Death of Superman has me fucked the hell up but at least we have Clois (I say, sniffling with snot dripping out of my nose)
Here are some little close ups of the parts of this drawing i especially like !!!
Lois’s face was a struggle. I was gonna give her a fond smile at first but then it looked like she was happy her boyfriend husband was beat the fuck up so I didn’t and just settled on this. But I think she turned out okay
And Clark… oh FUCK- I like the way I rendered his nose bruise it looks pretty realistic to me.
And also good hand! I made his bruises deepest here because punching kryptonite has GOT to hurt
Then the folds in the cape, I’m proud of that too.
Lois was not rage bating Clark, and I find it kinda weird that so many people unironically think that she was...
At the Daily Planet, I feel like she was genuinely trying to make Clark see (the best way she could) that he was being a little too obvious about the whole Hammer of Boravia thing. No one at the office knows they are dating so she was just acting the way it was expected of her, questioning him in a way that fit their work dynamic.
Bantering is their love language, but this was also Lois flashing him some warning signs. This is basically Lois being concern that her boyfriend is genuinely unware of how he is getting too comfortable with this whole 'I get to interview Superman' roleplay and is one misstep away from blowing his secret identity off.
Then, during the interview, that's Pulitzer Award Winning Lois Lane interviewing Superman the way she would do it regardless of her personal relationship with him. But also, there's a layer to it where it's Superman's girlfriend trying to have him see how little media training he has because no one really interviews him, ever. He probably only writes fluff pieces about himself and so the most basic questions throw him off -- because, I'm sorry, she was not being mean or trying to get a reaction from him: she was asking questions that any competent journalist would if given the chance to sit with Superman for an interview.
I'll admit though, the moment he said 'I think I'm doing a good job', it was over for him. If anything, that was him bating HER and he totally misjudged his girlfriend there, because he should know better than anyone else that Lois Lane does not play, and if she decides to play...she will play aggressively and she is going to win.
But before he opened his big mouth, Lois was just trying to help him realize how fucked up it is that he not only interviews himself but also does not even try to give the articles an objective point of view.
dynamics i've been wanting to gif: sara & mick - legends of tomorrow
Damaged? No. I see someone who's been through hell but never stopped being herself. I see Captain Lance. I see Sara, my oldest friend.
“I can’t even begin to list all the reasons this is a terrible idea.” Clark pinches the bridge of his nose. Lois smacks the nail polish bottle against her hands to loosen up the purple color inside.
“A bet’s a bet, Clark. Give me your hands.” Lois holds her own out expectantly. He leans forward and sighs.
“You know I can’t do that.”
“You can, actually. It’s very simple. You just extend your arms.” She tries to pull on his arms. He rolls his eyes.
“Haha. You really think Jimmy won’t recognize—“ Clark spins the nail polish bottle so he can read the label— “desert plum on Superman’s fingers and mine? Or more specifically that it’s your favorite shade?”
“Alright, fine. But I get to do your toes.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“You wear boots! No one will even see it.” Lois doesn’t do puppydog eyes—it’s not her personality—but she does do that infuriating head tilt that makes any idea of hers seem reasonable.
“I’ll play you some Crabjoys while I do it. Will that sweeten the pot?” She raises her eyebrow expectantly, as if she already knows the answer. Because she does. He’ll do anything for her, unfortunately.
“…fine.” Clark crosses his arms, but he can’t help the smile that blossoms in response to hers.
….
Clark bops along to the Crabjoy’s mightiest hits, occasionally breaking out in air drums or air guitar when the melody really gets to him. Their music fills him with hope, every time. It reminds him of racing cars down long dirt roads and disappearing into the corn before anyone could get a good look.
“You’re such a dork.” Lois shakes her head fondly.
“It’s good music!” Clark throws his hands up.
“In your dreams, Smallville. They play this at the grocery store. That’s an automatic demerit.” She sticks her tongue out a little as she works.
She wipes a little excess off the edge of Clark’s toe and he flinches a little. The bottle of nail polish tilts onto his foot. Cursing softly, Lois catches the bottle and starts wiping it off of his sole.
Regretfully, Clark squeaks.
“What was that?” Her head snaps up.
“Nothing,” he says, far too quickly, and he can tell by the razor glint in her eye that he has mere seconds to find an out. He racks his brain for something, anything—
“Oh my god. Are you ticklish, Clark?”
Too late.
He opens and closes his mouth a few times. She grins wickedly.
“Alright, well—Lois—“
She scribbles experimentally at his sole and Clark yelps. He slides down on the couch and buries his face in his hands.
“Don’t do that.” She chides, as if she isn’t the cause. “Stop hiding. I like your smile.”
“Gosh, you are so…” He peeks between his fingers. She’s beautiful, is what she is.
