#i havent slept its 7am help

[mikehasfleas]

I keep seeing stuff about the magnus protocol on my dash (which I am refusing to listen to because the memes have told me that jmart are still alive there and that isn't very narratively satisfying to me, no shade to yall or jonny yall can have fun w/ it) and apparently the antichrist and his plus one are a computer virus or something....so I guess you could say they're....yk.....a trojan........just like.........just like in season 4..........when jon and hello jon apologies for the deception but I wanted to make sure you started reading, so I thought it best not to introduce myse

[mxdotpng]

funny that tales of games continue to have gay coded protags but are too afraid of having 2 women the same age interact. where are my lesbians, bandai. where are they.

[tommykinard217]

I think one of the most beautiful things about twc is the fact that the characters all constantly prove to the detective that they're not alone. This is most evident in book 3, but it has this consistent theme throughout the books. Like I'm doing my fiftieth playthrough of book 3 rn and the earnestness that Tina tells you that she can take some of the detective's stress by covering for them and being there for them.

Not to mention Nate, when the kidnapping case comes to light, tells the detective that their mom can handle explaining the kidnapping to the station so as to avoid any unnecessary revelations, he mentions how he wants the detective to know that they can rely on the people around them.

And of course, depending on if you tell Tina or Verda about the supernatural, both of them will confront (some encounters more gently than others (Tina being absolutely frustrated with Mason and Adam brings me so much joy. She probably wants to shake my detective for his taste in men)) the love interest about making sure that they are properly there for the detective, that they are someone the detective can rely on when things become too much to handle.

Idk it's just such a beautiful thing and I love this emphasis on how important Tina and Verda are to the detective's life, as well as whoever the reader chooses to be their detective's bestie in unit bravo.

[kaiserkisser]

youre gonna hear it anyways actually i override your choice☺️🙏

ok first. let me set the scene. finals are all next week. this is my last week to do any schoolwork. ive been busting ass like its NOBODYS business to get my 25 page thesis in on time with reliable information and atleast some quality of writing. i have been fending off full body sciaticas and flare ups since last monday. my health is reaching near rock bottom like it always does in december.

now picture this. youre me, sitting in my bed at 8pm yesterday. i just finished farming for wriothesley when i get a text message from my thesis partner that she didnt complete anything and is backing out of her end of the project because the topic is too difficult (its on architectural and historical relevance like. think renaissance shit its very hard to explain but i get it and thats all that matters). i stare at my phone in disbelief. she had half the workload. that leaves exactly 40 hours to get this entire show on the road ALL BY MYSELF. i begin to tweak out

so i have two options at this point

one - i am running on 3 hours of sleep. i can feel my muscles start to seize whenever i stand up. its getting close to the end for me. i do nothing about this and turn the thesis in as is and face embarrassment infront of 75 of my peers

two - i am running on 3 hours of sleep however i conveniently just purchased a case of celsius all for myself yesterday and i have no shame in cracking two open this fine evening. i finish the research in one day and assemble the next, leaving around 10 hours of free time if done correctly

three - cry

i chose option two. duh. so 7am approaches the next day (this morning) and i realize i feel asleep at my desk. MAJOR mood killer as my laptop also died and and i need to charge it before manically speeding off to class before getting my ass whooped by the truant department because ive been tardy EVERY DAY THIS WEEK for reasons unbeknownst to me. i freak out

i get up from my desk. my entire right leg crumples. i feel my hip dislocate. i panic. i shove myself against the wall and hammer a gnarly bruise into my opposite side to knock it back into place. at this point im on the verge of tears and im like shit how am i supposed to drive i need my cane and my leg is so unsupported. i panic AGAIN tripping over myself to grab onto my cane and my desk at the same time and hobble off into my kitchen to discover that its not actually 7am, its 8am. the very conveniently placed analog clock on my desk has never adjusted to daylight savings and is therefore an hour behind. im so unbelievably cooked

at this point its between me going sent straight to the deans for truancy or staying home and giving myself work time. i choose work time

i plop right back down into my little chair and dont leave until it is quite literally dinnertime. its 8pm. i am just now realizing i have spent 12 hours straight at my desk. this is going to be the end of me

i stand up AGAIN this time with the help of my cane and realize my phone was in do not disturb for everyone but dear cherry so i didnt see the bajillion missed calls from my friend saying shes bringing goodies for me. great. i dont even know where she is

she shows up at my door and i look like a hot MESS let me tell you. havent slept in nearly two days. my hair is in disarray because i couldnt be bothered to take it out of the clip from the night before so its half falling out. im wearing a tshirt that says “wait im goated” with a cat on it. truly my most presentable

i open the door for my dear friend and i get showered with insults on how i am literally viktor arcane because of my walking cane. i shrivel up, take the goodies, go back inside and FUCKING TRIP AGAINNNNNNN this time on my GODDAMN CAT so now i feel bad because its like great. i didnt mean to hurt my baby. but i am now immobile on the floor.

