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sharcarters​:

“I don’t think that’s a costume…”

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Sharon tipped her head to the side, looking at the approaching group with a new intensity. “No,” Sharon said simply. “No, we’re not doing that. I’m not dealing with this shit.” That was what she said, at least. The reality of the situation was that Sharon was stretching out her shoulders already and sighing. Figuring that this was going to be a fight of some kind. (They were pumpkins - or people wearing pumpkins as heads. It was very strange and Sharon didn’t want to put too much thought into understanding it. It was a giant headache, and that’s all that mattered.) The pumpkin creature (thing?) opened its mouth and Sharon made a disgusted noise. “You ever been pumpkin smashing before?”

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          Clark was in a peculiar situation. Caught with multiple strangers, staring down the carved faces of creatures he’d never seen before, and he was still in his glasses and tie. Every opportunity he’d tried to run into the nearest revolving door to change, get up up and away to get a layout of the situation, but there were eyes almost literally everywhere. Even traveling faster than the blink of an eye could set someone extremely observant off. So here he was, walking into another situation where he had to hold back... Or, maybe not. Clark Kent could handle a few pumpkins without worry... Right?

          The “Gosh-” was out of his mouth like a breath before he could even stop it, the hand coming up to rest on top of his head knocking his already askew glasses just that much more on edge. “I, uh... I never- I wasn’t one of those kids, but-... In the moment, it sounds like a great idea.”

#⁑Im just a farm boy in the big city⁑ - Interaction #⁑History has its Eyes on You⁑ - Sharon Carter

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I Remember Halloween //  (STREET FIGHTER): for OUR MUSES to get jumped by a gang of feral animals @thehoneyxbadger​

          Clark had been to many places, many worlds, and seen many things. While the League had been active, he’d been exposed to every manner of creature and creation that his mind could comprehend. Working for the Planet, he’d read enough stories not about himself that boggled his mind further. He’d thought he’d seen it all, or at least a very Earthly capacity of what all could mean in a planetary sense. 

          He was wrong.

          Whatever was causing this (he assumed it was magic, but only because of his bias against it), it wasn’t helping anyone out on their fright night. He wasn’t so sure if he should take off the glasses and rip through another one of his good work shirts or not, it didn’t seem as malicious as it did... Surprising. He had half a mind to reopen old com-links, see if he could get his connections in Gotham a call, someone who might know what’s going on before he could even stop to think about it. The other half of his mind was too occupied following a group of animals that seemed to be... Chanting. An angry mob of critters started terrorizing the ankles of the people around them, and Clark had no quick option that gave him enough safety to change out of his civilian clothes, even worse that there were no phone booths to speak of-

          Instincts kicking in, he stared down the chattering animals with a soft glare, putting his arm out to the person immediately behind his left. “Stay back. We don’t know what they want from us yet, maybe we can reason with them if they can talk-”

#⁑Im just a farm boy in the big city⁑ - Interaction #⁑Call of the Wild⁑ - Gabby Kinney

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catalystsofchange​:

(✉️ ➡️ supes): say more right now (✉️ ➡️ supes): you did WHAT (✉️ ➡️ supes): oh my god. that’s a total lie, isn’t it? you left because you were embarrassed! this is amazing (✉️ ➡️ supes): is this you asking me to go clean it up?

[ ✉ ⟹ Grayson, D. ] : Golly gee, I better not! Not my finest hour! [ ✉ ⟹ Grayson, D. ] : No lies, Ma and Pa taught me better. 😊 [ ✉ ⟹ Grayson, D. ] : Sometimes I do, especially when there’s not much else I can do. Unfortunately, I don’t have concrete-fixing powers. [ ✉ ⟹ Grayson, D. ] : No! Of course not! I’ve already alerted the NYFD, they’ve got it handled, I hope. Honestly, I just needed someone to tell because it was going to be on my conscience for days if I didn’t. [ ✉ ⟹ Grayson, D. ] : And probably in the paper anyway.

#⁑I wish I could take a break.⁑ - Text #⁑The Universal Constant⁑ - Dick Grayson

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bondadesentida​:

Send 😁  for  a  happy  text  from  my  muse | @trunksandcapes  

(✉️ ▶️ Clark 📋🌟): Hi, I don’t know if you remember me  (✉️ ▶️ Clark 📋🌟): But this is Cleo from Riverside Park  (✉️ ▶️ Clark 📋🌟): I just wanted to thank you for the other day  (✉️ ▶️ Clark 📋🌟): It means a lot more to me than you know :)

[ ✉ ⟹ Unknown ] : Oh! That’s right! I forgot I gave you this number, ha! [ ✉ ⟹ Unknown Cleo ] : No worries at all, really. It’s just what I do. Or, really, half of what I do [ ✉ ⟹ Cleo ] : You just call me any time you need something, okay?

