Sleep is Luxury

Sleep is luxury, so take more naps -From Philippines -Born in Year: 2001

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

i need all the help i can get for finals

[finnglas]

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

[avhira]

I could use some luck

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Needing more than good luck. Needing a miracle.

[abbotstudy]

[sleepydang]

YEAAHHHHH I GOT THE FATSON TODD 😆😆😆😆

[dollpunk444]

please give me more more more nasty jason todd requests!! I NEED INSPO GUYS!

[prettyangelprincess7]

Obsidian - Prologue

Hi my sweet angels! I just finished Shadows and Curses, and while I was writing the last few chapters, I had another idea for a crossover and our sweet little bat family. Let me know what you think!

Summary: She was just another poor girl in Gotham, scraping by on cold dinners and colder nights, doing everything she could to keep her head down and survive a city that didn’t notice people like her. That changed the night something hungry and sentient crawled into her life, alien calling itself Venom, with a voice in her skull and an appetite that made “eccentric” feel too polite. Now, no matter how small she tries to make herself in this frantic, unforgiving town, the strange power curling beneath her skin has caught the attention of Batman and his little bats, attention she never asked for, and definitely doesn’t want.

The darkness has always been your friend. Ever since you were a little girl, you were used to being in the dark. Growing up in the poorer parts of Gotham, you knew that any light that didn’t come from the sun was a privilege to keep. On the days that mom and dad couldn’t afford to pay the bills, you would find comfort in the dark.

You learned to navigate your room by memory. The peeling wallpaper. The crooked dresser with one drawer that never closed. The window that rattled when the wind pushed too hard. You knew every creak in the floorboards because you had walked them in pitch black more times than anyone should have to. The dark didn’t scare you. It taught you how to listen, how to wait, how to survive.

On nights when gunshots cracked through the alleyway and sirens painted the windows red and blue, you sat with your knees pulled to your chest and told yourself that if you stayed quiet and still, nothing bad could touch you. You were comfortable hiding. Comfortable being unseen. It was safer that way.

What you didn’t know back then was that the darkness you grew up with wasn’t just a place. It was training. Gotham raised you in its shadows long before you ever chose to step into them.

Having been raised in these not-so-nice parts, you learned to keep your head down and not stand out too much. Gotham didn’t reward loud kids. It rewarded quiet ones. The ones who slipped between the cracks and didn’t make trouble. You figured that out early.

Most of your family had been involved in some not-too-legal activities. Some bragged about running errands for the Penguin himself, acting like proximity to him somehow made them important. Others had gotten caught up in the Joker’s chaos, pulled into one of his whims like debris in a tornado. The rest took the predictable route, dealing whatever drugs were popular that week. It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t clever. It was survival with a price tag.

Your parents weren’t saints either. You knew they were involved, even if you never saw the details. They always came home with tired eyes, jumpy nerves, and money that didn’t match the stories they told. Who they worked for stayed a mystery. Maybe that was on purpose. Maybe knowing too much would have put you in danger. They tried to keep you away from that world in their own flawed way. They pushed you toward school, toward normalcy, toward anything that would make you different from the rest of your bloodline.

They made mistakes, plenty of them, but the one thing they never did was drag you directly into it. They made sure you were just close enough to see the shadows but not close enough to be swallowed by them.

Unfortunately, by keeping you away and trying to keep the lights on, they lost themselves. One night they both went out, and only one came back. Your mother walked through the door alone, shoulders tight, eyes hollow, smelling like the city’s worst corners. She didn’t cry. She didn’t scream. She just locked the door behind her and went straight to bed.

She never told you what happened to your father. She didn’t have to. Gotham had a way of teaching kids how to read between the lines before they even learned how to read books. The empty chair at the table said enough. The silence said the rest.

Weeks turned into months, and you watched your mother slip deeper into the same life she once tried to protect you from. Some days she came home with new bruises. Some days she didn’t come home at all. That was when you realized that you couldn’t depend on anyone but yourself.

By the time you were ten, you were the one waking yourself up, packing whatever food you could find, and walking yourself to school. You did your homework under the flickering kitchen light, cooked whatever was left in the pantry, and put yourself to bed. You survived off routine and quiet. Complaining would have been pointless, and you knew it. You were just grateful the lights were still on. Grateful there were still small pockets of warmth in a life that felt colder every year.

