#pa.

[givemebackmypills]

[vaerjs]

📍casa mia sei tu.

[gothamincarnate]

[ escapedartgeek ]

-- Jon sighed, yanking off the yellow canvas gloves and slapping the mud off on his jeans. It had finally gotten too dark to see. (And that time was shortening. That thought he ran from like a mouse from a barn cat.)

A bright light caught his eye. He looked up first, expecting a second spaceship. Well, the boy was 18. Maybe his parents were coming to pick him up. Jon shook his head and huffed. Now there was another cat that chased him.

Grasshoppers and cicadas rebounded off the flattened prairie. In the darkness the soybean fields were empty maws against the Milky Way. Kansas had a quiet but unsettling soundscape. That's why the sound caught his attention.

Gravel crunched softly-- something was skittering around in the dark, 'round the corner of the porch. Jon wrapped hands around the railing, leaning and craning his head. He hollered out into the darkness, suspicion and Midwestern hospitality mixing together.

"We ain't got anything worth stealing in that barn, I promise. Uh, look. If ya need food or something, we just got dinner on."

[rvexillology]

Pennsylvania flag redesign based off of PA. license plate feat. state colors and keystone symbol.

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[hyperactivity]

Des.

[gothamincarnate]

[ @smallblueboyscout ]

-- THE LEAVES WERE on fire, orange and yellow and reds against a grey midwestern sky. He was sitting up in a treestand with Jon, passing a thermos of cocoa back and forth. “How are things going over there? On your earth. Everything goin’ ok?”

[gothamincarnate]

[ @maxia-e-malicia my babe my bff my fav rper ever uwu ]

-- He was dying, facing his own mortality. Not facing-- wrestling, spitting in it’s damn eye. But it was a slow process, not visible from the outside. The heart hammering away at each new threat to his family-- and there had been too many threats lately.

Speaking of. Kents never were good at going down without a fight. Metal heavy in his grip, Browning lever-action ready to serve justice to a man who’d evaded it for so goddamn long.

A warning shot over Lionel’s shoulder. They were in the caves, both the safest and most dangerous place to have this confrontation. The noise echoed, the rock exploding. You mustn't hurt the archives, the punishment will be severe a warning voice in his mind.

Two birds, one stone. Wished he could bring the whole place down around them-- no more Jor-El, no more Lionel. No more Jonathan, holding his family down with hospital bills and stress.

“You attacked my family, raided my farm, kidnapped my son. I know we must just be some lowly farmers to you.” A pull of the lever, the shell popping out as he loaded a new one.

A step forward, the muzzle flush with the center of Lionel’s chest..See, y’shoot a deer in the cluster of vessels near the lungs and heart, they drop then and there. Saves the trouble of tracking a wounded animal across the forest.

“I’m not going to roll over like the rest of the town. All the bloodsoaked money in the world won’t save you from a .38 to the spine.”