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arttuff · 4 months ago
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clark kent grew like a weed as a teen. that's his blankie btw
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thebat-musicman · 4 months ago
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Tim’s first time visiting Kent Farm
Ma: Well do you know what this plant is?
Tim: Uh no.
Ma: They’re soybeans. Kon, tell him about soybeans.
Kon: Soybeans…are your friends.
Ma: *gives him a look*
Kon: Well I don’t know anything about soybeans either!
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la-guarido-del-perrozorro · 1 month ago
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inktober day 2: discover
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cyanide-sippy-cup · 4 months ago
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Do you see my vision
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idknwhatputhere · 4 months ago
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Kara's New family
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wil-fae · 5 months ago
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ma kent and kon !! u tell em !!
(original if u wanna use it <3)
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lemonlimestar · 6 months ago
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wake me up, before you go-go
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indirectassad · 10 months ago
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Aprendí a estar bien estando mal.
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notninani · 7 months ago
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Some demons give prey to their partners as a sign of affection(?
Contexto:
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bobbinalong · 4 months ago
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part two! the irons, kenan, kara and lana ... sometime next week.
[clois, jayjon and the twins]
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allthegothihopgirls · 8 months ago
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i live under the strong belief that every time another super/bat relationship spawns, alfred's will to serve the manor lessens ever so slightly
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suzukiblu · 1 year ago
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excerpt from a "Kara actually got to Earth on-schedule and now she's got a baby cousin to raise" AU:
Kara doesn’t understand the aliens’ language, which is fine. She didn’t expect to. She watches them interact and listens as they speak, familiarizing herself with the cadence and pitch and rhythm of their voices and doing her best to pick out individual sounds and patterns. She likes languages well enough. She did pretty well with Daxamite dialects in school last year, anyway. 
The aliens are kind, at least so far. They found her and Kal curled up in the remains of their smashed-up ships in their ruined field and brought them into their home despite the mess. Kara thinks they’re farmers, probably? So probably Laborer Guild, or whatever this planet has instead of Laborers. The House of El is mostly Thinkers, but Kara isn’t worried about that. She’ll figure something out, as soon as she figures out how to communicate with the aliens. Pantomime has not been all that helpful, at least not so far. 
They gave her a warm, unusually sweet drink that might have some kind of milk in it, with soft white pellets in it that are even sweeter. It’s not quite like anything she’s ever tasted before, but she likes it. Kal really liked it, though the aliens seemed to think he shouldn't have too much and gave her a little cup of just milk alone for him instead. Or she thinks it's milk, anyway. 
It's white. And very thick, and almost creamy? Though it tasted good too, when Kara stole a sip to make sure it wouldn’t upset Kal’s stomach if she gave it to him. 
"Pye," the alien that Kara is assuming is female announces in their weirdly simple-sounding language, putting a round plate with a slice of something on it on the table in front of her. Kal reaches for it from her lap with a burble. Kara peers at it too. The slice is triangular, with a crisp crust and an oozy red filling. She wonders why the plate is round, if the "pye" is meant to be sliced and served triangularly. It seems a little disrespectful to the cook–or baker? Or at least the artisan who made the plate, which was clearly painted with very dedicated care–painted by hand, even, not a pre-programmed design reproduced by a machine. That’s very luxurious for Laborers to be offering unexpected guests who just destroyed their field. 
Maybe they’re overcompensating, Kara thinks. Or maybe the aliens are really just that kind. 
Maybe. 
She thinks they’re little flowers, the designs around the edges of the plate. Or at least they look like they could be flowers. They’re flower-like, if nothing else, and all the weird colors of them might just be a stylistic choice. 
They’re pretty. 
She wishes she could show her mother. 
Kara crushes down the grief for the thousandth time and smiles at the aliens. They smile back. 
It helps, almost. 
Almost. 
The “pye” tastes very good.
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j3nnix · 1 month ago
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gracias @michellemouse por tirar la idea de miguel en el carrefour😼
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torneio-sexymen-brasil · 2 months ago
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Talvez seja meu grupo favorito galera não vou mentir
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thalysun · 11 months ago
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saving each other in bridal stylee !!1
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green-star17 · 1 year ago
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OMG YOUNG CLARK
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Bonus : Baby Clark
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