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Sleepy cute kitty 😍🐱
#baby animals#cat#catblr#cats#cats of tumblr#caturday#cute kitty#funny pets#kitten#kitty#sleepless#sleepover#sleepy cat#sleepy kitty#sleepy#kitties#kittens
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/ Francisco Fonseca, Sleepless Nights
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Sleepless Kickstarter!
Artist Leila del Duca says:
"Sleepless: The Complete Collection will be a special limited run hardcover of our completed 11-issue series, binding the entire story into a single 336-page volume that would look right at home in an ancient library, and will be available exclusively to our amazing Kickstarter backers.
Sleepless is a comic we are still passionate about and incredibly proud of. After 11 issues running between 2017 and 2018, and two trade paperbacks, we’re so lucky we got to see the story completed and are eternally grateful to Image Comics for originally publishing it.
We always wanted a printing where you could read Sleepless in one complete volume. Now that publishing rights are in our hands, this campaign hopes to do just that.
We hope you join us in seeing this dream come true!"
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txf + text posts (6/?)
#txf#txf gifset#txfedit#txf edit#txf + text posts#liwl makes a gif#detour#requiem#fight the future#sleepless#little green men#the unnatural#end game#musings of cigarette smoking man#txf s2#txf s4#txf s6#txf s7
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It's that time of term again, where I am sleep deprived and caffeine addicted.
#academia#classic academia#romantic academia#acadmia#books#aesthetic#books & libraries#university#studying#aestethic#dark acadamia aesthetic#dark academic#dark academia aesthetic#sleepless#i need sleep#sleep deprivation#sleep deprived af#coffeine#coffee mugs
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The earsplitting silence of the sleepless night.
Drawn in July 2023.
#pro severus snape#severus#severus snape#snape community#severus snape fanart#snape fandom#harry potter fanart#snape fanfiction#snape fanart#snart#night#sleepless
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🌙 Sleepless
Model: @chocolate-eye-candy
Audio: Speechless by Beyoncé
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Sleeping adorable kitty 😍🐱
#baby animals#catblr#cats#cats of tumblr#caturday#cute kitty#funny pets#kitten#kitty#sleepy#sleepless#sleeping#sleepy cat#sleepy kitty#cat lovers#cute cat#cute cats#catstagram#catsofinstaworld#catsofinstagram#cat#kitties#kittens#kitteh
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Finished the “Sleepless” fanart.
I’m so excited there’s a hardcover edition on kickstarter for this beautiful comic!
Art by me, characters by Sarah Vaughn and Leila del Duca.
#sleepless comic#sleepless#image comics#watercolour#watercolor art#watercolor#knight#princess#fantasy#donkringelsfanart#donkringelsart
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Sleepless 3AM’s
The Bad Batch/Reader. Headcanons. | writing-positivelyexisting🫧
Hunter
How it happens is usually a bad dream or something on the Marauder creaked a little too loud and stirred your slumber. It’s not often but it happens.
Being in the same bunk with Hunter meant no easy escape. One or both of his arms holding you close to him. That didn’t stop you from trying, though.
Hunter feels you moving his arms off, trying to sneak out of bed as quietly as possible so you didn’t wake him up. Sometimes he’d stay behind for a few minutes to humor you, but he would wake with you regularly.
He would follow you to the cockpit, his blanket over his shoulder, and wait for you pick a spot. (Usually on the floor, but sometimes you would ask to sit across his lap in one of the chairs). Then, Hunter would place himself next to you and wrap the blanket around both of you.
He never questioned this tiny habit and you were grateful. You couldn’t offer up a reason. It was just something that happens and this is how you would deal with it. Hunter didn’t mind. He just wants to be sure you’re alright.
If it was a particular bad night, a nightmare, you would lean against him and talk. He always listened, taking your hand to touch and draw shapes in your palm or to gently massage each finger. Maybe a kiss to your temple every once in awhile.
“I don’t want to lose any of you… I wish this timeline was different. We could have already been married.”
“One day, cyar’ika. One day.”
Your talking would eventually turn into soft mumbles as your eyes became heavy with sleep again and Hunter makes sure not to move you back to his bunk until 15 minutes passed (just in case you woke up)
Tech
This man hardly gets sleep as it is but always advocates for the others to get valuable rest. So you usually curl up in his bunk, happy with just his scent to put you to sleep.
