#clark thought he did too haha

[illjustpretend]

confidence can be coached 🗣

[nouearth]

blue current.

clark kent x male reader headcanons.

warnings: fluff, co-workers at the daily planet, maws!clark, soft!clark, intern!reader.

a/n: it's been a hot minute since i've written anything! i feel so bad because i've been swamped with school, so hopefully this will hold you guys over until i post my next fic! it's not much, but i've been feeling fluffy as of recent, and clark is the perfect candidate, HAHA. idk, i've been feeing low-key creatively stuck for writing, so hopefully this well get me out of the slump!

—clark was smitten from the moment he first laid eyes on you.

—it had only been the fourth month into his internship, but it was no secret that the higher-ups, and even his colleagues, have been impressed by clark's rapid growth.

—it was enough to ensure their trust in clark to train the new intern as the lead journalist had taken a month off for vacation. while he had his doubts if he would do a good job, clark always loved challenging himself.

—his mother had always reminded him: one who feared failure will never achieve greatness.

—sure, you weren't being mentored by the best journalist in the city. though, you had to admit that you felt defeated since miss lane was the only reason why you chose the daily planet over other internships.

—but bitterness turned to throat-drying, cheek-flushing, and hand-flexing sweetness when you came in your first day and met the man who would be training you.

—for clark, it was the drowsiness in your gaze that suddenly brightened when he met your eyes. if he could have seen his own face, clark would reckon that his eyes lit up the same way yours did upon meeting you for the first time.

—he's so... handsome. maybe training him wouldn't be so bad after all...

—his blue eyes sucked you in like heavy ocean current, but instead of fighting back the pull like any sane person would, you allowed him to drown you in the gorgeous wash his gaze doted on you with.

—god, are you toying with me right now? have you finally come around to my reckless behavior back in high school? i knew you always would!

—it began with a handshake. when clark's large hand cupped into yours, a current of sparks flickered from the bone of your knuckles to his own, and you both released with a gasp.

—"sorry! it must be my vest or something—has a lot of... cotton, i think—" clark assured with a laugh, but cursed his lame excuse in between breaths.

—"no, you're fine! i guess your sweater vest knew i was half-asleep, huh?" you laughed with him, and almost as if it was choreographed, you reached back to rub at your nape when he does, and the discomfort left the collective laughter in a fleeting dance.

—"well, lucky for you, our first stop is the break room! i'll show you how to make a poor man's mocha if you get sick of the coffee here!"

—from then on, you two had quickly become close friends.

—where clark would teach you more hacks to spice up an ordinary roast of coffee, you would return the favor by surprising him on random days with lunch that you prepared the night before.

—on nights where you were too tired to function, you simply settled for sandwiches and prepared an extra meal for clark.

—whether he claimed he forgot his lunch, or was too busy to even take a glance at his lunchbox; eating lunch had become a rarity for him.

—unless it was with you.

—even before opening the brown paper bag, clark knew it was going to be delicious.

—you always remembered what ingredients he liked and disliked since the first time you had lunch with him.

—clark smiled to himself as he ate the meal you didn't have to prepare for him in big bites.

—and then laughed when you watched in amazement and mirrored him like a parrot with messy bites.

—somehow, the thought of cared for was more filling than the actual meal.

—in moments where clark suddenly felt guilt for liking you as more than a friend, he sat silently, staring blankly ahead, with the tissue crumpled in his hands.

—and you sat beside him on the bench, compelled by his silence, while the birds watched from their home of oak and birch.

—it had been happening more frequently: clark's sudden mood shift. no matter how much he tried to deny it, how much he attempted to pacify your silent worries with his handsome smile, it was clear that something was bothering him.

—at first, you tried to break him with a joke.

—"geez, was my sandwich that bad?! i guess i shouldn't have used that expired mustard..."

—you've studied clark enough to anticipate a half-hearted chuckle from him; weak, but still had the intention to please. to masquerade his thoughts.

—instead, the birds chirped in his absence, and your frown only deepened as clark maintained a fixed gaze to the pavement.

—"clark?" you nudged him once on the arm, and he immediately dropped his head in between his legs with a heavy sigh.

—"what's wrong?"

—"there'ssomethingigottatellyou..." he muttered into the crook of his elbow, and your brows knitted together in worry, despite your amusement at the fact that he was behaving similarly to a puppy throwing a tantrum.

—"huh? didn't quite catch that when your mouth is full of linen." you gently nudged him once more to vacant the space between his legs, then another with a gentler squeeze to his arm when he doesn't.

—"clark, come on. talk to me." you squeezed harder to the sound of his groans. "people are staring—"

—then another squeeze.

—"there's something..."

—and another.

—"i gotta tell you..."

—and before you could alert him once more, clark returned the pressure into your own palm when he suddenly took your hand into his, and held it as if it was a pirate's lost treasure.

—the warmth of your skin compelled him to sit back up, but he refused to look at you. instead, he gazed every perimeter that didn't involve your eyes.

—the birds again, the sky, the trees, anything to drown out the sight of potential rejection.

—but how you wished he would turn to you right now, because you smiled. wide enough to sting the apple of your cheeks, and as much as you wanted to yell out his name for him to do so, you wanted to let clark do it for himself.

—to take upon the challenge of potentially meeting failure or success.

—heat crept onto his cheeks as he stared at a couple who were charmed by chubby ducks floating on the nearby lake. for a brief moment, he could see you two walking hand-in-hand, while the other free hand threw feed at the eager ducks.

—he was lost in his imagination. a blink turned into a dream, and a dream turned into a desperate paradise.

—it wasn't until the trail of your hand that looped your fingers into his, tightly sharing the warmth of anxiousness with a sticky clamp, that clark opened his eyes again and finally turned to you.

—wet eyes and shaking blues, they told a story that you didn't need to read into.

—silence filled the space between the two of you, then groaned in annoyance when you scooted closer until your knee was pressed to clark's. you folded his hand into yours, still clutching onto him tightly, and laid the joined affection on your lap.

—"i like you too, smallville." your thumb ran several laps over his knuckles to calm the tremors clark had possessed.

—he watched, open-mouthed as if he was about to respond, but the shock trapped the remainder of his words within his throat.

—you lounged back and squinted at the radiance of the sun, the brights of the sky.

—"(m/n)..."

—the sunlight faded into the background as the beauty of your best friend came into frame once again. he absorbed all the color and light of the world until your focus was on him.

—"i really like you."

—the sigh on his lips told a different tale compared to the previous exhales. it curled his lips upwards and finally pacified the shakes that had been bothering clark for months.

—when he pressed his palm back into yours, folding his fingers over your own, you braced for impact as you felt the electrical current from the first day you met him return in stronger pulses. it nipped at your skin, then at clark's, in its desperate escape.

—but clark held tighter, as did you, until the shockwaves melted in his skin, into his veins, then into his blood, and became one with the victorious cheer of his heart.

© nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like! feedback is also much appreciated!

[wonderjanga]

I’m Never Going Back to That Farm

Clark was talking to Marvel and he realized the man didn’t have anyone to celebrate Christmas with. So, he invited him over. Cause why not? Might as well spread some Christmas spirit. What he didn’t expect was…

Ma Kent: “Clark, your home!” *hugs her son*

Supes: “It’s good to see you too Ma

Ma Kent: “Oh, and who is your little friend-” *looks over to Marvel before doing a double take* “C.C.?”

Marvel: “Huh?”

Ma Kent: “Oh my God, C.C. is that really you?” *turns around to call Pa Kent* “Honey! Come here and look who Clark brought over!”

Supes and Marvel: *share a look*

Pa Kent: “What’s wrong Martha?” *comes from the kitchen* “Charley!? Is that really is you?” *rubs his eyes and looks again* “God, we thought you died in the plane crash! Also, Jesus, you’ve grown 2 feet.”

Supes: “Your name is Charley?” *looks over to Marvel*

Ma Kent: “Oh no sweetie, it’s Clarence, but this guy thought the name was too boring. So we either called him Charley or C.C.”

Marvel: “Haha… Yeah.” *oozing awkwardness*

Supes: *staring with a hint of betrayal*

As for why Clark felt betrayed? Well, his parents knew about Marvel’s entire secret identity before he even did! But, that betrayal was quickly forgotten when his Ma and Pa decided to go down memory lane and pull out a box Clark had never seen before.

Supes: “What’s all this?”

Ma Kent: “Just some old keepsakes your father and I look back on every now and then.”

Pa Kent: *pulls out a photo* “Oh I remember this one. One of my biggest races.” *shows a photo of Ma and Pa Kent, and C.C. and Marilyn all smiling at the camera while Pa Kent is holding a second place trophy*

Supes: “Are you wearing a leather jacket here? Also who’s that?” *points to Marilyn*

Marvel: “That’s my uh…” *looks to the Ma and Pa Kent before looking back to Clark* “My wife?”

Supes: “Wife?!”

Ma Kent: *ignores him* “Speaking of her, where is Marilyn? Did she not come along? Are you two still married?”

Marvel: *also ignores him* “Oh uhm… She didn’t survive the crash.” *still super awkward*

*silence*

Ma Kent: “Oh Charles… I’m so sorry.”

Pa Kent: “And the kids?”

Supes: “Kids?!”

Marvel: *continues ignoring him* “They’re doing good. Mary and Billy are twelve now.”

Ma Kent: “Oh that’s just wonderful. Say, Clark, isn’t Jon the same age as Charley’s kids?”

Supes: “He’s a year younger.”

Pa Kent: *puts the photo of the four of them back into the box* “You two should set up a little playdate.”

Marvel: “Maybe.” *awkward smile*

So now Clark is completely floored. This man that he’s known for nearly 5 years has had a wife who died??? Not only that, but he has two whole children??? Also Cap knew his parents when they were younger??? He’s definitely going to ask more about that playdate though. Jon should have more superpowered friends his age.

Later during dinner…

Pa Kent: “You know, Charley it surprises me how much you haven’t changed.”

Marvel: “Huh…? Whatdya mean?” *shoveling food in his mouth because it delicious*

Ma Kent: “Well, for starters, you look the exact same.” *little laugh as she puts more food on Marvel’s plate*

Pa Kent: “And when you’re not being super awkward, your personality hasn’t changed all that much either.”

Marvel: “You’ve noticed me being awkward?”

Supes: “It’d be kind of hard not to notice, Cap.”

Billy found out more about his parents from this one Christmas alone than he had in his entire life up until now. That is why he will not be coming back to this farm ever again. He’ll send Christmas cards, he might even send a gift or two, but never again. He doesn’t want these two to realize their friend is actually dead. They’re sweet little old people who don’t deserve that. But other than all that, Billy is super happy to find out he and his dad are very similar in personality. It makes him feel closer to the man.

Also, I went on Wikipedia to learn more about the Kent’s and apparently Pa Kent was a race car driver so in case anybody was confused about the race thing, there’s your explanation.

