#exoplanetological

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-- The little sister bit her lip, fingers clenching and clenching at her side. The phone rang. And rang. And rang. Each one was expected-- she had done her part in destroying their relationship, after all. Small wonder that Lex would let it go to voicemail.

Did he know that she had gone to his funeral? 

A pick up on the other line, be it secretary or her brother himself. A rush of words, trying to get it out as best she could before they hung up. “Lex. T--this is Lena.” A small hitch in her voice had her slow down.

Luthor’s don’t cry. The anger in Lionel’s voice towards Lex. The admiration towards her. She’d been so foolish not to see it before but god, she had just wanted a family. To not feel abandoned and cast away after being left alone at such a young age.

 “I heard that... that you went to the hospital again. I-- I know that we haven’t spoken in, well, quite a while. But I wanted to... no, I needed to tell you that I’m sorry for how I treated you.

“ I know it’s far, far too late for words. But I wanted to make that clear. Even if you don’t believe me. I know I hurt you. But I have a clearer head now. And I hope that maybe, since they released you, you do as well. And if you need to talk... I’m here. I’m here for you, big brother. Lex. If you need to talk to anyone, even if-- even if it’s about Julian. I won’t get mad. I know you were young. I-- I don’t blame you.” The wrong thing to say. Practically shoving her Louboutins into her mouth. 

“Or if you just want to catch up, and we won’t mention any of the shadows that hang over us. We can focus on... the brighter things. I know it seems disingenuous that I’m only reaching out to you after this. Maybe it is. But I mean it, every word.” 

And she finally breathes, and waits for the other to speak.

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1.

lex was gone and then he wasn’t, a flurry and a breath and he was alive again! and it was horrible, because he was suffering again. and he died four more times.

2. 

one of alton’s deepest fears was his immortality. if he didn’t get hurt, did that mean he couldn’t die? would he be wandering the earth, forever looking 30 years old, among the rubble and 99 red balloons?

and then alton finally met clark who told him that no, they apparently didn’t die. they lived for a long time.

3.

once over moonshine strong enough to get a kryptonian drunk, clark told alton about lois and about how he was terrified that she was going to die. that even if he saved her, he couldn't stop her from aging.

4.

lex was back in his arms. alton was awake and staring at the ceiling. listening to him breathing. and a terrifying, disgusting thought. 

that, at least if he was going to be around for the end of the world, he would have clark and kara and lex with him. lex would be around just as long as alton was. even when it was just them. 

it would be hell, but it would be a little bit less of a hell if he had someone with him.

5.

he finally got himself to sleep. he dreamed of earth, overtaken by nature. unkempt and wild after the humans had died out. 

kara had mon-el, alton had lex. clark had ghosts and memories. they all separated and wandered the ruins of the world, had every inch memorized over the centuries. watching new animals rise and die out in miniature extinctions. it kept the boredom at bay.

the trees started slowly turning into new species. centuries into ages. nature changing while they didn’t.

they would all meet in the forest that had once been a farmhouse. once a week-- did weeks exist now? time was a human construct and there were no humans left. they met when they wanted to.

alton kept the farmhouse clean. he would use other houses to cannibalize boards and nails and after centuries ,there were no dead wood left so he would cut down trees of his own. theseus’ ship in a now alien forest that was one a cornfield.

he opened his eyes and it was only 2018 and there were still 7 billion humans on earth and countless alien races. and lex was in bed beside him.

6.

another dream, less surreal and more nightmarish. no clark or kara. only a burned city.

lex hates him, for some reason that dreams are always vague about. a fight over something the dream doesn’t bother to conjure up. 

but they are the only ones left. there is no one else to go to, no third party to talk to or to cool off with. so they simply separate, each in one hemisphere and totally alone. anger and rage still stewing with no outlet.

alton wakes up again, with a rattling and horrified gasp like the one that lex had first woken up with. lex is awake and staring at him and alton has no idea where they’re going to end up, but he’s here now. and now is enough. 

the future is too terrifying to consider for long.

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Grant had only been in Metropolis for a short period of time, but he had been able to locate the facility where Lex was being held. He didn’t understand why he was there, nor why they kept him in complete solitary. When he spoke with Lionel, he had mentioned that Lex had a mental disorder he was being treated with. The medications that were given to him was keeping him from being completely lucid, for his safety. None of it made sense to Grant, but he still wanted to see him, rather than wait until he was ‘better.’ Signing his name in the visitor log, they gave him a badge, and they escorted him to his room.

