#my sleeping schedule sucks

[overcaffeinated-aro]

ok not to be that guy but like. labor rights and working class rights can coexist with 24h services and late amenities. its certainly hard to do so without worker exploitation in this political and social environment, it’s not a conflict likely to resolve overnight. but 24h services are important and especially valuable to those of us that are disabled or are on a different circadian rhythm. in fact more professional, health, and government services should be available or at least possible to work on asynchronously (if applicable) during late or odd hours, while workers also get sufficient pay for their labor and proper consistent scheduling. this would be much easier on the workers with night schedules if the entire professional world didn’t grind to a halt at 5pmEST

[napping-sapphic]

Sooo NONE of you want to fall deeply unhealthily in love with me rn……?

[raineandsky]

#134

The scene the hero arrives to is nothing to brag about—a dumpster set alight, some of its flaming rubbish fluttering about harmlessly. The superhero sent them here on the basis of a villain, though, so they’re going to figure out who set fire to this thing if it’s the last thing they do.

No one seems to be around. Maybe this is one of those startup villains, the ones who want a taste of the criminal life but are too afraid to plunge in the deep end. An easy catch, the hero thinks. Simply wait for a slip-up and throw the sucker in jail.

The hero approaches the literal dumpster fire with the intention of looking for clues. What they don’t expect is for the criminal to leap out at them. They grapple for the hero with a vicious snarl and the hero reacts instinctively, whipping their arm out to dislodge them before throwing them down to the ground.

The criminal rolls away, making an attempt at what is probably a bound back to their feet and failing. A heartfelt, “ow,” leaks out as they carefully pick themself off the pavement.

They’re young, the hero can see that. Black clothes—something of a homemade villain’s outfit. A child who’s gotten a flare for rebellion and wanted to live a little. The hero was never one for inspirational talks, but if they can stop a villain in the making, they might as well try.

“I get the impression you’ve a taste for the low life,” they start carefully, “but this isn’t the way to go. Believe me, I’ve seen my fair share of the villainous lifestyle and it isn’t the a good—”

The hero’s words trail off as the kid looks up at them with a scowl. She nudges long hair out of her face, brushing dirt off the shirt the hero has almost definitely seen before. The superhero sent them out for a villain, not for this. Is this a test? Is the superhero mad?

The hero isn’t good with kids as it is, let alone their boss’s daughter.

“What on earth are you doing out here?” the hero snaps. There’s a villain around—it’s dangerous.”

“Damn right it is.” The kid wipes her nose on her sleeve, putting her fists up like she’s genuinely considering a fight. “Wanna guess who the villain is?”

She tries to rush the hero, and it’s here that they realise, ah, she is considering a fight. They sidestep her swing and, as carefully as an attack will allow, toss her on the ground again.

“Does your dad know you’re doing this?” the hero asks sharply.

“He will soon enough,” she spits.

She moves in for another strike. Where she’s aiming for the hero will never guess, but they bat her hand away easily and push her back. “Stop,” they demand bluntly. “You’re going to hurt yourself or, god forbid, someone else.”

“Isn’t that what being a villain is?” The kid laughs, and the hero hates how much it sounds like her father. “Being evil and ruining everything? I thought I was already good at that!”

She leaps in for another punch. The hero, already distracted, doesn’t dodge in time and her fist smashes into their chest.

The hero doesn’t move. The kid’s start of a victorious laugh dies down and she pulls her hand away.

“I hit you,” she points out coldly. “You’re meant to on the floor or something now.”

“You’re good at being evil and ruining everything?”

The kid’s annoyance gets replaced by what the hero can see from a mile away is carefully crafted indifference. “Sure,” she says shortly. “That’s why I thought maybe I’d fit in better here. And I do.”

The hero stares at her for a moment. She raises her fist, but the hero holds a hand up to her and she miraculously listens.

“I’m sorry,” the hero says, although they’re not sure what they’re apologising for. “I’m not fighting you. Go home.”

“You’re a hero!” the kid cries as the hero starts looking for a way to dampen the fire now devouring the poor dumpster. “Act like it!”

“Go home,” they repeat a little sharper, “and stay there. I’ll speak to your dad.”

“He’s meant to find out about this himself,” she snaps.

