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ms-demeanor · 7 months

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sex work is work, no problem with that, but spamming sex work absolutely everywhere now is not okay. bot or not, it is not okay to shove your probably fake/stolen tits or ass into everyone's face even where kids are. it is absolutely the lowest, cheapest trash doing that. are these people showing their barely covered up pussy to school kids on the street to maybe get a customer? because they are doing exactly that on the internet. if you cant find customers and need to lower yourself to std ridden junkey trash standards who missed the way and entitled themselves to begging for money outside trash town, zero support from me!

Yeah you really sound like someone who supports sex workers. That's what I always think when I hear people using words like "disease-ridden" and "junkie" - 'wow, that person must be SUCH an ally. braver than any US marine, thank you for your service, person who believes sex work is work but thinks STIs or drug addiction are 'trash'.'

So, point by point:

It's not absolutely everywhere. You don't see people trying to link their onlyfans on facebook most of the time (i've actually never seen it but i could believe it is happening, though it's not common because FB has real-name policies that are unfriendly to sex workers). You're unlikely to see fansly links as sidebar ads on cspan. People aren't linking their pages in the amazon reviews. You're seeing it "everywhere" because you're not going anywhere. Tell me you spend all your time on two to three platforms without telling me you spend all your time on two to three platforms. Instagram, tiktok, twitter, and tumblr are full of people who are promoting all kinds of brands and one of those kinds of brands is sex work.

Those are also all platforms that have age restrictions and behavior standards, and of all of them tumblr is the one that has the history of being the most openly sexual and the least connected to legal identities. People are linking to their diy porn because of the culture of these websites both currently and historically. I once posted a video on this website of me bringing myself to orgasm in a public bathroom stall then inserting a dildo into my vagina before I went on stage and performed a set with my band. I did it for free and for fun five years ago, the week before the porn ban hit.

What I'm saying here is that the culture of this website has a much longer history of openness about sex and sexuality and the visual presentation of sex than it does of being full of people who think teens shouldn't see nipples. This is an *extremely* reasonable place to post information linking to porn that you make and to use cute pictures of yourself to do so.

It's also really easy to tell that these people aren't bots or using stolen images because the whole point of the live platform is that you can click through and go talk to them. Strange Aeons did just that and you can see what happened. (click on that video for a fun cameo at 6:04) Turns out live users are just a bunch of people (not networks stealing images the way that actual porn *bots* on tumblr do) and the ones who are trying to do sex work on the live platform itself get banned.

But also kids too young to see the occasional boob shouldn't be on tumblr! (like, seriously, define kids. what age is too young to see the kinds of images allowed by the tumblr live tos? how about the ones banned by the tumblr live tos? How old should you have to be before someone shows you an ahegao face on a hoodie in public? What should the punishment be for the ahegao fashionistas for exposing six year olds to anime tongues? What should the minimum age be to go on the beach and see men in speedos? Fifteen, or is that still abusive to children? Maybe we should make it twenty to be safe, or better yet why don't we make it twenty AND ban speedos? this is what you sound like, you fucking asshole). Tumblr has age limits and people under that age limit shouldn't be looking at most things on this website. A smiling woman in a bikini top or a dude with his abs out are fucking nothing compared to the kind of damage you personally and specifically are trying to inflict with your shitty ideas.

Posting t&a on tumblr is not at all comparable to doing street level work and soliciting children for a number of reasons, but I'd just like to really take the time to point out that you just compared the profile pics on tumblr live to sexually soliciting a child. You literally did the "x group i hate are pedophiles" thing, which is exactly why it's such a huge problem that any and all types of nudity have been stigmatized online. We have created an entirely new paradigm of "pedophile" that means "existed around a child while wearing tight pants." You are such a fucking clueless, sanctimonious pile of shit that you can't even see that that's what you're doing. This is literally, exactly kink at pride discourse.

And that's even if I grant you that these people are posting t&a! Go look at the live leaderboards, you don't have to accept the ToS to see the leaderboards! We are talking about *at most* saucy pin-up levels of eroticism. I have seen fucking holiday cards with more visible cleavage than any of the top 200 tumblr live streamers right now.

The only thing in your final sentence that makes any sense is that you are positioning tumblr as trash town.

Yeah. I'm actually not at all impressed by tumblr recently and that has a lot more to do with the influx or resurgence of nuance-allergic, anti-sex, whiny shits like you than it does with a banner that i can scroll past in a quarter of a second.

I want people reading this to really, really sit down and think about what they're calling assault or hypersexualiztion or whatever. We are talking about profile pictures. You are so offended by a bar of 4 profile pictures at the top of your dash that you're comparing regular ass humans (some of whom are sex workers and some of whom are just streamers who took thirst trap selfies) to the real life solicitation and abuse of children.

TOUCHING GRASS IS NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU PLEASE GO INTERACT WITH ACTUAL REAL HUMANS WHO DON'T KNOW WHAT DASHCON OR MILKSHAKE DUCK ARE. YOU ARE CRITICALLY INTERNET POISONED AND IF YOU TALKED TO SOMEONE AT THE DMV AND DESCRIBED IT AS ASSAULTING CHILDREN TO HAVE SOMEONE IN A BIKINI ON A BILLBOARD THEY WOULD IMMEDIATELY BEGIN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET AWAY FROM YOU. THINK OF THIS POST AS THE CARBON MONOXIDE DETECTOR TELLING YOU THAT THE SHADOWS YOU'RE SEEING AREN'T ACTUALLY DEMONS BUT THAT YOU ARE GOING TO REALLY REGRET IT IF YOU DON'T GO OUTSIDE.

