[Generally speaking, Clark never has to worry about getting drunk. He is, after all, Kryptonian, and his liver basically laughs in the face of alcohol. On top of that, in the past, Paradisa has never overridden that natural immunity. Generally he wouldn't pay any heed to New Years' because of it ( Read more... )

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I don't know how many of you remember the summer when the outposts were built, but for those of you who weren't here, I'll explain ( Read more... )

[Clark had woken up this morning in the exact same way he usually did. He had gotten up, showered, gotten dressed, had breakfast with the fiancée, fed the dogs, all those good things... but sometime in the early afternoon he experienced a vast change in thought process. For some reason -- which surely had nothing to do with the castle -- he decided ( Read more... )

[Three whole years. Plus two days. Oops ( Read more... )

I'm quickly thinking I'll just be a juvenile parole officer, seeing as the opportunity comes up often enough.

[Kidding, mostly. Moving right along, though still pretty chill:]Anyway ( Read more... )

[Superman has been on the backburner a little. Clark hasn't been in the suit for a battle in some time, and he's never worn it in daylight -- that moment will probably come soon ( Read more... )

( Allies: Tyki, Billy, Legato, Arthas, Two-Face, Hank, Nikola, Wilhelm, & Harley )

[Krypto and Shelby both growl as Clark opens the door, and Clark kneels to greet both dogs. When Krypto comes over, though, Clark's tone shifts from concern to surprise. There's a moment where he's checking out the room, and then he grabs both a piece of metal from the floor and the journal from his pocket.]Hey. My dog had a scrap with the people ( Read more... )