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elizabethemerald · 26 days

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Son of the Red Hood: Reunions and First Meetings

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Jason was once again at the end of his rope. He had this wonderful, amazing kid in his life who could fly and float through walls, and influence his Pit Rage, and smiled like the sun, and all in all was still a kid. And sometimes kids threw fits.

He had taken Danny to an abandoned and fenced off lot so the kid could get some practice with his powers where no one would see them. He hadn’t wanted Danny’s toys to be forgotten or dirtied in the lot, so he had made sure to leave behind his stuffed animals. Something Danny had taken incredible offense to.

Of course the tyke hadn’t realized until they were in the abandoned lot, blocks away from Jason’s apartment that his toys had been left behind. And he was now bawling his eyes out, screaming at the top of his lungs for his toys. He was once again starkly reminded that Danny was a meta and many of his powers were tied to his emotions. Jason could only feel sympathy for what the Kents had to deal with when they were raising Clark. They even had to deal with a super powered toddler’s terrible twos.

“I want my Jazztronaut! I want my Wonder Bear!” Danny screamed.

Each scream rattled the walls around them and set off distant car alarms. Jason had brought his Red Hood gear so that if anyone saw them they wouldn’t recognize them and he was thankful he had as the sonic protections in the helmet activated and muffled his hearing. Though the fact that he could still hear his kid over the protections showed just how loud Danny could be.

“I promise kiddo, we can go back and grab your bears! I’ll grab them as soon as I can, but you have to calm down.” Jason tried to reason, but one thing he knew from helping with the street kids in Crime Alley, sometimes a child just doesn’t want to be reasoned with.

“I want Wonder Woman! I want Wonder Woman!” Danny shrieked even louder.

Jason clamped his hands uselessly over the ear holes of his helmet as he staggered back. Holy shit this kid had a pair of pipes on him. If he didn’t have his helmet on he might be deaf now.

“Danny, I’m sorry I forgot your bear.” Jason tried again, and Danny fell silent in surprise. He sniffed and his lip wobbled. What the hell was this kid’s life that someone apologizing to him got this kind of reaction?

“I’m sorry I yelled.” Danny whispered back, tears running down his face, though he was tense like he expected to be yelled at or worse.

“Hey, it’s ok buddy.” Jason pulled his helmet off and he pulled the kid into his lap. “Sometimes your emotions can get too big for your body, I understand that. I really am sorry that I didn’t bring your bears. I’ll go get them soon, ok? But I can’t leave you alone to grab them.”

“Perhaps I can be of some help?”

Jason tensed as a woman’s voice sounded in the lot. He shifted Danny so he was protecting him with his body as a tall woman with black hair approached. She had greasy and sweat stained work out clothes, just like every other thug in the city, but she towered over him where he was sitting on the ground. He reached as subtly as he could for his gun, then paused as she stepped into the light.

“Wait, Aunt Diana?” Jason asked, perplexed.

“Hello, little Warrior.” Diana said with a small smile. Then she knelt down next to Danny. “And hello you too, little King.”

Danny, his little devilish meta child, actually blushed at her attention.

“I’m not a king yet.” He said softly.

“I know. And yet I have followed your call for me and found you.” Diana said with all the gravitas she reserved for meeting foreign diplomats.

“I thought I knew what was happening, but now I’m not so sure.” Jason said softly before he rose to his feet, lifting Danny onto his hip.

“I’m not certain I can explain everything, but I can shed some light.” Diana said, standing as well, before addressing Danny. “Are you aware of someone by the name of Clockwork?”

Danny’s eyes lit up and started glowing as he smiled.

“Grandpa Clocky! He’s always tellin’ me boring things that I need to do and learn. But he keeps me safe and cares about me.”

“Yes, well your grandfather has a few other grandchildren, one of which is me.” Diana held her hand out and shook Danny’s little, tiny hand. “Diana Prince. Some call me Wonder Woman.”

Danny’s eyes glowed even brighter and he floated out of Jason’s arms.

“So we’re like cousins! Or something!”

“Yes. Or something. And Clockwork sent me to find you, so you can be trained properly for when the crown is yours.”

Jason genuinely couldn’t tell if Diana was being serious or if she was playing along, but either way he was grateful that she had appeared when she did and even more grateful that she seemed to be willing to help train Danny.

“Thank you so much Aunt Diana.” Jason said with a smile. “Maybe you and I can talk about a training schedule together. In the meantime would you mind watching him while I go and grab the teddy bears that caused all this?”

“Of course. My cousin and I will get to know each other.” Diana said and gave Danny a warm smile.

Jason pulled his grapple and left to return to his apartment, happy with the knowledge that Danny was safe with Diana. Though he had a lot of questions about why she had called him a king, and who the hell Clockwork was.

Jazz had been on the move almost non stop ever since she had woken up yesterday. Her parents were dead. The portal in Amity was destroyed. Angela had said that Danny was killed by the blast too. But he wasn’t. She knew he wasn’t. She didn’t need the boo-merang to tell her that Danny was still out there somewhere. He was alive, and she would find him.

She had only stopped moving long enough to pass out in her car for a few hours during the drive to Gotham City. She was following a faint trail, a mere pressure in her mind that was leading her closer and closer to where her brother was. Whatever ecto contamination her parents had done to her over the years had given her a connection to her brother and she would follow that connection to the very jaws of hell itself if she had to.

She was running on fumes now. So was her car. She had made it into Gotham and the pull brought her to one of the poorer neighborhoods. In fact it looked like it was the poorest and most crime ridden part of the city. Graffiti covered every wall, and multiple burnt out wrecks of cars littered the sides of the streets.

Jazz slammed on the brakes and opened her car door. She was next to an abandoned and fenced off lot and her brother was here. She could feel him. She dashed tears and sweat from her eyes, slung her weapons over her shoulder and tied her hair back. When she left her car she left it with the door open and the key in the ignition. She doubted it would start again and she didn’t care enough, all she cared about was her brother.

She crouched next to the fence and leaped, putting her ectoplasmic strength into the jump as she easily cleared the twelve foot tall fence. She landed on the other side in another crouch, her eyes zeroing in on the woman standing in the middle of the lot.

The woman was easily as tall as Jazz and she was 6'8" thanks to the ectoplasm in her veins. The woman had long black hair and was built like an absolute tank. She was wearing work out clothes that showed off all of her muscles. If Jazz were in a better mental state she would be jealous.

But all she could focus on was the toddler just past the woman. The small, black haired, blue eyed boy that was her entire world. Danny. He was younger and smaller than he should be, but she would recognize him anywhere, and she had enough experience with ghostly shenanigans to recognize a simple deaging. She could deal with that later, now she just needed to recover her brother.

“Give him to me!” Jazz demanded as she stormed closer.

The beefy woman was between her and Danny, she couldn’t risk angering her, but all the words were trapped in her mind. All the deescalation techniques she learned, all the psychology she dedicated herself to, was all trapped and stuck. The woman turned to face her and Jazz pulled out her creep stick, her hands shaking.

“Give him to me.” She said again, the words feeling like nails dragging past her throat yet it was all she could say.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” The woman said. She kept her hands open and spread apart. Some small part of Jazz’s mind said that she was trying to keep her body language open and friendly. But that part was overshadowed by her fear and her exhaustion.

“Give him to me!” She shrieked, wondering if she should be coughing up blood with how difficult the words were to drag out. She dashed forward and swung her creepstick. The woman blocked the blow with her forearm, but Jazz swung again and again. Each blow the woman either blocked or dodged without any visible effort.

“You have skills sister.” The woman said and she went on the attack.

Now Jazz was getting driven back across the lot. She was clearly out matched in every possible way, but she couldn’t back down. That was her brother. That was her brother. That was her brother. Danny. Danny. Danny.

The woman twisted her body and with a powerful kick the creepstick was sent flying across the yard. Jazz didn’t give her a moment to gloat at disarming her and instead pushed forward with her bare fists and legs, using all her skill with martial arts, managing to push the other woman back one step at a time. Still she looked calm and confident as if she did this every single day.

Jazz ducked under one of the woman’s blows and managed to pull her knife. She thrust the blade forward with all her might, putting her full ectoplasm enhanced strength behind the blow. And watched in horror as the blade shattered against the woman’s shoulder.

“Well struck!” The woman seemed genuinely impressed. Then she twisted and almost without effort threw Jazz to the ground.

Jazz gasped in air as she stared up at her, then passed her to where her brother hovered in the air, watching like this was all an exciting movie.

“Please.” She forced the word out, like broken glass down her throat. “Give him to me.”

She begged. Desperately. The woman startled and pulled a long rope from under her sweats. With a flick of her wrist the cord wrapped around Jazz’s body.

“We’ll soon find the truth of this. Why do you want the boy?”

The cord glowed around her and even past her pain and her fear and her exhaustion the words came.

“He’s my brother.”

She gasped the words out.

“He’s my brother.”

Her throat was closing and her breath was coming faster and faster. Her own fist collided with her forehead.

“He’s my brother.”

She sobbed the words out, her vision fading as she hit herself again. A high pitched keening noise pulled itself out of her, no more words were coming, just her raw expression of grief and longing and she hit herself again. She smacked her fist into her forehead and when she went to do it again, she felt a tiny hand wrap around her wrist.

“No Jazz! No hurting. No hurting.”

Danny’s little voice. Just like when he was first a child and would help her when she melted down. When her parents ignored her desire not to be touched, when they made her speak even when the words hurt like gargling acid, when the noise of the lab wouldn’t stop and pounded into her head like a jack hammer. He was always there for her, ever since he had understood what she was doing and why.

She didn’t try to pull her arm out of his hand but she hit herself again with her other hand. She could hear Danny begging her to stop, but she couldn’t, she couldn’t, she couldn’t. She went to hit herself again and a strong, calloused hand grabbed her wrist, then just as gently as if she were something precious and valuable held her other hand to keep her from hurting herself.

“Now, young one, there is no call for that.”

“Jazz it’s ok.” Danny whispered, because he knew the loud voices bothered her. Then he started humming, so softly she could barely feel it, yet his humming vibrated with ectoplasm and carried down all the way to her infant ghost core.

He was hugging her and holding her and humming to her and slowly, muscle by muscle her tension unwound. She could think again, she didn’t think she would be able to speak yet, but at the very least she could pull her wrists from the gentle hold of the other woman and wrap her arms around her little brother.

She held her brother, her Danny and sobbed and sobbed. She had gone through too much. She had been told she had lost her parents and that everyone she loved, including her beloved brother were dead, her home destroyed. Then she had driven half way across the country following a desperate thread to try and find him only to be beaten by the first stranger she encountered. But at the very least, she had her brother back in her arms again. Just like she was supposed to.

Diana watched the young woman cry, raw grief tearing its way through her. Jason had asked her to watch over the little King, and she would do so. She couldn’t hand the child over to the obviously distressed woman who had demanded him. She had defended herself, just like she would do during any of the spars with her sisters on Themyscira.

However, she had misjudged her opponent. This woman was not fighting with the relaxed energy of a friendly spar. She was desperately fighting, just as she had desperately begged for the boy. Lord Clockwork had not mentioned that the little King would have any siblings, but perhaps it merely showed that the Lord of Time still needed to learn the importance of mortal lives.

Even without the magic of the Lasso of Truth, Diana could see the love Danny had for his sister. She could see the way he knew exactly how to stop her from harming herself. How the young woman, the King had called her Jazz, didn’t risk harming the child when he held her wrist, instead using her other hand.

Now she could see the love, almost like a physical aura off the two young ones. She had found her charge, the young King she was to train, she had found him with an able caretaker, and she had found him in time to see the reunion between the King and his sister. Maybe she would have another to train and to teach, and the young King would have a valiant protector.

She turned at the sound of a grapple and Jason landed next to her, two teddy bears in his hand. One was dressed as an astronaut and the other was wearing a cloth version of Diana’s own armor. He was staring at the woman who was sobbing and holding Danny as if he were the most precious thing in the world.

“What the hell did I miss?”

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to-the-stars8 · 9 months

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Love and Neighbors

Clark Kent x Reader Chapters AO3 18+ MDNI

37- Now?

“Just like that, fuck,” You said, looking down between your bodies. Your bodies were slick with sweat, and you could see and hear just how wet you were with every thrust. Looking back up, you saw Clark’s orgasm slowly creeping up on him by how pink his cheeks were and the little furrow in his eyebrow. You caressed his hand that gripped your waist as you encouraged him to keep going. You were so close to cumming, you just needed him to last a bit longer.

Moaning, you threw your head back, just on the cusp of euphoria until he suddenly stopped. When you looked back at him, eyebrows pinched together in confusion, he stopped you from asking what was wrong.

“Hold on,” He seemed like he was thinking. No, he was listening. “I think someone needs help.”

“Now?” You asked, exasperated that it couldn’t really wait. Then, once the thought passed your mind, you felt guilty to be thinking so self-fishly.