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homochadensistm · 2 months

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it's so wild because ppl on here will call you a racist and send you death threats if you say rape denier Bisan is a hamasnik influencer, not a journalist, but if you cite a source of Israeli journalism it's fake genocidal propaganda.

People need to ask themselves 2 very simple questions:

why havent ANY of these """journalists""" cover, talk about or ever mentioned the We Want To Live protests (or ANY anti hamas sentiment in the strip)? These were huge movements that rocked the entire strip.

why havent ANY of them covered humanitarian aid theft by hamas (or the plethora of human rights abuses hamas has engaged in since 2007)? theres tons of vids documenting this, tons of gazans spoke publicly abt this, why havent they?

These ppls social medias are completely public, going back years and years and years. We can take Bisan as just a simple example - her personal fb acc (not the PR pages or profiles, her actual acc) is very active throughout every single month of every year, except for the months when Interesting Things(TM) happen in the strip. If you go back to March 2019, which is when the We Want To Live movement kicked off, she goes silent 1 day b4 the protests pick up, and reappears long after the protests were brutally shut down. If you go back to early February of the same year, when the hashtag WeWantToLive (بدنا نعيش#) was being posted by every other person of her age group in the strip, her fb (and Instagram) was completely inactive. Same for October 7th - goes dark literally 3-4 days before it happens, reappears near the end of January, probably because of her newly acquired ""journalist""" status. Like you have to be purposefully stupid and clinically blind not to realize who these ppl actually are.

#israel #palestine #bisan ouda #wizard bisan

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kaiyonohime · 2 years

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Warning to fiber sellers

This is a summary post that is out of date. I have a pinned post that is up to date with the facts here. More has happened since this post was written.

This is a warning to ALL fiber sellers online, especially those who sell via sites like Facebook.

In recent months there has been some drama that a seller named Sherry Tenney/Sherry Vondorp has been taking money and not sending product or sending the wrong product. She’s been doing this for years, and to the scope of $15,000+ USD. People who had been scammed by her connected and started comparing stories, and then discovering just how long it’s been going on and that she’s still doing it.

Sherry Tenney’s confirmed know aliases and the names she goes by (she changes her name frequently on social media):

Sherry Tenney

Vondorp Sherry

Sherry Vondorp

Lee Giltay

Sara Rudacille

Sherry Lee Price

Sherry Tenney Giltay

At first, that’s all it was. She would send out some fleece/fiber, but maybe not all, and then, in the past few years, frequently none at all. She would claim all sorts of reasons, like the post office lost hundreds of packages in a year, and other vague hand wavy excuses. The main issue is that she was violently aggressive toward people who inquired about where their product was. As in death threats aggressive. Long, ranting threats about shooting them in fields and feeding them to her pigs threats. There are videos. They are disturbing.

Well, a group called ‘Demon Trolls’ on Ravelry was discussing this and encouraging her to refund or send out the purchased product. The group ‘Demon Trolls’ keeps track of problematic sellers in the fiber community so that people can be warned. Sellers that take money and don’t send product, sellers that are falling months behind in shipping, and sellers that are not sending the product that was purchased. The group keeps tabs, they don’t actively pursue action of any sort, but they let customers share complaints and stories and keep track of the unfolding situations.

Well, Sherry Tenney/Sherry Vondorp has been... unique. Instead of offering fake apologies (something that is frequently done), or cleaning up her act and running her business professionally (something that genuinely does happen at times as well, sometimes sellers just underestimate how hard it is to run a business at times), she doubled down on the aggression. There are hour long videos threatening to shoot and kill people from the group, and former customers simply for complaining about not receiving purchased goods. There has been bizarre stories about ‘microburst tornadoes’ killing her sheep and her leaving them in the field to rot for days on end, her having bears coming to kill her sheep because she leaves them out all night long, her having birthing season go on for months because she just keeps rams in the herd and doesn’t keep track of breeding.

I could go on. The woman is... unhinged is the only polite way to put it.

It also came out within the past few days that it’s more than just her scamming people. It turns out what her and a group of about 25 others would do is go to sellers pages on FB, black the mods and admins, and then tell the others that she sold fleece for cheaper and better quality than them. She would poach the customers from small farms, and her and others would purposefully repeatedly report the small farm and their page to get it taken down so they couldn’t sell at all.

Then, when the farm was desperate, some of these small sellers have reported more than a 50% drop in income when she has done this, she would buy the fleeces at cheaper prices from them, mark them up, and then ‘resell’ them, frequently to the customers she lured away. Given that she would frequently sell the same fleece to multiple people and never ship it, it was a way for her to get a ton of sales with little to no overhead herself.

She, working in tandem with another woman, would keep passing emails back and forth with customers until the window to file a chargeback would close, and then she would send disgusting messages to the customer and block them.

If you have a Ravelry account, this has all been compiled for viewing here. I do warn you, the videos are unnerving and I could barely stomach just reading the transcripts.

