unsure when you finally realized that it was him, perhaps it was a few days after he left when you were feeling a bit lightheaded and dizzy in his wake, or was it that time that you bumped him on your way out to lunch; where the brief smell of his faint cologne made you woozy. Before you knew it, you had dived head first into loving him, everything about him soon overcoming you; up to a point where you didn’t know what to do with yourself because of it. There was only one person that you could turn to, for everyone at the office was a bit odd and kept to their own groups. Lois Lane had welcomed you with open arms on your first day, and ever since you had been working at the office has been nothing but kind and considerate towards you. She was practically the sister you never had, the two of you becoming close after a few months of working alongside each other, where you had no objections to sharing your newfound crush with her. However, you soon came to regret your previous actions.

Of course, you had thoughts your feelings were pointless. He was stunning, at least in your eyes, the epitome of everything that a man should be—you, on the other hand, were dull compared to him. Immediately, Lois had smothered your feelings of insecurity, but her comfort soon morphed into an entire new level of pain. An abundance of times, the brunette had told you of her crush on Superman and as silly as it seemed, you couldn’t help but feel your heart grow fond of the hero. Still, as her and Clark were paired up on assignment after assignment to chase down the savior, you could feel your heart sinking at the very thought of them being together. Of course you knew that collaborating on a story together took not only time, but as well as a considerable amount of effort. The pair seemed to spend every waking hour together, from first thing in the morning to long overtime hours in the office. From the beginning, it stung, the constant thought of your best friend and the one you fancied spending a considerable amount of time together. But what really added salt to the wound, was the fact that the pair continued to meet even after the said stories were published. There were no more awkward smiles with him by the printer or the two of you casually making eye contact during lunch, nor was there anymore office gossip with Lois or lunch dates at the cute café down the street. For now, you had kept your emotions intact, salvaging what little self-control you had left, and continued to place that small smile upon your lips. Yet, what had diminished your blockade of stoic defenses was when you had bumped into the pair on your way out of the office. They hadn’t been doing anything special besides talking passionately with one another, but the moment you had glanced into his eyes, the emotions overcame you. The amount of love and fervor in his eyes was too much for your heart to take, which ultimately caused you to leave and console yourself within the woman’s bathroom. You simply could not believe the nerve of her, the one person that you considered to be your best friend and the person you had confided in about that specific secret, where she had the audacity to stab you in the back and take the very man that she swore she would never have feelings for.

In the months following, everything was nothing but sorrowful and painful. Without Lois, your life at the office was considerably plain, which fell into a quite cliché route; wake up, go to work, and go home. It was as if the life had been depleted from you, turning you into nothing but a shell of what you had been. The only thing that seemed to add a bit of color to your life was the occasional appearance of Clark, whom you had continued to feel bubbly around even after the entire ordeal. You noticed, how he would always seem to be lingering by your desk, which would make you go completely out of your way to avoid him. Still, the two of you worked in the same building for crying out loud, it was nearly impossible for you to avoid him completely. Which was why, after avoiding him for nearly a solid couple of weeks, it was nearly a terribly great surprise when the two of you happened to show up together, in the same elevator.

All you wanted was to go home, perhaps a little too much wine to drink that night and maybe oversleep your alarm the next morning, but it won’t matter, because tomorrow was Saturday. The elevator had been empty when you had arrived, the office eerily silent on a perfect date night Friday. While, you were never the one to stay and work late at the office, you were pressed for time on this one article that completely disinterested you. Upon entering the elevator, you had been consumed in your notes, feverishly rereading your notes and half-finished article, much too occupied to notice a foot stopping the elevator door and a figure slipping into the metal box before the doors dinged shut. However, when you finally did notice a second body inside the room, you nearly dropped everything you were carrying. Upon a further inspection, you had taken notice of his distinctly recognizable features, deducing the fact that he was the person that you loathed to see the most. Clearing your throat, you had stepped a couple of inches away from him, pressing yourself closely against the wall as possible. It had been quite a long time since you have studied him from up close, but as you turned away from glancing, his face was forever imprinted in your mind. His hair was neatly held in place, glasses leaning a bit towards his right side, deep in thought blue eyes, his tie still crooked and his shirt still a bit wrinkled. In that moment, you felt the overwhelming urge to kiss him, but thankfully your privacy with him was soon relinquished as the elevator doors signaled their opening. Nibbling harshly on your immature thoughts, you had gathered your things and made your way out the doors, leaving the quite conflicted man in your wake.

