#wake up at ten

[usmsgutterson]

becoming nocturnal has progressed to a whole entire different stage. 

I went from NEEDING eight hours of sleep in one go to being able to manage running on four. I went to bed at nine this morning and I woke up at half past one. What the hell is this. 

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

got a worm nibbling my brain. can someone help me find a piece of obscure media?

webcomic/indie comic from the 2010s. basically a sci-fi short story about a young girl (with red hair?) who was being raised by scientists as part of an experiment. she receives a haircut/has her head shaved, in preparation for her annual brain scan/testing. it is revealed that while her body is human, her "brain" is artificial, made of computer implants throughout her skull and spine. at some point her biological mother (also a scientist on the same campus?) encounters her and is repulsed, viewing her as a machine who has murdered her daughter.

it was very poignant and it bruised my heart and i can NOT find it anywhere

[livwritesstuff]

Today was a bittersweet day – the last day of the three-month parental leave Steve had taken when their daughter Robbie was born before he headed back to his counseling job.

Eddie knows that Steve is feeling torn a few different ways about going back to work.

On the one hand, Steve loves his job, and he’d worked his ass off earning his doctorate so he could be a trauma therapist just like he’d planned. Kids had also been a part of his plan, obviously, but as more of an in addition to type of way, rather than instead of when it came to his career. Eddie knows this, and he knows that Steve is excited to go back, to reconnect with his patients after three months apart.

Eddie also knows that their kids are everything to Steve in a way his job will never be (duh), and Eddie had seen the way Steve refused to ignore the gravity of today – the last day he doesn’t have to share his time with anything other than their daughters.

Steve had been emotional about going back to work in a similar way the first time around with Moe, and he’d called home about eight or nine times during his first day back in the office, asking how things were going and if he’d missed anything. Now, Moe is two-and-a-half (and some change, if they’re being technical), and Robbie just hit the three-month mark a few days ago. This time, Steve had done his best to split his time between their two daughters, and it’s not all that different from their normal day-to-day, honestly, just…something heavier in the air, maybe.

Now, Moe’s all fresh and clean from her bath, her bangs slicked back with the rest of her damp hair (Steve had put on a whole show of planting kisses all over her forehead and saying, “is this where you’ve been hiding your brilliant brain from us?” which always sends Moe into giggling hysterics), and Steve’s got her all bundled up in a big fluffy towel, snuggling her close with one arm as he balances Robbie on his chest with the other, all of them piled into a rocking chair while Eddie sits stretched out on Robbie’s rug.

“I’m probably not gonna be home when you wake up tomorrow morning,” Steve tells Moe, and it’s not the first time he’s brought up this particular subject today, but, y’know…toddlers. Really gotta nail in the point sometimes with toddlers, “‘Cause I’m going back to work, so I have to leave early to drive into Boston.”

“Why do you hafta drive to Boston?” Moe asked.

“Because that’s where my office is. Remember a few weeks ago when we visited my office?”

“Yeah and they met Robbie.”

“That’s right,” Steve nodded, “Everyone I work with met Robbie. I got to take a break from work when Robbie was born, and now it’s time for me to go back.”

Moe’s eyebrows are furrowed.

“But…I don’t want you to go.”

“I know, bug,” he tells her, “I miss you and Robbie and Daddy like crazy when I’m not home with you.”

“So why don’t you take more break?”

“I sorta took all the break I’m allowed to, sweet pea. It’s time for me to go back to work.”

Eddie looks at Moe, sees the cogs turning in her little brain as she tries to figure out a way to convince her dad to stay home with her.

“But what if you just don’t work anymore?”

It’s a good question, Eddie knows, and she’s not the only one asking it.

Not too long after Robbie’s arrival, when Max and El had come to visit and meet the new baby, Max had privately asked Eddie if he thought Steve might throw in the towel on the whole career thing this time around. Again, it’s a fair question for anybody who really knows Steve, anybody who sees how much he loves their kids and how much he loves being a dad, even if Eddie knows the answer is no. Still, it’s a close no.

Steve hums sympathetically, “Maybe someday, but I like my job. I get to help people, and I worked hard in school to be able to do that. Someday you might decide you want to have a job where you do more school and get special degrees.”

“Like what kinds of jobs?”

“Like a doctor or a lawyer, or maybe you want to work in a lab and do research on something. It’s a big world, Moe, and you can do whatever you set your mind to."

"I want to be an astronaut," Moe tells them.

"Well, there you go."

"Or I wanna be a cookie."

"Oh-" Steve's eyebrows furrow as Eddie starts to laugh. "Alright..."

"That's my girl," Eddie says, "Astronaut or pastry. I like it."

[assiraphales]

zoro’s use of naps should be studied bc he really goes “I need to factory reset” and shuts down. too many stab wounds? nap it off. doesn’t want to do chores? I’m so sorry but I’m ty ty. has no social battery? goodnight. i actually don’t want to hear your story….. yikes…… maybe I’ll just close my eyes. but at the same time he’s such a little menace actively pretending to sleep so he can eavesdrop. convincing an enemy he’s out for the count. not weaponized incompetence but weaponized sleepy time

[sergle]

remembering waking up post-op after my breast reduction is SO FUNNY because it's such a wild thing to have a Fond Memory of. but I distinctly remember croaking "hell yessss" to my surgeon after he told me I was done and everything went great.

