[ART] secret_chlark gift for simplytoopretty
Summer 2011
For: simplytoopretty
Request: Three things she'd like in a graphic: black-and-white, hugging scenes, kept fairly simple
Type: Picspam
Title: easier to put love into hugs than to put it into words
Summary: Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity when you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you. -Jacques Prévert
A/N: Made for secret_chlark. See, here's the thing: at first I wanted to make you (specific you, being simplytoopretty) everything. Videos and fanmixes and arts of all kinds and the world was just bursting with possibilities. And rainbows.
Then I didn't want to make you anything. Because the world was a sad, sad place. And everyone hated puppies. It was sad. And gray. So very, very gray. (And sad.)
Then I was trying to bribe other people to do it for me. You were one of those people. This plan did not work.
Then I had THE BEST IDEA EVER. I later realized that the idea didn't make any sense to other people. (And that it probably wasn't that good of an idea if it made me stop making sense to people.) (In hindsight, this idea no longer makes sense to me either.) (I think.)
Then I had a different BEST IDEA EVER. Annnnd it turned out that it actually was a good idea, but I am a terrible writer. (And terribly lazy.) (So very, very lazy.)
Then I had a third BEST IDEA EVER. Annnnd it turned out that it wasn't what you wanted. Like. At all. (And it would take too long.) (Mostly it would take too long.) (I figured I'd just make you like it.) (I mean, if I like it, isn't that enough?)
Then I had a semi-decent idea that wouldn't suck away the rest of my summer and had the added bonus of not making me look like a crazy person. (As you know, once I get in the throes of one of my BEST IDEA EVERs, sanity is the first thing to go.) (Followed shortly by sleep and really, it's just downhill from there.) (Lionel Luthor in a tracksuit. I don't think I need to say anything else.)
Then it turned out my semi-decent-actually-sort-of-good-because-it's-actually-something-you-might-want-and-not-some-crazy-idea-vaguely-related-to-something-or-other-you-said-or-probably-didn't-actually-say-but-it-gave-me-an-excuse-to-do-this-other-thing-anyway was not due when I thought it was due so technically I was done early.
So. It festered. (And blackheart_me is a shameless, shameless enabler.) And it got complicated until my head started hurting, and I had to uncomplicate it. From the ashes, this was born. Ta-da!
In conclusion: "Where've you been?" "Sorry, got held up at a Russian work camp" is the best exchange ever.
In additional conclusion: I think I'm going to start rating on a scale of 1 to Lionel Luthor in a Tracksuit.
easier to put love into hugs
than to put it into words,
Clark: Chloe? Chloe! It's okay. Everything's okay.
Chloe: Clark. I knew it was you. It's always you.
Clark: Chloe!
Chloe: Hi.
Clark: You're back.
Chloe: Yeah, fresh from the wilds of Metropolis and the Daily Planet Internship Program.
Clark: Well, Pete said you were a big hit. I thought we'd lost you for good.
Chloe: Yeah, well, my dad decided to give LexCorp another shot, so here I am: back in the boonies.
Clark: Well, I'm glad you're staying. I'd really miss you this year.
Chloe: Look, I know "I'm sorry" is becoming a recurring motif in our relationship but --
Clark: No, Chloe, uhm. I appreciate your honesty, but you weren't yourself.
Chloe: I wish I could believe that. But there have been so many times when my curiosity has gotten the best of me.
Maybe this is just who I am?
Clark: No. You're going after the truth. Chloe, there's nothing wrong with that.
Chloe: Unless it hurts the people you care about the most. I'm just afraid that one day I'm going to push too hard,
and I'm not going to get the chance to say I'm sorry.
Clark: Today's not that day.
Clark: Chloe? You okay? Chloe? Chloe. I was afraid I'd lost you.
Chloe: Clark! Oh my God, I though you were dead!
Clark: Hi. Uhm, so did I for a while there.
Chloe: What happened? Where did you go?
Clark: A place I never want to go again. Are you okay?
Chloe: Yeah. Everything's great now that you're here.
Chloe: Clark, are you all right? Hey.
Clark: Chloe, look me in the eye.
Chloe: Nice try, but from what I've heard everything about the two of you is the exact same
right down to your baby blues.
Clark: If I were the phantom, direct sunlight would make my face change. It's me.
Chloe: Oh my God. Thank God it's you.
Chloe: Clark, where have you been? I've been waiting for you.
Clark: Sorry, got held up at a Russian work camp. I'm so glad you're okay.
