You are as much a child of Earth as you are of Krypton. You can embody the best of both worlds. independent, private, & selective Clark Kent. mainly dceu, but with comics verses and influences. please read rules before interacting! written by Lynna. this is a low activity blog. est. may 2016. rebooted june 2017. rebooted again march 2021.
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pre-established relationship meme. | @skyjci
FRIENDS. childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance / pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other .
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .
FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .
ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .
#don't mind me answering this like several months late whoops#skyjci#what is friendship of need? I do not know#also man i'm sorry but they just don't vibe romantic to me
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓. 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔.
indie & selective 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 from the CW’s 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 written by steph
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repost and bold everything your muse has done !
broken a bone | gotten stitches | had a serious illness | had a near-death experience | killed someone | tried and failed to kill someone | invented something | been hungover | kissed someone | slow-danced | been in a long-term relationship | had sex | had sex and regretted it | had a one-night stand | had a threesome | experimented with their sexuality | had a kid | gotten married | gotten a divorce | self-harmed | traveled to another country | been in a play | received an inheritance | been in a car wreck | lost a loved one | been dumped | dumped someone | smoked | gotten high | been slipped something in their food/drink | won a contest | won an election | joined a sports team | gone skydiving | gone hunting | been in a band | had a job | been fired | been in a wedding party | owned a pet | seen a ghost | skipped class / work | learned an instrument | gotten a noticeable scar | sued someone | been robbed | been mugged | been kidnapped | been sexually assaulted | been brainwashed / hypnotized | gone more than one day without eating | had a recurring nightmare | been bullied | bullied someone | seen someone die | attempted suicide | been tied / chained up | shot someone | stabbed someone | saved someone’s life | cheated on someone | been cheated on | had a stalker | been betrayed | been in a fight | been arrested | been to a funeral | had surgery | broken someone’s trust | gotten a piercing | gotten a tattoo | used a fake name | been tortured | been abused | been blackmailed | had an attempt on their life | gotten away with a crime | gone on a road trip | been in love
tagged by: @danviers (thank you, friend!)
tagging: @reportcrlady, @inze, @schottofwinn, @heartlosttravelers, @pcachlovc, @moretreasurewithin, @walkingshcdow and whoever would like to!
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Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice (2016), dir. Zack Snyder
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(meme call? like this and I’ll send you something out of your meme tag.
also, feel free to send a meme this way!)
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andhungry:
the last five years lyrics sentence starters.
❝ i’m still hurting. ❞
❝ ____ is probably feeling just fine. ❞
❝ what about lies? what about things that you swore to be true? ❞
❝ run away, like it’s simple, like it’s right. ❞
❝ maybe i’d see how you could be so certain that we had no chance at all. ❞
❝ i’m breaking my mother’s heart. the longer i stand looking at you the more i hear it splinter and crack from ninety miles away. ❞
❝ i’ve been waiting for someone like you. ❞
❝ the minute i first met you i could barely catch my breath. ❞
❝ well yeah, nobody’s perfect! it’s tragic but it’s true. ❞
❝ you are the story i should write. ❞
❝ i think that i could be in love with someone like you. ❞
❝ i guess i can’t believe you really came. ❞
❝ see, i’m smiling. that means i’m happy that you’re here. ❞
❝ i mean we’ll have to try a little harder, to make this love as special as it was five years ago. ❞
❝ and you’re mine. ❞
❝ with all we’ve had to go through we’ll end up twice as strong. ❞
❝ you know what makes me crazy? i’m sorry, can i say this? you know what makes me nuts? ❞
❝ you could be here with me or be there with them — as usual, guess which you pick! ❞
❝ and i know in your soul it must drive you crazy that you won’t get to play with your little girlfriends! ❞
