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#thank god I didn't sleep
dolphboi · 7 months
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I shouldn't have stayed up and watched some YouTube all night
I swear I just tried looking into a random spoopy video for the festive month and I come face to face with this goddamn thing
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This mf brought back so many memories of irrational nightmares where a similar scenario happened but I love it so much yet this guy's definitely my new sleep paralysis demon, help-
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My brother pointed this out to me and I couldn’t not draw it
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opens-up-4-nobody · 2 months
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hl-obsessed · 8 hours
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iero · 1 year
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Having a post-concert crash right now and I’m trying to will myself to stay awake for the next several hours because I’m terrified I’ll oversleep and miss my train back home in the morning, but I also need to clean up this AirBNB for check out and I can’t will myself to get off this couch to do it... Girl help. 
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vonlipvig · 3 months
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well that was the most harrowing divorce i've ever been through
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tardis--dreams · 8 months
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I was crying out of gratitude because i thought this gave me one (1) additional day so i could get some sleep today and finish it by tonight before i realized there was no 31st September- he gave me an Entire additional Month???!!?
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anothermonikan · 6 months
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Y'know I slept in this morning and obviously I have my laptop in bed with me cause she's comfy and what not, and people come in and out of my room and I was thinking it was surprising no one's commented on it yet! But then I remembered. I've always gone to bed with the puter, it's just for different reasons now than it used to be. and they have no way of knowing that so it's already normal to them. nheheheh >:333
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reddoll123 · 9 months
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My OC Nadia~
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mrsmarlasinger · 1 year
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Bitches will be like omg thank god I FINALLY found ✨natural sleep aids✨ (CBD, kava, kratom), as if melatonin isn't. Also natural. I am bitches
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fallenrain40 · 9 months
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my blood sugar has been high all day so far i do not feel good :(
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domorebemore · 5 months
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the way i went to college and immediately got high, drunk, and had sex all for the first time within the first 4 months and then purposely got expelled after 3 semesters. like ok i've accomplished all my goals here i'm done
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izzy-b-hands · 1 year
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shout out to ND for making it incredibly hard to get caught up on COVID boosters; I think that may be why this time having COVID is kicking my ass so hard
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fistsoflightning · 2 years
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forge ahead
ffxivwrite2022 04: free day ✧ assiduous adj. showing great care, attention, and effort.
a’dewah & zaya, sort of. 6.0 end of MSQ spoilers. 985 wc.
There was a certain connection, at least in A’dewah’s mind, between gardening and healing—not literally, because A’dewah had yet to meet a race of plant people besides the Sylphs, and they only liked glamouring themselves as Hyurs and Elezen sometimes, but in the care necessary for both. Sometimes he liked to take note of injuries in a similar way he might inspect a plant, putting more focus into repairing muscle and skin than another healer might as he pretended he was simply coaxing a neglected orchid back to brilliance. 
Maybe some conjurers were satisfied with merely throwing a few cures someone’s way without thinking too hard about it, but the last time A’dewah was haphazard with his conjury was when he burned Haruki as a kid, and the people he healed nowadays were already in enough pain and distress without him adding to it.
At least this time they weren’t awake to feel any of it, A’dewah noted, because without a surplus of the usual chirurgeon’s potions and tonics he was sure Zaya would be in excruciating pain even without him messing up. The Ragnarok’s terrible lighting made it a little easier to bear and a lot harder to evaluate, but this—
(broken bones, severe hemorrhage, lingering traces of darkness and corrupted dynamis, erratic heartbeat)
—this was a lot, even for them.
A’dewah exhaled slowly, shaking out his hands as he finished healing Zaya’s wrist, the cut that had been there now little more than a scratch. The worst of their injuries had passed without any worrying developments, but there wasn’t much A’dewah could do besides heal them each day with what little aether he still received through his bond with Suzaku. Any more and he’d be in no better state than Zaya was.
In the past, he might have tried anyways. Now, though, there was someone waiting patiently for his safe return, and A’dewah never liked disappointing him.
