Liz’s purse slipped from her shoulder, only to be caught in the crook of her elbow, and the sudden jolt of it made her burn her tongue on her latte. She made a small sound of displeasure, set down her shopping bag long enough to readjust her purse, and picked up her bag long enough to get two more steps before her cell phone pinged twice.
“Really?” she groused, moving off to sit on a nearby bench. She read what she could see of the two texts without opening them, one from her co-worker, Jerry, and one from her friend/boyfriend/not-sure-what-yet Perry.
She took a cautious sip of her latte, opening one of the texts with her thumb as she did so, and firing off a brief one-handed text as she set the paper cup carefully on the bench beside her.
Liz: Sorry, can’t talk now. I’m trying to get this gift home and wrapped before he sees it.
As soon as she hit ‘Send’, she realized that she had sent it to Perry by mistake!
“Oh, no no no, you’re not supposed to know!” She began trying to compose a follow-up text, but wasn’t sure if that would only dig her hole deeper!
hi there, just wanted to thank you for the cyhiraeth page theme. I've been using it forever, and I still love it. I was wondering what happened to the oceanscape that was the background? For some reason, I lost it. Can I get it back somehow?
aw thank u for liking it so much!! :,) and ahhhh that img is gone bc for whatever reason tumblr changed the url that hosts images >:( ok look under #back and near background: you’ll see a looooong url that starts with https://41 all u gotta do is change that 41 to a 68 and that should fix it!
The paintings on the wall of the small gallery were amazing -- Raoul felt that he very well could spend an entire afternoon looking at them. After perusing the gallery, he only was more determined to speak to the artist. Maybe she’d be willing to work with the Arts Foundation? In any case, it was worth a try.
“Excuse me,” he asked the demure-looking girl sitting off to the side, watching the purveyors of the gallery, “Would you happen to have any contact information for the artist?”
15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives?16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like?
42 Character Development Questions
15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives?
Wherever Clark goes, he’s always wondering about the people he sees, the lives they lead – who they go home to, where they go home to, what sorts of things matter to them. He imagines solutions and justices where they don’t necessarily exist yet, but is unsure how to put them into place except in the printed word. This is why he fights so hard for the stories that matter to him.
When it comes to himself, he doesn’t hold the high ambitions some of his coworkers at the Planet aim for, and in fact, he shies away from imagining himself with journalistic glory. He just wants to make sure the right stories are written and published at the right times, so that they can help the most people.
When it comes to what he does as Superman and who he is biologically, this is where the doubt and fear creeps in. Is he even doing the right thing? If what the people want is for him to not interfere, can he hold himself to do that? If the people around him knew that he, Clark Kent, was a Kryptonian, what would they do? It’s a perpetual sort of doubt and anxiety, and none of those questions are easy ones to answer. They rattle around in his head, but Clark’s always been a private person – probably too private, when it comes to letting thoughts like these fester.
(second question under a cut for mentions of violence.)
16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like?
When he’s not drop-dead exhausted (for instance, if he hasn’t slept in a week), Clark will sometimes dream, though not often. More often than not they’re nightmares – his father’s death, Zod’s death, (and after his resurection) the Kryptonite spear held aloft, and the images of his mother beaten and bloody. His father’s death is the nightmare most likely to play out as an unbroken episode; the others will inject scraps of themselves into his dreams, mix and repeat.
Another nightmare is the people he loves being brutally killed, with him powerless to save them. He hasn’t spoken to anyone about these nightmares in particular.
Sometimes he dreams of what he imagines Krypton would be like, but all the locations and faces are vague except for that of his birth father’s, due to the hologram upon the scout ship. They’re more bittersweet and imagination-fueled than anything, as he knows when he awakes that he has little to go from when it comes to his birth planet.
Very occasionally he gets a happy one, usually involving a mix of people from Smallville.
@mainlytrapped replied to your post: ran;; hey friends! i’m back (after disappearing...
hi friend. take all the time you may need. nothing like this is ever your fault. i hope things will get better for you at work. i’m praying for you. and i miss you. and you’re just wonderful.
ran;; awww wu! i love you, i miss you, and i thank you so much for praying for me. i hope things are going okay on your end!
MANUS: Could I please have an americano? No room for milk... I'll take it black, thank you. (reaches for his wallet in his back-pocket, and cannot find it) I don't know... I just had it...
CLARK: Sure. That’ll be 2.50. (shifts slightly, ducks his head and runs a hand through his hair) Here. How about – this one’s on the house. We’ve all had those days. (moving to the espresso machine) Could I get a name?
“Are you all right?” Lara asked in accented English, gently helping the girl to her feet. Falls could be difficult for humans, and it was hard to check the extent of the unless one asked them directly. Lara’s touch was paper-light, barely there; she neither wanted to intrude or grip too roughly.