❝ i swear to god i’ll never understand how you can stand there straight and tall and see i’m crying and not do anything at all. ❞
❝ i’ve got a singular impression things are moving too fast. ❞
❝ maybe i can’t follow through — but oh, what else am i supposed to do? ❞
❝ i’m a part of that. ❞
❝ and it’s true i tend to follow in his stride. instead of side by side, i take his cue. ❞
❝ i said i’d stick it out and follow through. ❞
❝ and then he smiles, and nothing else makes sense. ❞
❝ first, a story. ❞
❝ then the clock upon the wall began to glow… ❞
❝ i’ve got to make due with the time i’ve got. ❞
❝ don’t you think now’s a good time to be the ambitious freak you are? ❞
❝ have i mentioned today how lucky i am to be in love with you? ❞
❝ he wants me, he wants me, but he ain’t gonna get me! ❞
❝ i’ve found my guiding light, i tell the stars each night. ❞
❝ son of a bitch, i guess i’m doing something right! ❞
❝ so hurry up schmuck, get unstuck and get on the scene! ❞
❝ have you been inside the museum? we should go meet the dinosaurs. ❞
❝ will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes? ❞
❝ there are so many lives i want to share with you. i will never be complete until i do. ❞
❝ i don’t know how anybody survives in this life without someone like you. ❞
❝ i want to die knowing i had a long, full life in your arms. ❞
❝ will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes? ❞
❝ i do. ❞
❝ you can not touch them. in fact, you can’t even look at them! ❞
❝ but it’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine — i mean, i’m happy! ❞
❝ it’s not a problem, just a challenge. it’s a challenge! to resist temptation. ❞
❝ when you come home to me i’ll wear a sweeter smile and hope that for a while you’ll stay. ❞
❝ i am a good person. i’m an attractive person. i am a talented person. ❞
❝ jesus christ, i suck, i suck, i suck! ❞
❝ i will not be the girl who gets asked how it feels to be trotting along at the genius’ heels! ❞
❝ can we please, for a minute, stop blaming and say what you feel? ❞
❝ if i didn’t believe in you, we’d never have gotten this far. ❞
❝ if i didn’t believe in you, we wouldn’t be having this fight. ❞
❝ don’t we get to be happy? ❞
❝ no one can give you courage. no one can thicken your skin. ❞
❝ if i didn’t believe in you, i couldn’t have stood before all of our friends and said ‘this is the life i choose. this is the thing i can’t bear to lose.’ ❞
❝ this is the life i choose. this is the thing i can’t bear to lose. ❞
❝ if i didn’t believe in you, i wouldn’t have loved you at all. ❞
❝ i thought, i can do better than that. ❞
❝ you don’t have to change a thing, just stay with me. ❞
❝ i want you, you, and nothing but you. miles and piles of you. ❞
❝ say you’ll move in with me. ❞
❝ nobody needs to know. ❞
❝ hold on, don’t cry yet. ❞
❝ since i need to be in love with someone, maybe i could be in love with someone like you. ❞
❝ don’t kiss me goodbye again. ❞
❝ you want the last word, you want me to laugh, but leave it for now. ❞
❝ goodbye until tomorrow. goodbye until the next time you call. ❞
❝ i have been waiting for you. ❞
❝ it’s not about another shrink. it’s not about another compromise. ❞
❝ i’m not the only one who’s hurting here. ❞
❝ i could never rescue you, no matter how i tried. ❞
❝ all i could do was love you hard and let you go. ❞
❝ god, i loved you so. ❞
❝ so we could fight, or we could wait, or i could go. ❞
#is tl5y my favorite show? no#but i am a musical theatre bitch at heart and it DOES make for good rp memes#meme
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reportcrlady:
His arms come around her, and Lois takes the opportunity to bask in the warmth of his flannel shirt: new and yet so fundamentally Clark that she has to smile at the familiarity. “Morning,” she says, stepping back and accepting his hand as they continue to the first floor.
Each gentle creak of the stairs is magnified by the quiet morning. Luckily, Bruce is still sound asleep, which Lois sees as they pass through the living room. Only then does it strike her how worn out he looks. It’s at least as worn down by the last several months as she feels, and there’s some comfort to that.
Soon enough, they’re soundly outside, and Lois releases a breath she had been unknowingly holding in. Then, as her hand slips from Clark’s hold, she walks to the edge of the porch and brings both hands atop the railing. This is a much better view of the farm than of that through the curtains upstairs, but it’s nice to know that her original conjecture still stands. The sound of the fields rustling in the wind, the orange peaking above the horizon, the calmness―it’s beautiful.
