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𝗦𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗕𝗮𝘁!𝗔𝗨 — in which Clark wakes up needing Bruce, and neither of them is quite ready to let go of the night before. Morning light, messy moments, and something tender buried under all the sweat and heat.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 // 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑬-𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻

The water beat down like warm rain, steady and hypnotic as it spilled from the showerhead above. It rolled over the broad planes of Clark’s shoulders and down the ridged length of his spine, cutting through the faint salt left behind by sleep. 

His skin glistened beneath the stream, every muscle line sharpened by the shine of steam-slick warmth. The water followed the deep furrow between his shoulder blades, gliding along the indentations of muscle like it knew the terrain by heart, like it had been here before. And maybe it had - morning after morning, in this same quiet space where the world couldn’t touch him.

Clark stood still beneath it all, his hands planted flat against the tile wall in front of him, his fingers splayed as if bracing against something heavier than the water. 

Head bowed, chin tucked toward his chest, the cords of his neck taut with the simplicity of stillness. The air was thick with mist, curling soft and ghostlike around his frame. Every deep inhale filled his lungs with eucalyptus and soap and the faint heat of lingering summer.

He liked to take his time in the mornings. 

Here, stripped down to nothing but skin and silence, Clark didn’t have to carry anyone else’s weight. No emergencies, no interviews, no invisible hum of trouble tapping at the edge of his awareness. Just him, warm water, and the beginning of a new day that hadn’t yet demanded anything from him.

His chest rose and fell slowly, water sliding in rivulets over his pectorals, down to his firm abdomen where every muscle twitched slightly with each shift in breath. Droplets traced the deep curve beneath his ribs and followed the subtle trail of hair that led from his navel downward, disappearing beneath the towel still hanging on the hook nearby. 

The water moved lower, streaming over the sharp lines of his hips, across the dense muscle of his thighs, his calves, until it reached the floor in a rhythmic tap, tap, tap against the porcelain basin.

The bathroom was filled with the steady murmur of falling water and the occasional soft hiss of steam escaping toward the ceiling. The mirror had long since fogged over, leaving nothing but the suggestion of a silhouette on its surface - a blurred echo of Clark’s form. 

His hair was soaked, dark and heavy, clinging to his forehead in loose waves, the drops that fell from it cold against his overheated skin.

Outside the small frosted window, dawn was beginning to stretch across Metropolis in gold and rose. The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, but the sky had begun to shift from navy to the soft blue of early morning. A breeze moved through the city - just barely enough to stir the trees on the street below. September had arrived without warning, slipping in under the heels of August like a secret. 

The air carried it - something crisp, not quite cold, but a reminder of things changing. The tail end of summer warmth still clung to the concrete, but there was a bite beneath it now, like the first exhale before autumn took over completely.

Clark tilted his head back slightly, letting the water strike his face directly. 

It cascaded down over his cheekbones and jaw, across his lips and neck, collecting in the hollow of his collarbones before sliding down the arch of his chest. His skin was flushed, tinted rose from the heat, but he didn’t move to adjust the temperature. He wanted to feel it soak in - to feel himself , fully and completely, before the day began.

He ran a hand slowly down his abdomen, across the sharp indent of his hip, his touch lazy, unhurried. There was no one to see, no performance here. Just sensation. Just the quiet pleasure of warmth on flesh, the pulse of blood moving languidly under his skin. The world could wait. Even Bruce could wait.

But then - his nose caught something.

Faint. Barely there. But wrong.

Clark stilled, his fingers halfway through smoothing his hand down his side. The scent filtered in through the rising mist and eucalyptus soap. It was subtle at first - hidden beneath the steam - but his senses were sharper than most. It only took a few seconds of silence for it to rise, curling in through the cracks under the bathroom door like a warning.

Smoke.

Not the kind that signaled danger, not quite. It didn’t carry the panic of burning buildings or electric wires. It was lighter. Thinner. Familiar in a domestic sort of way.

Burnt food.

Clark’s lips parted as a quiet sigh left him, amusement threading its way into the curve of his mouth. His brows lifted faintly, and a soft chuckle escaped his throat, low and chest-deep, resonating through the tiles like a secret shared with no one.

So Bruce was awake.

And cooking.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 // 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑬-𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻

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Changeover🔊

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Happy Pride Month!!🌈⭐️❤️

Have those silly pride dragons!<3

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reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!

We’ll find you Amanda.

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Reblog daily for health and prosperity

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Do not let them erase this. Do not let them tell you he meant "my heart goes out for you."

This man is the grandson of a Canadian Nazi sympathizer who moved to South Africa BECAUSE he thought the apartheid was just the coolest.

He has a gaggle of kids specifically because he believes his genes are superior and need to be spread to improve humanity.

He has thrown his support behind the neonazi party in Germany and the far right party in the UK, not to mention how far he's wormed up the ass of the Republican party.

He threw two sieg heil salutes back to back at the inauguration of the president of the United States and is trying to scrub the evidence off the internet.

Elon Reeve Musk is a fucking Nazi.

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Hello there! 🌸💫 I hope this message finds you in good spirits 💕

I’m reaching out with a humble request to help my family in Gaza. Could you please reblog my pinned post or contribute $10 to help us meet our basic needs and provide essentials for the children in my family? 🙏🏼

Your support, whether through sharing our story or donating, brings hope and relief to us during these challenging times. Together, we can make a difference. 🌼

Thank you for taking the time to read this. Your kindness means the world to us. 🌷✨💖

Either reblog their pinned post or donate or share to someone who can, anything will help❤️🇵🇸🍉

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no way ppl are using ai to write ao3. what happened to being a tortured writer. what happened to blood on the page. what happened to the ao3 curse. people used to get run over, have their houses burned down, break their entire spines and they still put in the work to finish a chapter. fuck you, using ai. y’all are weak

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( <= green bean

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YOU WILL FIND A WAY!!!! YOU WILL FIND A WAY . You will find a WAY ….. you WILL find a way . You will find a way you will find a way……!! YOU WILL FIND A WAY YOU WILL FIND A WAY you will find a Way you will (find) a way you will find. a way you will find a way YOU WILL FIND A WAY!!!!!!!

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i literally dont care what your excuse for using AI is. if you didnt put your own effort into making it im not putting my own effort into interacting with it.

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Me: You know how when you were a kid and you’d wish that you’d get sick or injured in a way that would justify why you didn’t live up to your potential?

Everybody, apparently: No?

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We know many of you have seen NaNoWriMo's recent statements on generative AI...

Well, we have too—and that's why we've made the decision to retract our sponsorship of NaNo.

Your support and belief in human creativity, transparency and collaboration mean everything to us, and we're committed to staying true to that. Thank you all! 💙

You can read our full statement here.

The Ellipsus team xo

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Reblog to give a trans woman a warm cup of soup

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if your man sends you an evil ass text message and you don’t know how to respond, come to me. I will ghost write your response.