sending love out tonight to everyone who is progressively losing their abilities, whether that's movement, ability to walk, eyesight, or hearing.
it's hard to come to terms with the fact that you can't do things that you used to be able to do. I'll be honest, it feels like you're losing control of your life. it can feel very isolating and hopeless. its scary and overwhelming, and it's so hard to deal with.
you are not less than just because you can do less. im proud of you for still being here, and i wish you ease with adjusting to new ways of life. please take care of yourself, i love you.
gentle addition for the folks who are losing their mental capacity in any way, shape, or form. If you can’t think as clearly as you used to, if you don’t have the executive functioning you once had, if your memory is getting worse, if your sensory processing issues are increasing, if your episodes are becoming more frequent. Your life has inherent value and I hope I can help remind you of that.
yo being black and depressed is hard as fuck. being black with anxiety is hard as fuck. being black with a chronic illness or disability is hard a fuck. everybody expects you to be ‘strong’ at all times and no one sees black people as complex or nuanced enough to be capable of suffering. no one ever thinks we could possibly need help. and if you’re a black woman, the moment you stop thinking about others and try to tend to yourself you’re a selfish lazy ungrateful bitch.
support black people, esp women, who need help. don’t just call us strong or tell us we’ll get through it, help us. protect us. uplift us. allow us to be beings capable of suffering. give us the same space you’d give white women to express our pain and be there for us like you would for anyone else.
Here’s some of my favorite comic book Moon Knight moments
edit: It has come to my attention that some of these are fake but i dont care because they’re hilarious and very in character and make me love him more
Batman villains r so funny like any other supervillain has weaknesses like specific metals or fire or stuff. And Batman villains weaknesses are just like. He really needs a therapist. Like really bad.
one-sentence synopsis: adrian can tell how exhausted you are when you get home, so he's going to make everything better.
author's note: this is just a soft little drabble based on only one request!! i hope you all have a lovely soft night just like this one!!
read on ao3!
You’re exhausted before you even step through your front door.
It’s been a long day. It’s been a long week, a long month— Sometimes, it feels like it’s been a long life, but you’re just— just so, so tired. You know it’s not really that bad.
But, right now…
You sigh, pushing your key into your lock. You miss on the first go, but get it on the second, fumbling and scraping at the metal. It’s frustrating, but you still make yourself take a breath. You’re so close to sleeping, and you saw Adrian’s car outside, so he’s probably already inside and asleep, too. You can’t wait to join him.
Pushing into the apartment you and Adrian share, you’re mostly leaning on the door for support. You’re expecting to find the place dark; you got off your shift late, and it’s way past midnight. He was definitely out as Vigilante tonight, so he should be asleep, by all rights.
Instead, the lamp is on by the sofa. You blink in the warm light for only a moment before you register Adrian jumping up to his feet, already jogging to meet you.
“Hey,” he greets, wrapping his arms around you. He nuzzles into your throat, hands threading up under your shirt to skim over your back. “How was your day? I love you.” He pulls back, examines you, then says, “You look exhausted. How’re you feeling?”
“Exhausted,” you echo in answer. He kisses your cheek, the corner of your mouth, then draws back. “What’re you doing up?”
“Waiting for you,” he tells you. He’s already unbuttoning your jacket for you, pushing it back off your shoulders.
“How’d your night go?” you ask.
Adrian’s smiling as he starts walking you through his day and night beat-for-beat. You’re tired enough that you just let his words wash over and through you, absorbing them into your body, letting them warm you from the inside out. He tells you about the most absurd and minor details, things nobody else would notice. He talks about the fish he stopped to look at in the pet store window tonight since nobody was out committing crimes, and the Wikipedia hole he ended up in while it was slow at work, and the list of movies he’s come up with in his head for you both to watch this weekend.
You love him, and you let him take care of you. While he talks, he pushes your clothes off you, one article at a time, and guides you towards the bedroom you share.