Before you could say anything, he pulled away from you. Within seconds he was in his suit, and looking at you with that same sad, puppy dog expression. You sat up, letting him give you a kiss before he leaped from the window. You lay there for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling as you replayed what just happened. One-half of you wanted to be angry, livid, that he would interrupt an intimate moment for someone he didn’t know. Yet, the other half was a bit more understanding as you knew what would happen when you decided to date Clark, and by extension Superman. He wanted to help the world, and sometimes that meant moments like these would need to be put on hold.

When you started to move out of bed toward the bathroom Clark returned, a bit beaten by the wind but otherwise no different than when he left. He didn’t say anything as he walked toward you, becoming so close that you suddenly fell back onto the bed. You looked up at him, eyes roaming down the blue and red suit.

Working to get the suit off, Clark said, “Sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to leave you like that. Hopefully, I didn’t upset you too much?”

“I’d like a warning if you’re gonna edge me like that next time,” You said, ending the sentence off with a squeak when Clark suddenly wrapped his arms around you and threw you further up on the bed.

Giving you that award-winning smile, he said, “Okay, promise.”

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thesiltverses · 8 months

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I don’t know who types up the ask answers on this blog but to whoever’s reading this: how do you all feel about being alive and sentient? What keeps you going, what purpose propels you through this chaotic void? What do you think (or hope) waits for you after your inevitable end? What do you think constitutes a life well lived?

I'm going to answer this in the most wayward and stupidly overlong manner possible, because the previous ask had me thinking about puppets, and I was already mid-way through writing up a book recommendation that's semi-relevant to your questions.

Everyone (but especially people who've enjoyed The Silt Verses and all the folks on Tumblr who loved Piranesi by Susanna Clarke) ought to seek out Riddley Walker by Russell Hoban.

Riddley Walker is a wild and woolly story set in post-apocalyptic Kent, where human society has (d)evolved into a Bronze Age collective of hunter-gatherer settlements. Dogs, apparently blaming us for our crimes against the world, have become our predators, hunting us through the trees. Labourers kill themselves unearthing ancient machinery that they cannot possibly understand.

A travelling crowd of thugs led by a Pry Mincer collect taxes and attempt to impose themselves upon those around them with a puppet-show - the closest possible approximation of a TV show - that tells a mangled story of the world's destruction, featuring a Prometheus-esque hero called Eusa who is tempted by the Clevver One into creating the atomic bomb.

Riddley himself, a twelve-year-old folk hero in-the-making surrounded by strange portents, ends up sowing the seeds of rebellion and change by becoming a conduit for the anti-tutelary anarchic madness (one apparently buried in our collective unconscious) of Punch 'n' Judy.

It's a book in love with twisted reinterpretation, the subjectivity of interpretation, buried or forbidden truths coming back to light (the opening quote is a curious allegory about reinvention and cyclical change from the extra-canonical Gospel of Thomas, which is a good joke and mission statement on a couple levels at once) and human beings somehow stumbling into forms of wisdom or insight through clumsy and nonsensical attempts to make sense of a world that is simply beyond them.

It rocks.

The book starts like this:

On my naming day when I come 12 I gone front spear and kilt a wyld boar he parbly the las wyld pig on the Bundel Downs any how there hadnt ben none for a long time befor him nor I aint looking to see none agen. He dint make the groun shake nor nothing like that when he come on to my spear he wernt all that big plus he lookit poorly. He done the reqwyrt he ternt and stood and clattert his teef and made his rush and there we wer then. Him on 1 end of the spear kicking his life out and me on the other end watching him dy. I said, 'Your tern now my tern later.'

Riddley's devolved language - a trick which has been nicked/homaged by many other works, most notably Cloud Atlas and Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome - is a masterwork choice which may seem offputting or overwhelming at first, but which has its own brutal poetry and cadence to it, and ultimately which makes us slow down as readers and unpick the wit, puns, double-meanings and playful themes buried in line after line.

(Even those first five sentences get us thinking about cyclical change, ritual and myth in opposition to the dissatisfactions of reality, and 'tern' to paradoxically indicate a rebellious change in direction but also an obedient acceptance of inevitable death.)

In one of my favourite passages in literature and a statement of thought that means a lot to me, Riddley has been smoking post-coital weed with Lorna, a 'tel-woman', who unexpectedly declares her belief in a kind of irrational, monstrous Logos that lives in us, wears us like clothes, and drives us onwards for its own purpose:

'You know Riddley theres some thing in us it dont have no name.' I said, 'What thing is that?' She said, 'Its some kynd of thing it aint us but yet its in us. Its lookin out thru our eye hoals...it aint you nor it dont even know your name. Its in us lorn and loan and shelterin how it can.' 'Tremmering it is and feart. It puts us on like we put on our cloes. Some times we dont fit. Some times it cant fynd the arm hoals and it tears us a part. I dont think I took all that much noatis of it when I ben yung. Now Im old I noatise it mor. It dont realy like to put me on no mor. Every morning I can feal how its tiret of me and readying to throw me a way. Iwl tel you some thing Riddley and keap this in memberment. What ever it is we dont come naturel to it.' I said, 'Lorna I dont know what you mean.' She said, 'We aint a naturel part of it. We dint begin when it begun we dint begin where it begun. It ben here befor us nor I dont know what we are to it. May be weare jus only sickness and a feaver to it or boyls on the arse of it I dont know. Now lissen what Im going to tel you Riddley. It thinks us but it dont think like us. It dont think the way we think. Plus like I said befor its afeart.' I said, 'Whats it afeart of?' She said, 'Its afeart of being beartht.'

While Hoban is, I think, deeply humanistic to his bones and even something of a wayward optimist, the notion of human beings as helpless and ignorant vessels, individual carriers - puppets, if you like - for an unknowable and awful inhuman power-in-potentia and life-drive that lacks a true shape or intent beyond its own continued survival (even when that means destroying us or visiting us with agonising atrophy in the process) conjures up the pessimism of Thomas Ligotti, another big influence on our work and a dude who was really into his marionettes-as-metaphor.

Let's go to him now for his opinion on the thing that lives beneath our skin. Thomas?

Through the prophylactic of self-deception, we keep hidden what we do not want to let into our heads, as if we will betray to ourselves a secret too terrible to know… …(that the universe is) a play with no plot and no players that were anything more than portions of a master drive of purposeless self-mutilation. Everything tears away at everything else forever. Nothing knows of its embroilment in a festival of massacres… Nothing can know what is going on.

Curiously, both Ligotti and Riddley Walker have appeared in the music of dark folk band Current 93, whose track In The Heart Of The Wood And What I Found There directly homages the novel and ends with the repeated words,

"All shall be well," she said But not for me

These words, in turn, hearken back to Kafka's* famous reported conversation with Max Brod:

'We are,' he said, 'nihilistic thoughts, suicidal thoughts that rise in God's head.' This reminded me of the worldview of the gnostic: God as an evil demiurge, the world as his original sin. 'Oh no', he said, 'our world is only a bad, fretful whim of God, a bad day.' 'So was there - outside of this world that we know - hope?' He smiled: 'Oh, hope - there is plenty. Infinite hope, just not for us."

So, we walk on.

We carry this thing that's riding on our backs, endlessly bonded to it, feeling its weight more and more with every passing day, unable to turn to look at it. Buried truths come briefly to life, and are hidden from us again. Perhaps they weren't truths at all. We couldn't stand to look the truth directly in the eyes in any case.

If there is hope, it's for the thing that looks out from our eyeholes, which thinks us but cannot think like us. We'll never get to where we're going, and the thing will never be born. There's no hope for it. Perhaps we don't want it to win anyway. It's nothing, and the key to everything.

The Jesus from the Gospel of Thomas says:

'When you see your own likeness, you rejoice. But when you see the visions that formed you and existed before you, which do not perish and which do not become visible - how much then will you be able to bear?'

Kafka, writing to his father, begins by expressing the inexpressibility of his own divine terror:

You asked me why I am afraid of you. I did not know how to answer - partly because of my fear, partly because an explanation would require more than I could make coherent in speech…even in writing, the magnitude of the causes exceeds my memory and my understanding.

Kafka concludes that while he cannot ever truly explain himself, and that the accusations in his letter are neat subjectivities that fail to account for the messiness of reality, perhaps 'something that in my opinion so closely resembles the truth…might comfort us both a little and make it easier for us to live and die.'**

It doesn't bring comfort to Kafka, whose diarised remarks both before and after the 1919 letter make it clear that he views his relationship with the things (people) that birthed him as an endless entrapment that prevents him from attaining any kind of self-actualisation or even comfort, since he cannot escape their influence or remember a time before them:

I was defeated by Father as a small boy and have been prevented since by pride from leaving the battleground, despite enduring defeat over and over again.

It's as if I wasn't fully born yet...as if I was dissolubly bound to these repulsive things (my parents).*** The bond is still attached to my feet, preventing them from walking, from escaping the original formless mush. That's how it is sometimes.

Samuel Beckett returns again and again (aptly) to this pursuit of a state of true humanity and final understanding that is at once fled and unrecoverable, yet to be born, never to be born, never-existed, endlessly to be pursued, pointless to pursue. From the astonishing end sequence of The Unnameable:

alone alone, the others are gone, they have been stilled, their voices stilled, their listening stilled, one by one, at each new-com- ing, another will come, I won’t be the last. I’ll be with the others. I’ll be as gone, in the silence, it won’t be I, it’s not I, I’m not there yet. I’ll go there now. I’ll try and go there now, no use trying, I wait for my turn, my turn to go there, my turn to talk there, my turn to listen there, my turn to wait there for my turn to go, to be as gone, it’s unending, it will be unending, gone where,where do you go from there, you must go somewhere else, wait somewhere else, for your turn to go again

I’m not the first, I won’t be the first, it will best me in the end, it has bested better than me, it will tell me what to do, in order to rise, move, act like a body endowed with despair, that’s how I reason, that’s how I hear myself reasoning, all lies, it’s not me they’re calling, not me they’re talking about, it’s not yet my turn, it’s someone else’s turn, that’s why I can’t stir, that’s why I don’t feel a body on me, I’m not suffering enough yet, it’s not yet my turn, not suffering enough to be able to stir, to have a body, complete with head, to be able to understand, to have eyes to light the way

From Thomas' Jesus:

When you make the two one, and you make the inside as the outside and the outside as the inside and the above as the below, and if male and female become a single unity which lacks 'masculine' and 'feminine' action, when you grow eyes where eyes should be and hands where hands should be and feet where feet should stand and the true image in its proper place, then shall you enter heaven.

Tom's Jesus makes a particularly Gnostic habit of both insisting that the hidden will be revealed and demonstrating the impossibility of attaining a state where the hidden ever can be revealed. Contrary to C.S. Lewis, we will never have faces with which to gaze upon the lost divine and the mysteries that shaped us, and crucially, as Christ puts it, we would not be able to bear the sight of ourselves if we did.

We will never become the thing that's riding on our backs.

Jesus again:

The disciples ask Jesus, 'Tell us how our end shall be.' Jesus says, 'Have you found the beginning yet, you who ask after the end? For at the place where the beginning is, there shall be the end.'

The Unnameable:

I’ll recognise it, in the end I’ll recognise it, the story of the silence that he never left, that I should never have left, that I may never find again, that I may find again, then it will be he, it will be I, it will be the place, the silence, the end, the beginning, the beginning again, how can I say it, that’s all words, they’re all I have, and not many of them, the words fail, the voice fails, so be it

The final passage of The Unnameable, which often is hilariously shorn and misinterpreted as an inspirational quote about how if you don't succeed, try again:

all words, there’s nothing else, you must go on, that’s all I know, they’re going to stop, I know that well, I can feel it, they’re going to abandon me, it will be the silence, for a moment, a good few moments, or it will be mine, the lasting one, that didn’t last, that still lasts, it will be I, you must go on, I can't go on, you must go on. I’ll go on, you must say words, as long as there are any, until they find me, until they say me, strange pain, strange sin, you must go on, perhaps it’s done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be I, it will be the silence, where I am, I don’t know. I’ll never know, in the silence you don’t know, you must go on, I can’t go on. I’ll go on. †

We bear this thing that's riding on our backs. We'll never get to where we're going, and the thing will never be born. If it was born, it'd be too terrible for us to bear. There's nothing riding on our backs.

It will never speak us into being.

We keep on calling out into the silence, we keep trying to explain or understand the thing that's riding on our backs, searching for a way to birth it before we die. Our words about the thing are crucial, and they're meaningless, and they're all we have, and they're nothing at all. We cannot name it and we cannot express it, but we cannot stop trying, and we will keep turning back to our words about the thing, obsessing over them, tearing them to pieces, putting them back together.

I'm fumbling at something I can't think or say, but fumbling is all we're capable of. There could be beauty and meaning and comfort in the fumbling, but it's also vain, and foolish, and pointless, and we're lying to ourselves about the beauty and the meaning and the comfort, and we're indulging ourselves pointlessly by going on and on about the pointlessness of it. Nothing can know what's going on. We will never get close enough to understand without being destroyed.

