Time for a rousing corrido: Superman Es Ilegal. ¡Canten conmigo! Translation in the video description.
Canción por Los Hermanos Ortiz.
[Image: Screenshots of a series of tweets from Little Light (twitter user ~burnlittlelight), reading as follows:
Honestly I’d love a story where the folks at the Daily Planet reveal they knew Clark Kent was being squirrelly about his ID but they checked his legal records, assumed he was just an undocumented immigrant from elsewhere on Earth, and respected/protected his privacy and safety.
They’re all investigative journalists or whatever. Maybe they knew Clark was being evasive and facts weren’t adding up and he didn’t need those glasses but figured it was just to hide from La Migra and chose not to look into it further. Mystery solved. He’s a decent guy, lay off.
In the modern era of the Internet and all, it makes way more sense. And it establishes them as both competent and kind. “You think he’s *Superman*? Shoot, no, step into Perry’s office for a minute, keep your voice down, we can explain. We checked up on all of this a while ago.”
Why doesn’t he ever do the employee physical? Why is he always running off to take care of vague stuff without good explanations? Why does he claim to be from “Smallville”, which is obviously made up, and never mentions any relative but his parents, who don’t look like him?
Whenever there’s the kind of crisis where the police would show up, Clark’s nowhere to be found. He never goes to the doctor. He’s so shy. He works so hard and never really has anyone over to his place. And we all choose to leave it at that, because we care about him.
What does a quiet, hardworking, hyper-polite guy who knows a lot about farm work look like to you? A guy who pays a lot of attention to when sirens go off? Who has secrets, but who never seems to do anything unethical or wrong, who is an exaggeratedly model citizen? Just saying.
Maybe Clark doesn’t even know this is why his secret identity has been working this well, because nobody wants to freak him out, until a Dreamer intern or something gives him a friendly “Your secret’s safe with me, brother, we’ve got to look after each other” at the copy machine.
And then you get a story of Clark finding community and kinship and solidarity with all the human beings whose parents also sent them, with desperate hope, from catastrophe-wracked homes to somewhere there might be a better life, who understand him better than maybe anyone else.]
Two separate species aren’t supposed to be compatible. Everyone knows that. So uh… what gives? LOIS LANE is pregnant! Still mourning the loss of CHRISTOPHER KENT to the Phantom Zone, Lois and CLARK KENT have to deal with a whole new angle on parenthood.
Find out what happens in The Superman Family #1:Little Miracles, out May 18!
saw a thing recently about how callin ppl “y’all” and “folks” is becoming cringe. buddy you can pry those terms of address from my cold dead hands, they’re the only thing keeping me from calling everyone “honeybee”
at least if i die on this hill i’ll go to y’allhalla
Summary: Y/N had to set the record straight with Clark bullies.
A/N: I’ve had a bad day so I’m just going to use this as a distraction.
Y/N walked into the cafeteria looking for Clark. He had been avoiding her all day and she didn’t like it. “Bingo.” She saw him face deep in a book.
He looked up when Y/N placed her things on the table. “Kent why are you avoiding me?”
“I’m not.” Clark sat his books down. He didn’t want Y/N handling his problems if he told her what happened yesterday so he avoided her.
“Yes, you are. I waited to pick you up until your mom had to come outside and tell me you were gone. Clark tell me the truth.” Y/N sat down beside him, grabbing his hand. He was like her teddy bear, Y/N could be hard to everyone else but him. Clark held a soft spot in Y/N’s heart.
Clark knew he couldn’t hold anything back from Y/N. “I went with my dad to the shop in town.” He fumbled with his book. “Tyler and his group of friends pulled me out of the truck. He basically wanted me to fight him but I didn’t.”
Y/N tilts her head at the crazy shit that Clark just told her. “Oh hell no.”
He grabbed her hand, “No Y/N don’t do anything.” She pushed his hand off, sitting her phone on the table.
“Too late.”
Y/N walked up to Tyler’s table with her hair flowing behind her. She was angry and nothing was stopping her. Y/N came behind Tyler tapping his shoulder.
Tyler laughed at what his friends said. “I know right? Oh Y/N what-”
Y/N punches him square in the nose hearing that satisfying crack. “You wanna fuck with Clark huh?!?” He falls to the floor on his back. She punches him again going for the eye.
“Fight back you insecure ass bitch!”
Someone pulled Y/N off him as the cafeteria stared in shock some scared. Good.The person who pulled her off was Clark and it made her calm down a bit.
“Y/N!”
Just a bit.
Y/N pulled away ignoring Clark. She stood on top of an empty cafeteria table gaining everyone’s attention. “To everyone who goes to this fuck ass school. Listen up!”
“Y/N get down!” Clark whispered nervously was ignored once again. When she felt everyone was paying attention, she spoke again.
“If you mess with Clark Kent, I’m going to fuck you up myself. I stand on that so don’t try shit. I’ll do you just like I did Tyler bitch ass. You are a pathetic ass bitch if you mess with Clark, especially if he doesn’t do anything to anyone. So mess with Clark if you bad and I won’t hesitate to beat yo ass!” She said with authority turning around every second so everyone in this sorry-ass school can see that she wasn’t playing.
The security and the principal walked in to come to get them. Y/N rolled her eyes seeing people help Tyler off the floor. Clark held his hand out to help her get off the table which she took. “Come with me young lady.” The principal pointed out to Y/N.
She waved the principal off, grabbing her things from a random student. Clark grabbed his things out of their grasp as well. “You alright?” She asked looking at him.
“I’m fine. You didn’t have to do that Y/N.”
“Oh I had to and they better have taken me seriously, if not. They will see how serious I am.”
Clark tried to hide his smile but he was glad that Tyler got what he deserved. “You are something else Y/N.”
She ruffed his hair laughing. “And I don’t care.”
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This shit short as fuck but I don’t care hell. Y'all I was pissed off, and I wrote this while I was mad. Hell, I’m still kinda mad.
My momma tried to go through my phone when she hasn’t done that since I was 14. I’m turning 18 next week like wtf! she done lost it.