Whenever you do wake up, or just couldn’t sleep, you’d make your way to find the genius. He was always either working on his data pad or something on the Marauder.
Once Tech noticed your presence it’s always, “Ah, I did it again. I’m sorry.” Or, “My riduur, what’s keeping you up?”
If he knows he should sleep, he’ll walk you back to his bunk and hold you close to him. Most nights like this, listening to his breathing and heartbeat while his fingers brush through your hair knocks you right out.
When it takes a little more effort, Tech speaks softly on the latest upgrade he’s done to the ship knowing that you love his voice and do your best to stay awake and listen. (It tuckers you out more to fight the sleep like this and he knows it, using it to his advantage).
If something has kept you up, he offers you a place by his side to watch, listen, and/or help if you’re feeling up to it. When too much time has passed for you to still be out of bed, he forces himself and you to get a little shut eye.
“I’m not tired.”
“Your health is my upmost personal priority, riduur. Come; sleep.”
He takes your hand in his and leads you back to his bunk where both of you promptly fall asleep, just so unaware of the fatigue your bodies were holding.
Wrecker
To be fair, it’s hard to wake up when you’re with Wrecker. He’s like a heated weighted blanket. With arms and legs and a face. That gives you kisses and loves you. It’s hard not to be comfy with him, okay?
Yet, some nights are just too stubborn. Most nights it’s just nerves. You slide up to sit in his bunk with your knees tucked under your chin, your eyes watching this gentle hunk of a guy sleep.
Watching his rhythmic breathing kept your mind-fuzz to a minimum.
When Wrecker’s sleepy hand touched the empty space you reach out to grab it. Sometimes he doesn’t wake up right away, but as you touch and rub his hand to keep busy Wrecker wakes.
“Cyare? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I can’t sleep.”
He sits up with you, touching your face with a soft hand and asks you what you wanted: water, caf, snacks, Lula, Crosshair’s super soft blanket that was left behind but he would shoot someone point blank if they used it?
The blanket bit always earned him a quiet giggle. “Water and a holomovie. And Lula. Please.”
Wrecker takes care of everything, stopping you trying to help with a deep kiss to your lips, slowly pushing you down on his bunk.
And when you wake up with tears in your eyes trying to keep yourself quiet (for him and your captain), Wrecker is wide awake.
“Oh no, mesh’la, what happened?”
You tearful face triggers his own water works but he keeps it controlled, pulling you in front of him to rock you side to side in a lulling way.
“Everything’s going to be okay. I’ve got you… I’ve got you,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head.
Eventually your crying subsides and you do end up falling asleep in the intimate hug. Wrecker doesn’t give two shits that he can’t move to sleep next to you, keeping the rocking steady until he falls asleep, too.
Echo
Despite being an ex ARC trooper, you’re able to slip out of his bunk pretty easily.
When these kinds of nights happen, you usually make yourself a cup of caf and head to the cockpit to stare up into the sky.
Echo wakes up when he turns a little too much and thinks he’s accidentally hit you with his scomp link. When he finds you missing, his lips pull into a half frown half smile.
He knows exactly where you are and leaves to find you in the same spot, over and over again. You’re consistent and he likes it.
You offer him up a small sheepish smile when he stands next you every time. “Found me.”
“Found you.”
The two of you stand together, looking at the stars and finding the moment serendipitous. There’s no blaster fire. No alarms blaring. No shouts, screams, cries, or yells. Nothing is at risk. This moment is untouched, unscathed, uninterrupted.
It’s peace.
After a while, Echo takes your caf whether you’ve finished it or not and sets it on a safe spot on the control panel to take your hand for a tiny dance.
It’s silent in the Marauder so you two keep your footsteps feather light.
Echo spins you and waltzes in a small circle, smiling at you as the star and moon light showers you in its beauty. His mind pictures a better scene, one where you and him aren’t on Ord Mantel but somewhere elegant and far from war, dressed to impress with serene music playing for you.
When he pulls you back into him and slows the dance to a side step, Echo leans in to kiss you which you reciprocate every time. This kiss was a promise. That one day everything will be better.
