#(for clark)

(tbh i just wanna see hot punk old man don pauly wolly my beloved)

Never forget that I'm here to rip your heart.

For real, I got a bit over excited with this one... But thank you so much Anon for the ask, it gaves me the opportunity to draw adult Clark and... Well... He's hot.

She’d be pissed about being stood up ( again ) if it wasn’t pretty much the norm by now. And if it didn’t mean that when she showed up for work the next day, the now-familiar brew of apology coffee would be sitting at her desk across from him. Caroline smiled as she set her jacket down, picking up the mug to take a sip, her eyes closing. When they opened a moment later, she instinctively scanned the room looking for him, gaze settling on where he was getting chewed out by White. He was nodding, shoulders slightly slumped, head dipped ---- every once in awhile he’d reach up to push his glasses up the bride of his nose. Like she always did, she scanned him for injuries, already knowing that she’d find none. Not when he was literally impenetrable, that was. By the time he made his way back over, she was already halfway finished with the coffee, eyes lifting to meet his over the top of her computer as he sat down. ❝ Kent, ❞ She greeted, the same tone she’d used since she’d first been seated across from him. ❝ You might wanna be careful with him you know, ❞ She nodded towards Perry. ❝ Pretty sure he eats farm boys for breakfast. ❞          

Some of the first pictures I’ve ever taken of Clark...he’s just a baby...can you believe 8 years have passed by so fast? I know I can’t...

Guys I do my best to keep this blog positive. Whenever I have someone tell me they love my blog and how positive it is it fills me with so much pride and joy...but the truth is right now I need to vent and it’s probably going to be depressing. Hell I’m crying just typing this out.

Clark hasn’t been acting himself lately. I’m going to take him to the vet. While I’m pretty sure it has to do with him missing Tyson, at 8 years old I want to make absolutely sure everything is going ok with him.

I was so elated to reach 8 years with him this month...but since that anniversary not a day has passed by where I don’t think about the fact that, at 8 years old, I have to be forced to realize that with each passing moment my time with Clark is rapidly drawing to a close.

I don’t know how to describe it...I love all of my animals so dearly...but Clark is special. Always has been. The best way I can describe it is that he is my soulmate in animal form. So many nights I’ve snuggled him and wished and prayed and hoped that there was some magical way I could tie his lifespan to mine so that we would never experience a moment without the other in this world. I have never felt a bond with another animal that comes close to the bond and the love I feel for Clark. I’m terrified of the knowledge that soon I’ll be thrown into a world where Clark no longer exists. It’s a world that’s cold, unfamiliar, and frightening to me. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I wish we could spend the rest of our lives side by side and never apart.