Also, also, as for how the Batsons and the Kents knew each other? Let’s say that Marilyn grew up in Smallville and met Martha. Then Marilyn moved away to Fawcett, but the two still kept in touch. Then both of the women met their respective husbands and they all got together to be a nice little friend group. And then, you know, the Batsons died.

Also, also, also, after this whole thing, Clark started calling Billy Charley or C.C. which made Billy violently flinch when it first happened. After a while though, he grew used to it because he’d rather be called Charley and have someone think he’s C.C. Batson instead of someone thinking he’s Billy.

Also, also, also, also, (I’m sorry I can’t help but add more) when Clark thought no one was looking, he whipped out his phone and took several pictures of the photo of the Kents and Batsons. Or more accurately, he took photos of the part of the picture with C.C. in a leather jacket. Marvel just didn’t seem like the type so he wanted recorded evidence so he could be sure he wasn’t crazy.

Alright I’m done now. Super duper early Christmas post, yay!

[38sr]

My Adventures with Superman EP 4: Design Works

My goodness it feels so strange to see these designs two years later but I actually had a hand in Clark, Lois and Jimmy’s gala suits in episode 4 of My Adventures with Superman!

This happened WAY back in Sept 2021 but during my first week on the show I jokingly sent a piece of art to one of the design leads and well, one thing led to another:

This is kind of running gag with my work, but I somehow always predict things when I draw fanart haha. I truly didn’t know there was gonna be a gala episode and now I was tasked to do a pass for the main trio’s gala outfits.

CLARK KENT

Naturally since it started with Clark, he was the first one I did a pass on. I actually really like men’s suits design so this was the most fun to design out of the three. Overall, I drafted up four different suits that gave 4 different feels for our soft boi. Option A was a full 3 piece with slick backed hair (which honestly now feels very Bruce Wayne than Clark haha). Option B had a high school prom feel, Option C was more business casual (hence why his dress shirt was unbuttoned at top) and finally Option D was sleek turtleneck & suit combo. Honestly, I was rooting Option D ‘cause I’m a sucker for a turtleneck but if I  remember correct they went with Option B ‘cause it felt the most Clark. But just know I tried haha.

LOIS LANE

Lois’s outfit was quite challenging since I had no clue until I was given the assignment that she’s Korean (yes, Lois is canonically Korean in the show). I remember the design leads Jane Bak and Dou Hong showing me a rough concept of a modern hanbok. I spent so many days researching hanboks and the construction behind them...it truly was a learning experience for me haha. It was quite challenging trying to create and outfit that spoke to Lois’ heritage while still keeping her energy. This was my very first pass but I think ultimately the team did a great job to hone in the final look and balance both elements for her outfit (the backless top is just chef’s kiss). Also yes, I did try giving Lois slick back hair haha.

JIMMY OLSEN

There isn’t much to say about Jimmy’s outfit (sadly I left the production to work on Spiderman Freshman Year before seeing what they decided on). But from what I remember, I specifically was looking at men’s outfits from the Met Gala from that year and before (I think Chadwick Boseman was the biggest influence for me at the time). Though I think his final suit design aren’t like too far off from my initial thoughts, it’s still super cool to see how it evolved into the final look!  But yeah! Just a little behind the scenes on the work I got to do on the show. Again, super brief since Spidey was calling my name but I truly had so much fun getting to design for this show. MAWS was my first ever time doing design work (since I primarily work as a 2D animator and board artist). I was so nervous but the team was welcoming and taught me so much! I really have to thank Dou Hong and Jake Wyatt for taking a chance on me and allowing me to draw hot anime characters for a DC show haha.

[keenzinemugstudent]

Superman x Witch black reader ft Superboy! Our Future part 2!

The league finds out about what's going on and you get to know Conner a bit

//In the batcave//

"What the hell do you mean Superman and Y/H/N had a kid?!"

Aquaman yelled starring at at Bruce, Diana looks shocked and Victor just looked confused not that we could blame them Connor just stands there awkwardly.

"It's just as I said Arthur... Superman and Y/H/n have a son."

"From the future?!"

"Yes." Bruce says his tone annoyed Arthur let's out a laugh still not believing it.

"I mean I can see the resemblance but it's still hard too believe." Victor say in disbelief looking between Clark and Connor.

"It is quite shocking. Barry do you have something to do with this?" Diana turned to look at Barry who just shook his head.

"Nope! nope don't look at me I am just as surprised as everyone else in this room right now!" Barry says hands in the air. Superman just let out a tired sigh looking over at Conner who was trying not to look his way, this was obviously too much for the poor boy.

"How did Y/n took it?" Diana asks worried about her friends health.

"She's in the guest room she kind of fainted."

"She fainted?! Haha wish I could have been there to see that." Arthur kept making fun of the situation making Clark glare at him which got him to stop but still had a smirk on his face, Diana spoke again.

"Well what do you suggest Batman?"

"Until we find out what was the cause of Superboy being brought here until that he needs lay low out of sight."

"Which I'm guessing Superman and and Y/h/n will have something to do with that?"

"Of course."

"I think I better go check on her."

Conner speeds out the room going to check on you.

"Soooo does that mean Y/n is no longer up for grabs?"

Victor gives Arthur a irritated look.

"We just met the future child of two the strongest beings on earth and THAT'S what you're worried about right now?" Arthur just shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey! I was just asking my brothers been asking about her for months! Man this is going break his heart and I can't wait to see it!" Victor just shooks his head.

"You got issues man."

When you woke up you saw that you were in the guest room the door opens and walks in Alfred holding a cup of tea.

"I thought it would be best to bring you some tea miss Y/n to help calm your nerves."

You gave him a grateful smile taking the tea you loved Alfred he always knew that tea calmed your nerves which tasted great by the way.

"Thank you Alfred I definitely needed it."

"Of course ma'am, and if it is alright with you there is a great waiting outside the door."

You looked at him confused than you saw Conner peaking around the corner giving you a small wave.

"Hi..."

"Hey."

"I'll leave you too alone call me if you need anything miss Y/n." Alfred gives you a bow before walking out the door leaving you and Superboy alone together. And man was it awkward! Neither of you spoke he just stood there looking anywhere but your face and you just stared at him still trying to understand what to say to him? I mean what the hell am I supposed to say?! Thankfully he spoke with a nervous chuckle.

"I'm sorry this is just so weird."

"Tell me about it I mean it's not every day you meet a kid that claims to be your son. And from the future no less."

Kon-el walks over to sit in the chair next to you he really was a cute kid now that you got a better look at him he had your eyes, mouth and nose but everything else was definitely Clark.

"I know this is a lot to process right now and trust me I would not be here if it meant that I could be possibly messing up the timelines by revealing who i am but..."

He looks at the bed with a frowns.

"I had no choice."

"Well your here now we can't change that Kon-el."

You gently put your hand on top of his causing him to look up at you face to see a smile.

"So obviously I can't can't keep calling you by your Kryptonian name you mind telling me what your earth name is sweetie?" He looka up at you with a smile.

"Conner, Conner Kent."

"Conner Kent? Well than it's nice to meet you Conner."

You hold out your hand for him to shake but he just smiles ignoring your stretched out hand giving you a hug again but this time you were well prepared and hugged him back. It was odd but you already felt like you had to protect him even your magic knew that this child needs you it was hard to explain but it was a nice feeling.

"Ah your awake."

We turn to see Clark standing in the door way I feel my face get warm and look at the bed sheets Conner glances at me and has a small grin in his face.

"How are you feeling?"

"huh? Oh me? I'm good never been better!" Why in the hell were you stuttering?! He gives you a smile making your face get even more warm ugh this is ridiculous!

"Well that's good now that your up we can discuss what to do with Connor."

Great this already feels like a custody battle.

"Okay so what were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that maybe he stays with me? I know you have a roommate who isn't really found of men in the apartment." That made Conner turn his head at you confused.

"Oh no you don't have to worry about that I kicked them out they were bringing too much negative energy so I now have a spare room."

"So you'll be fine with me living with you?"

"Duh! Beside I could use the company especially with my future son!" You grin messing with his dark hair he gets flustered as Superman gives a low chuckle behind his hand, Conner moves away from you fixing his hair a pout on his face he was to cute.

"Alright alright can we go now? I really don't want to have Batman pointing a gun at me again."

That made me stare at him in horror.

"He held you at gun point!?!"

"Don't worry Conner he did something similar too me."

This time you looked at them both with horror already feeling your magic flare up in anger.

Bruce wants to keep testing your fucking patiences! I better not see his face for a while or it's sight!!

(In the batcave Batman let's out a sneeze Alfred gives him a box of tissues)

I finally was able to finish part 2 thank god I had to rewrite this multiple times cause I was trying to make it just right so I hope I did okay now to part 3 I don't know if I want it be with Superman/Clark to talk to Lois and try to figure out where they stand in their relationship now that Conner is a thing or have him talk to Martha and try to understand his feelings about you now that he knows he doesn't have a future with Lois hehe I love drama

Here's part 1

[frownyalfred]

I loveee your fics on ao3 and I just came on tumblr to get updates on your stories haha. Since you’ve written so many fics on superbat, I wanted to ask if you’ve ever thought of exploring infidelity between bruce and clark? I have this idea in my head of clark cheating on bruce some way or the other(maybe with lois after a lot of angst, miscommunication, lack of commitment from bruce) and the amount of gut-wrenching pain and self-loathing bruce would go through after that. Like- I would love to read a fic like that honestly but I don't know if there's many fics on superbat infidelity. Any thoughts?

Thank you so much! I’ve definitely considered it but the idea almost hurts me too much to write out, you know? Because if Clark ever did that…it would be a go/no go point. Bruce would never forgive him — sure he’d work with him, maybe be his (distant) friend — but he would never forget that betrayal. That breach of trust.

The other way around would hurt too. Clark would feel used and like he could never trust Bruce again, never see the man under the mask truly.

Now, a Lois POV on Clark cheating on her with Bruce? That I have written, in a way, and have plans to write one day.

[otomiyaa]

Re: Catching Up

Finally reading the reblogs and mentions of my tag game (my main reason for starting that was to read about what y'all are up to while I neglected tha dashboard lolol) and dumping some replies here to some peeps I follow^^

General note to all: so happy to see the multiple excited reactions to Inside Out 2 hehehe, I loved it so much T0T

@crazy-as-a-jaybird THE SIMS 4 LOVESTRUCK!!!!! I didn't know that was coming! I haven't played the sims in a long time, but gee that's exciting news, thnx! ..... I wonder if there will be some nice loveydovey tickle animations in there....

@italeean "You guys probably already know what I'll say" (about Jujutsu Kaisen 0 movie), actually I don't know 👀 it's been a while since I saw that movie when it was released in the cinema here, but you made me curious to your reaction. What did you think? :3

@giggly-squiggily omg Blue Lock & Haikyuu hypehype and did you also love to see these lazy gamer guys Kenma and Nagi dominate the big screens as heroes to their respective movies, so shortly after each other, what a time to be alive 🤩

@fantasizes-tickles-daily My Adventures with Superman ng;dngifdgjdhljfni;oji I still need to start the new season but omfg I'm so glad finally someone else is into this hehehe, I love that! I'm also not a big DC fan, I didn't even see most movies, but I LOVE THIS ONE. Clark is the cutest isn't he?

