#Eat Sleep Rave Repeat

[witchy-vibes-xo]

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[average-layperson]

Purpose of this account - DNI

Self-interest for fun depending on motivation

General posts about nothing, yet somehow everything

Experimentation and exploration of this hellsite

Potential discussion(s) on whatever comes to mind without research since I am too lazy to go through research rabbit holes and cite stuff [undergrad education exhausted me; I'm tired of researching shit that I will not read again]

No braincell shit-talking... or something along those lines?

All this is for fun and conversation. Nothing to take seriously. If you are sensitive and narrow-minded, wrong place to interact bruh

This is the internet. Who the fuck wants to engage in bullshit excuses??? oh right, twitter exists. no wonder i don't use twitter

Objective and subjective context. Opinions mean nothing to me unless warranted and/or has substance.

Random nobody interested in chatting about certain fandoms and/or life in general; tends to be open-minded but will talk smack on delusional bullshit

Other side notes off top of my head based on my interests:

games such as genshin, honkai impact 3, honkai star rail, botw, acnh, hades (supergiant)

animes such as inuyasha, naruto, death note, yugioh (DM and TAS), hetalia, bleach, black jack, clannad, yuri on ice, dragonball super, demon slayer, komi cant communicate (nor can i tbh)

books such as skulduggery pleasant, game of thrones, the hobbit, lotr... yeah not much of a bookworm or lorehead

dramas... tends to be east asian dramas, especially c-dramas or k-dramas due to short durations and comprehensive plots... western media sucks

music... the weeknd, lady gaga, miley cyrus (meh), red velvet ig,,, yeah idk as long as any song/piece/soundtrack sounds good on the ears; i watched way too many music critics on YT

fave past time is watching random youtube vids and playing game dailies

thats it

the local loser

thats me,,,

ehe~

[outrageousmenshair]

Not sure what you could call this…. a cliff edge crown crop mullet? A box in the back? Mathematical mullet? Geometric glory? Big fish, little fish, cardboard box?!? (That reference may not translate for those outside of the UK, or anyone under probably around 25, give or take. Welcome to 90’s nostalgia folks.)

🎶💃🏻🕺🏼💃🏻🕺🏼👩🏽‍🎤👨🏼‍🎤🧑🏿‍🎤🎶

😝😝😝😝😝

[castawavy]

productive day

before / next

[instant-ramen]

Rave hard, eat healthy, sleep well - repeat ✨🔥💣

[zinbu]

that's it. that's the post which shows Little Moon biting your muse out of his own frustration.

[shiny-shell]

(late night hornyposting on main)

I have the most ridiculous crush on DJ Miss Monique. Been to 2 concerts, considering a 3rd!! She's so pretty and her sets are *chef's kiss* I LOVE prog house and techno. It's got this psychedelic, introspective, spiritual vibe to me. Hearing it loud on the dancefloor, I love getting lost in the sound, the deep vibrations moving through my body UGH

I am also simply down bad for an adorable green-haired Ukrainian woman, who has great taste. She looks like she's legit having fun when DJing, and I love that for her

[colorfulshepherdstudentmonger]

[bigboos61]

(via Eat Sleep Hoops Repeatbasket ball Long T-Shirt by Aldoralfox)

Eat Sleep Basketball Repeat Gift Game for Basketball Players is a piece of digital art designed by aldoralfox If you are a fan of basketball then this t-shirt was made just for you

[violetmuses]

Safety Net - A. Aretas 🌴❤️‍🩹🫂

Title: Safety Net - A. Aretas 🌴 ❤️‍🩹 🫂

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: When Armando Aretas leaves Mexico and faces Miami again, you change his life.

@nelo0wesker @nobodygetsza @yeahnohoneybye @sofia-da-1st @spaceacelover @btitannaaaaa

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Safety Net: Chapter 1

2024

The quiet departure from Mexico took so much planning, but Armando Aretas returned to Miami at last. Hiding would just stall reality this time.

His biological father, well-known Detective Mike Lowrey, pulled strings and “eased” the lifetime sentence, but Armando just needed more.

Waiting around between missions seemed pointless. If not useful, Armando might as well go back to prison and lock that damn cell forever.

Taking one rental car back to the small apartment from Lowrey, Armando didn't contact his father right away and took this much-needed shower before organizing just a few belongings here.

“I'm back.” Armando called Lowrey by the early afternoon.

“Hey, man. Really? Do you want me to pick you up from the airport?” Mike was a little surprised while answering the phone.