i start losing my mind because all work-mode noah could think about was food now. i go to the kitchen. my brother is in there with my dad and they are making grilled cheese sandwiches. i tell them about the day ive had and how if i manage my time wisely i can actually sleep a full 8 hours tomorrow. the world starts to rejoice

my dad gives me a grilled cheese. one thing turns to another and i end up eating a whopping FIVE grilled cheese sandwiches. im ravenous. i start telling my brother about the thesis issue and how my partner backed out two days before the whole thing was due. this thing has been my pride and joy since september. my brother looks me dead in the eyes and goes

“didn’t think i’d be living with kaveh in the flesh, but here we are”

i lose my mind. i realize hes right. the hyperfocus. sleeping at my desk. my goddamn outfit. its all adding up

i somehow managed to embody kaveh for the past 36 hours and i didnt realize until i was way too delirious and sleep deprived to even care if i ate. to say i was shocked was an understatement

so now i sit in my bed contemplating if the thesis is even worth it. (im about to go work on it until tomorrow night. please save me. i didnt think thered be this much work)

anyway. thats my week in a nutshell. i hope this brought you a chortle or two🙁✋

LMAO i approve keep rambling i love it 😹👍

why did that remind me of that one line - let me just, set the scene- from disaster by conan gray lmaooo

oooffff that sucks bro same 😭😭 except my exams r going on rn and oh god 😭 DUDE????? FYM 25 PAGE THESIS. IS THIS WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ME IN A YEAR WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL. BRO RN IN SCHOOL WE WRITE 400 WORD ESSAY AND SOMEHOW PEOPLE STRUGGLE WITH THAT WHAT R THEY GONNA DO IN UR PLACE LMAO and bro oh my gosh please FOR THE LOVE OF GOD take care of yourself!!!?!?!?! urghhhh i hope u get better soon bc wtf 😭😭

ngl if my thesis partner did that i would show up at her house to kill her /j

12 hours straight at your desk. my dude. are you serious. are your fr. i can literally see why you kin kaveh. go and REST!!!!!! OR ELSE YOULL LITERALLY COLLAPSE AGAIN

indeed that is so absolutely presentable!!!!! NO NOT THE CATTTTT NOOOOOO give the cat hugs from me :((((

IM REJOICING TOO IMMA CHECM UP ON YOU TO MAKE SURE YOU SLEEP 8 HOURS THAT IS ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL ‼️‼️‼️‼️i literally agree with your brother sm whatt atp i literally think of you and sometimes go kaveh and go wait no your name is noah not kaveh /silly

is it worth your health ⁉️ and my dude thats one FREAKING HELL of a week- TAKE BREAKS TODAY AND TOMORROW. EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO WORK, TAKE SOME BREAKS. BETWEEN WORK. DO. NOT. WORK CONTINUOUSLY FOR HOURS AGAIN. ITS NOT GOOD FOR YOU. ill be watching you. /j 🫤 you darn better take care of yourself. ☹️☹️

[clockwork-freminet]

wsg frem its 7am an i havent slept

how you feeling

"Oh, uhm... I know this is an obvious thing to say, but you really should get some sleep. Sometimes, when I can't sleep... I read a storybook for a little while. It usually makes my eyes tired and helps me fall asleep. Though, I'm not sure if it'd also work for you..."

"... I feel OK. Astris wants to introduce me to a dog..."

