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i like it when trans women exist. i think there should be more trans women

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The Last Real Kiss- c.k.

summary: ex!clark kent. bit of an excerpt/deleted scene from a fic I have coming out soon, but can stand alone. three weeks ago, you broke up with clark after he told you he was superman. while he agreed to your request to still be friends, he can't remember your last good kiss. it's driving him crazy.

He still walks her home. 

She’d asked if he wants to, made sure about seven times, because it didn’t feel right to her- an unfair expectation placed on him. The unspoken bit, that it’s an unfair expectation to place on a man who is clearly still in love with you. But he still does it, insists, because whether love is requited or not, he savors the time that he spends with her. 

It’s a comfortable silence, despire the gnawing pain in his stomach when they’re walking next to eachother, hangs swinging beside eachother, but never intertwined the way they would’ve been a few weeks ago. 

She’s talking about a story that she’s working on, a retrospective on the public housing waitlist and government spending that she’s been excited to post, and he’s listening intently. He loves that she loves her work, and he loves the excitment in her voice at it.

“Clark, you wouldn’t believe it. The waitlist is so long, it’s absurd. I’m going to tear the mayor to shreds on this, like you wouldn’t believe.”

That’s my girl, he thinks to himself, even though it isn’t really true anymore. Still he’s proud of her. She care so much about the citizens of Metropolis, even when there isn’t a monster around. 

“I’d be happy to take a look at it before you bring it to Perry, if you’d like.” he offers, and she beams at him like she’s genuinely grateful. Clark tries to ignore the swoop of his stomach. She’s so pretty in this light, the setting sun washing her face and he can’t get it out of his head that three weeks ago this conversation would’ve happened with her tucked under his arm, a fond kiss to her temple. 

Friends. Friends. He’s the one who agreed to it. He has to figure out a way to be okay with it. 

When was their last real kiss? He can’t remember now.

“You’re the best, Clark. I’d love your take on it.”

He nods, and smiles back at her with an open endearment he can’t really control. 

“So, how’re you planning to destroy the mayor?”

“Oh, I have a whole plan.”

The conversation goes on like this for the fifteen minute walk to her apartment. He wishes it was longer, because it’s the most one on one time with her. He’s quieter than usual, but he’s still listening, enraptured and nodding with enthusiam. 

They stop at her apartment, and he can see into her home- it’s on the first floor, and a protective part of himself severely dislikes that you can see into her living room from the outside. An even bigger part of himself is grateful the for the glimpse into her life. 

“Are you okay, Clark?” There’s concern in her tone, the same way she used to sound before pulling him into a hug, or when he’d fall asleep on her lap and wakeup to her soft voice whispering if he needed anything, and he’d respond nothing he doesn’t already have. 

“I’m alright, just thinking, I think.” 

He pinches the bridge of his nose. He’s tired, and the thought won’t leave his mind. He knows the last kiss they had was right before she left his place, a quick goodbye peck with the promise of seeing her the next morning. But when was the last good kiss? The last long, satisfying, bone chilling kiss- he’s not sure. He didn’t know he had to commit these things to memory. He didn’t know she was going to leave him.

“What about?” it’s a gentle prod, but one that suggests that she is not in fact going to let this go. 

“I don’t know the last time we kissed.”

It hangs in the air, awkwardly, and for a moment, he regrets saying it. 

“I think it was-“

“I know, right before you left my place. But the last- the last actual kiss. Do you remember it? Because I’ve been trying and I don’t.” She’s silent, a pensive unreadable look on her face. “I want to be your friend and I want to be able to put it to bed, you and me, but I can’t remember it. Sometimes I lay in bed and I try to figure out when was the last time, and it just won’t come to me.”

The silence between them persists, and it feels true enough that he’s glad that he said it. He loves her. He’s pretty sure she knows.

“Do you think it would help if you did?”

“I think it would.”

A moment passes, then she pulls him in by his collar. It’s a sudden movement, not like her at all, but it’s muscle memory, and he’s desperate for it. He moves on instinct, and she’s kissing him. His arms wrap around her waist, pulling her into the curve of him. She wraps her arms around his neck and he pulls her in closer to him. 

Her hands are soft as they stroke the side of his face, and he cherishes the tenderness. She fits into him, a puzzle competed, and he’s memorizing it. The way she smells, her perfume mixed with her body wash, the feel of her body pressed into his. When the kiss breaks, it’s her that does it, and he kisses down her neck instinctively, memorizing the feeling of it. 