Thomas' Jesus again, warning those who seek to reveal what's hidden:

He who is near me is near the fire.

Riddley Walker, reflecting on the Punch puppet's inexplicable desire to cook and eat his own child:

Whyis Punch crookit? Why wil he al ways kill the baby if he can? Parbly I wont ever know its jus on me to think on it.

If you got to the end of this, congratulations: but the above is honestly the most appropriate patchwork of what I believe, what propels me, what I feel.

As for what comes after life, I think it's fairly straightforwardly a nothingness we are tragically incapable of fully knowing or accepting - it's Beckett's unimaginable and unattainable silence, a silence that his characters' voices keep on shattering even as they cry out for it.

-Jon‡

*I can't remember if Kafka makes prominent reference to Czech puppets in his work, which is interesting in its own right given the thematic relevance (the protagonist in The Hunger Artist is perhaps a kind of self-directing puppet show?).

However, Gustav Meyrink - who some unsourced Google quotes suggest was pals with Czech puppeteer Richard Teschner - did write a strange little story, The Man On The Bottle, about an audience watching a 'marionette show' who are too wrapped up in performances and masks to interpret the reality that they're actually watching a human being suffocate to death.

**Thomas Ligotti: "Something had happened. They did not know what it was, but they did know it as that which should not be.

Something would have to be done if they were to live with that which should not be.

This would not (be enough); it would only be the best they could do."

***Beckett's Malone Dies actually kicks off with a related sentiment:" I am in my mother’s room. It’s I who live there now. I don’t know how I got there...In any case I have her room. I sleep in her bed. I piss and shit in her pot. I have taken her place. I must resemble her more and more."

† I don't necessarily align myself in humour with Ligotti on a lot of this stuff but I imagine he would recognise both Beckett's writing and Kafka's frustrations re explaining the causes of his hatred for his father as sublimation: finding artistic and philosophical ways of sketching the inexpressible horror and uncertainty of our existence in order to reckon with it at a remove without destroying ourselves. A higher form of self-deception, but self-deception nevertheless.

‡Muna's more of an anarcho-nihilist, I think.

#long fucking post just to say 'i don't know'

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wait I have got to hear your thoughts on bruce being lottie!!

Rewatching Princess and The Frog has got me in a chokehold! But basically, the AU as of now;

It's a well established, well know, well respected fact from the White House to the Bayou; If you ain't Wayne rich, you ain't rich at all.

But you won't catch Thomas Wayne bragging and boosting and yapping about hot cars, or big mansions, or pearly white yachts.

Thomas' pride and joy is one tiny, fawn eyed, overly energetic boy that made Gotham collectively swoon.

"And I want a princess when I grows up!" Bruce is just prancing around in his pink prince costume, adjusting a paper crown that Alfred made, " Or a prince! Can you get me a prince, papa?"

"You know the deal, Bruce; You wish it, daddy grands it; Ain't that right, Martha?"

Martha Kent chuckles in that warm, knowing way of hers. Her friend is infamous for the way he spoils his boy. But the Waynes are good people. And not just because they keep her farm afloat.

"Yeah, you're good on that front. But you know, sweetheart; It doesn't matter if you marry a prince or princess. As long as they make you smile, that's all that matters."

Lois, just a bit older than Bruce, makes a disgusted noise, " I don't want no prince or princess. I just want Princess money."

Bruce squeals, " But a PRINCE. I'd love to marry a Prince. We'd have a big big wedding and the sweetest cake in the world, and everyone would have fun, -- Clark! You gonna be at my wedding, right?"

Clark, dressed up in his blue overalls and paper sword, to fit the knight Bruce always calls him, nods, with a smile that doesn't match his words, " Course I will, Bruce. If you'll have me."

Now. Bruce is so very good at forging fantasies. But when a princess from a far away island rumoured to be populated entirely by women comes into town, it doesn't look like make believe at all.

"Women only? Lucky."

Lois doesn't have the time for dreams; She's a bonafide, concise, straight to the point realist. Taking truth by the throat and brings it to light.

And often enough, truth isn't pretty. And ugly truth, as Parry said, right before booting her right out of her job, doesn't sell.

Luckily, Clark's folks were nice enough to give her a delivery job cause Clark can't drive worth a damn. Still. If she's gonna watch him contain another dreamy sigh for Bruce, she'll blow chunks.

"Did you see her in them papers?! That's the prettiest woman I ever did see!"

Mr. Wayne growls behind his newspaper (that Lois could've written better than fucking JIMMY) and Bruce doubles down, " Um. After mama."

Mr Thomas smiles. "Hm. Guess you're finally getting that princess, huh, Brucie?"

Even in adulthood, Bruce squeals like a strangled kitten, " Where's Clark? Can't have the perfect wedding without the perfect best man!" Lois bites her lip and stacks up the peaches in Mrs. Wayne's Cafe.

After all these years, she just refuses to let that old place go. Lois has to respect that. Martha gives her a sympathetic look, warms her up with a mother's love. " How's work, Lo?"

"It's work, Mrs. Wayne. Thank you for that big order for the masquerade ball. At this point, you're the only ones keeping that farm alive..."

"Give those apples some credit," she winks, but squeezes Lois' hand, " If you ever need anything..."

"Thank you. But I don't take handouts."

"Pride won't buy you food, honey. But I guess I gotta wait for you to open your own newspaper. Then I'll make you rich. You'll see."

Bruce is just hugging and squeezing on Clark's arm, ranting a mile a minute about his wedding colors, his cake flavor, the honeymoon, all while nuzzling Clark's toned arm.

And Clark does what he does best; Hide behind a smile.

Alfred sighs, " If he wasn't mine, I'd whack that boy's head with a pan."

"You'll do no such thing, or so help me!"

"Save it for the after party, Tommy dear," Martha chuckles, " But I gotta understand, -- this Diana lady's making waves. I never even seen a woman talk to the mayor before. Let alone yell at 'Im."

"That's cause Tommy Elliot only wants women under his desk," A roll of the eye, a coil of disgust fanning resentment In her gut, Lois takes the box. "Sides, little miss princess probably ain't better than he is. "

The problem with always looking back is you're never ready for the forward.

When Lois bumps up in something tall, solid, and warm, she thinks its Clark. Except neither she or Clark smell like vanilla ice cream and clean air and blue oceans.

Clark certainly doesn't have long, majestic hair gracefully dancing in the winds. He doesn't have blood red lips, or strong blue eyes.

Clark's eyes were summer sky blue. Not a blue Medusa herself couldn't stone.

And he certainly doesn't make her heart stop with a smirk.

"Well," Diana Fucking Prince says, voice satin and velvet, "I don't know about being a better. But I could change your mind about that."

#dc #bruce wayne #clark kent #lois lane #dc comics #superbat #diana prince #diana of themyscira #lois x diana #basically diana goes undercover as a civilian to see how the mayor treats his citizens or maybe shes running from something and lois #has to help take your pic!!!#text #text post #also bruce has little babies!! jay and dickie ^^ lois employes their help to stop wonderbat from happening bc clearly CLARK should marry #the princess and save the farm #jay isnt down!! she wants the cool lady as his mom! and dick wants uncle clark as his dad!

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lambtotheslaughterr · 18 days

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The Taming : Part Two

A Clark Kent Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 5.9k

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PART ONE | MASTERLIST | PART THREE

all AI images are created from prompts i wrote. they are not real images.

She thought she was clever. Her precious roommate never noticed her, but I sensed her the moment she entered the restaurant. She wore a significant perfume, one that made me think of the endless sandy beaches of Mexico. I smelled it on her on the subway that night. She had been so close. Close enough to touch, to grab, to hurt. Oh, how badly I wanted to have her against the subway walls. Her throat in my hands, her eyes glaring heatedly into my own. She had nearly embarrassed herself, trying to put me ‘in my place’. It was almost adorable. She didn’t know who she was getting tangled up with.

Even now, she sat facing us on the other side of the patio. It was a busy night, but she stuck out like a sore thumb. To me, at least. It was rare for a beautiful woman such as herself to dine alone. Yet no one sought her out. She was still dressed in her clothes from her day job. It was a wonder on why she worked a minimum wage job, a wonder I would soon understand.

I felt her eyes on me throughout the whole dinner. Her roommate, as sweet & beautiful as she was, was not the object of my desire though. She was simply a means to get closer to who I really wanted. And she only sat a few tables away.

Her poor roommate must’ve thought that I was smiling adoringly at whatever she was saying, but the smile on my face was due to the fact that this young woman, the one who wanted to hurt me as much as I wanted to hurt her, was losing control. She couldn’t stand seeing her roommate out with me. It made her blood boil. I could smell it. Taste it.

I hope she knows that I will be tasting it. Soon.

It was a little after five when you clocked out from your shift. You waved your good-bye’s to your coworkers & left the coffee shop. You sighed heavily to yourself as you hiked your leopard Sicily backpack higher on your back. It would be less than a minute walk to the subway station.

As you waited down on the platform with the rest of the Metropolis working class, you grumbled internally to yourself. It wasn’t that you needed to work because you absolutely did not have to. You could likely go your whole life without working a day in your life but about a year ago, you didn’t want to have to be dependent on your parents to fund your lifestyle. Working minimum wage in coffee, of course, was not going to keep up with your expenses, but it was enough to grant you the illusion of independence. Plus, you enjoyed coffee. And your coworkers, as middle-class as they were, weren’t half bad.

It was the middle of the week though. You only ever worked once or twice a week & you told your boss you’d only accept weekday shifts as you needed the weekends to do as you pleased. Fortunately, you boss was willing to work with you on that, but even if he hadn’t, you simply would’ve quit. Easy as that.

The subway ride back to your apartment was relatively quick, considering it was quitting time for a majority of Metropolis residents. By the time you walked up to your condominium apartment complex, it was a little after six.

You took the elevator to the 12th floor & entered your apartment. Your living room was always a welcome sight to see. You had decorated the interior of the apartment before Ariana moved in & for that you were grateful otherwise she would likely want the apartment to have those French-country details she liked so much.

There were no plans for your night. You were going to shower, do your skin care routine, check your social media, then make some dinner before lounging out in the living room to watch a film of your choice. But as you entered your bedroom & began kicking off your shoes, you heard a clatter come from Ariana’s bedroom down the hallway.

Checking the time on your phone, you thought it was strange that she was home. Ariana was in school, a French language major, & with the end of the school year only a couple weeks away, she was often at the campus library late studying. Her being home this early was out of the ordinary.

Tossing your jacket onto your bed, you began unbuttoning your white uniform top as you trekked down the hallway to her room. Her bedroom door was closed but you could make out the muffled sounds of her French 40’s music she listened to often. Knocking on the door, you waited momentarily for her to open the door but it never came.

“Ari.” You announced, leaning closer to the door. Only more clattering.

Not waiting for a response, you opened her door & stepped in.

Her bedroom was minimal & simple. It was the smaller of the two bedrooms but still had plenty of room. You peered around her room & noted some discarded clothes near the foot of her bed & her built in wardrobe with a vanity had hair & make-up utensils in a neatly order.

“Ari.” You repeated again.

The door to her en suite bathroom opened then & your cousin stepped out.

You raised your brows in curiosity.

Ari was dressed to the nines, at least to her nines. She looked diabolically adorable. But as cute as she looked, it only piqued your interest.

“Oh, hey!” She greeted, lowering her eyes as she turned her back to you to sit on her bed, slipping into some heels that matches the color of her dress.

“Hey, yourself.” You returned, stepping further into the room, “What’s the occasion?”

“Hmm?” She glanced at you over her shoulder before laughing half-heatedly, “Oh, nothing special.”

“Coulda fooled me.” You crossed your arms over your chest. You already knew where this was going. Ari had never been a good liar. She had the tell-tale signs of a someone who couldn’t lie even with a gun to their head. The biggest giveaway was her cheerful attitude mixed with her lack of eye contact. You knew well-enough that she was preparing to feed you some bullshit.

She stood then, meeting your eyes briefly before glancing down at her outfit, “Just going to a dinner with some classmates.”

“Really.” You pressed your lips together & cocked your head.

“Yeah.” She breathed out & passed by you to return to her vanity, sitting down as she applied some lipstick to her lips.

“Are your classmates dressing up, too?”

Ariana smiled nervously but shrugged, “Maybe.”

Sighing, you sat on the foot of the bed, staring at her in the mirror. But she was battling you. You would have to drag the truth out of her.

“Who is it, Ari?” You asked, tired of beating around the bush.

“Who is what?” She frowned at you but kept the forced smile on her face.

“Ari.” You shook your head, “When have you ever been able to lie to me?”

Part of you was impressed that she was committed to the façade, but the larger part of you was more annoyed. The longer she put up a fight the worse the truth was.

“Like I said.” Ari repeated, “It’s a dinner with classmates.”