“Nah. Already settled here, but I'm just telling you.” Armando cleared his throat awkwardly

“You found the house? Cool. Glad you called me, too. Need anything?” Even Mike clipped words at this point.

“Maybe a side hustle?” Armando tried to frame the question easily. “I don't wanna stay around if you'll just call for work.”

“Right, I didn't think of that idea. My bad.” Mike almost whispered. “Let's see if I can help out a little bit.”

“Yeah, bye.” Armando hung up and left once more, hoping to run errands.

____

Many ran straight to the grocery store for various reasons, but Armando didn't need much, unlike other folks with children and more vacation plans.

Leaving the self-checkout, warm sunlight hit the parking lot as Armando reached that car and settled items, but one person caught his eye.

One door opens from another storefront in the shopping center.

“Thank you so much!” You beamed toward restaurant staff while carrying takeout and kept walking in the direction of your own vehicle.

To Armando, you looked cute and raved as sunlight heats up the state of Florida.

Though watching you from a distance, Armando found himself smiling in return, but pulled together and drove away, simply refusing to act weird.

Who are you? Aretas ponders during the commute back.

_____

Cooking and eating alone, gentle music played from his Bluetooth speaker. The device stood as his most expensive item beyond weapons or gear.

One call interrupted washing the dishes, but Armando picked up regardless.

“Hello?” Armando greeted the caller.

“Hey, it's me. Got something. Do you mind if we meet early tomorrow?” Mike Lowrey picked up this call again.

“No. What's going on?” The day would have Aretas occupied.

“This barbershop owner needs help.” Mike explained. “You'll get paid for basic upkeep over there. Nothing fancy.”

“Doesn't sound terrible.” Armando grounded his plans for the morning.

“Fair enough. See you tomorrow.” Mike ended the call this time.

Better than nothing. Armando thought, sleeping without dreams in preparation.

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“What's up?” Cruising with style, Mike Lowrey arrived while driving his classic Porsche the next day and greeted Aretas in this lot. “We'll meet that owner first.”

“Cool.” Armando repeated the note of his estranged father.

“How was your flight?” Mike tried offering small talk.

“Good. Still getting used to the house.” Armando told the truth.

“You'll be fine.” Mike went on. “My first place wasn't always dope.”

“Wait. Didn't you grow up with money?” Aretas squinted near his father. “That's what Marcus told me.”

“Well, yeah, but your mother knocked out riches. I stood undercover and worked as her driver before you were born.” Mike cleared his throat. “Let's go.”

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“Morning, Detective.” The barbershop owner spoke up while addressing Mike Lowrey.

“Morning, Sir.” Mike offered respect to the older gentleman. “We shared our phone calls earlier, but this is my son Armando.”

“Hello.” Genuinely kind while speaking English, Aretas offered to shake hands with the owner right now.

“Heard about you, but we don’t have much time for questions. Let me show you around.” The older man continued speaking. Even Mike Lowrey stepped back, letting this moment between two different people for once.

Let him grow and learn. That’s the only way out of this problem. Lowrey thought, quietly watching his son understand this new environment.

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For Armando, three important rules grounded his place at the barbershop:

Aretas needed to show up every day now, arrive on time, and avoid drama. Constant structure keeps this guy from trouble in the first place.

Clients for the barbershop varied all week and Armando would remain observant every time someone opened that chiming front door.

Sooner than later, staff knew his name and everyone laughed sometimes, offering Aretas this comradery that didn't include heartbreak.

“Have you met Mike's partner yet?” One employee chuckled while cleaning his station.

“Marcus?” Sweeping, Armando immediately rolled his eyes and workers cracked up about Detective Marcus Burnett, Mike Lowrey's famous partner.

“Oh, no! Tell us.” The employee settled down and resumed working.

“I joined special operations at the police department, but this barbershop thing is a temporary job.” Armando played up his role a little bit. “One time, Marcus accidentally set our car on fire.”

“Woah!” Voices gasped through shock and even the owner tuned in.

“Marcus didn't know that windshield wiper fluid is flammable, so we jumped out right before everything burst into flames.” Aretas nearly cringed.

“Damn!” This story just pulled everyone's attention.

“We made it out alive, but moments like that really happen.” Armando shook his head and still cleaned when the front door chimed again.

“Hi! How's everybody doing?” One greeting brightened up the entire space. “I'm just here to bring Dad some lunch.”

You walked toward that barbershop owner with the biggest smile on your face, carrying takeout.

“Hey, Sweetheart. Thank you.” The owner gently raved while facing you, his daughter.

