#and before i sleep ):

[johanneswinstonwileyatmse]

Survival by Johannes Winston Wiley

"Survive, even if it's just for a day.

Survive, even if it's just for a second.

Survive, even if it takes your breath away,

Because to survive is to understand what is precious.

Survive, even if it's just for today.

Survive, out of spite, if you may.

Survive, to prove the bastards wrong.

Survive, because that's what makes you strong."

They tell me to keep my head above water,

That there's more I can do and ought to,

But they don't know the depths I've

Dived deep unto; when they tell me to "survive."

I've survived, staring down the barrel of a gun.

I've survived on the razor thin edge of a knife.

I've survived and survived, but when all is said and done,

I'm tired of surviving. I just want to live my life.

[chiisana-lion]

[overcaffeinated-aro]

ok not to be that guy but like. labor rights and working class rights can coexist with 24h services and late amenities. its certainly hard to do so without worker exploitation in this political and social environment, it’s not a conflict likely to resolve overnight. but 24h services are important and especially valuable to those of us that are disabled or are on a different circadian rhythm. in fact more professional, health, and government services should be available or at least possible to work on asynchronously (if applicable) during late or odd hours, while workers also get sufficient pay for their labor and proper consistent scheduling. this would be much easier on the workers with night schedules if the entire professional world didn’t grind to a halt at 5pmEST

[0wldn0]

This scene from one of the Suicide Squad movies reminded me of team ENA so I had to animate it ✨This drawing helped me a lot with the posing of the shotgun!!

[taffywabbit]

they should invent a new type of "staying in bed for 2-3 hours after you wake up repeatedly opening and closing apps on your phone" where it makes you feel awesome and energized and emotionally fulfilled

[dimeadozencows]

My personal understanding of the situation

[kenntoria]

you’re lying in bed with nanami, skin still warm from the shower, legs tangled under the sheets. the night is quiet, city buzz faint behind thick windows, the kind of calm that only settles in when the world’s already asleep.

he’s on his side, propped up on one elbow, thumb brushing slow lines along your hip. the bedside lamp casts soft gold over his face, and for a second you think you could look at him forever and never get tired of it.

“can i ask you something?” you murmur, voice muffled against his chest.

“of course.”

you hesitate, not because it’s a hard question, but because the quiet between you feels so delicate. like it might shatter if you speak too loudly.

“when did you know you liked me?”

he’s quiet for a second. thinking, not avoiding. and then—

“i think it was the first time you fell asleep on me,” he says, voice low. “you were talking about something—i don’t remember what—but your head was on my shoulder and you just… drifted off. you trusted me enough to do that.”

you glance up at him. “that’s it?”

his mouth twitches. “you drooled on me, too. just a little. really cute.”

you groan and try to hide your face but he catches your wrist and kisses your knuckles, laughter in his breath.

“no, really,” he says, quieter now. “i liked you before that. but that night… it settled something. i knew i wanted you forever.”

you smile into his chest, tracing lazy shapes into his skin.

“what about you?” he asks. “when did you know?”

you hum, pretending to think, even though you’ve always known.

“when my shower broke.”

you feel him shift slightly to look down at you. “your shower?”

you nod. “remember? i called you. it was like, stupid late, and i barely knew you. but you came over anyway. you didn’t even ask questions, just showed up and fixed the whole thing like it was nothing.”

he blinks. “i do remember. you looked… distressed.”

“i was so close to crying,” you laugh softly. “and then you showed up and just handled it. and i was standing there like, god, i should probably offer to suck him off or something.”

his laugh is a quiet rumble under your cheek.

“i didn’t,” you add, mock stern. “i had some self-control.”

“that’s very admirable of you.”

you shift a little, looking up at him again. “i mean it, though. you could’ve just told me to call a plumber in the morning.”

he’s looking at you like he’s trying to memorize you, every blink and curve and whisper.

“it wasn’t a big deal,” he says.

“it was to me.”

he pulls you closer, his hand pressing against your back, grounding. steady.

“always calling me a sap— you’re a sap too, aren’t you, kento?” you murmur, but your voice is fond, teasing.

he kisses your forehead, lingering.

“i’m in love,” he says simply. “what else am i supposed to be?”

you don’t have an answer. just a full heart and a man who never lets you fall apart alone.

and for once, that’s more than enough.

[mijlen]

JUST TENNA.