The discussion about what is going on with Sherry Tenney/Sherry Vondorp is here. I am warning you, it is currently at 300 pages of discussion. A lot has happened in just the past few months. It is insane.

Please reblog this so other fiber sellers know to watch out for her, and to be warned about what she is doing. She is purposefully destroying businesses for her own profit.

Edit:

I am editing the original post and adding this update. Sherry Tenney/Sherry Vondorp tries to avoid notice by frequently changing her name on Facebook (where she tries to do business via messenger only so as to avoid having a paper trail), as well as the names of her businesses. She is trying to rely on people not knowing the names of her accounts, and there are many, and then being scammed.

Sherry Tenney frequently goes by the name Sherry Vondorp (her grandmother’s maiden name). She will also use other aliases connected to either other family member’s names or the names of former husbands that she legally held at one point.

On Facebook her groups are:

Farmlife in the country

RAW WOOL 4 ALL selling buying group USA

Tenneys Fibers and raw wool buyers group

Fiber sellers

The Cashmere Turtle luxury fiber affordable prices

The Dye house and Mrs Tuttle country fiber arts (community)

On Instagram her account is:

Marylandlongwool

Although, as I said before, she frequently changes the names of her shops on Facebook. It is not unusual for her to change her name or her shop names multiple times a month in an attempt to avoid them and herself being noticed. So please, be very careful when buying fleece over social media and in social media communities. Tenney has also sold fleece in Dirty Fleece, Done Dirt Cheap in the past as well. People have reported that the fleeces they have received from her at times have been absolutely riddled with moth larvae and moths in the past, so if you have ever received anything from her please check to make sure it was quarantined from the rest of your stash.

If you are a seller and have been contacted by her, please be sure to get full payment upfront. Multiple sellers are reporting that they have done business with her and she has either refused to pay or reversed the charges once the product has been received. She is a thief, this cannot be stressed enough at this time.

Edit:

Sherry Tenney/Sherry Vondorp works very closely with a woman named Suzanne Smith Collier who actively helps her with her scam, and helps her do damage to other small fiber sellers online. We do not know if Suzanne shares in the profits from this scam, but she is a documented participant in it. She will actively help run out the refund clock for customers who email about orders they have not received, and will block people the instant the refund clock is over.

Suzanne Smith Collier Etsy is ‘FinerThanFroggyHair’, formerly ‘Spinning Yarns & Weaving Tall Tails’. Her FB group is ‘Finer Than Frog’s Hair’.

Pleased be warned about her as well.

Also, as a reminder, please do not harass anyone online, and especially not in real life. Sherry Tenney/Sherry Vondorp has once again posted another message about having guns and threatening to shoot people. The woman should be considered extremely unstable and very dangerous. She sometimes teaches classes on her farm, and I would not sign up for those even as a joke. No one wants to see anyone physically hurt in real life.

#sherry tenney #fiber sellers #fleece sellers #please be warned about what this woman is doing #sherry vondorp #fleece scam warning #Suzanne Smith Collier scam artist warning

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effinbirds · 2 months

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Hey my dude is the effin birds FB actually you?

I have a Facebook page for Effin' Birds, it's https://www.facebook.com/effinbirds

I schedule comics to it when I'm adding stuff to other platforms, though I rarely post directly or find myself in the comments. There are also posts from the nice folks that run my store.

I was a little more active there last week because I added most of my 2024 appearances as Facebook events.

I know there are a lot of imitators and fakes out there. I keep an updated list at effinbirds.com under "read the comic".

If you find fakes out there, please send an email to [email protected].

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angelfirewalker · 6 days

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When I hit the year of my 50th birthday back in 2013... I embarked upon an artistic project of taking a self-portrait every day.... it lasted 4 years in the end, 2013 - 2016. It was all smoke and mirrors, I don't look that good in real life. It's amazing what you can do with makeup and wigs.

I also had regrets of Not having more photos from my youth in the 80s, when I ran away from every camera sadly.

I recently looked back on this project. There I discovered I was already channelling the DT Crowley and the Good Omens TV show before it even existed...lol

Some of the red wigs, there were a lot more photos, but you can see them on the videos.

Crowley really is not sure... lol... don't worry dear, I have lost the plot! I am rambling!

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The videos got better, year by year so starting with year 3.

Well, my 60s look from 2014. Lol.

As a Theatrical costume person, I had a box of sunglasses and wigs to play with, along with loads of make-up.

Back in the 80s, I wanted some sunglasses that Boy George and his mate Marilyn wore in many colours... with side bits that remind me of Crowley's now... I had to wait until they came back due to Steam Punks.

I like Crowley's better than the 80s now.

(Question... Why does Crowley's snake move up and down his face in season 2... has it sauntered , vaguely downwards?)

Each day I never knew what I was going to do... I really believe ideas hover in the ether... and that's why at times people have similar ideas or influences. Don't ask me how or why... it just is!

I used many angelic things , such as feathers and wings, I also had the fake tattoos on my face... stars and black feathers with crows. Black feather and Angel necklaces, Beelzebub and Eric eyelashes, Then we have Eve eating the apple, I don't like red apples lol. We have a globe, the 1941 hat... Good Omens was so going to appeal to me, wasn't it?