You only knew how bad it had gotten when your mother stopped pretending there was a line she wouldn’t cross. The late nights turned into mornings where she stumbled through the door with glassy eyes and shaking hands. Some days she couldn’t look at you. Other days she looked right through you, like her mind had already slipped somewhere you couldn’t reach.

There were moments when you caught her whispering to herself in the dark, apologizing to no one you could see. Maybe she thought she was keeping you safe. Maybe she truly believed she could dig herself out. You never blamed her for trying. You just wished she had tried before she was too far gone.

Eventually she started disappearing for days at a time. No explanations. No notes. No promises to come back. Just the sound of the door closing and the smell of the city following her like a second shadow. You learned not to wait up. You learned not to hope too loud. Hope felt like a curse in Gotham.

And then one night, everything went still. The apartment was too quiet. Too cold. You sat at the table with your textbook open but unread, listening for footsteps that never came. You kept telling yourself she was late. That she always came home eventually.

She didn’t.

You only knew she no longer walked among you when the lights turned off.

Not because you forgot to pay the bill. Not because the power company made a mistake. The lights went out because whatever thin thread your mother had been holding onto finally snapped. Whatever deal she made, whatever debt she owed, whatever danger she stepped into… it caught up with her. And Gotham didn’t leave survivors.

The darkness settled over your home that night, familiar and heavy, wrapping around you like it had when you were small. Except this time, it didn’t feel safe. It felt final.

It felt like goodbye.

-

Time blurred after your mother was gone. There wasn’t a clean break or a dramatic turning point. Just days you survived and days you survived worse. With no one left to look after you, you learned quickly that Gotham didn’t give handouts, and it sure didn’t care about kids who slipped through the cracks.

You raised yourself because no one else bothered to try.

You stole when you had to. Food, shampoo, a jacket from a thrift store with the tag half-ripped off. You ate from trashcans behind restaurants that threw out perfectly good bread at the end of the night. You took “side quests” from people who didn’t have real names, only street aliases and dangerous smiles. Deliver this. Pick up that. Don’t ask questions. Don’t look scared. The weirder the job, the quicker you learned to just complete it and leave.

School stopped being an option. Not because you didn’t want it, but because hunger made staying awake impossible and exhaustion made sitting still feel like torture. The day you dropped out, no one noticed. No one called home. No one cared.

You kept trying though. You walked into libraries like they were shelters, sitting in the back corner with stolen time and borrowed heat, teaching yourself whatever books you could reach. Geography, old mythology, physics you barely understood. Anything to remind yourself your mind was still yours.

By thirteen, you knew which streets were safe, which weren’t, and which ones pretended to be. By fifteen, you could tell a lie faster than you could say your own name. By eighteen, you felt like you had lived hundreds of lives.

Instead of enjoying the youth your parents once dreamed of, they left you nothing but the clothes on your back to fend for yourself.

Now you work a shitty diner on the South End of Gotham. Greasy floors. Flickering neon sign. A bell above the door that rings like it’s begging to be put out of its misery. You pour coffee for men who tip in crumpled singles and talk too much. You wipe down counters that never stay clean. You take the late shifts because they pay an extra dollar and you’re too used to the night to pretend otherwise.

It isn’t glamorous. It isn’t hopeful. It’s survival, dressed up as routine.

-

Closing the diner always felt the same. The last customer stumbling out. The hiss of the coffee machine shutting off. The crackle of the old sign buzzing over your head. You wiped the tables, locked the register, and turned the key with a click that echoed louder than it should have. Gotham never slept, but your part of it at least pretended to.

You stepped outside and the cold night wrapped around you. You kept your hands in your pockets, hood pulled up, eyes straight ahead. The walk home was muscle memory. Past the pawn shop with the boarded windows. Through the empty bus stop where people used to line up before the route got cut. Toward the same apartment building where you had lived your entire life, long after everyone assumed it was abandoned.

