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“You wot?”

Two words. Two syllables. Six small letters.

Clark wasn’t trying to act cocky but. . his sensitive, alien ears heard something else. You sure you didn’t accidentally say “you win”, huh, my love? Clark playfully asked his boyfriend in his mental voice.

“Me? Want you to lose? Nonsense!” Clark scoffed as he arranged their chairs properly for game night. “This is me having faith in you that you’re a very smart, both man, and vampire.”

The moment James spat out the word “boy bands”, Clark snorted. Meanwhile, Martha reassured that there were no winners or losers, but only seeking a fun evening together.

Internally, however, Clark admitted what was at stake:

If you win, nothing changes, and you sleep wherever I sleep tonight. But if I win. . . that’s a week you have to sleep - separately - in your coffin. Clark, acting like nothing transpired, picked up his deck of cards.

“Ma? James? You two ready?” Cue a side glance towards the vampire. Let the games begin.

“Ready, son.”

With a clearing of his throat, Clark read a question off a card. The first between James or Martha to answer correctly went next in the next round. “What was the first animated feature-length film to be nominated for a Best Picture Oscar?”

Country Folk

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Addy had listened when her alien father had described how it felt to linger out in the sun. “It’s like. . . a special, warm blanket envelopes your entire body. All of your bad thoughts go away, and, for the moment: everything is perfect. You feel your strength return to yourself, and with that, your courage to accomplish anything.”

While Addy mostly agreed with Daddy Clark’s sentiments (save for the sun’s rays sometimes felt like Pop Rocks on her skin), she felt his words adequately described another situation. . .

. . . Whenever Dada James felt pure joy, his exuberant energy radiated from father to daughter - like solar ray to solar panel. All the excitement Dada felt, the empathic Adeline Maeve felt reverberated down to her bone marrow. She held her head up higher, and her toothy smile shone brighter as her father’s paternal proudness flowed through her tiny body.

“That’s right, my little captain,” Dada James had complimented as he ruffled her soft, curly locks.

Adeline gave a snicker as her tiny hand reached up and gently touched right beneath his eyes, testing if the liquid she saw was just regular tears, or blood tears.

Clark, by now sitting at his seat at the table (but not yet having dug into his plate as that would be rude to do), spoke up then with a proud, fatherly smile of his own. “Her father is only just the single-best Captain, Commodore, and Admiral the British Royal Navy has ever been lucky enough to have. From both her genes and teacher, it’s no wonder she’s a quick learner.” By this point James had placed their daughter upon her favorite chair at the table, and Addy gave a quick glance to Daddy Clark. “With that being said: both your father and I are beyond proud of you, precious darling.”

Addy wiggled in her seat in response to both her parents’ kind words, and their physical acts of affection (James kissing the top of her head and Clark giving her palm a soft squeeze). She briefly turned her face down and away, feeling a tiny moment of shyness at the attention. The act caused her long, dark, curly locks to briefly hide her face. . . but the scent of her blood pooling to her cheeks fooled neither father (least the vampire): she enjoyed the compliments. It made her feel good.

Addy felt her hand being squeezed again, and looked up to see it was Daddy Clark, gently motioning with his eyes for her to dig in to her breakfast. With a glance back to Dada James (who gave a supportive nod), Addy picked up a strip of cut-up waffle and began munching.

She kicked her feet excitedly as she realized she could taste blood within the waffle’s maple syrup dipping sauce!!! So so good!!!! She dipped another piece of waffle into the sauce, then her own finger (and gave it a lick). She squealed.. it’s fresh Dada blood!!! She could hear her parents saying something, but otherwise she was lost in her own little world, enjoying the flavors of her breakfast, in a way only a hybrid like her would.

“. . . maybe even a stop by the harbor to see the ships.”

With a start, Adeline froze in place. Literally, a sausage link (covered in the blood / maple syrup sauce) hung from her mouth, as she heard the word ship. To Daddy Clark, it would look like she froze for close to thirty seconds, but only Dada James knew she was using her gift of telepathy to search his thoughts, to make sure she heard her Dada correctly.

She did!! She did hear him right!!! She dropped her sausage upon her plate and clapped!!!! “Ships!! Sailing!!! Let’s go hunt pirates, Dada!! I wanna!! Please, pleasepleaseplease?!”

Clark’s own head swam, but only due to the pure joy he felt radiating from both his husband and his daughter. He swore the smile he now held would become tattooed on his face.. not that he minded at all. Clark was watching Addy, but turned his attention to his handsome husband when the vampire grasped his palm. Clark responded by first pulling said vampire palm up to his cheek, nuzzling it, then speaking aloud:

“I think I’d have to agree with our brave daughter. Commodore James: if there’s still pirates on the open seas in need of capturing, today would be a great day to set sail.”

Clark heard the little girl’s bedroom door open, but by the time he could turn around, she had already bounded herself into the kitchen, launching herself - and wrapping her tiny arms around - her smiling father. In a smooth motion, Clark took the handle of the spatula James was previously holding, now becoming in charge of the eggs and meat.

“You’re up early, sweet pea!” Clark said milliseconds before the spat of grease popped upon her cheek. Both men gasped in shock and horror, Clark at once retrieving and holding out a napkin for James to use, only for James to use his finger alone to wipe it away. A small glance was exchanged between both fathers as she gave a non-reaction to what would have normally caused minor (or major) burns to a regular human.

An issue for another day, Clark mentally remarked after shrugging his shoulders.

As the father / daughter conversation continued, Clark had finished preparing the special breakfast.

As far as little tiny Adeline knew, she had put all of her blood, sweat, and tears into this card, and everything she had ever worked for came down to this moment in the spotlight: would Dada like it? Would it make him smile?