I want that hat.... always wanted a hat like that, since I saw David Bowie's hats in The Man who fell to Earth.

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I asked Daniel Ash of Bauhaus/ Love and Rockets/ Tones on Tail if I could use his music to use on the YouTube videos, which he gracefully allowed. Always be grateful for that. Thank you, Mr Ash.... My original Crowley influence, but that essay is coming.

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Year 4 of the arty project is on my arty FB page, but I used a friend's music, which I am not so keen on now, and I need to redo with Daniel Ash music... as it works better for me.... and keeps to the theme.

I got carried away and got very arty with this one.... which is a mish mash of the images.

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Hope you enjoy my ramblings. It's good to get that off my mind's hard drive...

Next!

What will I compare Good Omens to next? Who the hell knows? Not me?

Link to my Arty FB page.

#good omens #neil gaiman #crowleygoodomens #demon crowley #good omens crowley #good omens s2 #anthony j crowley #aj crowley #david tennant #david bowie #self portrait #daniel ash #boy george and marilyn #80s #Youtube

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deedala · 8 months

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🌱Macy's Tag Game Twosday🌿 (x2 actually because i have some other tag games i need to catch up on and im mashing them all togther in one post) so thank you for tagging me to play one or more of these following tag games!! @celestialmickey @crossmydna @mmmichyyy @creepkinginc @lingy910y @energievie @suzy-queued @metalheadmickey @mickeysgaymom @ardent-fox @m4ndysk4nkovich @rereadanon @mikhailoisbaby @tanktopgallavich @scurvgirl 💖💖💖 name: deanna🌱

your birthday: Nov 17

where in the world are you? O Hi O 🌽

when did you join tumblr? 2011

do you have any sideblogs? yeah not very active though

mobile or desktop? both both both

your perfect sleeping conditions: 70 degrees, flannel comforter, face mask and bonnet, cozy sweatshirt and socks. Yes i sleep in fuzzy socks dont at me.

a movie you think everyone should see at least once: hmmm... The Fall (2006)

what shoes do you wear the most often? slip on sneakers

describe your keys to me: key to my house with a pink cover, key to my parents house with no cover, my car key, my husbands spare car key, a loop wrist strap made from a piece of a limited run woven baby wrap design that was dedicated to the FB babywearing group i helped found like 8 million years ago, and my red wallet attached by TWO carabiners because listen you just never know when you'll need a second carabiner. Also i have a picture of my kids in the little wallet window where you're supposed to put your ID (ig?) 😊

find the book closest to you. turn to page 7. what’s the 7th word? "was"

what’s your favorite snack? popcorn

one of your aspirations: inner peace

and finally, tell me a random fact about yourself: ive been white water rafting a few times. as a youth...i dont think i'd ever go again though lol

rest of the tag games under the cut!

next up this picrew

(i need a fucking hair cut)

Favorites Collage: (as always my favorites change based on mood and day but these are pretty common favorites!!)

animal: house finch movie: The Fall (2006) season: autumn character: today right now its Mickey color: mint hobby: vidja gams book: The Masked Empire by Patrick Weekes song: The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel drink: lemonade

and finally... this or that? ABO or Soulmates // fake dating or secret dating // fix-it or post-canon // mutual pining or friends-to-lovers // slow burn or angst // smut or romance // Reality TV au or Porn au //Enemies to lovers or Enemies to friends to lovers // Domestic Fluff or Hurt/Comfort // Coffee Shop au or College au // one-shot or multi-chapter // Crossover or canon compliant // mpreg or adoption // online romance or workplace romance // single parent au or sports au // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au i was thinking of picking fix-it..but i think the fix-it type things i usually end up reading fall more under AU canon divergent rather than what is probably simply fix-it. also excuse me but smut IS romantic imo lolol. also also slow burn tends to be angsty so i felt like i could secretly pick both of those by picking slow burn haha.

and okay time to tag some nuggets to do any or all of these games!! 😆 Everyone up top + @harrowhark-a-vagrant @michellemisfit @too-schoolforcool @juliakayyy @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @callivich @thepupperino @transmickey @grumble-fish @gardenerian @imikhailo @jrooc @milkmaidovich @grossmickey @sleepyfacetoughguy @themarchg1rl @sickness-health-all-that-shit @babygirlmickey @sweetbee78 @xninetiestrendx @vintagelacerosette @purplemagpie @squidyyy23 @sirrudo @alihendrjx + anyone else seeing this and wanting to play a thing 😋

#tag game tuesday #tag game #picrew

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duckingwriting · 8 months

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What's this? Another NEW fic in less than 24 hours? Why yes. Yes it is.

In a FB group, someone made a comment about these two dating when Clark doesn't know Batman's secret identity. And I love fake relationships sooo...

Rating: Explicit Category: M/M Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Superman All Media Types(not really based in any one verse) Relationship: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Martha Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, other's mentioned Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Secret Identity, finding out about secret identity, Secret Identity Revealed, Pining, friends(kinda) to lovers Words: 4,691

For those that like reading on AO3, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I appreciate the hits and here is your link.

For those that don't the story is bellow the cut!