#⁑I wish I could take a break.⁑ - Text #⁑Beauty in Everything⁑ - Cleo Cazo

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socials //   😳  for  an  embarrassing  text @catalystsofchange​

[ ✉ ⟹ Grayson, D. ] : You know, even Superman screws up sometimes. [ ✉ ⟹ Grayson, D. ] : I haven’t busted through a fire hydrant line in a long while but here we are.  [ ✉ ⟹ Grayson, D. ] : I usually hate to leave a mess behind, but I had something to deal with in Bialya. Just a warning if you see a mile high ice statue anywhere in the City.

#⁑I wish I could take a break.⁑ - Text #⁑The Universal Constant⁑ - Dick Grayson

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socials //  ✨  for  a  random  text @masterdisastxr

[ ✉ ⟹ Lois Unknown ] : Sorry, I’ll be home late for dinner.  [ ✉ ⟹ Unknown ] : Picked up on some Zeta Beam signals, turns out it was Adam Strange. Currently on Rann fighting a few variants of space bugs. [ ✉ ⟹ Unknown ] : I promise I’ll shower when I’m back on Earth. 💖

#⁑I wish I could take a break.⁑ - Text

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heartheblackdamncanary​:

🍷  for  a  drunk  text  from  my  muse // Clarky Clark and the Funky Bunch minus the Funky Bunch @trunksandcapes

(✉️ ➡️ boy scout): why is ur underwear on the OUTSIDE CLAKRKRKKKK. i can SEE IT

[ ✉ ⟹ Lance, D. ] : I’m pretty sure we’ve had this conversation before, haha! [ ✉ ⟹ Lance, D. ] : It’s not underwear. Ma got inspired by the strongmen she saw as a girl, so it’s closer to their trunks. [ ✉ ⟹ Lance, D. ] : I’m assuming you’re having a fun night? Ha!

#⁑I wish I could take a break.⁑ - Text #⁑Bird of Prey⁑ - Dinah Laurel Lance

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sonofsuper​:

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It was supposed to have been a week. Three, tops. A summer vacation–sleepaway camp, but to space!–to get a better handle on that pesky little extraterrestrial legacy of his was.

Clark and Lois had raised him as human as they possibly could. There was the farm, a dog (who had his own set of powers, sure, but that was a separate problem), video games, Converse, thick-framed glasses just in case anyone looked at him a little too closely. They’d done their best, and they’d done a pretty good job of it, too, all things considered. He’d made it through middle school with all his limbs intact (yeah, he was indestructible, but it was still middle school). But he’d always been more than. 

He’d look up at the stars speckling that open Kansas sky and wonder what it was like out there, what a world that no longer existed would think of him and his knobbly knees and his cowlick. He was too human to be alien and too alien to be human, and probably legally not allowed to take a 23andMe for risk of starting an international security crisis.

It was easier to ignore when he was little and didn’t know better, but as he got older, Jon started to understand what his dad being Superman meant. But he wouldn’t really understood it until he got out there, and when he did, he understood it better than he’d ever anticipated. So that was what it was to keep going because you knew it was the right thing to do, the good thing to do, even when everything in you was terrified. That was what it was to buckle up and fend for yourself before you were ready because you didn’t have another choice.

The difference was, though, when it all went sideways, Jon still had had a home and a family to come back to. There was no chance any of them would find him up there, so he’d had to find them, and he did. It just took a little longer than he’d expected. For him. The newspapers he’d found? Barely three weeks past the day he’d left.

He didn’t realize how tall he’d gotten until he landed on their balcony and found his head near-level with the doorframe. It had all seemed so much bigger before. He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, tried in vain to flatten his hair, and, with a deep breath that was really more of a nervous gulp, Jon pushed open the door. “Mom? Dad?” he called. “I’m home.”

          Clark thought it would be good for Jon: to see the World... Or maybe worlds, as he saw them. As what Krypton might’ve seen them all as. A learning experience, he rationalized as he sent his son into the deeper reaches of space. It was going to be worse when he sent him off to College, he nodded. He would be back faster than a speeding bullet, he believed.