Soon enough, her question was answered, and her wide, toothy grin matched her Dada’s as he gave her his many thanks. The tiny girl recognized the slight waver in his voice, and her hand went to cup his cheek. Her sensitive, half-vampiric nose had picked up on the scent of nearly spilled blood that lined his nasolacrimal ducts. Right after he gave a kiss to her forehead, she returned two, just beneath both of his eyes.

“No! I love YOU more, Dada! Best Mama-Dada in the world!”

Clark had long since finished preparing their two plates, and he stood just a foot or two back. The alien held a hand to his heart, swearing it could burst at any moment with how happy he felt for the two he loved the most. James finally turned to him to show him the card, and Clark let out a small giggle at the visual (James in makeup; he didn’t disapprove, but the sight was still funny nonetheless), before a permanent smile fixed on his features.

“I can think of no other man that deserves anything more than what she gives you.. What she gives us. She truly has the best of both of our hearts.”

James went to tickle Addy’s neck with farty kisses, and the little girl gave a mixture of giggles and hissing at his diabolical actions. “Stop it, Dada! Not funny!!! Not funny!!!” She attempted to push him away, but her giggles and laughter displayed how she actually liked being tickled.

“Thank you Princess,” that evil, sinister man replied after his hideous assault. After regaining her composure, the tiny girl folded her arms together in a pout, then actually displayed her tiny fangs to show she truly meant business and was not to be messed with.

“Remember your lessons on starboard and port side,” Dada had gently spoke as he corrected the placement of her shoes upon feet. The gears turned in her head as she made sense of his words. Once they did, she hopped off the counter and stood tall.

She stomped her right foot. “STARBOARD!”

Then her left foot. “PORT SIDE!”

She pointed a finger forward. “BOW!”

Then she pointed behind herself. “STERN!”

She finished her routine with a naval salute.

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𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹,

. . . 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒥𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒩𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃 (𝓃𝑜𝓌 -𝒦𝑒𝓃𝓉),

@ashortdropandasuddenstop

Right now, it is 5:28 A.M. on the morning of our fifth Valentine's Day together as a couple. Our fourth, since I received your hand in marriage. I am writing this letter as I watch your pretty form sleep soundly beside me in our cozy king bed.

You might be a creature of darkness, but you are the light of my life.

James Lawrence Norrington-Kent. . . I love you with every inch of my heart. With every molecule in my body. Being lured into your hunter's trap that day five years ago was the most significant and important day of my existence. That day you were simply seeking my blood, but you took more of me.

You took my heart. . . and in exchange, I received yours, too.

From that day on I learned your personality, your history, your heroics. . and I could not be more proud than I already am. Remember a few weeks ago, when I visited London for a secret assignment and you were disappointed that I said we couldn't visit your hometown together? Well, In went to do some digging.. searched through some undisturbed archives. . . and attached to this letter, is your (original) Commodore portrait, from the day you were given the title.

That man in that very portrait is my husband. My lover. My hero.

You seem to be reading my mind this very moment as, while still in a deep sleep, you just smiled.

James. . . you have transformed my life. You are my unexpected soulmate I never saw coming. Every day, every millisecond with you, is a gift I'm not sure I deserve. You have no idea how much it means that you love me. All sides of me. The Super, and the Man. The Kansas native, and the Alien.

And, oh James. . oh how you take my breath away, with perfectly you are in parenthood. Our miracle daughter Adeline is nearing her first birthday soon. Every day I see you with our tiny princess in your arms, and I just want to cry. You're a perfect father, James. I should say I'm surprised, but that would be a lie.

You were made for this. You waited for this moment all of your three hundred years. You were born to be a kind, gentle father.

Our Ma is proud of you, and I just know Eleanor is beaming down, crying tears of pure joy for you too.

I need to wrap this letter up as you are beginning to stir beside me, and I want this letter to be a surprise.

This last picture I have attached is one of my favorites you have taken of me. It was a couple years ago, briefly after I gifted you that Polaroid camera. You had insisted on bringing it when we made that spur-of-a-moment trip to the Caribbean. I hope this photo brings you a smile and wonderful memories, just as it does me.

I love you James Norrington-Kent, and I will forever love you.

You are my miracle I never knew I needed.

Forever and always yours (and Happy Valentine's Day from),

𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒥𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽 𝒩𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃-𝒦𝑒𝓃𝓉 ❤️

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Clark spared a glance over towards the large television screen, and he admired how the lessons he gave his fiancé on how to navigate the TV’s menus were finally paying off. Look at you go, Clark mentally remarked with a smirk.

Once It’s a Wonderful Life was chosen, Clark’s snarky smirk turned into another proud smile as he knew his mother would appreciate the choice of movie program. It’s Ma’s favorite holiday movie, as Grandma Clark used to play it for her every holiday when she was a little girl, the alien informed the vamp. (Clark was given his name in dedication to Martha’s maiden name).

“Your son has made me quite the sentimental fool as of late,” James admitted.

Clark replied: “You have done a lot of good for a lot of people in your past, James; it’s about time you’re reminded of your heroism. It’s past time for somebody to explain to you what a good, kind-hearted man you are..” No matter your diet, Clark concluded mentally.

“It’s nice, seeing you both so happy,” Martha remarked with a content sigh, mindlessly rubbing her alien son’s bicep.

Clark very gently bumped her shoulder with his shoulder as he blushed from the compliment. “Never felt happier in my life, Ma.”

Clark wanted to say he didn’t expect the next words out of James’s mouth… but frankly, it was absolutely in the British man’s nature and character to be giving… to want to improve his their mother’s life, in any way possible.