The building still stood, rotting quietly. No lights. No heat. No neighbors. No landlord. Just you and the ghosts of a life you did not get to choose. The city forgot this place existed, which was exactly why you stayed.

You cut through an alley to avoid a group of men lingering near the sidewalk. Their voices carried, sharp and mean, and you knew better than to test your luck. The alley was narrow, damp, and smelled like rain that never fully dried. You walked fast.

Halfway through, you stopped.

A man stumbled out from behind a dumpster. His skin looked gray, like every drop of life had been drained from him. Sweat soaked through his shirt. His eyes were wide and unfocused, like he was staring at something you could not see.

He whispered something that didn’t sound like words.

You stepped back, instinct hitting you before fear did. He took one shaky step, then another, reaching toward you as if he recognized you. He didn’t. No one looked at you like that.

Then he collapsed at your feet.

The sound was thick and final. You froze, breath caught in your throat. You crouched for only a second to check if he was breathing, but before you touched him, something moved.

A ripple beneath his skin.

A pulse that did not belong to a human body.

Then the black sludge forced its way out of his mouth like a shadow peeling itself free. It rose and twisted, alive even though it had no shape. You stumbled back, heart hammering in your ears.

The thing lunged.

Cold hit you first. Cold like winter water sinking into your bones. It wrapped around your arms, your ribs, your throat. You tried to tear it off, but it clung to your skin like it had been waiting for you. Your vision blurred. You tasted metal. You heard a voice that was not a voice, something crawling inside your thoughts.

Then the world snapped black.

The alley was silent again.

The man was gone.

You were standing, unsteady, breathing hard, feeling something new pulsing under your skin like a second heartbeat. You did not know what happened, but you knew one thing for certain.

Whatever that thing was, it was inside you now.

“Hello, little one”.

[sleepydang]

Love and Deepspace | Edge of Continuum

IT'S HERE!!!!!!!

AND ITS HOT 🥵🥵🥵

[rayfr]

Mystery of love 🔍

⤷ Batboys x fem!reader as Scooby Doo characters!

⤷ description: headcanons on how the batboys would act if you were apart of a group who solves mysterys! (Well— apart from Jason! You'll see🤫)

TW: suggestive(if you squint ), lovesick Batboys

DICK GRAYSON X VELMA!READER

WHEN you and Dick first met, it was at night, when he was flipping around Gotham as his alter ego, "Nightwing." It was a coincidence, really; Bruce had him go out to investigate some creepy activity that was going on around an old courthouse where 17 years ago many people were slaughtered. Now, you were there because your group wanted to try and solve this "mystery" around this weird courthouse.

It was a funny sight, really. Dick recalls the first time you both met. Your team had just ran away from a creepy villain that was chasing you guys, but in doing so they knocked you down and knocked your glasses off your face, leading you to drop down to your knees—blind, might I add—trying to look for your glasses, while the creepy masked villain was running towards you!.

Thankfully Dick had saved you from doom, but he couldn't help but laugh at your angry figure, crawling on the floor muttering curses, looking for your glasses. He thought you looked like an angry chihuahua!

When he finally helped you up and put your glasses on your face, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were—sure, you looked at him unamused and with a small scowl, but from the moment he saw you, he knew he needed that!

Dick thought that he could get away with his double life! But unfortunately he didn't; you were so smart from the moment he introduced himself as a civilian to you while "accidentally" bumping into you while you were on your way to meet your gang. You knew something was up!. While you actually did hit it off with Dick Grayson, you seemed to find yourself getting surprise visits from a certain vigilante who called himself "Nightwing," the same Nightwing who saved you at the courthouse.

Needless to say, you caught onto him.

But you never really brought it up to him; it was equally amusing to you. Seeing your boyfriend try and flirt with you as his alter ego did bring something out of you.

When you and Dick first outed your relationship to the public, people went WILD! I mean, some were happy for you two, and others... Well, we're very jealous! They thought, "How could someone like you!" Be dating the golden boy of the Wayne family? While those people were baffled, Dick was smitten.

He just loved everything about you! How smart you were, how resourceful you were, and your awkwardness—oh, and he definitely loved your glasses. Although sometimes you could come off as really harsh and blunt, he didn't let any of that faze him! And when you would get all nerdy on him and just yap and yap about whatever, oh, he found that so attractive!

