#so enjoy my sleep deprivation

[sheikfangirl]

Gloom nightmares...

Link is totally sleep-deprived on his Tears of the Kingdom quest.

He NEVER rests. But despite all his efforts, it is inevitable: Link collapses and sleep wins over him... and when that happens, Link has the most vile and repulsive nightmares!! Puppet Zelda and her cruelty is always there, ready to mock and torture him.

PS. Nintendo could've gone waaaaaaaay worse with Puppet Zelda if you ask me

PS 2 If you are wondering, yeah, this is a shameless homage to that iconic Evil Dead 2 scene. Groovy! 😊

[starwarsanthropology]

FOX/FIVES

That'd certainly be one way of fixing it!!!

Oh I had so much fun with this as a lighting study.... thank you so much for the request!

[cannibalhellhound]

Lmao @lannisterdaddyissues I woke up and this was done

[whenifeellikeitpossums]

[fuupan]

kid law and luffy shenanigans

+them sleeping

[charalovetemmie]

The First Piece (Fanfic)

One day you decided to give Astarion a drawing of himself, made by you, unfortunately the situation got a little out of hand.

Intention

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You already knew, even before you really knew it. There was something about him that drew you in so strongly, of course you couldn't resist the delight of stealing glances at him or engaging in superficial conversations with sarcastic undertones that you enjoyed so much about him.

Astarion always had a response that satisfied you or was good enough to please you. That's why you felt uncontrollable ecstasy when he proposed spending a night of pleasure by his side; you felt like you had achieved a great feat and could show him your skills as a one-night lover, or if things went well enough, it could become 'nights.'

You didn't anticipate was that things aren't as simple as you'd like. You knew that Astarion, in broad strokes, had a turbulent past, which, as much as it piqued your curiosity, you didn't want to delve into too deeply. You already had enough problems on your plate, now as the self-appointed "leader" of a group of people as different as water and oil, who under ordinary circumstances would never be gathered in one place;adding to this your own internal struggles about the decisions you should involve yourself in or simply overlook. Your night of pleasure and triumph was like a small reward to bear the burdens before you and those to come, like a cheeky and naughty little memory in the nights of cold darkness.

But this was not the case. You got involved more than you should have, perhaps more than Astarion even wanted. You felt that for that night of vulnerability, you had gotten closer to him than was really the case. The more you got to know him, the more you descended into an abyss, where every little disclosure about his life before the mind flayers incident was much more overwhelming and oppressive than the previous experience.

Astarion was not just a vampire spawn; he was a tortured slave in a thousand ways until he became so twisted to be enough to bare the suffering and survive. So, that malice that was initially captivating turned into cries for help, the sarcastic and fitting comments turned into mere empty gestures. Everyone in the group had a place to return to or perhaps refused to return to. But Astarion had nothing; he only had you, And with a bit of luck and maybe the hope that you would be to his liking, so that perhaps out of mere caprice you would help him not to become a prisoner of his master again, and count on your protection.

Your breaking point came the day he asked you almost longingly, "What is it exactly that you see?" He just wanted to see his face, something so mundane and routine had become an unattainable luxury for someone of his lineage. He didn't even remember the color of his former eyes. After that conversation, which might have seemed superficial, you knew that he had lost more than all those gathered there. He had lost something so special, so inherent to his being... he had lost his own individuality.

That night you cried bitterly, and you knew that with the taste of your salty tears, you had fallen in love with an unfortunate man who had nothing in this world, not even his body belonged to him after what Raphael confirmed, you know that you had a streak of bad luck in love and usually your suitors were very  haughty, but in this case, perhaps, just perhaps, this time, it was worth falling in love with a person like this, but you were really wrong about one thing, loving a person was never a waste, and in Astarion's case, you felt good about loving someone who hadn't been loved for a long time. Not even a few words of affection, even though it would be highly unlikely that he would feel the same way you did, you knew that you would move his world by knowing that there is at least one person who genuinely cares about his well-being and that was worth it. 

But even with all the love you have you couldn't in this moment give back what was taken from him. Not for the time being, and even that wouldn't make up for centuries of pain and agony.