          But the boy before him... Wasn’t a boy.

          Dressed nearly ready to conquer the day as Clark Kent, his coffee mug neatly shattered in his grip, blue eyes wide as saucers at the silhouette before him. All at once, he saw his boy’s life flash before him, all the events he was there for, that he made damn sure he was there for... And all the ones he couldn’t be, because as much as Clark and Superman were separate identities, they were never separate entities. The latest printing of the Planet crumpled in his other hand, the sound barely breaking him out of his trance, blinking as he took in the features. They were exactly the same, albeit a bit aged. He still took too much after his mother-

          Blinking eyes brought the Man of Steel crashing back into consciousness, using the unread paper to wipe off his hand and try to stamp out what had splashed onto his pant leg. “Great Scott-” The exasperated expiative finally made it’s way out of his iron lungs, an almost sigh of relief if he wasn’t still so unsure what had happened. Tossing the paper onto the small table, the one he’d seen the same boy go from canned mush to solid foods, he slowly approached the new stranger in his home. “... Jonathan, is that... Is that really you?” Hesitant hands reached forward, hovering for a moment before they made contact with his arms, holding just tight enough to ensure that this wasn’t a dream... And Clark wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse. 

#⁑Im just a farm boy in the big city⁑ - Interaction #⁑My Sunshine⁑ - Jonathan Kent

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rxdshood​:

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( 📩 → Clark ): yo  ( 📩 → Clark ): i stole your number from the computer lol ( 📩 → Clark ): hypothetically if one got his foot stuck in a fire escape and is just hanging there and didn’t want to call his brothers or sister because they all suck… would you be available for an assist? ( 📩 → Clark ): hypothetically.

[ ✉ ⟹ Unknown ] : Naturally. [ ✉ ⟹ Unknown ] : Sounds very hypothetical! [ ✉ ⟹ Unknown  Todd, J. ] : Well, very hypothetically, I’d have to do the good natured thing and say yes, but I’ll have to change first. Don’t want the old Identity getting out to someone wandering the street. [ ✉ ⟹ Todd, J. ] : Shouldn’t take too long, which street are you on?

#⁑I wish I could take a break.⁑ - Text #⁑Lost Son Come Home⁑ - Jason Todd

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rxdshood​:

46. — skies @trunksandcapes​

Gotham skies tended to stay muggy and dark, the smog hiding the stars from view. It was familiar. It was home, it had been since he was a kid. Growing up in the underbelly of Gotham meant Jason was always looking up, wishing for something more. Anything. Now on rooftops he was still looking up, wishing for something more. Though, he wasn’t sure what that was these days. Things were better with his siblings. It was always easier with them, them hating his methods but they didn’t push him away. Not even when he did it first. He wasn’t sure anything could ever really be mended when it came to the old man.

There was a ruffling of a cape and the sound of feet landing on the rooftop, Jason not bothering to look back with his helmet held underneath his arm against his side. “You know, you guys have really different footstep patterns, lighter than most people I assume because of the flying aspect, but I learned to pick up on yours faster.” He finally shot a wry smirk at Clark, “far too many attempts at trying to scare you while I was running behind the old man to League meetings.” Ten, almost eleven, years seemed like a lifetime now but also just like it the day before.

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          Clark rarely crossed the water’s boarder when he was out looking for trouble to disperse. Usually he left the gloomy skies of Gotham to his better friend, mostly due to him giving the Super his usual icy glare any time he found himself saving the other from a scuffle that seemed unwinnable for the Bat. Clark knew it came from a place of worry, or... At the very least he hoped it did, but there wasn’t too much that Gotham could throw at him that would stick. Even so, he couldn’t protect the world and not take a peak at one little blip on the globe. 

          How could he not? Through the years of the League’s prior existence, Clark had met the young ones Bruce had taken on as his proteges, as his sidekicks. Clark never really enjoyed the idea, but he couldn’t deny the light that Robin tended to bring into Batman’s grit and darkness. It brought a little happiness to him too, enjoying the young heros’ antics far too much when they got bored sitting around in the Hall listening to boring adult talk. They each left their mark, but Jason’s had been significant, especially concerning...

