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cata-strophes · 1 year

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tomi

#FIRST TOMMY OF THE YEAR?????#oh wait i actually have another sketch of him #FIRST COLORED TOMMY OF THE YEAR????#tommyinnit #dsmp #dream smp #tommyinit fanart #my art #doodle #it’s 6am i haven’t slept #i have another chomy but it’s not finished and i’m tired so i’m gonma post tomorrow #or. in a few hours.#im going to sleep bc my pen ran out of batter and i can’t use it while it’s charging bc my cable sucks #i would’ve just skipped through the night otherwise #i should sleep anyways bc my brain would not be able to work and i still have to finish my project for college #update my classmates are still not helping even though i’ve told them over and over again what they have to do #at this point i can put in my resume i have illustrated animated coded and designed a whole game myself #a short game but still #i drew this out of desperation

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peachyykira · 2 months

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Dan Nicky your Bobbies

(local woman who’s been online for Too Long cites the deep internet lore that shaped her sense of humor)

#me #fat girl #cute fat girl #something something handful #idk man it’s nearly 6am and I haven’t slept yet because I had too much coffee yesterday rip #happy Tuesday y’all

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grayisblogging · 10 months

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thinking about thomas shelby on this fine night

#(it’s 6am and i haven’t slept bc i was editing him for 7 hours)#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #cillian murphy #icons

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samaspic31 · 2 years

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Somebody take procreate away from me

#probably has been done before but whatever #star wars #sam posts stuff #obi wan #obi wan kenobi #darth maul #maul opress #obimaul #tcw #prequel memes #sw prequels #it’s 6am I haven’t slept and this is hilarious to me idc #anyways Andor tomorrow I can’t wait

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peachcitt · 8 months

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nobody:

me bingereading peachcitt fic: yeah im on PST. peachcitt standard time.

this is so silly to me. i feel like im also on peachcitt standard time. everything runs slower here thanks for spending too much time here🫶

#anon #ask #peach stuff #like what does it mean you’re on peachcitt standard time #i hope it doesn’t mean you’re following my sleep schedules that i always seem to be talking about in my author’s notes #every time i reread a fic it feels like my author’s notes are saying it’s 6am and i haven’t slept. with love do not do that<3

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shoogachi · 5 months

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They’re both so gorgeous

#shoogachitchat #it’s 6am I haven’t slept all #vampire hunter d

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avatarofcats · 7 months

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/kICKS DOWN DOOR FORCEFULLY

I cANNOT BE THE ONLY ONE THINKING ABOUT AN OBEY ME PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN AU???

I was listening to the Davy Jones song and when she sang “ten long years, I’ll wait to go by; my love will never die.” Just imagine leviathan being the captain of the ship ajfisjshxycjd- pirate garb??? HhHhHhH

I can’t get over the idea of Satan being a less weathered version of barbossa ngl

Also also that scene where Davy Jones can’t go onshore yet so they make him walk with seawater buckets??? Thinking about leviathan doing this absolutely SENDS me

I just desperately need the brothers and dateables to be pirates for ONE thing

pleaaaaaaaaaseeeeeeeee someone with less adhd than me commit to this I bEG

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hopelessromanfic · 1 year

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GLADIOLUS

A Willel ficlet

It’s late one night when El comes into Will’s room after a nightmare, it’s routine by now after a few years of living together as siblings. She’s laying in his bed, the warm light from his bedside lamp illuminating the room in a soft glow.

He doesn’t shut it off, he knows it helps her just as it does him.

The room is silent as he waits for her to speak first, if she wants to. He is no stranger to silent nights following nightmares, taking comfort only in the others presence. A sign that they are still here, that they won the war waged against them from the midst of their childhood, despite how it bled into their adolescence.

She runs a trembling finger across her wrist, her breath shakes with each inhale.

“I wish it would wash away.” Her voice shakes too, her words bitter to hear, he’s sure they’re even bitter to the taste.