The room resembled that of asylum, and Lex was tightly confined in some sort of rectangular box. If it weren’t made of metal, he would of mistaken it as a coffin. Grant felt uneasy, but nonetheless entered the room. Was this the really the brother Lionel had told him was dangerous?. That had wanted him dead? Once closer, Grant looked at Lex’s face, searching for some form of humanity to the so called monster he had been told about before. “Hello, brother.”

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exoplanetological replied to your post: ✉ A fandom that you feel is open and accepting?

Nah they got funky with TFA. You should’ve seen the amount of shit some ppl were getting for Luke skywalker hcs. Like complaining that anyone who wrote him as anything other than ace or gay was wrong.

ahHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 

why do people have to engage in bierasure the fuckers

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[ @exoplanetological is getting dragged into my sadness today ]

A blurry oval hovered over him. He blinked and then saw a familiar face. Lex was holding something cold to his head. Alton tried to relax. Everything felt like swimming, thick and humid and hard to move. Lex was here taking care of him. He was safe, right?

But something in the back of his mind, they’re coming for you. They’re coming for you. What was the story he had been told so often as a child? Men in suits to drag you away and experiment on you, government operatives following spaceships and kidnapping human witnesses and abductees. They’d take him too, especially when he was weak like this. An alien to dissect and take apart.

“You’ll keep them away, right? Don’t let them get me.”

[okieufo]

Kiss + 15 or 5

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All three had gone to fight Doomsday along with the League. And all three of Krypton’s final children had fallen. Alton had no monument, had no eternal flame in his honor like his family. Buried alongside his mother and father.

Three ships glowed in the night. One in a research station in Metropolis, one at a scientists’s home in National City, one out in a storm cellar in a red dirt town. Each one fulfilling it’s mission: protect the passengers, keep them alive. Keep them safe.

It was night, and he was in his body again. He had been dead and buried, gone, gone, gone. And then he was awake. Not the sunlight healing him but the moon, wrapping his body in a soft glow and light. That shaking, shattering breath of reanimation that he had heard Lex take the first time that he had died and come back. 

Mercifully, he woke up outside of his coffin. The mystery slowly put itself together. He was sprawled out under the moon, panting hard, like he was exhausted. In the places where the earth was still intact, the grass had already grown over the grave. He had been dead for a while. Be it instinct or magic, he had managed to claw his way out without being fully conscious of it. And he hadn’t come back to his own mind until just now, with his back against the cool grass and staring up at the sky.

He hadn’t flown this quickly in recent memory. There was a sharp cracking sound behind him, the wind going fast enough to sting even his skin. Gold sun and silver wings collided in his mind again. Fear, confusion, questioning sanity. Lex had felt him and he was already starting to tear his mind apart again. No, no. And Alton rocketed through the window, glass shattering all around. He took a moment to recover.

Lex was standing behind his desk, staring at him. Alton, a ghost picking himself up from the broken glass. Pale and harshly shadowed in the moonlight and office florescents. Funeral suit smeared in red clay like blood. He stood slowly, hands outstretched. He could feel, could see Lex’s confusion and fear and pain.

“It’s me. It’s really me. Lex.” He took a step forward and Lex let him, not shrinking back. He took that as a sign to take a second step, and another. Closing the distance. Both men held their breath, staring. Altons’ hand went up to cup his cheek, that familiar brush of a thumb. And Lex, either believing him or content to let himself go along with a perceived hallucination, leaned into it. 

It was not a deep kiss, the situation far too tenuous for that. But it was soft and gentle, uncertainties being put to rest. Hopefully. That was all that Alton could do for now. Hope. He rested his head against Lex’s. Feeling his warmth and his solidity, like Lex was the one who was the hallucination. “I’m real. It’s me. Something-- something brought me back. I’m real, I promise.”

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exoplanetological replied to your post: the pronunciation difference between the...

You know tbh I always thought the cw pronunciation of ‘kara’ was wrong cause I thought it was ka-ruh not kar-uh. And kal like…Kat. not kahl

I don’t know, maybe it depends on which one we grew up with or something, because I was first exposed to DC through the MoS movie and I like that they say “Kahl” because it sounds more........ alien. It is kinda funny specifically for Kara tho bc Supergirl the show makes a point that Cat Grant says “Ka-ruh” and Kara is like..... no??? that’s not my name???

(tagging @maraonlaidre too)

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exoplanetological replied to your post: i don't understand the wrestling thing but u seem...

You are literally the only reason I know anything abt wrestling bc I stopped half-watching it sometime in 2014 probably.

I haven’t really watched anything but live shows lately but man there’s just something about it that got me out of nowhere

also it kills me because I 100 percent always wanna make more ocs and use wrestlers as face claims

LIKE TANIEL

except then I would just neglect them all the time

LIKE MY SHIT SON TANIEL