#lex.

[lifeformsa]

god, what A Way to find out that lana has gay moms now (i love comics)

it's a high school extracurricular activity, not MACHIAVELLIAN LARP

[lgbtcorp]

@geniuscorp.

[pumpkins4all]

Which is annoying as fuck, but it does the trick

I’m a bit disappointed really

[twiggyrps]

There's nothing wrong with a 22 year old and a 33 year old THEY ARE BOTH ADULTS

Lex is that you? Because I didn’t talk about a 33 year old and a 22 years old so this has to come from some personal experiences. But also, yes, it’s an age gap that can be highly toxic.

[gothamincarnate]

[ @super-maine ]

Still not quite feeling well enough to stand up, he coughs out an answer to Lex’s question from his hands and knees. “Well,” he replies with a sheepish smile, “We might be friends again but everyone else is hesitant to trust you. I was hoping to convince them that you are trustworthy by proving you don’t have any kryptonite hidden anywhere but in doing so I discovered -- and the hard way at that --that Batman has some kryptonite disguised as cologne.

“I know it is his because he made his own bottle and it has the bat symbol on it. Anyway, he must have made the bottle so it senses his fingerprint because when it scanned my fingerprint, it would spray but I couldn’t turn it off.”

And that’s how he found himself inhaling a whole bottle’s worth of Kryptonite which has lead to him taking on the near collapsed position he’s currently in. “You know, when he said he hid it somewhere safe, I didn’t expect for it to be in plain sight...”

-- Lex looks around before kneeling down in front of Clark. It’s not steady, perched up on the balls of his feet, balanced on a hand. Because, of course anyone walking down those too-wide too-blank Watchtower halls is going to think he’s done this. Might need to bolt any second. Even if Superman came to bat for him again, they’d say something. They’d always say something, these heroes and their unattainable goalposts. (Sometimes it felt like they didn’t even want Lex to try.)

He studies Clark’s eyes and fingernails, noting the level of kryptonite poisoning and comparing it to previous experiments he’d run in the field. (experiments in the field, that was one way to put it) Aspiration was probably the worst way to get it but at least Clark was still talking. That meant he was mostly okay, right?

Right, Clark was talking. Lex blinks, replaying the conversation in his head quickly. “You were looking for... Superman, I appreciate the help. Really. But I can defend myself without you. Done it for years before I joined the League.”

It’s a lie, he loves having someone there to support him. Someone caring about him feels nice, something he hasn’t had in decades. Having Clark at his side again, helping him through this upheaval in his life, is helping him want to change.

“Stupid hick.” Lex sighs. “I almost wish you’d found my mineral samples. They wouldn’t have done this. But Batman’s allowed to keep-- it’s Batman, of course he--” He bites off the rant with a small frown and a loud huff. Not the time or place. “Sorry.” He’s not though, because Batman is allowed to do this to his best friend and-- well, that way lies madness so he shoves it down deep.

He puts a hand on Clark’s cheek. The gesture is (mostly) clinical, keeping an eye on the color of Clark’s sclera. He reaches a hand out to (attempt) to help Superman to his feet. “Do you want me to... get someone to help you?” He doesn’t offer to do it himself despite his terrifying amount of expertise in the field of kryptonite positioning. He’s pretty sure Clark would turn him down. Even if they’re friends, he’s still Luthor. And while Lex knows that, he doesn’t want to reminder right now. Not when his friend is hurt.

“You’re still ridiculous, putting yourself at risk like that. For me, of all people.”

[svpernovasky]

hey what’s up i’m alex but my momma still calls me alexis. florida girl who moved to cali for the waves. i make virtually the same face in all my pictures because it’s the only one i look decent in. i take a lot of pictures and spend a considerable amount of time following that tiny witch sera around like her puppy but that’s fine because she’s cute or whatever. dont let my tiny body fool you, home girl can put away a whole large pizza by herself. sometimes i talk about myself in third person, as you can see exhibited in half of the previous sentence. that’s all i got but you can find me on the google thing at drvnkonrosewater which was inspired by fall out boy who i have been in love with practically since birth (patrick if ur reading this i love u and will consider going straight for you) okay thats all i have goodbye, thanks for tuning in.

[lgbtcorp]

Face it. You never would've helped if you knew the truth — you're just as myopic as they are sometimes. That's okay. But you need to understand it. They're like ants, Lee. You take away the queen, and the colony dies. Is that a world you want to live in? One so... existentially dependent on a man in a cape that it forgets how to tie its own shoelaces? The problem with reliance on such a basal level is that it has to fulfil a strict set of conditions. They sit, fat, lazy, because it simply doesn't matter anymore — Superman will save them! It is anti-evolution! They need encouragement, they need resilience! Can you hear them? They're only just starting to wake up! It's Darwinism on the most profound scale! So now, sis — sit back, have a drink, and watch the world evolve! @geniuscorp.