#Farm boy!Clark

[jesncin]

Morning run with your alien jog partner

[robintherobiner]

Superman meets Batman for the first time and, because of his superhearing, he can tell that the man’s heart is pounding. Gosh, the poor man must be terrified, after all he does have a rule about no metas. For a human superhero, knowing other people are much stronger must be so scary! So Superman tries his best to seem small and less overwhelming, but Batmans heart rate just keeps going up! Luckily, the man seems to be speaking normally, so maybe its not a big deal? How brave of him, ignoring his fears to help people.

After the Justice League is formed, Clark finds out about Bruce’s contingency plans, and unlike the others, he’s not surprised. He’s already such a paranoid man, but being on a team full of metas, well, Clarks shocked he’s not shaking in his boots. Bruce hides his fear so well! If it wasn’t for his super hearing, he’d never know that Bruce takes a sharp inhale every time he uses his super strength, or that the mans heart starts beating like a million times a minute whenever he enters the room.

Then one day, they’re all in the Watchtower, Bruce drops the pen he was using to write out the plan for their mission, and Clark happily picks it up. As soon as he bends down, Bruce’s heart starts beating rapidly. When he straightens back up, Clarks face is bright red and he can’t meet Bruce’s eye. Is his butt scary?!?!??!

[kettlefire]

Age is but a Number (DPxDC)

Daniel Fenton was only thirteen months old when he took his first steps. Only fifteen months old when he said his first words. He was two years old when he uttered his first sentence.

Danny could walk back his whole timeline from the moment he opened his eyes into this world. Except, none of those moments counted. They held no true weight for Danny's life.

No, there were certain moments that mattered. That had a clear shift to his life. Not every moment, not every milestone mattered.

Danny was five years old when he first felt the sting of disappointment at his parents missing a school event. He was six years old when the lab door was closed in his face for the first time, but not the last time.

He was eight when his young mind realized who was the one raising him. The one feeding him, waking him up, getting him dressed, and dealing with his tantrums.

Danny was ten when he learned to love and hate his parents for the true first time. Seeing both the good and the bad in them, and still loving them despite it.

He was eleven when he watched his sister crack under the pressure. Stood teary-eyed in the doorframe of her bedroom as he watched her cry and sob. He was twelve when he got into his first real fight with his mother, hiding away at Tucker's place for a few nights.

Danny was fourteen years old when he stepped into his parents' portal. When he accidentally hit the on switch. When a combination of ectoplasm and electricity ruined his life.

He was only fourteen when he experienced death for himself. Felt his life force leave him, and flood him at the same time.

Danny was still only fourteen when his world changed. New powers and abilities appear out of thin air. When a crazed billionaire latched on to him. When Danny had taken the mantel of a hero without meaning to.

He was still just fourteen when his life was filled with constant fighting. Both ghostly and human. Things got more tense between Danny and his mother. School was a weight that Danny wasn't sure he could handle.

Danny was fifteen when he had an existential crisis. The weight of a looming crown he was meant to take on the moment he turned eighteen or died fully. Having witnessed timelines where his family was gone. Having recognized a pattern of repetition in a life that Danny didn't want.

He was still fifteen when he made an impulsive decision. It was stupid and rash. Something expected from an angsty teenage boy, and not from an heir to a throne and a town to protect.

There had been no big fight. No big showdown. His parents still didn't know his secret. Danny hadn't bothered telling Tucker, Sam, or Jazz about his great plan. One moment, Daniel Fenton was in Amity Park. The next moment, he was gone without a trace.

Danny is just a fifteen year old boy, perched on a hill miles away from home. He didn't know what he was doing or what he was going to do. He didn't even know what state he was in.

He had just flown through the sky, a bag of emergency supplies slung over his shoulder. Danny had no intentions of stopping. That was until he stumbled cross a state line, and felt it.

A strong sense of caring and love. A feeling that Danny could only compare to the love he felt from Jazz. There was a strangeness in the air, but also a feeling of home. It drew Danny in like a moth to a flame.

Danny was just fifteen, curled up on a damp hill. Staring up into the night sky, and wishing for things to be different.

