#no sleep happening any time soon for me

[storm-cloud-lightning]

I just had my literal worst nightmare come true. So thats how my day is going.

[icewindandboringhorror]

... why he sit like this

[faaun]

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[rin-rin-kururin]

i think I lied when I said that I'm stepping out for a bit from isat... it's too strong and I still think about it every day

[mars-ipan]

i have my first infusion tomorrow and the Anxiety is kicking in and i am trying so so hard to keep it calm

[dnangelic]

i only came here to compliment yves at first but now im laugh crying at the braincell hot potato between daisuke and dark that i was JUST thinking about all morning

[hydrossity-zone]

you telling me other people dont keep the same special interest theyve had since they were 9. whadda hell

[sunsetseason8910]

Them Brooklyn Boys Is Big Pt.4

I had no intention of writing this at 12 o clock at night, but my friend is gonna read the series and I left yall on kind of a cliffhanger so I mustered up the last shred of human decency to write this. Love you all, Another reminder that once that clock strikes 12 am, I am not mentally stable, don't hold mentally stable me (if she exists) accountable for whatever I write. <3333

TW: same as the others, violence and maybe language? Idk I write these before I write the actual story so if there's not violence or bad language then sorry?

please don't read on if you haven't read the rest of the series, I will post a post with all the links in one post and pin it so they aren't hard to find because I fully intend this to be a 5-7 part series

I warned you....

Spot was starting to lose hope. It had felt like hours in that concrete room, and he was in more pain than he was letting on. Luckily Davey still wasn't hurt besides the bruises on his head from getting knocked out.

"We're not gonna get out of here," Spot said, slumping against the concrete wall, blood crusted over the side of his face. Spot knew the chances of his wounds getting infected were high, they were in a mold covered basement after all.

"If they don't find us in time, I might not make it-" Spot started, but was abruptly interrupted.

"Spot, stay positive," Davey reassured. Easy for him to say, he wasn't cut open and bruised.

"I'm just saying, if you make it out of here, and I don't, Tell Race he was my last dying thought, and tell Hotshot to take care of the little ones. They need more help selling papes. If he's gonna lead-"

"Spot! We're gonna make it out alive!" Davey shouted.

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"Hold up, did you hear that?" race asked as he stopped Jack with his arm. They had been searching the city up and down for three hours. It was fully dark out, and they were losing hope.

"It sounded like-" Jack started, but was cut off by Race running over to the source of the sound. An old, wooden door. "Race, I doubt they could be in there. that door probably hasn't been opened since 1870 something," Jack added. He knew Race was not mentally stable right now. His best friend was probably about to lose it, and there was nothing Jack could do but watch.

Race rammed his shoulder into the door in attempts to open it, but no luck.

He rammed again.

and again.

until finally,

whoosh

Race fell swiftly down three wooden steps, and fell onto concrete.

"Shit," he muttered as he got up to dust himself off. he looked up, and nothing could have prepared him for the sight. The sight of his boyfriend on the brink of death.

did you guys like it? I'll tag part five down below when I write it, which should be tonight. I shouldn't be trusted with my laptop at night bc this shit wild I should probably sleep but even I need to see what happens next. Holy shit send red bull pleaseee <333333

pt. 5 T.B.B.I.B. and I will make a sixth one too just not tonight

[phagodyke]

looking up info on keloid scarring is so helpful. thanks man I didn't think of trying that one

[danielnelsen]

there’s so much i wanna do this week/month/etc but i’m just too sick, i have no energy, i can’t sleep, i’m constantly nauseous and headachey and on the verge of a migraine, i’m stressed and irritable and impatient and panicky…….how tf did i survive nearly 5 years of high school untreated if i can’t even manage this when i don’t have any major obligations rn

[lovecolibri]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

I have been very very salty while clearing out my inbox so I figured it was time to post something NOT salty or ranting. I got a few moments to sit and write before bed so I’m sharing this little unedited snippet I wrote within the last hour from my astronaut!Buck fic Countdowns, where I will be having fun with canon events and manipulating them to suit my needs. Buck whump anyone?

It’s as officers are leading Freddie away and men with “Bomb Squad” on their vests rush by that the dots connect in Buck’s fuzzy brain. There was a bomb and that’s why he was alone. His team didn’t abandon him, they couldn’t get to him. As soon as the thought crosses his mind he hears the frantic voices of Hen and Chim calling for him and he sobs again, overwhelmed with pain, and relief that he’s no longer alone, as he feels Hen’s hand grip his.

“Hey there, Buckaroo, are you still with me?” She croons gently, before turning over her shoulder and shouting for the medic team to hurry up. Buck can’t answer, he’s too busy trying to breath around the pain and tears as her gentle fingers, that remind him so much of his sister, stroke his hair.

“It’s okay, Buck. We’re here now. We’re gonna get you out of there.” Buck does his best to nod and squeeze her fingers in acknowledgement.

“Chim?” she shouts over Buck’s head but if there’s a response he doesn’t hear it. The standby medic team has surrounded him now and he feels the prink of the IV into his hand, but Hen never lets go and never stops murmuring soothing words over him while they work.

He drifts for a second or minutes, he can’t really tell, before he hears Bobby again and feels a familiar grip on his shoulder.

“Hey kid.” Buck lets out another embarrassing whimper.

“I know, I know. We’re working really hard to get you out, we just have to figure out how to move the rover and Freddie-“ Bobby cuts himself off with a sigh filled with so much grief for what transpired this evening. 

“This wasn’t the only bomb he set and the road from the main facility is blocked by debris so getting the equipment out here to move this thing is…” Buck doesn’t need him to finish that sentence, he can guess well enough. Bobby squeezes his shoulder one more time and moves away, and seconds later a few of the medics move away as well.

“Bobby and Chim are trying to get everyone to lift the rover enough to slide you out.” Hen tells him, but Buck doesn’t need to hear all the grunting and cursing either to know it’s not going to work. The rover is too heavy, and there aren’t enough of them. He’s going to die on this asphalt. But at least he’s not alone now.

“Hey, no talking like that, Buckaroo!” Hen says sharply, squeezing his hand even tighter. Some of his thoughts must have spilled out of his mouth along with the blood pooling under his cheek. “No one is dying out here today.” Buck does his best to gurgle out an agreement he doesn’t feel, before closing his eyes, listening to Chim shouting ideas to Bobby though he can’t parse through them.

“Nope!” he feels a less than gentle tap to his cheek and groans in response. “Eyes open, Buck, you know the drill.” He does, and even though he’s tired he tries, for Hen. She’s always been good to him, and is the smartest person he knows. He’s learned that listening to her is always the correct choice,

[daz4i]

you ever met a guy so dumb and talentless he couldn't even cut himself right?

[running-in-the-dark]

I had another idea to fix my fucked up sleep schedule: maybe sleeping on the couch would work. on purpose, I mean. I nap there (accidentally) all the time.

it worked! I managed to fall asleep, and because there's huge windows there, the sun woke me up before noon. I got up and everything!

and then I spent all day in that same spot on the couch, watching YouTube and playing Timberborn. I woke up at 10.. and now it's 6 and I'm obviously still awake. my brain is so awake. I can't stop thinking. it's not even anything bad, I just have so much energy right now.

[orcelito]

There are more trigun fanfics than there were back in April

This is creating a problem for me

[fragilecqpricorn]

what if,,, my tummy hurt,,, and I couldn't sleep

[bloodyarson]

it's ten to two am and i am one more time wide awake and bored to death because my dash is dead :'( i need better sleeping meds that actually work and to follow a bunch of people from europe who will be awake and posting in the middle of the night and it's an emergency