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"The worst part about being strong is that no one ever asks if you're okay."
(Roleplay/Parody; not actually Tyler Hoechlin)
(Roleplay/Parody; not actually Tyler Hoechlin)
January 6, 2025 at 8:30 PM
< and his shoulders sag just a little.
“Sounds like a job for ‘Superman’,” he tells his mother with a wry smile. Clark leans down and places a kiss on each headstone, then steps back to take one last look before taking to the skies.
“Sounds like a job for ‘Superman’,” he tells his mother with a wry smile. Clark leans down and places a kiss on each headstone, then steps back to take one last look before taking to the skies.
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< and his shoulders sag just a little.
“Sounds like a job for ‘Superman’,” he tells his mother with a wry smile. Clark leans down and places a kiss on each headstone, then steps back to take one last look before taking to the skies.
“Sounds like a job for ‘Superman’,” he tells his mother with a wry smile. Clark leans down and places a kiss on each headstone, then steps back to take one last look before taking to the skies.
< govern.
Men who preyed upon women they should be protecting.
Monsters entrusted with the innocence of children.
It’s hard, even for him, to hope for a better tomorrow for humanity when he’s staring into the eyes of monsters.
Something catches his attention, >
Men who preyed upon women they should be protecting.
Monsters entrusted with the innocence of children.
It’s hard, even for him, to hope for a better tomorrow for humanity when he’s staring into the eyes of monsters.
Something catches his attention, >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< govern.
Men who preyed upon women they should be protecting.
Monsters entrusted with the innocence of children.
It’s hard, even for him, to hope for a better tomorrow for humanity when he’s staring into the eyes of monsters.
Something catches his attention, >
Men who preyed upon women they should be protecting.
Monsters entrusted with the innocence of children.
It’s hard, even for him, to hope for a better tomorrow for humanity when he’s staring into the eyes of monsters.
Something catches his attention, >
< “Sometimes I wonder if I’m even helping,” he confesses with a quiet sigh. “I don’t know how you guys can see the good in people.”
In his four years since donning the cape, he’d seen the worst in humanity.
Dictators building empires upon the bodies of the very people they >
In his four years since donning the cape, he’d seen the worst in humanity.
Dictators building empires upon the bodies of the very people they >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< “Sometimes I wonder if I’m even helping,” he confesses with a quiet sigh. “I don’t know how you guys can see the good in people.”
In his four years since donning the cape, he’d seen the worst in humanity.
Dictators building empires upon the bodies of the very people they >
In his four years since donning the cape, he’d seen the worst in humanity.
Dictators building empires upon the bodies of the very people they >
< thoughts. He can’t imagine ever being worthy of the moniker ‘Superman’. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, he thinks. >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< thoughts. He can’t imagine ever being worthy of the moniker ‘Superman’. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, he thinks. >
< reading the Daily Planet’s headlines and what they - or more specifically, Lois Lane the journalist - had taken to calling him when he dons the cape.
“Doesn’t feel right, considering…”
Again, his words trail off as he thinks better of finishing his >
“Doesn’t feel right, considering…”
Again, his words trail off as he thinks better of finishing his >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< reading the Daily Planet’s headlines and what they - or more specifically, Lois Lane the journalist - had taken to calling him when he dons the cape.
“Doesn’t feel right, considering…”
Again, his words trail off as he thinks better of finishing his >
“Doesn’t feel right, considering…”
Again, his words trail off as he thinks better of finishing his >
< double life as mild-mannered farmer Clark Kent and as ‘Superman’.
“I still feel ‘Superman’ is a bit much,” muses Clark out loud, a ghost of a smile upon his lips, his gaze now turned to his mother’s headstone. She would have gotten such a kick out of >
“I still feel ‘Superman’ is a bit much,” muses Clark out loud, a ghost of a smile upon his lips, his gaze now turned to his mother’s headstone. She would have gotten such a kick out of >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< double life as mild-mannered farmer Clark Kent and as ‘Superman’.
