#the chill of the morning

[onearmedlegend]

Billy’s had a bad night, and Steve looks at him with a look of pity.

Billy doesn’t like that he can’t leave and go to the beach to think anymore. He doesn’t like that his dad’s on him about taking Max wherever she pleases. There’s no calmness surrounding him anymore.

So when he shows up at Steve’s house at 5 am, clearly not in a mood to talk, Steve just pats his shoulder and tells him, “C’mon.”

They get in Steve’s car in silence. No music, no talking, no drinks or cigarettes.

But Steve rolls the windows down and pulls out of his driveway. Billy looks out the open window, clearly exhausted and a little pissed he’s not in charge of driving.

The sun hasn’t risen yet, but Steve knows what time it does; 5:35 am.

They take the long backroads, letting the breeze blow through their hair. Steve thumps a small beat on the wheel. Billy’s got his arms crossed, leaning further back in the passenger seat, ready to take a nap.

But the sky is turning a light purple, and the stars are disappearing. Billy’s eyes widen when he notices the area around them is flooded with empty fields and tractors waiting for their farmers.

Steve looks over at him and smiles, but he doesn’t dare let Billy see this.

He pulls over on the side of the road where the trees are no longer blocking the 100-mile view of the Midwest.

The sun is peaking over the field, it feels like, trying to say, “Hello.” Steve hops out and waits for Billy to do the same, and Billy does. They both lean on the passenger door and watch the sky become a pink-ish orange to a light blue.

Steve’s admiring the view he found one grateful night when he couldn’t sleep; the demodog yelps and his friends’ screams becoming too loud. But he’s also giddy over the awe Billy has on his face.

The pink glow etches his cheeks like he’s blushing, mouth draped open in a shock that anything could be this beautiful.

It’s a long 10 minutes before Steve jumps at Billy’s first words he’s said in an hour:

“Wow.”

Steve chuckles and nods, kicking at the ground. “Yep.”

[july-19th-club]

seriously have been thinking about this all night long. call me autistic but the fact that 90% of workplaces the point is not to get your work done and then be done doing it but to instead perform an elaborate social dance in which you find something to do even when you're done doing everything you need to do in order to show your fellow workers that you, too, are Working . because you are at Work . disgusting why cant we all agree that if there is no work immediately to be done. we just dont do anything

[adaki]

Wanted to try drawing something a little ornate, I think they’d make each other worse

[frownyalfred]

Imagine shooting Nightwing and the bullet just bounces off his chest. Nightwing gives you this look. THEN you see Batman right behind him. He’s nowhere near as pleased as his protégé.

(They’re both going to beat the shit out of you. Nightwing is just going be nicer about it)

[frontlinebicepsoftheninth]

one of my favorite things about gideon is the characterization of "born 2 be jock 😎🔥💪 forced 2 be goth 😔☠️🦴" like quite literally one of the funniest character choices i've seen an author make and pull off

[illustrounema]

that happened

guys they’re canon

the moment ⬆️

[sainz100]

2024 Brazilian GP | x

[emil1863]

What if Ace was having a lot of fun and was enjoying his twenties?

Absolutley. Your brain is wonderful, and it's what Ace deserves.

[cametotheshowinsd]

The autumn chill that wakes me up, you loved the amber skies so much;

🍁TAYLOR SWIFT × FALL🍁

[thoselovelythings]

[friendzoned61]

Happy Birthday Mr. Iplier!

@lady-raziel u will always be the famous to me

[ezc6]

good morning 💨🍋🍃

[corniart]

Catleb and Essek on a perfect Nidocranas morning

edit: i forgor i wanted to post a close up

[blee-bleep]

heehoo, diakko mess here idk what the plot was but smth smth breakup and diana thought she could move on but actually cant sooo whoopie doo ladies and gents

[gunstellations]

gentle mornings

[stopthatfool]

Consistently shocked by the idea that people think Bradley Rooster Bradshaw is chill and laid back. He’s actually shockingly unchill. He is the opposite of chill. He did not inherent any of his parents chillness. He’s a loser who’s too invested in everything.

Like ya hi I’m Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and I cut off my remaining family, surrogate father, and support system for 15 years cuz he pulled my naval academy papers because he didn’t want me to die like my biological father and because my mother wanted me to be free of the navy’s confinements and to exist outside of a system that physically uses me for their own power and political gains— gains I will never experience and feel for myself. A system that sees me as no more than a number, a soldier, something easily replaceable, as a body to be sacrificed in a war that i did not start nor will i finish.

“Bradley's chill.” No he’s not. He’s a beast. He’s a 30 something year old man whose entire purpose revolves around holding a grudge and proving his surrogate father wrong. This beast who literally said this to his surrogate father— "No wife. No kids. Nobody to mourn when you burn in." Beastly. Ghastly thing to say. 15 years and he still hates the guy who's been there for him since day one. He’s a guy who refuses to even begin to understand where Mav was coming from or to even think of what his mother wanted. He’s evil. And I love him.

Hi I’m Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and when someone brings up a well known, easily accessible fact that my father and surrogate father used to fly together I will try to cause physical harm against them and my friends will have to physically hold me back. I’m Bradley Bradshaw and I was willing to put my entire career on the line (the one in which I put my family aside for) so I can attack and beat this guy up.

I love his big ol’ Bambi eyes… he’s evil and fucked up and he’s not chill. Yes he wears jorts and tropical shirts, but that just means he’s gay and a fucking liar. Just cuz he looks like some surfer dude does not mean that he’s actually laid back like one. He’s lying to himself— trying to convince himself he is something that he is not and never will be. He is unchill. He’s lame. He has undiagnosed anxiety and it physically expresses itself through anger and loserly-ness. He cares so much to the point of self sabotage. He will always be unchill, no matter how much he tries to change that fact.

Y’all ever want to cradle a grown man in your arms? (graphic design is my passion)