The hero finds a fire extinguisher, mysteriously tucked under one of the other dumpsters. The kid is pointedly not looking at them when they pull it out. “Don't you worry. I’m not telling him about this. I think he and I need a little chat, that’s all.”

The kid has nothing to say to that. She stamps her foot and huffs momentarily, and then she’s off, abandoning the hero with the physical and metaphorical fire.

[piroeoe]

working retail really has me weighing my options. these shifts are so short that id probably only make a little less if i took on commissions. demand being fickle could be a bit of a problem though, guess I'll wait and see what financial aid says about me going to college

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Lunch Lady’s Doom Diners: Kraft Dinner Meltdown

For: @miss-nov

Danny gets bored in the dead of night, board and hungry. Meanwhile, The LunchLady is always eager to feed damn near anyone, so of course she gets a cooking show.

Danny’s honestly always had a sleep schedule worse than hot garbage, he’s always flip flopped between going to bed at eight pm and walking up at midnight, and going to bed at four am and waking up at six am or six pm. It was a mess. Then you throw spectral fist fights into the mix? Spooky fisticuffs that happen at all hours of the day and night? Yeah his sleep schedule was fucked. He could be asleep at any time, he could be awake at any time.

He literally fell asleep mid tooth cleaning yesterday. And on Monday he woke up at eleven pm because the ceiling started oozing in such a way that he was getting water boarded.

The only good thing was since his sleep was already so messed up, his parents have never questioned him just getting up at two am to self actualize on the bathroom floor because he overheated. Or him raiding the fridge like a feral raccoon at one pm for breakfast. Ten year old him literally managed to sleep through a minor house fire… a minor house fire that started in his room. Meaning his parents don’t barge in when they hear him rustling around at three am fixing up a broken rib, or when he gets into a choking fight with Skulker again at eleven pm, or when he crawls up from the lab because he accidentally phased through his bed and floor at five am.

It also let him get away with just wasting perfectly good and proper sleeping time though. By playing video games, or binge watching tv, or showering himself back in touch with reality, or just downing an unholy amount of coffee, or getting righteously shit faced just for the fuck of it inside of a closet. All of which was probably not super healthy. But what does he care? He’s already dead!

Anyway, all that is how he’s here now without anyone bothering his sorry ass. Scrolling through cable tv -why the fuck do they still have cable actually?- looking for a cooking show to give him some idea what he wants to eat. Hell’s Kitchen and Cutthroat Kitchen are awesome but nothing there he can or wants to cook. He won’t watch Mary Makes It Easy on principle, she annoys him way too much and her being a redhead just reminds him of Wes. Guy’s Grocery Games is barely even a cooking show. Chopped would be a gamble on whether or not he had whatever was in those boxes in the house. Top chef, Cooks vs Cons, and Masterchef were way past his skill level. Worst Cooks In America was kinda the opposite of what he’s looking for, and somehow actually below his level. Iron Chef was just plain boring. Next Level Chef and Cook At All Costs might be okay ones… too bad they don’t look to be on.

Why the heck is Guy’s Ranch Kitchen on of all things? Really? Oh and they’re playing Big Food Bucket List which is basically just a weaker version of Diners, Drive-ins, And Dives.

… Girl Meets Farm? Knife Fight? Patricia Heaton Parties???

Geez late night cooking show options were absolute trash.

Okay Cooking With Paris could be hilarious. Trashy as hell, but still.

Danny pausing, almost dropping the remote, Lunch Lady’s Doom Diners… what the fuck? It’s can’t be right?

…. Can it? Like surely someone would notice and say something about a glowing shouty green lady with sometimes fire hair just causally hosting a freaking cooking show?

Obviously he’s clicking on that one, like duh. Doom Diners was a hell of a title even if it turned out to not actually be hosted by a literal ghost.

…

Is it hosted by an actual literal ghost? One of his ‘rogues’ at that?

Yup. There’s the freaking LunchLady pointing aggressively at the camera, holy shit.

“IF YOUR KRAFT DINNER IS RUNNY, YOUR CHEESE IS SAD, AND YOU’RE USING POWDERED CRAP FROM A BOX! STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING! DROP IT! BURN IT! DO BETTER!”.

Danny snorting, “oh wow Boxy would be so offended she called something from a box bad. The audacity to insult your husband’s Obsession like that”. Though yeah, runny Kraft Dinner was really disappointing; and he’d actually take it being vaguely sentient and ecto-contaminated over having soggy noddles.

