forsooth , a plot of ing call , mayhaps ?
l.ex’s personal security is compromised entirely of women and ur machiavellian antagonist could never
#a feminist icon !#theres honestly smth to draw from this bc#theres obviously some preference+respect he has for women#and maybe that can be linked to his own mother#'every boys special lady is his mother' etc#who would have likely been there to protect him from his FATHER#ANYWA YS l.ex has a deep seated admiration for women#thank u !
look at my son
‘ ah , tony . a pleasure to welcome you into the fold . ’ the boy had mastered it , at this point ; the mirage of some naïve innocence . of course , there were those that could see through it . for lex , the act is no fun unless someone knows the truth . unless they have a knowledge that no one else would ever believe . ‘ i always knew we’d . . . partner on something , eventually . i’d hoped it might be something a little more colorful . maybe one of your . . . tin - man projects . alas , not everything can live up to what’s expected of it , can it ? ’
‘ bourbon ? ’ without a moment’s wait , the warm liquor glugged from its bottleneck , and into two glasses . ‘ i trust a homely kentucky mash’ll do you . i do hope the highlife hasn’t refined your palette , has it , tony ? ’ setting the bottle aside , he lifted the glasses , handing one off to his conglomerative associate . ‘ now , down to the nitty - gritty of the matter at hand , i suppose . ’ he took a seat , limply waving his hand off to the armchair beside his own . crossing one leg over the other , he hummed a giggle , sipping at his drink . ‘ but first : did you know that yuri andropov spent his entire term hooked up to a dialysis machine ? apparently . . . he was the most switched - on man in moscow . ’
@reactoring .
ay bois
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THIS META IS MEANT TO highlight the significance of the philosophical and theological dilemma of the ‘ inconsistent triad ; ’ specifically in relation to the variation that symbolises the inconsistency of an all-powerful ( omnipotent ), all-loving/good ( omnibenevolent ), god existing alongside evil, when concerned with the character lex luthor. j. l. mackie, an australian scholar, drew attention to the idea that the problem of evil can be assessed using the triad.
WHEN LEX STATES that ‘ if god is all-powerful, he cannot be all-good. and if he is all-good, then he cannot be all-powerful, ’ it is clear that he suggests this in relation to the triad. applying the logic of god to superman, lex argues that superman approaches evil in one of these three ways : 1. ) superman is both all-powerful and all-good, meaning that the existence of evil is an impossibility, which is evidently untrue, 2. ) superman is only all-powerful and, due to his lack of omnibenevolence, allows evil / pain / suffering to exist, thus becoming unworthy of worship, or 3. ) he is only all-good and, due to his lack of omnipotence, he cannot prevent evil from existing, and thus is not truly powerful enough to be called god.
I BELIEVE THAT lex sought to highlight these deficiencies throughout the film, namely through the situations he organised in superman’s name. at the film’s start, we see that the burning/murder of the villagers in nairomi is executed by anatoli knyazev and a number of other mercenaries hired by luthor to frame superman. in presenting the massacre as if the villagers were murdered by superman, whether intentionally or not, both conclusions of the triad can be interpreted. either 1. ) superman actively killed these people, and is not all-good, or 2. ) he could not do anything to prevent their death. a second instance is seen in the middle of the film at the senate hearing. having organised the bomb plot, lex once more raises questions regarding the omnipotence of superman, as he could do nothing to prevent the deaths of all those present.
THE INCONSISTENT TRIAD is hugely important to lex’s character, as it demonstrates clearly to the audience the lengths to which he will go to incriminate superman, and prove that his suspicions and paranoias ( regarding both superman and his own father ) are warranted.
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lex being a charming piece of shit (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧.
