#rural Kent

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No4 Bluebell Cottage Shoreham Kent by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: Beautiful row of old cottages in Shoreham as you walk towards the river Darent path on the north downs way AONB

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Jor-El: I made Kal-El a Kyrptonian combat suit out of nanotech so he can go out and fight crime.

Martha Kent: not without something to cover his junk he isn't.

[vox-anglosphere]

Dode village was wiped out by plague, but her parish church survives

[violet-gray]

Smallville kind of makes me wish I'd grown up on a farm surrounded by corn and with meteor addled neighbors in rural kansas

[gemini-care-barr]

As a profoundly altruistic individual who hates harm, how do you think Superman can justify not being a vegetarian? Would cruelty against animals in a world where necessity to eat meat instead of alternatives isn’t necessary?

I’m going to try not to spend too much time on this one 😅

Basically… he’s a farmer… and a scientist… and both know that eating meat =/= animal cruelty, so, yeah, I don’t think he has too much of a problem with it. Is a lion eating a gazelle animal cruelty? A wolf eating a deer? It’s just life, and a huge part of respecting life is understanding that everyone and everything lives and dies and that’s just the natural order of things. One could say Clark’s most alien feature is the fact that his super-powered nature disrupts his own ability to die and participate in this natural cycle (if we’re going off the idea that he’s immortal), but it’s this understanding and placement outside of the natural order that helps him respect it all the more and recognize that some creatures are going to eat other creatures. All that being said, he definitely advocates for careful and loving handling of livestock and does all he can to advocate against wasteful food production/usage. There’s also a slew of other economic, social, and conservationist reasons why he’d be accepting of not being a vegetarian, but I don’t want to get into it.

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Anyone who says that Kal-El the last son of Krypton is a human more than a Kryptonian is wrong and misses half the tragedy of the Superman.

Kal-El isn’t human. Not really, that’s what’s tragic. Since he was a baby he has had more power than any human, but at the same time he’s had Krypton stolen from him. He’s the child of a world that doesn’t really exist anymore, he’s only left with what little was sent with him in a pod. That’s why so much of the Phantom Zone villains is so tragic for him, because they are like him, they can tell him who he is, but he’s not willing to do wrong to get that. They’re what’s left of his society and they’re the worst of it.

More than that though he speaks Kryptonese, he keeps Kryptonian practices like the Day of Truth alive, he uses the name of the Kryptonian god in his speech, he is Kryptonian, but he’s also not. His culture has been stolen from him, he can’t know the exact traditions of Krypton, he can’t know the slang and their inflections and the jokes or the puns they’d make, he can’t know what lullabies they sung to their children, he can’t know what the food they ate tasted like, because Krypton is lost.

Then there’s Kara and Kandor.

Kara, who grew up on stories of Krypton before it’s destruction, who knows the lullabies and the slang and the jokes but only in the terror of an unending abyss, only in the confines of a spec of dust hurtling through a vast and hostile environment that holds almost all of what remains of Krypton barraged by radiation and asteroids and monsters, a last desperate attempt at survival for their people as their population was slowly whittled down to nothing until she alone remained fired off in the only means of escape her home had left.

She can’t tell Kal how the fruit on Krypton tasted or how the moons looked (there was only one moon by the time she was born), she cannot remember these things from her brief childhood on Krypton before Argo was launched into space.

And Kandor. They cannot give Kal what he’s seeking. It is a city run by a mad machine, a city that has all the life and culture stolen from it and turned to what that machine feels it should be based off a textbook. A city of people trapped forever in that bubble unable to escape, unable to tell Kal of his home. Unable to see Kal as little but their savior. Kandor is like an amusement park version of an ancient culture. It has been scrubbed clean and simplified for the tourists.

Superman isn’t human, he doesn’t consider himself human, if he did you’d lose the tragedy and the point.