The on screen counter is loaded with ingredients: five types of cheese, elbow macaroni, butter, milk, garlic, paprika

Danny quirking an eyebrow, “okay, spicy Kraft Dinner is… a choice? One I will not be making”. Eh, he could totally substitute that with Cheeto dust or something right?

The LunchLady practically caressing the block of cheese, “look at this lil’ beauty… aged sharp cheddar. She’s the swiss army knife of dairy. You treat her with respect, alright?”. Then slamming the block down and grabbing a grater violently enough that it’s metal creaks.

She must break a lot of set stuff… which might be part of the entrainment value actually now that he thinks about it. Gordon Ramsay’s main draw was his angry rants, wild insults, and general destruction of inedible food, after all.

“YOU GRATE THIS LIKE YOU’RE SHREDDING YOUR MORTAL ENEMIES INTO FLAVOUR! DON’T YOU DARE USE PRE-SHREDDED! IT’S COATED IN SADNESS AND CORNSTARCH!”.

Danny sticking his tongue out at the tv, “hey, shredded is the best for just lazily stuffing handfuls into my mouth”. Edam was the absolute best kind for that.

Eh fuck it, Danny shoves himself up and wanders out of the living room and into the kitchen, grabbing pots and raiding the fridge. They do actually have a few bags of cheese -Danny is not grating fuck all anything- and some pasta -it’s bow tie and not elbow but whatever- and even some not spoiled butter. Danny grabbing the little camping hot plate thing and dragging everything back into the living room. So long as he doesn’t burn the table no one will know.

He absolutely tries to comically copy the LunchLady boiling her pasta, stirring like she’s attempting to summon actual demons, and violently slamming cheese into it.

The LunchLady cackles at her pot, “LOW HEAT! Stir CONSTANTLY! IF YOU WALK AWAY NOW I WILL FIND YOU! AND I WILL RE-EDUCATE YOU IN SAUCE ETHICS BY REDUCING YOUR BONE MARROW FOR A SAUCE!”.

Danny making a face, he’s pretty sure his bone marrow would make for a really nasty sauce, or broth for that matter.

The LunchLady looks a fair bit maniacally gleeful at the perfectly melted cheese, “this… this is the moment. This right here? This is why I SCREAM! Because food… food is DOOM in a skillet, DOOM! A balanced diet of DOOM!”.

Danny blinking, “well I guess dairy has vitamin d in it so? Kinda? Healthy? Healthyish”; and shrugs.

The LunchLady dumps the Kraft Dinner into a cast iron pan, tops it with breadcrumbs and throws it in the oven; slamming the door hard enough the thing actively shakes and rocks back and forth. “Twenty minutes at three-seventy-five. IF YOU OPEN THAT OVEN EARLY, I SWEAR I WILL FLIP A TABLE AND STILL LET YOU EAT WHILE I DO IT!”.

Danny stilling, “shit fuck, this has to go in the oven?! Who cooks Kraft Dinner in the oven?!?”; either way Danny scrambles the pot over to the oven and just shoves the thing inside. Hopefully croutons will work in place of bread crumbs…

Danny wandering back to the tv, The LunchLady sticking a fork in her fully cooked Kraft Dinner, cheese actively oozing down from said fork. Well damn, that did actually look really good.

“This… is fire. This… is life. This… is HUNGERS DOOM!”. Her taking a bite and yup flaming hair.

Danny shaking his head, “is no one gonna comment on that?”.

“OH MY ZONE!-”.

Danny nearly chokes and starts coughing at the freaking ghost slang.

“-THAT IS STUPID GOOD! I WANNA PUNCH A WALL!”.

“Please don’t, we don’t need another chili food fight incident”.

Danny snickering, wow a producer or whatever actually called her out a little. The guy sounded a wee bit terrified though, which is fair. Also though, Danny absolutely wants to see this ‘chili food fight’ episode, holy shit.

The LunchLady looking directly into the camera, “and that’s how you DESTROY a proper Kraft Dinner, you fiery kitchen DOOM SLAYER! NEXT WEEK, WE'RE MAKING THE MOST DECADENT, FLUFFY, SLAP-YOUR-PAST-SELF-INTO-A-COMA PANCAKES YOU'VE EVER SHOVED INTO YOUR FACE!". As the screen fades to black with tagline: “COOKIN’ WITH DOOM: IF YOU’RE NOT SCREAMING, YOU’RE NOT SEASONING”.