You would be talking his ear off, and he would look at you with the most lovesick expression on his face, hearing absolutely nothing coming out of your mouth.

You: "Anyway, so the statistics of male seahorses getting pregnant—"

Dick looking at you with the most smitten face ever, literally having hearts in his eyes.

You in his eyes: "Blah-blah-blah, I'm so in love with you—" Yeah... You walked away from him out of awkwardness.

He also loves that you laugh at his dad jokes; you both literally have the same humor!.

Also, your mystery gang seems to love him, so that's a bonus!

Although he doesn't love that you put yourself in danger for your mysteries that you love to solve, he knows that you can handle yourself, and well—he's always in the shadows when you need him!

JASON TODD X HEX GIRL! READER

JASON had really never been interested in anyone. I mean, after what happened to him, he didn't really have time for relationships and have time to connect with people.

But the day he decided to let Roy and his brothers drag him to a bar was probably the best decision of his life! When he got there it was fairly boring, but then he saw you.

You and your two bandmates, or who you like to call your "sisters," were playing at this bar. Tonight. Your whole band aesthetic was so good that people actually thought you three were witches. Not only that, but you 3 were badass!.

So to say, when Jason saw you performing in all dark glory, he had never met anyone like you; the way you moved and sang and the way your fangs were so realistically real made him jump out of his seat—literally! Your voice was just magical.

Almost like a siren waiting to drown him, and he wanted to be drowned!.

After he saw you perform and you were at the bar getting drinks for you and your sisters, he knew he had to say something! Get your number; literally trying to find any way to interact with you.

He didn't really have to do anything because you came up to him first! When the first word came out of your mouth, his knees became straight jelly—he had to hold onto the bar counter to actually hold himself up.

That day he really didn't know how he ended up getting your number... But he's glad he did! Because now you two were inseparable; every time you both would go out together, women and men couldn't stop staring at you both! You both loved the attention. I mean, being the most attractive couple in other people's eyes made Jason want to show you off more!.

Jason loved your style, and he never once thought it was too much or too little; he would let you put makeup on him! Light stuff, though, like his eyeliner, and you even put fangs on him to match you!.

He absolutely loved the look on him! He would walk around Wayne Manor with it, literally glorifying the fact that his dark goddess put makeup on him!.

O-m-g, you and Jason LOVE reading together; y'all would have little book clubs with you, him, and your cat, who looks just like a little vampire with his two front fangs always showing!

Although Jason's life is fucked up, you filled his little red heart with black!

TIM DRAKE X DAPHNE! READER

TIM overworked himself a lot—he didn't have time to really do anything fun, and with him being a detective, it didn't help his freedom.

That was until he met you. Who would have thought a fashion icon like yourself would waltz into where he worked, coming to talk to him!

He kind of had an idea that you wanted something from him, which is kind of why you sat on his desk, legs crossed, with that sweet smile. He didn't care if you were using him, though; you were just so beautiful and intoxicating that he couldn't resist you and wanted to do whatever you wanted from him.

He was surprised, though, when you asked him about some files for a mystery case he worked on 2 years ago; he thought you wanted something covered up—or he thought that you wanted help for your own case. While you were explaining the whole ordeal, he couldn't believe how experienced you were and how you explained everything perfectly about the case he worked on.

He quickly found out when you two started dating that you weren't just a pretty face!.

When he found out that you were a part of a mystery group that solved creepy mysteries and stories, he was worried! And he had thought about going as Red Robin to protect you, but he learned that you could definitely take care of yourself.

Tim loves taking pictures of you off guard; your face card is just so tea! That he ABSOLUTELY has to.

Tim also finds your martial arts experience so... attractive. Like when you first made a move on him, he was out of it! The only thing that played in his mind was that same move over and over!.

You actually found out that he was Red Robin about 2 weeks into your relationship! While he was trying to be discreet, you were just too smart!

And he absolutely loved that about you; his long work nights had never been better with you by his side helping him. He just couldn't get enough of you!

