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Lois Lane is amazing. She’s simply amazing.
Just think about how much money she could have made with that newsstory in MoS.

Just imagine knowing the full identity and story of superman before anyone else.

But you know what? She decided that he wasn’t just an alien. That he wasn’t just a sensation.
She decided that he had the right to privacy and to live without the media hype that would inevitably follow him if he were found out.

It’s so incredibly interesting that she took the time to properly investigate him. She didn’t just shrug him off as an alien and a momentary sensation she was sure he had a story and that she wanted to find out about it.

And when she had gathered all knowledge about him and concluded that he was human. When she saw the sacrifice John Kent made for his son? She just said no. This is not what I should do and she’s never looked back.

On the other side when she does see something fishy going on she will not let go until the truth has been discovered. Lois Lane was the first to not only see what Lex was doing but also find evidence for it.

And she has a range of going from holding her head high in front of dangerous people who insult her and threaten to harm her to being able to hold Clark to her chest and comfort him when he needs it. Or letting him take her mind of things.

She gets to worry, she gets to save and she gets to be saved.
And she does all that with her wit, her morality, her empathy and her love.

Lois Lane in the DCEU is good example of what a woman without superpowers or combat skills can do and that they too can carry weight in a movie.

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hatingongodot:

Before she learns about his secret identity, Lois Lane
thinks Clark Kent is a goddamn mess

She goes to his place to work on a joint article and it
takes her like half an hour to find out that Clark lives in an absolutely
nonfunctional house

She has to change a lightbulb but there are no stools, no
sufficiently high chairs, no way of reaching the ceiling unless you find a way
to climb the walls. “How the hell do you change your bulbs?” she asks. Clark
mutters something about misplacing the footstool and helps her drag the table
from the kitchen to the living room.

Lois watches Clark make lasagna and has to physically
restrain him from pulling the tray out of the oven with his bare hands. “Are
you out of your goddamn MIND?” she yells, scrambling to pull him away on time. “What
are you DOING? WHERE ARE THE OVEN MITTS?” and Clark is just like “Right…..oven
mitts…….. I think I lost them with the uh. footstool” both he and Lois pause
for a moment to engage in a riveting game of Mentally Punch Clark

Lois runs into the bathroom to put on a disguise and yells
out, “Where do you keep your razor?” There’s a gust of wind and Clark comes
back with slightly windswept hair. “I got it!” he says with unwarranted
triumph. “It’s right here. The razor I use.” Lois looks at it and it is CLEARLY
recently purchased and never used and she’s just like. I don’t even care
anymore

For weeks she just assumes Clark is missing some crucial
element in his home and starts stacking her own things all over the place. Lois thinking Clark has no clue how to take care of himself while Clark is Eternally Tormented and has to find ways to keep his identity a secret while living in close quarters, and the slow burn mutual pining roommates AU of my dreams begins

Oh my god this is amazingly awesome! Yes please lol

Lol! Omg, yes!!

I literally can’t stop laughing at the lasagna scene, oh my god! LOL

@kookygeekpalace this seems like something that’d be in your fic

“How has this ridiculous human disaster not died yet”

– Lois Lane, probably

@yeaka

Love this sort of domestic chaos situation! 🙂

Reminds me of some early scenes in the comic “Man of Steel” where Lois notes that the weights that Clark leaves lying around (to explain his being in good shape), are actually no heavier than the ones SHE uses herself.

Also the scene in Lois and Clark where Lois visits Clark’s apartment for the first time and discovers his larder is basically made up of everything he likes the taste of, since his body processes ANY food efficiently, so he has cupboards stuffed with sugar-coated marshmallow breakfast cereal and candy bars. As she notes on accidentally seeing him barely dressed; “So, explain something to me. You…You eat like an eight-year-old, and
you look like Mr. Hardbody. What’s your secret, and can I have it?

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it always seems to be dudes saying they hate superman and it always seems to be because they think he has too many powers and everything’s too easy for him. which is kind of sad? as far as stories go, superman is just about the most emotionally vulnerable and lonely character there is, and one who’s chosen to channel all that into kindness. it’s kinda telling when a dude thinks being able to lift a car would remove all conflict from his life.

Said this before but I still go back to how when Man of Steel hit theaters it had the highest female demo opening weekend that anyone had ever seen for a superhero movie at that point. And Twitter was filled with people who either ignored it or acted totally baffled by it. Meanwhile, those of us who identify as female who have been Superman fans for most of our lives and are, therefore, well aware that women have been keeping Superman relevant in media for the last 30 years were basically like, “Yeah, women tend to really like Superman. Where the hell have you been?”