“The polish has to dry, Clark. Don’t mess it up.” Lois starts tickling his foot in earnest and Clark muffles a squeal into his hands. She has nails and it’s evil, it’s so evil, and his foot is vibrating with the effort not to move.
She’s a menace, is what she is. He loves her, but golly, she might kill him.
He keels over on the couch and squeezes the life out of a throw pillow, but he leaves his foot there. The polish has to dry. She worked so hard on it. This is fine. He’s Superman. He can handle it.
He gigglesnorts. Lois gasps. He groans.
“Your ankles? Really?” Lois looks like a kid on Christmas morning. Clark doesn’t have air to defend himself, so he just shakes his head.
Lois goes back to his sole and he jumps. The coffee table releases a concerning creak under his foot. Worried about it, he tries to reel in his foot, but Lois starts poking under his toes, what is wrong with her?
“Okayokayokay—“ He says in one giggly rush of breath, desperately gripping her shoulders— “Genuinely, I might kick you.”
Lois gasps, mock offended. Clark rolls his eyes.
“How dare you—“
“Lois—“
“Superman threatening a member of the press? In her own home?” Lois clutches her imaginary pearls. She tries to poke him and he grabs her hands.
“All I’m saying is I don’t want to hurt you. If you tickle me there there is a high chance of that.” He implores her to understand with his eyes.
“So I can tickle you somewhere else and you’ll keep it together?” Lois raises her brow.
“That is not what I said.” Clark feels his face burn hotter than his own lasers.
“That’s exactly what you said.” Lois grins. Clark chews the inside of his cheek for a moment, thinking about it. He can’t hurt her. He can’t. But if she really has to behave like a little goblin…
“Alright, I guess…if you don’t touch my legs I think we’ll be fine.” Clark pinches the bridge of his nose again, more to hide his face than anything.
“My god, you’re so fucking cute. You didn’t actually have to tell me.” Lois blinks at him, the mischievous edge melting from her expression.
“You asked!” He laughs, half out of disbelief. It’s always this game with them. She tells him that he’s too open, too trusting, as if she didn’t hold his heart in her hands from the very first moment they met.
“Okay, well, if you’re offering, I’m taking you up on that.” She climbs on top of him on the couch. He throws his hands up between them in surrender.
“I wouldn’t say I’m offering—“ She shoves her fingers under his shirt and he cuts himself off with a bark of laughter. Her hands are way colder than he expects. He makes a mental note to start sneaking more iron-rich foods into their dinners.
Laughter spills freely from his mouth, no matter how much he fights to stop it. Stem it, at least. There’s no hope for him though, not when the thrill of her touch keeps what meager walls he possesses at bay. He peeks at her and catches a glimpse of a searing smile. His heart soars right into his throat and sticks. She’s so clearly having fun. Tormenting him, sure, but gosh….that smile.
Clark rolls over on his stomach and presses his burning face to the cushions. Seeing her look at him like that…he feels too big for his bones, like a gangly teenager all over again.
“This isn’t very effective, Clark.” She shoves her hands under his arms, seeking his ribs, and he nearly flips them both off the couch.
“T-Thank you for the feedback!” He shrieks. She laughs softly. She has no concept of how close he is to shattering her knuckles with his biceps. He can’t, so he won’t, but he could, so she really has to stop.
He rolls partially over and grabs her wrist. She finds a seam of muscle at his side and then he’s boneless, squinting at her through teary eyes.
“Alright, alright. Don’t die on me.” Lois skates her nails over his back. Goosebumps chase her fingers across his skin. He melts beneath her touch as if snow was the only thing holding him together.
“That’s nice.” He hums, shimmying back towards her. He pillows his head on his arms. She traces the taut lines of his muscles across his back and he shivers.
“I’m glad you think so, because—“ she leans down to whisper in his ear— “you smudged the polish.”
I just came back from watching it and my favorite part of the movie was how they depicted Johnny and his intelligence.
Johnny in this movie is actually competent and it shows in many scenes. He’s often the first one to reaction in situations and when they’re trying to escape Silver Surfer, he figured out how to use the space warp against her.
And then there’s the biggest example of all, Johnny basically decoding an alien language by himself. Man had a singular phrase, some recordings and a dream.
He did it again, all on his own. He spent time on it, did translations one by one and then singularly used it against the Silver Surfer in an attempt to gain her support.
Yes Johnny is reckless, he’s flighty but he’s also competent. He was trained and picked to be an astronaut for a reason, not because he was Sue’s brother/Reed’s brother in law.
The movie highlighted everyone’s strengths, intellect and talents in a way that made everyone have an important part in the story. This allowed them to add their own weight into the story and stand shoulder to shoulder with Reed’s intellect.
They’re a family! They’re friends! They get along! They tease each other and make jokes and have family dinners and spend time together and adore Franklin! Superhero movies are BACK, baby
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