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❝ TATERS ? ❞ brows rise incredulously, fingers clinging on to gelid bars – knuckles blanched an ever paler shade, almost anticipating the electric sensation he’ll supply her with if she is deemed uncooperative. ❝ nobody said anythin’ ‘bout taters. take a good look, zuckerberg. ain’t many privileges out here. ❞ she eases into a bargain, ❝ but’choo look like you’d be willin’ to grant me some. you know, ‘cause a big guy comin’ all the way in from metropolis doesn’t visit lil’ ol’ harley quinn without wantin’ in on the game. ❞ reptilian, she cants her head – digits drumming on to the bars before them, half swinging. ❝ y’wanna cut to th’ chase, big shot ? did’ja come here to playor is the zoo back in metropolis closed ? ‘cause i know it definitely ain’t for the taters. ❞
‘ YOU CLEVER GIRL, i think i just might fall in love with you. ’ lex reached into his pocket, retrieving and unrolling a jolly rancher, slipping the confectionary between his lips. it clacked on his teeth as he sucked it, leaning in closer to the latest subject of his interest. ‘ our good mistress waller tells me that gotham’s neighborhood boogeyman was the one to tame the shrew. and so callously deprive you of your montague. ’ he unrolled another, slowly holding it out by its end to quinzel. ‘ ---do you want to talk about your heartbreak, juliet? ’
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THREE WEEKS. three god damn weeks. give or take. a part of her —- the majority —- detests the humiliation of hanging like a slab of atrophying meat, the other, however, is just grateful that she hasn’t had to deal with any broken bones or open wounds surpassing a few scratches. truth be told, she can handle it & starvation equally well, MENTALLY, but there’s little doubt in her mind that she would have been dead by now if she’d sustained the former. a good sign, then, that her captor wants her ALIVE. the bastard. she hopes the next hired thug that brings her water brings her a steak to boot. or at least something her weakened stomach won’t reject. three weeks without food & with very little water, it’s a surprise she can still think this straight. the joints of her bound wrists ache with pressure & lack of use, & the rest of her body has grown stiff in its straight hanging, barely a dangle of a voluntary movement from it in days. three weeks, & not a single peep. really, she hopes mr. luthor hasn’t forgotten about her.
eyes that have grown accustomed to the darkness blink in shock & squeeze shut in pain as lights flare on, illuminating the white washed & sound proof walls of the room she doesn’t remember even seeing before the first time she woke up shrouded in darkness. she hears the metal door slide open, & the steps of a single man ( much lighter & more delicate than the usual thug ) following soon after. she takes advantage of the time it takes for whoever it is to approach her to adjust her eyes, slowly blinking them open though her head remains bowed. it would be a lie to say she isn’t surprised by her own appearance, as much as she was EXPECTING it. her ribs are visible, as are her hip bones, & her stomach has begun its retreat to her spine. she thinks, with a certain sorrow not meant for herself, how she hasn’t been this starving since LENINGRAD.
❝ well, well. if it isn’t the boy billionaire, finally come back to play with the toy he forgot he was given for christmas. ❞ her voice rasps with lack of use, but her words come wit has much tired venom as she intends. ❝ tell me, what have you been up to all this time ? it’s been awfully lonely in here. not even your boys will touch me. ❞ finally, does she lift her head once her eyes have become accustomed to the light again. & it is with a LAUGH, baring teeth all the more feral due to her gauntness, that she addresses her captor. ❝ it’s not nice to leave a girl HANGING like this, alexander. ❞
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HE STAYED SILENT, his delicate thumb held against his lips as he approached. she was a curious pet project. one that interested him to a limited extent, and one that threatened him even less so. but still, she was curious. her dossier expansive, her notorieties considered, the agent would prove a useful paper doll ; if, of course, she would not be crushed under the weight of her ‘sharpening’. though lex had faith in her ability to endure. she was russian, after all.
‘ NATASHA, you don’t have to keep this up. i’ve seen the records. you don’t have to prove to me that you’re a warrior ; one that’s notorious for their quick wit and staunch bravado. i’ve read it all before. ’ his voice lacked its usual, affected gaiety, the tone that settled uncertainties and wariness, the tone that lulled business associates and governmental officials alike into a state of ease. he’s just a kid. some trust-funded prodigal with not enough experience to even foster ill intent. it had proved itself to be a hugely useful prejudice.