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Shoreham Village Kents AONB by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: Shoreham, an idyllic village in the Darent Valley..Steeped in history, Shoreham boasts a rich tapestry of tales that date back centuries. Evidence of its ancient past can be seen in the remnants of medieval buildings, charming old cottages, and the iconic Shoreham Castle. Take a stroll through the cobbled streets, and you’ll feel as though you’ve stepped back in time, with every corner revealing a story waiting to be told.

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Imagine keeping your balance while picking hops ten feet in the air..

Hop pickers on stilts in Faversham England 1920

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Superman meeting Santa is actually the cutest thing I've ever seen.

[ID: Pages from the Batman- Santa Claus: Silent Knight comic series. Superman has his laser vision activated and looks furious as he says, "You never said-- that you knew." His laser eyes disappear as he says with a stunned, almost stricken expression: "Santa."

A dragon can be seen in the background as he begins to float down and says, "Hi, sir, I'm--" Santa Claus says, "Kent. Rural route 38, Smallsville. You wrote me when you were six." Superman, surprised, asks, "Wow-- You remember that?" Santa replies, "You asked for 'a new coffee maker for Ma and Pa.' And something about how you thought coffee was yucky, but they love it."

Superman, touched, says, "I can't believe you read my letter..." In the background, the dragon is looking at them menacingly, and Blue Beetle shouts, "¡Eyyy! Supes! ¡Hola! Back here!" End ID]

Credit to @princess-of-purple-prose for the description. Thanks for writing this up! I didn’t think to add something like this but if it makes it more inclusive I’m happy to add it! Everyone deserves to see Supes being a cutie pie.

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Scotney Castle in Kent is a rare example of a moated manor house

[chiasfeu]

as a retired ff writer ive come out of hibernation bc the lack of smallville clark kent ffs is unacceptable tom welling is toooooo fine

sorry for all the grammatical errors i wrote this all at once and didn’t reread

part two

SECRET ADMIRER - clark kent x reader

Fumbling the lock of your locker, you sigh; you were on your fifth day at smallville high school and you weren’t ecstatic to say the least. After your dad had gotten into some legal trouble with LutherCorp your family had to move out of Metropolis to somewhere more safe.. more remote. Adjusting to the rural life of smallville had proven to be difficult and the people seemed strange. Slamming a fist against your locker you try again, meticulously turning the lock of the locker. Click. As you open the doors of the locker, a piece of paper slowly falls out.

Picking it up you read your name in bright red across the folded up piece of paper, you smile to yourself thinking, my very own secret admirer..

Maybe smallville won’t be so boring.

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Sipping on your coffee, you annotate your copy of the scarlet letter for English class. “Hey! y/n right?” A friendly voice calls out. You look up from your book, smiling. “Yeah! you must be Lana?” She nods, “I see your getting ready for the English exam, you need any help?” You glance at your book before starting, “I’m good for now.. I’ll let you know if I have any questions!” She smiles again before turning away to walk back behind the counter. Your eyes follow her as she talks to the costumers by the counter, they look familiar— a blonde girl with short wispy hair, and two other guys beside her.

You almost jump out of your own seat when you lock eyes with one of the boys, has he been looking at me this whole time? You think, embarrassed, quickly focusing on your book again. Although you’ve looked away you can still feel his gaze lingering on you.

“Hi.” You’re startled as you hear the voice, looking up at the boy that was staring at you from across the room. Before you can reply he starts, “You’re in my first period Bio class.. you know.. with Jenkins..” You blink, waiting for him to continue. He gulps, “uh well Jenkins is really tough.. and we have our first quiz next class so I was wondering if you would want any help….?” You smile sweetly, what is it with small town folks being so eager to help out? “Yeah I would really like that actually,” He smiles, almost in a relived way. “Great. You’re actually my new neighbor so I’ll just come over to help out,” He says before turning away. You cock your head to the side before saying, “Wait.” He turns around, facing towards you, “I never got your name,” you say.

“Clark Kent.”