“Okay, then.” You feigned belief, “Guess you won’t mind if I tag along then. I’ve had a long day at work, it’ll be nice to get out & mingle with your classmates. They can teach me some French—”

“God, okay!” Ari exhaled, her eyes fluttering closed, “I’m not going out to dinner with classmates.”

“Ya don’t say.” You gave her a pointed look.

She finally turned in her seat to face you, her hands in her lap as she played with the lace at the hem of her dress, “It’s a date.”

“Obviously.” You deadpanned. “Who is it?”

It wasn’t that you were trying to be a helicopter parent, but Ari didn’t know any better when it came to men. She was still so naïve &, honestly, a little dumb. Sure, she had a good heart & preferred seeing the good in people but that’s what she had you for. To bring her back down from cloud nine & remind her that men, especially Metropolitan men, were only snakes in the grass.

“No one you know.” She responded.

“Even more reason for me to know.” You retorted.

“_____, please. You’re not my mom.” Ari rolled her eyes.

You scoffed at that, “Yeah, thank hell for that.”

You didn’t miss the glare she tossed you but it was quickly brushed under the carpet as you pushed on.

“Tell me who it is, Ari. I won’t ask again.”

“Oh, geez. What are you going to do? Call a P.I.?”

You only stared at her knowingly.

She sighed annoyingly, “Of course you have a P.I. on speed dial.”

“Of course.” You confirmed.

“His name is Clark.” She finally revealed as she applied some eye make-up.

“Where’d you meet him?”

Ari paused, biting her lip, “Technically, at school.”

You narrowed your eyes, “And not technically?”

She put down her make-up before facing you once more. It made you almost proud how she stared at you challengingly, “Not technically, I met him this past weekend. On the subway. After your birthday.”

You reeled at that, trying to put the pieces together. When had she met anyone that night? You were with her the whole time. But she said the subway. Who had she met on the subway…?

When it finally clicked though, you stood up from the bed, your stance firm, “No fucking way, Ari.”

“See? I knew you’d react like this, that’s why I didn’t want to tell you.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you did!” You exclaimed, “You’re going on a date with that creep? How did you even meet him on campus?”

“He’s a student.”

“Bullshit. He’s like twenty years older than you.”

“Actually,” Ari glared at you, “He’s only seven years older than me.”

You laughed loudly at that. You remembered the man from the subway well. Though he had youthful features & a timeless look, the way he carried himself reeked of a man on the brink of being considered middle-aged.

“So,” you began, sneering at your cousin, “you don’t think it’s weird or strange or creepy at all that the man who groped you on the subway over the weekend happened to run into you on your campus. Really, Ari? C’mon, you’re smarter than that.”

“I am smarter than that, thank you very much.” Ari slammed down her make-up & stood up to face you head on, “And no, I don’t think it’s weird because it was me who noticed him. Not the other way around.”

“Please. Elaborate.”

“I was sitting on a bench in the middle of campus, reading, minding my own business, & there was a tour happening for new students joining the university next year. He was the one giving the tour. He’s been a student there for four years. He graduates this summer.”

“Mhmm.” You rolled your eyes, “And so then he spotted you & asked you on a date?”

“No, _____. I approached him.” Ari shook her head exasperatedly.

“You what?”

“Yeah. I approached him.” Ari repeated, crossing her arms. “And I apologized to him for what happened on the subway. He didn’t even remember at first! But once he did he said it was okay & that he didn’t lose any sleep over it. I explained to him that you’re just overprotective of me & he said he understood.”

You scoffed at that. Of course that stranger was playing the role of an understanding & charming man. How foolish could Ari be?

“Then it was me, again, who asked him out.”

“Oh, my god…” You hung your head in disappointment.

“And technically, it’s not a date.” Ari added, “I just asked if I could make it up to him with dinner. He rejected me at first but I insisted. Said that it was the least I could do after how you tried to humiliate him in public.”

“Wow, Ari.” You shook your head, eyeing her, “You’re a saint.”

“Oh, please.” Ari waved you away, “It’s called being decent. Nothing you know about.”

Ouch, but okay.

“So, what? Now you’re getting all dolled up for a date that’s not a date with the perfect stranger?”

“After tonight he won’t be, will he?” She stared at you.

“You’re really going through with this?”

“Yes.” Ari nodded, standing her ground, “Like I said. You’re not my mom. And I’m a grown up. If I want to ask a man out, I will. So, please, save your man-hating opinions for someone who actually cares.”

You bit your lip at that, shaking your head.

“Now, if you don’t mind. I have to finish getting ready.”

Ari pursed her lips, her defiance almost commendable, but only not since it was towards you.

“Fine.” You moved towards her door, “But don’t call me crying when he tries to get in between your legs at the end of the night.”

Ari slammed her bedroom door behind you & you stomped down the hallway towards your own before slamming your own door.

Fucking Ariana. You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes to calm your nerves. She was being stupid, ridiculously stupid. Date-raped & found along the riverbank half-alive stupid.

Opening your eyes, you stared out your windows. It was a city filled with millions of people, half of whom were men who only had bad intentions. As absurd as Ari was being, & despite what you said to her, you couldn’t let her go through with it. Not alone at least.

You smirked wryly to yourself.

You didn’t have time to change out of your work uniform by the time you heard Ari leave the apartment, so you simply added some items from your closet to your outfit to disguise yourself. You wouldn’t be as ridiculous as those scenes in films where they wore wigs & dressed like a man. All you needed was to just shield yourself enough from Ari’s eyes, not that she’d be aware of her surroundings.

Once a minute passed after Ari left, you took off after her. Once on the main level of your building, you waited just inside the lobby, spotting her outside as she waited for a taxi to notice her.

How tacky. You thought bitterly. He can’t even pick her up.

But the second Ari disappeared inside the back of a cab, you ran outside & waved one down yourself, directing the driver to follow the cab Ari had just gotten into.

The ride itself was roughly 30 minutes when Ari’s cab pulled over in the center of downtown Metropolis. You paid by cash to your driver & hopped out, following a few yards behind Ari as she walked towards the riverfront.

A hiss parted your lips as you got caught at a stop light. But fortunately, you spotted in the distance as Ari disappeared inside one of the riverfront restaurants. EARTH was an intimate fine-dining restaurant with views of Metropolis South across the bay. Had you not been in investigative-sleuth mode you might have been impressed that Ari was choosing to eat at such a fine establishment, but considering who she was dining with, you only felt annoyed. The man, Clark as she told you his name was, was really trying to woo Ari’s underwear right off her. You only hoped Ari would at least be smart enough to not fall for it.

Inside the restaurant, you were deterred from the host who asked about a reservation.

“I don’t have one. It’s just me.” You told the host but he only offered an apologetic smile, “Sorry, Miss. Reservations only.”

“Godfucking—” You waved him away, “Just hold on.”

Stepping back outside, you pulled out your phone & called Nicola.

“Nic.” You greeted as soon as she answered.

“What’s up, babe?”

“I need you to get me a reservation at EARTH for ten minutes ago.”

“Whoa, okay, everything alright?”

“No but it will be as soon as you can get me a table.” You had briefly recalled seeing Ari being led out to the rear patio when you first entered the restaurant, “And make sure it’s outside. Please.”

“Alrighty. I’ll do it. But I expect a call back later explaining to me the rush.”

“Of course.” You sighed, “Thanks, Nic.”

She kissed you through the phone & you returned it.

Other than being as equally beautiful & cold-blooded as you, Nicola was also influential. Not only did her father have a hand in a majority of the luxurious buildings built throughout metropolis but her former socialite mother’s name still carried impact.

You waited another two minutes before re-entering the restaurant, sure to silence your phone. This time, the same host as before greeted you with a menu in hand, “I apologize for that mix-up, Miss. _____. Right this way.”

Following the host, he led you to the outdoor dining portion of the restaurant. Immediately, you spotted Ari, along with that man from the subway, on the far end of the patio. The host began to lead you in that direction but you snagged the sleeve of his shirt.

“Right here is fine.” You told him as you sat down at a two-person table kitty corner from where Ari & her date sat.

“Um, Miss, but this table—”

“I said this table will do. Thank you.” You seethed, taking the menu from him.

“Of course.” The host forced a customer-service winning smile despite the irritable tone in his voice.

When the host finally disappeared, you pulled the menu upwards just enough to shield your face but peer over the top of it. It was late May & almost seven in the evening. It wouldn’t be strange whatsoever that you were still wearing your shades.

You watched as Ari & Clark sat perpendicular to one another, the two of them facing the bay. Ari’s back was to you but Clark was facing you three quarters of the way. It made your skin crawl how he watched your cousin, his eyes never leaving her face as she talked animatedly with her hands. He was grinning the whole time, as well. His perfectly primed teeth on display.

A server appeared then & began asking you what you’d like to drink, eat, etc. You mindlessly ordered, only glancing at the menu once before they left. Fortunately, they left the menu so you could still hide behind it. But after a while, you knew that would be more suspicious than anything you eventually lowered it, feeling confident enough in your disguise that you’d evade either of their curiosities.

After about ten minutes, a server brought a tray of food to their table. Ari was her usual cheerful & kind self as she thanked the server. You rolled your eyes. Clark then raised his glass to Ari’s, their drinks clinking together. The sight disgusted you. Ari was really falling for his bullshit.

But as you were stewing about it, Ari suddenly stood up & began walking in your direction. You leaned forward in your seat & hung your head, shielding your face with the brim of your hat as Ari passed you by, likely in search of the bathroom. It was tempting to follow after her & drag her out of the restaurant by her hair, but you would avoid making a scene. If she insisted on being independent & learning the hard way you’d let her, but you wouldn’t stand by for long.

While Ari was gone from the table, you took that time to observe the man. Clark. He was dressed handsomely in a navy blue button up tucked into a pair of black slacks that reached above his ankles. The sleeves of his button-up were rolled up, revealing the muscular contours of his forearms. The top three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a display of dark hair. It was very similar to when you first laid eyes on him in the club. He sat leant back in his chair, admiring the views of the city & bay, totally unaware of your presence. You kept waiting for him to sneak a tablet of questionable intent into Ari’s unprotected glass of wine but it never occurred. He remained eerily still, like a statue, as he sat staring into the distance. The only thing about him that truly unnerved you though as you watched him was a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. Like he knew something you didn’t. You imagined he was already picturing what it would be like to have Ari under him. Fucking freak.

It was then that Ari reappeared & sat back at her table with Clark. He grinned at her & gestured for her to begin eating. Once they started eating, it was then that your server appeared with your meal. You mumbled a thanks & rejected an offer to try the house wine. It was rare that you turned down alcohol but you needed your 100% sober & clear mind if you were going to stalk Ari & her date all night.

Over the next ten minutes, you hardly touched your food, only taking a bite when it seemed as if either of them would look in your direction. Other than that, you only twirled a butter knife in-between your fingers as you watched Ari & Clark talk & laugh with one another. What you could give to be a table or two closer to hear their conversation, but you couldn’t risk being discovered.

Their server returned to clear their plates before offering them another menu. You knew it to be the dessert menu as it was smaller than the dinner menu.

Clark seemed to order for the both of them before the server departed. You pushed your plate of food to the side, your appetite non-existent.

“Would you like the check?” Your server asked as they came to take your plate of food.

“Sure.” You replied, not thinking.

You remained sat there for a while, watching endlessly as Clark & Ari shared a slice of what appeared to be huckleberry cheesecake. Your fingers were tapping impatiently on top of the table.

Where the hell was the server with my check? You thought internally. You needed to be out of there & out front before Ari & Clark left themselves.

When your server appeared before, but for a nearby table, you threw your arm out as discreetly as possible.

“Excuse me, I’ve been waiting for the check.”

“Oh.” The server frowned, “I’m sorry, I must’ve forgotten to tell you. But your bill was already paid for.”

The server disappeared without another word, leaving you confused.

What? But you hadn’t paid. You knew you hadn’t. However, you then realized that it was likely either Nicola who covered your bill or the restaurant itself. Accepting it for what it was without any further questions, you departed from the restaurant. Crossing the street, you lingered behind a light pole, waiting for Ari & her date to appear. You genuinely hoped this would be the end. After all, Ari told you she only offered dinner. What else could they possibly do?

Apparently, a walk along the riverbank was on their agenda.

While they walked on the sidewalk closest to the river, you walked along the elevated sidewalk parallel to them. You could see them over the railing as you trailed behind their steps. If Ari did ever sense you, she would not think to look up, only behind. It was getting darker out at this point. The time on your phone said it was nearly 8:30.

You had a few text messages from Nicola, likely waiting for your call to update her, but you would have to do that in the morning. Right then, your priority was never letting Ari out of your sight.

There was few people on the riverbank. Ari & Clark walked alongside one another as they spoke to one another. You weren’t close enough to make out their words but close enough to hear their voices. Ari was the one who spoke most of the time. Her voice was often carried lightly followed by her pathetically innocent giggles. It made you groan internally every time. If she weren’t your cousin, you’d destroy that naivete mercilessly. But she needed to grow a tough skin on her own, so you’d let her.