Danny blinks and shakes his head harshly as twenty-four in twenty-four: Last Chef Standing starts playing. Should… should he do something about this? She didn’t seem to be harming anyone. And it would be good for human ghost relations and shit… Eh fuck it, if some cooking network producer wants to fuck around and find out that’s on them. Plus maybe this will mean she’ll leave him alone a little? And it was definitely a healthy way to fulfil her Obsession.

The oven timer beeps and he gets his oven baked Kraft Dinner. It looks crispy and creamy. Not nearly as nice as The LunchLady’s but that’s totally Danny and his substitutions fault.

It’s fucking good. Danny giving a little appreciatory thumbs up and humming to no one.

“Did you seriously make Kraft Dinner at basically one am, Danny?”.

Danny snapping his head to the stairs, “mmhhmm”, swallowing a little and pointing the fork at the tv, “tv told me to do it”.

Jazz shaking her head, “it better not have been Cutthroat Kitchen or Chopped, because I don’t want to know what’s in that then”.

“Naw. It was a ghost. LunchLady’s got a cooking show now. Very shouty”.

She stares at him for a while before scowling, “you know what? I’m choosing not to care, and I’m going back to bed after you give me some of that”.

Danny moving the pot comically behind himself, “make your own, my crouton Kraft Dinner of doom”.

“Oh come on Danny, it smells good”.

“No!”.

She absolutely moves to the kitchen to get a ladle and starts trying to attack Danny’s food with it. Him hopping around and climbing and jumping over furniture with his creation.

She manages to get a scoop full, looking very smug.

Danny sticking his tongue out at her, “I could have gone intangible, you know”.

She only looks more smug, “but you didn’t”; and takes her prize with her back up to her room. Danny flipping her off behind her back. “I know you’re flipping me off, Danny. Stop that”.

Danny flips her off harder and more aggressively, before stuffing another fork full of pasta in his mouth.

He is absolutely dvr-ing the LunchLady’s show though, partly out of genuine enjoyment, partly out of paranoia, and partly out of showing some spooky support to another spooky trying to make it in the living realm.

End.

Prompt: Danny wakes up in middle of the night and turns on the TV. When did Lunch Lady get her own cooking show?

[bubble-bobble]

some radishes i forgot to post i think???

[rosetheocto]

TODAY IS THE 4th ANNIVERSARY OF FAILTOPIA S2 RAAAAHHHHH!!!!! You guys are never gonna guess who my favorite character is :3

[mishy-mashy]

Hey it's not the biggest detail but-

Kudo—

—And Bruce,

They have eyebags. Since their forms are from the time of the Resistance, they were probably tired and stressed. (Or they just have shit sleeping schedules)

"Even after death, we're still bound to our duties." (Kudo, ch. 414)

[spotaus]

A random doodle I was going to post in a big sketch page incognito style before I gave up 🙏

[nani-nonny]

With your person-I-think-is-older-than-me wisdom, how would you suggest I fix my fucked up sleep schedule?/hj I have school tomorrow :(

I’ve spent most of the last two weeks staying up ridiculously late reading. Finished a 500 page book in like five or six days which is a lot for me lately (I’ve been slacking on my paper book reading). I’m working on the second one in the series and can’t make myself put it down to sleep.

I think I have an addiction Nonny

I, too, have an addiction :D

And yes, with my mid-20s elderly wisdom, I suggest you attempt to sleep now and wake up to your alarm regardless of how late you fall asleep and how tired you feel. Then, proceed to stay awake the entire day (no naps in between) until the actual desired time you need to be sleep. Sleep until the alarm and wake up and ta dah! Sleep schedule fixed! :D

That’s what I do. :D for example, it’s what I plan to do when my semester starts up by the end of this month!

I would say to save the book for the time when you need to be awake so it keeps you awake until your desired sleeping time. It may keep you focused on the book instead of your exhaustion.

Or stay up the entire night and day, until you pass out at night :D

Thumbs up :DDDD

[sabrondabrainrot]

🌞Sun isn't self-sacrificing 🌞

Let's talk about that.

