I still think it’s hilarious that the reason nobody ever figures out Superman’s secret identity or where he lives or what he does when he’s not saving the planet, is because he already told them all the Kryptonian stuff that can’t be tied to any of his human friends or family. I guarantee you the in-universe wikipedia article on Superman lists his name as Kal-El and the “personal life” section says that he lives full-time at his private fortress of solitude at the north pole. Nobody in the world looks at Clark Kent and thinks “oh my god, maybe he’s superman!” for the same reason nobody ever starts to suspect that their coworker who looks KINDA like Barack Obama is actually secretly Barack Obama – They know who Barack Obama is and know what he does and they know their coworker Greg is Greg and not Barack Obama. They have no reason to assume Barack Obama secretly moonlights as Greg The IT Guy at their workplace even though they’ve never seen Greg and Obama in the same place. At best, “Greg is secretly Obama” would be a running joke at the office, and the same is true at the Daily Planet. “Kal-El of Krypton, who lives in a CRYSTAL PALACE at the NORTH POLE and whose dayjob is SUPERMAN, sometimes puts on a suit and pretends to be a clumsy reporter and lives in a one-bedroom walkup in Metropolis” is a ridiculous concept to anyone who doesn’t already know it’s true
[From Max Landis’ amazing “American Alien” series about Superman.]
SO GOOD
SCREAM 👏🏻 IT 👏🏻 TO 👏🏻 THE 👏🏻 BACK 👏🏻 SO EVERYONE 👏🏻 CAN 👏🏻 HEAR
His shit eating grin in the last one sells it
I love the idea of Clark Kent turning up to every office Halloween party in an ill-fitting Superman costume from Target.
Still one of my favorite clips from Superman: The Animated Series.
This has gotten bigger since I last saw it ant that’s FANTASTIC
Henry Cavill literally once stood in Time Square, in a superman t-shirt, under a giant poster of himself and no one recognised him, even though he was actively trying to be recognised.
I’ve never seen this post but it just became my favorite post on the internet
Wanna know the kicker?
In the first chapter of JLA’s “Divided We Fall Arc” both Clark and Bruce reveal their civilian identities to the rest of the League. This is post “Tower of Babel” where nobody but Clark still trusts Batman, and in order to start building trust again, Clark urges Bruce to unmask himself to the rest of the team because Bruce obviously knows who everyone else is. Bruce agrees on one condition, Clark has to “unmask” himself as well.
When the big reveal goes down, Kyle Rayner says it best re: Clark being Superman:
“He doesn’t…wear a mask. I never even…thought he had a…day job…”
That’s right, the canon reason why nobody makes the connection between Superman and Clark Kent is because nobody thinks that Superman HAS a civilian identity.
Also, with a really good actor, Clark Kenting is entirely possible, as Christopher Reeve demonstrates in the 1978 Superman film.
There was actually a story where a scientist at Lexcorp developed a computer program to analyse all available evidence and work out who Superman is
It figured out he was Clark…and Lex fired the scientist for wasting company resources because he COULDN’T BELIEVE that Superman would ever “Pretend” to be human because it would mean pretending to be “Weak”
90% of Superman’s disguise is everyone else doing the work for him
the best secret identity of all.
I love every version of this post because they are all beautiful.
My favorite question is, “Okay, what are you going to do in another 100-200 years when the population balloons up again?”
I mean, you’d think with something that has that much insane amounts of reality revising power you’d be able to produce technology or some kind of method to improve the efficiency of resources so that people aren’t dying.
Kind of amazing how someone with such an iron will to sacrifice anything, or do anything, to ‘save’ people took what was probably the most overly simplistic and short-sighted solution.
Harvard has a pigment library that
stores old pigment sources, like the
ground shells of now-extinct insects,
poisonous metals, and wrappings from
Egyptian mummies, to preserve the
origins of the world’s rarest colors.
A few centuries ago, finding a specific color might have meant trekking across the globe to a mineral deposit in the middle of Afghanistan. “Every pigment has its own story,” Narayan Khandekar, the caretaker of the pigment collection, told Fastcodesign. He also shared the stories of some of the most interesting pigments in the collection.
Mummy Brown
“People would harvest mummies from Egypt and then extract the brown resin material that was on the wrappings around the bodies and turn that into a pigment. It’s a very bizarre kind of pigment, I’ve got to say, but it was very popular in the 18th and 19th centuries.”
Cadmium Yellow
“Cadmium yellow was introduced in the mid 19th century. It’s a bright yellow that many impressionists used. Cadmium is a heavy metal, very toxic. In the early 20th century, cadmium red was introduced. You find these pigments used in industrial processes. Up until the 1970s, Lego bricks had cadmium pigment in them.”
