There are times, then, when in order to keep ourselves in existence at all we simply have to sit back for a while and do nothing.
Our being is not to be enriched merely by activity and experience as such. Everything depends on the quality of our acts and our experiences. A multitude of badly performed actions and of experiences only half lived exhausts and depletes our being. When our activity is habitually disordered, our malformed conscience can think of nothing better to tell us than to multiply the quantity of our acts, without perfecting their quality. And so we go from bad to worse, exhausting ourselves, empty our whole life of all content, and fall into despair. There are times, then, when in order to keep ourselves in existence at all we simply have to sit back for a while and do nothing. And for a man who has let himself be drawn completely out of himself by his activity, nothing is more difficult than to sit still and rest, doing nothing at all. The very act of resting is the hardest and most courageous act he can perform; and often it is quite beyond his power.
— Thomas Merton, Thoughts in Solitude (Farrar, Straus and Cudahy, 1956) (via The Hammock Papers)
Danny, on a work trip with his parents, is tired and maybe a little cranky and also all of his joints hurt.
Sleeping in the GAV is not great. As in, it just doesn't happen.
So he pops his neck.
Or, he tries to pop his neck.
He sighs and grabs the bottom of his jaw and the top of his head and forces his neck to pop.
Except he miscalculated.
He's broken his own neck.
As a halfa, it's fine, he just needs to force/hold it in place and wait twenty minutes for his healing factor to kick in. But when he moves to do that, a pair of red-gloved hands interrupt him and put him in a bracing hold.
"Don't worry kid, ambulance is on it's way!" The Flash reassures him, not budging an inch. "I know it feels like you can just pop it back into place, but it's actually pretty broken right now, and you could uh...it...the doctors will makes sure you're okay!"
Danny watches in despair as his family disappears into the crowd, having not noticed that he was being held up, and tries to think of a lie to make the hero let go without resorting to using his powers in front of the many, many livestreaming phones that have turned towards him.
Sitting up straight out of a dream at 1 am thinking abt how Gale falls head over heels for a kind Tav bc he’s never known someone to be so genuinely kind without expecting anything in return. His last relationship was transactional and left him broken so seeing someone that cares for others and someone that loves him for him without expecting anything in return is entirely new for him so of Course he was going to be enamored by them
[554] Todays piece is my contribution to hermitzine! It was an honor to work with such amazing talented people! This drawing was super fun to work on even though I had to kinda rush it at the end haha.
I was telling my little sister about Gertrude Robinson the other day and she said something that kind of made my brain explode. I was explaining all of the terrible things that Gertrude did in the name of saving the world and how, on the opposite side, Jon avoided doing a lot of terrible things but ended up dooming the world anyways. She responded with the classic, “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.”
And idk it just really struck me. Bc, between Jon and Gertrude, which of them had better intentions? Which one of them ended up in hell?? Crazy crazy crazy to me bc I’m pretty sure it could apply equally to both of them.
An Israeli sniper shoots a Palestinian in his legs whilst they were trying to move to the north and open fires at anyone who is trying to help him on the last point between the north and south of Gaza. 25.11.23 via motaz_azaiza