@eliankrios YOU PLAY THE SIMS 4????? 👀 also thank you for those banger song recs. I only knew 'save my life' from xandria but not valentine or others :3

@wertzunge Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, I saw that one on the plane a while ago, I enjoyed that too!!! I wonder if they will do more :3 I never played the game though....

@tiklart SHARK MOVIE SUFFERERS WE ARE HAHA, also good luck on your exams!🫶 sending good luck vibes~

@gladdygirl18 ❤️❤️❤️ sending good love life prayers, hope all will go well! and yay for fellow minecraft enjoyer :D

@sunstone-smiles I LOVE ESPRESSO odjs;dgjhih ih but I didn't like it at first either :') it had to grow on me too.

@kusuguricafe seeing you talk about your genshin abyss teams makes me go 💀💀💀 it's been so long since I played genshin, especially abyss. Are you managing the 3 stars each chamber f12 cuz I've only succeeded like once at it or smth. oh and I hope you'll have fun writing again soon! Don't push yourself too much for tickletober, as long as it stays fun*w*

@blobbirobbi wow I knew all 3 of those artists but not those songs, thnx for the recs :D especially the Måneskin hohoho

@sleepysheepytea feels indeed like ages since I saw your activity on my dash, wishing you the best of luck with work and stuff^^

@hypahticklish that was literally my reaction too to the movie The Fall Guy, I loved that so much and you described it so well 😍 I thought it would be a "Haha funny" movie but it really moved me and I also didn't expect the first part to be so emotional. p.s. thnx for the blank copy paste, sorry for forgetting 🥲🥲

@a-fluffer-nutter wow good luck on the move to the UK and congrats on 8 years tumblr, I still remember you being one of the first tk blogs i encountered 😌

@lovelymessybubbly wooow it feels like AGES, sorry to hear about the low mental energy but hope you're doing well ^^!

[burnthoneydrops]

Moonlit Confessions

Synopsis: What was once thought to be a fizzled out attempt at marriage might have a second chance

Warnings: implied fem!reader (use of miss and dance cards for regency style traditions)

Word Count: 1523

a/n: here's the part two of this request !! i didn't think it would take this long but i got a random burst of inspiration last night and finished it up today so here it is! i'm learning i really don't know how to do short slow burn but oh well haha. i hope you lot enjoy!!

This night seemed to be repeating itself. Couples twirl themselves like planets orbiting the sun as the small band plays from their spot in the corner. You stand off to the side, huffing as you glance at your empty dance card, your eyes in a narrow glare as you try to find the reason for its current state. Anthony Bridgerton seemed bound and determined to keep the slots on your dance card name free and had yet to name a reason why. Having resigned yourself to moving past your offer of marriage with no meaningful result, you thought throwing yourself into that which your mother had always wanted would help speed up the healing process. Somewhere along this new stage of your martial quest, Anthony had decided that he did not like any of your new prospects at all and made it his mission to see that each and every one of them failed. 

“Miss Y/N, would by chance-” a gentleman had approached you but was stopped in his tracks, glancing quickly at something behind you before it looked like the fear of god had been instilled in him and backing away slowly. 

You quickly turn around, only to come face to face with Anthony, and the dots begin to connect. This was the third gentleman this evening, and who knows how many that brought the grand total for the week up to? Your mother probably did, you wouldn’t doubt that she was counting off to the side. Your blood begins to boil. In the past few weeks since you had proposed a marriage of convenience to the eldest Bridgerton, your season had been absolute hell and he seemed to only be more interested in your life when you tried not to involve him. 

“What is the matter with you?” You scold, moving closer to him to try and keep the conversation between the two of you. 

“The lemonade tastes a little funny tonight-”

“That is not what I meant and you know it”.

“Lord Garrison is not to be interacted with. He is not worthy of anyone’s time, much less yours”. 

You are slightly moved by his words, though your anger blinds you to much else other than the issue at hand. “Is that for the same reason as Lord Andreas then? Or perhaps Lord Henderson? Or maybe even Lord Clark? But heaven forbid I ever know that reason as you seem so hellbent on never enlightening me!” You seethe, gritting your teeth in an effort to keep your volume down. 

“I am simply keeping your best interests in mind,” Lord Bridgerton answers simply, as if it were obvious. 

“I never asked you to do that! I am not Daphne or Eloise! I am not one of your charges and therefore none of your concern and quite frankly,” you sigh, trying to steady your breathing before you get too riled up, “I thought you made your opinions quite clear at the Beauxton’s ball, so I intended to move on but you are making that quite impossible”. 

“We are still friends, Miss Y/N. Believe it or not, that makes me worry about you,” he replies, though there is something in his eyes, almost like he isn’t saying everything. 

“I never intended for you to worry about me! I am simply trying to lighten the burden that I am to my parents by finding a husband and cushioning our lives with a bit more funding, but when you constantly scare off all of the Lords possibly coming my way, you are ensuring my failure”. 

“You would that quickly give up your interests for the sake of the marriage mart?” 

You glare at him as if he has gone insane, which it frankly sounds like he has. 

“Lest you have forgotten, Lord Bridgerton, not every match is created out of love. Some are created out of necessity, which appears to be my only option”. 

“But what if it isn’t? What if there is someone out there who might secure you that love match and allow you to keep your books?” This seems entirely out of character for the man in front of you. 

“Oh the romantic expert now are we? Last I remember, you were rejecting a poor girl because she tripped over your left foot!” 

Anthony scans the room fervently, as if looking for someone before finding nothing. Instead, he mutters “christ” under his breath and grabs your hand, pulling you toward the open door to the balcony. 

“Lord Bridgerton, where are we-” you huff “where are we going?” He does not respond, choosing instead to drag you through the crowd of people, no doubt collecting pairs of eyes as you two pass. Once the two of you are outside, away from the curious ears of the ton, he faces you, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. 

“What has gotten into you Anthony?” You look between his eyes, hoping to catch whatever was the reasoning behind this out of character moment. The night air nips at your collar bones and you shiver slightly from the combination of the sudden cold and being locked under Anthony’s gaze. His silence scares you, and he keeps opening his mouth before shutting it a second later. It is quite unusual to catch the Viscount without words and this is surely the worst you’ve seen.  

“I have not been able to look at any man near you for weeks. Do you know how infuriating it is to see someone else chase after the person who has your heart?”

“Where is this coming from?” 

“You asked me what had gotten into me? You have. You have lodged yourself into my brain and into my heart and I cannot get you out of there to save my life. When you offered marriage I assumed it was a joke and realised too late that I was wrong”. 

“Anthony I-”

“You have consumed me, and I know that I made it clear that I would not marry for love, but watching you sacrifice yourself in such a way has been gnawing at me. Please, tell me you won’t do it”. He looks intently at you, begging both verbally and visually. 

“What are you saying?” 

“Tell me you won’t find another man for whom you would have to give up everything just to please your parents. You know damn well I have enough wealth and resources to remedy any worry and would never make you give up anything. If you do not wish to marry me-” “Marry you?” You try to interrupt, to no avail. 

“Then spare me the rejection and you can head back inside, but I know there is a part of you that feels the same. Allow me to make up for the time I’ve lost being an idiot and please,” he bends down onto one knee, “marry me”. 

“Are you quite finished?” 

He looks at you as if you’d grown a second head. It is clearly not the answer he was expecting, though you doubt any man would be expecting anything other than a “yes” to a question like that. You grab his hands, clasping them between your own and holding them between the two of you as he stands up. 

“If we are going to really do this, then I believe we shall do it properly. To prove you are serious about this, my favourite flowers are lilies and I shall be expecting you with a bouquet of them at my front door tomorrow”. 

“I should have known you were not going to make this easy,” Anthony smiles, though the anxiety of your possible rejection is still running through him. 

“You denied the easy way out, so you seem to have left me no choice,” you counter. 

“But is it a yes?” He raises a brow. 

“Eventually, but who are we to deny ourselves a longer honeymoon period? If you truly want to be wed, then we are to do absolutely everything”. Simply because you enjoyed your studies does not mean that you had never wished for romance. You had known that the majority of what the ton had to offer was men who would strip you of your most favourite hobbies for more motherly and homely activities, but now that you had an offer to keep the former on the table, you were going to relish it. 

“Tomorrow it is then,” his smile grows, squeezing your hands. 

“My mother will be so pleased,” you tease. 

“As will mine, though do not go thinking that I got down on one knee for the sake of our mamas”. 

“You mean to tell me you weren’t proposing to get to my mother? She will be positively offended,” you joke with a smile. 

“You are making me regret my decision,” Anthony teases back. 

“You would never,” you chuckle, pulling the two of you so his back is blocking the view of any passersby to try and keep the whispers at bay for a little longer. This moment is yours, and you intend to keep it that way before it inevitably reaches the ears of the curious partygoers.

[stillfrownyclownlol]

Oh nooooo somebody stole my Aidlyn/Ashden headcanons so now I have to write more ... ✨️

(SORRY IM SPAMMING THE TAG 😭😭😭)

Some of these are based on my dad because he has bpd and he really reminds me of Aiden.

-His sense of humor is so broken like. Probably makes "that's what she said" and "your mom" jokes. Ash thinks he is the unfunniest person alive 🤡 and she STILL laughs at him (but never when he's trying to be funny). I think he'd be on Vine a lot lmao. He would laugh at that video of the bread slice falling over no cap.

-Aiden Clark, Professional Doomscroller. Maybe an itty bitty bit addicted to social media cuz "omg easy dopamine hit" even if he doesn't post a lot. Would prolly be chronically on TikTok if he was a teen today 🤡 Ash WILL steal his phone and hide it so they can "do something productive" (which alternates between her trying to teach him basic life skills to him falling out of a tree because they went outside for five minutes)

-her parents also gave him a truly awful shovel talk. He came out of it, kneeled in front of her, and said if he broke her heart to kill him before her parents did 💖 Tyler and him bond about their "scary in laws", although he has a better relationship with Mike and Emma than Tyler does with Mary and James 🤡

-convinced her to go to prom because "free food" and managed to wrangle out a slow-dance from her. He already likes dancing, SHE likes dancing...he wants to dance together ^_^

-She really likes his normal smile, when he's not forcing it. He takes good care of his teeth, so he's got a real bright smile :)

-Aiden tried to teach her how to skateboard a few times. She can...stand on it without falling off and roll around, but no tricks lol. Ash still thinks it was just an excuse for him to grab her hands or waist while she was balancing.

-Some problems in the relationship: they are not very good at communicating how they feel, so there's a lot of misunderstandings between them unless the gang intervenes haha ":D Sometimes Ash feels very suffocated by him and she really dislikes his apathy towards himself, and Aiden sometimes feels like Ash doesn't care about him nearly as much as he cares about her.