“Two options,” she prompts. The same smile plays on her lips, but falters just slightly as he continues. Neither option is exactly in her comfort zone, but something about the idea of walking into town and back before construction restarts, all with five sets of breakfast in hand, has her sighing. So, “I don’t think I’ve ever driven a truck before.” But if anything positive could be said about fifteen-year-old Lois getting driving lessons from General Lane, it’s that no experience on the road could be any more stressful. “Keys?” Following him down the last few steps, Lois reaches a hand out to him.
Past the field, a truck rattled down the county road, its headlights cutting through the early morning twilight in bright beams. The car keys jingled as he fished them out of his pockets, handing them over to her. “It’s a stick, too.” Clark didn’t know whether Lois knew how to drive a stick shift, but he wouldn’t be surprised if that had been something she’d picked up. “It’s... been a while since I tried, but I could maybe remember enough to talk you through it, if it comes to that,” he said, scratching the back of his head as he moved to the driver’s side to open the door for her.
Clark settled himself into the well-worn passenger seat, closing the car door with a quiet clunk, and -- there was that slight unsteadiness again, that strange sort of deja vu. He blinked a few times, and then busied himself with fastening the seat belt.
#reportcrlady#v:dceu#t h e y#also today on lynna pretending she knows anything about cars#though y'know it's not as if clark can drive either#keeping this short so that you can decide whether she can drive a stick or not!#rp
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(according to my hcs, it was Clark’s birthday yesterday -- so happy belated birthday, Clark! :D )
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Man Of Steel (2013) - “Make a better world than ours, Kal.”
#anyways i'm emo#it's always emotional about clark's mothers hours#i love how much dignity and character lara lor-van gets in this movie though#and how important lara and martha are in clark's arcs#it should've been lara in the krypton usb and that's my thoughts on that!#anyways#pictures#make a better world than ours | mother#queue#i mean like i get why it was jor-el the first movie was very much about fatherly expectations#so there was that parallel#but like... it would've also been good parallels if it was lara
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PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME .
send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses ! i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .
FRIENDS. childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other .
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .
FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .
ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .
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Clark smiled back at Alex before turning to the sink to get started on the dishes. Lois was out of town for the weekend -- she’d raced down to D.C. to catch certain Senators before Congress reconvened -- so the apartment was quieter, save the steady hum and clamor of Metropolis rushing by below. The faucet spluttered slightly as Clark turned it on.
He’d noted that Alex hadn’t eaten breakfast; he wasn’t sure whether she’d had lunch while they’d both been working, but if he had to guess, he’d say she’d probably skipped that as well. Clark didn’t think it was necessarily his place to nag her about it, but he was thinking of insisting if she didn’t eventually eat something in the next few hours. The kitchen still smelled vaguely of cumin from the chili that was now in the fridge. Clark glanced over his shoulder at Alex before starting to scrub at the saucepot he’d used, the water thinning the leftover scrapes of chili that hadn’t quite made it into the tupperware.
Kara had told him only a little, and it wasn’t his business to pry. But Alex had been barely able to tear her eyes away from her phone all day, and her ring finger was now bare. Clark could put the pieces together. Having an engagement broken... he could only imagine how hard it must be. “It’s nothing. Anytime,” Clark said, smiling again. “You’re always welcome. Lo was sorry to have missed you.” He swiped the dishtowel off the oven door handle to wipe the pot dry, turning back around to face Alex as he did so. “Did you find the... K’hunds? If that isn’t classified.” The DEO generally preferred he didn’t interfere, so he hadn’t, but he’d been keeping an ear out in case she needed backup. Perry had called him out for having his head in the clouds.
‘ THE PROUD REBEL. ’
@glassesandcape asked: well, if you change your mind about eating, you know where to find it. (“the proud rebel” meme. cousins!)
Lifting her distracted gaze from the phone in her lap, from the unmoving subsection of her call log that still displayed the name of the one person aside from Kara that she’d been unable to purge from her speed dial, Alex offered her cousin what might’ve passed for a smile — a thankful one that she hoped reached her eyes.
Coming to Metropolis, if only for a handful of days, had been the load lifting reprieve she knew she’d needed; A break from National City’s norm, from the yawning emptiness that had swallowed her vacant apartment and the unwieldiness of everything in her life that seemed to bear down around her shoulders even out in the vastness of green that surrounded her childhood home in Midvale.
