I'm gonna say it! The thing that made me grumpiest about wtnv fandom back in the day was the belief that Cecil buys into the propaganda! He does NOT! This man is looking you dead in the eyes and saying "do not look at the mountains. The government denies ALL EXISTENCE of such mountains. The mountains are not real." You think he gets sent to re-education every six weeks for FUN?! He is a journalist frantically trying to get around censorship! The government would like to strangle him for talking about this! COME ON!
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gummy is not edible . i think if you drank him you'd die
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armand duplantis breaking the pole vault world record is that much more impressive when you realise the last 8 times the world record has been broken was also his doing. this is his ninth consecutive record break in the span of 5 years.
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honestly the kryptonian daddy au is so cute wholesome and spicy at the same time aahhhhhhh~♡
does Clark (or Kal in this case) in this au growl??? not in the cringey fanfic way but like in this low but steadily increasing in volume, rumbling thing that just spikes DANGER ABORT MISSION FUCKING RUN! down the spine (and does Bruce find it sooooo fucking hot like Mark him down scared AND horny-) does he purr like a fucking loud motor engine with his kids????
also the whole polar bear imagery reminds me of those polar bears fucking drenched in blood so damn red and looking gory after their kills.
so imagine if Bruce finds him like that the first time he sees him. Like all those military bastards trying to kill Kal and (nobody is listening to Kal he needs to find his baby-) Kal is ends up causing.... severe bodily harm. There's blood splashed all over his hair, face and suit and Bruce finds him LIKE THAT and he goes
OH FUCK-
and
Oh fuck~!
At the same time. It's literal torture.
ABSO-MOTHERFUCKING-LUTELY
Look, give me the sunshine krytonians; give me powerful rays of sunshine who stubbornly refuse to forfeit their warmth. Give me kryptonians who refuse to be cold just because the world is.
But also. Give me Kryptonians who are truly unstoppable storms of nature when their babies get taken from them. Not only would Clark growl, he'll snarl and hiss and spit. Baring his fangs because they bit first.
Clark who catches a faint smell of sweet sunshine and tender, burnt metal, and unmissable scent of family on this masked soldier.
Clark who flies like a bullet, a knife in soft meat, through tanks and guns and fire, until he jumps on this man, careful not to obiscerate him.
On his back, Bruce admires, -- observes, -- him, and remembers sunshine doesn't glow. It burns. Those red ruby eyes steam with anger, with rage, with a fatherly desperation Bruce tastes all the time.
He roars at Bruce, so close to his face. There's a purring where fear should be.
He catches on too quickly. Jon tried roaring at him, too, althought he barely managed a faint squeak. "... I have him. And i have you, too. But you need to calm down."
He has no idea if Clark even understands what he's saying. But something in Bruce must convince him, because he's raised effortlessly on his feet. "Baby. Now."
Good lord. That voice.
How's he gonna explain this one to Alfred?
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