Soft Music Box

Clark Kent is the kind of guy to respond with “Ain’t nobody lookin at the damn dog” with heart eyes while accidentally logged into his official Superman account

The internet completely breaks, and people make the tweet into shirts. He is constantly faced with the most embarrassing mistake of his life. both in his civilian life and superhero life

                              Happy Pride Month of 2017!

Be happy. be proud. remember that you are valid. loved and amazing. never doubt yourself and never let others dictate your life and who you are. Be there for those who been there for you and remember that no matter who we love we will always stay us. (Love you lil cupcakes♥) oh yeah also @pale-silver-comb had one of her usual cute idea where Stiles buying pride sheets for him and Derek. Aka Bonus:

Clark was just watching the remains of the building that had collapsed when a sea of humans—his fellow reporters—came running toward him, despite their imbalance and comparative slowness, weaving around rubble in stiff shoes and heavy coats, clutching microphones and cameras to their chests.

They shouted his chosen name as they approached.

“Superman!”

“Superman, were there any fatalities?”

“Can the audience get a comment on the incident?”

“Superman, over here!”

He could not help smiling as he lowered himself the rest of the way to the ground.

Immediately they crowded around him in a dense, warm cluster of bodies and noise, each one trying to angle themselves nearest without actually touching him—though several did, briefly.

Clark’s smile widened.

Rao! They were adorable!

He could see every tiny movement inside them. The pull and release of tendons under soft, soft, soft skin. The frantic contractions of little hearts hammering away in narrow ribcages. Lungs filling and emptying and filling again.

He felt like he was drowning in kittens. Tiny baby kittens.

One of them shoved a microphone so close to his face it nearly bumped his chin. Clark went a little cross-eyed trying to focus on it before looking back down at the reporter holding it.

The man froze immediately under direct eye contact.

Clark has to hold himself back from squeezing his cheeks.

Batman was exhausted.

Most humans were exhausted all the time, he’d noticed. Their little bodies weren’t built well. Too much stress weakened them quickly. Bad sleep patterns. Poor nutrition. Everything hurt them.

Clark, naturally, lifted Batman to put him to rest in any nearby surface. He trashed in Clark’s arms initially but otherwise didn’t protest.

Batman was, to Clark, the equivalent of a particularly hostile alley cat. Tiny. Violent. Malnourished. Feral beyond belief.

And somehow convinced he could fight things thousands of times larger than himself.

Did Batman sometimes forgot that he was just as human and fragile as the villains in Gotham?

Well, no harm done. Clark was not interested in fighting Batman at all.

i know i hurt you, tony. i guess i thought... by not telling you about your parents i was sparing you, but… i can see now i was really sparing myself.

made for @lightsonparkave round 65 – lies

it's a deal

all that you suffered, all the disease; you couldn't hide it, hide it from me

a bouquet of krypton roses for his kryptonian.

it's a deal

When you spend the day in the sun or get sunburnt, your skin actually smells different. It smells different for a while, too. I think that Clark, someone who spends as much time as possible in the sun, definitely has that smell.

When he first notices the smell of Clark's skin, something unfamiliar and warm, the smell of the sky and sun, he can't stop thinking about it. It's something unlike anything he's used to, warm and comforting. Sharp in a way that's new.

He relishes in every piece of clothing Clark leaves behind or that he steals borrows because that scent that is just so Clark lingers in the fabric. He can't get enough of it, and he can't figure it out. He can't find that smell anywhere else, in any soap or cologne. It's not Clark's soap(he checked), so that smell is just him. Purely Clark.