[rebouks]

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[laughter] Aster: Nice catch, loser! Penelope: Maybe if he cut his hair he’d see the ball coming. Coach: Pay attention, Finch-.. and start moving! Levi: Sorry. … [coughing] Coach: [sighs] Take him to the nurse. Madison: God, he plays one game and almost dies. Harry: Lol-.. maybe he’s got gingeritis. Penelope: Isn’t that when your teeth go all manky and fall out? Levi: That’s gingivitis, idiot-.. and it’s your gums, not your teeth. … [bell ringing] Levi: Where’s Robin? Jacob: His mom picked him up. Levi: Is he okay? Jacob: Dunno.

[im-still-watching-anime]

war arc is insane for kakashi he goes through so many stages like

gai and i will survive together <3 -> gai and i will survive because of my son wtf when did he even LEARN this -> umm i think my presumed dead childhood teammate has a right to kill me so maybe i’ll die -> wait nvm i gotta beat his ass before he kills my son -> okay gai’s dying so i’m DEFINITELY going to die during this war fuck this -> man my childhood teammate is dying for real now too -> wait shit gotta save my kids lives -> gai is okay but still my kids > my life -> childhood bff gave his life to save me noo -> oh god his dying wish was for me to be hokage god i wish i died -> wait my kids reunited nvm i needed to live to see this moment i’m so blessed🙌🙏

[t00thpasteface]

actual exchange while "trapper" and i were in our dorm last night. yes she did leap up into the air like that. our brief R&R solved nothing and we're already going right back off the deep end

[bookwormbynight]

If he ever got the chance, the Joker would absolutely lick blood out of Batman's mouth, no hesitation. And then he would make a really poor joke about bats and reverse-vampires.

Mr Joker, could you please fuck off. Batman is internally bleeding.

[maximura]

I just saw the video of Seunghan walking past the rows and rows of funeral wreaths sent for him in front of the SM building. I hope every single person responsible for that is haunted by it for the rest of their lives and considers seeking therapy. Did they forget two SM idols committed suicide. This is so cruel and I hate that this is the state of KPOP in 2024. And over a fucking cigarette? And dating? I'll never get over this whole situation.

[yurimic]

still absolutely insane to me how old mha is because i was thirteen years old making erasermic playlists at recess and doodling them in the corners of my math tests and now i’m in medical school but i’m still listening to that same playlist on soundcloud while making diagrams for my pathology notes. time flies but being micpilled is #forever

[kibutsulove]

bringing back some art from my old acc w/ some modifications,,

[rapidhighway]

im gonna take melatonin tonight i cannot be sleeping like this anymore -.-'

[ilkkawhat]

[ficandkaboodle]

He’d been humming it since he’d woken up this morning — since you’d woken up this morning. Not that you minded: Terzo’s voice was always the sweetest pleasure to hear, especially when left to his own devices.

In the privacy of his quarters, the crooner was free to sing whatever however, and the freedom to do even that alone seemed to breathe a different sort of life into the miniature performances. One that greatly differed from those he’d performed during his frontman tenure.

You smiled warmly as you leaned against the threshold, watching him prep the espresso machine for a morning brew. Of course, he was humming that same little tune, adding a little flourish. It sounded familiar, though you personally struggled to put your finger on it.

It was probably a Christmas jingle — even the Ministry wasn’t safe from the holiday invasion. You’d been more than surprised to learn that, even from a more secular standpoint, there were a shocking lot decent number of Clergyman, Siblings, ghouls, and so on who enjoyed at least one or another aspect of the season.

Terzo, apparently, was one of them. Though he mostly delighted in how excited children got about toys and snow. But as you watched and listened, it was apparent that he also seemed to enjoy the musical aspect at least in some degree. After all, most people by now would’ve capped off every rounding of their humming with a frustrated groan, praying for Santa or Satan to rip the earworm out of them as a Christmas gift.

But as you watched Terzo’s messy bed hair flutter with every beat-timed head bop, it was clear he quite enjoyed whatever was roosting inside of his noggin.

“…s are goinhmm…” Hm? Oh, there were lyrics, you realized! Made sense. You were only surprised that it had taken the singer this long to actually incorporate them. Well, you thought as you leaned in just a bit more. At least now you could possibly figure out what little ditty had bewitched your boyfriend.

“People throwing parties, ugly sweaters everywhere,” Terzo warbled as he grabbed two espresso cups from the cabinet.

“Stockings hung up by the chimney with care. It could only mean one thing—“

He held out the final syllable with melodious ornamentation before pausing. You watched him place a cup down and use his free hand to gesture, conducting an orchestral arrangement you wished you could hear. Until finally his hand paused dramatically, fingers spread as if in presenting something truly astounding.

“🎶McRib is here!🎶”

Your smile tensed and your eyes staring blankly. Meanwhile, Terzo looked mighty proud of himself for putting on such a rousing rendition of a fast food ad. He capped off the performance with McDonald’s usual jingle, proclaiming he was “lovin’ it.”

He turned, tiny cups of espresso for both you and himself in hand.

“Oh! Buongiorno, tesoro mio!” he greeted. He made sure to hand you your cup and saucer before pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Drink up! Omega’s driving us into the town to look at the Main Street decorations!”

Hm. Into the town.

Where they had a McDonald’s. Interesting. No wonder he got up early for once.

[cubtales]

CUBBIE MORNIEEE ! ! ദ്ദി＞ᴗ＜)🎀✧ ilu all ! happy friday ! ! may this weekend treat you all lovingly !