It was supposed to be simple. Just publicity. Playboy Bruce Wayne and the man of steel Superman. And Wayne had agreed to it. He had smiled and laughed when it was proposed to him. It rubbed Clark wrong to be used that way. To be nothing more than another notch in the pile of Wayne flings was not something the boy from Kansas had ever planned for himself. But Clark had agreed. When he had brought it up to the League he had expected the dark knight of Gotham to list logical reasons not to...but when Clark had turned his blue eyes to him the bat was surprised.

"Why would I say no?" Batman had growled in the voice that always sent a shiver down Clark's spine. Clark had always hoped for a closer relationship with the secretive man, they worked well together. Clark had grown to look forward to his dry wit. He knew it was one sided. Knew the other man would never actually see him the way he wanted to be seen. But it had still hurt so damn much to be told that he should date, even fake date, someone else.

With Batman in agreement to the plan the rest of the league agreed easily enough so the whirlwind affair between the man of steel of Metropolis and the most eligible bachelor playboy of Gotham City.

According to the tabloids it started like all affairs between a superhero and civilian always did. A rescue with some extra chemistry. So when Bruce Wayne got himself being held up for ransom, instead of Batman saving the day, Superman swooped in. Clark made sure Lois and Jimmy were in position to capture the picture of him swooping in and holding Bruce in his arms. He was surprised by how well the other man fit, almost as surprised by the muscle he could feel beneath the suit. He supposed given the active sex life the other man had it made sense that he would be developed.

They both pretended not to know about the cameras pointed at them when Superman landed and placed the billionaire on his own feet. Bruce Wayne's hands had trailed over Clark's shoulders and chest as he thanked him for the save.

Clark swore he would not be an actual notch in the man’s bed post. Just one in the tabloids.

He silently swore to write a lengthy apology letter to Ma and Pa.

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Clark held the billionaire close, as he stared down at him. The noise of the gala disappearing into the back of his mind. The only thing he could focus on was pressing his mouth against the other man's again. So Clark did it again. The first kiss had been instigated by Bruce. Really it had been such a soft gentle touch. Barely even though in reality. Just enough to give the tabloids more to talk about with superman attending Bruce Wayne's party of the year. But the smooth touch had lit something deep in Clark's soul.

Clark tangled his fingers into Bruce's dark locks and held him close. Lights flashed and Clark knew they would make the front page. That was the goal after all. But he wanted more. Spending time with Bruce, Clark was starting to wonder if being a notch in his bed post would be such a horrible idea.

"Well well well," Bruce grinned up at him with a too bright smile. "Here I thought you weren't going to give into me."

"I still haven’t." Clark countered. But he let his hands slide down and groped the Billionaire. Bruce rocked his hips forward against Clark and Clark had to close his eyes to remind himself that he was in his super suit and it did not hide much.

Then there was a scream. Clark's head jerked away as he focused in on the sound. "I have to go."

"Go save the innocent. Maybe there will be a reward for you tonight." Bruce gave him a last kiss for the reporters before Clark left with only a light breeze and the paparazzi pictures as the only proof he had ever been there.

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"Are you okay, Batman?" Clark hovered near the other man's side where they say in the infirmary.

"I'll be fine." Batman answered watching as Oliver Queen finished getting patched up.

"If you take off the armor I could take a look?" Clark offered looking at Gotham knight. If he didn't know better Clark would swear that the other man had some kind of heat vision from the glare directed at him.

"I don't need your help." Batman stated firmly and Clark sighed but let it drop. He was not sure what he was expecting, it wasn't like Batman ever really gave him the time of day. Instead he turned xray vision on the other members of the team without lead lined suits to check and make sure all broken bones were being attended to. He had been hoping to talk to the man enough to convince him to help Clark get out of his fake relationship with Bruce Wayne but he figured now was probably not the time for it to happen. He rolled his shoulders instead.

"Don't you have a date tonight?" Hal grinned from where he stood against the counter tossing a glass of some liquid back and forth. "How is the little rich brat?"

Clark rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. "It was the Gala. I left him there. There were photographs."

Diana narrowed her eyes on him and Clark was forced to look away from her. He knew it would not end well for him if she got suspicious. She always seemed to know him better than he knew himself. It was not that he did not want to face the feelings he was developing for the other man. He just did not want to face the heartbreak that he knew would be coming.

"Are you gonna take him home to the farm?" Hal laughed as Barry came up and snatched the jar from him, setting it aside before he could do something stupid like drop it.

Clark blinked at the other man. It was completely ridiculous. The image of billionaire Bruce Wayne in Smallville Kansas. Sipping coffee and talking to Ma and Pa at their worn kitchen table. Clark grinned, it was perfect. He did not have to be the one to break it off with Bruce before his heart got too tangled up with the man. He could get the other man to do it. "Maybe I will."

Rendering Hal speechless was glorious. Clark turned to Batman, hoping to see his lips twitch slightly as he often did when he was impressed with something Clark did. But the bat was gone. Clark's shoulders slumped slightly. Saying goodbye to the rest of the team Clark left the watch tower. He wondered if it would be easier if he gave up on men. He couldn't ever seem to develop feelings for any that were within his reach. Batman and his distrust and secrets. And Bruce Wayne with his mile long list of broken hearts littering his red carpet. He chose to go home instead of the Gala. He needed to get his emotions under control so he could enact his plan to save his heart.