In the abstract, Alex knew time would inevitably soothe her ills and heal her wounds, and that escaping her natural habitat for a few days to track down a gunrunning ring of K’hunds with her Maaldorian pistol in tow wouldn’t help, so much as adequately distract. But considering she’d barely eaten all day, barely spared a transient thought for sleep or hunger or the absence of her engagement ring, the promise of comfort food almost did. The offering of a fleeting escape from what she’d left behind back home, to say nothing of Clark’s ever sympathetic ear, if she wanted it — that did too.
“ I do, ” Alex ceded, softly, gratefully, the pads of her fingers finally sliding free of the edge of her phone and tucking it out of sight, if not entirely out of mind. “ And you have been an amazing host. Kara was right to tell me to come to you. ”
#hi i am SO SORRY this is so late#i moved and life has been crazy#i love your alex though!!#v:supergirl#rp#danviers#also your icons are lovely
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cell phone headcanons
send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including: - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone - my muse’s last text to your muse
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HEADCANONS: TRANSPORTATION
Clark doesn’t hold a driver’s licence, because that requires a very delicate touch for him and he doesn’t want to put other people’s lives on the line. He has a non-operator’s license for identification purposes.
When he was fifteen, he and his dad tried driving the truck and accidentally sent it through the barn. Clark did not try again.
He does have a bike that is always cranked up to the highest gear. His first one was his mom’s old bike; eventually he got a newer one. (Still secondhand -- new bikes can be expensive.)
He’s a big walker. He’ll walk distances up to an hour and a half away on foot, no problem. If he’s not particularly busy, it’s nice to take things slow like that sometimes.
He uses Metropolis’ subway system when he needs to get across the city, and uses the commuter train to get into Midvale/the surrounding area, if he’s there on civilian purposes. To get to Gotham on non-Superman business, he uses the ferry across the harbor.
If he’s visiting Smallville, he often flies (himself, not on a plane) into Wichita or Comanche, lands unnoticed, and takes the train/a bus into town. He tends to fly straight home if he’s going to arrive in the middle of the night, or if it’s a special day/holiday/emergency. He’d just rather be careful about not being noticed in airspace, and about having a “transportation alibi” into town. Then he’ll just walk from Smallville proper to the farm.
He’s not fond of airplanes -- they’re too loud. He’s not fond of helicopters for the same reason, though he’ll do it for work if he has to. Because he doesn’t like plane travel or helicopters, some of his coworkers speculate he’s afraid of heights.
He has no qualms about hitchhiking, although obviously he doesn’t do it in a professional capacity. He likes getting to know the people who pick him up. He’d like to hitchhike across America, if he ever has the time.
He did do cross-country on the Amtrak, once, as a treat. (Topeka to Metropolis.) It was expensive, so he wouldn’t do it again, but it was nice to be able to sit in the window seat and listen to the country going by.
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reportcrlady:
First it’s the empty space beside her, and then it’s the loss of warmth that causes Lois to stir. Every morning after losing Clark, there had been a second, right after waking up, in which the memory of his death was but an unconscious thought, blissfully unremembered under the early morning haze. The feeling only ever lasted a second, but that quickly became the highlight of her day.
Of course, then she would reach out to the empty space beside her and feel how cold the bed was. Her eyes would open. Clark’s untouched half of the bedroom would come into focus, and then it would hit her all over again. So this time, once he stands and moves out of sight, Lois finds herself reaching to the other side of the bed. Empty. Her eyes shoot open to confirm, but before her mind gets ahead of her, she hears him calling out from the other side of the room.
“Clark.” An unexpected vein of relief is reflected in her voice as she props herself up against the headboard. “Right.” Smallville. The farm. Bruce sleeping downstairs. It’s a much better reality than the one to which she had become accustomed.
A deep breath filters in through her nose and is released all at once in a sigh. The early rays of the sunrise peak through the corners of the curtains, and Lois turns her head to take it all in. How different it is to be awoken by the sun rather than by a never-ending stream of impatient traffic far below her apartment window. For all of her teasing through the years, maybe she understands it now. “Mornings here are beautiful.”
“Anyway, yes. Just give me a minute.” Then, coming to her feet, she walks over to one of the many boxes in the corner to begin getting ready, which only takes her a few minutes. (Another Smallville perk) After, she makes her way back to him, a fond smile playing on her lips as she wraps an arm around his waist. “Ready.”