-his depressive episodes alternate between "I'm just gonna lie here and hope I die" to "actively trying to self destruct", sometimes he might go on a binge (overdosing on his meds, and when he's older he might sometimes drink too much or go on really dangerous joy rides, he's an awful driver), they really freak Ash out :( Recovery is a very long road with no end destination. She's trying to get better at reassuring him and he's trying to...just get better.

-both of them suck at remembering their anniversary 🤡 Aiden is a littleeeee bit better

-They have a knife collection they share ❤️

-he has her as "love of my life 💖✨️😍" on his phone contacts and has a special ringtone for her and everything. Absolutely not embarrassed about it, Ash...definitely is 💀 (she has him as "Aiden")

-sends her really bad poetry he wrote for her because writing his feelings down by himself is easier than saying it in the moment. Ash keeps all of them in a shoebox in her closet.

-she's not really good with touching and stuff but she feels better touching him, like a good stim. Really likes holding his face (no eye contact). Also enjoys him holding her hand.

-Secretly a little insecure about how she looks. She has never really thought about it before because she never cared about it, but now, in a relationship, she's kinda self conscious about him perceiving (read: constantly staring) her. She's very short and thin (even with muscles from ballet and training) and feels like a "late bloomer." Aiden thinks she's the closest thing to physical perfection that exists and will tell her this constantly ^_^

-She actually likes how he smells (grâce à: his really expensive soap lmao) but she would die before telling him lol

-The first time she kissed him her brain kinda shut off and she just squished their faces together while puffing her cheeks up. He bust out laughing and completely murdered the mood 💀 They'll figure it out...eventually

[mamawasatesttube]

hi i'd like to ask a question about the rich inner world of your Superman headcanons (as one of the few people with correct opinions on this site)

so iirc you've said previously that you think 1: Jon was about 4 during the death of Superman run (meaning Lois had to raise her son by herself while her husband died which is. AUGH) and 2: that Jon absolutely cried when he learned he wouldn't get TTK like his big brother Kon (which is both adorable and sad for a variety of reasons)

so I wanna ask, in your brain, how do Lois and Clark go about explaining the whole "your dad is Superman and you're a half-alien happy accident" situation? I ask because in a lot of canons (iirc) they just. kinda lie to him until he DOES develop powers, THEN Clark tells him once he does show signs of having powers. which. not sure how I feel about that

but anyways!! how do they go about that in your rich inner world? kids tend to be bad at lying about shit they think is cool, so do you think they told him at a young age and he started telling everybody "my dad is Superman!!!" and Lois and Clark had to be all "oh haha he's so cute his dad is his hero (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠) "

or did they wait a bit until he was older? idk i'd love to hear your thoughts when you get the time to think about it. (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ and put it into words, I know that part's hard

so it's a bit of a dilemma, right? on the one hand, honesty within the family is important, but on the other, asking a toddler to hold a secret with the weight of the world is... a lot.

i do think they'd wait to tell jon that clark is superman until he's old enough to actually understand why it's important that he keep it a secret. but, and this is an important but: hiding everything from jon would be a pretty fucked up thing to do, especially because kryptonians are a nearly extinct culture. his father is a refugee and an immigrant. this is his heritage.

so i think jon grows up learning kryptonian. he knows this is his dad's and his big bro chris's and his auntie kara's culture, and bigger bro/uncle/bruncle (barnacle?) (haha get it because he's always stuck on me!!! like a barnacle on a whale!!!) (see jon watched a marine life documentary earlier and--) (anyways.) kon is learning the language too, and it's part of their family history.

now of course, kids are curious, and i think there'd be a bit of difficulty navigating just how much to tell him about krypton itself because kids are also not stupid, and him connecting "kryptonian" and "superman" will happen sooner or later, but i think having jon have the family connection to being kryptonian is still important. and it would give him a much deeper understanding of why the secret is secret, rather than just "whoa we have powers that is so cool" slkdjf

but also honestly its pretty funny if baby jon is just like "my dad is superman. no really!!!! i saw his cape in the closet one time!!!!" and his friend's mom just goes ah. more than i wanted to know about what lois lane and her husband get up to in her private time, but okay! and that's that.

[suzukiblu]

Okay yeah, I wasn't sure about it at first but after actually reading it, The Parasite has me in a chokehold now. Of course Clark is beating himself up for a tragedy that he couldn't have known to try and prevent, and of course everyone else is beating themselves up for not thinking of mind control. How could anyone have known? And how would anyone think to consider a brain parasite of all things? Especially in a Kryptonian. His last brain scan wasn't even an unreasonably long time before the parasite took over, so they can't even say that they missed a checkup or anything (before it was too late anyways)

And Kon, if he actually did notice the mind control and the parasite actually did kill him, of course he'd be the one to see it. With mind control being as familiar of a concern as it is for him (being born with programming like that, even incomplete programming, would probably have you checking your thoughts and actions regularly) and it being CLARK, yeah it is very likely that he would be the first person to notice. Really hoping this isn't the case though, Clark is already in enough pain from the things the parasite did. Him and Kon don't deserve this.

In conclusion; good angst, great angst, I got so upset I got a headache (frequent occurrence when stressing out over angst. Brain don't like tension, which is unfortunate because thats one of my favourite things to read)

Thank you, I'm so glad you're enjoying it! I really love it and love all the hurting in it. But also I'm sorry about the headache, haha, oh god, I'm so sorry about the headache. 😅 I just want to make you cry, not get HEADACHES! That's not the kind of hurting I'm trying to cause!!

( also uhhhhh when I write more of this the angst is only gonna get WORSE so fair warning, keep your headache meds on tap for future installments )

I'm also really pleased the logic of why no one realized what was going on worked for you, I tried REAL hard to make it believable. Like, there's just situations you can't plan for and wouldn't notice! That's just a thing! Even with people you really care about and even if you're Lois Lane or freakin' BATMAN.

[nouearth]

servicing justice: superman [1]

pairing ; kal-el / clark kent / superman x m!reader. fandom: ; dc, superman. word count ; 2144. series ; servicing justice. genre ; smut. rating ; m. warnings ; bigdick!superman. blowjob. gloryhole. handjob. mouth-fucking. oral (reader giving). sexworker!reader. note ; yeah, okay. maybe i've been watching too much of a certain video genre, ahem. but i hope you guys enjoy my first smut! it's been a WHILE since i've written one, so i know it's rusty, HAHA. looks-wise, i mostly had maws's superman in mind (because the art style is so good and so himbo), but feel free to imagine it with any superman!

it isn’t the most comfortable position to be in. you’ve been kneeling on the floor for quite some time now, waiting for your assigned client. your palms begin to sweat to a minimal but uncomfortable degree. did i fuck up already? you ask yourself as your mind clouds with questions, doubts, and even judgement regarding this new job.

“jesus, what did i get myself into…” you recall the long process it took for you to end up here. the intensive (and ridiculously long) process of reading and signing multiple forms and documents almost had you backing out of this opportunity. though looking back at it, it was understandable since it’s quite unheard of to be… a sex worker for superheroes.

for an incredible pay, your privacy will essentially be stripped away starting from today. all phone messages, calls, and social media activities will be monitored during your venture as a sex worker, and that post-graduate life was not going to pay itself. for the most part, so far everything seemed… great? being driven to work by a chauffeur, having your own personal room and health coverage provided, and most importantly… eating free lunch was not bad at all.

or maybe you’re just naïve.

all you had to do was kneel and suck a few superhumans off. as the newbie, you were told that you’ll be starting on gloryhole duty due to privacy reasons; at least until you built enough camaraderie. though, you didn’t even mind since there would certainly be less strain on your body.

you couldn’t help but snicker at the mere thought of an entire league of superheroes holding a meeting regarding this subject matter. especially since almost everyone in the world, including you, holds these superheroes in such high regard.

“meeting is adjourned until 9 am tomorrow! until then, please help yourself to some delicious food trucks from outer spac-“ your humorous imitation of a noble superhero is silenced when you hear the door opening. within your private booth, all that blocks you from meeting your approaching client is another door with a hole cut through.

your curiosity is piqued when you catch a sight of the man’s physique through the hole. plaid shirt and jeans aside, and assuming he had to underdress, he’s huge. maybe because you’re kneeling right now, or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve never been near a superhero before, but you couldn’t help but be in awe at the size of the man. your eyes complete a full body scan by the time he approaches the door and before you could say something, he does.

“sorry i was late-“ a gentle voice echoes behind the door. contrary to his soft voice, the man’s large hands work aggressively at his belt, unlooping the leather with impatience yet eagerness as he anticipates the mouth that’s been waiting for his arrival. “there was this whole thing with this cat in this tree and then this school bus got hijacked- not my best day, unfortunately.”

“i’m sorry to hear that. sounds like a stressful day, yeah?” your voice is compassionate. you felt bad for the unnamed superhero and a part of you wanted to continue the conversation further, but your job isn’t to listen to their feelings. it’s to pleasure.

“yeah…” a huge sigh of relief expels from the man’s dry throat when he pulls his pants down. frustration stains another one of your client’s sigh, clearly troubled by the restrictive fabric guarding his erection. you watch with parted lips as he couldn’t help but give himself a needy stroke through his tight briefs, fondling his balls then beelining his palm to the very plump tip of his cock. your own cock hardens at this scene, and you find yourself doing the very same. mimicking his impatient hand to tend to the sensitive pressure below, you tiptoe the fine line between frustration and pleasure as your tightening pants and briefs define what it means to be an absolute nuisance. “very stressful.”

it doesn’t take much time before you’re faceful of cock and somehow, you manage to salivate more than you did a minute ago. the man’s throbbing erection is brimmed with thick pre-cum, stress practically leaving his body with every drip. it’s a heavenly sight that’s enough to make you stick your tongue out just in time to catch the substance into your mouth, not wanting to waste a single drop. the salty taste always catches you off-guard yet at the same time, it puts you under a spell. a tantalizing spell that commands you to drag your warm tongue over and back the underside of his thick shaft, completely avoiding the plump glans to have his cock leak even more… stress.

the taste of his musk drives your palm further into your erection, palming at whatever you could as you preoccupy yourself with teasing the man. you almost felt bad for him. contrary to his build, his whimpers are… so small, so weak. you notice his hands grip over the top of the barrier, and it turns you on upon realizing how this supposed hero could become so fragile at the simple taunt of your tongue.

“please…” the superhero whimpers out, needlessly fucking the air in hopes of granting his cock some type of friction. you’re amazed, and a little proud, by how much pre-cum he’s been leaking by now, and it all goes right onto your tongue. the wet muscle follows the natural curve of his cock to meet up with the wet and plump head. his hips buckle into the barrier and feeling it shake, you keep him steady by wrapping your hand around his shaft. you’re addicted at this point. addicted to the salty taste of his pre-cum as your tongue licks and explores into the slit of his cock, while at the same time, your hand works at his large cock in slow, but steady strokes.