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Introducing Bruce Wayne to his ma and pa was a disaster.

Not that it went badly, the opposite in fact. Bruce was polite and kind. And he did not seem out of place sitting at their kitchen table. Initially Ma and Pa had been a bit tense but had eventually relaxed around the man who had more smile than brains. Clark had hoped Bruce would baulk at meeting the parents. That seemed far too much of a relationship for the man's past. But he had only nodded his head and agreed to go. He joked that Clark had already met Alfred, the closest thing he had to a father. Alfred and sighed and made a comment about having too many children. Clark had laughed.

Bruce shared stories about his children with the Kents who in turn shared stories about Clark. He almost forgot that this was not supposed to be a real relationship when Pa offered to show Bruce a few tricks handling cows that may help the Billionaire who admitted his son had gotten a pet cow.

"Clark, dear, will you help me in the kitchen?" Ma asked. Clark watched Bruce and Pa for a moment before joining his ma in the kitchen rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Yes, Ma?" He knew that at some point his ma would ask why he had brought his fake boyfriend home, after all he had told them the truth so they wouldn't be swept up in the media flurry and think he had hidden something from them.

"Are you sure this relationship is what you claimed?" Ma was elbow deep in soap water and Clark reached for a towel to start drying the dishes as she put them in the rack.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about." Clark could not meet her gaze. He could lie to Diana better than Ma. While touching her lasso.

"Clark Joseph Kent."

Clark sighed and stared down at the plate in his hand. "I'm sure that's all it's supposed to be, Ma. Bruce...I'm sure you've read about him. It's just publicity for Wayne Enterprises and the League."

"Mmm..." Ma hummed and handed the next plate to Clark. "Perhaps. But there are no papers here. Why would he agree to meet your parents if it's just a show? Not many know Clark Kent and Superman are the same."

Clark had not thought about that and his head jerked up and he looked at Ma with wide eyes. Why had Bruce agreed to this? Could he be as immune to Clark as Clark thought? Or was he sliding just as much as Clark was?

"Your father and I love and support you no matter what." Ma squeezed his arm once before the door opened and Bruce and Pa came in.

"You can bring your boys over some time." Pa was nodding his head.

"Thank you. I'll talk to them and Clark about it some time." Bruce glanced towards Clark and Clark felt his heart beat picking up as he stared back at the too blue eyes. Before he could stop the image he saw an image of Bruce and his boys, even the angry one who seemed to hate Bruce as much as he loved the family, here on the farm with Ma and Pa. It was chaos and crazy. Damien would be demanding his father let him bring some of the animals home in the entitled way he had. He could see Dick rolling his eyes as Damien snuck a chicken away. Probably with Jason's help because it would annoy Bruce. Bruce would try to pay for the bird. Ma and Pa would deny the money but Bruce would be just as stubborn as his son and be paying far more than stupid bird was worth. They'd have to keep Tim away from the equipment because he would try to make something run better. Dick would be walking beams in the barn. Alfred would be sharing stories with Ma. Pa would be with Tim. And Clark could kiss Bruce.

It would be perfect.

"I'll let you know when I figure it out Ma." Clark smiled at his mother, giving her cheek a light kiss before going to hug his father then turning to Bruce. "Shall we?"

=-=

Bruce let out a soft moan as Clark's mouth moved along his neck while he backed the other man towards his massive bed. Bruce had his fingers threaded into Clark's hair and held him close.

"You know, you could have dropped me at the front door?" Bruce sounded breathless and Clark decided he could get lost in the breathless moans. He gave a small grunt of acknowledgement and glanced up to the other's hooded blue eyes.

"I can go if you want?" Clark offered. He did not consider that the other man might not want him. He thought for sure since the trip to his parents that he was seeing the signs and encouragement for more the other was sending him, but maybe Clark had been wrong.

"No." Bruce said firmly moving his hands to Clark's face with a soft smile. "No I want you right here. I just want you to be sure too. You didn't seem eager to be in my bed when this started."

"Things change." Clark leaned forward and captured the other man's mouth while carefully lowering their bodies to the bed. Bruce put no resistance to the soft pressure Clark used to push his thighs apart. Clark pulled back and stared down at Bruce, his hand resting on his stomach. Slowly Clark closed his fist around the other man's button down shirt and started pulling it from his pants. Bruce slid his hands down to the red stylized S belt buckle. After clicking the belt open Bruce slid his hands up under Clark’s shirt and started pushing it up to take it off. Clark swallowed when their shirts were off. Clark had assumed Bruce was well built but had not thought about how built he actually was. If Clark did not know better he would think the billionaire did more than sit in an office most days. His own pants were becoming uncomfortably tight.

"Yes, they do." Bruce agreed leaning forward and flicking his tongue at the other man's nipple. Clark groaned at the feel of the other man slowly letting his lips close around his nipple. Clark dropped his gaze to stare back at Bruce while Bruce sucked on his skin. Clark couldn't bruise from such an action but it was obvious that Bruce was going to be putting in an effort to make it appear as if he was going to be bruised. Clark would walk away with his skin unmarked but it would not be for lack of trying. So instead of worrying about it and letting his mind run away with his own thoughts Clark pulled Bruce’s head back and moved his mouth to the other man's neck and began to lightly suck on his neck and bring a darkened bruise to the neck without any effort.