They break apart, and he stiffens as she pulls away from him. Her lipstick is smeared, and it occurs to him his lips might be purple. 

“Do you uh,” her voice is a little hoarse with put-on air of casualness, “Do you think that helped?”

He nods, a little breathlessly. “Yeah, I think so.”

“I have to go.”

“That makes sense. It’s getting late.” he says, even though it’s not. If he stays, he might beg for her back, and he doesn’t want to ask her for something she’s told him she doesn’t want to give him. 

“I’ll, uh, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

He nods, and waves awkwardly, as just-kissed people often do.  

When he gets home, and he lies in bed, he thinks to himself that it didn’t. It didn’t do a damn thing to help him move on.

He’s praying it happens again. 

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Superman 2025 + Textposts 2/?: Clois Edition

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you can differentiate me from weevilwizard via subtle variations in our proboscis

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file -> phrases that are going to shift something in me forever

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did you hear. the sun loves him

go see my son, the poster child for uncomplicated good

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unreasonably charmed by Pendant in the shape of a ram's head, Eastern Mediterranean, 5th–4th century BC, made of glass

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Flower Prompts

Send in a character + flower and I’ll write a drabble based off the prompt, some of these are suggestive (and can be suggestive if specified) 

Other blogs feel free to reblog. 

Acacia - a hidden relationship 

Alstroemeria - going to an event that the other person in interested in just to see them happy

Ambrosia - a successful love confession 

Arbutus - a realization that you are my one and only  

Baby’s Breath - a wholesome moment

Bell Flower - a consideration of everything you have done for them

Birds Of Paradise - giving a gift to the other person that they’ve always wanted

Black Dahlia - a lie

Chrysanthemums - a vow or promise 

Clovenlip Toadflax - love unrequited 

Cyclamen - the final resignation after a breakup 

Daffodil - a wrong doing forgiven

Dandelion - finally hearing the other person laugh after a period of hardship

Daisies - a game of ‘they love me, they love me not’ 

Dianthus Barbatus - trying to make a loved one smile by any means necessary 

Forget-Me-Not - a heartfelt goodbye

Freesia - telling a secret of which they’ve told no one else

Fungus - loneliness that causes the search for comfort in anyone

Gardenia - the love of a friend who doesn’t want to just be friends

Heliotrope - the determination to do anything for their loved one

Hibiscus - the realization of a friendship becoming something more 

Lily Of The Valley - a tear, followed by a sob

Orange Rose - experiencing constant as well as distracting thoughts of the other person

Orchid - an innocent moment devolving into something that’s not

Petunia - resentment that runs deep 

Plumeria - discovering a flower field together 

Purple Hyacinth - a plea for forgiveness 

Purple Iris - a compliment that accidentally slips out

Purple Lilac - love at first sight

Rainflower - realizing that you/they love them/you back

Red Carnation - a moment of yearning 

Red Roses - an anniversary 

Single Rose - being still in love after the relationship ends 

Spider Flower - a joke about getting eloped turning serious 

Sunflower - drunken rambling about their adoration  

Sweet Pea - a tender moment 

Tulip - an act of affection so blatant everyone notices

Violet - a daydream about the future 

White Lilac - first time together 

Yellow Carnation - a rejected love confession 

Yellow Rose - a happy thought that causes a smile 

Zinnia - confessing how much they are missing you 

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Superman cast share their hopes for their characters' future

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Sorry I’m posting so much about the idea of fic but no fic- my WIP is like soooo long

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three months ago we had our first date......

RACHEL BROSNAHAN as LOIS LANE and DAVID CORENSWET as CLARK KENT / SUPERMAN in SUPERMAN (2025)

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my life lately

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already in love with social worker!reader

she's so cute though!!! she wears cardigans and fun patterns and makes visuals for her job :)) her house is filled with candles and books on emotional regulation!! she's overworked but she loves her job bc she just likes being the person people call when they need a shoulder to cry on and someone to help!! n clark is always telling her not to overwork herself bc she overdoes it bc she just wants to help ppl but who's going to take care of her!!!! HE IS

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the irrisistable urge to make my reader a social worker bc I Am A Social Worker

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I don’t take hints. Throw a rock at me