Again, was it possible to love the man even more?

“That’s beyond kind of you, love,” Clark spoke his thanks as he took a moment to think of some improvements himself.

If anything, I’m sure Ma could use a new mattress. Her’s hasn’t been changed since Pa. . Maybe we could get her a Temper-Pedic, or a Sleep Number? Oh, and I would definitely help you remodel her bathroom. She wouldn’t outright ask for it, but I know she would appreciate a deep bathtub to soak in. And maybe get her another deep freezer so she can prepare and store more meals, and have them frozen and ready to serve?. . .

Holiday Proposal

Holiday Proposal

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Superman by Dan Mora Superman #20

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“And I can’t… I can’t barely… lift myself, let alone you,” the vampire wheezed underneath the alien’s large frame.

Clark coughed, sending a mental apology his husband’s way as he used a burst of strength to push himself off of the trapped man, to now lean upon the coffee table beside them.

Seconds ago, Clark was in a daze, caught in the world between the dream of his greatest reality and his waking world. Now, the Man of Steel was allowed a few moments to catch his metaphorical breath.

James was right; they were no longer in the comfort of their bedroom back in Metropolis. No, this was more sanitized. More clinical. The bed.. the bookshelves.. the heatless fireplace. . .

. . Clark was suddenly reminded of childhood memories of field trips to the local zoo.

Clark sucked in a breath as he began to stand, now more steady than he was previously, facing the same glass wall his husband was facing towards.

“We … seem to have a bit of an audience.”

Superman approached the transparent partition… and the aliens on the opposite side stepped back simultaneously. A few awed and gasped at his form, while others spoke in a language he didn’t understand.

“Greetings, Kal-El,” a monotone voice appeared behind the two men, causing both to turn and follow. One of the bookshelves had revealed itself to be a secret door, and through it appeared a being. A man, although only resembling a man in figure only. This person was dressed in dark grey garb, with pink accents. His skin was grass green, and his eyes were best described as being hollow. Most notably was the design on the being’s forehead: three equal circles, positioned in an inverted triangular shape.

Clark heard his husband immediately hiss upon the being’s entrance. Ignoring his reaction, Clark closed the distance, standing in a protective manner in front of his earthling mate. While he had never met this alien before, he did recognize the symbol on the being’s forehead.

“Brainiac, I presume,” the Man of Steel questioned with his arms crossed, in a stern voice.

“She’s beautiful,” Martha Kent cooed, as she received the newborn baby from her son, Clark.

Clark beamed as he momentarily removed his glasses to wipe a stray tear from his eye. No matter what his eyesight told his brain, he still couldn’t believe it. . . he now had a child. A daughter.

And she was perfect.

He could hear the newborn’s heart slow a few beats, as Martha’s rocking lulled the tiny girl into a deeper slumber.

Suddenly, another woman’s arms wrapped around the man in a proud embrace. “Oh, son. .” She spoke through not-so-hidden sniffles, finally pulling back to make eye contact with her only child. “She’s magnificent. In her, Krypton lives on.”

Clark returned the hug to his birth mother, Lara, thanking her with another smile. (Lara? Here? On Earth?)

Another male stepped closer to Martha, gazing down to the baby in her arms. He held a warm smile, but didn’t make a move to touch the tot, least she awaken. “The physical embodiment of the coexistence between Earth and Krypton. A child of two worlds,” spoke Jor-El in his kind, fatherly voice. “You have achieved more than your mother and I could have ever have dreamt for you, Kal.”

Clark searched around for his significant other, desperate to share the attention he was receiving. “Uh, where’s. . .?”

Then he heard him. His shoulders relaxed as his sensitive ears picked up on his favorite British cadence from within the farmhouse. Not three seconds later, he watched as his husband followed his human father, Jonathon Kent, out of the front door of the farmhouse. Jonathan carried a tray of sandwiches as James toted a pitcher of lemonade and glassware in his other hand.

The two new parents locked eyes, and Clark couldn’t help but gush mentally towards him. <This cannot be real, James. Life. . . Can life really be this perfect? I love you so much, my Commodore. I have everything I never knew I always wanted.. and it’s thanks to you.>

The afternoon was a joyful one. Many laughters were given as Clark’s human parents shared funny (or downright embarrassing) stories from his childhood. His birth parents explained how life was like back on Krypton, detailing just how important the birth of James’s and Clark’s daughter was to their species as a whole. At some point halfway between conversations, James had gently retrieved their daughter from Martha, mentioning he was taking her back into the farmhouse for a meal and a nap.

Clark blinked, now realizing it had been an hour since he heard a peep from his husband. Turning away from his parents’ conversations, he focused his hearing on the farmhouse.

Nothing. Not a squeak from a rocking chair, nor quiet footsteps. No humming or lullabies from a gentle British voice.

Worst of all. . . he could not hear his daughter’s heartbeat.

As if reading his mind, Martha appeared before him, kneeling as she placed her palm upon her son’s knee. Softly, she replied:

“He’s already awoken, son. Now you need to, too.”

Clark stared, only now noticing the once bright, sunny skies had turned stormy. Darkened clouds were rolling in, along with the audible approach of thunder and whistling wind.

“Wha?” Clark questioned, confused at the turn of events. “He’s inside the house. They’re inside the house. . . but I can’t hear them.”

As he spoke, the man spared a glance back to the farmhouse. He jumped as, once he turned back around, both sets of his parents were now in front of him, gazing on the man in pity. Martha hugged her son tightly. “Wake up, my son.”

“We’re proud of you, Kal.”

“This isn’t your reality, Clark.”

“Go. James is waiting for you.”

