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hackthis_archiveYou guys really do rock, thank you for all your support, hacking threats and entrails designs. Hotmail does indeed suck horribly, but that’s what you get with the free shit. (Wasn’t somebody talking about this the other day?)
Yes, I loved the feedback I had, and I appreciated it more than my deportment classes could ever convey, but at the same time, the sentiments are what count.
However, if you’ve archived my stuff could you send me a link, cos my memory ain’t *that* good.
Onward, I feel the need to post a lot today. So here’s something I wrote.
Elements contained herein: Tower of Drabble Challenge; crack-head speculation for SV S3+; serious Lex adoration.; RWR fic; tremendous Coldplay love.
Smallville
Things He Is (Not)
Politik
Lex is not going to die today.
It takes a lot of doing to die, and Lex’s focus is currently elsewhere. It’s not his time. He’s got things to live for, even if the water is really cold and hypothermia will be setting in soon.
Wearing this tie isn’t helping him breathe.
None of it matters. Only life matters.
Lex has a fledgling company that needs him, and a best man who didn’t show up at his wedding. He’s got a father to kill and a wife that clearly wasn’t listening during the section about ‘til death do us part.’
In My Place
Lex is stronger than he looks.
People constantly underestimate him because of his baldness and his last name. They think that because he’s a spoiled brat, he must also be weak.
They are wrong.
Lex bites harder than he barks.
He is also very strong.
As much as Lex exercises his brain muscles, he also exercises the rest of his body.
Atrophy is a Luthor sin.
Lex is a boxer and a fencer. Lex is a good swimmer.
But most of all, Lex is intelligent. He doesn’t need to be anything else when there are floating devices under the seats.
God Put a Smile on Your Face
Lex is not made to forgive. He is not made to forget. It’s only when he attempts to fight his breeding that problems occur. But not anymore.
Failure to forget the past will ensure that it occurs again. Ergo:
Lex will not marry again.
Lex will blackmail ownership of Luthor Corp away from his father.
Helen Bryce will go on an extended trip, permanently.
Lionel will take an early retirement.
But most importantly: the next time Lex gets stranded on a desert island he will make sure to have a secret stash of sunscreen because his head is getting burned.
The Scientist
Lex will not be the hero of his life.
That honor goes to Captain Andrew McNeil of the US Coast Guard, but Lex is in no humor to be picky after three days of raw fish and dysentery.
He’s also in no humor to answer questions from CBS and CNN affiliates. He’s only mildly surprised when his father’s not in the back of the waiting limousine, and if Lex were anyone else he might have sudden qualms about car accidents.
Lex is not anyone else; he is only human, but he’ll get well soon.
Then all hell will break loose.
Clocks
Lex is not going to live in the past.
Lex is going to live for the here and now.
Right here is the dotted line on a 137 page contract where Lex’s father will sign away his rights to his company.
Right now is a week A.D. II. It’s certainly been an eventful week, especially since Lionel Luthor has had an epiphany about the pricelessness of his only son and decided to turn over control of his company and all its assets and subsidiaries to him.
This will be the last time the name on the stationary reads ‘Luthor Corp’.
Daylight
Lex is not stupid.
Occasionally, however, he does stupid things: he got married twice in the same year. He believed. He trusted against his better judgment. He let his emotions control him. He told the truth. He asked for forgiveness.
In the light of day, Lex can see where he erred. He can see where he went wrong.
Of course his Orion Savannah binoculars have a X10 magnification, and from this distance Lex can see that Helen’s wearing quite a bit of eyeliner.
It’s sad, yet fortunate, that people can get kidnapped in the middle of the day and no one notices.
Green Eyes
Lex is over being in love with Desiree.
He’s also over being in love with Helen.
With the possible exception of his mother, Lex is over being love with women, period. It never quite seems to work out, too much backstabbing and lying. Of course Lex could say that about a lot of things, but as the CEO of the newly expanded Lex Corp, he’s not particularly interested in love right now.
He tells himself he’s not interested in a lot of things, but he has yet to move back to Metropolis.
He still waits for Clark to call first.
Warning Sign
Lex is nothing if not aware.
He knows about the accident with the truck and the loss of the baby. He knows about the cellar-sized crater next to the barn. He also knows that Clark ran off to Metropolis on the same day that he didn’t show up to be Lex’s Best Man. Of course Clark thought the wedding wasn’t going to happen, but Lex could have used the support.
He knows that something else happened.
He can tell by the forlorn look on Lana’s face and the way Chloe no longer patronizes The Talon.
Lex is all about reading signs.
A Whisper
Lex is more than the sum of his parts.
He’s about defying death at nine and twenty-one and twenty-three, but he’s also about comic books in his library, yellowing photographs of his mother in Montana, and the labs he has set up all over the castle because he will always want to know why.
Lex is the flowers he sends to Mrs. Kent on the day he visits his mother’s grave.
However.
Lex is also about the truth. He’s about intuition and not going against what he knows.
Lex knows Clark’s secret.
He’s stopped waiting for Clark to tell him.
A Rush of Blood to the Head
Lex is not a teenager.
He does not expect the truth to fall from the sky nor does he expect seventeen year-old boys to interrupt his business meetings because they have ‘really really really’ important things to tell him. Really.
He certainly does not expect for said seventeen year-olds to start talking about destiny and aliens and places out of Star Wars. Lex is too old for things like this.
However, he’s not too old to appreciate being kissed by his best friend.
Then again Lex may or may not be a lot of things.