“I still feel ‘Superman’ is a bit much,” muses Clark out loud, a ghost of a smile upon his lips, his gaze now turned to his mother’s headstone. She would have gotten such a kick out of >
“I still feel ‘Superman’ is a bit much,” muses Clark out loud, a ghost of a smile upon his lips, his gaze now turned to his mother’s headstone. She would have gotten such a kick out of >
< “Vicky says I should get a dog,” he chuckles, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea with me doing the things I do.”
He does wonder briefly about how a dog would react to him living a >
He does wonder briefly about how a dog would react to him living a >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< “Vicky says I should get a dog,” he chuckles, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea with me doing the things I do.”
He does wonder briefly about how a dog would react to him living a >
He does wonder briefly about how a dog would react to him living a >
< headstone. “Even with the TV on.” He’d made a habit of turning on the TV set to his father’s favorite channel, even when no one was watching. It helps him stave off the melancholia, pretending as if his father was in the other room watching his favorite news pundits. >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< headstone. “Even with the TV on.” He’d made a habit of turning on the TV set to his father’s favorite channel, even when no one was watching. It helps him stave off the melancholia, pretending as if his father was in the other room watching his favorite news pundits. >
< their names. “Maybe I would have been quick enough to…”
His words trail off. It’s the same every year.
If only.
He could have.
He would have.
He should have.
“It’s still too quiet at the house,” Clark tells his father, his eyes shifting to Jonathan’s >
His words trail off. It’s the same every year.
If only.
He could have.
He would have.
He should have.
“It’s still too quiet at the house,” Clark tells his father, his eyes shifting to Jonathan’s >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< their names. “Maybe I would have been quick enough to…”
His words trail off. It’s the same every year.
If only.
He could have.
He would have.
He should have.
“It’s still too quiet at the house,” Clark tells his father, his eyes shifting to Jonathan’s >
His words trail off. It’s the same every year.
If only.
He could have.
He would have.
He should have.
“It’s still too quiet at the house,” Clark tells his father, his eyes shifting to Jonathan’s >
< worst had happened, and he wasn’t there to stop it.
By the time he found the wreck, there was nothing he could do but hold the charred, lifeless bodies of his mother and father.
“I should have been here,” he says quietly, forcing his gaze back to >
By the time he found the wreck, there was nothing he could do but hold the charred, lifeless bodies of his mother and father.
“I should have been here,” he says quietly, forcing his gaze back to >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< worst had happened, and he wasn’t there to stop it.
By the time he found the wreck, there was nothing he could do but hold the charred, lifeless bodies of his mother and father.
“I should have been here,” he says quietly, forcing his gaze back to >
By the time he found the wreck, there was nothing he could do but hold the charred, lifeless bodies of his mother and father.
“I should have been here,” he says quietly, forcing his gaze back to >
< One day, he heard his mother scream, and then…
Silence.
He was already soaring through the skies when he first heard Martha scream for her husband. Frost stung his eyes, but his tears flowed unbidden from fear and the foreboding sense that the >
Silence.
He was already soaring through the skies when he first heard Martha scream for her husband. Frost stung his eyes, but his tears flowed unbidden from fear and the foreboding sense that the >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< One day, he heard his mother scream, and then…
Silence.
He was already soaring through the skies when he first heard Martha scream for her husband. Frost stung his eyes, but his tears flowed unbidden from fear and the foreboding sense that the >
Silence.
He was already soaring through the skies when he first heard Martha scream for her husband. Frost stung his eyes, but his tears flowed unbidden from fear and the foreboding sense that the >
< mother rising from her favorite chair in the kitchen to comfort her husband, its weathered legs squeaking against the hardwood floor.
He could hear their hearts beating just a little bit quicker at the sight of one another, even after all these years. >
He could hear their hearts beating just a little bit quicker at the sight of one another, even after all these years. >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< mother rising from her favorite chair in the kitchen to comfort her husband, its weathered legs squeaking against the hardwood floor.
