“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
in superman adventures #19, there’s a villain named multi-face who can convincingly disguise himself as anyone, even tricking dna tests and x-ray vision. Superman initially can’t stop him
and the only reason he gets caught is because multiface decides to disguise himself as, of all people, CLARK KENT i’m screaming
the Federation itself as a concept is so funny because the founding members are
the Vulcans, who have been friends with humanity for years but don't seem to actually like them all that much, instead regarding them with a sort of perverse fascination usually reserved for virology labs
the Andorians, who were fighting the Vulcans for like a hundred years
the Tellarites, who don't like any of these people and whose cultural trait is arguing, and
humans, whom nobody knew existed until last century when they shot themselves into space on a heavily modified nuke, invented world peace and won a fight with the nearest imperial superpower
like imagine you're the Romulan Empire and these weird monkeys who've barely figured out interstellar travel show up on your doorstep in the equivalent of a shipping container with missiles strapped to it, kick your ass in front of everybody, and then start a friendship club with 3 of your neighbours who all hated each others' guts until like a year ago. now I understand why every Romulan on the show is so angry
Jonathan Harker, a man who only yesterday was physically and mentally obliterated by paprika, is largely unphased by the locals being very clearly disapproving of his decision to visit his cool new friend, DRACULA.
if you turn off all the lights, stand in front of a mirror, and say “leonard mccoy” three times, he won’t appear because he’s a doctor, damnit, not an urban legend
donate to an abortion fund rn <33
regulus and james are a summer love. they're stargazing in the warm air of summer and adolescent love. they're picking flowers and kisses pressed to foreheads, temples, cheeks, and necks, and whether it is too much or too little, they always end up yearning for more.
it's always been summer because james is the sun. james, loud and warm and full of love for everything the world has for them, so proud of himself and the world for giving and receiving his adoration for it.
and regulus is the moon and the evening and the sticky air of summer, running away, the grass tickling your feet, but not too far away. not too far away when you have a legacy, chained to your feet, not allowing you to escape. the family will always be more important than childhood love.
they're summer love. they're a cold and a warm body cooling off and heating up each other, bringing out the perfection of the other, bringing out the best and the worst, a collision of so many factors, a maelstrom of feelings and emotions that never are just the right amount.
it's too little, and they want more, and more, and more love, in their blood flow and filling up their bodies, pooling in their bellies, and then it's too much and they push each other away because they feel it and, deep down, they know that it'll never be so right, but it feels so good.
but summer always ends, autumn takes over, and, no matter how hard you want, how much you wish, no two summers are the same.
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