In the real world, Clark began to stir. “Ma. . Pa. . Stay. .” His sleeping voice hiccuped, and a tear ran down his cheek. “Don’t go. Please.”

With a gasp, the alien finally blinked awaken, searching around his room in a dazed confusion. One minute he was with his entire family on the farmhouse. . . now he was. .

Where was this?

And why did his head throb like so?

“James,” he spoked as he made eye contact with his husband. He began to stand, to make his way towards him. . . but he found his legs couldn’t bear his weight. His world spin and swirled, and he toppled onto the cream carpet in a heap.

“I feel. . something’s off,” the alien accurately predicted.

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“She’s beautiful,” Martha Kent cooed, as she received the newborn baby from her son, Clark.

Clark beamed as he momentarily removed his glasses to wipe a stray tear from his eye. No matter what his eyesight told his brain, he still couldn’t believe it. . . he now had a child. A daughter.

And she was perfect.

He could hear the newborn’s heart slow a few beats, as Martha’s rocking lulled the tiny girl into a deeper slumber.

Suddenly, another woman’s arms wrapped around the man in a proud embrace. “Oh, son. .” She spoke through not-so-hidden sniffles, finally pulling back to make eye contact with her only child. “She’s magnificent. In her, Krypton lives on.”

Clark returned the hug to his birth mother, Lara, thanking her with another smile. (Lara? Here? On Earth?)

Another male stepped closer to Martha, gazing down to the baby in her arms. He held a warm smile, but didn’t make a move to touch the tot, least she awaken. “The physical embodiment of the coexistence between Earth and Krypton. A child of two worlds,” spoke Jor-El in his kind, fatherly voice. “You have achieved more than your mother and I could have ever have dreamt for you, Kal.”

Clark searched around for his significant other, desperate to share the attention he was receiving. “Uh, where’s. . .?”

Then he heard him. His shoulders relaxed as his sensitive ears picked up on his favorite British cadence from within the farmhouse. Not three seconds later, he watched as his husband followed his human father, Jonathon Kent, out of the front door of the farmhouse. Jonathan carried a tray of sandwiches as James toted a pitcher of lemonade and glassware in his other hand.

The two new parents locked eyes, and Clark couldn’t help but gush mentally towards him. <This cannot be real, James. Life. . . Can life really be this perfect? I love you so much, my Commodore. I have everything I never knew I always wanted.. and it’s thanks to you.>

The afternoon was a joyful one. Many laughters were given as Clark’s human parents shared funny (or downright embarrassing) stories from his childhood. His birth parents explained how life was like back on Krypton, detailing just how important the birth of James’s and Clark’s daughter was to their species as a whole. At some point halfway between conversations, James had gently retrieved their daughter from Martha, mentioning he was taking her back into the farmhouse for a meal and a nap.

Clark blinked, now realizing it had been an hour since he heard a peep from his husband. Turning away from his parents’ conversations, he focused his hearing on the farmhouse.

Nothing. Not a squeak from a rocking chair, nor quiet footsteps. No humming or lullabies from a gentle British voice.

Worst of all. . . he could not hear his daughter’s heartbeat.

As if reading his mind, Martha appeared before him, kneeling as she placed her palm upon her son’s knee. Softly, she replied:

“He’s already awoken, son. Now you need to, too.”

Clark stared, only now noticing the once bright, sunny skies had turned stormy. Darkened clouds were rolling in, along with the audible approach of thunder and whistling wind.

“Wha?” Clark questioned, confused at the turn of events. “He’s inside the house. They’re inside the house. . . but I can’t hear them.”

As he spoke, the man spared a glance back to the farmhouse. He jumped as, once he turned back around, both sets of his parents were now in front of him, gazing on the man in pity. Martha hugged her son tightly. “Wake up, my son.”

“We’re proud of you, Kal.”

“This isn’t your reality, Clark.”

“Go. James is waiting for you.”

In the real world, Clark began to stir. “Ma. . Pa. . Stay. .” His sleeping voice hiccuped, and a tear ran down his cheek. “Don’t go. Please.”

With a gasp, the alien finally blinked awaken, searching around his room in a dazed confusion. One minute he was with his entire family on the farmhouse. . . now he was. .

Where was this?

And why did his head throb like so?

“James,” he spoked as he made eye contact with his husband. He began to stand, to make his way towards him. . . but he found his legs couldn’t bear his weight. His world spin and swirled, and he toppled onto the cream carpet in a heap.

“I feel. . something’s off,” the alien accurately predicted.

Child of Night and Sun

James’s eyes fluttered open, and the sharp, pounding headache that greeted him was the first sign that something had gone terribly wrong. His senses were dull, a strange heaviness weighing on his limbs as if he were half-dreaming, trapped between wakefulness and unconsciousness. He groaned softly, reaching up to massage his temples, but that only seemed to make things worse.

When his vision finally cleared, he noticed immediately how off everything felt. He was no longer in the bed he had shared with Clark the night before. Instead, he was in a strange room—an unsettling mix of a home and a prison.

The walls around him were smooth and sterile, but the furnishings—an uncomfortable sofa, a coffee table, and a low bookshelf filled with neat stacks of books—felt eerily domestic. There was even a glowing hearth in the corner, crackling with a fire that didn’t seem to emit heat, merely light. It was all too perfect, too curated, like some kind of mockery of a cozy home.

But it was the wall that drew his attention.

One entire side of the room was a giant, clear window. His first instinct was to look outside, but as he stared through the glass, the truth hit him all at once. What he was seeing wasn’t the outside world. It was… more alien. Strange figures moved around in the distance—beings of various shapes and sizes, some humanoid, others completely unrecognizable. Their eyes locked onto him immediately, and their gazes were intense, cold.

