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ind. AU SUPERMAN & CLARK KENT .:. PRIVATE & SELECTIVE ( temp. dash only - read first )

[dalordofsparkles]

. this blog has - M O V E D - to @heroesandtheirconsequences .

[devpatels]

Dev Patel in Modern Love

[sleepsoundtonight]

healthy competition || lois & clark

@bracteatum

         Clark's disheveled, as usual. Awake for days, slept at his desk. The fact that the Daily Planet doesn't have a room with cots and a shower is rather feeble planning, given that their reporters rarely go home but it’s time to clock out. Eat something that doesn’t need a microwave. Take a shower in his own apartment, rather than the YMCA down the block. Sleep, maybe? Whatever the hell ‘sleep’ is.

He's managed to wash up, had to have Jimmy pick a suit up from the cleaners (and be reminded that Jimmy Olsen's not a fucking personal assistant, which is a fair point), and he's trying to get his suit jacket on, tie in his mouth when he makes it to the elevator just in time for it to close. He sighs, drops the tie into his hands and starts to drape it around his neck, collar flipped up to his ears.

    He knows Lois is standing beside him before he sees her, her perfume's not strong but it's made an impression, and he finishes badly tying the tie and starts to turn down his collar, "Up or down?" Clark clears his throat gently and clarifies, “The elevator, not the collar. I heard you were put on the Pepper Potts interview?”

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Send “New Years Kiss” to give my muse a kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve

[tiffsmemes]

wounded taken from the 2005 percival everett book.

i was thinking that i’d be a little lost without you here.

you were having a bad dream.

i never thought i’d need anyone again, but i need you. is that okay?

find something warm, though. you’re going to need it.

this is going to sting a little.

am i dead or do i just feel like it?

if it scares you, it scares you. that’s pretty simple.

i’m going to bed. you go to bed, too.

the problem is that guns are easy. any idiot can use one and any idiot can feel tough with one.

it’s five thirty in the morning.

killing isn’t hard. it only takes a second. it’s what comes after that’s hard.

sorry for running out like a stupid child and causing everybody to worry.

take another breath. let it all out.

you forgot to eat lunch again.

that’s it, we’re going to the hospital.

the people you expected to do the bad thing did the bad thing.

sorry i made you come out there and have to save me.

scary stuff.

you were in bad shape.

it’s a tough time, these holidays.

when you call me son, i almost believe it.

this is all so unreal.

that’s going to eat at me for the rest of the day.

you’re in a world of trouble and that’s what you need to be worried about.

to tell the truth, i’m scared.

my fingers hurt.

don’t worry about that now. let’s just get home.

i’ve got bad news.

it’s okay to love something bigger than yourself without fearing it. anything worth loving is bigger than we are anyway.

you’ll slow me down and i’ll be worrying about you.

people live, people die. people split up, people stay together and make each other miserable.

have at it, buckaroo.

put your butt in a chair.

i trust him about as much as i trust any white man with a gun.

makes as much sense as anything.

go grab yourself some lunch.

a little dizzy, queasy all of a sudden.

in other words, get it your damn self.

not bad? whatever happened to “great” or “good”?

you don’t want to understand. you won’t try to understand.

[sleepsoundtonight]

                Got to start somewhere, right? Like for a starter, feel free to specify Clark or Superman. xoxo

[ethereal-rpg]