noembra:

but sitting here now with you, I think I’m more proud that we uncovered the truth, than I am over the headline.


snappilier:

#crying into my fingers  #what terrific bodies and hands. horrible.  #the two of them were so good at playing this ~awareness~  #a strange charged electricity whenever they got within a foot of each other  #and it was always there skittering beneath the surface and sometimes it would out  #and they wouldn’t quite know what to do with this energy between them so they’d brush it off.  #pretend it wasn’t there.  #hide behind sarcastic insults and snarky comebacks and witty repartee.  #and words. words. words.  #and there’d be these moments where it’d be so electrifying they couldn’t speak.  #like in bride. or any other number countless little moments.  #and it’d be all parched mouths and gazes that lingered a shade too long (eyes-mouth-hand-lips-eyes)  #and a nervous swallow and drawing together like two magnets.  #and then they’d remember themselves and pull back and go back to insulting each other.  #bc that was easier than dealing with large uncomfortable unknowable elephant in the room.  #stupid idiots  #bless the day clark kent threw caution and fear to the wind and kissed lois in the middle of the bullpen  #delirious now  









snappilier:

#crying into my fingers  #what terrific bodies and hands. horrible.  #the two of them were so good at playing this ~awareness~  #a strange charged electricity whenever they got within a foot of each other  #and it was always there skittering beneath the surface and sometimes it would out  #and they wouldn’t quite know what to do with this energy between them so they’d brush it off.  #pretend it wasn’t there.  #hide behind sarcastic insults and snarky comebacks and witty repartee.  #and words. words. words.  #and there’d be these moments where it’d be so electrifying they couldn’t speak.  #like in bride. or any other number countless little moments.  #and it’d be all parched mouths and gazes that lingered a shade too long (eyes-mouth-hand-lips-eyes)  #and a nervous swallow and drawing together like two magnets.  #and then they’d remember themselves and pull back and go back to insulting each other.  #bc that was easier than dealing with large uncomfortable unknowable elephant in the room.  #stupid idiots  #bless the day clark kent threw caution and fear to the wind and kissed lois in the middle of the bullpen  #delirious now  


 


Even if I could spell, the last thing I wanna do is spend my time in a newsroom. With my luck I’d probably end up across the desk from the most bumbling reporter on the masthead. 



Journalism. You ever thought about that?



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