“oh christ-“ he breathes out, repeating the same two words under his shaky breath as you continue to pleasure him with your tongue and hand. after a few licks, you pull away to give your tongue a break. in doing so, your grip tightens around his shaft to pace your strokes quicker. when you find a moment where your wrist needs a break, you let your client catch his breath. his cock throbbing more and more with every passing second when your tongue and hand aren’t exploring him, and you bask in the sight of it. you believe you deserve a medal at this point. not for doing a great job (though, it doesn’t seem too far-fetched), but for having control. you haven’t even sucked him off yet, but you’re content on remaining just like this for a while longer. though, that wouldn’t be fair for the superhero.

before he could whimper out another plea, your warm mouth finally wraps around the head of his cock and your ears perk at the sound of his low moan almost instantly. your hand returns to its rightful position around the lower base of his penis as you cycle your tongue over the glans, satisfying your need to taste his musk once more. seconds later, your hand lets go when you push your head farther, taking in an inch more of the hero’s cock. your knees dig into the floor as you push your head more and more, stretching your mouth with his cock until you feel yourself gagging.

“fuck.” you sniffle out when you pull back. perhaps you were challenging yourself too hard. you think to yourself as you catch your breath, using the remaining moment to sloppily jerk him off with your saliva. part of you wanted to challenge yourself to deepthroat him, impress your client on the first day. but you already know you wouldn’t be able to take it… at least, for now.

“you could hurt someone with this, y’know?” for some reason, you thought you needed to crack a joke as if there was an awkward silence that needed to be filled. maybe you just wanted to hear him talk again. his voice is warm and inviting, somewhat fitting for a superhero or even a television host as the moment you hear his voice again, you felt safe.

“i have before- oh god.” you lube up his cock with your spit as you continue to jerk him off, refraining yourself from fucking his slit with your tongue again to concentrate on his words. “which is why i don’t do this much- sex and stuff… it’s all troublesome, really.”

“yeah?” and just when you talked yourself out of challenging yourself, you feel the competitive spark ignite inside of you again. “well, i guess you just have to find the right one. could be anyone, even people you just met.” you try to play it nonchalantly, hoping that double-handing his wet cock would distract him.

he was beyond speechless at this point, moans drawn out by means of your sloppy strokes. you swear you can hear his heartbeat behind the barrier when you lean your head closer to suck him off again. you moan along with him, drawing out every breath of yours as you bob your head up and down, taking more of his cock every time you come down. your hand twists and strokes the remaining few inches that isn’t violated by your tongue and mouth, following your mouth like a reel as your intent to make him cum is fervent more than ever.

it hurts. your mouth hurts by how large your client is and tears brim in your eyes as you hold yourself back from gagging. but you don’t stop yourself because you’ll know it’ll be worth it. your endeavor to please him to the fullest has you drowning out his groans into white noise and you can barely register the fact that you’ve been on paused for a while now. you find yourself in a closer position than before, where your mouth is open, lips fully pressed around the carved hole as the superhero fucks into your mouth, fucks into your gags like you’re his personal flesh light. you didn’t care how dirty you looked, how you had saliva and spittle dripping out from the corners of your mouth and onto the floor. who would see? and you didn’t care that you were too preoccupied to touch your dick right now, because you know you’ll be thinking about this very moment for the rest of your life. and right now, you didn’t know if you wanted to be covered in his cum or to have your mouth be filled with it.

remaining in this position, you glance your teary eyes up at his grip over the barrier again. the strength in his grasp forms small cracks in the material of the barrier and that was the sign you knew you fulfilled your sense of purpose.

“christ, i’m going to come-“ your eyes shut again and you breathe through your noise, bracing for impact. he pushes his cock down your throat and hits that sore spot one last time before unloading his cum into your mouth with a stifled groan. warm, hot seed quickly fills you up and you pull your head back an inch to fully enclose your lips around his cock, ensuring none escape your lips.

in a heartbeat, you swallowed it all. his warm cum coats the back of your throat like medicine and you moan around his cock at the taste, intoxicated. you made sure to lick every inch of his cock clean, calmly slurping any saliva and cum that threatens to leave your mouth as you pull back up with a soft pop, swallowing the remaining remnants of his stress away.

“t-thank you. i needed that…” he pulls his softening cock out, careful in avoiding the hole as he was still sensitive. “did you need a tissue or anything? i think i have one somewhere…” you can hear him rummage through what you can only assume would be his bag and you find it charming, a quiet laugh leaving your swollen lips as you lean back onto your elbows to take a breather and stretch your legs out.

“no, no. i’m okay. i, uh, don’t think i wasted a drop.” you proudly brag, only for him to respond with a shy chuckle. you watch him tidy himself through the hole from a leaned back view, occasionally tilting your head in various angles to see if you could catch a glimpse on who the mysterious superhero is, but the barrier remains an obstruction to your view.

“well then, i… uh… thank you for your service.” he covers up the silence with another laugh and you join in, re-adjusting his pants and belt before turning his back towards you and heading out the booth. “i’ll try not to be late next time.”

© nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[halevren]

FHJY Spoilers || my live thoughts as I watch episode 7

this may take me longer than usual because I have hurt my hand so it's wrapped up rn and it makes it hard to type 🫡

TTTTAKING OVER TEENAGE REBELLION

I miss ayda aguefort i hope she shows up in this episode.

pitch perfect 2 mention! I used to be so into music related movies

So much happened last episode, this recap is so long

I am not a fan of Grix.

AGENT CLARK...

Two Kristen's again

OH NO

ADAINE COMING IN WITH THE SAVE

"Pretty fun to commit fraud"

"That was sophomore year, I'm cool now"

Body rolling I love body rolling it's so fun to just vibe

Mandatory drug test????

Bard class cool as hell

GRIX NETTED DURDEN?

Rip Gorgug he fell on the stairs

"Did she cast a spell on you " "I mean, in a sense..."

Littledoggy Girlcollar

they should investigate definitely

"If we all do drugs, they can't expell all of us."

Riz trying so hard to keep Fig from being expelles

shrimp burrito

Gorgug not being a fan of Mary Ann is very interesting to me and very reasonable.

"I think it's a really good thing you're thinking."

kipperlitty is subliminally messaging people with the food?!?!?!?!?

I can't wait to see the fan art that comes out of this episode

"Hey.... Girlie"

THE SILENCE

"Did you hear? She passed." KRISTEN EHEHEJWKEHBEE

OHHH KIPPERLILLY. THAT WAS SHADY. YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO SAY IT SO LOUD. I ABSOLUTELY KNOW YOU DID IT ON PURPOSE

KRISTEN KRISTEN KIRSTEN KRISTEN KRISTEN

"Hey do we need to lock it in" yeah probably

Max Durden is probably my second favorite npc

"Everyone has to have a least favorite friend, it's fine" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Fabian running a study hall is so cool

This downtime sounds fun

SPECIAL THING IS GOING TO HAPPEN IF GORGUG GETS NAT 20????????

Riz "The Ball" Gukgak

SERVER AT BASRAR'S!!!!!!

Aewlyn mention 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

SHE GOT THE JOB

"Nice new shirt, did you buy it underground?"

The stress tokens are actually making me real life stressed

GORGUG NAT 20!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SECOND GORGUG NAT 20!!!!!!!!

"It might be more stable than mine"

i miss Cassandra I hope she's okay

The shrimp jump. WAS a miracle

let's go Cassandra!

Fig paladin of Cassandra??????????????

Oh my god is Fig Multiclassing

oh my god wait craig he's still around

"it's like animal piss but in a good way"

"Kristen, your adult man is being weird"

"You'd be a nasty as paladin?"

"I don't want to harsh your vibe"

"Everyone has to lick me"

oh no he's a noodler

DETECTIVE BABY

gorgug has tunnel vision

Gorgug is literally so stressed

"I SUCK, YOU RULE"

the rage!

Fabian is such a loser when it comes to talking with girls

This is so painful, Fabian needs something. I don't know what but God he need something

THIRTY TWO????

Fabian stress token

Walking store Adaine

ya hoo

av class 🔥🔥🔥

i need art of fishing club Riz just goin' fishing

NAT ONE THAT BECOMES A 10

Gorgug & Riz joint birthday party!!!!

17 having a ice cream party sounds absolutely lit

SELF INSERT PC CLARK

Gorbag and Roz!!!

goodbye lucilla she's gone to the skies

"I think you're being weird here"

oh my god fig

Fig is having a strange day

"Why can't I tell him he's weird"

A YOGURT YEAR

"Haha! Counterspell! ♪"

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

oh my god Brennan said teenage rebellion.... just like... just like the song teenage rebellion... T-T-T-TAKING OVER TEENAGE REBELLION IT'S OUT TIME IT'S OUR YEAR—

"Can I take a stress for Kristen"

Riz is the only character allowed to take a stress for another person

popular kid Kristen!!!!

"Anyone who think he's cool" me too I fall in love with everyone who thinks I'm cool

alter emo hauntings a kid's dreams

"Not All Who Wanda Are Lost" single released on all listening platforms. 1 mil listens in a week

oh no...... this is going to be awful and awkward.

ohhhhhh....... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...... Fabian.......... This is painful........

Ivy is catching these hands, leave my girl Mazey alone

"You missed your shot, playboy" no he has a call with his bank

Riz is at his conspiracy board

Something does feel off about grix

Everyone has a stress token

"Go roll me a corrupted bardic"

Even I'm grieving Lucy, she sounds lovely...

oh there's something deep going on with lucy

"It's the boss, baby"

Murph has figured it OUT

The epic music

This stress system is making me STRESSED

I relate to the stress causing antisocial things

LYDIA!!!!!!!!!

ohhhhhh goodness.....

[tia-amorosa]

🌴Lucky Palms🌴

Friends (Last part for now)

Clark took his car, which he had left at Marisol's just a few days ago. And like many other people, he too had a preference for older models and so he fulfilled a dream a long time ago. Even if it was quite expensive, especially the restoration of the '68 Chevrolet Camaro SS Convertible. But money doesn't stink, as the saying goes.

When Clark arrived at Oscar's, he was a little surprised and also shocked. "Tell me… Is there any reason for your child to be lying on the floor?"/ "I didn't want to take him out into the blazing sun, I just wanted to get something from the car". Clark stood open-mouthed in front of his friend. "Then you could have just put him in bed. Oh man, I think you're a bit overwhelmed, huh? Where's Vivienne?"/ "Working"

Clark went to the little one and picked him up. "Really, she's going back to work so soon after giving birth? I thought she was taking time to enjoy being a mother first"/ "no, she's probably urgently needed at the institute and I have to get to grips with my role as a father first"/ "I have to do that too, okay? But I'm not just going to leave my child on the floor". Oscar was terribly uncomfortable with the whole situation and he was ashamed of it. "sorry, I…"…

Clark went to Oscar and gave his son back into his arms. "Here, believe me, it's not that hard, okay?". Oscar held his son and looked at him. The little boy seemed happy and alert. "h-hh, I'm sorry, I'm a bad father"/ "Ow man, calm down now, nothing else has happened and I won't tell anyone, okay?"/ "O.k…. Thanks, I'll… I'll bring him inside".