“You know,” Adrian says, when he’s pulling one of his t-shirts over your head for you to use as pajamas, “you have two whole days off now. You can sleep as much as you want.”
“Mm?” you ask. He tugs you towards the bed; you think, and you realize he’s right. “Oh, shit. That’s awesome.”
“Isn’t it just?” Adrian tells you. “Two whole days where we don’t have to do anything except hug each other all the time and— and I can order us takeout and we can do— I don’t know, I’ll look it up, I’ll go on Reddit and see what people think we should do.”
You collapse into the mattress, head on the edge of your pillow. Adrian reaches down and shifts you for you, centering you on the pillow, tugging the covers up and over you. You stretch out, your limbs all pulling as you yawn, wriggling to get comfortable.
“Or,” you suggest sleepily, “we can do anything we want.”
Adrian pauses in tugging his own clothes off, then says, “Oh, dip. You’re right, we should just— sleep and hang and do whatever we want.” He grins when he pulls himself up into bed with you, cupping your chin in his hand so he can pull you in for a smushing kiss. “You look so sleepy. Look at you.” His fingertip traces under one of your eyes. “You poor thing, what a nightmare, c’mere.”
You huff a laugh, letting him guide you into laying against him. He wraps his arms tightly around you, squeezing you to his chest.
“Should I, like— I don’t know,” Adrian asks, “Do more? Do you want me to, like, make you a snack, or—”
You snuggle closer into him, tilting up so you can kiss the soft underneath of his jaw. He twists so he can wrap the two of you up together, slotting your arms with his, your legs with his, tangling the two of you up together.
“In the morning. I’m too tired now,” you tell him.
“What if—”
“If you move me,” you say, “I’ll scream. I swear.”
Adrian laughs, bringing your face up for another kiss to one of the bruises under your eyes, then to your cheek, and down again, parting your lips. He’s all warm when he kisses you, slow and firm, his fingertips trailing to thread up through your hair.
It’s soft everywhere, his soft t-shirt and soft sheets and soft hold and soft kiss enveloping you. For how long and exhausting your life has been lately, it doesn’t feel so difficult here with him. It feels like you could sleep forever, like you could draw energy from him, like he’s actually, literally sustaining you.
You’re sure your mind is melting from how tired you are. That’s the only explanation for your overly-sappy thoughts. Still, though— That doesn’t mean you don’t feel it all.
The drowsiness is overwhelming you, even though you’re happy to be here with him. Being comfortable and horizontal is pushing you closer and closer to sleep; Adrian has guided you into relaxation so quickly, so easily, so seamlessly, that you’re already drifting away. Before him— without him— it takes you so long to sleep. Your mind is always working, spinning, churning inside your head; it keeps you awake even at the best of times.
With Adrian, he just has this amazing ability to make everything completely shut off. Your mind slows to a soft, warm hum; your body buzzes comfortably, coasting into sleep. Your eyes feel heavy, and your mind is a pulsing, grabbing darkness, sinking its fingers into you and tugging.
“Get some sleep,” Adrian tells you, stroking through your hair, down your back. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
You smile, even though you’re mostly asleep, his words seeping into your dream-mind and making you feel so safe as you coasted into sleep.
“Love you,” you mumble blearily, making sure he knows it. You always try to say it before the two of you go to sleep.
Adrian kisses your temple, the top of your head, your forehead. “I love you, too.” He kisses your temple again, a little firmer this time, and mumbles, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” against your skin, voice low and a little muffled, and that’s the last thing you hear before you fall asleep.
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request used:
"Hi love! how's it going? Hey, lately I've been, you know, exhausted as shit from college and work and literally only come home to sleep. So I was wondering, what do you think Adrian would do to make his s/o feel better when they're tired? You can just reply or if you feel like writing something it's fine either way! And can I be this symbol? 🍉 thank you!!<3" (anonymous)
the year is 2026. you're getting married to your wonderful partner. it's the happiest moment of your life. as you say the vows and kiss as a married couple for the first time, you freeze in shock. you see him in the crowd
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