‘ I THOUGHT WE COULD REMINISCE. i found a few home movies. self reflection doth pave the way to greatness, hm? ’ a remote, the one that belonged to the projector beside her, waggled between middle finger and thumb, a smug and childish grin between his pressed lips. turned on, it spins the images into motion, faster and faster until at their consistent speed.
A MAN. built, but lean. dark-haired, seemingly desiring to be inconspicuous. but none are hidden from lex’s far-reaching eye. he’s being followed. men in black in every frame, closer and closer to the man in each shot. ‘ he was, ah, getting bread? i think, at least. my very considerate men told me so. and they are, also, very useful. ’ a second shot, the men shove into him, hassling him. maybe they bumped into each other? it’s for a few seconds only, of course. wouldn’t want to rouse suspicion in the destitute agent. ‘ the exact number slipped my mind, but, your apartment’s quite droll. too many windows, for my liking, though. i don’t like prying eyes. but maybe that’s just me. ’
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‘ lex. ‘ his name, of course, but not the one she tends to call him by. a small change amid larger ones, a sort of knowing look in her eye. hands are threaded together, the pair gently resting atop crossed legs, gaze slanted upward at him from her sitting position. ‘ sit, won’t you ? i’m sure there’s a lot on your mind. ‘
HE SIDLES AROUND, knuckles idiosyncratically rested into his sides. he doesn’t offer claire any less respect than typical, smiling widely with his thick and pointed lips. ‘ ah, the direction of our fair democracy, is all. ’ lex does as is suggested, supple, as he folds his thin legs into one another. ‘ did you get the moët? ’
THIS META IS MEANT TO highlight the significance of the philosophical and theological dilemma of the ‘ inconsistent triad ; ’ specifically in relation to the variation that symbolises the inconsistency of an all-powerful ( omnipotent ), all-loving/good ( omnibenevolent ), god existing alongside evil, when concerned with the character lex luthor. j. l. mackie, an australian scholar, drew attention to the idea that the problem of evil can be assessed using the triad.
WHEN LEX STATES that ‘ if god is all-powerful, he cannot be all-good. and if he is all-good, then he cannot be all-powerful, ’ it is clear that he suggests this in relation to the triad. applying the logic of god to superman, lex argues that superman approaches evil in one of these three ways : 1. ) superman is both all-powerful and all-good, meaning that the existence of evil is an impossibility, which is evidently untrue, 2. ) superman is only all-powerful and, due to his lack of omnibenevolence, allows evil / pain / suffering to exist, thus becoming unworthy of worship, or 3. ) he is only all-good and, due to his lack of omnipotence, he cannot prevent evil from existing, and thus is not truly powerful enough to be called god.
I BELIEVE THAT lex sought to highlight these deficiencies throughout the film, namely through the situations he organised in superman’s name. at the film’s start, we see that the burning/murder of the villagers in nairomi is executed by anatoli knyazev and a number of other mercenaries hired by luthor to frame superman. in presenting the massacre as if the villagers were murdered by superman, whether intentionally or not, both conclusions of the triad can be interpreted. either 1. ) superman actively killed these people, and is not all-good, or 2. ) he could not do anything to prevent their death. a second instance is seen in the middle of the film at the senate hearing. having organised the bomb plot, lex once more raises questions regarding the omnipotence of superman, as he could do nothing to prevent the deaths of all those present.
THE INCONSISTENT TRIAD is hugely important to lex’s character, as it demonstrates clearly to the audience the lengths to which he will go to incriminate superman, and prove that his suspicions and paranoias ( regarding both superman and his own father ) are warranted.
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I don’t hate the sinner. I hate the sin. And yours, my friend, is existing. I cannot let you win.