Annatto “The lipstick plant—a small tree, Bixa orellana, native to Central and South America—produces annatto, a natural orange dye. Seeds from the plant are contained in a pod surrounded with a bright red pulp. Currently, annatto is used to color butter, cheese, and cosmetics.”
Lapis Lazuli “People would mine it in Afghanistan, ship it across Europe, and it was more expensive than gold so it would have its own budget line on a commission.”
Dragon’s Blood “It has a great name, but it’s not from dragons. [The bright red pigment] is from the rattan palm.”
Cochineal “This red dye comes from squashed beetles, and it’s used in cosmetics and food.”
Emerald Green “This is made from copper acetoarsenite. We had a Van Gogh with a bright green background that was identified as emerald green. Pigments used for artists’ purposes can find their way into use in other areas as well. Emerald green was used as an insecticide, and you often see it on older wood that would be put into the ground, like railroad ties.”
A stray dog in Bolivia joined a monastery and became a monk. The resident monks of St. Francis Monastery, named for the patron saint of animals, decided to adopt a dog they call ‘Friar Bigotón’ from the Cold Nose Project, which hopes the dog’s story will now inspire more monasteries to take in homeless pets. SourceSource 2Source 3
do you ever think about how weird it is that the moral of Frankenstein is kind of less just “graverobbing is weird and creepy” and more “take some fucking responsibility if you’re going to do so”
“if you’re going to create a large corpse son, you better be ready to love him”
You can read the rest of my contribution to AU Yeah August here.
Summary: Nino reflects on his past lives and how many of them he spent chasing after Alya, even as she chased after her own dreams.
Bonus points to you if you can figure out all the different reincarnation time periods/events in history/cultures that were mentioned here.
It took Nino a long time to remember. Too long, he thinks.
But it’s taken Alya even longer. She still doesn’t remember. At least, he thinks she doesn’t.
He’s not sure when exactly it clicked into place. The memories never came flooding back in a tidal wave. Rather, they dripped into the deeper recesses of his mind like a cool spring rain. Each drop fit into place without disrupting the pond.
It was only when looking back that he realized he’s always known her, always loved her.
He could remember days walking along the banks of an old and vast river, where the cool breeze fluttered her hair. She had smiled and laughed as they walked with the plush grass under their toes. It was not the time, but she was a fiery spirit, and even then she defied the laws when they did not suit her.
There were days when she defied her role in life and pulled him along to new, bustling cities with architecture and technology and oh so many people. He could barely keep up with her then, but all the new, new, new things made her happy and he loved that. The way her eyes shone brightly with excitement made every struggle all the more worth it. They were still so young then.
She was furious when she helped create a society, only to have women pushed out of their rulings. She careened forward and fought for her voice to be heard, but even then, Nino had to help her out and teach her patience.
Not that he minded.
Then there were a lot of quiet days. Some were full of smiles, other full of tears. She focused on smaller things, but they didn’t keep her happy for long. They were put into harder lives, with less opportunity.
Then there was fire and sickness and death. He tries not to remember those times.
The next time he saw her happy was the day she held ink in her hands again, and this time it was reproducible. It was an equalizer. It was real. She saw all her dreams coming together in an instant, and from then on, he knew he’d be helping her chase the truth. She wanted to make sure everyone knew what she knew. He helped her read every piece of writing she could get her hands on, and her smile lit up the world to him.
Next was a quieter time. To her, it was a shock, from the ease of written language to a world without it. But this was more of a world for him, and she rested in the quiet just as he did. He took solace in the crisp mountain air, and she liked that she was equal again, and her voice could be heard. Those were some of his favorite memories.
After that were more memories that he chose to forget, full of smoke and fire and so much blood. She would remember those better, having lived much longer than he. She saw the reformation, the healing. He only ever saw the pain.
She ran off to the falling wall recently, feeling the need to be where the stories were. That’s never changed. He let her, thinking she would return soon, once it was over.
He didn’t think she’d never get the chance to come back.
He didn’t stay to find out what it was like without her.
And now they’re here, meeting so much younger than before. Hopefully, that means they have more time together. More time to laugh, more time to grow, more time for him to watch her try to rule the world again. She always does.
And she always rules his world.
But she doesn’t know that yet, he thinks. If she did, she’d tell him. She always says it as soon as she sees it, and then the memories crash into him all at once. This is better, he likes seeing the pieces fall into place in her mind slowly, as they did for him. And they will this time too, her truth-seeking won’t distract her for long.
He can wait. They have time. There will always be more time.
i love meatlug,,,,,
why is there not an enormous colorful scary bird out there why do I have to settle
HTTYD au were they all work at the zoo! I’ve only seen modern au’s where the dragons are pets or cars, but I always thought Toothless would make a great panther. Finding animal counterparts for the other dragons was tricky, but I’m pretty happy 😛
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