Oscar put his son to bed. And Clark was almost a little overwhelmed because he hardly recognized his old room. "Rainbow colors, really?"/ "I know, it would be too colorful for me too, but Vivi thought it would be good for his eyes to get used to the colorful world out there…"/ "If I were a baby, I'd close my eyes, these colors would drive me crazy"

Clark looked at the rainbow on the wall for a moment and grinned inwardly. He thought back to the conversation with Marisol when he said that it was okay if his son was gay. "Hey, where are your thoughts right now?"/ "Sorry, somewhere else. How did you both come up with the name Trenton anyway?".

"aah, that wasn't really my idea. Vivienne thought he absolutely had to have the name she'd read about in a book. "/"Does she decide everything about the little one?"/"huh? No, of course not. I find the name interesting, and the guy in her book had quite a charisma. She thinks our son is a bit like him." Clark shook his head with a smile. "o.k….I almost wanted to call ours Jimmy".

"Jimmy? Because of Hendrix?"/ "hehe, exactly. Well, that was the first thing that came to my mind, but I didn't have time to suggest the name to her. I was just too perplexed when I saw him there for the first time."/ "Yeah well, but Enrico is great too…"/ "Rico, I'll always call him Rico . and Enrico when he's get cheeky, haha".

Oscar realized how happy his best friend was. "Hehe… You're going to be a great dad, Clark"/ "hey, you too, huh? Just spend a bit more time with him, then something like before won't happen again." After these words, Oscar looked at his son again. "I do, but babies sleep a lot"/ "then use the time when he's awake, okay. You wouldn't believe how much the little ones are already aware of. And if you have any problems or questions…".

"… Then you can always ask me or Marisol for help"/ "You're probably already the baby pros, hehe"/ "Well, maybe not pros, but not amateurs either, the baby course has really proved its worth. She just sent me a picture… oh man, the little one is amazing."/ "well, it can happen that quickly. Thank you. especially for your support".

The two of them left the children's room and continued talking in the living room. "How are your therapies going?"/"Oh, quite well. It's just weird talking to nine other people in a circle. But we all have the same problem, triggered by other problems…"/ "And are the anonymous alcoholics really that anonymous?" / "hehe. Well, not quite. After a therapy session, some of them still meet up together somewhere".

"hopefully not to drink, hehe"/ "sure, water, coffee, tea… mostly in the park. but I always go home afterwards, I don't want to miss anything here"/ "very good. Just keep at it, okay? I just wanted to stop by for a moment."/ "Do you have to go home again?"/ "No, to the jeweler"/ "Do you need new earrings?"…

"Rings yes, but not for my ears". Oscar looked at him questioningly for a moment. But then something dawned on him. "What, you want… really?"/ "Well, not today and not tomorrow, but I at least want to have them in my pocket.". Oscar nodded in agreement and smiled "Yeah, it would be a bit early to ask her now…"/ "Exactly. But please don't tell anyone, okay?"/ "No, don't worry".

Clark left again. He was sure that Oscar was back on the right track. When his little son called out loudly from the room, he apologized and wanted to take care of him straight away. So they said goodbye and planned to meet again soon. A lot has changed for Clark in the last few months. He has grown up a bit more. And he knows what is even more important in life than just music. He doesn't want to give up his passion, but he does want to cut back a little. For now, he is concentrating on his little family.

We are now leaving Lucky Palms for an indefinite period of time. If anyone would like me to stop by again, please let me know. But I also have to manage and organize my time well. So be patient with me. For now, I'll continue with Sunset Died for a while.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Shower

Media - House of Anubis Character - Jerome Clarke Couple - Jerome X Reader Reader - Y/n Y/L/N Rating - 18 + Sexting/ intimate photos/ nudity/ shower sex/ fingering/ hj/ pinv/ Word Count - 2424

Jerome sat in his dorm room bed not really worrying about much of anything on his lazy Saturday yet to really get up and do anything, when he absentmindedly shifted his hips a little on his bed. As he did Jerome realised just how tight his shorts felt, so he glanced at himself seeing he was rock hard in his pj shorts,

“What's gotten into you, Clarke?” Jerome muttered to himself, trying to shake off the sudden arousal, but his gaze lingered on the unmistakable bulge in his pants. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head in amusement at his own body's peculiar timing but he didn’t worry over it just some random morning wood.

Jerome said aloud, running a hand through his hair as he settled back onto the bed, after a while it still hadn't gone down but he had an idea. Jerome grabbed his phone snapped a photo of his obvious erection in his pants and sent it off to his girlfriend with a flirty message attached

‘Mornin', sweetheart. Just thought I'd give you a little wake-up call.’ Jerome typed out the message, grinning mischievously as he hit send. He leaned back against his pillows, waiting for her response with bated breath. A few moments later, his phone buzzed with an incoming text.

'good morning Jerome x You’re certainly awake and busy aren't you xx'

Jerome chuckled to himself, feeling a twinge of excitement at the playful jab. ‘Haha, good one, love. Yeah, I guess you could say that…’ He quickly typed out a response, his fingers flying across the screen. ‘Busy as in thinking about you, obviously.’

'have you now? Maybe you should get some inspiration to think about' She then sent a picture of her stood in her mirror in her little silk nightie, showing off her curves and perky nipples,

‘Ah, now that's what I call inspiration. You're a wicked woman, you know that?’ Jerome's eyes widened as he gazed at the provocative image on his screen, his pulse quickening in response to the tantalizing sight. He couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, his earlier frustration forgotten in the face of her seductive tease. ‘Looks like someone's trying to distract me from my morning wood,’ Jerome quipped, his eyes locked on the sultry image. He tossed his phone onto the bed beside him, letting out a low laugh as he contemplated the situation.

'doing my best too, I'm going for a shower you wanna join? Xx'

‘Oh, now that's an offer I can't refuse. I'll be there in two seconds flat.’

Jerome leapt out of bed, his phone still clutched in his hand as he made a beeline for the bathroom. He could already imagine the steamy encounter awaiting him behind the shower curtain. Jerome shivered with anticipation as he pushed open the bathroom door. He slipped inside, closing the door softly behind him,

Y/n stood in her silk nightie and nothing else, letting her hair loose as she waits for Jerome

“Y/n, you look stunning,” Jerome breathed, his eyes drinking in the sight of her as he stepped closer. Without another word, Jerome swept Y/n into his arms, their lips crashing together in a fierce, passionate kiss as they both surrendered to the moment. His hands roamed over her curves, sending sparks flying as their bodies pressed together. “You're so beautiful, Y/n,” he murmured against her skin, his breath hot against her neck. As they kissed, Jerome's fingers danced across her shoulders, slipping beneath the delicate fabric of her robe to caress the warm skin beneath. His touch ignited a fire within her, and she felt herself melting into his grasp. With a gentle tug, Jerome pulled Y/n closer, his mouth devouring hers in a hungry kiss. Their bodies swayed together, lost in the rhythm of their passion.

she pulled back with a giggle tossing her robe off and jumping under the showers spray

Jerome's eyes widened in surprise, then flashed with excitement. With a playful grin, he quickly followed suit, shedding his own clothes and joining her beneath the pulsating water.

As they stood there, surrounded by the steamy mist, Jerome wrapped his arms around Y/n, pulling her close as they let the water wash over them. His lips found hers, and they kissed deeply, their bodies entwined in the warmth of the shower.

“I love the way the water feels on us,” Y/n purred, her eyes drifting closed as Jerome's hands slid down her back to cup her hips.

Jerome chuckled, his breath hot against her ear. “Me too,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist before dipping lower, his touch igniting a spark of pleasure that sent shivers coursing through her veins.

As they stood there, lost in the sensation of the water and each other's touch,

Jerome's hand drifted between Y/n's legs, his fingers parting her folds with a gentle pressure.

She gasped, her body arching involuntarily as he stroked her sensitive flesh, sending waves of desire crashing through her system.

With a subtle shift in position, Jerome's fingers delved deeper, coaxing forth a moan of pleasure from Y/n's lips.

Her head fell back, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat as she surrendered to the sensations building within her.

Jerome's eyes locked onto hers, burning with intensity as he watched her succumb to his touch. His grip on her hips tightened, holding her firmly in place as he continued to stroke her, drawing out the sweet agony of her arousal. The water pounded against them, creating a symphony of sound that blended with the ragged breathing filling the air.

In this intimate space, time itself seemed to warp and bend, leaving only the thrumming pulse of their desires.

“My little Y/n, you're so responsive,” Jerome whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he continued to tease her. His fingers danced across her sensitive flesh, coaxing forth a chorus of pleasured sighs and gasps. As the water continued to cascade down around them, Jerome's movements became more deliberate, his strokes growing longer and more insistent.

Y/n's eyes fluttered closed, her face tilted upwards towards the spray as she gave herself over to the sensations washing through her.

The water pounded against their skin, creating a sense of disorientation that left them both breathless and wanting more.

she squealed gripping his hair and pulling him Into a kiss as he reached her orgasm,

Jerome's eyes snapped open, his pupils dilating as he felt the rush of liquid heat spurt from Y/n's body. His lips curled into a triumphant smile as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a frenzy of passion. He held her close, feeling the aftershocks of her climax ripple through her trembling form.

As the water continued to fall around them, Jerome's fingers remained buried inside her, milking every last drop of pleasure from her spasming muscles. With a final, lingering kiss, Jerome withdrew his hand, watching in awe as Y/n's body relaxed against him, her chest rising and falling in ragged gasps.

A satisfied smirk still played on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist once more, holding her securely in place. For a moment, they simply stood there, suspended in the aftermath of their shared ecstasy.

she smirked and grabbed his now throbbing erection in hand starting to jerk him off as she kissed his neck

Jerome's eyes rolled back in his head as Y/n's skilled hand wrapped around his erection, her fingers closing tight enough to send a jolt of electricity shooting through his entire body. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as she began to move her hand up and down, her touch sending waves of pleasure crashing over him.

Her kisses trailed along his neck, nipping gently at the tender skin as she worked him with a confident ease that left him breathless.

Jerome's hips flexed instinctively, seeking more friction as Y/n's grip tightened around him. He felt himself teetering on the edge of release, his balls drawing up tight as he struggled to hold back the inevitable.

But Y/n's touch was like a siren's call, beckoning him closer to the precipice with every passing second

Her hand moved faster now, her palm sliding smoothly over his slick skin as she coaxed him closer to the brink.

Jerome's breath caught in his throat as he felt the familiar sensation of his orgasm building, his body tensing in anticipation. He couldn't help but let out a low groan, his hips bucking forward in a desperate bid for more contact.

Y/n's grip tightened around him, her nails digging gently into his skin as she milked him for every last drop of pleasure. And then, in a flash of intense, blinding light, Jerome came undone.