At some point during the walk, Clark made a bold move. He reached your cousin’s hand. Ari smiled up at him & accepted the gesture, tangling her fingers with his. It made your stomach roll.

He was so large. She looked like a child compared to him. He could overpower her easily, muffle her screams without thought. Ari had no clue how much danger she was potentially putting herself in. It was only a good thing you made the executive decision to follow her tonight. Because if that mountain of a man tried anything, you’d be right there to kick his ass. And it’d be your absolute pleasure.

But then what happened next made your heart stop.

Clark gently pulled Ari to a stop. They faced one another & you watched in horror as he cupped her face. Ari was staring up at him with stars in her eyes.

“Oh, fuck no.” You mumbled quietly.

Yanking out your phone from your pocket, you quickly dialed Ari’s number. The sidewalk lit up with the sounds of a classical French tune coming from Ari’s purse.

She frowned at that, apologizing to Clark before reaching into her purse.

You dropped to the ground to hide behind a flower bed as she picked up your phone call.

“What is it?” She asked.

“How’s it going?”

“Like you care.”

“I do, Ari.” You insisted, trying to sound calm, cool, & collected, “I can’t help but just make sure you’re okay. You didn’t even tell me where you’re going tonight.”

Ari sighed at that before she softly responded, “Well, it’s going good.”

“Good, good.” You lied, peeking over the flower bed. At this point, she had walked a few feet away from Clark as she spoke on the phone with you. “And where are you? When will you be home?”

“We’re walking along the river right now. And I don’t know, within the hour. I have class in the morning.”

“Okay,” you breathed out, “well, if you need me to send a car, I will.”

“No, thank you.” Ari laughed softly at that, “Clark will be dropping me off.”

Oh. “Oh.” You responded, “Okay. Don’t be late. If you’re not back within the hour I won’t apologize for sending out a search party.”

“Oh my gosh, okay, mom.”

“Be safe.” You added, “And don’t kiss. Not on the first date. If you really want him you’ll make him work for it.”

You didn’t actually want Clark to work for it, you just didn’t want Ari to let him in so easily.

“Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, _____.”

“Night.” Then you hung up.

You continued peeking up over the flowers. Ari was a good couple yards away from Clark, closer to you than him. But as she walked towards him your own phone began to ring. And it was ringing, not buzzing.

7 Rings by Ariana Grande began blaring from your phone & you quickly clutched your phone from your pocket, racing to silence it. Once you had, you held your breath, listening for Ari.

“Everything alright?” Clark hollered from a few feet away.

“Yeah…” Ari’s voice returned, but she sounded suspicious, “It’s nothing.”

“What is it?” You heard his footfalls approach her.

“I just thought I heard my cousin’s ringtone.”

“Your cousin? The one you told me about?”

“Yeah, she, uh. She just called me but…she’s at home.”

Clark grunted at that, a smile in his voice, “She the type to follow you?”

Fuck. You began to crouch away from their location. You had to get out of sight. As you did, you glanced at your phone furiously. You swore you had silenced it. And when you checked it, you confirmed that it was indeed in silent mode. So, how?

Ari scoffed, “Actually, yes.”

“A control-freak, isn’t she.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah.” Ari replied irritably, “She is.”

“Think she’s up there.” You imagined him gesturing to the sidewalk you were on above them.

“Only one way to find out.”

At that, you stood up & raced towards the road where traffic was. They’d have to walk back down the sidewalk to take the incline walk up to where you were hiding. You’d have to be quick if you were going to get away.

Quickly, you raised your hand & hailed a cab. It barely came to a stop when you flung the door open & dived inside, slamming the door shut behind you. Rushing out the address to your apartment, you pressured the driver to move fast.

As he pulled away from the curb, you finally raised your head up enough to look out the window. As you rode away from the river walkway, you watched Ari & Clark stood where you were once hidden, Ari glancing around as Clark watched her.

You breathed out a sigh of relief. Normally, you wouldn’t have cared if you had gotten caught, but if she knew you were following her she’d only grow to be more secretive. And that you couldn’t have.

Once the cab turned the corner, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Ari was calling. You ignored the call, not wanting to feed into your suspicions. As much as you loathed having to go back home & wait for her there, it was your safest bet to ensure her trust.

Your phone stopped buzzing then so you opened it, checking your call log. Her name was in red. That was not surprising, but what was surprising was the missed call just beneath hers. It was the missed call that had caused your phone to suddenly blare your ringtone.

And in red, the missed call was marked as ‘unkown’.

You were antsy waiting for Ari to come back to the apartment. As soon as you got inside, you quickly went to your room & took a quick two minute shower so your hair would be wet & drying by the time she got home. Then you changed into some comfy pj’s before entering the living room. You put on a random movie & muted it, listening intently for Ari’s key in the door. But as you mindlessly watched the scenes of the movie before you unfold, you finally heard a pair of footfalls sound in the hallway.

Unmuting the movie, you raised from your spot on the couch & crossed to the door, peering into the peep-hole.

Sure enough, Ari was there. Clark right beside her.

That bastard.

“Thank you for walking me to my door.” Ari smiled at Clark as he returned her grin.

“Thank you for a wonderful date.”

“I had a lot of fun.” She admitted, reaching into her purse to pull out her keys.

“Me, as well.”

You felt your nails dig into the material of the door as you watched them. But just as Ari was about to put her keys into the door, Clark placed a hand on her wrist, stopping her.

He then gently pushed her against the door, blocking the peep-hole.

No!

Uncaring about the furious look you’d get from Ari, you quickly unlatched the door & swung it open. Ari would’ve had to catch herself on the door frame if it hadn’t been for Clark securing her stance with an arm around your waist.

“_____!” Ari exclaimed as she spun around in Clark’s arm to stare wide-eyed at you.

You forced a pleasant smile on your face as you stared at the two of them, “I thought you were having trouble with the lock. My bad.”

Ari gave you a knowing glare but didn’t comment further.

“You must be Clark.” You turned your attention to the mountain man behind her.

“And you’re _____.”

“Yes, we’ve met.” You replied in a sickly sweet manner, though it was clear you were being anything but.

“I remember.” He replied, his eyes darkening as he stared at you over the top of Ari’s head.

“Thanks for getting her home, I got it from here.”

You then snatched Ari by the wrist & yanked her inside.

“_____!” Ari reprimanded but you ignored her as you pushed her further into the apartment behind you.

“Have a good night, Clark.”

Clark opened his mouth to respond but before he could you slammed the door on his face, securing the door with the lock.

“I cannot believe you just did that!” Ari stared wide-eyed at you in disbelief.

“Oh, please. If he really likes you he won’t care.”

“Uh, yes, he will.” She bit back, “Anyone would care if they were so rudely treated like that.”

“He’ll be fine.” You dismissed her concerns.

“You’re such a bitch.” Ari finally breathed out, her purse hanging loosely in her hands.

You rolled your eyes, returning to the living room to turn off the TV, “Yes, Ari, I am. Nothing new there.”

As you made to leave for your bedroom though, she stopped you with a question.

“Did you follow me tonight?”

Spinning on your heel, you gave her a ridiculous look, “Are you serious, Ari?”

“Did you?” She repeated, crossing her arms.

“No, Ari, I didn’t follow you. I got better things to do than stalk you & your date.”

You could tell she didn’t believe you. But if she attempted to challenge it you knew she would have no evidence to back it up.

“I can take care of myself.”

“Okay.” You nodded but didn’t agree.

“Do not ever interfere with my date like that again.”

You shrugged, “Okay.”

Rolling her eyes, Ari brushed shoulders with yours as she passed you by, “I’m going to bed. And I’m calling Clark to apologize again for you actions.”

“Whatever, Ari.” You waved her away as you made for your own bedroom, “Sweet dreams.”

With that, the both of you disappeared within your respective bedrooms, doors slamming shut.

In your bedroom, you approached the windows that overlooked the front of the building. You watched as Clark appeared 12 stories below, heading towards a sleek black town car. As he rounded to the driver’s side though, he paused. Then looked up.

You steeled yourself. You were much to high above him for him to truly see you but you felt it. Those eyes, watching you, seeing you. Much like they had the first night you felt them in the club, watching you from below.

Not waiting for him to get into his car. You snagged the sheer pink curtains & tugged them closed.

Pleased with yourself for preventing Ari from getting physical with the stranger, you collapsed onto your bed, a prideful smile on your face.

Clark, zero. Me, two.

If Ari insisted on seeing Clark again, you’d be sure to ruin every chance she had. If Clark really wanted your cousin, he’d have to go through you first. And you were a force to be reckoned with.

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I've talked before about how much Lois soaks up the love and safety of the Kents, but I think we also need to talk about what Clark sees and learns from his entire relationship with Lois.

Outside of his family, Clark's relationships have consistently been struggles of boundaries and safety.

There's Lex: Clark sees so much good in him, they share so much and he wants so much to be able to trust him, but Lex simply cannot stop his fixation on Clark's "secret". As a result, it's a constant battle of boundaries and lies, leaving Clark with no true sense of safety there.

There's Chloe: Now, I adore Chloe, especially as the series progresses, but at the start her young, enthusiastic journalistic curiosity often resulted in massive violations of Clark's privacy. She finds out about his abilities not because he tells her, but through yet another huge violation of privacy by another person. She does a great job of working to change and becoming a safe place for Clark to be open, but once again he has a trusted relationship with constant pushes for him to be *more* vulnerable, to share *more* of himself, and people skirting around his boundaries for their own sake. Rough stuff.

Then we have Pete: the first person Clark *willingly* shares his full background with, only to have his abilities weaponized against him over and over again. Literally, Pete pulls out green and red kryptonite and uses it on Clark ALL THE DAMN TIME. He gets mad at Clark for NOT sharing his secret earlier, and then goes on to blame him when Pete's life is made more complicated and dangerous by the knowledge. No safety there, no real ability to just relax and be himself because Clark never really knows when Pete might once again throw his secret back in his face.

And then there's Lana: I want to be clear here, *I do not hate Lana*. I actually think very highly of her, especially when she's not dating Clark. And I mean that in both directions, neither Clark nor Lana feel truly safe or at ease with each other in their relationship. I'm just going to focus on Lana for a second here as it relates to my point about Clark and love. Lana wants Clark to be fully open and honest with her. But The Secret becomes The Thing that she just can't see around. Despite how well she knows Clark, she perpetually uses The Secret to assign the worst motives to his actions, and to assume that he has done terrible things despite having no evidence that The Secret has anything to do with the character of Clark that she already knows. (Again, I recognize Clark's nonsense in this relationship too, I'm just focusing on this one side for the moment). Clark never really feels safe with her as a result, because her fixation on KNOWING his secret becomes more important than knowing or understanding him, and again, boundaries are crossed and miscommunication abounds.

Enter Lois Lane. She is a lot of things, but one thing that Lois is for Clark from very early on is *safe*.

We see her repeatedly respect people's boundaries and choices. For all of her curiosity and her drive for truth and answers, she draws a very firm line around the personal lives of others. She waits to be invited rather than demanding vulnerability from Clark. Sure, she offers lots of advice that Clark didn't ask for, but she never tries to pry him open. She takes him as he is, with the belief that people should be allowed to share what they feel safe sharing.

That is mind blowing for Clark. Outside of his family, he's never experienced love like that, platonic or otherwise. There have always been strings, always been eyes looking closer than he wanted, always been people holding his privacy over his head like a weapon. We see Clark, time and again, truly *relax* with Lois in a way he can't with just about anyone else. Lois is safe, truly, in a world where Clark is consistently surrounded with emotional danger.

I saw a post recently that related Clark's secret to someone coming out (even though that's likely not what the writers were going for intentionally). It's so true. Clark always deserved the chance to share all of himself when and how HE wanted to, and over and over again that chance was taken from him or used against him. I think that's why I personally feel so strongly about all of the people in his life being SO insistent that Clark is deceitful, overly guarded, that he HAS to share his secret OR ELSE (or else they will dig it up anyway, or else they will leave him, or else he will tell them and they will use the knowledge against him, or else, or else....)

There's no or else with Lois. She's happy to accept Clark as Clark, and he needed that so much.

As always, Lois Lane is my hero.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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Can Ma Kent be the sweet old southern woman oddduck needs? Someone who listens and lets her talk about Bruce and her frustrations with Clark and Lois but not try to solve it or pry for more info or anything? I just want oddduck to have a safe space rn lol

"Ma I'm sorry I-"

Martha waved away his concerns cheerfully and kissed his cheek, "You know we'll be fine. Pa will be perfectly happy to watch the game and I'll go see Y/N-" Her eyes narrowed when her son winced, looking a little ashamed of himself.

"Ma I don't know if-"

"Even if she's irritated at you right now she'll be thrilled to see me," she snorted.