The scene looked like something straight out of a zoo, but this time, they were the exhibits.

James pushed himself into a sitting position, his body sluggish, and as he glanced around, he realized that he wasn’t alone.

Across from him, slumped awkwardly against the sofa, was Clark. His bright blue suit and red cape were crumpled, his head resting on his hand as he breathed deeply in his sleep, unaware of their captors—or the very bizarre situation they found themselves in.

James’s mind raced as he pieced together what had happened. The last thing he remembered was lying beside Clark in bed. They had been together, content, comfortable. And now… here they were, trapped in some kind of glass cage, watched by who knew how many alien creatures.

“Well,” James muttered, his voice rough and dry from sleep, “I suppose our captors figured they’d try to make us feel at home. Too bad they missed a few details.” He glanced around at the unnervingly perfect room before his eyes settled back on the large window. The alien onlookers were staring at them like they were nothing more than curiosities, amusement—or something darker—in their eyes. “Homey little trap, isn’t it?” He was calm .. too calm.. he would normally have run over to Clark the moment he saw him in that state but they .. had clearly done something to them both.. whatever had kept the kryptonian out this long had affected James in a similar to make him this .. docile, this un-phased.

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I don't normally do this but I really need help. After a week of HELL of trying to save her life, My mother passed away Sunday and I have no way to bury her ;; if you can donate or just reblog I would be so very grateful.

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Popping up on my (sorry but barely used, thanks nursing school) tumblr for a very important cause.

My bestest good friend experienced a tragedy this past weekend: her mother passed onto the next plane of existence. This woman (you can refer to her as Cowgirl, thank you very much!) was just as much of an Angel as she named her daughter… and my lovely friend needs some help giving her the forever home she deserves.

Please, if you see this post, please reblog. And, if you’re able to: please consider donating.

Let’s give the New York Cowgirl™️ the burial she deserves ❤️

Thank you.

- Dakota

I don't normally do this but I really need help. After a week of HELL of trying to save her life, My mother passed away Sunday and I have no way to bury her ;; if you can donate or just reblog I would be so very grateful.

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While the vampire was taken slightly aback by his abrupt putting upon the bathroom counter, Clark smirked as he noticed the undead being obeyed his mental command, up until he was invited to join underneath the warm spray.

Clark originally took a step back once James entered, allowing his boyfriend a few moments to warm himself via the spray. After a count to thirty, Clark did not hide his action of retrieving a helping of James’s luxurious shampoo, closing the distance between the two as he gently placed it first upon his scalp.

“Mm, that.. that f-feels quite nice.. actually..” Norri purred out as he melted his back against Clark’s chest, closing his eyes too in the process.

Alien fingers pulled the shampoo towards the ends of vampiric strands of hair, rubbing the soap into each follicle before returning attention to his scalp. He first began with soft circles against the top of his hairline.

“Mm, don’t stop,” Clark heard a whisper of a beg leave James’s lips, and Clark let out a tiny chuckle in return. The alien leaned his lips near his ear, speaking oh so softly: “not until every square inch of your body has been touched by my fingers I won’t.”

Returning to his previous position Clark continued the swirl of circles upon his scalp… behind left ear.. then right.. then, Clark was now standing in front of the vampire, positioning James’s head back, so the water could cascade over his face and scalp, washing the suds and bubbles away.

… But James had not a free moment to speak before a dab of conditioner was placed upon his head, all alien fingers now doing their due diligence to massage scalp.

Oh, and Clark had his lips pressed firmly to the other’s. As always, the vampire tasted delicious to him.

Hero’s Hero

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Clark Joseph Kent had finished (and submitted) his journalism assignments twenty minutes earlier, as the man departed from The Daily Planet. He called his newly coined boyfriend on his cell (note to readers: receiving phone calls is about all James Norrington is capable of on his JitterBug); said boyfriend mentioned he had an errand or two to run before he returned home to prepare dinner.

Clark replied his “no worries” and “be safe” before hanging up, then looking over towards his usual dark alley beside The Planet. Clark Joseph Kent entered the alley…

… and Superman exited, rocketing high into the sky without theatrics. Up, up, he flew! Until the city of Metropolis was entirely beneath him by a few hundred feet. He could feel the last of the sun’s rays as it slipped beyond the horizon, and he watched as various street lamps flickered on, signaling the beginning of another evening.

The Man of Steel took a deep, soothing breath as he closed his eyes, and opened his senses entirely to the city.

That pressure and humidity on his skin: a thunderstorm is ten miles out from arrival.

Sniff sniff: his favorite bakery is preparing sweet pastries for the evening. Oh, how the various smells of Metropolis’s finest restaurants caused his stomach to growl.

He could hear laughter from the playground, and parents urging their kids that “their five minutes of playtime was up.” He could hear the beeps of impatient motorists, and a birthday celebration at the Mexican restaurant four blocks away from The Planet.

Clark peaked his eyes open and used his x-ray vision to peep the scene… oh no: she got a plate of whipped cream to the face by a singing worker. She does not look happy about that.

Clark laughed, almost debating on paying the young lady a visit—

— the sound of a gunshot captured his attention from the southwest. He spun around, searching for the origin, already flying towards the direction of the sound…

Superman froze for a millisecond when his sensitive ears caught wind of a voice he knew too well.. one that usually brought him joy.

“Your crimes end here,” that voice hissed out, and Superman shot towards its origin, entering the run-down apartment through its opened window. Like a moth to a flame, his eyes knew exactly where to look to find his boyfriend hovering over the screaming human.

