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Casey's Supes Problem
Yes, mentally I am very much still here.
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She showed up at the last minute still drunk to pick up her dog after a week of partying off planet, called Superman a bitch, and left. I love her already.
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Saw Superman today and I really liked it!! I have to say I found myself a bit more drawn in by hoult’s lex. He was so hateable and amazingly acted. David corenswet really embodied Superman too
Thank you James Gunn for the eye candy 🥰
#Superman 2025#no complaints here solid movie#also my Clark fics have been getting lots of interactions lately and I think it’s bc of the movie 😭
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#I don't know how many more "He gets it" I have left in me
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clark, who perks up when you call his name the way dogs react to hearing the word walk. pleasantly startled, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed energy in a six-foot-something frame.
clark, who insists on carrying all the groceries. so now you just walk beside him, one arm looped through his, watching him play pack mule with unconcealed joy.
clark, who sits beside you at the fountain, tearing bread crusts into little hunks for the doves.
clark, who taps your knee when he spots a squirrel in the park. stops mid-step and whispers, “look, look,” with the same excitement of one pointing out a comet—never mind it’s just a rodent with a peanut.
clark, who sets his lockscreen to a selfie of you both. candid, taken mid-laugh. your head resting against his shoulder, his smile half-formed, cheek pressed into your temple. he carries a printed copy in his wallet, too.
clark, who texts you pictures he’s taken. things that remind him of you, or things he knows you’d like. a cat loaf in a patch of sunlight, a diner chalkboard advertising your favourite pie, or a silly meme he figured you’d laugh at.
clark, who always ends up the big spoon, no matter how you start. even if you fall asleep facing him, curled into his chest. by morning, you’ll wake up with his arm around your waist.
clark, who really knows how to cook. real food, too—not just bachelor chow reheated in a pan. i’m talking soups from scratch or stews that simmer for hours. he doesn’t let you lift a finger unless it’s to taste-test something off the spoon.
clark, who hums commercial jingles around the apartment while doing chores, such as lifting the entire couch (with you still on it) so he can vacuum underneath.
clark, who carries you bridal-style to bed.
clark, who packs little sandwiches in wax paper when you work late. your name written in block letters across the front.
clark, who leaves post-it notes behind cabinets, in the pockets of your jackets. blue ink scrawled sideways. “i love you,” “you looked really pretty this morning.”
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Nicolandria uppp omg my winners
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The only reason I’m watching this awful show 😭
#nicolandria#dickory#is that not dick Grayson and star fire?#olandria = oleander = koriandr 🫨#love island
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OK BUT OLANDRIA AND NIC ARE LOWKEY GIVING STARFIRE AND ROBIN (LOOK WISE?)???
Like star fire is black girl coded lets be frfr!!!
Plus Olandria’s body and face??? ALIEN SUPERSTAR. Nic has those Dick Grayson curls too like???
Do y'all see the vision???
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Random check in: I don’t know if I’m doing anything right with revisions and it’s taking me forever but I don’t want to give up when this is the closest I’ve ever been to my dream 🥺
#brfmusings#miss writing fic#sometimes I reread my stuff here because I’m actually kinda proud of it
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are you guys ever reading a good fic and then the author just adds a random terrible line and you just stare at it like this:

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No but Caleb from lads is pretty much how I imagined dick grayson in checking in??
#brfmusings#the way I can replace Caleb w dick and it still makes sense lmao#idk if i made it apparent enough that dick was a yandere lol
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Forget the room was messy. Tell me about the coffee mug with lipstick on the rim, sitting next to an overflowing ashtray. The books stacked haphazardly, their spines cracked, their pages dog-eared like they’ve been lived in. The old sweater on the chair, still holding the ghost of someone’s shape. Details don’t just paint a picture, they tell a story.
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Caleb seeing you again after being a hunter and your body is still soft from the way he remembers it. Thick thighs and that stomach pooch. The way your face is still round with cherubic cheeks that he likes to pinch and he thinks to himself what a good job he had done for taking care of you.
Caleb is damn proud. He sees your plump body and it reminds him as a testament of his love for you.
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