BE A MAN

to have received it:

what the fuck?!

that was … weird.

what do you think you’re doing?!

do it again, jerk.

i love you.

someone could have seen us!

your girlfriend / boyfriend / etc. could have seen!

soo … your place or mine? 

when did you last brush? 

i think i’m gonna throw up … 

we can’t do this.

what took you so long?

to have given it:

10 out of 10, right?

please don’t hit me.

i think i swallowed your gum … 

that wasn’t as good as i thought it’d be, sorry.

i need you.

don’t send me home.

i’ve wanted to do that for years / months / weeks / hours.

god, you’re beautiful / handsome.

please say something.

you can tell me if you never wanna see me again.

you are single, right?

i’m sorry.

Feel free to change pronouns or restructure sentences as needed.

“No music!”

“Show me what you got. I’ll be your first audience.”

“You know better than to be here in this place!”

“Never name a street dog. They’ll follow you forever.”

“Never mention that man! He’s better off forgotten.”

“Remind me how I know you..?”

“I have a feeling this has something to do with you.”

“I thought it might have been one of those made-up things that adults tell kids… like vitamins.”

“That devil box tells you nothing but lies!”

“Well. You’re cursed.”

“Two seconds and you already break your promise!”

“Don’t make this hard. You go home my way, or no way.”

“That’s illegal?”

“I can help you! You can help me! We can help each other… but, most importantly, you can help me!”

“Muy guapo, eh?”

“That… was a lie. I apologize for that.”

“Come! I need your eyes.”

“That bum! Who doesn’t show up to his own rehearsal?”

“I… don’t want to talk about it…”

“This is why I don’t like musicians… bunch of self-important jerks!”

“Who doesn’t like a visit from Cousin [Name]?”

“Ohh, that’s such a sweet sentiment… at such a bad time!”

“Give me your best grito! Come on, yell! Belt it out!”

“This nonsense ends NOW, [Name]!”

“Why can’t you be on my side? That’s what family’s supposed to do– support you.”

“I’m a big fan! You mind if I…?”

“With a talent like yours? How could I not listen?”

“I hope you die very soon.”

“Look, I don’t want to fight about it. I just want you to make it right.”

“Hate me if you want, but my mind is made up.”

“You poisoned me.”

“How could you? You took everything away from me!”

“Success doesn’t come for free, [Name]. You have to be willing to do whatever it takes to seize your moment.”

“We’re… family?”

“How many times must I turn you away? I want nothing to do with you!”

“You leave me alone with a child to raise and I’m just supposed to forgive you?”

“This is my fault, not yours. I’m sorry, [Name].”

“I can’t forgive you. But I will help you.”

“THAT’S for murdering the love of my life!”

“I’m the love of your life?”

“We’re both out of time.”

the toxic thoughts of an overachiever

@luthcrborn​

“Hello Lena.”

The CADMUS queen had a dainty little smile on her face as she approached the adoptive brat that her husband decided to pick up from the trash. Then, to find out that this was no ordinary brat, but one born out of Lionel’s affair…. It was easy to say that Lillian hated Lena.

She didn’t believe that the younger woman deserved the Luthor name— it wasn’t like the younger had ever done something truly extraordinary. She was always simple, choosing cozy comfort over the pampered lifestyle that they could have.

Even Lex had abandoned her in the end, once the madness took him full circle. From being Superman’s best friend, and oh god the thought of that still made her shudder, to almost killing the alien himself. Lex had been her greatest miracle.

And now he was gone.

She needed to focus on what was left though. Perhaps there was still hope for this… This businesswoman. Okay, Lillian could appreciate that part of her at least. Perhaps she’d see the benefits, the corporal pay in getting aliens out of the way, the dental insurance. Lillian snorted at the thought of Lena’s reaction to that.

“When I talk to you, I expect to be listened to.” Lillian warned the brat. “And I expect you to listen, very carefully now dear.” She leaned forward.

❝ Mother. ❞

      Lena responded looking over at her mother for just a moment before returning to her work on the computer on her lap. She was simple trying to get work done on the comfort of the couch in her office. There was a reason she had bought it for her office in the first place? Why couldn’t she just allow her some piece and quite for once? 

The two always bumped head with another, from the moment she came into the home which at a young age she didn’t understand why but as a mature adult understood that her existence alone made Lillian’s heart the size of the Grinch’s at the beginning of the movie. Silly, the thought of her being alive made Lillian so wicked, what power she had by simply being her father’s daughter.

If she wasn’t paying attention the work before her she would of surely rolled her eyes at the words of the elder. As if she where still a child who couldn’t listen to her mother while she worked on things most likely much more important than the spilled hatred that was to spill from her lips. Still she wondered why she even bothered to call her mother, or why Lillian allowed it if she hated her so much.

❝Ah, daughter. Glad to have your PRECIOUS attention at last.❞

         Lillian could not help but roll her eyes, a heated glare in the visage of the elder Luthor woman. Why it was always so difficult to procure the attention of her very...adequate daughter? She gave it out freely to others. Supergirl, for instance. The impudence!

            ❝I do not recall anything of the sort.❞ She dismissed the notion with a wave of her hand.  ❝You were four when you came to us, dear. And you were always on about that precious mother of yours, one you needlessly begged to return.❞ 

        Another backhanded insult. Once again, Lena’s office would turn into a war zone for one of Lillian’s games.

        ❝Anyhow, Lena dear. I’ve come to play chess and share some exciting news.❞  Lillian brushed off whatever might have held the good Luthor’s attention with a glare. ❝That is, if you have the time for our little game.❞