The transition from hurt and shock to ‘dad’s messing with me again’ really tells just how trusting Clark is.
And why wouldn’t he still believe in Santa as an adult? I mean, he can fly, breath in space, and shoot lasers out of his eyes. He’s friends with a living statue-lady, at least three different aliens, a dude who can run faster than the speed of sound because of magic lightning, and about three dozen other extraordinary people. Why would it be impossible for an immortal dude to go to every house in the world in one night, flying in his sleigh pulled by a team of reindeer?
This is a great moment of characterization for Clark, and I love it.
“I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway…” (insp.)
Why is Poison Ivy always so hypersexualized she’s basically a magic farmer she should be wearing muddy boots and complaining about how corn subsidies are killing agriculture as well as flora biodiversity in the US
They want her to be a forest nymph instead of the stem field eco-terrorist feminist that she is
…I had to draw it.
It also fits because she’s a lesbian, and lesbians wear plaid jackets.
To be fair, the in-universe explanation is so she can attract rich men who devastate the environment to her so she can murder them.
…that would only work the first few times.
I think you’re underestimating the stupidity of horny men.
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