Not completely different. He didn't want to get rid of Phantom. Didn't want his life to go back to how it had been. Danny wanted things to get better. He wanted to feel like a kid again, something he realized he hadn't felt in a long time. Despite Jazz's best efforts to shield him.

The first tear had left Danny before he even realized it. A shaking hand wiped the tear away, silently cursing at himself for being such a baby.

Except that wasn't the only tear. It was like a dam, he never knew was there, had broken. Tears streaked down Danny's cheeks faster than he could wipe them away. Choked muffled sounds quickly turned to harsh gasping sobs.

Danny was only fifteen when he finally broke. Curled up on a random hill in a random state in the middle of nowhere. A glowing young teenager whose glow only seemed to dull with each gut-wrenching sob. Yet the stars seemed to twinkle even brighter than ever on this countryside.

So lost in the whirlwind of emotions that Danny was too young to fully decipher, he never noticed the approaching vehicle. Didn't so much as flinch when it came to a stop near him.

Danny's pain radiated with each sound he made. With each tear that left his toxic eyes. There was seemingly no end to it all. Until a single voice managed to pierce through Danny's bubble.

"Oh, dear... It's just a boy. Quick, grab a blanket!"

A small, frail voice was all it took. A voice weathered with age, and a tremble to it. Danny's whole body froze, head lifting to look at the speaker.

Except his vision had been quickly covered for a brief moment as an old flannel blanket was suddenly wrapped around Danny's shoulders. It smelt of dirt, hay, and warmth.

A kind old woman quickly followed to take a seat beside the glowing teenager. A warm, loving smile on her lips as she brought a thermos to Danny. An equally old and warm man seemed to follow behind her.

Danny's sobbing had quieted as quickly as it had started. The teen was completely bewildered, stunned to silence. This old couple, the embodiment of the American dream, didn't so much as blink at the sight a glowing boy crying on their land.

She had called him a boy. She had called him a boy. Danny was just a boy to her. His hands trembled as he accepted the thermos, taking a drink from the still hot coco inside.

Danny's stunned silence must have spoken volumes. The old man had given out a chuckle, moving to stand beside his wife.

"Don't worry, bud. Our son is just as strange as you."

Danny was just fifteen years old when he stumbled onto the Kent farm. When John and Martha Kent stumbled upon a crying glowing boy. When a sweet old couple hadn't cowered in fear but instead embraced Danny. Offering kindness and comfort with no strings attached.

He was only fifteen when he found himself a new home. A new life. One where he didn't have to be anything more than a teenage trying his best. When his powers weren't needed, only appreciated. Never expected.

A life where a warm home-cooked meal and a mother's kiss seemed to greet him every morning and night. Where a father's touch seemed to linger in every tractor lesson, every game of catch, and every time Danny learned more about the farmer lifestyle.

Danny was fifteen when he found his family. When he met the equally kind son of an amazing couple. When he had someone willing to teach him how to handle his powers, but never expected him to.

But Danny was seventeen when his past came back. When a town and people he cared about, all came flooding back in. When the guilt and shame of abandoning them came flooding back in.

When his new picture, perfect life started to crumble around the edges. When he realized life never went well for a Fenton and Fenton-adjacent. The perfect safe bubble had to burst eventual.

And well, that's a story for another day.

[rosegoldthorns]

So I had to help back up a large trailer so, naturally I realized how Bruce would not do this with his kids under any circumstances. And for Bruce, a rich city kid none the less with probably no idea how to back up a trailer, would need a few spotters.

To clarify, I mean Bruce asking any of his kids to help him would end a little like this.

Jason: You are too close. You are going to hit something.

Bruce stopping the car and getting out to check: I have two feet of clearance.

Jason: I know. that is too close. you are going to hit Alfred's roses. Do you want to deal with the consequences of that?

Damian: Todd you are wrong. This is enough distance to clear it passably. You just want to insult Father, you heathen.

Tim: Actually you are both wrong. If you looked on the other side you would know that you have about two more inched until you run over a tree.

Bruce: And why did you not say this earlier?