"Fuck." Bruce gasped lifting his hips to meet Clark's as Clark laid him down on the bed. Bruce spread his legs to let Clark begin to slowly grind against him. Bruce knew that he would not leave any marks in his skin but he still slid his nails down Clark’s back as if he could actually leave a mark. Clark moaned in appreciation as his hands moved to open Bruce’s pants and start moving them off the other man before moving to remove his own pants, their shoes thumping to the ground together.

Clark thought it was ridiculous to find the sound comforting, but something about it sounded so domestic to him. Their shoes living together on the ground. Clark moved his mouth back to Bruce's and moaned when he pushed his hips forward again and his cock rubbed against the other man's cock.

"In the drawer." Bruce gasped as Clark gripped his hips and ground himself against him in turn. "There's lube, in the drawer."

Clark hesitated, there was lube in the side table. Bruce kept lube by his bed. He knew the man could be pleasuring himself, but then he thought of his reputation and that seemed unlikely. Did he really want to become just another notch on Bruce Wayne's bed post.

"Clark?" Bruce's hands lightly touched Clark's cheeks as he lifted his head to meet his eyes. Bruce's blue eyes searched his face and Clark did not know if he found what he was looking for or not. "You can change your mind. It's okay."

Clark considered Bruce's words, this was never part of the plan. He could easily pull away and end this. But that was definitely something he did not want to do. So instead Clark leaned forward, caught Bruce's mouth in another bruising kiss and reached for the lube. Clark was unwilling to release Bruce's mouth as he fumbled with the lube and slowly spread it on his fingers. He slowly pushed his finger into the human. Bruce hissed and arched slightly as the finger entered him Clark froze for a moment before moving his mouth back.

"Alright?" Clark's voice shook.

"Cold." Bruce admitted before rolling his hips back to take the finger deeper. Clark pressed his face into the man's neck before kissing it in apology. He began slowly moving his finger and out of the other. Slowly he carefully added a second finger and Bruce moaned something that sounded far more like pleasure than the sounds he had been making. Clark slowly scissored his fingers in his lover as his own cock twitched in anticipation.

"For fucks sake, Clark just fuck me already." Bruce gasped as he lifted his hips before thrusting back hard onto the fingers. Clark kissed him again while slowly working his fingers into the billionaire. Clark's own cock throbbed in anticipation but he refrained from thrusting into the other man without preparation. He knew doing so risked harming the human and that was as far from something Clark wanted as he could think of. He wanted this to last. He was reluctant to admit it but he wanted more than the fake relationship they had been grown. His heart beat faster every time he heard the other man talk. He was sure that he was not the only one who felt that the fake relationship was not all that they had. Bruce had agreed to take his children to meet Clark's parents after all.

Clark slowly pulled his fingers out of Bruce and hesitated only a moment before thrusting into the man beneath him with a deep groan.

=-=

"BATMAN!" Clark strained his hearing listening for the dark knight. It had been a simple enough mission for the league, none of them thinking too much on it. Clark had told the league he was planning to end the fake relationship with Bruce and ask the other man if he wanted a real relationship with him. Clark had never been more confident in his decision despite the League not understanding his choice.

Then the call came in.

It was simple extraction.

But then there had been an explosion near Batman's position. The man was not responding to anyone's call. Clark was making his way through the rubble, doing his best to not think the worst. He just wanted to find his team mate and get out. Spotting a dark shape laying unmoving on the ground in a puddle of red, Clark was sure he was going to find a corpse. But then he heard the sound of Batman breathing, saw his chest rising and falling. He landed slowly and carefully rolled the man to his back. Batman moaned in pain and Clark hesitated, the cowl was torn and blood seeped out from beneath the edges. Clark was did not want to invade the other man's privacy. But he had to examine the injury to determine the best course of action. Clark's fingers were gentle as he slowly peeled the cowl off the face.

Clark had super hearing.

Normally he could hear a scream from miles away. But at the moment all he could hear was the sound of his blood pounding in his ears. His entire body was cold and he could not make sense of what he was seeing. He had spent so long studying the face he was cradling in his hands. He swallowed heavily and slowly blinked trying to force his mind to tell him what to do. Clark felt like static filled his head.

Bruce's face crumpled for a moment then a moan of pain left his mouth. His bright blue eyes slowly blinked open and he stared up at Clark's shell shocked face. His blue gaze caught the cowl still dangling in Clark's hand. Clark watched as fear then understanding followed by resignation floated across those eyes Clark had been watching. Eyes he had slowly fallen in love with over the months of their relationship building.

The static in Clark's mind started to clear and became replaced by anger. Batman had pushed him into a relationship with Bruce Wayne. Batman had thought it was a good idea. Because it was his damned idea from the start. Clark had been so sure they had been building a relationship that would rival what their parents had but here he was being shown to be the small town fool played by the big city billionaire.

"Superman-" Bruce grunted as his head dropped to the ground and a streak of red and blue disappeared into the sky. He closed his eyes and tried to even his breathing. It was inconvenient but he would be fine. Like any other emotions he would just push these ones down. Opening his eyes back up he struggled to bring his wrist up and summon the batmobile to his location. Once inside he set the course for home, struggling to keep his eyes open, knowing Alfred would be furious if he passed out with another concussion. He could only stand letting down one person he cared about a day.