His body arched back, his eyes rolling wildly as he spilled himself across the tile floor, the sound of his release echoing through the bathroom like a primal cry.

she giggled and pulled him back into a lusty kiss,

Their lips crashed together in a fierce, passionate kiss, tongues tangling as they devoured each other.

Jerome's hands wrapped around Y/n's waist, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss, his mouth slanting over hers in a hungry arc. He could taste the sweetness of her release still on his lips, and it only added to the fire raging through him. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her captive as he feasted on her mouth, drinking in the flavour of their combined desire.

Y/n's giggles turned to moans as she surrendered to the kiss, her body melting into his like wax in a furnace.

Jerome's heart pounded in his chest, racing with excitement as he ravaged her mouth, his hunger for her showing no signs of abating.

she stroked him a few times making sure he was still hard after his orgasm and she didn't hesitate turning to rest her hands on the showers tiles arching her back and bending over

Jerome's eyes widened as Y/n's ass brushed against his still-hard cock, sending a jolt of electricity through his entire body. He felt himself springing back to life, his erection stirring anew as he gazed at the tantalizing sight before him. Without hesitation, Jerome stepped closer, his hands reaching out to grasp Y/n's hips as she bent over the shower tiles.

He pulled her back against him, his cock slipping effortlessly between her cheeks as she arched her back

The water cascaded down around them, creating a steamy veil that surrounded them in a sensual cocoon.

Jerome's breath caught in his throat as he felt Y/n's muscles tense beneath his fingers, her body preparing itself for another round of pleasure. His fingers dug deeper into her hips, holding her in place as he pressed his cock firmly against her ass. The sensation was almost too much to bear - the cool water, the warmth of Y/n's skin, and the promise of what was to come all combined to drive Jerome to the brink of madness. With a sudden movement, he thrust forward, burying himself deep within Y/n's pussy.

She gasped, her body shuddering as she adjusted to the invasion, but Jerome knew better than to stop now. He withdrew slowly, feeling the resistance give way to a smooth glide as he sank back inside once more. The rhythm built quickly, Jerome's strokes growing harder and faster as he chased the peak of pleasure.

But just as he thought he'd reached it,

Y/n surprised him by reaching back and wrapping her hand around his wrist. His movements faltered for a moment as he looked down at Y/n's hand, her fingers tightening around his wrist like a vice. But instead of stopping him, she used her grip to pull him deeper, guiding him further into her body with a subtle pressure. A thrill ran through Jerome as he realized what she was doing - she wasn't just letting him fuck her, she was taking control. His mind reeled with the implications as he felt himself surrendering to her will, his strokes becoming more precise and deliberate as he obeyed her unspoken commands. The water continued to cascade down around them, but Jerome barely noticed it anymore.

With a newfound sense of abandon, Jerome plunged forward, his cock driving deep into Y/n's body as she rode him with reckless precision. Water splashed everywhere, mixing with the sweat that dripped from their bodies in a maddening rhythm. As he fucked her, Jerome's mind went blank, consumed by the pure, animalistic need to claim her. His hands gripped her hips like claws, holding her fast as she writhed and twisted above him. The sounds of their passion filled the air - the slap of flesh against flesh, the ragged gasps for breath, and the soft cries of pleasure that escaped Y/n's lips. In this moment, there was nothing else but the two of them, lost in a world of their own creation.

And yet, even as Jerome gave himself over to the raw power of their desire, he knew that something was building inside him - a storm of emotions that threatened to consume him whole.

As the intensity of their lovemaking reached a fever pitch, Jerome felt his body begin to tighten, the familiar signs of an impending climax coursing through his veins like liquid fire. He gritted his teeth, fighting to hold back the inevitable, but it was no use - with one final, brutal thrust, he exploded into a frenzy of color and sound, his seed shooting forth from his body like a bullet. Y/n's cry of delight echoed through the shower, mingling with Jerome's own hoarse shout as they both collapsed against each other, spent and trembling with exhaustion.

The water continued to pour down around them, washing away the evidence of their passion as they clung to each other, basking in the warm glow of satisfaction that followed a truly exceptional encounter.

"fuck… We need to have shower sex every morning" she gasped

Jerome's chest heaved with exertion as he wrapped his arms around Y/n, pulling her close as the water continued to cascade down around them.

“Definitely,” he agreed, his voice low and husky with pleasure. “In fact, I think we should make it a regular thing. Every morning, every night… hell, why limit ourselves to just one time a day?”

“Becuase you’d end up passing out from over-exertion.” she chuckled as she let him pull out and turned to face him,

“A price I would be very willing to pay,” he cooed wrapping his arms around her and rubbing his nose on hers, “Love ya,”

“Love you too,” she chuckled as they shared a soft and tender kiss, “Now come on we need to actually shower.”

“Fine… but I get to wash your boobs.”

[pendragaryen]

The 100 rewatch 2023 S1 E4

Episode “Murphy’s Law”

Let’s start with live blogging the first of my all time fave episodes of season 1! Here i go!

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Clarke mourning Wells’ death. I am not ok. Finn (of course...) appears randomly with a pencil for her that he found somewhere. He wants to cheer her up. The pencil reminds her of the better days on the ark when Wells did a similar thing for her... ouch... Nice try, Finn.

Clarke’s still heavily struggling with the fact that her MOM (of all people) basically KILLED her father. Oh look, Finn’s out of words for once. Who would’ve thought. Clarke want’s to contact her mom “to tell her, that she KNOWS - to make her feel it”... She’s upset. And she’s having an idea...

On the ark Abby suddenly has to witness Clarke’s vital sign disappear... She’s shook! Is her daughter dead?! no... this means nothing... or? (So THAT’S how Clarke wanted to make her feel... That’s hard.

Earth/dropship camp: Finn calls Clarke out “You wanted to punish your mother.”

Meanwhile, Bellamy and Murphy coordinate the building of a wall around the camp. Oh and there’s little child of satan, Charlotte, helping too. Everyone’s oblivious to what she had done. Everyone thinks the grounders killed Wells...

Jasper’s doing better now. O helps him walking a few steps - outside the camp walls... What is she THINKING?! Oups, there you have it, Jasper‘s stumbling and falls to the ground - he’s basically falling with his nose on a knife and some... bloody, human fingers... EWWW... (Well’s fingers?)

The ark: Abby is restless. Kane confronts her randomly, making clear, that he’s watching her “like he’s watching everyone else” - who believes that, Kane? He’s specifically targeting her.

Raven is still secretly working on the escape pod for Abby. She needs a new pressure regulator. Abby’s still worried, she tells her, that her daughters vital sign disappeared. “Doesn’t mean anything” Raven reassures her.

In the dropship camp Clarke, O, Jasper and Bellamy argue about the knife Jasper’d “found”. They know it’s from the dropship. The murderer of Wells has to be one of The 100!!! That’s new for them and hard to process. Bell want’s to keep it quiet. He knows for sure that bringing this particular news to puplic would most likely create a lynch mob. All of the The 100 kids are criminals. ALL of them have the capability to commit a crime or even a murder. It’s better to keep their rage directed at the supposed threat from OUTSIDE the camp walls. But Clarke - again - is immediately in his face “Get out of my way, Bellamy!” She’d noticed the initials carved into the knife: J.M.!!! JOHN MURPHY! “The people have a right to know!” oh-oh...

Clarke’s FUMING. She storms out of the tent. Murphy killed her best friend! HE WILL PAY FOR THIS!!! Outside she’s immediately attacking Murphy - who clearly has no idea wtf is going on. “(...) YOU KILLED WELLS!” We see little Charlottes face growing worried...

And now it’s really getting messy and violent. Everyone’s gathering around them. We can almost FEEL the aggressive tension grow. Murphy, still kind of self-assured, defends himself. What could that crazy, little princess possibly do that could seriously harm him? It’s ABSURD! But Clarke’s not listening. “I know what you did! And i’m gonna make you pay for it!” jesus...

Murphy’s turning to Bellamy now. But he just stands there, his arms crossed, just listening. Clarke’s not ready yet. “You threatened him. YOu HATED Wells!”

And now you can see Murphy’s confidence fade when he looks around and only sees judgy expressions in The 100′s faces. He’s getting nervous. “This is ridiculous. I don’t have to answer you. I DON’T HAVE TO ANSWER TO ANYONE!”

Haha, and there, Bell’s found his voice again it seems: “Come again?!” he growls sternly. Nice.  Everything is SO TENSE now, it’s like a powder keg that’s about to explode any second now.

Clarke’s whipping up the crowd even further - she wants justice! And the mob immediately takes this as a free card to “get Murphy floated”! Lynch justice is about to happen here!!! That’s not what Clarke had in mind - and you can see she already regrets what she was saying. They’re not listening to her anymore...

Now the crowd gets completely NUTS. All at once they’re attacking Murphy from all sides. And they really hang him up on the next tree! They want Bellamy to do the last step! I can’t even look at the screen omg! Charlotte’s HORRIFIED now - as well as Clarke, who DESPERATELY tries to hold Bellamy back. “YOU CAN STOP THIS! THEY LISTEN TO YOU!” The crowd is cheering his name. Bell seems unsure. Clarke wants him to get Murphy out of this “ I KNOW YOU’RE NOT A KILLER!” she screams- (how can she be so sure of that at this point tho? again: INTERESTING.)

But then - i almost can’t believe what i’m seeing... He’s doing it! Bellamy kicks the container from out of under Murphy’s feet - and Murphy is now seriously dangling from that trees’ branch, desperately struggling for air!!! WHAT THE EVERLASTING FUCK?!!?!=!? (BELLAMYYYY, I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU MAN! OMFG!!! THis.. is a shock...) But oh look... In the mere second after he’d done it, we see Bellamy looking down at the ground, his face is growing almost expressionless, petrified. Oh god... OMG WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!

Clarke’s there again, accusing and pushing him. But now he explodes. He’s pushing back “THIS IS ON YOU, PRINCESS! YOU SHOULD’VE KEPT YOUR MOUTH SHUT!” Ouff... He’s doing it again. Projecting his self hate about him being unable to avoid this onto someone else. He was literally FORCED to do it, he thinks. But HE KNOWS he should’ve done something to stop this. Clarke’s right, they probably would’ve listened to him. But Bellamy also has point. He had warned Clarke - but she didn’t listen to him. She was too blind, too angry, too hurt to see that Bell’s right.

But then - the ultimate plot twist for everyone: Charlotte’s finally coming out with the info. that SHE is the murderer of Wells......... --  Wait WHAT?! HOW THE HEAVENS?! For a mere second everyone is just... staring at the little girl in complete shock and disbelief.  But then Clarke falls into action very quickly, grabs the hatchet from Bell’s hip and saves Murphy by cutting him down from the tree.

In the complete MESS and SCREAMING that follows, Bellamy’s still just standing inmidst the chaos, his eyes following Charlotte, who’s carried away by Finn. It dawns to him, what really happened... and why... He can’t believe it though... he just can’t...

(Ouff... Needed a little break after this. THAT... was and always will be very intense. And all of this just in the first quarter of this episode!!! WHAAAT?! Let me BREATHE!) 