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the dismissal does not escape HIS ATTENTION, but the file draws most of it; the photographs of carol - at work, with the kids at a park, getting out of her car - does nothing to make him want to squeeze this little fucker’s eyeballs out of his head any less, but it does draw up an interesting question. does luthor know it’s not phil he SHOULD BE AFRAID OF? ( there’s a small shred of satisfaction when lex neglects to say her name again. little victories. ) “ it’s funny you think threatening her is going to do anything to me. i’m just a man, pretty plain as they come. but carol? SHE CAN SWALLOW THE SUN. so good luck threatening her, big guy. “ phil grins, satisfied, and makes for the door.
LEX ALLOWS HIM his few steps of enjoyment, each clip of a shoe as phil neared the door closer to his last. ‘ there’s a reason you were chosen to manage the mess, phil. ’ he snorts in his childish way, waving his scotch around delicately in lithe and cold fingers. ‘ hmm. carol. your metahuman trophy bride. i always wondered who wore the pants, but--- uh, i am left somewhat disappointed by your show. ’ the boy came delicately down the mantelpiece's step, his worn sneakers carrying him elegantly to his desk. he slanted into it, his reddened fingers kneading into the wood, pattering and dancing along the varnish lightly. his voice a hushed whisper, his eyes averted and occupied by his glass. ‘ ---SHE’S GOING TOO, phil. every -- single -- one. frank isn’t shy when it comes to getting what he wants. ’ today’s newspaper, that had been so amiably resting on his desk, now came slid to his side, the title reading something that consisted of ‘outcry,’ ‘demand,’ and ‘out.’ ‘ and with america at his back . . . who’s left to challenge our mighty-fine democracy? you? ’ his glass raised, a nod, and a satisfied curl of his lesser lip upwards. ‘ ciao. ’
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mindless echoes tessellate a grievous ruin , a smattering of constellations to implode around a constructed facade , hoping - praying a saviour to save her from this dreaded confrontation . instead she turns to meet a seal to her escape ; utterly alone , utterly alone . yet unknowingly she had once again played the part , with an innocent tilt of the head and the softened tone of a morning lark ( was she to fall into the risk and his trap once more ? ) :
❝ tony’s type ? ❞ mindlessly she echoes , a foretelling of the work to follow , pray she only had the adroited skills of the other .
‘ UH, YEAH. y’know, the . . . the usual archetype. ’ he feigned a limp ignorance, an unwillingness to share just how irregular she was. ‘ the leggy blonde? or if he’s feeling continental, the buxom brunette. his terminology, not mine. ’ lex skipped off the table as if he were in a playground, waving and nodding at his friends as they went about their business of doing as he told them. he span on his heel. ‘ not my method of hiring people, but whatever keeps the stark blimp aloft. ’ he snapped his palms together, pointing a finger over cho’s shoulder. ‘ try the bakery. you look famished, helen. ’
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One person, one vote. But if there’s a tie… and this is where Donald Duck comes in, it’s resolved by the toss of a coin.
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PHIL SEETHED, on his feet in as long as it takes to suck in a hateful breath. “ i’d suggest getting my wife’s name out from behind your teeth, or else i’m gonna kick them down your throat. “ there’s no doubt in his eyes, either, a clear intent – it’s not empty. it’s plain fact. “ and for the record, you’re not my SUPERIOR. you just happen to be flavour of the week. “ this isn’t wise, but his blood is up now and rage boils under the surface only barely hidden. jumped up little shit.
HE LET THE WORDS SINK, let the threats impact fully. let coulson gauge the gravity of his transgressions. and with a wry smile, lifted at one corner, he closes the files. frank’s gonna find out about this. his fingertips rest against the tan cover, staring up and over at his restless guest. ‘ mm. this is not a good impression to make, phil. you are digging a rather big hole for yourself here. ’ his voice is low, devoid of any of the usual gaiety with which he accents himself. his chin juts in contempt, the draw of files yanked open, and a second file slapped against the desk. DANVERS, CAROL. ‘ don’t you have places to be, mr. coulson? maybe go and be with your wife. enjoy the time you have together. ’ he opens it, polaroids of the woman strewn inside. he takes a blood red stamp, and presses it onto the cover. ‘ ---have a nice day, phil. ’
LEX LUTHOR EDITS 1/? . time magazine.