=-=

It was over a week later when Clark made his way to the Wayne manor. Bruce Wayne had not been making any appearances recently, Clark could guess why, and he himself had avoided all Justice League summons. Listening in, because he would not abandon any innocents, but he could not bring himself to face Bruce. He knocked on the door and saw a flash of surprise through Alfred's aged eyes.

"May I assist you?" Alfred tipped his head and stepped aside letting Clark enter the manor.

Clark wanted to run his fingers through his hair, push up glasses he wasn't wearing, but he was in a bright blue suit. And Superman did not fidget. "Is Bruce home?"

Alfred's face flickered through emotions Clark struggled to locate before he finally nodded his head and walked down the hall. "Someone needs to talk some sense into that boy."

Clark tightened his fist around the cowl in his hand. He knew he should just hand it over and leave but he was dying to know why? What had Bruce gained from jerking him around the way he had?

Clark shook his head with a half chuckle when Alfred opened a led lined hidden door to reveal a hidden staircase going down with more led lined walls. Clark offered Alfred a smile and a nod, his mother would never forgive him if he was not polite.

"I didn't think I'd see you." Bruce did not look away from the computer as he typed. His back was too the stairs and Clark wondered how he even knew he was there.

"I came to return your cowl." Clark stood next to Bruce, glancing down at the human from the corner of his eye while holding out the cowl in his hand. There was another on his desk already. Clark examined the bruised face though he was not quite sure why he was doing it. He reminded himself he was not supposed to care. He should not feel relief at seeing the other man healing.

Bruce nodded his head and stopped typing. "I was going to send this to your email. Let you review it before publishing in the Daily Planet."

Clark hesitated a moment when Bruce scooted away and gestured at the screen. Clark sat the cowl he had been holding down, noting that Bruce still hadn't looked at him and began reading the article. It was clear Bruce did not write articles like this often, Clark found himself re-writing it in his mind as he read through it. He took a deep breath when he reached the end of the article, describing a falling out between Superman and Bruce Wayne. It painted Bruce in a spoiled brat light. Unable to handle dating someone that would go out to save the world when Bruce wanted all his attention. Ending with a speculation on the billion being with some socialite.

"So that's it? It's over?" Clark rocked back on his heels. He felt a coil of frustration curling in his stomach as Bruce continued avoiding eye contact.

"I assumed so after nearly two weeks of no contact." Bruce reached up and ran a hand through his hair, flinching when his fingers brushed a still tender bruise. "You've even been avoiding league meetings. I don't know what to make of it Clark."

"Tell me what it was?" Clark wanted to hear from Bruce's own mouth how little he mattered. It hurt when it was his own mind saying it, he knew having Bruce say it would be worse. But Clark was not sure he could move on as quickly if he did not find some kind of closure.

"What it was?" Bruce frowned in confusion, leaning forward and saving the file before setting up an email to send to Clark's work email.

"Yes. Meeting my parents. Introducing me to your kids. The things when the cameras were off." Clark wanted to shake the man who was still not looking at him.

"It was a relationship."

"Why?"

Bruce finally looked at Clark, a confused frown wrinkling his brow. "What?"

"Why was there any relationship beyond," Clark gestured at the computer screen. "What the public got to see?"

Bruce looked away again, his arms folding across his chest defensively. "Because I enjoy your company. Because I thought it was more than an assignment."

Clark would not have heard the words if he had not had super hearing. As it was, he almost missed it anyways. He stared at Bruce, trying to convince his blue eyes to turn back to him through will alone. But the man was not willing to give him even a half glance. He just stared at the wall as if there were answers there that he could not get anywhere else.

So Clark analyzed what he knew.

Playboy Bruce Wayne was confident. Secure in his existence smooth as silk while luring people into his bed. At least according to the papers. That's what the public saw. Batman was confident and one of the best strategists Clark had ever seen. Even Diana was impressed and she had fought the god of war more than once. But in private, Clark had seen a caring father. A man who knew each of his children's individual needs and desires. He thought about the phone call his dad had told him he got after their visit. When Damien and Bruce had talked to Pa about the care of the cow Damien had gotten as a pet.

And then there was this man. Who had written an expose all for him that took the blame for their failed relationship, and was currently waiting for Clark to do something.

'Leave', thought Clark, 'he's waiting for you to leave. Or...'

"Bruce," Clark moved to kneel in front of the human after pushing his chair away. "I'm going to change the article."

Bruce nodded his head, "you're the journalist."

"You didn't leave Superman for some socialite tart." Clark watched the corner of Bruce's lips twitch up when Clark spat the word. "You left him for a little country bumpkin who writes articles for the Daily Planet."

Clark got the pleasure of watching Bruce's eyes widen in surprise. He stood up and leaned over the other man, carefully reaching up to cup his face. He could feel the other's heartbeat pounding beneath his finger tips.

"And is Clark Kent going to expose who it was?"

"Nah, Loise Lane is." Clark's lips hovered over Bruce's lips as they shared breath. "Promise me no more secrets, Bruce."

Bruce was silent for a moment and Clark wondered if he had misread the room. "I should tell you about my Robins then."

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