You wouldn’t even let me help you with your coat.
I held your hand.
Only when you were taking hors d’oeuvres out of it.
Lois Lane’s Rules of Reporting
#clawing at my face #why are they so lovely? #i #i don’t want to talk about it #i’m going to start my rewatch soon #daily planet duo #clark is such a dork and it never ceases to delight me #i love that lois brings up his ‘memento’ and she’s teasing him #but she’s also charmed by it #and it’s true of so many other dinky little kitschy smallvillian things #that she mocks tirelessly (because she’s lois) but can’t help but be enamoured by #his stupid plaid shirts and warm milk when you can’t sleep with cookies on the side #and clark; smallville; in whom all of these things are embodied #with his stupid smalltown sincerity and absurd kindness and indelible naivete #and his unfailing belief in people and humanity (and HER) no matter how snarky and cheeky she is #(because he loves that and it turns him on obviously; IDIOT) #also one day we should chat about how this superman dude #who is probably the most powerful being on the planet; who isn’t a slouch intellectually by any means #has no issues or qualms with learning from a woman #no problem understanding that without a doubt - she is the better journalist #and that no matter how much time passes; he’ll always have so much to learn from her #that he might be able to scale everest in the blink of an eye (less) or bang out thousands of words in a minute #but in this - she’s ‘super’ and he’s got his hands full just trying to keep up with her. #(he also loves this and it turns him on obviously; IDIOT) #what kind of heart doesn’t look back and cryyyyyyyyyyyyyy at this perfection?