Clark nodded slowly and stooped to kiss her cheek, "Call if you need anything-"

"We''ll be fine," she assured him, watching him go. Shaking her head and picking up her jacket and her handbag.

"Kids fighting, you think?" her husband asked.

"Not fighting," Martha said, kissing the top of his head and making sure he had a cold drink at hand. "I think, Clark has been meddling where he shouldn't-"

"With what?"

"Never you mind," she said smiling a little. What Lois had let slip and what she'd gleaned from talking to you briefly would have been enough to make the rest of his hair go grey.

"Martha-"

"Can't hear you I'm going to so watch a Lecture," she said, heading towards the University where you taught.

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Martha snuck in and hung near the back. It was a big room and the students you were teaching were in various states of paying attention. But the ones that were? They were enraptured. And Martha understood it. She'd watched you hone this for years- ever since you were a little girl.

She didn't know if it was innate or if you practiced it in the mirror. But either way, she enjoyed it.

"Alright All, remember. Mid Terms are next week. And there are 3 essay questions- You only have to do ONE. If you do all three and get them right, there's extra credit in it for you-"

She watched you dismiss your class and waited, watching you gather your papers and your laptop, making her way down the steps, "Excuse me professor?" she teased. Beaming at you when you look up.

"I thought-"

"They got called in to work," she explained, "so I thought I'd come bother you. Make you get a slice of pie and some coffee with me."

You smile and pull out your laptop again, "Just let me email my next class and let them know they get a day off."

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Martha listened for a little while. She knew there was a lot you weren't saying. About how annoyed you were with her son and his wife.

"I told them to get a dog if they want something to parent," you tell her.

"Good," she said, smiling a little. "Now about this man-"

"He doesn't even like me that way so I don't understand-"

Martha shook her head fondly. If he wasn't sweet on you, he wasn't as smart as Clark said. You're a cutie. Not a model. But there was a girl next door quality. A sweetness. A warmth. And you were smart? He'd have to be blind and stupid. And she could see, from the way you flustered a little talking about him, the way your cheeks heated that you liked him. "What's your mother say?"

You shrug, "I'm sure she'd have a lot to say if I told her anything-"

"Y/N."

"I mean why would I tell her after-"

"That wasn't your fault," Martha said softly, patting your hand. Trying not to worry about the fact that you'd only taken a couple bites of your pie and were now aimlessly picking. You were upset. This was bothering you.

"I chose-"

"You chose him because he lied to you, baby," she reminded you. "And then he left you."

You nod and Martha squeezed your hand again, hoping that Bruce knew what he was doing. He was going to have his work cut out for him if he was going to convince you of anything. And she hoped you were wrong. That he did like you enough to do the work.

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Superman x black reader! You get saved by Superman and accidentally call him by his name.

Okay this isn't how you thought you'd spend your night out all you wanted to do was just spend the day at home baking cookies and binge watching your favorite TV series but no you were forced you go out on a date and now your hanging from the roof top trying not to die! Just great the only reason why you went on a date was because Y/B/N (your Best friend name) thought it'd be nice if you went out and have fun so they set you up with some dude from their job some guy named John don't get me wrong the guy wasn't an asshole but only thing he could do was just talk about himself and how perfect he was he was a total snob the only person you can think about spending a night dinner with was Clark Kent your best friend but no he has feelings for Lois freaking Lane! I mean you can understand she's pretty you can give her that but she is a reporter and he's the freaking Man of Steel like come on dude how's that even gonna work?! Okay maybe the main reason why you don't like her is because you were secretly jealous that she had Clark's attention I mean you've known him nearly your whole entire life she's known him for like a couple of weeks and boom he's all cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs for her! Ugh It must be the red hair the redheads always get all the attention. You snap out of your thoughts as you could hear the rooftop breaking apart.

"Wow looks like this is how I die, ha and I didn't even get to finish House of the Dragon!"

With that you lost your grip and was sent flying through the sky screaming your head off you had your eyes closed waiting for your death but than you'd felt someone holding you tightly.

"It's okay, your safe now ma'am." You open your eyes too see the man of steel himself holding you in his arms with a soft smile on his handsome face, hey maybe almost dying wasn't such a bad thing after all if you get to live like this hehe.

He lands on top of an apartment building he puts you down gently checking for any bruises.

"I'm glad I was able to get to you on time don't worry about the others I took care of the robbers." I let of a sigh of relief giving him a smile.

"Oh man what a relief...Thanks Clark." You stand on your tippy toes to give him a hug but you felt him tense up hmm guess he's not a hugger............wait oh shit you said 'Thanks Clark and not 'Thanks Superman' oh shit! Did you forget to mention that Clark had absolutely no idea that you knew about his powers yeah you accidentally caught him using his powers when you were to go visit him on the farm. We both just stood in silence starring at each other he was able to say something but I cut him off.

"Uh oh wow you caught me in such a perfect timing! Thanks for everything but I'm pretty sure you're busy and I mean super busy well I'll just uh be on my way thanks for everything Clark I mean Superman I mean!" You covered your face with embarrassment you were honestly just making things worst for yourself at this point.

"Y/N?"

I peek through my hands hiding my red face only to see him smiling like a big ass teeth and all smile.

"How long have you known?"

"Since I caught you lifting up your dad's old truck behind the farm.." he looked shocked.

"You've known that long and didn't say anything?!"

"How the hell was I supposed to tell you?! 'Hey Clark I saw you lifting up your dad's truck with one arm want to go fishing later?' Not a great way to start the day Clark Kent!" You say arms crossed he just lets out a laugh walking towards you grabbing you by the waist spinning you around causing you to let out a screech of alarm hands on his shoulders.

"Clark! Put me down!" He does but was still smiling arms around your waist.

"I'm sorry, 'm just happy that you know it makes it easy for me now."

"Huh? Easy for what?"

That's when he gave you a kiss on the forehead causing you to blush he pulled away looking down at you straight in the eye.

"Easy for me to tell you that I love you Y/n." He gives you a tight hug you let out a sign hiding your face in his shoulder smiling.

You'd have to definitely thank Y/B/N after this!

Meanwhile somewhere in metropolis Y/B/N was sitting down eating popcorn watching The House of Dragon until they sneezed

"Is someone talking shit?"

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The Death of Pa Kent

Here is an excerpt from The Adventures of Superman (1942) by George Lowther. It details the first version of the death of Pa Kent, here known as Eben.

Context is that the Kents were in dire financial straits, and so Eben entered a strength contest he had no chance of winning. Despite his straining muscles, he was unable to lift the anvil enough to win. The crowd began to laugh at the old man, so Clark, in a rage, knocked out the current champion and lifted the heavy object overhead, to the astonishment of his peers.

On the way home, prize money in hand, Eben collapsed on the road. The doctor's examination indicated he wasn't going to last through the night.

------------- Clark nodded and entered the room. Eben lay propped up in bed. Against the white pillows his face was haggard and drawn with pain. He smiled wanly as Clark entered the room. He motioned the boy to a chair near the window through which a setting sun was sending its last, weak rays. "Dad—" Clark began, but the old man raised a restraining hand. "There's not much time, lad," he said, "so I do the talkin'." He leaned back against the pillows and regarded Clark with a sad smile. For some time he lay thus without saying a word. Then he began to talk. As he talked the shadows deepened in the room as the sun sank lower behind the hills. The western sky became a blazing flood of color. Then the colors began to fade, melting into each other, blending at last into a somber gray. And the old man talked on, telling the boy the story of how he had been found and adopted, of his early years, of the mystery that surrounded his life before the arrival of the miniature Space Ship on earth. "And now ye know," he said at length. "Lad, ye have within ye powers there's no explainin'. Ye're a-a modern miracle, that's what ye be. "Tis not for you nor me to question the ways of God." He raised himself against the pillows. "But these powers ye have, lad, and it rests with you whether ye'll put them to good use or to bad!" Clark said nothing. He sat looking out at the western hills, tears burning his eyes. Old Eben went on. "Let me guide ye, son, as I have these seventeen years. There's great work t' be done in this world, and you can do it. Ye must use these powers of yours to help all mankind. There are men in this world who prey on decent folk-thieves, murderers, criminals of every sort. Fight such men, son! Pit your miraculous powers against them! With you on the side of law and order, crime and oppression and injustice must perish in the end!" Clark sat and said nothing and the shadows deepened in the room. "One thing more—" Old Eben's voice came feebly out of the growing darkness. "One thing more. Men are strange. They believe the wrong things, say the wrong things, do the wrong things. 'Tisn't that they want to, but, somehow, they do. They'd not understand ye, lad. 'Tis not given me t'say how they'd act toward ye, but I know it would not be in the right way." He took a deep breath before going on. "So ye must hide your true self from them. They must never know that you're a-a super-man. Aye, ye must hide yerself from 'em—" His voice trailed off oddly. "Ye must hide yerself-from-'em— Clark leaped from the chair to the bedside, and his arms were around the old man in an instant. "Dad—_" he choked. "Listen to me, son." Clark could barely hear the words and bent his ear close to old Eben's mouth. "It strikes me now. I called ye a—a super-man, and that's what ye be. Remember that. You're Superman!" Once again, for the second time that day, Eben Kent went limp in Clark's arms. But this time was the last. No need for words now. Clark left the room. Sarah Kent was waiting outside. Their eyes met. Without a word she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Clark walked to the front door, opened it, and went out into the cool, night air. Stars were twinkling now in the blue vault of the heavens. He started across the fresh-turned fields, the smell of the earth in his nostrils, the damp air against his cheeks. He never knew how long or how far he walked. He only knew that when he finally sat down on the brow of a lonely hill, with nothing about him but the quiet moonlit land, he had decided definitely what he must do, what course his life must take.

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Just had a galaxy brain theory pop up in my head out of nowhere - my brain almost immediately shot it down as too unrealistic for this show’s writing for Jon, but if I’m right? It would make so much sense.

[The hopeful-for-Jon’s-S3-writing part of my brain: holy shit!! I’ve conNECTED THE DOTS

The cynical-I-don’t-trust-the-writers part of my brain: you didn’t connect shit, dude.

Hopeful-Brain: I’VE CONNECTED THEM HOLY SHIT THIS IS IT THIS IS—

Cynical-Brain: *heavy sigh.*]

Anyway: the theory.

Heads up! This post is going to make mention on some things said about what to expect from S3/what S3’s about. This was all vaguely spoilery stuff, but consider whether you want to read this post if you don’t want spoilers, vague or guessed.

Why is Jon Kent so happy now?

Before the premiere, a reviewer on Twitter spoke about the first few episodes - and gave a warning to the fans that this season would be dealing with some very triggering content in a storyline they were tackling.

Given the show has done heavy storylines before without getting the same treatment (as far as I’m aware, and going by everyone else’s reactions to the TW as well), people were asking what it could possibly be about - we’ve covered murder, drugs, miscarrying, parental neglect (the Lanes, the Bizzaros, and as-of-yet unaddressed, the Kents), etc.

So what could it be? The fact that a cancer storyline was going to happen with a WOC was already old news, to those keeping up, and the reviewer made no mention of that.

Here’s the thing I’d missed —

Some people who’ve been heavily depressed for a long time have a sudden 180 in mood - and unlike for those like me, it isn’t a hypo- or manic ep. It’s because they’re suicidal.

Of course, you may be thinking, “wait, no - Jon was working so hard for his license! It doesn’t make sense he’d be about to try to kill himself when he wanted it so badly!”

Except, remember what he told Jordan?

“This is my freedom.”

His parents would never let him drive his car without a license. His father would know he was immediately, because while he may not be eavesdropping on the boys anymore, he will still hear a Dodge Ram start up at their house, without trying. So Jon needs to get his license if he wants to drive off to do…it.

After all - it’s not like Jonathan Kent would try anything like this at the Farm or in town.

And I don’t think I need to point out to his fans why he would be suicidal, or the fact that, actually, there’s been a lot building up to this, when you look back. Not just Sarah commenting on Jon’s behavior mirroring her own before her suicide attempt last season, but the repeated, intentional writing choices that showed how utterly depressed Jon is.

I’m not saying the writers always had this in mind - but it could have come to them. The ground has been being laid, if you notice it.

So what’s the triggering storyline that was so shocking, so heavy, it needed a TW? On a show with everything we’ve already seen?

Maybe…it’s a child trying to kill himself.

Clark Kent is many things, and in relation to his son Jon, he’s constantly missed all the signs on how Jon’s been suffering. Missed Jon hating Smallville. Jon’s spiraling mental health. Jon’s feelings of being unsafe. Jon’s hopelessness and lack of seeing a future…

But even Clark Kent would understand this.

And when things are finally fully clear, Jon will be able to begin healing, to have hope.

It’s like they say - it’s always darkest before the light comes in to shine on you again.