Guess whom is back on her copium? This lady. Anyways, time for more rambles and brainrot.

Disclaimer: This is going to contain spoilers from tsbs, tsams, laes etc. but I'm keeping it pretty generic and vague. Just being polite and covering bases.

To begin with, Sun has shown some self sacrificing tendencies but what matters with a self sacrifice is intent. Our Sun in the show has not intended to die for another person. At least, the current lore Sun won't. I get the vibes Sun actually understands that everyone loves him and he wants to live and be with them.

Sun suffers from extreme self esteem issues. He's ok with grinding himself away to nothing if it means helping others, especially his family. He spent a majority of his life being terrorized and guilted by someone he loved with no real end in sight. On top of that, he was made to feel useless and stupid so he has a hard to recognizes he's already doing enough just by being.

Adding to this, just because he doesn't value himself that much doesn't mean he wants to die. At his lowest, Yes, he wished he was dead, but that doesn't mean he wants to die. Sun has a lot of life in him and a lot of love to give. When he's not being tortured Sun loves living.

When you think of someone who loves living with his family, it's hard to imagine they'd so easily die for them. We have to look at Sun's actions and words. My biggest example of this instance is the first time he planned to use Star Power to protect NM/Nexus, he didn't plan to die. He knew he might get hurt but he told NM/Nexus he wasn't aiming to sacrifice himself. He was trying to actually keep NM from sacrificing himself, like Old Moon. It's so funny how circular the argument in that moment actually was.

It's a similar situation to when he went rogue and wanted to kill the 2nd Eclipse. He told Old Moon "Screw being a hero!" To me, this communicates he isn't trying to do the heroic sacrifice or anything similar. He was labeled a bad guy by Lunar in their argument and decided to just lean into that "villain persona". This also plays into the fact heroes go out of their way to save lives but Sun is explicitly out to take a life. Now for a clever segway, the reason why I see Sun as not self-sacrificing is because he knows what he has to lose and he knows how it feels to lose everything. Old Moon made him feel that loss. Just the same as Old Moon taught him how to feel pain.

Sun's one of the gentlest and kindest people in the TSBS shows and that's due to him not ever wanting to make other feel the awful things he's felt. Most of his actions in the show are how he typically would want himself to be treated (Dark Sun waves in the background).

Just to add, Solar is SO similar to Sun. It's honestly so funny. He works so hard and ALSO grinds himself down to the bone just to be a bit helpful to the people he loves. He also felt the loss of a loved one's sacrifice and had to kill someone to defend himself. (IE Sun killing BloodMoon and Solar killing his Moon) He even shares a similar self esteem issue with Sun!

They're just two peas in pod, I love it.

I was planning to come in with a bunch of examples of character who ALSO have the self sacrificing tendency who aren't actually self sacrificing but I'm tired from a long sucky Monday so I'm gonna schedule post this and do my self sacrificer propaganda later.

But yeah, if Sun does die it probably won't be from a sacrifice. Even though most Sun's have a history of dying for others or being murdered early. I think it's so sad Sun's get boiled down to nothing but a sacrificial lamb to many Moon's bloodlust. Or they live long enough to be the plaything of a bigger/greater evil then Moon. looks at Servant Sun.

[soviet-siscon]

It's hard dealing with jealousy about people having friends because i see other incest bloggers with friends on discord and stuff and feel a bit jealous and mad i can't have that, but also no way am i making a second discord just for privacy and I have a very different situation going on here than most people. It's nice having frequent visitors and even people who sometimes DM me, but I guess i should be more aware of how my situation differs and not compare myself to others.

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

"Make a documentary" was not where I thought this was going, but it makes total sense

[gobblinhours]

am i normal for not being able to sleep while my roommate plays warzone (no volume except for xbox controller clicking which sounds rlly loud for some reason) 10 feet away from my head until 3 am or am i a pwissy wittwe baby who can't handle a little bit of flashing lights and talking. leaning towards the latter

figured it out sleep on side with headphones to block noise they might break so that's ba but worth it

never mind talking now pillow on head not enough

[crystalsamethyst]

Love how I told my Finch app I wanted to work on better sleep this week and do it by putting down my phone earlier in the evening... Immediately proceeded to read a book on said phone and now it's 5 am....