#i didn't get enough sleep

[akinmablog]

The only reason Lestat was a rockstar and not a drag queen was because Anne couldn't come up with a good enough stage name.

(This thought just randomly came to me.and I had to share it with you all.)

[museaway]

there are some days when no matter how good the music or the company or the food, no matter how comfortable you are or how much tea you make, no matter what friends are online, you just feel miserable.

[toucansafari]

I misread my mentor's message and thought i had a meeting at 7.30 am but turns out the meeting is tomorrow 😔

[muiromem]

Increasingly frustrated that I can't concentrate or get comfortable enough to write my goddamn fanfic.

I'm always fucking tired. My goddamn back and shoulder never stop bothering me. And the one brief respite I had, the ability to sit in my much-more-comfortable lounge chair in my living room and have complete peace and quiet because everyone else was in bed, has now been ripped away because of my fucking cats.

Not only do they bother me at least once ever 2-3 hours, but also one of them will not stop trying to force his way onto my lap. This includes trying to step on my goddamn laptop, which I can't afford to replace. He will wander around and just scream if I don't give him attention. He climbs over my arm and leg and lap and just won't fucking leave me alone.

And I have literally nowhere else that I can comfortably sit, alone and at peace, to try and concentrate on writing. If I sit in my bed, it's awkward on my back because there's not enough support, and my brain wants to think "relax/rest" instead of "concentrate". And I can't sit at my desk because my goddamn chair is tiny, hard as a rock, and then all I can focus on is trying to find a comfortable position to sit in.

I fucking hate this. And I keep having a million goddamn appointments every other day of the week, which are making me tired and it means that I have to be in bed at variously different hours in order to try to get enough sleep before getting up for said appointments at stupid fucking hours.

And of course, I can feel myself slipping away from my hyperfixation and being desperate for new stimulation/content/anything because I never seem to have anyone to obsess over it together with.

[pangur-and-grim]

oh. I think my fears about Chiefcake passing from old age were more on point than I realized. she's acting very weak right now.

and it's late on a friday, when all the rabbit-specific vets have closed. I'll call around anyway to see if at home euthanasia is an option tonight.

[somegrumpynerd]

Thinking about how Nightmare has 4 mortals and 3 of them are so so bad at taking care of themselves

[prlssprfctn]

Being Robin is an art, in a way. It is hard, and it is always about keeping a balance — being graceful as a cat and yet, hold a power of a lion. Being flashy in all these colourful patterns and, at the same time, completely invisible for enemies.

When Bruce picks up Jason, he thinks he will need some extra training. He doesn't expect Jason, a street kid, to have the same mannerism Dick, the child of the circus, had. And he doesn't - not fully, at least - but the way Jason just... disappears in a way, making himself stealthy and invisible, is incredible. It is natural.

(It is... a talent?)

He is so great that sometimes Alfred and Bruce don't notice him until he wants them to notice him!

'You are good at this, chump,' Bruce compliments him once.

Jason tilts his head, seemingly confused.

'Huh?'

'Enemies never notice you, despite how bright your suit is,' Bruce points out proudly. 'Even I fail to find you in the room sometimes.'

Jason lets out a quiet "a-ah" in realisation and just shrugs.

He is always so humble, this kid.

Red Hood is not exactly humble. He knows his worth. He doesn't fail to remind others of his superior trainings or to mock the weakness of his enemies. But even he refuses to accept this exact compliment.

Why, though? He is tall, bulky — double-fridge, really — and his armour is bright red, and still... and still, people fail to notice his presence most of the time. Isn't it just great?

'Despite how huge you are, you are stealthy enough to match the style of my assassins,' Talia tells him; she is not exactly as beaming as Bruce was, but there is still a hint of respect in her voice. 'It is impressive. Though, I don't appreciate being caught off the guard.'

Jason huffs.

'Yeah, alright. Put a bell on my neck or something — it is not like I am trying to scare you.'

Talia tilts her head but doesn't comment further.

At that moment, Jason fears she knows. She knows exactly why he never accepts these kinds of compliments or where this skill comes from.

'You know, when I first got into Robin suit, Bruce said that he knew someone, who was as good at being invisible on the streets as me,' Stephanie tells him once, when they sit on the coach of the living room, waiting for others to return from the kitchen. 'Never figured out he was talking about you until I saw you scaring the shit out of others by your random appearances.'

Jason hums.

'Crime Alley kids' thing, am I right?' She elbows him, half-amused, half-bitter.

And Jason thinks, yeah. Exactly that.

Because it was never natural for him to take no place in the world — he just taught himself how to. How to make no sound, how not to irritate some men, who gradually got drunker during the day, while passing by the same streets, how to keep himself safe by being an empty space. People can't get angry if they don't see you. They can't kick you out, either.

(He perfected this skill so much that at some point he embraced this emptiness, right after his death. So, maybe it was his fault that Bruce scrapped away everything that was left of him, maybe-)

'Let them think that it is a talent,' he advises, instead.

Whatever makes you look valuable enough, his inner voice adds helpfully. Whatever makes you special to be kept around.

'Yeah. Sounds good to me.'

Jason hasn't lived on the streets for decades now, but he never grew up its habits. He doesn't think he ever will.

And it is... fine.

Because that is just who he is. Who he always was.

[fairydrowning]

Born to be a protagonist in a ghibli movie, forced to be irl.

[saikira999]

The octopus was so tired that he forgot to take his potion to maintain his human form... I think it's mentally harder for him now than physically for Samal :")

I drew this for an artist I know. We both really like Azul :)

Reblog, please? <;3

[daily-odile]

head pats...

[chillinglikeashilling]

I love love love the contrast between first Suvi and then Sworn extending care to Maddy as an untested young Wizard under harrowing circumstances vs. Indri taking on all of these young Witch apprentices with the express purpose of consuming/destroying them once they actually learn any magic.

I love the reminder that for Suvi, the Citadel is her home and school, and also all of the other things.

It's not just the army she's wanted to fight for, it's also the streets and people of her family and community, it's all her teachers, professors, the panel for her Wizard grad school thesis. It's the place where she did a bunch of stupid kid stuff that almost got her killed, and it's where whatever she's going to become with Silver started.

It's also the place that's crushing the life out of her best friend. It's the thing that Morrow was aiming for when he trapped Naram. It's the thing her parents died for instead of coming back to her.

And Indri, by very funny contrast, is just the world's worst Intern supervisor. 0/10 experience, would not get my magic consumed again. Just absolutely the worst.

[tangleendlessly]

@ co-op arena, manchester

[arthursfuckinghat]

There needs to be a scientific study done on how Rockstar Games' Arthur Morgan is able to provoke the most earth shattering emotions I didn't even know I had in me

[gods-no-longer-tread-here]

can I add to this? If you’re having trouble applying this truth to yourself, or you’re on the cusp of accepting that you don’t have to hide but you’re still nervous or wish you were “brave enough”, remember that heatstroke is very real and you do not deserve to suffer from it. doesn’t matter what the temperature where you are is. doesn’t matter if you are in a cool, shady place with plentiful drinks. don’t get heatstroke.

listen. I am giving you permission to put on something breezy, light, and reflective, and tell anyone who gives you shit that you don’t deserve to get heatstroke. because you don’t.

You don't have to wear black today, friend. You don't have to hide or disguise your fat body

[blaneyism]

i do sure enjoy those 1-2 finishing teammates!

[somegrumpynerd]

Cross has trouble getting to sleep alone in his room and goes looking for a distraction, but ends up finding a solution for both of them