#bitch im sleepy

[bealzebubs-blog]

A drawing

[rinksrats]

it really do be like that sometimes

[mamawasatesttube]

it's just so. tim and kon have so much going for them in the comics - tim taped wendy while kon was in hypertime, their whole fight on apokolips, batman claiming that tim "speaks highly" of kon, kon having the batcave landline in his contact book not long after he first met tim, robin!kon, the "your voice drops an octave when you get all commander-like" line and the Everything before it, the winick closet moment, they were his colors, and so much more. they have such a rich history and relationship across so many comics!! they genuinely have so much going for them!!!!

and then you try to look at the tag on ao3 or tumblr and it's just full of homophobic stereotypes, shovel talks, and the same 2.5 tired jokes about tim/ber or clone babies, maybe with a bit of clark bashing thrown in for flavor, because no one making these posts has fucking read the comics and they don't even know where the ship came from, but god forbid they get out of the comics tags. jesus fucking wept.

[bitchfitch]

they need to invent a type of chronic fatigue that isn't the most embarrassing thing in the world. Like. Hi doctor I know I smell like I haven't showered in three days and am talking at roughly 1 word per minute and can't keep my head up and am so exhausted I ended up being late to this appointment bc I fell asleep eating breakfast but you see if you didn't see me Today you wouldn't believe me that it gets this bad and would take my complaints of fatigue so severe I get 3 hours to a day as a moral failing instead of the most debilitating thing on a list of severe debilitations. Please refer me to someone who can fix this because if I make the appointment without a person with a minimum of 2 acronyms attached to their name vouching for me they will also believe it is not a real issue and is just hysteria and do nothing to attempt to help.

[sigmxnd]

i randomly just now came up with this exact image in my head. so i drew it

goodnight everyone

[catboy-medic-tf2]

TFTOBER Day 9 - Support

This is so lazy, I am currently extremely exhausted. Also, I wanted to draw sniper, but I could not for the life of me get it to work 😭😭😭

I will give y'all some old doodles I made, because I really dislike that

1. Medic watercolors I did (the thing I censored is sfw btw, I just didn't wanna show it)

2 - 3. My catboy medics

4. Sniper pouring tea sketch I used for an earlier prompt

5. Spycrab

[mrmeepsmadmind]

red alert is not an uwu protecc the bean to me. he is like a polar bear covered in another polar bear's blood to me

red : pitCh iN, iNfErNo,😾😾!!! or do you want MEE 🙀** to do it ALL by MYsELf 😣😣😖😫😫🥺😫🥺🥺😿😢😭😭😭 !!!!!??!?1@1!!!! 🥺👉👈 ????

inferno: shut up, bitch

[hacksawboy]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (the name of the song im listening to rn)(yes really)(its a vocaloid song)

[rye-kin]

Snooze af

I stand before myself not Jekyll nor Hyde

The Double Life by Siouxsie and the Banshees!!!

Im so over ituhhh

[queerest-beetle]

bitches will be like "I'm not sleepy at allllll" and then start humming the fleet foxes

[umbral-archives]

Kinktober 2024: Day 10 | Bondage + Heist

Rating: NSFW MINORS DNI

AFAB!Reader/Femme

Pairing: Heist Mark (Markiplier CU) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Bondage, Toys, Edging, Petnames, Overstimulation (kinda.), Daddy kink, My Markus (Heist) is a stinky mean motherfucker sometimes and in this essay I will-

Word Count: 989 words

Satin binds cling to damp skin, spiraling over your trembling body in secure fastenings. A work of art, if they weren’t currently impeding you from achieving an orgasm you’ve been fighting almost an hour for.

Your sweat does little to aid in attempts to get free, though you don’t have the energy to fight your way out of them anyway. Marcus had made sure to secure them properly, and you wouldn’t expect anything less from a master thief.

Your Master Thief.

You squirm against the restraints for the umpteenth time, flutily trying to rock down onto the dildo thrusting into you at a snail’s pace. Normally, Marcus likes to use the fucking machine he stole to rail you into oblivion, turning you into a mess floating in the depths of subspace… but tonight is different. So frustratingly different. Markus sits nearby, languidly stroking himself while watching you struggle. There’s a dangerous amusement in his eyes as he observes you, akin to a dragon watching a knight drown in their treasure hoard. He hasn’t cum either, content to edge himself despite the whole scenario being the opposite of his usual preferences.

What the hell did Illinois get in his head this time, the nasty fucker? “M-Markus-” you whine pitifully, trying desperately to get some kind of relief, “this isn’t- fair!” The thief chuckles softly, head lulling to the side as he groans. “I never said that I was fair, baby,” the fucker muses, his hand never stops moving, claiming the pleasure that should’ve been yours.

For some reason, that makes you angry- seeing him so free and capable to get off as he desires while you’re helpless and burning with need… so you decide to do something about it. Something you’re not supposed to do when he’s in control like this, but you’re so desperate that you don’t care.

Slight motion, rotating your hips with every thrust, concentrating on his noises while letting the satin rope knots strained across your cunt catch your clit with the movement. You’re terribly sensitive, so terribly sensitive- and it all becomes a mind-numbing spiral latching on to your pleasure, real pleasure peaking through the overstimulated edging-

Markus doesn’t notice, groaning- and the fucking machine suddenly speeds up, catching you off guard. You wail, suddenly so very close, babbling pleas while the intensity bounces your body across the table. At least it tries, the ropes straining against your skin, a pleasant burn that just adds up to everything else.