Maybe, under different circumstances, Clark would tease her, something about how he never expected Lois Lane to call any morning beautiful. But right now, he just smiled. “Yeah. They are.” She started to get dressed, and he ran a hand through his hair, finger-combing into some semblance of place with the least effort possible, just to have something to do while he waited for her to get ready.
She wrapped an arm around his waist and his hugged her shoulders. “Good morning,” Clark said, before his arm slipped down to take her hand. Then they made their way down the stairs -- still slightly creaky, familiar -- and past the living room, where Bruce was still sleeping, crunched onto the couch. Clark carefully closed the screen door and the front door behind them, locking them and slipping the keys into his jacket pocket. (His clothes were that slightly uncomfortable sort of new, having only been bought a few days ago, but it was what it was.) It was that morning coolness still, orange lining the horizon but getting no further, the deep blue of the sky the sign that night was loosening.
It was... still a little unsteady, was the best way he could think to describe it. He was back, yes. Everything he remembered, everything he could think of, was back, and he was fine. But there were still moments where he would notice something and remember a small detail he hadn’t before, like going down stairs and hitting the next step a second earlier than expected. Clark had the feeling it would fade in time, that everything would even out eventually, so to speak, but sometimes it still struck him, like particularly strong deja vu.
“Okay,” Clark said as he turned back to her, heading down the porch steps, hands in his pockets. “So we’ve got two options. Ma said you could borrow the truck. Or we can walk into town. It’s not too far.” He reached for her hand again. The cornfield rustled in the breeze, still a little more shadow than green yet.
#i am also out of practice so i definitely feel you#but this!! this is good :')#also i feel like we're just gonna keep apologizing at each other for long replies xD#but i... just really like describing things#reportcrlady#rp#v:dceu#i need to find my old hcs but i firmly am on the 'clark can't drive' camp#b/c that requires a very delicate touch and it's a several ton machine that can kill people
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nonverbal memes
add + to reverse who does the action
[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention [ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine [ cover ] for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket [ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc. [ kiss ] for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning [ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair [ embrace ] for your muse to hold mine [ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room [ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer [ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s [ weep ] for your muse to catch mine crying [ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food [ hit ] for your muse to attack mine [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine [ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring [ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually [ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support [ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand [ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did [ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine [ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation [ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury [ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine
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LOIS | at the Kent farm, post ZSJL | @reportcrlady
It was a bit of an ordeal, the way moving always was. All the furniture was still slightly askew, boxes piled on the porch and half-open inside the kitchen. Sawdust was still littered in the grass from where John had been cutting new planks, and there would be more joining it later in the day. Most of the cooking implements were nowhere to be found and the fridge was still empty, so it’d be their second day of eating out. Or, takeout, as the case may be.
When Clark opened his eyes, the sky was still that dark blue stretched over the horizons, gold light holding its breath before creeping over the edge of the treeline, a distant smudge way off. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. Then he pulled himself out from under the covers, feet on the old, flat carpet before he started getting dressed. He heard a shift behind him, sheets rustling.
“Hey, Lo,” he said, his voice pitched low and quiet. “It’s our turn to get breakfast for everyone, so probably time to head into town.” He settled his jacket over his shoulders, before turning back to look at her, his gaze fond. The creeping, barely-there light through the drawn curtains gave the room a dim edge to the shadows. “I’ll come with you, if you still want.”
He would just go into town and pick them up himself, but there was still a headstone for him in Smallville Cemetery, and it made things complicated. John hadn���t seemed too surprised to see him, but then again, he didn’t seem to be surprised by anything. A few farms away, Clark could hear chickens starting to wake up. His Ma was down the hall and Bruce had stubbornly put himself on the couch downstairs, and John would be back later in the morning, probably. It’d be easier to juggle five breakfasts and coffees between the two of them.
#rp#v:dceu#reportcrlady#you are my world | lois#oh this :') this feels good#i'm so excited to write these two with you again!!#figured it'd be nice to start on an easier softer moment!#john's just a random npc - i just gave the dude who brought the saw a name#also no need to match length!#i just got into the ~imagery~ of it all as i tend to do#i tend to write long starters and then shorter replies so don't worry about it~
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