          The comment made him laugh, shaking his head as he took a few steps closer, hands on the hips of his costume’s red trunks. “That would do it. You’re pretty good at that sort of thing,” Clark smiled, looking out over the dark skyline. “Believe it or not, I didn’t learn how to fly just about until I moved to New York. I was more the, uh, leaping tall buildings in a single bound type.” Not to mention the many times he used to crack the pavement when he landed... And still sometimes did. “How’ve you been? Seen the old man at all tonight?”

#���Im just a farm boy in the big city⁑ - Interaction #⁑Lost Son Come Home⁑ - Jason Todd

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🎧 // for @firstxman​ Hold On - Royal Blood

I know you're tired bein' so strong / But you don't know what you got till it's gone / So don't give up, don't let go / ('Cause I won't) / But you gotta hold on

          The excuse that ‘you’re only human’ doesn’t get tossed around as much when you’re... Not really human. It was one of the things Clark had made sure to say in his debut interview with one Lois Lane, and reiterated it several times after to make sure his secret identity, his first identity, was never found behind the cape. Still, he couldn’t shake the sameness between how he was raised and why he did what he did with the rest of the generous human race. After all, they’re the ones who raised him: Jonathan and Martha Kent had been the greatest humans Clark had ever known, who made him feel like one of them even if they knew he was from somewhere else. 

          But holding a human nurture against what could be seen as an almost Godly nature had him constantly on the move, helping the helpless, trying to be in five places at once, putting out fires at the same time he was pulling people from the burning building. As much as he hated to admit it, being Superman got exhausting. Even being Clark Kent got to be a bit much at times, what with all the meetings he had to skip out on because suddenly the Daily Planet was being toppled due to stray property damage of a rampaging creature causing late nights at the office or in front of his computer, typing away to reach the deadline for the job that actually allowed him to live as Clark. It was confusing, it was tiring, it was a bit much even through all the years he’d been doing the exact same thing.

          So Superman sought out a few minutes of reprieve every once in a while. Sometimes he’d shoot to the North Pole to wander his Fortress of Solitude, sometimes he’d find a place outside of civilization to take a fresh breath of air, sometimes he’d go back home to Smallville to see if Ma had made pie that afternoon. Today, he found himself on Genosha, just on the island’s shores, staring out at Manhattan and it’s tall, foggy skyline. An errant barge had brought him to this resting space, meant to quite literally only take a fraction of a breath before the exhaustion settled into his bones. He wished the clouds weren’t so prevalent today...

          He looked over his shoulder, getting back up on his feet with a few grunts of effort. “Howdy,” Clark chuckled, giving a small wave. “Sorry for the intrusion. I’ll be out of your hair in a second, I promise. Just enjoying the view from the ground for once.”

#//as always tell me if this is dumb #⁑Im just a farm boy in the big city⁑ - Interaction #⁑Lead Us from The Dark⁑ - Scott Summers

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sovietavenger​:

(✉️ ➡️ Kent, C. ): I’ve had some first-hand experience with that too. I know /Thor/ after all. But the idea of looking at someone I know as a god-like being is strange to me. (✉️ ➡️ Kent, C. ): Yeah it is. And it’s important. Not sure that it keeps people honest, but at least stories and information are being shared. (✉️ ➡️ Kent, C. ): I think I saw a joke about it once, about how their source is: Trust me, I know. Which is a hard sell when you want credibility.

[ ✉ ⟹ Natasha ] : I totally understand. It’s harder, I’d assume, if you know them on such a personal level as well. [ ✉ ⟹ Natasha ] : That’s half the reason I got into the job. If there’s no one to tell the world what’s going on, then we all may as well be back in the Dark Ages. [ ✉ ⟹ Natasha ] : Ha! I bet it was from the Funnies. [ ✉ ⟹ Natasha ] : But seriously, every section in the papers have their place. It may not be easy to read the entire daily issue, but if it’s in print it’s for a good reason.

#⁑I wish I could take a break.⁑ - Text #⁑Where Loyalties Lie⁑ - Natasha Romanoff

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catalystsofchange​:

(✉️ ➡️ supes): [UNSENT] you’re too earnest to mess with :/ (✉️ ➡️ supes): i was joking! (✉️ ➡️ supes): which car dealerships? are they at least ones you might consider buying a car from? (✉️ ➡️ supes): i’m sure b’s got about 10 copies of it someplace

[ ✉ ⟹ Grayson, D. ] : Oh, golly. You had me fooled. Then again, that’s pretty easy through static texts. Jon makes fun of me for it all the time! [ ✉ ⟹ Grayson, D. ] : Oh, any that have been near the old Hall. I almost did for a while, but I think I prefer to walk. Strange, I know. [ ✉ ⟹ Grayson, D. ] : I’ll have to ask him! I know he’s usually not up for meeting unless it’s business, it’ll be a good excuse.