[the-kipsabian]

you know what, im gonna fucking complain right now cause its 7am, i have barely slept and im in pain and i dont just think i know i deserve better but god forbid i ask for fucking anything

these are notes from a few of my most recent fics on the sideblog. fucking look at this. and before you think, "oh double digits with emphasis on reblogs thats not so bad" - you wanna guess in how many of these half or more of these reblogs are my own to this blog?

in all of them

so you see why im frustrated by this? yeah i get it, what i make mostly is fucking niche rarepair that only me and one other person (actively) write for, but fuck man ive seen rarepairs do well in the wild. and i dont consider myself a bad writer. i know im not, and even more importantly im happy with what i create. i think im pretty fucking good all things and aspects considering

but no. apparently not. or fucking whatever is causing this cause i dont know anymore. also yes this reflects on ao3 numbers too when stuff gets one hand digit kudos when its posted and thats it, and theres no way of bumping things over there

i dont know what the fuck do you want me to do. if you think i just shouldnt post anymore just say so. if you want me to change my focus just fucking say so not that its gonna help really im hellbent on writing certain stuff but yeah i just dont know what to do about this when it just keeps getting worse. like fuck even the things that arent niche rarepairs dont do well and at that point i dont know if its the community failing me or if i do actually suck no matter what i keep telling myself

the interaction just doesnt fucking exist. i fucking tried. im trying as hard as i fucking can. dont even get me started on how badly i feel like the fic writer post dried up (i know i havent reblogged it either in a hot second but it shouldnt just be my responsibility, but what the fuck do i know apparently)

i dont fucking know. im out of options and ideas. do whatever the fuck you want. or dont since thats whats happening anyways i guess. im just fucking done. honestly the temptation to just delete the fic blog is so high right now, what does it even matter

nothing fucking matters i fucking guess

[babithyn]

November 21st, 2023

tw~ed

So i accidentally only ate 2 rice cakes with peanut butter and honey yesterday. Like it wasn’t intentional i just had to do so many things and i was exhausted.

I had to take my daughter to the dr. because of some problems with her umbilical cord. Then i had to put together her stroller when we got home.

I mean i also had a coffee from starbucks cause i was exhausted from staying up all night taking care of my baby.

What sucks even more is that i didnt even finish the stroller. i only have one more piece but still i have a huge mess in my living room.

Also, my bf who slept most of the night fell asleep with me, woke up and went to the gym. which i didn’t mind. what i did mind is him waking me up throughout the day to feed our daughter when he damn well couldve fed and changed her.

I would take the bottle he heated up and he would leave the room. I would accidentally fall asleep, bottle in hand without grabbing our daughter to feed her. And instead of him just being like, “you know what shes really tired i might as well feed our daughter.” He would wake me up and tell me to feed her or change her or whatever.

Of course im going to take care of our daughter, i love my little monster. But i could use the help when im that exhausted.

My frustration is peaked cuz i was so tired i slept all night as well and still was waking up ever 1-3hours to a screaming infant and who had to take care of her? that would be my ass.

In other news i lost another 2lbs so im happy about that. But idk what my dr. is going to say about that cuz ive lost A LOT since i gave birth. I just dont want any problems.

But tn im having a really hard time convincing myself to eat. Like ive been awake since 7am, its now almost 1 and i still havent eaten. i know i have to eat but the thought of eating rn makes me nauseous and anxious.

I havent breastfed or pumped in 2days and somehow my boobs dont hurt. which tells me im not producing enough milk and i know its from not eating. i honestly feel like a horrible mom.

Like fuck! why cant i just be a normal person and not worry about my weight and how i look until my daughter starts eating actual food?

anyways as alwaysthanks for coming to my ted talk. stay safe:)

[batz]

Bubby having a panic attack and Tommy sitting quietly next to him, talking soft and calming him down bc he knows what that's like and Tommy's a gentle guy Tommy and Bubby friendship

ok,,, sofd... friendship real...

[cjadewyton]

Female Mirror + Celestial Attendent = Monkey Brain Screaming “PEARLCATCHER WHO BREED CHANGED”

Proof:

Also alternatively:

[undercovercottonswab]

YEET Mic finally got everyone to dab but he just. Couldnt stand still Eraserhead / Uraraka Ochako / Present Mic

[badscooter]

its 7am i havent slept and im not tired whaddafuck is going on help. i think i broke something in my brain

[idrawtoomuch-gw2]

morning

Only thing I have managed today; a couple of random faces with a very light shading attempt.

[salemcrossinginteractive]

-sobs quietly-

its 7am and i havent slept and i wish for sleep but-

im halfway done with the ROs!!

Theres 11 ROs and bOOM! Theres 6 right here :D

I also realized that I’m running out of space on the canvas, so I’ll be just making two separate images of RO’s after I fill up this one, I’ll hide the Batch 1 layer group i made and just make another set for Batch 2!

