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I’m here

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I’m here

[mansteeled]

most of you may have noticed that im not on this blog as of late. i love clark and i want to continue writing him. i created this blog under a new alias, a new fandom, a place i could set new boundaries i was comfortable with, and to avoid feeling pressured to follow particular blogs. now that i feel more comfortable with myself and enforcing my boundaries, i will be moving clark to my multi. i will be going by my real name. if you would like to stay following me, like this post and i will follow you from the multi. 

[mansteeled]

most of you may have noticed that im not on this blog as of late. i love clark and i want to continue writing him. i created this blog under a new alias, a new fandom, a place i could set new boundaries i was comfortable with, and to avoid feeling pressured to follow particular blogs. now that i feel more comfortable with myself and enforcing my boundaries, i will be moving clark to my multi. i will be going by my real name. if you would like to stay following me, like this post and i will follow you from the multi. 

[mansteeled]

most of you may have noticed that im not on this blog as of late. i love clark and i want to continue writing him. i created this blog under a new alias, a new fandom, a place i could set new boundaries i was comfortable with, and to avoid feeling pressured to follow particular blogs. now that i feel more comfortable with myself and enforcing my boundaries, i will be moving clark to my multi. i will be going by my real name. if you would like to stay following me, like this post and i will follow you from the multi. 

[mansteeled]

most of you may have noticed that im not on this blog as of late. i love clark and i want to continue writing him. i created this blog under a new alias, a new fandom, a place i could set new boundaries i was comfortable with, and to avoid feeling pressured to follow particular blogs. now that i feel more comfortable with myself and enforcing my boundaries, i will be moving clark to my multi. i will be going by my real name. if you would like to stay following me, like this post and i will follow you from the multi. 

[mansteeled]

most of you may have noticed that im not on this blog as of late. i love clark and i want to continue writing him. i created this blog under a new alias, a new fandom, a place i could set new boundaries i was comfortable with, and to avoid feeling pressured to follow particular blogs. now that i feel more comfortable with myself and enforcing my boundaries, i will be moving clark to my multi. i will be going by my real name. if you would like to stay following me, like this post and i will follow you from the multi. 

[mansteeled]

suntched​:

history knew her as many different things, she had lost track of the tales she had started long ago. the burning sun, the guiding light, the shepherd. but there was always pieces missing. they never captured her image right, her laughter, her joy. maybe if she got all the pieces together she could form into one person, but even then sol doubted anyone would get it right. she had hidden pieces of herself away over the centuries. the longing, the desire to simply rest. as the years went by more and more of her became hidden, internalised in a way that she knew wasn’t healthy. 

it became a habit after a while, to find others with the same longing; sombre voices, the same hunched shoulders that spoke of secrets never told. as his words trailed off she tilted her head intently listening for more. she laced her fingers under her chin, leaning forward to better capture his words.

“it can be hard,” she mused, voice soft but her tone implied that she understood. “how do you know they’re the right person? sometimes some secrets are best left buried and forgotten.” 

               how  do  you  know?  he  wished  he  knew  the  answer  to  that.  it  would  make  his  life  a  little  easier  if  he  could  look  at  someone  and  tell  he  could  trust  them  implicitly.  life  had  a  way  of  being  complex  and  complicated  while  being  simple  in  ways  he  didn’t  always  comprehend.  he  sighed  and  shook  his  head. 

               ❛  you  don’t.  sometimes  all  you  have  is  faith  that  they  are.  it’s  not  easy...  no,  in  fact...  it’s  really  hard  to  put  your  faith  in  someone else.  but  i  just  imagine  how  relieving  it  may  feel  to  be  accepted  despite  harboring  those  secrets.  ❜

              he  let  himself  sit  in  silence  for  a  moment  before  looking  at  her  intently  again.  ❛  then  again...  maybe  you’re  right.  maybe  some  secrets  do  more  harm  when  they’re  out  in  the  open...  ❜  he  could  tell  no  one... 

❛ ... i’m  sorry  you  feel  your  secret  should  be  forgotten.  ❜

[mansteeled]

                            the sun does not abandon the moon to darkness

                                                               eternals oc

[mansteeled]

Clark kent is lonely 😔

[mansteeled]

DEEPER CONVERSATION PROMPTS

“  to really know yourself…i think that will always be more important than whether not anyone else knows you.  ‘cause there’s always going to be pieces of yourself you keep from the world.  and only you can understand them.  ”

┖ ☀*.:｡⋞ @suntched​ / @bladedglory​

               clark  remained  silent  as  he  mulled  over  her  words.  he  knew  what  she  meant.  after all,  who  knew  he  was  superman?  who  knew  the  ins  and  outs  of  his  being  other  than  himself?  no  one.  alone  in  the  universe,  last  of  his  people...  not  a  single  soul  here  could understand  that  part  of  him...  not  truly  in  the  way  he  hoped. 

              for  a  moment,  he  let  the  somber  look  fall  on  his  face  with  eyes  that  saw  more  than  he’d  ever  care  to  admit.  finger  pressed  against  the  bridge  of  his  nose  and  pushed  the  glasses  up  into  place. 