[kaye-go-moo]

Shapes and Strange Ciphers AU: Brothers, Loneliest Number

SaSC by me

Shapes and Pines by @/void-dude

Next Part

Background:

Tad and Bill are humans who grew up together. Tad babysat Bill for most of his life. Bill sees Tad as a big brother, and Tad sees Bill as a little brother. Bill was born with ptosis(drooping eyelid) that led to amblyopia(lazy eye) in his right eye. Tad was born with an eye nevus(freckle) in his left iris. Their eye conditions helped them bond, though Tad hated his eye freckle.

Bill was a big math and science nerd who had chosen his dream college before he was out of middle school. Despite his last name, Tad was a normal kid with an abnormal need to fit in. He wanted to be like everyone else, with normal lives and normal eyes. Tad focused so hard on fitting in that he ignored more important matters. When high school graduation came, Tad didn’t know what he’d do except for what everyone else was doing; attend college and study… accounting? Business? However, Bill continued to grow in his studies while Tad burned out and dropped out of college.

Tad

Tad began working in retail, finding a boring job at Malwart. On his time off, he'd listen to Bill talk about his schooling, fascinations, and dream college. Tad loved supporting Bill and was overjoyed when he was accepted into his dream school.

Tad would mindlessly listen to Bill rave about the different things he was learning in college, not understanding most of the stuff he'd talked about. Work was never fun, and doing the same thing for 9 hours every day was slowly driving Tad insane. But coming home to hear Bill go on and on about Quantum theory, trigonometry, or any other topic he learned in school was Tad's favorite part of the day. It helped Tad's monotonous day of work feel a little less boring, making things slightly more bearable.

However, when Bill shifted his focus to the more obscure, Tad's escape from the mundane was twisted, leading him to be captured by Bill's unusual new interest.

Now, all Bill talked about was the supernatural and strange, but Tad missed hearing about Bill's studies in math and science. None of it made sense to him, but he was more content learning a calculus formula than he was hearing Bill prattle on about the new cryptid he found. Whenever Tad tried shifting attention back to Bill's majors, he got a lackluster recounting of that day's lecture before Bill excitedly shared the latest myth he learned. He wanted Bill to talk about something normal and stop talking about the supernatural. Eventually, Tad wanted Bill to just stop talking.

Tad slowly started distancing himself from Bill, trying to avoid hearing about his growing interest in the abnormal. But Bill eventually noticed and asked Tad what was wrong. Out of fear of hurting Bill's feelings, Tad lied, saying he was busy and overwhelmed with work and that Bill had nothing to worry about. However, this only made things worse.

Bill also started distancing himself, feeling a little guilty for taking up Tads time. In the end, their friendship waned, ending after Tad moved away for a better job.

Tad blamed himself for being too cowardly to admit the real reason he was acting distant, for not putting aside his fixations, and for not supporting Bill. Tad was left hoping that one day, Bill would reach out and tell him all the fun, weird, or crazy things he'd learn. In the meantime, Tad wasted away at another boring job.

-

After a few years, Tad reached a breaking point. One second, he was in his endless cycle of work, eat, sleep, repeat, and the next, he was trembling on the breakroom floor, barely containing a shaky laugh. After regaining control himself, Tad left work and never looked back.

Tad's parents, alarmed by his irresponsible actions, asked if he was okay, offering to let him stay at their house. Tad swore that everything was fine and that he was simply taking a short break. He turned down their offer but promised things would return to normal after he had a moment to relax. However, that wasn't the case.

What started as a 'short break' spiraled into a year-long bender, but instead of alcohol or drugs, Tad got his high from committing crimes. Initially, Tad only did what he needed to survive, but stolen food soon turned into swiped wallets, a skipped tab into an unpaid loan.

Each act of thievery gave Tad an adrenaline rush that he would have never gotten from his dead-end job. Sure, it was wrong, and Tad did feel a little guilty, but now was the time for fun! Besides, he figured he'd already paid for his misdeeds by wasting his life on his old job, so, morally, he was in the clear. Right?

-

It wasn’t long until Tad stole from the wrong person and found himself locked in a cell. Too ashamed to call his parents for help, Tad stayed in jail. When it came time for his sentencing, Tad made a plea deal that resulted in five years of prison. After three years, Tad was released for good behavior.

He tried to get back into living a normal life, but things weren't that simple. With a criminal record, Tad struggled to get a job. On the off chance that he did, it wouldn't be long before his criminal history was found, and he was fired. Eventually, he gave up on getting hired for conventional work, settling on becoming a door-to-door salesman for what was obviously a pyramid scheme. Later, Tad switched to working as a used car salesman.