He could hear their hearts beating just a little bit quicker at the sight of one another, even after all these years. >
He could hear their hearts beating just a little bit quicker at the sight of one another, even after all these years. >
< The entire time he was away from the farm, he never felt alone, because even with the great distance between him and the Kents, he could hear them. He could hear his father lamenting about the meager harvest as he entered their modest home. He could hear his >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< The entire time he was away from the farm, he never felt alone, because even with the great distance between him and the Kents, he could hear them. He could hear his father lamenting about the meager harvest as he entered their modest home. He could hear his >
< he learned of his home world, its fate, and how he was its sole survivor.
He learned the truth about why he was so different from his friends despite seeming so… human.
He learned how to harness the powers gifted unto him by the Earth’s yellow sun. >
He learned the truth about why he was so different from his friends despite seeming so… human.
He learned how to harness the powers gifted unto him by the Earth’s yellow sun. >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< he learned of his home world, its fate, and how he was its sole survivor.
He learned the truth about why he was so different from his friends despite seeming so… human.
He learned how to harness the powers gifted unto him by the Earth’s yellow sun. >
He learned the truth about why he was so different from his friends despite seeming so… human.
He learned how to harness the powers gifted unto him by the Earth’s yellow sun. >
< that had been stowed away in the pod that brought him to this Earth, he trudged through frozen tundra and found what he sought: answers to questions he never even thought to ask.
Through a holographic simulacrum of his long-dead biological father, >
Through a holographic simulacrum of his long-dead biological father, >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< that had been stowed away in the pod that brought him to this Earth, he trudged through frozen tundra and found what he sought: answers to questions he never even thought to ask.
Through a holographic simulacrum of his long-dead biological father, >
Through a holographic simulacrum of his long-dead biological father, >
< unsteady. “Still hasn’t gotten any easier.”
His jaw tightens. He remembers the day as if it was yesterday.
He’d left the farm - left 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, really - to learn about his otherworldly origins. About the truth of where he had come from. Guided by the sunstone >
His jaw tightens. He remembers the day as if it was yesterday.
He’d left the farm - left 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, really - to learn about his otherworldly origins. About the truth of where he had come from. Guided by the sunstone >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< unsteady. “Still hasn’t gotten any easier.”
His jaw tightens. He remembers the day as if it was yesterday.
He’d left the farm - left 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, really - to learn about his otherworldly origins. About the truth of where he had come from. Guided by the sunstone >
His jaw tightens. He remembers the day as if it was yesterday.
He’d left the farm - left 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, really - to learn about his otherworldly origins. About the truth of where he had come from. Guided by the sunstone >
< as if to speak, but the words are lost from the tip of his tongue. Memories of better days - less lonely days - evoke a sense of melancholy that forces him to tear his gaze from their names etched in stone.
“Six years,” Clark says finally, his voice >
“Six years,” Clark says finally, his voice >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< as if to speak, but the words are lost from the tip of his tongue. Memories of better days - less lonely days - evoke a sense of melancholy that forces him to tear his gaze from their names etched in stone.
“Six years,” Clark says finally, his voice >
“Six years,” Clark says finally, his voice >
< Clark Kent, orphan son of Jonathan and Martha.
Thirty-one years ago today, they had found him in a cornfield, and took him in as one of their own.
“Hey Ma. Hey Pa,” he half whispers, as if concerned about waking them from their eternal slumber. He takes a breath, >
Thirty-one years ago today, they had found him in a cornfield, and took him in as one of their own.
“Hey Ma. Hey Pa,” he half whispers, as if concerned about waking them from their eternal slumber. He takes a breath, >
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
< Clark Kent, orphan son of Jonathan and Martha.
Thirty-one years ago today, they had found him in a cornfield, and took him in as one of their own.
“Hey Ma. Hey Pa,” he half whispers, as if concerned about waking them from their eternal slumber. He takes a breath, >
Thirty-one years ago today, they had found him in a cornfield, and took him in as one of their own.
“Hey Ma. Hey Pa,” he half whispers, as if concerned about waking them from their eternal slumber. He takes a breath, >