AGED UP! DAMIAN WAYNE X SHAGGY!READER

DAMIAN was... confused. He didn't know how he ended up with such a weird partner! You were always hungry, laid-back, and very easy-going.

You were also a coward.

When he first met you, he was Robin and was definitely annoyed. He saw you and your dog running from masked villains, and he couldn't help but think about how idiotic you looked.

I mean, firstly, the so-called villains weren't anything serious! It was just teenagers in masks scaring people, and you were one of their victims!

And when he saved you? You completely ignored the fact that you were just running for your life, scared, and started flirting with him. He definitely had left you there mid-sentence of your horrible pickuplines.

However, he found himself thinking about you more; it was frustrating to him, but he actually wanted to get to know you more—not as Robin but as Damian.

So that he did! It was genuinely infuriating for him when he first noticed how improper you were; you slouched, and you definitely didn't eat politely!

It didn't also help that you and your dog were literally the same.

You and Damian were complete opposites of each other, so why did you fall first? He fell even harder for you.

Damian would always correct you on your speech; you spoke improperly, so it just became a habit of him correcting you every sentence anywhere! He also wouldn't admit it openly, but he really loved how open you were!

You reminded him of his insufferable best friend, but you were a lot more free-spirited. He also remembers the first time he tried to teach you self-defense; it was not a good time...

You definitely quit the moment Damian had flipped you on the floor during y'all's training session. You could only imagine if he wasn't holding back....

Damian was many things, and he definitely didn't grow up with a normal life, but with you by his side, he felt normal, and that was enough for him.

A/N: y'all...i had this idea because of a hex girl edit i saw on tiktok while i was taking out my braids, so I just had to! I wrote this while i was taking a break on my hair. but this kind of cured my writers block a little because girl😭😭 that's why pt2 has been so delayed but i definitely wanna do a full fic of the Jason Todd x hex girl!reader

Dividers by @cafekitsune!

(Also guys if u want to be apart of the taglist pls say so in comments😭😭)

[clemmmmmmmmmmmmmm]

“Sexy to someone…”

Batboys x reader:First date

based on my first date with my husband where i watched him fist bump himself and smile like a dork😭😭

Bruce Wayne

The Internal Fireworks Guy

• Externally? Calm. Composed. The perfect gentleman.

• Internally? Screaming.

• Once he’s alone in the back of the car or his office? He lets out a quiet sigh of relief and leans back with the tiniest smile.

• Alfred walks in to see him just sitting there smiling into the distance and actually freezes.

• Might loosen his tie and murmur:

“She’s… something else.”

• Later in the Batcave, while reviewing mission data, he’s caught staring off into space with a dreamy look on his face.

• Bonus: Dick absolutely teases him for this. Mercilessly.

⸻

Dick Grayson

Air Punches +

• As soon as you’re out of sight, he literally does a little skip or spins in place.

• Pumps his fist in the air with a loud, whispered:

“YEEEES! She likes me, she actually likes me!”

• Dances his way to his apartment, singing nonsense lyrics with your name thrown in.

• If he had a kiss or even a cheek peck, he touches the spot on his face like it’s sacred.

• Calls Barbara or texts Alfred like:

“She’s AMAZING. I’m doomed. I’m gonna marry her.”

• Can’t stop smiling for hours. Even his neighbors notice.

⸻

Jason Todd

“I’m Not Smiling” While Smiling

• Walks off all casual until he turns a corner — and then lets out the dumbest grin.

• Throws his head back and lets out a victorious little laugh.

• Might punch the air once and mutter:

“She actually enjoyed that. Holy sh—”

• Hops on his bike, revs the engine louder than necessary, and zooms off like he’s in a rom-com motorcycle montage.

• Ends the night lying on his couch, texting you:

“Had a good time. You’re cool.”

[Translation: Best night ever, I’m obsessed.]

⸻

Tim Drake

Literal Meltdown

• Closes the door after dropping you off and immediately walks in a circle for five full minutes, muttering:

“Okay okay okay, play it cool, don’t ruin this, she laughed, she touched your arm, she didn’t hate your theories on vampire lore…”

• Almost trips over his own feet because he’s too busy replaying everything in his head.

• Practically glows when he flops on his bed.