“[Y/N], wait,” for someone who was quite reserved and quiet, his voice certainly was not, as it rang out with such clarity and forcefulness as you halted. Mumbling curses under your breath, you had paused for a moment, before resuming your walk towards the entrance of the building. You didn’t make it very far, which was tanks in part to his long legs, had he caught up to and gingerly but strongly held onto your wrist. Before long, you were spun around until you were a mere a few inches away from him, his hand still holding onto your wrist. He stared into your eyes, making you a bit self-conscious as you shied away from his gaze. And while you wanted to shrink away from his presence you were also curious of what he had to say. However, he made no sudden movement to expose his intentions, as he seemed a bit preoccupied with being deep in thought. In that split second, you had decided that whatever he simply had to say was not worth an ounce of your time, as you opened your mouth to tell him of your departures.

“Look, Clark I’ve got t—“

Yet, your timing was simply impeccable, for it had taken him that split second ultimately gather the courage to ask you that meaningful question that has been on his mind ever since he has met you.

“I wanted to ask, if you wanted to go on a date with me?”

As you finally digested what he had to say, you were completely dumbfounded, as you let it show on your face. The urge to kiss him had returned, but you had fought it off in need of an explanation. The ire on your face, was simple enough for the man to continue, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he attempted to explain. Along the lines of Lois and help, was all you needed to hear before your heart began to swell with adoration. You couldn’t believe how dense you were, how you had let your insecurities play off your fears as you created one huge misunderstanding. After making a mental note reminding yourself to profusely apologize to the brunette tomorrow, you fixated your attention back onto the overwhelmingly anxious man. Boldly, you had slipped your hand into his and gave him a sure by shy smile.

“So, how about I take you up on that offer?”


Lois & Clark in the future // Barry & Iris on Earth-2

My shipper heart:


Star Trek/Green Lantern #2 ( in a nutshell)

If for some asinine reason you’re still wondering how, in BvS, Superman knew where Lois was but not where his mom was, consider: everything Lois did was scheduled because the entire desert scene was her doing her job; Clark works with her and most definitely knew where she was going to be. Martha, on the other hand, did not schedule in a kidnapping after her shift at the diner and thus could not inform Clark of where she was going; he doesn’t know where she is so he can’t listen for her.

It’s that simple.

Apparently it was feels day for my viewing of BVS today.

I’m not sure what hit me hardest.

~The fact that Bruce looks behind him fearing an attack when Clark mentions Martha, because knowing Superman’s weakness he is suddenly worried that Superman knows his and it using it against him as a distraction. That’s exactly what Bruce would do.

~Noting that when Bruce promises to save his mother Clark has to take that leap of faith in humanity again, and it’s reflected musically, buried in the soundtrack and his hopeful notes play. Man of Steel feels!

~Thinking that it’s possible Clark didn’t know who was pounding when he decided to go save Lois and only realized when he saw her in the water. If he didn’t that means he stopped in the middle of a horrific battle to save whatever innocent bystander had been trapped there, because the last time this happened innocents were hurt and died and he wasn’t going to let that happen again if he could help it. It’s possible he realized where he’d left Lois and it was likely it was her, and I’m still fine with that. Either one gives me feels.

~Or the sudden realization that Lois kisses Clark on the cheek while he’s on his hands and knees after she drags him from the water, and then when they lower his body to her lap she kisses the exact same place. Didn’t put that together before now.

Leave me to die.

Originally posted by staliagarbage

I love this movie. :’)

Everyone is all excited that Clark Kent aka Superman is going to be on Supergirl. Meanwhile I’m over here thinking to myself, “but what about Lois? Where is she?”
I’m not sure if it’s because I’m a lifelong Clois shipper and i believe they belong together in every verse or if it’s because I love her slightly more. And want to see her interactions with Cat, Lucy and James in addition to if she knows Clark and Kara’s secret.