#i got insomnia

[darkravn]

It's my birthday!

[jooyeonjooyeoff]

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[madbalalaika]

Am I weird for this? Does anyone else sometimes look at a fictional character and get a very strong urge to sniff them cause they look like they smell really good?

[moonchild-in-blue]

Have you ever noticed how Vessel has never actually said the words "I love you"? Like. He says it many, many times - each breath he takes is a confession - but he has never said it.

It's always "my love is / as (...)", "I'm full of the love you want", "like lovers", "your love", "(...) falling in love with me". The closest we get is "I made loving you (...)". Which still isn't quite the same as saying I love you.

It's almost like he needs to put some sort of barrier between what he feels and what he knows it's the truth to lessen the blow. Because he does love them, and will continue to do so, forevermore. No matter the cost of rain, through death. He's theirs unconditionally, even if it hurts him, right?

But they don't feel the same. He knows that. He begs for it, for them to fall for him, to take a bite, show him what it's like.

Vessel knows that they want his love, companionship, worship, whatever you want to call it, the way a wolf wants its prey. He knows that they keep him around, keep pretending to be falling in love with him, merely as play thing, a means to an end. He knows all of this and keeps loving anyway, knowing that his love doesn't matter.

You don't really love,

you just hate to be alone.

Because hiding behind big, fancy, flourished phrases like "I'll live like I've got missing limbs for you", and "My arms belong around you", and "We go beyond the farthest reaches", and -

And you know I'll be yours Just want to be worth it I will run like the wind till you follow me again

- is much easier than to admit the very simple and pathetic three-worded truth, knowing it is not reciprocated. Not anymore at least (if ever).

If what they say is "Nothing is forever", then what makes love the exception?

[hana-bobo-finch]

doodles of the wasp of all time

[snackugaki]

glasses and gadgets gang

[caliartcat]

you are my morning light~

guy who sleeps in 50 different positions, managed to kick all the pillows off the bed, and wakes up with the worst bedhead ever x guy who sleeps like the literal reincarnation of sleeping beauty

[flying-cat]

good morning opening shift bakudekuers hopefully you all got more sleep than i did

[sassy-stupid]

A little Xavier drabble based on my earlier post. It's about 400 words

You'd be the first to admit that it had been a while since you'd gotten enough rest. What can you say, though? Hunter business was booming in all the worst ways.

It wasn't just you this recent increase in monsters had been affecting. Nero and Tara had been putting in extra hours and even Xavier had put in overtime. The latter resulting in barely there bags under his eyes, on his otherwise perfect complexion.

Speaking of your neighbor, he was right in front of your door as you opened it to rush to work.

"Ah, you're awake? Good," he says, the tone of his voice neutral, as always, yet you pick up on the sleepiness laced through it. There's no mistaking it, Xavier only just rolled out of bed.

"Hey Xavier, wanna carpool?" You ask, trying to step past him. He blocks your path, even goes as far as to wrap his arm around you to keep you from slipping past him.

"Jenna called. She told us to take the day off. Another unit will be filling in for us in fear of overworking the unicorns," he explains.

Unsatisfied with that explanation, you still try to push past him. "Well, I'm up now anyway, might as well kill some wanderers."

He leans against you, his weight paired with the arm keeping you pressed against him pushes you back inside your apartment, and he somehow manages to close the door behind him.

"Oh no," you can almost hear that sneaky little grin in his voice. "Gravity," he leans onto you with even more weight, and it's all you can do to stumble to the couch, trying not to fall to the floor. "It's increasing on me."

"Xavier!" You protest. "No, it is not!" You try to push one last time, but he just lets himself fall against you again, successfully making both of you drop onto the couch.

"Is too, (y/n), the same thing happened yesterday" with both of you laying on the couch, though with him still enforcing his 'increased gravity' on you, you could see his face again. He DID have that smug little grin on his face. "The wanderers almost got me because of it. You simply must indulge me and nap with me, or it may cost me my life."

With a huff, a frown, and a yawn, you end up complying. And with a heated and weighted Xavier blanket on you, you doze off fairly quick.

[nat-20s]

Martin Blackwood writing extremely mediocre poetry for himself and himself alone in his late 20s is like soooo endearingly cringey but then YOU try writing extremely mediocre poetry for yourself and yourself alone in your late 20s and it's like OH. OH GIRL I GET IT!

[thatbakedpotato]

you ever read a fic that changes the literal trajectory of life? that renders you incapable of picking up another piece of literature? cause same.

[frobby]

I think rin is actually an early riser or at least was cuz he liked making breakfast for everyone but since demons are nocturnal his powers getting unsealed completely ruined his internal clock

[secondbeatsongs]

so maybe. just like maybe. try to make it so that you don't get exposed to covid, get two vaccines, start a new medication, have a busy time at work, and then get no sleep because of a car alarm going off twice, all in the same 48hr period.

would not recommend

[derrygirlstrash]

Clare is mischaracterized a lot lowkey because I think people love Clare for being an anxious lesbian so much that they instinctively craft a more palatable version of that trait onto her and it’s a shame because Clare is a fascinating little beastie. She is childhood friends with the likes of Erin and Michelle for a reason after all. She is arguably just as selfish as Erin /affectionate and just as impulsive as Michelle /affectionate it just is formed around the insane molten hot anxiety disorder inside her little lesbian brain. She thinks she’s better than them when in reality she is just as bad.

I’d argue she stays selfish /affectionate longer than Erin does. Until the final two episodes I fully believe Clare would have sold any of them up the river for a corn chip if that corn chip would save her skin. It’s often said that Clare and James hold the single brain cell but I think the truth is likely that Orla holds it and they just forgot to use it or hand it to someone cause they were going ham on a bag of sweets.

If you hate Erin for her selfish traits and just kinda forget that Clare is just as bad then idk what to tell you they’re birds of a feather.

[poomphuripan]

Up Poompat and Poom Phuripan saying the final farewell to their characters Ming & Joe on their last day on set of filming My Stand-In

[mothorcus]

got like 3-4ish hours of sleep because the insomnia was insomniaing so take these very self indulgent domestic and sleepy doodles :)