“James!” The alien called out, restraining both wrists behind vampiric back. “This does not look like running errands!” Clark gently (but forcefully) pushed the vampire away as he kneeled beside the victim, noting his condition.

The human was now deceased. He knew his boyfriend was aware of that fact, too.

Disappointment was evident on alien’s face.

Without giving the vampire a chance to explain himself, Superman stood and walked towards the window. “I’m going home. Nothing can be done for him.”

A sudden gust of wind signaled that the alien was no longer present in the room, instead flying himself through the night sky towards his own apartment.

Oh, how he wished he could be at birthday celebration than here.

Lovers Spat

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“You’ve given me something I thought was lost forever: hope.”

That last word spoken by the British -pire rang like the sweetest bell within Clark’s ears. Hope for a better tomorrow, he was used to being associated with… but here, that hope felt different. It felt more personal. He wanted.. no, needed, to see that hope through.

Clark gave a minute chuckle as the man in his arms attempted to suckle upon his thumb in his mouth. Adorable, the alien thought.

Then… there it was. The verbal confirmation that they were no longer friends, but something more. James nestled closer to Clark, and Clark responded by tightening his embrace around his boyfriend. Locking him in place as if the British man had any desire to be some place else.

Moments later the two men seemed to have a simultaneous thought of a shower as Clark allowed James to remove himself from the embrace. James was the first to stand from the couch; being the gentleman he is he helped his alien boyfriend to his feet. Clark nuzzled him as he led the way to the bathroom, both in comfortable silence.

Once inside the bathroom, Clark swiftly picked up his new boyfriend, and placed him onto a sitting position upon the long, sink countertop. Sit. Stay, he gently mentally commanded, as he then busied himself with readying the shower and retrieving towels and pajamas for the two of them to wear afterwards.

After the preparations were finished and once the room was enveloped in a cocoon of steam, Clark held out an inviting palm to his lover: “Care to join me?”

James stepped in, Clark taking his position from behind, admiring as the vampire slightly tilted his head back as he stood underneath the spray. After retrieving a squirt-full of shampoo, Clark began the process of pampering his boyfriend by gently massaging it into his scalp, starting from the ends, using his fingertips to rub circles upon the happy vampire’s scalp.

Close your eyes and relax, and let me take care of you, Clark mentally cooed. And if you start to fall, don’t fear: I got you, Norrington.

Hero’s Hero

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Clark multitasked removed his clothing as he made his way towards their bedroom closet. He left a trail of red boots, red outer undies, a small yellow belt, then finally his blue suit at the entrance of the walk-in closet.

Y’know, in case the ghost of his boyfriend had the inability to sniff him out, he could find him via the trail of clothing.

Within, the (now naked) alien retrieved two towels, two wash cloths, two pairs of boxers, and two pairs of deep maroon silk, button-up pajamas tops and matching drawstring bottoms.

Next he entered their luxurious bathroom, setting the garments upon the appropriate hooks. He reached for the shower handle and started the flow of the spray, setting it upon near the warmest setting. It took only thirty seconds for the room to begin steaming. Still not yet hearing movement from the kitchen, Clark stepped beneath the spray, allowing his body to be warmed by the water. It was only after he had squeezed some shampoo into his palm and began scrubbing his hair did he feel the approach of his better half.

“I’m afraid the reports of my death are greatly exaggerated,” That British, sultry voice slithered down his eardrums and snaked around his brain. The vampire had made sure to approach the alien from behind, placing his palms flat against his back, meanwhile Clark made no move to rotate to face the man.

Clark responded by talking half a step backwards, letting out a tiny satisfied moan as he rested his (soapy) head upon his boyfriend’s right shoulder. Perhaps Clark rotated his head a degree or two away from vampiric face, allowing his carotid artery to be closer to sniffer and mouth.

“Pitty. I was looking forward to writing a beautiful obituary about you to put in the paper. One that would make the entire world mourn your loss. Perhaps you’d have gained an international holiday dedicated to your memory in response to my In Memorium.” Clark smiled and joked as he snaked a palm behind himself, into James’s hair, bringing his mouth slightly closer to his own neck.

He less heard, rather felt Norri’s next words on his neck. “The… least you can let me do is return the delicious favor, alien.”

Oops, that got his cock to twitch in curious excitement.

“What, pray tell, do you have in mind for me, oh esteemed Commodore?”

Self Control

[notabirdnotaplane]

Clark heard the little girl’s bedroom door open, but by the time he could turn around, she had already bounded herself into the kitchen, launching herself - and wrapping her tiny arms around - her smiling father. In a smooth motion, Clark took the handle of the spatula James was previously holding, now becoming in charge of the eggs and meat.

“You’re up early, sweet pea!” Clark said milliseconds before the spat of grease popped upon her cheek. Both men gasped in shock and horror, Clark at once retrieving and holding out a napkin for James to use, only for James to use his finger alone to wipe it away. A small glance was exchanged between both fathers as she gave a non-reaction to what would have normally caused minor (or major) burns to a regular human.

An issue for another day, Clark mentally remarked after shrugging his shoulders.

As the father / daughter conversation continued, Clark had finished preparing the special breakfast.

As far as little tiny Adeline knew, she had put all of her blood, sweat, and tears into this card, and everything she had ever worked for came down to this moment in the spotlight: would Dada like it? Would it make him smile?

Soon enough, her question was answered, and her wide, toothy grin matched her Dada’s as he gave her his many thanks. The tiny girl recognized the slight waver in his voice, and her hand went to cup his cheek. Her sensitive, half-vampiric nose had picked up on the scent of nearly spilled blood that lined his nasolacrimal ducts. Right after he gave a kiss to her forehead, she returned two, just beneath both of his eyes.