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You’re sitting on your bed as you peer up at Clark while he explains how to convert moles into grams, “So you’re going to divide the number of particles by Avogrados number..” You yawn tuning him out, your eyes fall the paper that slipped out of your locker earlier today. I still haven’t read that note. You grab the note, opening it up, “y/n are you listening to me.” He says clearly frustrated. “Sorry Clark..” you say apologetically smiling, he notices the paper in your hands and nervously looks back up at you. “What is that?” He says, shifting around in his seat, looking intently at your face. You smile lightly, giggling, “It’s a letter from my secret admirer.” He visibly relaxes, “Oh.. I take it you like having one?” You nod shrugging, “makes smallville a lot more interesting than it could be.” He fake winces, “Smallville is a lot more interesting than you think.” You raise your eyebrows unconvinced, “Really? You’ll have to show me what’s so ‘interesting’ one day.” He smiles glancing down, “Maybe I will.”

You look at Clark’s notebook and your eyebrows furrow, the handwriting looking strikingly similar to the one in the note you found this morning. “Clark..” “Hm?” He looks up at you, “Do you possibly happen to know whoever wrote me that note?” He scratches his head, “No? Why would I?…” You shrug, “Just curious..” He awkwardly smiles before writing in his notebook again. You shift your position on your bed, scooting closer to him, “Clark, it’s ok you can tell me if you do know…” you bring your hand to his exposed forearm caressing it. He coughs before breathlessly stating, “I really don’t know who wrote it, y/n.” You push up against him, drawing circles up his arms, “Hm.. that really is too bad..” He swallows dryly, “yeah?” You nod slowly, “yeahhh.. I would’ve gone along with everything they wrote in that letter..” There’s a moment of silence as he looks at you. He shuts his eyes, sighing hard before confessing, “I wrote it.”

You grin mischeviously, running a hand through his hair, “You really didn’t have to lie, Clark..” He opens his eyes to look at you, his cheeks red from embarrassment, “y/n” “hmm?” You hum, tilting your head bringing your lips closer to his. He glances at them, sighing heavily before parting his lips to say something. He’s cut off by you pressing your lips against his, you feel his body relax into yours, his hands sliding up your back and his lips pushing deeper into the kiss. You pull away from the kiss, your hands holding Clark’s head; using your thumb you wipe lipstick off of Clark’s swollen lips as he looks at you longingly.

Yoau press your lips together, suppressing a giggle, “Hmm it’s getting late.. how about we pick back up tomorrow?”

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The gardens of historic Hever Castle are in their springtime glory.

Spring is sprung! Photo from Hever Castle, Kent.

The first Tulips burst into bloom in my garden about a week ago, and yesterday I spotted the first Bluebells.

It has been the wettest winter in Kent for nearly 200 years. It has also been one of the warmest.

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Polish neonazi who has spent their entire life in Canada and has never set foot on Polish soil: We Poles are just so glad that the evil Soviet Union is gone now so we can venerate our national hero, Władysław the Jew Smiter, without censorship.

Ordinary Polish guy: Idk man it kinda sucks that western financial firms came in and bought all our national industry and our social services are shit now and the picture of "upward mobility" offered to us is going to the UK and picking tomatoes in rural Kent while the inbred grandniece of the architect of the Bengal Famine films herself cracking a whip over our heads for her #girlboss motivational instagram account, and the main outlet for that frustration is catholic christofascism. Maybe it wasn't so bad before the fall of the SU (all of this is in polish so anglophones can't understand it and don't care to translate it)

smug liberal whitey, to me: Don't you hysterical darkies see? ex-soviet people are Glad the soviet union is gone! Look at what all polish people are saying, which in the english language is entirely sentiment one and not sentiment 2!

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one of the things I love about the SueprBat ship is that Bruce's most attractive feature, his wealth, has no affect on Clark

Clark Kent grew up in a small town in rural America. he is used to living without luxury and has no reason to seek it. add that to the fact that if Clark did want wealth and luxury, he could easily create his own. This is a man who can crush coal into diamonds, remember.

this is great for Bruce because it means that he can be secure in the knowledge that Clark loves him for him and not for his money.

this is also terrible for Bruce, because he does not know how to date someone without showering them with his wealth

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Leeds Castle in Kent sits on an island, in more of a lake than a moat.