[the-palelady]

cowboy!ghost is soooo desperate to get his hands on the cute nurse he’s had his eyes set on since he showed up in town.

the last patient for the day is already making their way to the exit when he steps inside the dingy clinic. he’s calm. too calm for a man who’s got the image of you writhing beneath him in pleasure sitting so vividly in his mind.

you greet him with that same saccharine smile, uttering something about how you were almost done for the day. the rest of your words were lost to the wind.

amber irises followed the sway of your hips, the natural pout of your lips as you concentrated on finishing up your doctor’s notes.

you were oblivious to the way he stalked up behind you, a bear cornering its prey, pinning it down with the shadow of its massive form. his hands find the edge of the desk, and you’re caged.

and he almost falls to his knees seeing how tiny you are beneath him, head knocking against his chest when you stand up to your full height.

a gasp leaves you, eyes darting up to look at your reflection in the window, but all you see is the darkness in his eyes, cloudy with something that has your thighs pressing together, the apples of your cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink.

ghost doesn’t let you get a word in, instead leaning down to press his lips to the shell of your ear.

“kept me waitin’ long enough, love. i’ll apologize to the doc tomorrow for the mess m’about to make.”

[sadagios]

they call me icarus, because i would burn my wings for you.

[ladywhistleballs]

This is exactly how I picture them after colin and pen married 😂

[sadgayeddie]

[regonold]

So during a wayne gala, there was a rouge attack shocker. It was by scarecrow he was planning to flood the ballroom with his gas

Unfortunately his bomb was shoddily put together and one of the cannisters holding the gas fell and landed in the hands of one danny fenton there with his godfather

Now unfortunately all anyone could do was watch as this gas can suddenly spayed gas in this young mans face who started looking panicked and backing up before spotting vlad and stopping

Suddenly this kid who seemed like he was seconds from running is now fucking growing and preparing to pounce on vlad???

And vlad just looks resigned as if he figured this would happen

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 1x09 - "The Monster You Created"

[kettlefire]

Muscle Memory (DpxDc)

Jason barely remembered getting back to his safe house or even finding his way to bed. The night had been so tiring, so busy, and so many parts of his body hurt.

The moment his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. Drifting off into dreamland for some much need sleep.

That was until a noise stirred him up from his sleep. It was a soft creak of one of his many loose floorboards.

It was in a flash that Jason was up, eyes still heavy with sleep, and a gun held to his thigh as he exited his bedroom. The soft light coming from his bathroom was the first hint.

When he pushed open the bathroom door, the sight before him had him holstering his weapon. Black hair, blue eyes, and blood. That's all Jason needed to see.

Jason would swear he wasn't still half asleep, that he knew this wasn't one of his brothers. In reality, still sluggish from a hard night and sleep deprivation, Jasin's brain had automatically assumed it was one of his baby brothers.

As he immediately settled into patching up the wounds, holding back questions for now. It wouldn't be the first time one of them came to him for aid when they didn't want Bruce to know they were hurt yet.

It was pure muscle memory as Jason worked. Yes, he didn't like the injuries, reminding himself to ask which rogue did this in the morning.

Now wasn't the time for an interrogation. Not with the barely concealed tears in those eyes, or the dark bags that decorated beneath them.

He barely grumbled for the teen to take the couch, reminding that there were extra blankets in the hallway closet. Dropping a few pills into the boy's hand to help with the pain he was surely in.

Jason left the mess in the bathroom, leaving it a problem for more awake him. He waved the boy off when he tried to speak, telling him they'll talk in the morning.

In the end, Jason was glad to finally face plant back into his bed. Barely bothering to curl up under the covers before sleep took over once again.

When morning came, Jason almost forgot about letting one of his brother's crash in his place. Stumbling out of his bedroom to immediately notice the lump on his couch.

He put a pot of coffee on, grabbing his phone, ready to let Bruce know that whoever came to him last night was safe and sound.

Except, when Jason moved over to confirm who it was, he finally noticed. This wasn't one of his brothers. And last he heard, Bruce hadn't taken in any new strays.

Jason stood over the sleeping boy, phone in one hand, and mind figuring out what to do. His mind replaying the half-asleep memories from last night.

It made sense, now that he thought about it. The boy had seemed so scared, so surprised that Jason was helping. The boy hadn't done anything either by the looks of it.

He didn't seem to have taken anything or even snooped. The boy seemed to have just crashed on the couch like Jason had told him to. He didn't come here to rob him or cause trouble. The kid had broken into his safe house only to raid his first aid kit.

The kid had broken into his safe house only to raid his first aid kit.

Well, Jason wasn't about to put Alfred's teachings to shame by being a horrible host either.