“No! I love YOU more, Dada! Best Mama-Dada in the world!”

Clark had long since finished preparing their two plates, and he stood just a foot or two back. The alien held a hand to his heart, swearing it could burst at any moment with how happy he felt for the two he loved the most. James finally turned to him to show him the card, and Clark let out a small giggle at the visual (James in makeup; he didn’t disapprove, but the sight was still funny nonetheless), before a permanent smile fixed on his features.

“I can think of no other man that deserves anything more than what she gives you.. What she gives us. She truly has the best of both of our hearts.”

James went to tickle Addy’s neck with farty kisses, and the little girl gave a mixture of giggles and hissing at his diabolical actions. “Stop it, Dada! Not funny!!! Not funny!!!” She attempted to push him away, but her giggles and laughter displayed how she actually liked being tickled.

“Thank you Princess,” that evil, sinister man replied after his hideous assault. After regaining her composure, the tiny girl folded her arms together in a pout, then actually displayed her tiny fangs to show she truly meant business and was not to be messed with.

“Remember your lessons on starboard and port side,” Dada had gently spoke as he corrected the placement of her shoes upon feet. The gears turned in her head as she made sense of his words. Once they did, she hopped off the counter and stood tall.

She stomped her right foot. “STARBOARD!”

Then her left foot. “PORT SIDE!”

She pointed a finger forward. “BOW!”

Then she pointed behind herself. “STERN!”

She finished her routine with a naval salute.

The vampire and the alien both stood within the Norrington-Kent kitchen; the vampire busy scrambling some eggs and flipping sizzling bacon, while the alien tended to making (and decorating with fruit) a few waffles upon two plates. The parents had believed their four year old daughter to be still asleep within her room… which wasn’t the case. The tiny, dark-haired girl had removed her pajamas to put on her favorite fluffy, bubblegum pink dress. Oh how she was excited for this day!

Adeline placed her kitten heels upon her feet (bless her heart, they were on the wrong feet)… then she took off! Opening her bedroom door to run down the hallway, card and flowers in hand, to where she could smell her parents were at.

“Dada! Dada!” She called out as she latched her tiny arms up and around the vampire’s waist, not at all minding the few sizzling splatters of bacon oil as it hit her face. “Dada! Last week.. at school… Our teacher had us made cards for our Mamas as today was gonna be Mama’s Day. I told Mrs. Emma I had no mother.. But then I thought back to how she had explained how Mama’s treat their kids.. And.. and.. It sounded kinda like you. I told Mrs. Emma we do each other’s makeup and she laughed! She said you’re a Mama alright.”

Adeline’s grin grew as she held up a card she had made. It was a printed photo of James in a tuxedo, adorned in the little girl’s favorite pink eyeshadow, as well as pink lipgloss. Whereas most men would either outright refuse to wear the look, or only wear it if no cameras were present.. Mr. James Norrington-Kent was not most men. The vampire grinned happily in the photo, no doubt feeling satisfaction with having made his daughter smile. Along the photo were stickers of flowers.. and she had given him a sticker flower crown.

“Happy Mama’s Day, Dada! I love you!!” The little girl cuddled her Dada’s neck with a tight squeeze.

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[notabirdnotaplane]

Once one enters the front door of the Kent house, the downstairs bathroom can be found just beyond the stairs on the left. As Ma and James gave playful banter, Clark gave a quick kiss to his boyfriend’s temple, then motioned to the civilian clothes in his grasp before darting away for the privacy of the bathroom to change back. The alien was gone in a rush of air, but Martha barely flinched.

Clark was only gone long enough to put on his comfortable clothing and wash his hands. He returned to his family at a human pace, watching as their mother ran a finger across the labels of her various board games. Clark scanned the labels himself, his eyes pausing once he read two labels.

“Ma, I think James here would enjoy either the 90s, or 2000s version of Trivia Pursuit,” the alien replied before giving a nudge and a wink to his boyfriend, knowing full and well that he was asleep for the majority of those two decades.

Martha Kent, however, was unaware of this fun fact about her new son, and questioned in a genuine voice: “Is that so, son? Is that what you’d like to play, James?” She had retrieved the box and displayed it towards her older son.

No doubt James Norrington did not understand 99% of the references that decorated the outside cover of the trivia game.

Clark, quit that smirking!

Country Folk

[notabirdnotaplane]

The vampire and the alien both stood within the Norrington-Kent kitchen; the vampire busy scrambling some eggs and flipping sizzling bacon, while the alien tended to making (and decorating with fruit) a few waffles upon two plates. The parents had believed their four year old daughter to be still asleep within her room… which wasn’t the case. The tiny, dark-haired girl had removed her pajamas to put on her favorite fluffy, bubblegum pink dress. Oh how she was excited for this day!

Adeline placed her kitten heels upon her feet (bless her heart, they were on the wrong feet)… then she took off! Opening her bedroom door to run down the hallway, card and flowers in hand, to where she could smell her parents were at.

“Dada! Dada!” She called out as she latched her tiny arms up and around the vampire’s waist, not at all minding the few sizzling splatters of bacon oil as it hit her face. “Dada! Last week.. at school… Our teacher had us made cards for our Mamas as today was gonna be Mama’s Day. I told Mrs. Emma I had no mother.. But then I thought back to how she had explained how Mama’s treat their kids.. And.. and.. It sounded kinda like you. I told Mrs. Emma we do each other’s makeup and she laughed! She said you’re a Mama alright.”