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watsondcsj · 2 years

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And Now for the latest in my long line of Jon Kent Theories: The Composite Theory

The Jon Kent that returned from his trip to space as a teen in 2018 is a fusion of Jonathan Samuel Kent, Scott Lobdell's Superboy, and Pre-Flashpoint Lor-Zod a.k.a. Christopher Kent.

I wrote an essay explaining in excruciating detail how incorrect the current interpretation of Jon Kent's memories are and why this may be. In it, I also explain why there is such a strong narrative focus on Jay instead of the title character. To sum up, Jay and Henry Bendix play out the behind-the-scenes drama at DC Comics related to Jon Kent, Brian Bendis's library of work at the company, and Dan DiDio's 5G relaunch that never happened. The context of this essay is important even if the final part of the essay is now almost wholly inaccurate.

It also describes how many of Jon's memories and experiences align well with scenes in the New 52 Superboy comic and a fixation on a coded message in the Superman & Robin Special from earlier in the year. What has alluded me until now in this post-SoKE #17 world is what exactly that message was saying. After going back and forth a few times, the aging alien in that book is a metaphor for Jon. The reason it reproduces asexually is that Jon is about to split like an amoeba. It's about to be revealed that Jon is a fusion like Superman and Batman were able to do in World's Finest, but instead of being only two people, he's three.

The first and most obvious is the Jon of Rebirth that fans have been frothing at the mouth to have returned. The second that I've laid out is Scott Lobdell's Superboy. Chris fits in easily. First, in my essay I lay out how Jay and The Aerie have similar backstories and I posit that this is Tom Taylor commenting on Jon's rapid aging to be too similar to Chris' stories. Second, in PKJ's original outing with Clark and Jon in the final issues of the 2018 Superman book, Jon develops "Hyper-violet vision" by focusing his heat vision between ultraviolet and x-ray radiation. Chris also has shown off the ability to see past the visible spectrum. Although this was more of a utility power than offensive, it's not a big stretch to say that it was this understanding of electromagnetic waves that would allow Jon's heat vision a kind of nuance that his father did not have. This would also explain why Jon is being said over and over again to be the most powerful Kryptonian on the planet recently.

I've come to like this theory more than any others I've made because this one also gives the writers more freedom than if they were to be flung back to the exact events of Superboy #32-34 (2011) and were instead only referencing them with Jon's Superman Blue. Can't wait for Adventures of Superman next year!

#Superman #superman soke #superman son of kal el #jon kent #jonathan samuel kent #jonathan lane kent #christopher kent #super sons #jay nakamura #adventures of superman jon kent #dc comics #world's finest

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Lex Luthor (Smallville)- Chapter 2

“He didn’t recognize me. To him I was a complete stranger.”

After the incident, the doctor had sedated Lex. You could do very little but stare at him through the glass.

“Your sudden appearance must have been too much for him. We didn’t want him acting out and hurting himself. So he’ll be asleep for a while. I’d advise that you give him a few days before you talk to him again. He needs to ease in. Forcing him to remember whatever trauma he’s experienced could be detrimental to his health. “ Martha and Jonathan nodded.

“We understand, thank you.” The doctor shook his hand as he walked away.

“He’s forgotten everything. “ You mumble. You still couldn’t believe it.

Jonathan placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Maybe it’s for the best. Given what he knows about you, it could be dangerous sweetheart.” You turned to him in disbelief.

“Are you really saying this right now? Lex could have died and you’re worried about my secret. He’s my friend!” Martha tried to ease the tension.

“We know, that’s not what your father was saying. “ You scoff.

“You just hope he never remembers right. That’s it. Dad, for someone so bent on doing the right thing, you sure make poor decisions.” You were storming off before he could reply, and Martha just rubbed his arm.

“She’ll cool down. Don’t worry.”

He knew he was doing what was right. He couldn’t take the chance of Lex Luthor finding out about his daughter. So this was the decision. Even if you hated him for it.

That didn’t mean it was going to be easy.

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“I need to know what happened.”

The second he’d gotten home, he rummaged through every bit of information he could. As discreetly as possible of course. Lionel was starting to sniff around, and that’s the last thing he needed.

When he opened his laptop, he typed in his password.

It opened the second he clicked enter.

“At least that works.”

That was one thing he could count on. He sat down, and his eyes caught the wallpaper. A picture of you and him. Smiling so happily.

“Why the hell can’t I remember this!”

He was in the picture for goodness sake. This was all starting to feel like a bad dream. But maybe that was the solution. You were the first person he saw after the accident that didn’t belong, so it’s possible that is where he needs to start. You claimed to be Kent, and Lex hadn’t seen or heard from Clark since he landed. The only connection he had was you. This was the angle he needed to work. Sliding his phone into his pocket, he took off to the Kent farm.

“I need answers.”

He needed them now.

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Lex knew that Jonathan Kent was not his biggest admirer. That’s why when he got there, he wasn’t even surprised at the accusing look the older male sent him. Martha however could not be happier.

“I’m sorry that (Y/N) isn’t here yet. She should be getting out of school soon.”

“It’s not a problem. I don’t mind waiting.”

He literally had no other leads. So waiting ten minutes was his best bet.

“The doctors said that being in a familiar setting would help. I hope I’m not intruding, Mrs. Kent.”

Martha shook her head. “Of course not. You’re welcomed here anytime. “

He studied everything around him.

Nothing in the house seemed out of place. Marthan Kent was still the warm loving mother. Jonathan is still the protective father. He hadn’t taken his eyes off him the moment he stepped into the house. The only changes that were apparent to him was the clear change of some of the genders of the people he knows. He was anything if not efficient. He’d looked into Mr. Sullivan and Mr. Lang.

Calvin Sullivan and Leo Lang.

He briefly contemplated that he was high right now. But that was unlikely. He’d never smoked weed that good. No matter how rich he is.

The most glaring change was you. (Y/N) Kent.

He didn’t understand why no one thought this was all strange. But it came to his attention that he was the only one who even noticed a change. So his supposed car accident was the only connection to this warped reality. He needed to investigate that angle, but his father wasn’t exactly being subtle about his snooping into his life. He kept casually probing him for information. Maybe he’d hoped that his memory was so bad that he could exploit him. He expected nothing less from Lionel Luthor.

“How much do you remember?”

Jonathan wasn’t very discrete either. But he admired this man. He was protecting his so-daughter. His family.

Despite Jonathan’s blatant hostility over the years, Lex always looked up to him. This man would go above and beyond to protect what’s important to him. Not a company name or reputation. He fought for family. Not greed. A characteristic he’d always envied.

The front door opened, and when you stepped into the room, Lex could feel the tension. Your eyes connected, and there was relief. Doubled with sadness.

Guilt.

“(Y/N), sweetheart help me in the kitchen. Lex has decided to stop by. “ Martha spoke, dusting her hands on her apron. With your backpack on your shoulder, you placed it on the chair.

“I was just asking Lex how his memory was coming along.”

Jonathan imputed. Lex took notice of the way your jaw tightened. When you stopped, it was right next to Lex.

“You were just asking him about how much he remembers about me, isn’t that right dad.” Jonathan stiffened, and Martha halted her actions in the kitchen.

“(Y/N).”

Jonathan’s tone was one of warning. Lex took a step back.

“Mr. and Mrs. Kent, I’m sorry if I caused any issues. I’ll just leave.”

He knew when he was unwanted. The last thing he wanted to do was aggravate the only people that probably truly cared for him. The number of people he actually trusted was limited. So tempting faith was not ideal. Especially since he knew very little that was going on.

Just as he turned to walk away, you grabbed his arm. Lex wasn’t sure what happened after that. He just heard the yell of Jonathan calling your name and the rush of wind. His body felt like it was flying. The next time his feet landed on the ground, he stumbled away. Now in an open field. You were standing upright. Wearing that signature red and blue, with a pair of jeans. Your eyes were resolute.

“I’m an alien from another planet. My real name is Kal-El. My home isn't in Kansas. It’s Krypton.”

If he were ready for anything, it wasn’t this.

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Another seven fantastic Treats have been released for Day Seven! Head to the Collection to check them out, and view the Release Schedule to see what’s in store!

We also have a handy Commenting Guide to help show our Creators some love. And now, here’s today’s works:

'cause i will wait, i will wait for you by Anonymous for CherShare

“We’re gonna bring you home, Walls,” Constantine tells him. “You just gotta wait a little longer.” That he can do. He’ll sit tight and wait this one out a few moments longer if it means he’ll finally be able to go home. He’s lasted this long — he can wait. “Alright.” Wally West is frozen in time. There's no way to track how many days have passed. Or has it been months? Years? One thing's for certain - John Constantine has a plan to bring him home. And for Constantine? Well, Wally can wait a little longer. General Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply John Constantine/Wally West

be the world in his hands by Anonymous for LizzieMack

Maybe Clark actually wanted to take care of him. Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply Clark Kent & Kon-El | Conner Kent

Green for Poison, Green for Hope by Anonymous for meaninglessblah

The first time it happened, Jason was too pleased by the outcome to question it. Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply Talia al Ghul/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson

I will make sure to keep my distance (Say I love you when you're not listening) by Anonymous for Pyrocore

“I understand your hesitation. It’s a fearful thing, a child.” Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply Talia al Ghul & Selina Kyle

Put Him On His Knees (Give Him Something To Believe In) by Anonymous for Ladtheove

Talia plants herself in an easy stance, long fingers trickling through his hair to cup the back of his skull. It’s not the grip that keeps him in place though; the knife that comes to rest against his face, blade hitched into the soft flesh of his cheek, is all the incentive he needs to stay put. Still, she says, the velvet of her tone caressing each syllable, “Stay there, lover. Exactly where I want you.” Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply Talia al Ghul/Jason Todd/Sandra Woosan

Interim Chief by Anonymous for Nightwang

When Dick steps in for Bruce at Wayne Enterprises, Lex Luthor has a little bit of fun. Explicit | Rape/Non-Con Dick Grayson/Lex Luthor

Even dragons have their endings by Anonymous for scandalsavage

The demon has a place for you. By his side. On your knees. This pain you feel will soon fade. And in its place you will have purpose. Ra’s gets his hands on Duke. His purpose is yet to be determined. Explicit | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con Ra’s al Ghul/Duke Thomas

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I posted 903 times in 2022

That's 903 more posts than 2021!

29 posts created (3%)

874 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 55 of my posts in 2022

#adrian chase - 17 posts

#vigilante - 17 posts

#peacemaker - 16 posts

#fanfiction - 15 posts

#adrian chase x reader - 15 posts

#vigilante x reader - 14 posts

#moon knight - 10 posts

#fanfic - 10 posts

#adrian chase x oc - 8 posts

#vigilante x oc - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 113 characters

#people i've clocked him looking similar to: andy samberg. josh hutcherson??? an ex. australian doctor from house.

My Top Posts in 2022:

Writing DID and Researching Moon Knight

Hey lads, gamers, gaymers, Ladies and gentlemen, been a while. Sooooo remember when I said I was thinking of writing Moon Knight stuff, well yes that’s gonna happen however it’s gonna take a lot more time because as you see in my the moon knight knight tags, a lot of stuff is happening.

Now, my knowledge of DID comes from online, I never met someone who was part of a system (or told me they were part of one) but most of my knowledge of DID is from the internet however sometimes that’s not a credible source, so if there’s any websites that are good for research, let me know. I really don’t want to get things wrong so once my first Moon knight story goes live, please let me know if I did something wrong so I can take it down and rewrite.

Secondly, researching Marc, Steven and Jake somehow became a difficult task, the Marvel Wiki being my only source because majority of stuff that comes up are articles talking about the show and wondering if they got DID right while also using the words ‘personality’ and ‘alter ego’ to describe Marc, Steven and Jake. Writers, Moon Knight is Marc’s Alter Ego, Clark Kent is Superman’s alter ego. But yeah researching this character is gonna be difficult.

So If you wanted to know where I was, I was feeling anxious because I’m scared of making people angry, please let me know what I got wrong in these stories and I just want to understand more of something that I barley know anything about

Thank you for being patient, if there’s any Moon Knight fanfics you want me to write, my dms are always open.

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Emerald Eyes (Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

‘First’ post because I think tumblr hates me. I want to once again thank @redpool-fics for recommending this story and showing me around this great community. If you want to request a headcannon/story idea, you can send me a message, don’t be shy. read my other stuff here.

Gender Neutral Reader (They/Them)

Emerald Eyes - The Orion Experience

It was a slow night in Fennels, except it usually is slow when the day is about to end, and Adrian was itching for his time to clock out because someone was waiting for him. For about two weeks, the same person showed up at Fennels, at the same spot, looking out at the parking lot. They were always reading something, and they didn't order much, just water or soda.

Adrian first talked to them when he was leaving, he wanted to ask about why they kept coming back to the same spot and weirdly almost at the same time. Their response? “That depends, would you like me to say I like looking at you?”