#⁑I wish I could take a break.⁑ - Text #⁑The Universal Constant⁑ - Dick Grayson

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sovietavenger​:

(✉️ ➡️ Kent, C. ): You should! If you believe in the powers that be, at least. (✉️ ➡️ Kent, C. ): It’s strange, isn’t it? Though I suppose it does put my mind at rest, but it’s alarming at the same time.  (✉️ ➡️ Kent, C. ): Opinions isn’t a terrible place to be. That’s where a lot of truth ends up. People get their information but can’t prove it without endangering others… and then it just becomes opinion. It’s more credible than people realize, I think.

[ ✉ ⟹ Natasha ] : I did [ DELETED ] [ ✉ ⟹ Natasha ] : I do [ DELETED ] [ ✉ ⟹ Natasha ] : Golly, I hope so [ DELETED ] [ ✉ ⟹ Natasha ] : I have a feeling there might be some people out there who can help with that, actually, closer to those ‘powers’ than we might imagine. [ ✉ ⟹ Natasha ] : I entirely understand the feeling. The slight existentialism of the truth. Superheroing Journalism is a hell of a thing.  [ ✉ ⟹ Natasha ] : Gosh, you’re so right! No wonder that section of the papers always caught my attention. That and the Funnies. 

#⁑I wish I could take a break.⁑ - Text #⁑Where Loyalties Lie⁑ - Natasha Romanoff

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catalystsofchange​:

(✉️ ➡️ supes): i would never joke about this, clark (✉️ ➡️ supes): oh my god j’onn would totally do that you’re right (✉️ ➡️ supes): does that count as an abuse of power? it feels like it should.

[ ✉ ⟹ Grayson, D. ] : Fair enough! I should know better. [ ✉ ⟹ Grayson, D. ] : He might. He tends to remember he has our brainwaves on speed dial. Sometimes I’ll get random Car Dealership commercials. Though now that I think about it that might just be me [ ✉ ⟹ Grayson, D. ] : I’ll have to double check the old League doctrine. Wonder if it’s still technically on file. 

#⁑I wish I could take a break.⁑ - Text #⁑The Universal Constant⁑ - Dick Grayson

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sovietavenger​:

(✉️ ➡️ Kent, C. ): Why would you say something like that? (✉️ ➡️ Kent, C. ): That’s like putting in a request for straight to the universe and challenging it to to meet you in the middle.  (✉️ ➡️ Kent, C. ): But you might be right… They’re mostly under 60 seconds and somehow an hour will go by.  (✉️ ➡️ Kent, C. ): I could get you some evidence. Credibility might be questionable. 

[ ✉ ⟹ Natasha ] : Oh, sorry! I should be careful mentioning possible cosmos-based catastrophes. [ ✉ ⟹ Natasha ] : You’re picking up what I’m putting down. I’m telling you, there has to be something! [ ✉ ⟹ Natasha ] : As much as I prefer credible sources, it’ll at least land in Opinions if I give him something. Figured it would be a good angle to draw in younger readers. 

#⁑I wish I could take a break.⁑ - Text #⁑Where Loyalties Lie⁑ - Natasha Romanoff

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dreamsxfnia​:

[ ✉ -> Clark (Kara’s cousin) ]: I can’t lie. I made that up. [ ✉ -> Clark (Kara’s cousin) ]: BUT it makes sense!!  [ ✉ -> Clark (Kara’s cousin) ]: Barbie can be serious!  [ ✉ -> Clark (Kara’s cousin) ]: If not a superhero then super something

[ ✉ ⟹ Ms. Nia Nal ] : It was very convincing, I was totally fooled! I think it was how confident your text sounded, ha! [ ✉ ⟹ Ms. Nia Nal ] : I’m sure she can, a woman with so many careers must be serious about pursuing her passions! [ ✉ ⟹ Ms. Nia Nal ] : Hmm... Maybe we should take this to the people who make the Barbie movies, see what they say about this. 

#⁑I wish I could take a break.⁑ - Text #⁑Dreams of Tomorrow⁑ - Nia Nal