Clark, apparently, doesn’t care.
-finis-
Notes: All subsections from the LP 'A Rush of Blood to the Head'
Yes, I loved the feedback I had, and I appreciated it more than my deportment classes could ever convey, but at the same time, the sentiments are what count.
However, if you’ve archived my stuff could you send me a link, cos my memory ain’t *that* good.
Onward, I feel the need to post a lot today. So here’s something I wrote.
Elements contained herein: Tower of Drabble Challenge; crack-head speculation for SV S3+; serious Lex adoration.; RWR fic; tremendous Coldplay love.
Smallville
Things He Is (Not)
Politik
Lex is not going to die today.
It takes a lot of doing to die, and Lex’s focus is currently elsewhere. It’s not his time. He’s got things to live for, even if the water is really cold and hypothermia will be setting in soon.
Wearing this tie isn’t helping him breathe.
None of it matters. Only life matters.
Lex has a fledgling company that needs him, and a best man who didn’t show up at his wedding. He’s got a father to kill and a wife that clearly wasn’t listening during the section about ‘til death do us part.’
In My Place
Lex is stronger than he looks.
People constantly underestimate him because of his baldness and his last name. They think that because he’s a spoiled brat, he must also be weak.
They are wrong.
Lex bites harder than he barks.
He is also very strong.
As much as Lex exercises his brain muscles, he also exercises the rest of his body.
Atrophy is a Luthor sin.
Lex is a boxer and a fencer. Lex is a good swimmer.
But most of all, Lex is intelligent. He doesn’t need to be anything else when there are floating devices under the seats.
God Put a Smile on Your Face
Lex is not made to forgive. He is not made to forget. It’s only when he attempts to fight his breeding that problems occur. But not anymore.
Failure to forget the past will ensure that it occurs again. Ergo:
Lex will not marry again.
Lex will blackmail ownership of Luthor Corp away from his father.
Helen Bryce will go on an extended trip, permanently.
Lionel will take an early retirement.
But most importantly: the next time Lex gets stranded on a desert island he will make sure to have a secret stash of sunscreen because his head is getting burned.
The Scientist
Lex will not be the hero of his life.
That honor goes to Captain Andrew McNeil of the US Coast Guard, but Lex is in no humor to be picky after three days of raw fish and dysentery.
He’s also in no humor to answer questions from CBS and CNN affiliates. He’s only mildly surprised when his father’s not in the back of the waiting limousine, and if Lex were anyone else he might have sudden qualms about car accidents.
Lex is not anyone else; he is only human, but he’ll get well soon.
Then all hell will break loose.
Clocks
Lex is not going to live in the past.
Lex is going to live for the here and now.
Right here is the dotted line on a 137 page contract where Lex’s father will sign away his rights to his company.
Right now is a week A.D. II. It’s certainly been an eventful week, especially since Lionel Luthor has had an epiphany about the pricelessness of his only son and decided to turn over control of his company and all its assets and subsidiaries to him.
This will be the last time the name on the stationary reads ‘Luthor Corp’.
Daylight
Lex is not stupid.
Occasionally, however, he does stupid things: he got married twice in the same year. He believed. He trusted against his better judgment. He let his emotions control him. He told the truth. He asked for forgiveness.
In the light of day, Lex can see where he erred. He can see where he went wrong.
Of course his Orion Savannah binoculars have a X10 magnification, and from this distance Lex can see that Helen’s wearing quite a bit of eyeliner.
It’s sad, yet fortunate, that people can get kidnapped in the middle of the day and no one notices.
Green Eyes
Lex is over being in love with Desiree.
He’s also over being in love with Helen.
With the possible exception of his mother, Lex is over being love with women, period. It never quite seems to work out, too much backstabbing and lying. Of course Lex could say that about a lot of things, but as the CEO of the newly expanded Lex Corp, he’s not particularly interested in love right now.
He tells himself he’s not interested in a lot of things, but he has yet to move back to Metropolis.
He still waits for Clark to call first.
Warning Sign
Lex is nothing if not aware.
He knows about the accident with the truck and the loss of the baby. He knows about the cellar-sized crater next to the barn. He also knows that Clark ran off to Metropolis on the same day that he didn’t show up to be Lex’s Best Man. Of course Clark thought the wedding wasn’t going to happen, but Lex could have used the support.
He knows that something else happened.
He can tell by the forlorn look on Lana’s face and the way Chloe no longer patronizes The Talon.
Lex is all about reading signs.
A Whisper
Lex is more than the sum of his parts.
He’s about defying death at nine and twenty-one and twenty-three, but he’s also about comic books in his library, yellowing photographs of his mother in Montana, and the labs he has set up all over the castle because he will always want to know why.
Lex is the flowers he sends to Mrs. Kent on the day he visits his mother’s grave.
However.
Lex is also about the truth. He’s about intuition and not going against what he knows.
Lex knows Clark’s secret.
He’s stopped waiting for Clark to tell him.
A Rush of Blood to the Head
Lex is not a teenager.
He does not expect the truth to fall from the sky nor does he expect seventeen year-old boys to interrupt his business meetings because they have ‘really really really’ important things to tell him. Really.
He certainly does not expect for said seventeen year-olds to start talking about destiny and aliens and places out of Star Wars. Lex is too old for things like this.
However, he’s not too old to appreciate being kissed by his best friend.
Then again Lex may or may not be a lot of things.
Clark, apparently, doesn’t care.
-finis-
Notes: All subsections from the LP 'A Rush of Blood to the Head'
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