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*Shrnf…*

*Horace Turns His Handsome Snout To Face YOU*

Yet I don't think twice about prying one of my dog's jaws open to make them take their medication (just eat it when it's in the hot dog, Obi, ffs).

I like to imagine Bruce has regular realizations like this around Clark. He's reaching out and guiding Clark in a direction. He's grabbing a violently angry Clark by the shoulders to tell him to calm down. He's putting himself in Clark's space regularly, touching him, commanding him, arguing with him.

Bruce does something like grab Clark's arm to stop him from chasing after some villain and only afterwards realizes that Clark could have snapped his wrist like a dry twig. Bruce pushes him to sit down when he's injured and Clark just goes, even though Bruce watched him take an entire rocket to the chest without budging not a half-hour ago. Bruce prods at a bleeding gash and Clark just makes an unhappy sound and pouts at him instead of knocking the other man into next Sunday.

Clark lets him do it.

(and like, i don’t even want to be too dismissive about that; personally, i took my last bio class in tenth grade and i couldn’t have defined “hormone” either before like four years ago)

Oh if we're getting into the amount of biology misinfo needed for fatphobia to sustain itself, there's no end to it.

Me in 2016: I’m still salty about that

Yes, I was tearing through books constantly, and talking to this teacher at least weekly. Because even though I always loved reading as a kid, literature was always a very weak subject for me in terms of a teaching-to-standardized-test school setting (I just do awful on "what color were the curtains" type multiple choice questions. Those details don't stick in my memory THEY JUST DON'T). But that didn't matter for this class. I could just read my way out of any bad test score. I have always had fond memories of how I "fudged" my way through that class and "abused' the extra credit policy.