For: simplytoopretty
Request: Three things she'd like in a graphic: black-and-white, hugging scenes, kept fairly simple
Type: Picspam
Title: easier to put love into hugs than to put it into words
Summary: Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity when you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you. -Jacques Prévert
A/N: Made for secret_chlark. See, here's the thing: at first I wanted to make you (specific you, being simplytoopretty) everything. Videos and fanmixes and arts of all kinds and the world was just bursting with possibilities. And rainbows.
Then I didn't want to make you anything. Because the world was a sad, sad place. And everyone hated puppies. It was sad. And gray. So very, very gray. (And sad.)
Then I was trying to bribe other people to do it for me. You were one of those people. This plan did not work.
Then I had THE BEST IDEA EVER. I later realized that the idea didn't make any sense to other people. (And that it probably wasn't that good of an idea if it made me stop making sense to people.) (In hindsight, this idea no longer makes sense to me either.) (I think.)
Then I had a different BEST IDEA EVER. Annnnd it turned out that it actually was a good idea, but I am a terrible writer. (And terribly lazy.) (So very, very lazy.)
Then I had a third BEST IDEA EVER. Annnnd it turned out that it wasn't what you wanted. Like. At all. (And it would take too long.) (Mostly it would take too long.) (I figured I'd just make you like it.) (I mean, if I like it, isn't that enough?)
Then I had a semi-decent idea that wouldn't suck away the rest of my summer and had the added bonus of not making me look like a crazy person. (As you know, once I get in the throes of one of my BEST IDEA EVERs, sanity is the first thing to go.) (Followed shortly by sleep and really, it's just downhill from there.) (Lionel Luthor in a tracksuit. I don't think I need to say anything else.)
Then it turned out my semi-decent-actually-sort-of-good-because-it's-actually-something-you-might-want-and-not-some-crazy-idea-vaguely-related-to-something-or-other-you-said-or-probably-didn't-actually-say-but-it-gave-me-an-excuse-to-do-this-other-thing-anyway was not due when I thought it was due so technically I was done early.
So. It festered. (And blackheart_me is a shameless, shameless enabler.) And it got complicated until my head started hurting, and I had to uncomplicate it. From the ashes, this was born. Ta-da!
In conclusion: "Where've you been?" "Sorry, got held up at a Russian work camp" is the best exchange ever.
In additional conclusion: I think I'm going to start rating on a scale of 1 to Lionel Luthor in a Tracksuit.
easier to put love into hugs
than to put it into words,
Clark: Chloe? Chloe! It's okay. Everything's okay.
Chloe: Clark. I knew it was you. It's always you.
Clark: Chloe!
Chloe: Hi.
Clark: You're back.
Chloe: Yeah, fresh from the wilds of Metropolis and the Daily Planet Internship Program.
Clark: Well, Pete said you were a big hit. I thought we'd lost you for good.
Chloe: Yeah, well, my dad decided to give LexCorp another shot, so here I am: back in the boonies.
Clark: Well, I'm glad you're staying. I'd really miss you this year.
Chloe: Look, I know "I'm sorry" is becoming a recurring motif in our relationship but --
Clark: No, Chloe, uhm. I appreciate your honesty, but you weren't yourself.
Chloe: I wish I could believe that. But there have been so many times when my curiosity has gotten the best of me.
Maybe this is just who I am?
Clark: No. You're going after the truth. Chloe, there's nothing wrong with that.
Chloe: Unless it hurts the people you care about the most. I'm just afraid that one day I'm going to push too hard,
and I'm not going to get the chance to say I'm sorry.
Clark: Today's not that day.
Clark: Chloe? You okay? Chloe? Chloe. I was afraid I'd lost you.
Chloe: Clark! Oh my God, I though you were dead!
Clark: Hi. Uhm, so did I for a while there.
Chloe: What happened? Where did you go?
Clark: A place I never want to go again. Are you okay?
Chloe: Yeah. Everything's great now that you're here.
Chloe: Clark, are you all right? Hey.
Clark: Chloe, look me in the eye.
Chloe: Nice try, but from what I've heard everything about the two of you is the exact same
right down to your baby blues.
Clark: If I were the phantom, direct sunlight would make my face change. It's me.
Chloe: Oh my God. Thank God it's you.
Chloe: Clark, where have you been? I've been waiting for you.
Clark: Sorry, got held up at a Russian work camp. I'm so glad you're okay.