I’ll probably be organizing them between the Pure^tm routes and Oh Dear Gods Help Me routes

so ye

[aestheticvoyage2019]

Day 29: Tuesday January 29, 2019 - “Tell The Truth Tuesday”

I got a deal lined up with my buddy Chad where every Tuesday, I tell the Truth about what Ive done over the past week.  Its my “gameday” so to speak.  I prep all week to get the results on Tell The Truth Tuesday.  I called him just before new years and told him the starting gun was about to go off, and that I needed some accountability.  He’s my guy Im doing this “with.”   He prodded me to get him measurements in exchange for healthy recipes.  I can share my wins, and it helps me to not have losses because I know I’ll have to answer to it, and him, come Tuesday.    Tuesday works well too, gives me a reason to put out on the weekend, get the week started off right on Monday, and then see where I am.  I havent been weighing in every day like I did back in 07-08.   Taking more of the Win Forever philosophy that I stole from Pete Carroll a couple years back (the tell the truth day slipped from that too) - focusing more on doing all the things right knowing the results will take care of themselves...focusing on the foundation and not the trophy.   I got my measuring tape, and my supplements, and my routine and as January comes to a close I can feel like Ive accomplished something, thanks in big part to the accountability.  Its an addictive feeling - that anxiousness looking forward to Tuesday morning.  To see what Ive got.  Will I go undefeated???   Fuck no.  I know I’ll have some let downs along the way, plateaus and times where Ive given a championship effort that doesnt show up on the scale (which is why its smart he’s got me measuring all my metrics).  But I know if I keep at it - and trust the process - I’ll get to that summit.  Its the blessing of having done it once before. 

Today on Tell The Truth Tuesday, I cleared my first weight checkpoint - slipping out of the 280s, tapping in today at 278.  I can zero in on 275 before next Tuesday.  An attainable goal, and then I’ll be on my way to the 270 reward where I get my bracelets back and a new FitBit!   Clearing checkpoint-280 today unlocks “Fix Up My Bike” and I look forward to kicking in some miles on Tucson Roads here before it gets hot.   Look out! Thats where it all started back in the day....AC asked why I dont just look to go get an old bike....oh no, to sentimental and nostalgic for that.  Im getting up on my old Hiyo and involving that steed on this journey.  I feel like the gods would have it that way.  

As for supplements, Im taking the green tea extract to fire up my metabolism, glutamine to help recovery, vitamin D for sunshine and keeping my mind right.   Throw in fish oil to help with inflammation, and a daily vitamin for everything else I might be missing on a low calorie diet and Ive got a nice cocktail to get my engine going.

So what did today look like at 278?  I woke up at 7am and did some TaeBo before starting work at 8am.  Still cant finish it without stopping but I keep trying.  I have a special easter egg for myself when I can get hard enough to clear that before work.  I then took my supplements, and had some granola and yogurt, and showered.  Worked through the day as AC slept, then I came back and finished that Tae Bo I quit on earlier and cleared that last 15 minutes before going to PF for a one mile run, 12 minutes on spin, and 15 minutes on elliptical - 10K steps.  Came home to dinner of Spaghetti-squash and salad and Kombucha.  Solid day.   Bricks.   Just keep stacking bricks, and rocking every Tuesday.

Song: Adam Silvestri - Cast Away Main Theme

Quote: "I love trophies, but fuck 'em. They're for old men, for guys living in memory," he says. "I'm talking about: Are we competing today, every minute, in everything we do in practice. Are we letting loose and daring to be great here and now? And can we sustain that? And repeat it. Trophies are great, but we're trying to win forever."  ~Pete Carroll

[ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender]

Finding Out

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zpspWB

by ArrowsInMyHeart

(A rewritten version of A Secret That Saw The Light of Day)

Lance would die without his food, but he didn't want his friends to know.

That fucking mind meld ruined everything.

Words: 1006, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Not Human (Rewritten)

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Coran (Voltron), Keith (Voltron)

Relationships: Lance & Voltron Paladins

Additional Tags: ghoul Lance, Langst?, Secrets, Secrets Revealed, Mind melds, gagging, lmao what are these tags, get help its 7am and i havent slept because i wrote this

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zpspWB

[milfnipples]

h... its 7am and i havent slept in almost 24 hours but i promised to wake up early and help with laundry