Crosshair
Being sleepless in his bed was a circus trick. You couldn’t stop tossing and turning, willing sleep to take you but it just didn’t.
“Stop. Moving.”
You freeze and take a breath. “I’m sorry.” Slowly, you decide that you would sit up. You weren’t going to win this fight to rest.
You look at Crosshair who’s laying on his side, facing away from you, seemingly asleep. You reach to touch his back, gently so you didn’t irritate him, and traced the muscle definitions.
He never seemed to mind this soft act of affection. Just the constant movement when he was trying to sleep, which was understandable.
When your mind blanks out and your touch stilled, Crosshair turns around to look at you. The rustle gains your attention and you mutter another apology.
“Quit it.” He reached out to you and pulls you back down, having you lay on his chest.
“Quit what?”
“Apologizing.” His other hand touches your cheek, sliding over your ear into your hair. “You’re not the only one who can’t sleep.”
It makes you smile. His tone can be sour but he usually cares in reality. Your arms find themselves comfortable hugging him, giving him a quick loving squeeze.
When the nights are terrible and aren’t so easy to soothe, Crosshair always finds the reddest part of his heart again. His voice is just above a whisper, his body providing warmth, his arms acting as shields.
He’s got you.
“I’m so scared, Crosshair… that you’re going to disappear…”
“Cyare.” He pauses. “I love you too much to just die. I will live for you and your love.”
*riduur - wife/husband/spouse
Everyone has had these thoughts right??? These have been keeping me up most nights just to get an idea for what each of them would do (call it method writing haha). Also, Happy Valentine’s Day! ❤️
tag list: @dangraccoon (I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be included in headcanons, so I tagged you anyway. I hope that’s fine!)
#the bad batch#clone force 99#tbb echo#tbb hunter#tbb tech#tbb wrecker#fluff#star wars#tbb crosshair#tbb omega#sleepless#headcanon#bad batch headcanons#the bad batch x reader#tbb hunter x reader#tbb tech x reader#tbb wrecker x reader#tbb crosshair x reader#tbb echo x reader
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Earthy sleeping space.
#dark aesthetic#dark energy#witch aesthetics#witchcraft#witchy#dark academia#dark academia moodboard#nature aesthetic#witch#witchblr#sleepless#witchy bedroom#divan beds
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Vertiginous
Brain burns
Mind melts
Smoke spilling from ears
Thinking and thinking and
I don't think I can think anymore
Eyes hurt with seeing too much
Yet somehow still missing a vital sign
Vial of poison shell game sleight of hand
Going down in the middle of the night
The blues are back in town
Bearing hallucinations and grim news
Angel on my shoulder and devil
In the details duking it out
While another bout is battled
Logic and emotion vie for victory
Though I thought my skin had calloused
An optical illusion, still paper thin
Desensitizing doesn't make sense
When the walls seem to be closing in
How a restless wrecked head can spin
Wide awake at 3 am again yet too tired
To cry and please please please
I can't go on like this
Something somewhere
Just has to give
Prompts: myself imploring; it finds a way to; the deeper darker
#smittenbypoetry#abstractcommunity#twcpoetry#poetryportal#original poetry#prompt writing#spilled thoughts#spilled ink#3 am thoughts#sleepless#mental illness#winter blues#dark poetry#depression#anxiety#poetry#mental health#poets on tumblr#writerscommunity#autumnsunshine10
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There are times when you just have to miss a night's sleep. But Ankh-Morpork never slept; the city never did more than doze, and would wake up around three a.m. for a glass of water.
You could buy anything in the middle of the night. Timber? No problem. Moist wondered whether there were vampire carpenters, quietly making vampire chairs. Canvas? There was bound to be someone in a city who'd wake up in the wee small hours for a wee and think, What I could really do with right now is one thousand square yards of medium-grade canvas! and, down by the docks, there were chandlers open to deal with the rush.
Terry Pratchett, Going Postal*
*special request from @dimity-lawn, who asked me to find this particular description of everyone's favorite sleepless city-state.
#moist von lipwig#ankh morpork#going postal#discworld#terry pratchett#shopping#middle of the night#sleepless#up all night#capitalism#consumerism#vampire chairs#the wee small hours#quote request
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rubs chris carter's nose in this
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