closed starter for @noiranamnesis
based on this:
[ NO VACANCIES ]: both characters are in a position where they must share a hotel room together; not so bad, until they realize the only room left has one bed and no sofa in it. paired with a carpet that not even a worst enemy would be subjected to, the two must share the bed.
The light vanished from Day's eyes when they finally stepped foot into the tiny hotel room. It was far from luxerious and normally they wouldn't mind that so much, except for one problem. It had been the last room. And now they were stuck sharing it with a total stranger, completely oblivious to their current situation. At least it was just for the night. It was almost embarrassing, the hideous stained carpet paired with cigarette tarnished wallpaper. The bed sheets looked relatively clean, though, so that was what really mattered.
They let their bag fall from their shoulder, hitting the ground just beside the doorway, mouth slightly agape as they stared into the room. Sure enough, only one bed and not even a sofa to sleep on. That was fine, though...If need be, Daianira could sleep in the bathtub, so long as the door stayed locked.
"I'm...I- I am terribly sorry about this...Again. It-- If it wasn't an emergency, I would not have insisted..." Frantic eyes locked on the other, her lips curving into a soft, worried frown. "Please. You are more than welcome to the bed."
It had been a few days since Harvey was released from Blackgate on parole. He still had a lot of unpacking to do. His living room and dining room were cluttered with moving boxes. Lissie, his sister, was staying in town that week. He’d have her come over and help him finish unpacking.
After he finished putting some glasses away in the dining room, Harvey went back to the kitchen. He’d left his phone on the island. He picked up his phone and saw he had one new message. It was from Dwight. Dwight. His throat tightened. He hadn’t heard from him in a long time. How could he even begin to explain everything that happened since the last time they met?
Harvey took a shaky breath, trying to stay calm. He wouldn’t tell Dwight everything. Not yet. For now, he would just play it cool and pretend everything was normal. He would explain everything when they met face to face.
[Text]: Hey, Dwight, it’s been a while since I’ve heard from you. Are you OK? I was starting to worry.
zero respect when people get all "oh nooooo i sure hope this post doesn't get a zillion noootes teehee, stop reblogging I can't have this be what people remember me for 🥺🤭" all coy and shit when the option to disable reblogs is right there. strangle that post in its crib to prove you're not a poser.
an ex-zionist jewish man recently went a bit viral on tiktok for sharing exactly how he sees zionism tie israel to the jewish identity and his personal experience with breaking away from it - I think it’s a really great watch.
He also made a follow up talking specifically about how he learned to humanise Palestinians, and a really integral part of it was his school, which would often bring in Palestinian speakers who’d share their perspective (here’s a link to it).
(@fcdcdmcmories || jeremy gilbert)
"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN AT IT?" the question was careful to avoid the actual subject. self defense. he couldn't quite say either word. stupid letter, s. he couldn't quite call it that either. "i've been thinking of giving it a try." a big guy like him, dolerhyde wasn't worried. but what was the point of having SUCH GREAT STRENGTH if he didn't know how to use it? size wasn't everything; a scorpion could kill a frog. and a person, too.
Istredd followed her toward the bed, waiting until the motion
to invite him in. And when she did, he'd climb his way in,
resting himself on his side so he could face her. He'd pull
the covers back up, helping them both to get a bit more
comfortable.
She already knew his lines. Istredd couldn't resist grinning
at hearing his old excuses coming out of her mouth. That
was okay. He knew she was right. He was just rightly
stubborn himself in his own way. That just had quite the
tendency to give way beneath Yennefer. And he was
always willing to relinquish that control.
"I know. I just get a bit... distracted." Especially when he
was on the verge of really realizing something, or at least
felt like he was. For three days straight. "At least you're
here. To pull my head out of the clouds."
Let’s amp up the “Jason says ow and the batfam thinks he must be gravely injured” headcanon.
Jason calls Bruce or Dick for fun and says nothing but “goodbye” before hanging up (maybe it’s a dare by Roy who TOTALLY suspects the reaction Jay is gonna get).
Ten minutes late the entire Justice League is scouring Gotham, on the hunt for Jason.
"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"
some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3