Markus calls your name, commanding you to look at him–and you moan helplessly when you do. He’s watching you fall apart, fisting his cock like he’ll die if he doesn’t get to cum with you. A fierce determination etches the lust across his face, dark eyes focused wholly on you, and you’ve never felt so…

Wanted.

“Daddy, please!”

… The dildo stops moving.

The fucking dildo stops moving right as you peak and you scream, teetering on an edge you somehow can’t reach. It’s worse than any other denial Markus has given you tonight, sending your head into a dizzying spiral as your body rebels.

Markus, however, groans openly, jerking bodily and cursing as he tumbles over that precipice, ropes of white covering his chest as he throws his head back. The sight is almost enough to ignite that fire, cunt clenching desperately around the toy as frustrated sobs finally bubble out from your throat.

Bastard!

He finally comes to a stop, panting heavily, gaze skyward. The only sounds in the rooms are his breathing and your frustrated gasps, the quiet hum of the turbine in the machine waiting for more instructions.

Markus looks down to his chest, to the tapestry of cum across his abs, then to you–red in the face, shaking, still grinding uselessly. Fluid covering your thighs, having dribbled down onto the table between your legs.

It gives him an idea.

The thief stands up, collecting some of the cum on his chest with his free hand, a new, feral sort of look in his eyes. It immediately makes you uneasy, thinking he’s going to make you lick the cum off his fingers or something. While you have no problem with that otherwise, right now?

“Y-You’re an a-ss-shole-” you sniffle out, blinking away tears as he makes his way toward you. Fucker just smiles, patting your thigh, stopping by your hips and pressing the button to disengage the arm. "Poor thing, all hot and bothered..."

He gingerly removes the dildo from your cunt, ignoring your oversensitive shudders. A quiet whistle is all you get from how red and puffy your poor hole is.

“Running out of lube…” he remarks nonchalantly, as if you haven’t been stuffed with that same toy for 30 minutes- but then.

Then the fucker takes his cum and rubs it along the dildo, collecting every last drop from his chest and smearing it across the toy. He even fucks his fingers into your abused pussy, smirking when you cry out and thrash on the table.

“Guess we’ll have to fix that, huh, pretty?” he coos, leaning over you and kissing your neck. “Can’t have you getting hurt from this.”

“…Motherfu-” You have no time to snap at him, however, finding yourself quickly filled with that same cum-soaked dildo–and the very thought makes you whimper.

Nasty fucker-

“You want to cum, baby?” he whispers, voice dripping with debaucherous promise. You shake your head desperately, trying to turn your head to look at him, pleading with every fiber of your being. His hand wanders down your stomach, remnants of his orgasm sticking to your skin. All the way down to your clit, where he presses his fingers against the knot over that sensitive bundle of nerves, making you keen. “Then you’ll cum. You’ll cum for Daddy until your brains are leaking out of your fuckin’ ears.”

The machine starts up again immediately after that, max speed, and all your thoughts are rendered null.

[madwickedawesome]

figured id visualize something i said today

[rosesandthorns44]

Idiopathic Hypersomnia Life Hacks I Am Currently Field Testing:

Putting my shoes on and not taking them off so I can't get back in bed or lie down on the couch. (Roommate's genius suggestion I wish I had thought of. I don't like wearing my street shoes in the home, so perhaps I need separate indoor anti-sleepytime shoes. I'm not a crocs kind of gal, but perhaps just for at home)

Washing my bedding on my days off from work so my blankets cannot beckon me with their siren song (also, I get horrible night sweats. I wake up DRENCHED, so my bedding needs the extra washing anyway. Anyone else with IH or Narcolepsy have this???)

Not sitting down to watch TV or play video games unless I have finished my to-do list first.

Post-it notes everywhere. For everything. I wouldn't even remember to brush my own teeth if I hadn't put a post-it note on my bathroom mirror

Other Hypersomniacs of any breed, please feel free to add your tips and tricks.

[toxycodone]

anemic followers hear my prayers

I have 2 weeks to make my hemoglobin levels normal for a platelet dono. I’ve been taking a daily vitamin w 18 mcg of iron that should be 100% of my daily needed iron but my hemo is still at 11.5 (sad 💀)

HOW DO I GET MORE IRON….should I get an iron fish. or take extra iron pills.

don’t tell me to eat red meat (that’s what the nurses said smh) I’m going thru an audhd crisis so I’m only eating frosted mini wheats and noodles rn 💔

[elisabeta-darling]

Burn it.

[yearning-gay]

so like. having your clit teased and toyed with and getting really wet and hard from it. you've been on a denial period and the last time you came it got ruined. your dom doesn't want you to cum and keeps testing how far they can edge you and it is such sweet torture on so many levels and you've gotten to a point where you don't want to cum, whether it's because you don't want to disappoint your dom or they'll punish you or they'll simply ruin the orgasm for you.

and it's then that your dom proposes, have you ever thought about removing it? taking away your ability to cum completely, so you'll be properly and permanently denied?

your needy and horny and denied little mind says please and yes, but you're shushed. because this isn't just chastity, that's all fun and games, no, you'd be losing something big. you'd have to go through an entire surgery, internalize that you won't be getting pleasure in the way you've been used to afterwards, you'd effectively be reduced to a set of holes that will primarily pleasure others rather than yourself. you won't have to worry about cumming, sure, but do you think you'd be ready for that? would you really commit to a kink so deeply you'd change yourself for it?

of course your dom admits they'd find the dedication so very hot, that you'd give up your orgasms in such a permanent and irreversible way. how they'd love to see you so committed to your submission to them you'd change something so drastically for their sake.

your clit gets harder