              ❛  i  don’t  know...  sounds  kind  of...  ❜  lonely. 

                fingers  laced  together  in  his  lap,  thumbs  alternating  against  each  other  in  its  own  private  game  of  thumb  wars.  gaze  lifted  to  look  at  her  closely,  wondering  what  kind  of  secrets  she  kept  to  herself.  the  absolute  radiance  that  pulsed  off  of  her  and  into  his  very  being  told  him  she  had  many. 

              ❛  i  think...  sometimes...  there  are  a  special  few  who  are  worth  letting  in...  knowing  our  full  selves...  on  the  off chance  we  need  reminding...  ❜

[mansteeled]

—The Nine Kittens of Christmas

[mansteeled]

I want to be here but it's been feeling like one hit after the next. This morning I found out a friend of mine passed away a month ago and I didn't know. I had been sending her messages and just thought she was tired from chemo and nope. Called her today and her mom told me.

I start antidepressants in 10 days so I'm hoping maybe thatll help because life is too much right now. Thank you for your patience and I hope to be writing here again soon.

[mansteeled]

I want to be here but it's been feeling like one hit after the next. This morning I found out a friend of mine passed away a month ago and I didn't know. I had been sending her messages and just thought she was tired from chemo and nope. Called her today and her mom told me.

I start antidepressants in 10 days so I'm hoping maybe thatll help because life is too much right now. Thank you for your patience and I hope to be writing here again soon.

[mansteeled]

fasciinating​:

@mansteeled​, starter for Unidentified Subject.

               IT WAS A BEING COVERED in crystalline, frozen and by all appearances asleep, while shielded inside a cage of glass. The medical staff had informed Spock their guest was alive prior to his arrival, nameless and humanoid. But he can think of no typical human of whom could survive the cold, vastness of space. Not like this. “We found you adrift.”

              eyes  opened  to  an  unfamiliar  surrounding.  a  wave  of  sickness  washed  over  him,  pulling  his  attention  away  from  the  curious  eyes  that  settled  on  this  mysterious  man.  he  heard  words,  but  comprehension  failed  him.  hands  pressed  against  his  skull,  as  if  that  action  alone  could  stabilize  him.  he  lifted  his  head,  eye  focusing  on  the  figure  that  spoke  intensely.  slowly,  kal  attempted  to  stand,  feeling  weakness  in  his  knees.  it  took  all  his  strength  not  to  collapse  to  them. 

              ❛  yellow...  sun.  i  need  a  yellow  sun...  ❜

[mansteeled]

I just thought I would never see you again.

—Martha Kent, Superman Returns

[mansteeled]

iii.    THE  WITCH  OF  DUVA.

               this  wasn’t  how  he  expected  the  world  to  be  when  he  came  home.  then  again,  could  he  really  call  earth  home  now?  the  people  that  gave  him  hope  for  a  future  among  them,  the  ones  that  took  him  in...  all  gone.  the  world  became  a  desolate  place,  a  shadow  of  its  former  self.  what  is  superman  to  do  when  the  world  needed  him  most  and  he  was  no  where  to  be  seen?

              clark  stood  in  the  doorway,  looking  at  the  agent  that  took  him  in.  he  wondered  who  she  lost  in  all  this.  for  her  to  understand  his  loss,  hers  had  to  be  great.  ❛  i  don’t  know  what  to  do...  ❜  he  didn’t  want  to  admit  that  in  this  current  state,  superman  felt...  useless.  

       @whitesuited​​  said:   ‘  well  then,  come  help  me  stir  the  pot.  ’

                it  took  him  a  moment  to  process  what  she  asked,  a  puzzled  look  on  his  face  before  taking  a  step  forward  into  the  kitchen  and  heading  toward  the  stove.  for  a  moment,  meek  and  mild  clark  kent  appeared,  shoulders  slouched  and  a  sheepish  look  settling  on  his  face.  gingerly,  he  reached  for  the  wooden  spoon  and  slowly  did  as  she  said. 

                ❛  this  isn’t  exactly  what  i  meant...  ❜  but  in  truth...  it  was  enough.