Adeline’s grin grew as she held up a card she had made. It was a printed photo of James in a tuxedo, adorned in the little girl’s favorite pink eyeshadow, as well as pink lipgloss. Whereas most men would either outright refuse to wear the look, or only wear it if no cameras were present.. Mr. James Norrington-Kent was not most men. The vampire grinned happily in the photo, no doubt feeling satisfaction with having made his daughter smile. Along the photo were stickers of flowers.. and she had given him a sticker flower crown.

“Happy Mama’s Day, Dada! I love you!!” The little girl cuddled her Dada’s neck with a tight squeeze.

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“Thank you, James!” The female alien beamed as the vampire kindly took hold of the pastries for the moment. As soon as his eyes locked onto the gargoyle, Kara Danvers spun in a tight circle, slowing then coming to a stop, revealing herself as Supergirl herself.

The brief gust of wind she caused alerted Norrington that she was finished changing, and once he rotated on his feet, she blushed and pushed a hair back behind her ears at his cute “introduction.”

���Are you.. certain this won't be too much of a burden?” Norrington had softly asked, causing Kara to furrow her brows slightly in confusion.

What do you mean? She was about to ask, when somehow the hand placed upon her shoulder caused her to suddenly get the meaning behind his words. Her confused features transformed into a quick burst of laughter. “James, I’m not worried about your height; I’ve lifted taller.” Not quite quicker than James could see, but still slightly faster than what a normal human would be able to witness, Kara took one arm and swept the vampire off his feet via behind his knees. Her left arm supported his back.

Supergirl floated a foot off the ground with the 300 year old vampire in her arms bridal style, and within his arms was her sweet snack. “The only rules of the flight: you drop my food, I drop you, got it?” Her voice sounded serious, but her face held nothing but playfulness. With a nod from the vampire, she began to rise up from the alleyway, then started for the direction of his loft.

Blood Relatives.

If she wasn’t keeping track of it herself, nearly every television screen within CatCo Worldwide Media offices blasted a reminder of the significance of this week:

FUNDRAISER TO BE HELD THURSDAY, CELEBRATION PLANNED FOR SUPERGIRL’S FIRST YEAR ANNIVERSARY, a CatCo spokesperson announced.

Kara read the scrolling headline once, twice, three times.

Just about a week prior she was called into Miss Grant’s office, and was nonchalantly told the publication wanted to celebrate her.. Or, rather, Supergirl, and her many and continuing contributions to the safety and wellbeing of National City - and the world as a whole. Kara Danvers wanted to scream, jump up and down in shock, but all she could do was hold her breath as Cat gave her her task: find a venue big enough for a celebration of the sort. Staying within National City was preferred, but given the fact that power and structural damage wasn’t yet completed on the NC Arena after a recent quarrel between Supergirl and the one who calls herself Livewire.. Kara had to look elsewhere for options.

One stressed phone call to her cousin lead to the conception of an idea within the Man of Steel’s head.. followed by a midnight phone call to his ex (but friendly) girlfriend and coworker Lois Lane. Never was she happy to be awoken during the middle of her deepest sleep, but she answered, and listened to Clark’s request:

“Lo, I’m sorry to wake you so late but I got a favor to ask. . . I need you to announce an exclusive, on-air interview with Superman tomorrow. It’s for Kara.”

Twelve hours later, Lois had the Man of Steel live in studio. Ocean blue orbs stared into the lens, and with a friendly smile Superman spoke to his city - and the nation:

“As some of you may know, this coming week will be an important milestone for my cousin: one year ago next week she took upon the mantle of Supergirl.”

“Are you proud of your cousin, Superman?” Lois - the interviewer - interjected.

Clark Superman knew Lois’s play, and with a nod of thank you, his smile size increased. “Immensely proud, Miss Lane. Putting on our suits and doing what we do is not an easy task; I know you remember just as well as I that I made plenty of mistakes in my first year as this.”

“Years. Plural. I seem to remember a few incidents across a few years.” Lois teased, leading to Superman shaking his head.

“… Not exactly the route I meant to go down to achieve my point, but my point exactly. Being us and doing what we do is not easy, and I have watched my cousin grow and evolve during these months - a year now. She has done stuff not even I have accomplished. If she is listening in right now, I know it would mean more to her to know I feel more jealously of her strengths and accomplishments, than I do of just being proud.”

“Was there anything you wanted to ask of Metropolis, Superman?” Lois guided the interview along.

“Yes. Supergirl and I have come to learn that the cities we are based out of have a tendency to claim us as their own. When it’s meant in jest, we find it flattering. What we don’t like is when people either online or in the media pit us together in a “who’s superior” contest. I want both Metropolis and National City - and frankly, the entire nation - to understand that we are just two people within the same family, with the same goals of striving for a better tomorrow. Metropolis, we should be more welcoming of the Girl of Steel. Which leads me to happily announce that, as of this morning, I have partnered with two wonderful organizations from our mutual cities who are excited to be apart of the upcoming celebration for my cousin. I would like to thank the National City Children’s Cancer Foundation and the Metropolis Children’s Cancer Society for their involvement, and I would like to thank the two anonymous donors who have already donated one million dollars each to the cause. Thank you.”

Needless to say, it took less than two hours for Metropolis’s finest theater and exhibition hall to get into contact with CatCo… and after a more personal and private family dinner the night previous, Kara Danvers had touched down upon Metropolis grounds.. via private airplane.

She was suppose to be heading to either her hotel room or Clark’s apartment, but somehow her feet carried her to the nearby cafe, choosing an outdoor patio seat as she ordered from a given menu:

“Yeah, can I have the maple sticky bun, please? Uh, two please. I’m kinda hungry. And a mocha latte, please.”

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