Clark: Dad, I feel sick whenever I'm around Lana. What does it mean?
Jonathan: Oh, son. Sounds like you have a crush!
Lana (meanwhile): *wears a kryptonite necklace*

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Clark: Dad, I feel sick whenever I'm around Lana. What does it mean?
Jonathan: Oh, son. Sounds like you have a crush!
Lana (meanwhile): *wears a kryptonite necklace*
Извините за столь явную политоту в ленте, но, думаю, что это нужно...
[Jonathan Kent opens the door]
Jonathan: Is Lex here?
Clark: Uhh, you know what-
[Lex throws themself through the window]
Clark: -he just left.
Jonathan: …really?
Clark: Yeah…
[Lex grabs a coat from through the broken window]
Lex: Sorry.
Me *watching Zod quote Shakespeare and Ancient Greek history in season 9*: Wow. He's a lot like Lex isn't he?
My friend: Pfft. No he isn't. He hasn't brought up Alexander the Great yet.
Lmao the heartbreaking thing about writing Smallville fanfic is that there’s no one to read it anymore. The tragedy of old/tiny fandoms.
I’m currently writing a very cheesy Smallville time-travel fic.
In the Absence of Things by evening_skies
It’s a very odd day when Jonathan Kent’s time travelling granddaughter crashes into the barn. There’s a knife in her stomach, and blood everywhere, but she still manages to look at Jonathan like he’s what’s wrong with the situation.
(Basically an excuse to have season 3!Jonathan Kent interact with the man his son will become. Because if Clark’s kid goes time travelling, he’s got to go bring her home, right? Right.)
@shows-up-naked-covered-in-bees @csulliven
They’d started packing up some of their things last night, and they’d found a small, creased photograph of Clark when he was four years old, tiny and bundled in several layers of sweaters and jackets. He’d been grinning—that blinding grin that took up his whole face and stunned anyone who saw it. His little hands were waving in the air, his cheeks and nose were bright pink, and Jonathan remembered taking this picture. It was Clark’s first time seeing snow.
In the Absence of Things by evening_skies
Why am I all of them 😂
Originally posted by @loislane