But even so you wanted him to have something of his own, something intimate that couldn't be bought with the greatest of riches, the materializing of love, specifically the gaze of someone who deeply loves another. So, with the few materials given the circumstances and with some vague artistic conceptions, you decided to make him a portrait that captured his essence entirely. You couldn't be someone else to snatch away what little he had. But perhaps you could be the first person in centuries to give him something.

With that intention in mind, you began your little project.

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I wanted to contribute my bit on Tumblr too :). If you're interested in reading this, you can do so on Ao3.

[theirloveisgross]

🌈🌈🌈

posted by club halifax, the australian openers of sydney's show on february 2, 2024.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Reincarnation AU

Poor Mom of Triplets Rodimus so Exhausted. Luckly the Lost Lighters have heard the phrase "It takes a vilage to raise a child." Suprisingly Whirl is up there in compatition for most beloved uncle with Drift. Seriously who knew the Psychocopter was really good with bitties.

It's probably a good thing since Roddy wasn't the only one to fall to the Reincarnation shenanigans. He was merely the first. When Drift, Ratchet and Megatron all fall pregnant the call back to Cybetrton reveals Optimus, Starscream, and Prowl are all greatly gravid.

[Meanwhile somewhere off stage Tarn is feeling Things™️. He kept his array pure for Lord Megatron The Cause. And somehow he is experiencing the mechpreg.]

He's having such a hard time lmao. Even tho the crew adores the bitties and are always happy to help out their captain, they're still very young and can't really be away from their carrier for too long. Offers to babysit last perhaps a megacycle, tops, before the bitties get squirmy and cranky and their tiny sparks begin reaching for their maternal bond, and Rodimus has to hurry back to them

Funny enough, he actually gets the most rest when he's not by himself: though he trusts Drift and Ratchet completely with the triplets, and go an extent Ultra Magnus as well, Roddy struggles to actually relax when he's alone in his habsuite or office and his kiddos are elsewhere. It's like a reflex he can't control: whenever his sparklings are out of sight it's like a switch just flips in his mind. His thoughts swirl around them, always insistently pulled away from whatever he's supposed to be doing. Wondering if they're alright, if they're hungry, or if Pinky is getting anxious without him like he tends to, or if Maroon was still trying to choke himself by sucking on his own fingers. What if they miss him, what if they're too much for their sitters to handle, what if they think he's abandoned them, what if they trip and fall and hurt themselves and he's not there to make sure they're ok?! What if something terrible happens, like what if they fall down the stairs and break their cranial casing? What if there's another psychotic sociopath hiding aboard somewhere that takes his sparklings hostage when he's not there to protect them?! What if they get attacked by space pirates?! What if they DIE?! Of they die it'll he all his fault and he's the worst mom ever and-

On and on it goes. Whenever the exhausted carrier tries to nap by himself, his thoughts just spiral and throw him headfirst into a fit of anxiety. Rodimus has some of the worst imposter syndrome we've ever seen, and i think that would carry over to how he sees himself as a parent: he has no idea what he's doing and he loves these sparklings more than life itself; the only thing he wants, more than anything, is to do right by them. To give them the life they deserve, to be the mother they deserve. He's scared to death about raising them, honestly, so afraid to make a mistake and ruin their lives. He'd never forgive himself if he let them be hurt or, worse, if he hurt them. Having them out of sight exacerbates his anxieties, because he can't possibly know exactly what they're getting up to.

And because of all that, exhausted mama Rodimus gets his best sleep either on his berth with the three ragamuffins puppy piled on top of him, or in common areas when someone else can keep the kiddos occupied and he can keep an eye on them. Knowing they're safe and right in front of him but also knowing that he's not the only pair of adult hands available, the combination let's his body finally relax and he is out. Either helm down on the table or crashing onto the nearest shoulder, Rodimus drops into such a deep recharge so fast the first few times it happened the crew worried he had actually fainted. And when I say out I mean out, face completely limp in exhaustion, mouth open, and snoring. Everyone in the vicinity is happy to let him recharge, Primus knows he needs it. Drift makes sure to get him a blanket, and it's not long before the triplets are lured in by the warm softness and their mother's form, getting all comfy in the little blankie nest at his side 🤭

Sorry, that Rodimus part went on waaay longer than I expected it to, I just love him sm ok 🥺

BUT HOO BOY THE NEXT ONE

Ratchet and Drift and Megatron all at roughly the same time? Damn. I feel like idw Megatron would be quietly horrified because, in his (probably correct honestly I love him but I shouldnt lie) opinion, he is not fit to be a carrier. Ratchet is crabby with Drift when he finds out, grumbling about outdated contraceptives and overly affectionate conjunx, until he's able to actually do a paternity test at Rodimus's prompting. His babies don't have a sire, so maybe...?