He just needed to check how the rest of Zaya’s hand was—he thought they would have learned how to take better care of their hands, considering how much they needed them, but that felt a little hypocritical coming from A’dewah—but before he could reach down to check a calloused hand caught his wrist, wearing a familiar fingerless glove.
“I thought you were sleeping,” he said, exhaustion tamping down the little part of his brain that immediately reacted with stutter and panic, though not fast enough to stifle his initial jump. A’dewah hoped the sudden poof of his tail was obscured well enough by his coat to escape notice.
“I’d be a terrible rogue if I hadn’t learned to fake it,” Thancred replied, pushing a small bottle with gold filigree filled with a familiar liquid into his palm. “Was just resting my eyes.”
A’dewah looked down at the ether, then back up to Thancred’s exhausted face. The shadows that the light of the Ragnarok’s walls cast were still pretty bad, but the ones beneath his eyes were definitely more solid than the rest. “Zaya’s fine, mostly, and I’ll be gone in a few minutes,” he assured him, and flicked a small spell right between the gunbreaker’s eyes as he said, “so sleep.”
Thancred took the Repose with as much grace as he could muster, which frankly wasn’t a lot; he leaned back against the wall with a muttered bold bastard before his shoulders relaxed and his head tipped down towards his chest, fast asleep. Good way to wake up with a crick in your neck, in A’dewah’s experience, but he figured it was less of a problem than making Thancred leave Zaya’s side to lie down. Not even Meteion in the depths of despair and dynamis could make him leave, even when he was scattered into stardust, and A’dewah was nowhere near as hellbent on making him see reason.
He looked back down at Zaya, setting the ether down beside his knee. Speaking of dynamis…
Most of his face paint was already ruined, so he only had to wipe off a little bit more onto his sleeve before his vision blurred, right eye readjusting as the world grew dark, only illuminated by the traces of aether around them. Y’shtola was far better with her aethersight, having lost all her vision instead of just having one eye ruined, but A’dewah could still accomplish it every now and then without getting a giant migraine.
There wasn’t an awful lot to see, given they weren’t on Etheirys, but that made the few sparks of aether in Zaya’s body brighter for lack of anything else to draw his attention. Knowing what they did now of dynamis and entelechies, their aetherial composition no longer looked so worrying, but what little they did have was certainly weaker than A’dewah would have hoped. He knew from the Elder Seedseer that the Scions’ bodies, bereft of their souls, took on similar states of being, but G’raha and their interactions with Hydaelyn before diving into the Aitiascope had proven how rooted Zaya’s soul was to their body, so the only reasonable answer besides death was—
A’dewah frowned, shaking his head like it might rattle the thought out. Zaya was too stubborn to give in when the Lifestream had tried to claim them before, so why would now be any different? Why stay in limbo when they still had a future laid at their feet?
He knew there was an answer to that question, but none that he wanted to consider, so instead he lifted their hand up in his and went back to healing as the aetherlight filtered through the gaps between Zaya’s fingers. Bruised, but unbroken.
"Everyone's waiting on you," he said, almost drowned out by the hum of the Ragnarok. "Come home."
It was barely a wish, hardly a prayer, and Zaya wasn’t awake enough to hear it, but if A’dewah had learned anything from their journeys it was that miracles weren’t beyond reach.
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f1rina-life · 2 years
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I got tagged by @shiballs, @beparwah96, @yukiguiseppe (basically the Yuki cult) so here it goes.
What is your URL? / 2. Who are your favorite drivers? What are their numbers? / 3. Write out a fandom hot take you have. / 4. Make a prediction for next season. / 5. If your native language isn’t English, write a fun fact about yourself in it. / 6. Write something nice about another person in F1mblr. / 7. Tag at least four people!
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I tag @dans-exposed-ankle @yukiseat @danielsrightshoe @hamiltvn or anyone else who wants to do it xxxx
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calumsash · 1 year
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had the worst sleep in a while
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