Lois: Consider, I Give You Clark. You Give Me The Lasso. Fair Trade.

Lois: Consider, I give you Clark. You give me the Lasso. Fair trade.

Diana: *sigh* Lois, no. For the last time I can’t give you the Lasso of Hestia. I can only let you borrow it.

Lois: Alright. Let me think. Ah! You let me borrow the Lasso for the next sixty- no, seventy years. 😁

Headcanon

Things Lois Lane does not envy Wonder Woman:

Her friendship with Superman. Lois knows that they’re close friends and nothing more, and that her own relationship with Clark is deep and pure.

Her power and respect. Wonder Woman has earned that and more.

Things Lois Lane does envy Wonder Woman:

That goddamn lasso

Why do you even need a truth lasso Diana

Think of all the stories she could get with that thing goddammit

Now with Yelena’s (possible) thoughts.

Kate: so, I heard you like bad girls

Yelena: (you heard wrong. Natasha said it was bad after I confessed to being a morosexual.)

Kate: well *laughs* I’m bad at everything

Yelena: (oh god, oh god, I’m going to marry this idiot one day, aren’t I?) *looks down*

Yelena: you’re standing in wet cement (fml, she’s perfect)

Kate: so, I heard you like bad girls

Yelena:

Kate: well *laughs* I’m bad at everything

Yelena:

Yelena: you’re standing in wet cement

People, especially games, get eldritch madness wrong a lot and it’s really such a shame.

An ant doesn’t start babbling when they see a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of strange angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.

Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.

It understands those markings are words, symbols with meaning, like a pheromone but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable before this moment, and then…

It’s an ant again.

Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl around its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see it again, understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in this tiny world matters.

This is madness.

Natasha: We’re just gonna

Yelena: take you with us.

Kate (almost excited): Am I being kidnapped?

Natasha: No

Yelena: no, no

Natasha: no.

Kate (curious): Can I leave?

Natasha and Yelena (softly in tandem as they gently grab Kate’s arms): No.

Kate (willingly going along): Feels a bit like kidnapping.

Yelena: Yes, well,

Natasha: if this was a kidnapping you’d probably be unconscious

Yelena: from my thighs around your neck.

Kate (hopeful): Can it become a kidnapping? Asking for a friend.

Natasha: You were asking for yourself.

Kate (sad): Am I not your friend?

Natasha and Yelena to werewolf Kate after their initial plan went to shit and the red rooms are now onto all three of them

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSY5E7Veu/

afgdshfd accurate af bahaha

Kate: ok i will stay behind to ward them off Yelena & Natasha: bitch u thought

[Image ID: The poem “One Source of Bad Information”, by Robert Bly.  There’s a boy in you about three years old who hasn’t learned a thing for thirty Thousand Years. Sometime it’s a girl.  The child had to make up its mind How to save you from death. He said things like:  “Stay home. Avoid elevators. Eat only elk.”  You live with this child, but you don’t know it.  You’re in the office, yes, but live with this boy  At night. He’s uninformed, but he does want To save your life. And he has. Because of this boy  You survived a lot. He’s got six big ideas.  Five don’t work. Right now he’s repeating them to you. 

/end id]

Love as Acceptance

Caitlyn Siehl // Leonard Cohen, "Anthem" // Rumi, "Bitterweet" // trans. Anne Carson, "Euripides" // Sade Andria Zabala, "Coffee and Cigarettes" // tumblr acct @/gayassnatural // Anne Carson, "H of H Playbook" // William Shakespeare, "Sonnet 116" // Clementine von Radics, "Mouthful of Forevers" // Toni Morrison, "Jazz"