#clark

[mamawasatesttube]

you know what they say about apples and trees

[kalcium-yippee]

Ben Angst go brrr

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When he woke up he was nowhere. 

Or somewhere? Had to be somewhere.

Everything was confusing; he felt dizzy, like his brain was going to leak out of his ears at any second. He had to center himself, just for a moment. The drained walls of the facility pierced into his skull; he couldn’t see right. His breathing couldn’t keep up with his body, but he managed to set himself straight, if just for a moment. ‘Where am I?! Where the hell am I?!’ Ben’s thoughts continued to race with the same words over and over and over and over. He gripped the sheets of the bed below him, ‘am I back in the hospital?’ Ben felt sick to the pit of his stomach. ‘I can’t be back there. I can’t be back. I can’t be back…’ Logically, Ben knew that he wasn’t back in the hospital, last he remembered, he was back at the school. At the school. At the…school. He was drugged. Some men plowed in and drugged him; they got Logan and Taylor, and then all memories since then faded away. ‘I didn’t do anything... I was out immediately... Why did it happen?... I should have done something. What if I- I could have… I- maybe, if…but..’ He couldn’t get his thoughts straight; the moment of clarity delved into rage.

‘I’m not an angry person anymore, I’m not an angry person anymore, I’m not an angry person anymore, I’m not an angry person anymore, I’m not an angry person anymore, I’m not an angry person anymore, I’m not an angry person anymore, I’m not an angry person, I’m not an angry person, I’m not an angry person, I’m not an angry person, I’m not angry I’m not angry I’m not angry I’m not angry I’m not angry I’m not ANGRY.’ His fist hit smack against the tiled wall. Nothing happened. His knuckles hurt. Nothing happened. Something needs to happen. 

A sense of what felt like acid bubbling in his stomach started creeping its way up his throat. His thoughts were everywhere but where they needed to be. He immediately stood up and kicked his bare foot into the bed frame. Nothing Happened. His foot hurt. Nothing happened. ‘Something needs to happen’. He was swiftly blind with rage. The shaking feeling in his fist wouldn’t cease. He looked around and stomped towards the wood table, keeping tears back.. ‘I can’t do this, I need to sit down.’ he tried to remind himself but it was hopeless. He grabbed the table and threw it. He didn’t know in what direction. He just heard it hit the wall and a rush shivered up his spine. He reached for anything in his blurred view. Anything at all. He didn't even know what he was grabbing; he was just throwing and throwing. Ripping out dresser drawers, tearing up a sheet, kicking pillows. He grabbed the frame of the bed and lifted it. He tried to scream but nothing happened. 

It seems he forgot how. 

He slammed his head into the still held up bed frame, ‘why am I still like this.’ A tear worked down his face, he hastily wiped it off with one arm and with all the strength he could muster, he flipped the entire bed over, the icing on his disaster of a cake. “why” He barely said in a whisper. The sound of his own twisted, disgusting voice sent him a step back, he practically fell to his knees, he saw his reflection in the tiled floor and just started punching the ground. ‘whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy’ his thoughts kept repeating over and over again. Why did he have to be bullied? Why did he have to be beat? Why did he have to say goodbye to his passion? Why did he have to get stuck fighting Phantoms every night? Why did he get taken out? Why did he not manage to fight back? Why was he here? Why…..’why am I angry’.

He looked at his reflection on the floor. There was a bit of blood on his knuckles and dripping over his miserable reflection. Ben stood up and took a few steps back. He looked at the masterpiece the monster inside him made. The shaking feeling in his fist was gone. He sighed. Back against the wall, he slid down to the floor and sat in guilt and shame. ‘why’.

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Absolute yap fest, hope you enjoyed😭🙏

[fourcorpsmen]

You can't change what you've done. The mistakes of the past can't be erased. But they can be tempered by the actions of the future. You've acknowledged your mistakes. Now burn your regrets. Use their fire to light a better path. Pick yourself up and just…Do better.

[man-bat]

tim sale gets it!!!!!!!!! he understands!!!!!!

[whatareyoureallyafraidof]

ManChildTrump is a Russian asset!

[televisiongifs]

BILL SKARSGÅRD as Clark Olofsson in CLARK: Season One (2022) dir. Jonas Åkerlund

[ribombeee]

never forget

[zanephillips]

BILL SKARSGÅRD as CLARK OLOFSSON Clark S01E03 "They See Me as a Mix of Pippi Longstocking and Al Capone"

[wandirge]

✌️

[bladesrunner]

CLARK (2022) E01: Being The Best At Being The Best Was Not My Thing, So I Decided To Be The Best At Being The Worst

[cowcat44artz]

Looks like someone's going to need to go up a size or two. Commissioned on Twitter

No one has permission to use this picture, DO NOT repost, trace, claim to be your own, edit/modify or de-face in any way! Reblogs appreciated

[mamawasatesttube]

superman: the man of steel #63 is literally so good. clark gets kidnapped while depowered and lois goes off the shits about it!!! she will blow this whole building up see if she doesn't!!! and the way he just has faith in her coming for him and is like "well if i keep them busy torturing me instead of looking for her, she'll have an easier time sneaking in and getting us both out of here" meanwhile she's like THEYRE TORTURING MY HUSBAND?! ILL KILL THEM. them flirting with each other the entire time theyre escaping bc its still their honeymoon. clark leaning on lois. lois admitting she understands the overprotectiveness now. the kiss against the explosions in the backdrop. my god. who is fucking doing it like clois!!!!!

[pizgif]

[fourcorpsmen]

"You are special. I love you. I’m so proud of you.”

Happy 85th Anniversary Superman!

[princehoneytea]

(ocs) unleash the beasts

[roughridingrednecks]

Clark