In the end, Tad had only managed to crawl right back to where he started, working another dead-end job and gradually building to another breakdown that would undoubtedly end with him returning to prison. The only thing staving off this eventual fall was the excitement he got from scamming others; though it wasn’t nearly as potent as before, the fear of serving more time weighing Tad down.

Of course, Tad still had to deal with the backlash of his swindling, forcing him to add 'traveling' to his job title as a used car salesman. He'd also grown accustomed to using pseudonyms and perfected his ability to read people –a skill he picked up in prison– so he always knew when to relocate before a mob of angry customers came for his neck.

-

This less-than-ideal situation continued to eat away at Tad for the next few years; the occasional attempt on his life by an angry customer or an attempt on his freedom by an angry cop gave him just enough of an adrenaline rush to keep going. However, Tad had reached another breaking point.

He once again found himself a nervous wreck on the floor, barely able to contain himself. But it was in the midst of this breakdown that Tad had caught what he thought was a break.

A knock from the door jolted Tad from his unkempt stupor. He cautiously checked the peephole to see... no one. Confused, Tad checked for a second time but was startled when a postcard slid through the mail slot. He checked the peephole again. Still no one. Tad looked down, examining the 'Gravity Falls' postcard. He bent over and picked it up, flipping it to see the words 'PLEASE COME!' His eyes widened when reading the signature: '– Bill.'

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Lore Comment

[shadoedseptmbr]

tagged by @dandenbo, thank you! (i already did the remix playlist one but for funsies i took all these off my Earthborn/Aedan Shepard playlist :D )

RULES: write one song for every letter in your url and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url

S- Sabotage: Beastie Boys H- How Deep is Your Love- Calvin Harris/Disciples A- Alabama Cold Cock- Black Pistol Fire D- Destroyer- Phantogram O- O Children- Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds E- Eat Sleep Rave Repeat- Fatboy Slim D- Drive- The Cars S- Sour Times- Civil Wars E- Eat Your Young- Hozier P- Paint It, Black- Ciara T- Tick Tick Boom- The Hives M- Many Shades of Black- The Raconteurs B- Born Alone Die Alone- Madalen Duke R- Runaway- Aurora

That's 14, lol. as i tend to shorten it to sept, howabout - @pastelroyce @laelior @fallowhearth and @korblez and then feel free to feel tagged! <3

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Carnal | Interlude I | My Fate is At the Hand of My Mistakes

Nina has dinner with her boyfriend

| CH 1 |

TW: domestic abuse, violence,

It wasn’t abnormal for him to yell. Raving around the house like the world was ending and she was the one that flipped the switch. She swirled around her wine, a particularly sweet Moscato whose bottle needed finishing off. She didn’t know why she dressed up for this. He never said anything about how she looked. Light blue satin was wasted on him.

Arthur was mad about the steak. It wasn’t cooked enough. He’d just taken her plate by mistake. Now she was left prodding at the well-done cut on her plate while he burnt her meal back in the kitchen. 

“I don’t know how you can eat something that’s still cold in the middle, Nina. It’s absolutely disgusting.”

She should pick up smoking again. She had a cigar tucked away under her bed, a treat she’d stolen from her godfather the last time she saw him. It was a cheaper one so she didn’t feel bad about it and he never mentioned it. Arthur had thrown out all her cigarettes when he found them. ‘Disgusting’ he sneered. That seemed to be his favorite word of late. Her godfather had been trying to get her to dump him for a year now.

“If he treats you so poorly, leave him,” John had said as he took aim at a buck. It was their annual hunting trip up in the highlands. Arthur traveled for work so she didn’t need to worry about his complaints that weekend. 

“It’s nice to have company,” she shrugged. It was a partial truth. He was nice to have around when he was quiet. It wasn’t like she needed his money, her father left her more than enough. It was simply easy. Her ‘condition’ didn’t allow for many suitors. He was actually her first relationship. They met in London a couple years prior. He was nice and treated her well at the time. She didn’t know any different. She wasn’t actually allowed to leave the house until her father died. Not that she left much now. 

“Don’t bullshit me, Nina. He’s a prick,” John grumbled. “I know plenty of good men from work. You deserve better, love.”

“I love him.” A partial truth. One that John sighed at. It was a good defense. He wouldn’t argue too much. Despite the war experience he was never up to a fight with her. Not worth the bloodshed. 

He fired and the deer crumpled. He always let her keep most of the meat. She had a freezer in the basement to store it all. 