Ratchet is surprised and suspicious when the same turns up for him. Once is a random occurrence, twice is a coincidence, thrice makes a pattern. For the three of them to all turn up carrying at roughly the same time was already very unlikely, but for two out of the four pregnancies onboard to be asexually conceived... the chances of that happening randomly is astronomically small. He pulls Drift in for the same test, and wouldn't you know it? No sire. Same story with Megatron. When they get in contact with Cybertron, he finds they're all thankfully on the same page. Starscream had pegged it as incredibly statistically unlikely, though he hadn't had paternity tests performed to determine the lack of a sire. It's almost surreal, once said tests are done, hearing that every single one of them is expecting what is, essentially, a naturally occurring little clone of themselves.

Final closing thoughts because I've rambled enough: I'm still incredibly amused by the idea Tarn in labor, high as a kite from the epidural, tell Nickel, "Nooo don't touch my seal, that's for Lord Megatron" 😂 poor Tarn man, saved himself for all these years, only to get slapped with virgin mary syndrome and BOOM, magic baby. He gets all the pains of childbirth without even experiencing the act of conceiving the baby in the first place. Press F

[dramas-vs-novels]

Just want to kind of repeat here a conversation I'm having with a friend::

I know a lot of people are drawn to tumblr because they saw a screenshot of a hot take on some reddit board or floating around wherever.

But tumblr is meant to be a fun space. You're meant to enjoy things and share your enjoyment with like-minded people. You'll find people who aren't like-minded, you don't agree with their takes or don't like them.

So keep scrolling. Block them if you want.

Tumblr isn't make-it-or-break-it. It isn't the end-all-be-all of the internet. You don't need to write dissertations on posts you don't agree with and fight with one another over takes.

You can enjoy things for what they are, or how they speak to you, or how you read into them. You can dislike things without taking out a full-page advertisement while you and someone else are both in your trenches trying to "win".

It's alright to just like things. And it's alright to let someone like things the way they want.

Have fun, enjoy, and if you want to take things seriously, give others the grace and courtesy to take things seriously in their way too. "Block" anything or anyone who throws off your groove, and just keep enjoying what you enjoy how you enjoy it.

But don't try to force others to see it the way you do, enjoy it the way you do, and interpret it the way you do.

[courtillyy]

moodboard: jawsh (sdmp s1)

[seagull-scribbles]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH FROM HELL!

Sometimes there is no bigger torment then being reminded that your family will never be the loving and supportive idealism you experience in your dreams 💕

[b1mbodoll]

i Hate being sick

[syn0vial]

neil newbon also mentioned that, besides the feral cat that visits his house, another inspiration for astarion's physicality was the harlequin mask from commedia dell'arte, which i find very funny given astarion's canonical feelings about clowns

[capricioussuns]

Live in an area being affected by the cold snap right now and I would like to ask if anyone who also has circulation problems has any tips for how to...idk, circulate(?) better??

The past two days I get these strong chills at night, even when I don't actually feel that cold, and they make me shiver enough to feel sick so it's making it incredibly hard for me to do anything productive. Also been getting chilblains on my feet a ton too which is not great!

[mawu-yama]

levyfox

[gatzbright]

tell me our story

dnf fic, 2k, one shot, rated m [established relationship, fluff, talk of the future and children]

George closes the door softly and leans back against the soundproof padding. Upbeat tones fill the air, resembling the beat he’d felt earlier, and Dream’s recorded voice follows. It’s twenty-thirty-six, I’ll probably have some kids, I’ll teach them not to do the same stupid shit I did … George stops breathing.

[Or, George hears Dream's new lyrics and it starts a conversation they were both longing for.]