THe ark: Raven’s talking to a dubious woman named Nygel and provides us with another one of her iconic quotes: “I need a pressure regulator. “- “What for?”- “Regulating pressure?” LOL! You GOT to love her. Nygel is kind of an ass. Raven’s only getting what she wants, if she’s willing to pay for it with prostituing her body..... WH AT THE ACTUAL...?!?!? She’S disgusted, obviously. “Go float yourself!” Yes girl, you go! But Nygel’s not ready yet “You’re mother would’ve taken the deal. In fact, she did.” Raven’s at her throat IN AN INSTANT! What an insult! We have no clue if this could be actually true... but FUCK!

On the ground: Now Murphy’s the one seeking justice. He’s understandably very upset and wants to punish Charlotte himself. Charlotte is with Bell, Clarke and Finn in Bellamy’s tent, they’re arguing what to do next. Bell angrily defends himself “THIS IS NOT MY FAULT! If she (Clarke) had listened to me, these idiots would still be building the wall!” Like i said... he GOT a point here..

Bell’s leaving the tent to negotiate with Murphy and the others outside. But Murphy’s rightfully pissed af. He wants Charlotte to get hanged, like they did it with him. Bell declines and wants to leave BUT OH LOOK, that little shit hits him down with a wooden stick from behind! False move, Murph. Booh... But.. we know where this is coming from........

Murphy’s storming into the tent - but Clarke and Finn managed too flee with Charlotte out of the camp already. Thank goodness... I mean, that brat clearly NEEDS to get punished, but not THAT way. I guess we all agree on this.

The ark: Abby and Raven talking. Abby seems to have a better idea to get that particular pressure regulator they need. I’m curious. Abby’s off to meet Nygel herself now at the rationed food destribution of the ark. She secretly tries to blackmail her with some morphine. - The length she’s willing to go to get down to earth now tho... geez. Nygel takes the deal.

Earth, the woods: Clarke’s trying to make clear to Charlotte what she had done “You KILLED someone! Ended his life! You can’t just KILL someone to make yourself feel better!” Her anger frightens the child. Murphy’s screams are echoing through the forest. He and the others are hunting Charlotte.

Finn leads them to a hidden bunker in the forest floor that he had found some time before - and hadn’t mentioned until now. It’s a lot of stuff in there. (THERE he had the pencil from! I SEE!) Even candles! And suddenly... it’s almost cozy down there. (What a contrast programme i’m watching here...) Charlotte’s sound asleep now -they think... 

On the ark Raven’s surprised that Abby finally got that damn pressure regulator for her to finish the work on the escape pod. She’s eager to do it.

Oh! Mama Kane! She’s kind of a guru. Her audience: Some random ark-people from all stations. AND her son, Marcus! She’S talking about the ancestors, the builders of the ark. And about the hope they shall never lose, for one fine day they’ll all get back down to earth again. She sees her son. But Marcus clearly is only there, bc he wants to talk to Nygel in the background. In fact, SHE asked him to come. She’s basically telling on Raven’s and Abby’s ominous doings to him... They made her “break the law”. WTF!? What kind of a woman is that?!

On earth, in the bunker, Clarke and Finn had fallen asleep and as they wake up they find Charlotte gone and away! They’re off searching for her. They HAVE to get her before Murphy does!!!

It’s night now. Bell finds Charlotte in the dark woods. He’s still trying to save her. He’s feeling responsible for her... But the kid is feeling remourseful. “Just GO, okay? I’M the one they want!” But Bell’s just picking her up and flees with her. Charlotte’s screaming.

The ark: JAckson warns Abby. Nygel took her in and Kane’s on his way to get her. Abby’s talking with Raven, who’s about to finish her work on the escape pod now. She wants her to flee with it as soon as it’s fixed, so that at least one of them could get to the ground radioing the ark, that The 100 are still alive and the earth is inhabitable. The people of the ark would get a chance of salvation!

Raven doesn’t improve, but she gives in. The two women hug... My heart... I am emotional. “Tell Clarke I love her.” And then Abby’s off to face Kane.

On the ground Charlotte’s and Bellamy’s escape comes to an abrupt end when they reach a cliff and a seemingly bottomless abyss, Murphy and the others on their heels...  Now they’re trapped... But look, suddenly Clarke’s there too, she and Finn must’ve heard the screams, and she’s moving herself between the child (and Bell) and Murphy on the other side, tries to mediate between them.

BUT OH GOD, suddenly Murphy catches Clarke and threatens her with pressing a knife at her throat!!! Finn rushes forward but Murphy’s relentless. “I WILL SLIT HER THROAT!” Holy shit! He wants to trade Clarke for Charlotte - and Charlotte’s willing to go. But Bellamy is holding her back “Murphy, this is NOT HAPPENING!”

And then... i dreaded that moment... Charlottes teary, desperate little voice... “I cant let anyone of you get hurt anymore. Not because of me. Not after what i did...” She resignated. She gives up. Everything. Without any more sound she turns around - and jumps into the abyss. -  I remember being absolutely SHOOK when i saw this for the first time! I felt almost numb. Jesus... That little kid.. just.. jumped... ended her young life... unable to bear the guilt about what she had done... and maybe bc of what she endured in her past too: Jaha killing off her parents in front of her eyes... It was all too much, too heavy of a burden for such young shoulders. She didn’t see any other way. Oh god.. this still makes me so sad and very pensive, even after all these years and rewatches... Brilliantly written and played/acted though. I am speechless.

Clarke and Bellamy rushing to the edge of the cliff, screaming Charlotte’s name. They look down into the abyss, but the girl’s already out of sight. The kid’s dead and gone. Clarke’s crying now. Whimpering. Bell’s expression is tense. His eyes widened in shock. Side by side they’re looking down into this unforsaken dark abyss below.

When Bellamy turns around his eyes are searching for Murphy. He’s in RAGE now. He seeks revenge. Nothing else matters anymore at this moment. Bell’s throwing himself onto Murphy, bringing the boy down and brutally starts to punch him in the face, senselessly, relentlessly. Finally Finn’S restraining him, getting him off of Murphy. Bellamy’s fuming “HE DESERVES TO DIE!” But there’s Clarke again, screaming into his face: “We don’t decide who lives and dies! Not down here!” - So... The princess learned her lessons too. Good. “I was WRONG before! And you were right! Sometimes it’s dangerous to tell people the truth.” They clearly need some rules if they want to survive on the ground. They know this now. They can’t just live by “Whatever the hell we want!”.

Bell’s still upset “And who MAKES those rules? YOU?!” It sounds a little insulting, salty - and desperate. Clarke’s answer completely surprises him, even calms him down a little. She looks him straight into his eyes. “For now, WE make the rules.” Then they decide to banish Murphy from their camp instead of killing him. He’S threatened by Bellamy, that if he should ever come back again he’d kill him on the spot. 

The ark: Kane and the guards are coming to get Abby. She already awaits them in the corridor. She’s trying to shield Raven. Meanwhile Raven finishes the repair. She’s getting herself ready to take off with the escape pod. And she really launches!!! What a QUEEN! We see the pod on its way down to earth now. Abby, Kane and the others are hearing a sudden rumble when the pod takes off. Although she’s about to get arrested, Abby can’t restrain a little smile. She’S SO PROUD of Raven! AND she has hope again. For them all.

Down on earth in the dropship camp Clarke and Bellamy are telling the 100, that THEY are making the rules the group shall live by from now on. The two are changing a look. Their legendary co-leadership has just begun! - Yeay!

Meanwhile Raven’s in trouble in the escape pod. Something’s not working properly. The pod’s kind of tumbling towards the earths’ surface!

In the dropship Monty seems to have fixed the radio. They’re now able to send a signal up to the ark! Jasper does the last step to get this work. - On the ark, Jackson‘s irritated. He suddenly has some disturbing signals on his screen. But it’s just a short victory for the 100 on earth. The transmission ends, the connection breaks down again. Is it broken once and for all? Seems so. Everyone is so disappointed now, especially Jasper, who’s now sure that he’s cursed somehow. But there’s Octavia trying to cheer him up. OH! LOOK! She’s kissing him! I totally forgot that happened lol... Suddenly Jasper can smile again. Monty approves too! This is adorable.

And then... WHAT? We’re suddenly in that bunker again with Finn and Clarke (HOW DID THEY GET THERE SO FAST?!?!!!) Finn’s raging, desperate. Clarke’s there to talk (scream?) him down. “YOU ARE NOT ALONE!” And then they fall on each other (ew... okay... whatever...). Suddenly there’s much kissing and mourning and ripping off clothes. Yeah right. Are you done yet... *yawns* 

And at last: Poor Raven... The pod hadn’t stopped tumbling on its way down to earth. Hopefully she’ll survive the landing. I DON’T WANT ANYONE ELSE TO DIE, OKAY!!?!?! (Man... Little did i know...)

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THAT... was one hell of a ride. Seriously. After i watched this episode for the first time i felt mentally EXHAUSTED. No kidding. I mean, we had a glimpse of what this series could develop into last episode already, when that child killed Wells. But THIS... THIS is a whole new level now. Two peak situations in just ONE single episode: The almost-execution of Murphy and the suicide of Charlotte. I’d count Raven’s lauching in that fixed escape pod too tbh. It’s so badass. I love it. This episode is so different from the first ones we saw. It’s not just these situations, it’s the whole PACING of the plot! It’s like BAM BAM BAM one shock, one intriguing moment chasing the other. Time flies while watching, you’re so absorbed into the happenings on screen, you don’t even realize it.

Brilliant. Just BRILLIANT. A masterpiece of an episode. And not the last one. Lord of the flies meets Lost or something like that. Awesome. And you can understand almost every single persons POV - you may not approve, but you KNOW where a particular person is coming from concerning their actions. Great.

On the other hand, that Finn and Clarke would be a thing wasn’t surprising at all. That was forseeable, although i really hoped she wouldn’t fall for that dude. But well, everyone deserves a little, distracting “work-out” every now and then... ;) And so does Clarke. But we all know... Clarke begins to put her heart into it now. Ugh.. This will hurt...

I already wrote down my thoughts concerning Clarke and Bellamy and what i think their thoughts could’ve been in the individual scenes during the live-blogging above. So i don’t repeat myself here. This post is already far too long, isn’t it? ;) Sorry... But i got carried away. SO MANY EMOTIONS!

What i liked: Raven Reyes on her way down to earth. YEAY! Clarke and Bellamy building up that famous co-leadership we all learn to cherish so much.

What i disliked: Um.. again: Isn’t that obvious? The 100 almost executing Murphy and Charlottes suicide. Also: That fling Finn and Clarke were starting (didn’t like that but it didn’t disturb me much either...).

Fave quote(s): “I KNOW you’re not a killer!”, “For now, WE make the rules!”  

Song(s)  i associate with the episode:  “Shot in the dark” by Within Temptation “Now I'm fighting this war since the day of the fall and I'm desperately holding on to it all - But I'm lost... I'm so damn lost..."