His eyes land on the two black marks on her wrist, just an inch south of her palm. A cruel reminder of all she’s been through, a sick mark of trauma that has just barely faded with time.

“I hate it.” Her voice is softer now, her eyes drifting from her wrist to meet his. “I hate it, Will.”

He understands. He understands in the same way Jonathan understands, how Max understands, Nancy and Dustin.

Physical marks left on them. His scar on his hip from his possession, Nancy and Jonathan’s scars on their palms from cutting them to lure the Demogorgon, Max’s loss of vision and the slow of her mobility, Dustin’s limp from his leg never healing quite right.

The scars fade over time, sure, but hurt like an open wound at the slightest glance. They serve as a reminder of what was taken from them, stolen from their tiny grips like they ever stood a chance. Cruelty branded, a permanent mark everlasting on their bodies. On their minds.

His eyes drop to her wrist, his hand cupping hers gently as he runs a finger along the dark marks on her pale skin.

“Maybe, when you’re eighteen, you can get it covered up.” He says, looking up to see her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Her head is cocked to the side.

“Covered up? I can do that?” She looks down at her wrist, her eyes a little brighter now. “With more tattoos?”

“Sure, if that’s what you want.” He traces along the numbers again. “Would you?”

She smiles, a gentle yet genuine smile pulling at her cheeks. She nods. “But what would it be?”

“Anything you want.” Will adjusts in the bed, his blanket falling completely into his lap and pooling around his legs. “Something you find meaningful or, if you want, just something you think looks nice. Something you like.”

She thinks for a moment, silence stretching on as she stares at the mark on her skin. Her smile only widens as the seconds tick by. He knows that look, the sparkle in her eye shining iridescent in the low lighting of his bedroom.

“A flower?” El glanced up at him. “I like flowers.”

“Hold on.” He smiles, getting up from the bed and making his way over to his bookshelf. He searches for a moment, producing an old cloth-bound hardcover book, the golden accents shimmering in the dim lighting of his lamp, the title ‘The Language and Poetry Of Flowers’ glittering. “Did you know flowers can have meaning? Like, symbolization of different things.”

“Really?” His sister perks up then, craning her neck to see the book as he flips over the cover and carefully leafed through the pages. His eyes skim through the words as he glances up, nodding with a small smile.

“Really.” He stops at the page he was looking for, grinning a bit to himself. “Mom loved picking flowers from the meadow when she was little. Hawkins gets some pretty diverse kinds of wildflowers, so my grandma got her this book so she could learn what they meant. These ones were always her favorite, but they’re native to South Africa, so she only ever saw them through her book.”

He turns the book towards her, the page showing a mix of pink and red and yellow flowers. She stares in awe.

“Gladiolus?” She breathes, a gentle hand caressing the page.

“It’s Latin for sword,” He leans closer, his finger pointing out the text below the picture. “Some people believe Gladiators from Ancient Rome wore them as protection. But it’s also means strength and courage, to overcome. Just like you always do.”

“I love it.” El sniffs a little, her eyes wetter than they had been before. “It’s perfect, Will.”

He smiles, reaching over to his nightstand and ripping out a page from his sketchbook before marking the page and handing the book to her. “Here, so you have a reference when you decide to get it.”

“Could…” El chews on her lip, her fingers fidgeting with the corners of the book. “Could you draw it for me one day? I want it to be from you, if that’s okay.”

Her words twisted into his chest, squeezing around his heart like a warm hug. His face broke into a smile.

“Of course,” He says, taking the book back from her outstretched hands. “I’d love to.”

She smiles at him, laying back in the bed with an expression of serenity. Her hand fell from her wrist for the first time that night and suddenly, it felt like everything would be okay again.

#willel #willel fic #willel ficlet #will byers #el hopper #el hopper byers #the byers family #byer hopper siblings #byler #<- target audience as well #it’s 6am when im finishing this #i haven’t slept yet but i couldn’t get the idea out of my head #El’s tattoo #idk if Will would ever be a tattoo artist but I do know that he would gladly design tattoos for his friends/fam #fluff #willel fluff #slight angst #if you squint #didn’t proofread bc im too tired :)

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skotiwolves · 2 months

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“why have I been activated?”

so hemlock has this secret little project of conditioned clones called shadows that he just keeps in, what, cryo sleep until they’re useful to him?