Tim: eh closer calls have come out fine.

Bruce: ... Dick can you help?

Dick: Personally I just think we should call Clark. I said this when we started.

.....they called Clark Kent, Superman, and urgently called him from work to ...help back up a trailer. (I mean it could have ended worse due to the nature of the bat family but Clark was certainly amused)

[remixingreality]

[fifiophobia]

Enough with only thinking “Omni-Man’s the best evil Superman” or “Homelanders the best evil superman!” because there’s another mf who needs to be added to the discussion

[nofacednerd]

Clark’s little fall outfit in episode 10 was so slay so I had to draw him some more little fall outfits

[puppiesandnightlock]

…how about that clois elevator shaft scene for maws with damijon in the midst of a battle with a rooftop

[kartsie]

Jon and Krypto!

[quolant]

smallville clark and battinson bruce in the 00s is the superbat content i didnt know i needed lol

[accidentallyadoptedbybatman]

Started watching Smallville and its now my crack headcanon that Lex Luthor doesn't like Superman partly cause he keeps messing up Lex's plans but mostly cause he looks like his crush/friend who he fell out with

[mossfrg]

on a similar vein as my Jersey Gotham fic, I raise you this point: I have not seen a single mentioned of 4-h in any regard to Clark. I mean c’mon, super country boy Clark motherfucking Kent??? Not involved in 4H??? Absurd. My mans was involved in AT LEAST rifle, horse, and cow clubs. Maybe a lil goat club as a treat. (Fuck sheep I have a personal vendetta with them so only sheep slander here). He still has the pledge memorized. He defaults to showing posture when nervous. You bet your ass this man can get any stain— shit blood mud— out of whites because “No I don’t need a dry cleaner Bruce do you know how hard it is to keep an all-white outfit all-white while in a barn I did that when I was seven fuck you”

Clark drops random stories from his time showing and then moved on like he hasn’t just dropped the craziest farmer bullshit city-boy Bruce has ever heard.

“Y’know i once got drunk and stole a tractor and plowed a dick into the field.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“nah nothing.”

Mans just casually drops that he helped establish breed standards multiple times and refined show standards for said breeds. He started a petition to change the classes for showing to include companion animals. PETA has stalked him and has him on their black list. He was excused of all tardies in school because during calving season, he regularly gloved up and pulled calves (bc why bother using an actual calf pulled when you have an alien with super strength).

Yes Clark is an alien, but he is a feral farm boy alien.

[daheckinbestbitch]

Clark "Kansas Boy" Kent Headcanons

As a Kansan, these are entirely plausible, as Clark was raised in southwestern Kansas.

Based on common consensus the Kent farm was both a crop and livestock farm which means that it had to be at least 40 acres. Kent Farm is not a slaughter farm but a breeding and husbandry farm, the livestock being dairy cows, sheep, pigs and chickens. They also have crops of corn, wheat and soybeans. Clark is really fond of the cows and they are very fond of him. When he was little he would sit with the cows in the pasture while they grazed. Having been raised on a breeding farm Clark is no stranger to birthing animals and has done it before.

Clark calls still calls Martha, Ma or Mama and calls Jonathan Pa or sir. Pa Kent loved fixing up old cars and therefore taught Clark how to fix cars and drive stick.

Its been said by some that the Kent's weren't "well off" but I don't think that is really true, I think that they live quite comfortably, they are not spenders but they are not poor.

While some may say that Clark would be a K-State fan I have to disagree I fully believe the Kent's are Jayhawks and I will die on that hill.

Clark loves Kansas City Barbecue and is strong in his opinions on it.

Clark was going to go to KU but got a really good scholarship to Metropolis University.

Also slight side note but I also stand by the fact that Barry Allen was also a KU fan as in many different "maps" of where the cities are Central City is very close to Lawrence, Kansas (KU college town) and so I think that Clark and Barry definitely bond over both being Jayhawks.

[martyrbat]

started reading superman vs meshi and its very cute and has made me hungrier than i ever been in my entire life

[rachiebeee]

guys what if i made a medieval dc au [gunshot]

[remixingreality]