"you did great, using your luck so you could survive. i'm so proud of you, kakavasha."

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"you did great, using your luck so you could survive. i'm so proud of you, kakavasha."
you do run the risk of fundamentally misunderstanding ilya rozanovs character if you let yourself forget that at the end of the day he is a Diva
sleeping buddies
Okay listen Danny is NOT a college student but do you know what he is? A UNIVERSITY STUDENT WHICH IS SOMEHOW EVEN MORE FULL OF BS don't get him wrong he loves his classes although why do some of them have to be on 7:00 a.m.
Worst part? Metropolis is expensive AF so he's just in Gotham having to take the bus and in case it gets delayed has to get the previous one which unfortunately is on 4:00 a.m. and the amount of assignments he has... so you can only imagine his addiction to coffee and his fantasies about sleeping
So here he is in the middle of a rogue attack at the bus stop sending the most professional email he can on 4:00 a.m. to his professor with a guy that looks more dead than he is beside him clutching his coffee as if it's the only thing keeping him standing which to be fair so is Danny. You know Damian just walk to the other bus stop sure it might take a bit of running and powers but what's the worst I could happen I mean it's not like he's a center of the attack after all.
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Great he and the could be caffeinated corpse beside him are stuck in a room together and honestly both of them are struggling to even keep awake so much so that the goons have to encourage them to stay awake not even tying them up.
The guy looks at him and he looks back they come to a silent agreement.
Both of them use each other as blankets while they sleep if they die they die at this point they're going to die either out of a heart attack caused by caffeine or exhaust themselves to death and Danny would rather die in his sleep then any other option
... Oh wow that was actually the best sleep he had in years and he woke up with said guy in his arms... He fits perfectly in there and guy is snuggling him on his chest? He also fits perfectly in guys arms? Could this be the miracle he needs for good sleep?! Vigilantes are separating them NO HE NEEDS TO ASK THIS MAN TO BECOME HIS PERSONAL PLUSHIE HE NEEDS A SLEEPING BUDDY SCREW IT PUT ALL HIS SHYNESS AND EMBARRASSMENT IN THE CLOSET THIS IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH TO HIM HE IS GETTING A VERY HUMAN PLUSH (with consent of course)
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Tim would very much love to talk about the day he found the miracle the human embodiment of it that comes in the form of Daniel Aether Graves. His sleep deprived the other half, his favorite pillow and blanket
That miracle of a man straight up asked him to be a sleeping buddy because he recognized how sleep deprived they both were and how somehow someway they're the perfect pillows for each other so they went on this arrangement where they would go either to one of their apartments and do something while cuddling to fall asleep.
This is the best freaking arrange in Tim's life
Why and how is it so easy to fall asleep and wake up energized with this man he will never know but he is not sharing
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The bat family are convinced Tim is dating and if he's not dating he's definitely seeing someone when they first heard of Tim's "sleeping buddy" they immediately shut their mouths not wanting to walk into that but something is clearly happening Tim is more energized what are they doing together that's their question...
Will they have the nightmare and risk of possibly walking in something they don't want to see yes but also they might get the secrets to Tim's now energized self
Only to see Tim and some random guy cuddling on the couch with a bunch of blankets covering them in his apartment and the Barbie movie from 2023 playing in the background with a pillow fort at the side was a huge sign saying "EXTREME EMERGENCY SLEEPY TIME"
The heck did they just walk into?
Taking it out on the old TV
when the only thing that can heal ur heart is the taste & the face of that person that u miss ...
In this Frankenstein story, the role of Robert Walton will be played by Bubble. [Quote from Walton's conversation with Frankenstein's Creature at the end of the original novel.]
despite pages of poems and the entire book i wrote you - you only ever wrote me two songs. the first has the lyric coming up on 7.13, the date we first started really flirting. it's been three years from then, and my life has been utterly ruined. we haven't spoken in a month. i oscillate between being a wreck and being wildly, manically happy. i go long periods without thinking of you - and then i keep myself up, tortured by memories.
i think it's important to note we had been friends for years first. that i had learned to trust you, to think better of you. that you knew who i was - and you still fucking broke me. you knew all the ways i had worked to be okay with myself. all my independence, my hobbies. you could have left me alone, is the thing. you could have let me just keep fucking living.
i keep writing paragraphs on paragraphs about what you did, what you said - who you were. how it escalated so slowly. how i am still scared to admit the truth of things, fearing your response. you taught me that fear. it's only been a month, but still - already, how strange to think of who i was while i was with you. that was a husk-girl, cowering, servile. i can't believe let you in my fucking house.
three weeks before you discarded me; you took me ring shopping. you would tell me so many times i was the love of your life, someone that you "couldn't live without."
the last thing you sent me was that second song - a new one, finally. it's about how i'll never get what i want. about how miserable the idea of a life with me is.
my mother was furious. i had to call her - i was sobbing on the floor of my bathroom about it. She knows it kills me that i can't have kids, i said, breathless, silver and shaking with anguish, Why would she make a fucking song about how sad that is.
you know her, and you know how gentle and forgiving she is. how rare her anger is. her response was slow, deliberate. sweetheart, she said, she can write any song she wants. i know my girl. you are going to write a book instead.
i hiccupped a laugh, but she was still talking. she dropped her voice low, almost scraping through the phone and onto the floor with me. it was a strange tone, almost like feeling a storm coming when there's nowhere safe to be.
i want you to rip her apart, she said. do you think you can you do that for me?
i really like the shapes of this guy