DC Trash

Fizzarolli is the most character ever. He’s a professional clown. He’s gay. He’s the main character’s best friend from childhood. He’s a sex icon. He’s an amputee. He’s in a monogamous relationship with the personification of the deadly sin of lust. He’s just a little guy. He’s a pampered princess. He’s covered in burn scars. He’s one of the most famous people in Hell. All 4 of his arms and legs are robotic. He can use sign language. Hell manufactures robots specifically made to behave like him when he can’t perform there in person.

i love Millie Alcock’s Kara. she’s messy, she’s an alcoholic, she’s rude, she doesn’t have a love interest, she beats the shit out of pedophiles and dismantles their sex trafficking ring in the process. she carries the grief of an entire planet because she doesn’t think Clark, whose heart is so optimistic and so desperate to see goodness in people, can handle it. she gets her hands dirty so that a child doesn’t have to live with the guilt of murder. she’s not ditzy, or just some sexy hero girl for misogynists to objectify and drool over. she’s strong, she’s smart, she’s confident, and she’s good

as much as I adore a future fic where Lex always senses that he knows Clark somehow, even if he doesn't remember at the conscious level because they just mean that much to each other, I would also be weak for the moment in a dynamic where Lex remembers absolutely nothing and they're enemies and he's treating Clark with an absolute callous disregard and Clark suddenly realizes how much Lex was always holding back even when he thought they already hated each other. Like it takes him being strapped up to the giant kryptonite pillar while new Lex is watching him all *shrug, whatever* to realize that the Lex he knew never would've hurt him like this, like he was afraid of. But he's gone forever.