• Sends a “goodnight” text and stares at his phone waiting for the reply.

• If he gets a “me too 😊” he full-on squeals and kicks his legs like a teenage girl at a sleepover.

⸻

Damian Wayne

Tactical Celebration

• At first? Stone-faced. You’d think he just left a business meeting.

• Then he gets into his car, shuts the door…

…and full-on exhales like he just held his breath for two hours.

• His driver hears:

“She didn’t run. She actually…enjoyed herself.”

• Smirks at his reflection in the window. Whispers, just to himself:

“She’s mine.”

• Texts you the most composed goodnight message ever. But afterward, he sketches something quietly — either you, or something that reminds him of your smile.

[sleepydang]

https://x.com/Love_Deepspace/status/1953652645945913854?t=z99Ibv6nzlTonoxZAPPn2Q&s=09

[sleepydang]

GOOD MORNING!!!!!!! WHAT I GOT IN MY 10 PULL PITY 😆😆😆

[sleepydang]

Welp I got no pulls for this 🙃

[sleepydang]

GUYS ZAYNE IN LEATHER JACKET 😮

[honakanatxt]

word count : 464 words

note: god i love this man oh my lord he immediately became my f/o the moment he kneeled in front of the seer and vowed to them that he and his descendants will forever serve them? yeah no i almost died. I've only played up to chapter 2 btw, because i HAD to write this down immediately after i finished it. please play black beacon it is such a unique and beautiful game!

also im like, not at all experienced in writing this is just some random shit because wow sarvis made me feel so many fucking things.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

Sarvis Florentine had always been taught to be loyal. He served his duty as a general to his emperor and always followed his orders. However, there was one other person he had vowed to serve other than his emperor.

That peculiar, yet beautiful Eme-an from the future.

He remembered the day he gave that piece of parchment to those Eme-ans. That was the day he kneeled in servitude towards the Seer. With such soft, beautiful hands, he held one of them and pressed his forehead against the delicate fingers.

Sarvis remembered that day so vividly. He was married but it was just a political marriage, done because of the position he holds. He still respects his wife, but they held no romantic love for one another.

He wonders if the radiant feeling that he experienced that day was love. Love for those delicate hands, love for the selflessness and nobility the Seer showed. Love for those soft, kind eyes he gazed upon when he finally looked up at the Seer's face.

Ah. Sarvis thought once more. It truly was love. He felt the radiant feeling again. A warm, comforting presence in his heart.

When Sarvis held his Seer's hand — when exactly he thought of the Seer as his, remains a mystery even to him. Perhaps from the start of everything. — he desperately wanted to kiss those fingers. But he held back, knowing it would be a step too far. Though, Sarvis thought, he doesn't think the Seer would've minded.

What kind of expression would the Seer make if he did kiss their hand? Would a blush grace their delicate face? Would they stutter and lose their composure, becoming awkward and shy like a young lover?

How would those soft lips feel against his?

That single thought made his whole body shudder with an unknown emotion. How deep and devoted this love is, he thought. Sarvis had vowed to help the Seer whenever they would need help. And he shall make that vow reality. Even if his bloodline will have to wait thousands of years to finally serve that Eme-an, the Seer, Sarvis would teach his descendants patience.

My seer. He reverently thought. If reincarnations exist like those of the East believed, I shall meet you once again in another form.

And then, and only then, will I finally take you as mine if you shall have me.

The devoted thoughts of Sarvis Florentine were recorded in his personal diary and preserved throughout history. And one day, two thousand years later, as his personal diary was opened once more by the hands he vowed to serve... Tears of joy and regret fell upon those old pages.

I shall have you my reverent love. In the past, present, and future, I shall always have you.

[sleepydang]

OMG FIRST BLACK BEACON FANFIC 😆

[sleepydang]

Here's a cake for our Dear Loverboy, Happy Birthday Sylus

[sleepydang]

Hard work and 290 Pesos I got both cards

[blastcycle]

grim + layouts

[sleepydang]

MY BABY BOY 😭😭😭

[emyluwinter]

Grimm

aaaaaaaaw Grimm so sweet

[sleepydang]

MY ARSON SON WAHHHH SO CUTE 😆😆😆