“I would say you would be lying.” Adrian talked back. They smiled and laughed at his remark, he was surprised how quick-witted they were. Soon, they sat across from each other and talked for minutes until they were forced to leave, but then they kept talking outside at the parking lot. It’s not like they didn’t talk about anything important, they went from asking about ‘why they show up every day to ‘why is so hard to find someone when you’re bisexual?’

There were nights when Adrian wasn’t working because he was busy being Vigilante, and soon, he joined the special ops team with John, Murn, Harcourt, Leota, and his new ‘best friend’ Peacemaker. He became busier because even though He’s out killing and out hanging out with his best bud, he’s still working as a busboy. Got to pay those bills somehow.

~~~~~~~~~~~

One night, the group decided to regroup and go to Fennels…thankfully when Adrian wasn’t working, and that bookworm was still there, at the same spot. Murn was trying to give information about a new upcoming mission, but Adrian got distracted by the Bookworm, who was looking at the group. “Vigilante, are you listening?” Murn spoke with a commanding tone, but quiet enough so that other people couldn’t hear.

Everyone looked over in their direction, when all eyes were on them, they got flustered and turned back to their book. “Who is that?” Harcourt asked.

“Just someone who’s been here - always wanted to talk to me,” Adrian said with no pause. There was some snickering in the group, mainly from Chris and John. “What?” Adrian asked, dumbfounded.

“You have a little crush, have you thought about asking them out?” Leota suggested. Murn was boiling with how distracted the whole group is now, everyone talking like he’s having a high school crush.

“I’ve been thinking about it, but I’ve been so busy,” Adrian explained, a little bit of sorrow in his voice, he liked them, but him working at Fennels and being Vigilante kept them away from spending time with each other.

“Good, because we have more important things to talk about.” Murn has almost had it with this shit. However, encouragement from the group to ask them out.

“Go get some tail man, they’re perfect for you.” Chris spoke up, making Adrian embarrassed. Without any roadblocks (minus Murn), Adrian walked over to them.

“You have an interesting group of friends,” They said bluntly, silently laughing as Adrian sat across from them, “especially the dude with the weird helmet, ‘get some tail man’.” They both laughed awkwardly.

“Yeah, but he’s my best friend so I know he’s encouraging me in a good way,” Adrian explained, looking back at the group: Chris was giving a helpful thumbs-up and dopey smile, while Leota was smiling, trying to silently tell him to keep going. “I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while but I’ve been so busy with work and-”

“I know what you’re gonna say, can I ask you it,” they responded quickly, they’ve both been thinking about this for a while. “Adrian, will you go on a date with me? It’s up to you though, what you want to do on said date, because of how busy you are.”

Adrian was smiling wide, covering his face from embarrassment, but they decided to pull his hands away and hold them. “We can go like…,” he pauses, looking over at the group. Murn was groaning, holding his head, but Leota and Chris started miming a bunch of numbers, “I’m free tomorrow night, we can go out, maybe dinner?” He suggested.

“I like the sound of that,” they smile, they look down at their digital watch, and start packing their bag, getting out of the seat, but not until they ripped a piece of paper writing down their number, giving it to Adrian, “Call me and let me know if plans changed, got to go home and feed a pissy cat. See you tomorrow night.” They wink, kissing Adrian on the cheek before leaving Fennels.

He was befuddled, walking back to the group: John laughing his ass off, Chris giving him a big slap on the back with a ‘good job dude’, and Leota giving a caring smile. Harcourt and Murn were so done: Harcourt leaving, saying that she was already aware of what was going to happen next mission, and Murn banging his head on the table.

It was a good night overall, Adrian now having butterflies for how his first date is gonna be, seeing their cute face, holding them close, pinning them down-. He was immediately snapped out of his fantasy while Murn was trying to get everyone back in order and discuss. But Adrian was still thinking of them, those eyes, that smile, laugh, and kiss.

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Weak (Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader)

I don’t really know what else to say and I don’t remember what I put in my original post. So please keep in mind that there will be some slight angst in this story so keep that in mind. Please enjoy. If you want to request a headcannon/story idea, you can send me a message, don’t be shy. Reader my other stuff here.

Female Reader (She/Her)

Weak - AJR

She was a statue, not because she was beautiful, but because she was stone cold. Chris told me not to let her small stature trick me, she was a warden at Belle Reve with the mouth of a sailor and the force of a rock to the head

When I first met her though, she greeted the group with the look of a hawk but soon warmed up when she was fully introduced. And soon, we started hanging out casually when I was working or being Vigilante. In private, she was just as much of a dork as me, it was refreshing, but I was sure not to push certain buttons or my ass would be on the ground.

One night, she and I were on the couch in her house, watching a show we were way too invested in. Besides the show, there wasn’t a single peep in the house or outside, maybe a firefly or two. Until…

BANG BANG BANG

There was a loud banging from the front, oh shit, it might be police. She motioned me to go inside her room and shut it. I close the door and lock it, as I put my ear to it.

“What can I do for you, officer?” She responded politely to them.

“We came to check on you if you saw the ‘Vigilante’ around your neighborhood. There have been some sightings of them in this area.” The officer, maybe female, explained.

There was a long pause. “I don’t think so. I don’t get out of my house so I probably wouldn’t have seen him.” She tried to calmly explain to the police.

“You didn’t hear any noises last night, around 7-9 pm?” They continued to talk. Oh Shit, I remember that night, I was sneaking around.

After maybe twenty minutes, the police officers decided to leave, telling her to stay safe and have a goodnight. Once the door closed, there was a few seconds of silence…and then the soft sound of whimpering. I slowly opened the door to see her leaning on the front door, covering her face, her knees bunched up. This was maybe the first time I ever saw her cry. She had moments of happiness, embarrassment, anger…so much anger, but something like this is just…wow.

I walk slowly to her, holding her close and she starts bawling at him, ‘empathy will get you killed’, I was told to be stone cold, no emotion but hate. Crying became an afterthought when a prisoner died right before me. I was not allowed to feel any sympathy,” I knew her history with Waller was swept under the rug, John and Harcourt were probably the only ones who knew anything about it."

"breaking every second, I feel... broken" doesn't make a ton of sense, maybe "bottling it up every second" or "pushing my feelings down every day

There was another long pause, of us holding each other, soaking in the quiet. I finally spoke up. “Sometimes though, it’s good to cry it out, you know that whole thing about how men shouldn’t be allowed to cry, well if I’m not with the group, or I’m not Vigilante, I’m…at home, crying until I fall asleep. I don’t think I have a reason to cry, it just…comes out.” I explained.

We finally made eye contact, her eyes were glowing from the tears, we shared a kiss, it was intimate but reassuring. For the rest of the night, we just lay on the front door, embracing each other, until she started to fall asleep.

When I carried her to bed, I looked down and her sleeping form, she finally looked like she was at peace. And soon I was right next to her, and we slept for the rest of the night.

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Think I’m in Love (Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader)

Well it’s been a while. So keep this in mind while reading this, this is for an OC, Kaitlynn Turner, so the punk aesthetic the reader has is based on that. If any of you are interested in reading more about her, let me know. Also this is inspired by Pitch Perfect, where Freddie Stroma’s character, Luke, owns a record store, those two scenes of him I cherish with my life. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. If you want to read any of my other stuff, you can read them here. If you would like to request a story, don’t be shy and hit me in my dms.

Female Reader (She/Her)

Think I’m in Love - Beck

“Why are we going to a record store?” Adrian asked Chris with confusion. After a day of radio silence from Murn, Adrian and Chris decided to have a day together to ‘bond’, by going to a record store that Chris went to with his brother, called ‘Brady’s Tacky Records’. However, when they saw the store for the first time in maybe thirty years, it was under new management.

The ‘Brady’s’ of ‘Brady’s Tacky Records’ was removed and was just called ‘Tacky Records’. It was cleaner and more…purple? As Chris and Adrian walked in, they saw a young woman, probably around Adrian’s age, her fast was covered by a pretty hefty book with the title ‘Uzumaki’. “Hey what happened to Brady?” Chris asked, walking closer to the desk.

“Well, Brady left town, I moved into town about a week ago, I bought his shop, some records were still here and I was threatened to leave town,” She lowered her book to face the boys. She had a very punk aesthetic with her: Piercing on the nose, ear, and eyebrow, the side-shave/mullet, “so yeah, I’m doing good. Anything specific you guys are looking for?”

Chris was still a little confused, but Adrian was already looking through the stacks. “Got any hair metal?” He asked, trying to act casual, trying to get used to change.

“I know have Guns n’ Roses and Mötley Crüe. I may have some others because this lady and I assume her husband or boyfriend came in. You should probably check, I don’t remember, they were yelling at each other and I just told them to leave.”

“Oh yeah, Evan and Amber, you know one time, my friend and I-” Chris was then cut off by Adrain.

“No way! You have Paramore?” Adrian said with excitement, holding the album ‘Riot!’. The owner, instead of going around the counter like a normal person, she closes her book and jumps over it, a quick sprint and she was right next to him.

“Yeah, I’ve been getting some more ‘newer’ albums, I’m close to the 2010s right now, I have albums that go all the way to the early 80s. Are you interested in buying ‘Riot!’?” She asked him, definitely trying to sell it to him.

“Oh, no, sorry, I don’t own a record player…at least one that works,” Adrian started acting more awkwardly as she started leaning closer to him, “it’s just cool that you have all these songs,” he turns to see Chris cruising through the ‘Metal’ section. He then whispered into the owner’s ear, “do you maybe have any Aqua?”

She smiled and pointed to the ‘Pop’ section, which was near what looked like a radio station. As Adrian was cruising through the albums and cassettes, his eyes moved up to see through the window into the station, there were so many big computers and DJ sliders. One of those machines didn’t look like something music-related, looked like a police scanner.

The owner put her hand on his shoulder, making him jump. “Found it yet?” She said she had a bit of a condescending tone. Before Adrian could ask why she has a police scanner in the room, Chris interrupted them.

“All right fuck buddies, I got my stuff.” He said without a care. The owner takes him to the counter as Adrian follows. While she was counting the money, he could see that she was writing something down.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to listen to hair metal, I hope you enjoy them, sir,” she pushes the records to Chris, but before leaving, she slides a piece of paper to Adrian, to the point of having her hand in his, “and I hope you come back so we can talk alternative and 90s pop.” She winks, letting go of his hand and waving goodbye.

They left the store, Chris feeling satisfied, while Adrian looked down at the piece of paper that she gave him. It was a phone number. Chris snuck a peek and was laughing. “Are you fucking serious!? I didn’t know who had the looks to kill.” He almost choked Adrian with his side hug.

“She just wants to talk music-” Adrian explained innocently, however, Chris had a didn’t idea.

“Nah dude, a chick gives you her phone number, that’s an entry ticket to her PUSSY!” He yells ‘pussy’, embarrassing Adrian, jabbing in on the side.

He turns around and sees the record store again. He could see her at the entrance, still waving at them, and Adrian waved back.

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My #1 post of 2022

5 days til my birthday. Have a small Mandalorian x Reader I’m writing on my phone so it can be uploaded tonight! (If there’s any scenarios that you want to see Kaitlynn and Adrian in, or want to request a reader insert one shot story, fly into my inbox, don’t be shy)

True Romantic (Din Djarin/Mandalorian x Reader)

Gender Neutral Reader (You/Yours)

Poplar St. - Glass Animals

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There were night where you couldn’t sleep, you would be snuggled up next to Din while on a planet, but maybe from how different suns and moons set on different planets, the less sleep you get. And Din knew this.

One night you two were in Canto Bight, a party planet to put bluntly, so sleep was a no go for all the yelling cheering coming from out the window. So instead of sleeping, you stared out the window looking out at one of the casinos.

“Lovely,” Din’s soft voice called out from the bed, unmasked, “it’s so late, please come back to bed.” He demanded politely.

“This planet never sleeps,” you retorted, “why should I?” You slumped more on the window. Din sighed and got out of the bed, walk towards you, only wearing some loose pants that he had.

“Trouble sleep,” Din stated, you nodded slowly, staring at the flashing lights outside. Din sighed, leaning close to you “so you wanna talk instead?” He suggested.

“That sounds nice,” you leaned into him, he let out a soft sigh, as he pick you up to put you on the bed, “I don’t know what to talk about though.” You admitted.

“Well, I have a story while we were walking around Canto Bight.” Din held you close as he recounted his tale to you, it was about when he was at the bar, a lady came up to him asking if he was with anyone, and he was. However the lady didn’t agree with him until he pointed at you, dancing your heart out on the dance floor, you looked so goofy according to him, which made you embarrassed. “She left me alone after that but I will say, even if you did you looked goofy dancing,” he chuckled softly, he leaned in close to your ear, “I’m so happy to be with you.” He whispered.

His hot breath on your ear made you shiver, you sighed in his arms as the story gave you some form of relief, a reminder that The Mandalorian, a cold-blooded man on the outside, but under that armor, was someone so sweet so shy, yet so understanding, and someone who truly loved you.

93 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

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