Stuck on neurotic yin-yang eejits in love. And sometimes in space. Or pop bands. Or caught between Heaven and Hell | Slow and sporadic fanvid maker | Occasional Tumblr-er | she/her | Excuse the mess
Hello Red Dwarf Tumblr! I hope you'll forgive a post from a former lurker. My recent Nth rewatch of Red Dwarf sent me deeper than ever, finally reading the books and tumbling (pun not intended but what the heck) into the fandom here and discovering all your lovely Rimster content and fan fiction and feeling very at home. New as I am to vidding, after hearing this song's lyrics, I couldn't resist making this edit with Old Iron Balls – my long-time favourite (with Lister coming in close behind, as it were) and prooobably first crush.
It ended up a bit Rimster flavoured too (inevitable, really). After all, our Arnie will stare directly at his sun... <3 If any of you felt like giving it a watch, I'd be honoured!
Lex's worst fear in Scare being identical to his destiny in Hourglass (which he can't have seen since Cassandra told Clark he was the only one to see his future), decimating the entire earth. Poor baby was too doomed to ever escape
Combined with Clark's future in Hourglass being in an endless graveyard. Okokokok. Fellas is it gay if your destinies intertwine around being the only living being left on the planet but one of you was responsible for its destruction and the other for saving it
Pssssst here's another excerpt of my time loop divorcemaxxing future fic fic that is slated to come out in ...... checks watch ...... 16 days
*guttural shriek* (it's only 5/8 done)
[smallville finale spoilers under the cut]
There is no version of me who will not dedicate his life to eradicating this world of your filth, Superman.
More tears fall down his cheeks.
He's shellshocked. Not 15, 16, 17, 18, or 21 anymore, but 35. Older than Lex is, right now. 35 and divorced, with a son who's half Lex. And he's Superman. Clark Kent is the alter ego.
Bumbling, bespectacled Clark Kent.
"Clark?" Lex asks, cautiously.
The way he says his name.
"L-Lex?"
Lex nods slowly. "Yes?"
His hands start to slip from Clark's cheeks, but Clark grabs them, flattening them there, leaning into the warmth of Lex's palms. He shuts his eyes and feels more tears roll down his cheeks.
"Clark," Lex says, more sternly. "What is this? What's going on?"
"You remember me?"
"Remember you? Of course I—"
Clark throws his arms around him, and the impact knocks the wind out of Lex, or at the very least, what he was going to say next. He feels Lex's heart thumping against his own chest, and Lex, he's stock still, not returning the hug, but he's letting him.
He's letting Clark touch him.
Whiskey and his cologne and the fresh scent of his soap invade Clark's senses and he chokes down a sob remembering this Lex is gone, where he is now. Where they both are. Not just his memories, but this body. The one Clark fished from the river, the one that helped him through the tunnels, it's gone. And it's never, ever coming back.
That choked sob becomes a real one and he feels Lex's hands come to his waist, then slide up his back, and then Lex is holding Clark tightly to himself, too.
And that's how they stay. For as long as Lex can bear it. Because for Clark, an eternity would still feel too short.
6
"Can I offer you one?"
Lex holds a tumbler of scotch up in his right hand. Pale, unscarred skin. Neat, manicured nails. Unharmed.
Clark swallows a lump and shakes his head.
"Suit yourself."
He comes to join Clark on the couch again and takes a sip. His right hand rests the tumbler along the edge of the couch behind them, and Clark can feel Lex's eyes brushing the side of his face, but Clark can't take his gaze from his hand.
Nothing can be changed.
Fuck you, J'onn. Then why send me here?
But he remembers why, and it isn't J'onn, whose idea this was. It was Clark's. But that's always been Clark's shortcoming. Thinking through the plan. Sinking himself down into it before he was already there.
Bruce always excelled at that.
But Clark—
Clark didn't think about how it would feel to be sitting next to an unharmed, whole Lex.
He didn't think about how it would unsteady his aim, occlude the mission plan.
Nothing could be changed, but why not, J'onn? Why couldn't they?
Knew the answer to that, too. Everyone who's ever seen Back to the Future knows it. Change one thing, and you change everything, and not in the way you hope.
"Clark," Lex says.
Clark picks his eyes up to his face as Lex holds the scotch out to him again, presuming, Clark guesses, that that's what Clark can't stop staring at.
Rules: In a new post, share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).
This one's from Meet Me at The Divide, an upcoming Smallville fic of mine where a post-series Lex accidentally hard resets his own brain back to the moment he first had his memory wiped at Belle Reve in 2003.
Lex wakes up in a strange, unfamiliar world with no memory of the past 13 years and, naturally, immediately seeks out Clark, who, unlike Lex, remembers every detail of the past decade and a half and all the many ways they've hurt each other... and handles the whole thing about as well as you could expect 😭😭
Chapter 1 will be posted for Smallville Clex Week for the Truth/Memory prompt on 9th June so watch this space!!
Oh right yeah, here's the line lol:
"It’s an outfit selected in calculated juxtaposition to Lex, who is wild-eyed and unkempt from lack of sleep and wearing clothes that mark him as a madman."
i'm not sure who has/hasn't been tagged yet so everyone doing @smallvilleclexweek consider yourselves tagged ☺️❤️
i'm sooo excited for this event, i've been writing my arse off for this hahaha. i can't wait to see what everyone else has been working on!!
