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@mansteeled
#MANSTEELED. Independent , mutually exclusive , selective , and private single muse blog for Clark Kent. Mix of movie and comic with Smallville influences. DO NOT FOLLOW IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN. low activity Jane she / they 25+ EST
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most of you may have noticed that im not on this blog as of late. i love clark and i want to continue writing him. i created this blog under a new alias, a new fandom, a place i could set new boundaries i was comfortable with, and to avoid feeling pressured to follow particular blogs. now that i feel more comfortable with myself and enforcing my boundaries, i will be moving clark to my multi. i will be going by my real name. if you would like to stay following me, like this post and i will follow you from the multi.
most of you may have noticed that im not on this blog as of late. i love clark and i want to continue writing him. i created this blog under a new alias, a new fandom, a place i could set new boundaries i was comfortable with, and to avoid feeling pressured to follow particular blogs. now that i feel more comfortable with myself and enforcing my boundaries, i will be moving clark to my multi. i will be going by my real name. if you would like to stay following me, like this post and i will follow you from the multi.
most of you may have noticed that im not on this blog as of late. i love clark and i want to continue writing him. i created this blog under a new alias, a new fandom, a place i could set new boundaries i was comfortable with, and to avoid feeling pressured to follow particular blogs. now that i feel more comfortable with myself and enforcing my boundaries, i will be moving clark to my multi. i will be going by my real name. if you would like to stay following me, like this post and i will follow you from the multi.
most of you may have noticed that im not on this blog as of late. i love clark and i want to continue writing him. i created this blog under a new alias, a new fandom, a place i could set new boundaries i was comfortable with, and to avoid feeling pressured to follow particular blogs. now that i feel more comfortable with myself and enforcing my boundaries, i will be moving clark to my multi. i will be going by my real name. if you would like to stay following me, like this post and i will follow you from the multi.
most of you may have noticed that im not on this blog as of late. i love clark and i want to continue writing him. i created this blog under a new alias, a new fandom, a place i could set new boundaries i was comfortable with, and to avoid feeling pressured to follow particular blogs. now that i feel more comfortable with myself and enforcing my boundaries, i will be moving clark to my multi. i will be going by my real name. if you would like to stay following me, like this post and i will follow you from the multi.
suntched:
history knew her as many different things, she had lost track of the tales she had started long ago. the burning sun, the guiding light, the shepherd. but there was always pieces missing. they never captured her image right, her laughter, her joy. maybe if she got all the pieces together she could form into one person, but even then sol doubted anyone would get it right. she had hidden pieces of herself away over the centuries. the longing, the desire to simply rest. as the years went by more and more of her became hidden, internalised in a way that she knew wasn’t healthy.
it became a habit after a while, to find others with the same longing; sombre voices, the same hunched shoulders that spoke of secrets never told. as his words trailed off she tilted her head intently listening for more. she laced her fingers under her chin, leaning forward to better capture his words.
“it can be hard,” she mused, voice soft but her tone implied that she understood. “how do you know they’re the right person? sometimes some secrets are best left buried and forgotten.”
how do you know? he wished he knew the answer to that. it would make his life a little easier if he could look at someone and tell he could trust them implicitly. life had a way of being complex and complicated while being simple in ways he didn’t always comprehend. he sighed and shook his head.
❛ you don’t. sometimes all you have is faith that they are. it’s not easy... no, in fact... it’s really hard to put your faith in someone else. but i just imagine how relieving it may feel to be accepted despite harboring those secrets. ❜
he let himself sit in silence for a moment before looking at her intently again. ❛ then again... maybe you’re right. maybe some secrets do more harm when they’re out in the open... ❜ he could tell no one...
❛ ... i’m sorry you feel your secret should be forgotten. ❜
the sun does not abandon the moon to darkness
eternals oc
Clark kent is lonely 😔
DEEPER CONVERSATION PROMPTS
“ to really know yourself…i think that will always be more important than whether not anyone else knows you. ‘cause there’s always going to be pieces of yourself you keep from the world. and only you can understand them. ”
┖ ☀*.:｡⋞ @suntched / @bladedglory
clark remained silent as he mulled over her words. he knew what she meant. after all, who knew he was superman? who knew the ins and outs of his being other than himself? no one. alone in the universe, last of his people... not a single soul here could understand that part of him... not truly in the way he hoped.
for a moment, he let the somber look fall on his face with eyes that saw more than he’d ever care to admit. finger pressed against the bridge of his nose and pushed the glasses up into place.
❛ i don’t know... sounds kind of... ❜ lonely.
fingers laced together in his lap, thumbs alternating against each other in its own private game of thumb wars. gaze lifted to look at her closely, wondering what kind of secrets she kept to herself. the absolute radiance that pulsed off of her and into his very being told him she had many.
❛ i think... sometimes... there are a special few who are worth letting in... knowing our full selves... on the off chance we need reminding... ❜
—The Nine Kittens of Christmas
I want to be here but it's been feeling like one hit after the next. This morning I found out a friend of mine passed away a month ago and I didn't know. I had been sending her messages and just thought she was tired from chemo and nope. Called her today and her mom told me.
I start antidepressants in 10 days so I'm hoping maybe thatll help because life is too much right now. Thank you for your patience and I hope to be writing here again soon.
I want to be here but it's been feeling like one hit after the next. This morning I found out a friend of mine passed away a month ago and I didn't know. I had been sending her messages and just thought she was tired from chemo and nope. Called her today and her mom told me.
I start antidepressants in 10 days so I'm hoping maybe thatll help because life is too much right now. Thank you for your patience and I hope to be writing here again soon.
fasciinating:
@mansteeled, starter for Unidentified Subject.
IT WAS A BEING COVERED in crystalline, frozen and by all appearances asleep, while shielded inside a cage of glass. The medical staff had informed Spock their guest was alive prior to his arrival, nameless and humanoid. But he can think of no typical human of whom could survive the cold, vastness of space. Not like this. “We found you adrift.”
eyes opened to an unfamiliar surrounding. a wave of sickness washed over him, pulling his attention away from the curious eyes that settled on this mysterious man. he heard words, but comprehension failed him. hands pressed against his skull, as if that action alone could stabilize him. he lifted his head, eye focusing on the figure that spoke intensely. slowly, kal attempted to stand, feeling weakness in his knees. it took all his strength not to collapse to them.
❛ yellow... sun. i need a yellow sun... ❜
I just thought I would never see you again.
—Martha Kent, Superman Returns