#is that what this is #correct me if I’m wrong it’s 6am I haven’t slept #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #bad batch spoilers

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smallestapplin · 1 year

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Me when I realize all the new hybrid combos we can make

#Jes talks #smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞#I’ve been staring #I’ve been thinking #large ancient men my beloveds #it’s currently 6am #and I haven’t slept #pokemon smut #shit posting #besties listen #pokemon sv

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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psa.

so in light of last night - i had posted this fic which may seem similar to an isagi fic by @/yoichiris. similar headcanons were written which i had done without noticing. though it was not my intention to make it so, hurt or harm them, i do acknowledge the similarities and apologise!! although ive edited it, if you noticed please don’t send any hate or negativity towards them !! things like this happen but it’s always important to be kind and support one another. they also write for bllk so do check them out !!

thank you for understanding <3

#tw: discourse #we managed to sort things out so it’s all good!!#!!! be nice be kind #it’s also like 6am and i haven’t slept so sorry if this doesn’t make any sense

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sunglassesmish · 11 months

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every wednesday it is a proper struggle not to be posting about misha/harvey all day long and on every single post. but now that we had 2 harvey’s in the last episode and all these misha things from ukraine. well. i am struggling in the best way

#i need to sleep #i haven’t slept since my hour long nap at 11pm #and now it’s 4pm #i also need to eat but i have eaten quite a bit. just at 6am

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boxtea · 3 months

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I’m too autistic to understand drama please someone send help

#I haven’t slept yet it’s 6am

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jmothh · 1 year

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Never getting over the scene where Erzberger is discussing their next course of action with the other German politicians and generals, when one of them points out that with the coming winter and threat of Bolshevism, the soldiers are better off dying with honour on the battlefield than from starvation on the journey back.

Immediately, without even a moments hesitation, Erzberger cuts down that thought, slices through it like butter with a hot knife, because his son is 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥. He is below the ground, buried face down in a field hundreds of miles away from his family, left rotting in a sap trench, or maybe even burnt inside a nameless coffin, pallid and lifeless, his ashes floating in the wind only leaving behind a putrid scent.

His son is dead, and there is no honour in that. There is no comfort, no reprieve, no solace. Just a boy who died, nameless, and alone, out of thousands of others who have, or maybe will, suffer the same fate.

And so they sit, Erzberger's words hanging in the air - a tension so palpable you could reach out and 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, settling between them.

They are reminded of the physical consequence of war. Men who sit in their comfortable chairs, eating meals made in courses instead of rationed in quick bites between battles, they are met with the tangible evidence of loss, and it is discomforting.

Erzberger sits, his point made, and the group less open about their reluctance to the armistice than they were in the beginning. Erzberger sits, but his son will never get the chance to again.

#the entire sequence just KILLED me #can you tell I'm insane over this movie?#It's 6am and I haven’t slept dear god #long post (for me at least)#all quiet on the western front #aqotwf #im westen nichts neues

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auntiefragile · 4 months

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why must the tumblr mobile theme customizer be so limiting yet the options are limitless… why must i feel the need to redo my blog all the time… am i not made to be content with it? is it like changing clothes or trying out a new perfume? oh the burden of choice!

#Random lament sorry it’s 6am and I haven’t slept #I am satisfied with my red velvet + iconic mitski tweet combo #for now

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justkennadi · 10 months

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i’m so happy my nerd!armin thing is doing well (idk the difference between hcs and imagines👎🏾💔) cause we definitely need more of that content‼️🙄 i’m fr abt to take over the whole tag cause i got sm ideas…

#it’s literally 6am rn and i haven’t slept #nerd alert #nerd armin #new creator #i need to sleep #aot headcanons #aot

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