Clark Kent’s biggest defenders in the Smallville fandom for a decade were WOMEN. The blogs devoted to Clark Kent were run by women. I’m not saying men didn’t like him too but the most passionate defense of Tom Welling’s Clark almost always came from women. They understood his actions and feelings in a way a lot of the male fans did not. They felt his try and his struggle. The kids standing around lockers in junior high on Monday morning talking about last night’s episode of “Lois and Clark” were GIRLS. The people buying magazines with Dean Cain and Teri Hatcher on the cover in the 90’s (because kids they were on soooo many magazines you have no idea) were GIRLS. The people writing the fanfic back when the Internet was a lot newer and newly accessible were women. When the original Richard Donner Superman movie first came out in 1977, Variety actually said in their review, “Women are going to love this.” In 1977!

That doesn’t even touch Lois on her own and how gender has been so distinctly tied to her entire role in the story over the years. The Lois/Clark/Superman blogs are almost exclusively run by women. Fyeahsupermanandloislane was founded by and is managed by a young woman. (FYI so is the Steve Trevor/Wonder Woman blog. You can put two and two together..). The Lois/Clark fandom is dominated and run by women. The hardcore fans and defenders of Lois Lane and her entire role in the mythos tend to be female. The fans who hate her and obsess over how she’s “not good enough” for him and call her “bitch” and want her dead/marginalized or replaced tend to be male. There are exceptions to the rules but these trends aren’t by accident. They are not flukes. You can trace this pattern but we never talk about it because we are so afraid of getting yelled at for daring to stake claim on something that men do not want us to have claim over.

Meanwhile here we are again. Round and round we go. The internet loves to hate the Henry Cavill Superman. But he also has a big defense squad who truly identify with his anxiety and struggle. They see that he’s trying. They felt excited that he would rather gently make love to the woman he loves rather than fuck around. They identify with his love for his mother and his devotion to Lois. And, once again, the female fanbase tend to get zero credit for this. They get talked over…..talked down to. People act like the only people who enjoyed Batman v Superman were shallow fanboys with no taste when, in reality, there is this whole group of female fans huge in number who truly do identify with this version of the myth and people just keep talking over them.

Bottom line is that women love Clark Kent and this has been going on for decades…long before Steve Rogers swept in to pop culture in movies by the way. “Holding out for a Hero” is LITERAL in its meaning with Superman. “Where have all the good men gone?” It’s literal in meaning here. It’s not about needing a man to save you. That has never been the damn idea but people have twisted it because no one understands anymore. Women love Clark Kent because in a world of a-holes and playboys and men abusing power, he’s the guy who doesn’t do that. He doesn’t need to do that. And he is OK getting on his knees in front of a woman. That’s OK with him. And he’s lonely and he struggles but he’s still kind. Gentleness is a part of him. And he will always be there. You can count on him to come when you are in trouble. Not because you ::can’t:: save yourself (not the freaking point) but because God damn sometimes life is hard and you need to count on someone to do the right thing and to be in the fight with you. To really be there. To show up. And the woman he loves is the center of his God damn world. Not the side piece. Not an occasional fling. She is the SUN that his world revolves around. If he says he loves you, you can trust it’s the truth.

Superman’s most passionate defenders are women. It was not at all a shock that so many of the people who showed up for Man of Steel opening weekend were female. It is not at all a shock that more women showed up at the theater for Clark Kent than they did for Bruce Wayne in the entire Nolan trilogy. And it will not be shock when Superman debuts next month on Supergirl and an entire fandom of women rallies around him again. Just wait. It will happen. If you were shocked by this, you have not been paying attention. God damn I love Clark Kent so much.

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Just thinking: After Clark’s death, Perry White probably thought, “Never should have sent that idealist into Gotham.”

Think of Clark Kent from his POV: idealistic and naive guy Perry sends to Gotham for a sports article, even warns him to be careful in the city. Instead, this softie gets obsessed with investigating a Gotham crime wave and standing up for the poor. Perry tries to shut it down, but Clark refuses and just disappears one day. Then, his girlfriend begs for a ride to Gotham for personal reasons (likely Clark got himself in trouble from Perry’s POV). Clark dies in Gotham during a massive fight involving the bat-criminal he was investigating.