“Call me if you need anything,” he said, as he always did. He kissed her forehead and left. She wandered the garden that night eating rare venison off the bone. 

She wished she could do that now. She choked down a bit of steak. Disgusting

“I’m going to bed,” She said, scrapping her dinner into the bin. 

“What? Why?” Arthur slammed a hand on the counter. She’d stopped flinching months ago. He’d never hit her. She suspected that John had something to do with it. The shadow of an SAS Captain always behind her. “Don’t be fucking child, Nina.”

“Do adults not sleep?” She rinsed off her plate and set it in the sink. She’d clean it tomorrow. 

“You’re throwing a tantrum over steak.”

“I offered to switch plates. You came back in here to make a mess.” One she would have to clean up. He always had the heat on too high and it splattered oil and juice everywhere. “I don’t want to break my jaw eating.”

A plate shattered on the floor. She didn’t want to turn around. His hackles would be raised, ready for a fight that he wouldn’t get. She’d have to act out an apology before going upstairs. He’d follow shortly and apologize in turn before climbing on top of her for a maximum of five minutes. They’d sleep and the next night have a similar argument and repeat the cycle until he kissed her and left for another week long work trip.

He grabbed her arm, a change to the script. 

“Look at me.” He barked. She flinched that time. He was close to her face, spittle landing on her cheeks. He was drunk, that’s why. He never drank much. “You think because you own the house you can just act like a brat?”

He wrenched her upwards, pulling her up to the tips of her toes.

“Let go of me.” She tried to embody John’s confidence. She was scared. He’d never touched her before. 

“Did the worms you ate finally reach your brain?” He poked the side of her head hard. “You think I don’t know about the raw meat? Who does that? I don’t mean the steak. I’ve seen you eat ground beef!”

Her eyes got wide. She never ate it raw when he was home. She pulled against his arm.

“I set up cameras. Had to see what you were up to when I was gone. Thought you might be cheating on me but no. You’re just a disgusting little girl. You’re going to get sick!”

Anger burned up from her stomach. How fucking dare he. How dare he spy on her in her house. HER HOUSE. He lived here because she let him. The more he yelled the more he began to smell like food. 

‘Just breath’ john’s voice echoed in her head. She was holding rifle, staring down the scope at a doe. ‘Fire when you’re ready’

She slapped him across the face.

“Get out of my house!” She screamed. “Get out! Get out!”

She shoved his chest hard and ran out. Their bedroom had a lock. She’d call John first. He was only half an hour away on base, if he was still there. God, let him still be there. 

His feet thundered behind her. She threw her body against the door to close it. He was stronger and she fell to the floor to avoid being slammed against the wall. She was crawling toward her phone. It was charging on the nighstand.

“Get up!” He yelled, grabbing her by the arms and lifting her up. He pinned her arms to her side. “You think you can tell me to leave? Are you fucking stupid, Nina? John’s not even in the country half the time. I’m the only person you have. I’m the only one who loves you! I’m the only person who can!”

Her ‘condition’ is what her father called it. An insatiable craving only subsided through iron supplements and raw meat. She’d never indulged. Her mouth still watered and she could still hear his heartbeat. The blood pumping through his body and bulging through his veins smelled like sweet Moscato to her. 

It tasted the same as well.

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[tourdion]

the routine these days has been sleep until noon every day. cycle all afternoon. watch breaking bad all night. eat sleep rave repeat.

[moosemonstrous]

I was tagged by @ulfrsmal xx

3 Ships: Halsin/Everyone (Baldur's Gate 3), Gale/Tav (Baldur's Gate 3) and I'm still holding out for Hunter/Robbie (Midnight Suns), can't get it off my brain D:

First Ship: oh jeez let's think... probably X-Clamp Kamui/Fuma, orrr heaven forsake me something from early Naruto, like Iruka/Kakashi bc from an early age I was destined to ship old men

Last Song: Eat Sleep Rave Repeat (Fatboy Slim)

Last Movie: Discounting whatever I tried to get my kid to watch lately (Elemental?), think it was... Barbie?

Currently Reading: CIPD Guide to Transgender and non-binary inclusion at work things like these are fun when the alternative are local HR policies

Currently Watching: Mentopolis

Currently Consuming: decaf pepsi max

Currently Craving: carbs I need a croissant

No Pressure Tags: @vampire-skunk, @newkate, @flufflogic, @anaisonfire, @tanukiham, @dxmedstudent, @swaps55 and whoever feels like it :)

[electropath]

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