you do not have to be good

this is my old teen tumblr, i came here bc fandom twt pissed me off im @bylinebabe there and hemingaway/bylinebabe on ao3 listen, joy is coming resources

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eternal yearning of the kryptonian mind — clois au, amnesia, romcom, tragic and angsty, grief, funny too, found family, ensemble cast, happy ending, eventually explicit, 70k, completed.

or: what could clark go through, for his line “i can’t live in a world where you don’t love me,” to deserve its weight? + all these scenes we were robbed of in canon: monster truck rallies, dancing in the rain, and stargazing.

here on ao3

Here's the thing about Clark Kent that nobody knew:

He had rules.

Not the kind of rules his parents had taught him—be kind, work hard, use your abilities to help people. Those were givens, baked into his DNA (or whatever passed for DNA in a Kryptonian). No, these were different. These were survival rules, developed over years of trial and error, designed to keep him sane in a world where he would never quite belong.

Clark Kent is perfect, ridiculously good looking, and completely commitment-phobic—he has to be, so he can be the Superman everyone needs. Until he meets Lois Lane, who fucks everything up in less than 24 hours—except she doesn’t remember any of it.

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beyond gorgeous art i commissioned from noirecheris3 for eternal yearning of the kryptonian mind

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people are unironically enjoying the absolute bore and slopfest that is cl*xana here I can’t believe it, there really are all kinds of people

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hmmm maybe the one good thing abt twitter was mute, cos I don’t wanna hard block some people yet, but I also don’t wanna see any more of your content

[highonoverthinking]

July wasn’t going so well for franz kafka

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omfg got to work and realised I forgot my bra, lord I’m putting everything on this XL scrub top save me

[saintkatya]

[tropiyas]

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i feel like I’ve been contributing to this early 2000s magazine “sex tips”-esque propaganda with my fic, but i hope you all know irl vaginal arousal doesn’t taste like strawberries and peaches, it’s acidic and tastes a lot like human skin, with maybe hints of various things based on diet and health, but it’s still overall not a gourmand experience. that’s something we write (perhaps wrongly I’m realising) for evocative imagery. your pussy does not have to taste (and will never physiologically) like vanilla. someone who loves you will eat you out, sweating, unshowered, after a 14 hour shift anyway.

[kara-zor-els]

I would like to thank Darkseid for giving both Absolute Clark and Lois such devastating face cards

[evoketheforms]

[intimatum]

Rebecca Lindenberg, The Believer interview

[mystgourmet-deactivated20200102]

[banhmigoddess]

My one boring tip to anyone in their 20s is to resist the temptation to rot in your room every time you get a free moment. Dismiss any neuroses you have about going outside and "being perceived". Be a dictator about it, plan your hangouts like they are binding commitments. No excuses! Go to the bar with your friends. Be kinda hungover at work. Socializing is like exercise; even if you don't feel like you want to, you should still do it because it's good for you.

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it never goes away i think of you all the time even if i don’t speak of it i am haunted by you always you are the voice in my head and the hole in my chest and the burning behind my eyes and the anger running through me like a live wire

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happier that I’m forgetting, more functional this way, I have always been ruthless at surviving.

waking up in a panic because I’m forgetting, sometimes your face and voice are far from me.

you always told me the best skill is to delay a breakdown. I’m too young and at the peak of my career. I am doing this for you. you said as women we need to have a purpose beyond: wife, mother. we need to have something of our own, achieved with our own hands, that no one can take from us. no one can take my FANZCA from me.

I will have time for you to haunt me once I’m an attending, with a constant and generous income stream, in a big, hopefully not empty, house. I can delay it until then. I hope I will still have enough of you then.

(I never dream of you well, or from Before, just you sick, and me neglecting you and not getting to you in time. are you angry at me? is this the wrong path?)

[malinaa]

Homer, The Odyssey (trans. Emily Wilson)

[nonbinary-merwen]

gwen/morgana for @morgwenmicrofic prompt: poetry